#let me have polyamory cowards!

[anime-villian-irl]

Why do I keep putting superheroes in polyamorus relationships.

Like of course clark is married to Lana and Louis and has a on again off again thing with lex

And of course Bruce is married to Talia and Diana and Harvey and is also fucking joker on the side

And of course dick is dating Roy and Wally and married to Barbara and Kory who are also married to each other.

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Gone Too Far ~ Part 20

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader, Sanji X Robin

This is part 20 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

Word Count: 4411

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Summary: The crew splits up to enjoy time on Water 7. Then everything goes wrong. Can your crew hold together when it's being torn apart?

Rating/Warnings: AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Swearing, ANGST, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Polyamory, Pet Names,

A/N: !!SPOILER WARNING!! Spoilers for the anime for the Water 7 arc. I'm sorry y'all, I had to write it, so please have my tears. This part is rough, but I swear there will be breaks ahead. Plus, I hope you enjoy the extra smut scenes from the missing month, an extra sweet and smutty one will be posted tomorrow! 💜

You grumbled as you got ready for the day, wanting to stay in bed with Robin for the next week.

“Come, botanist. Let’s explore together.”

That stopped your grumbling, and you followed her out on deck. 

Usopp was hugging the mast, and you left Robin’s side for the first time to go pat him on the shoulder.

“You took great care of her, Usopp.”

“Thanks, Y/N. I know all the tinplate patches don’t look like much, but they bring back a lot of fond memories.”

“Why don’t you keep some of them? You can make something cool out of them, like a decoration for the Merry.”

Usopp broke out into a grin.

“That’s a great idea! But don’t tell Luffy, he still wants me to make him a statue.”

“Ha, you have my word.”

“Hey, Needy.”

You had started walking back to Robin, but Zoro’s voice carried over from the bow of the ship. Your body already itched to be close to her again, but you walked toward your swordsman as he leaned over the railing. 

“Hey, babe.”

Zoro stared down at you for a moment, before reaching an arm toward you. Stepping toward his warmth, you let him pull you into a hug.

Outside of sparring, you hadn’t had much time with Zoro since you’d been so focused on Robin getting better. A twist of guilt hit your stomach, but you breathed through it. 

It’s only been a few days, and she almost died. 

Still, part of you had started to worry that he was upset. It’s been a couple months now since you first started seeing each other. Zoro hadn’t had any more blowups recently, and it seemed like things were going well. 

The calm didn’t feel safe though. You wanted to believe that if he was harboring any resentments or pain that he’d come to you, talk to you about it. But he hadn’t brought anything up. It made you uneasy sometimes. 

Knowing that a lot of that fear was your own trauma from past relationships, you fought not to project it onto Zoro. 

I just wish he’d talk to me about his feelings. 

You pulled him tight against you at that thought. At the three little words that you were too much of a coward to say out loud, even after all this time. 

Afraid that you’d scare him away. Afraid that he didn’t feel it too. Afraid that he’d never examine his own feelings enough to know if he could feel it or not. 

Those thoughts made you feel sick, and you knew most of it was your own shit. You didn’t want to think about him that way. 

But no matter how clear you got your mind on those thoughts, you still felt too afraid to tell him. 

“I’m glad she’s okay,” he whispered against your temple.

“Me too.”

You took a deep breath in, still trying to convince your body that it was true. That she was okay. 

“Are you gonna… spend the night with her again?”

You pulled back, searching his eyes.

“Why?”

“I, uh…”

He frowned at you, and you tried not to roll your eyes. 

He’s trying to tell me what he needs. He just doesn't have enough practice yet. 

“Would you like some time with me tonight?”

Zoro looked away from you, but nodded.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Now look who’s needy,” you teased, winning you a playful grin from him as he picked you up. Then he stopped, setting you back down as he looked out across the bow. 

“Hey, I think we’re there.”

Most of the crew ran up, shouting as you all squinted to see the island. 

“He’s right, I can see Water 7!”

Luffy’s excited words had you covering your eyes from the sun, until you could see the island coming into view. It was massive, built of gray stone, huge numbered gates surrounding all sides. Everyone was speechless for a moment as a giant fountain came into view, spiraling water into the air, towering in the center of the island. Canals flowed down, spilling back down into the ocean. 

You squeezed Zoro’s arm before making your way to Robin, loving the way her face lit up at the sight. 

Holding her hand, you laughed as you sailed through the town. Everything was floating. Instead of streets, people took small boats led by strange fish creatures across the water. 

The crew found a place outside the city to dock, and you watched your swordsman furl the sails. His strong arms were mesmerizing as he pulled the rope, but your breath caught in your throat as the mast started to crack. 

“Are you trying to break the ship,” Usopp yelled, as everyone panicked.

“No! All I did was pull the ropes like I always do. Holy shit, if the Merry’s falling apart this easy, we’re lucky we made it here at all.”

Ice sank into your stomach at Zoro’s words. You knew it was bad, but the mast seemed like it was barely holding on to the ship now, swaying dangerously overhead. 

Nami took charge, declaring that Luffy and Usopp accompany her to turn in the reference letter to have the ship looked at, and to trade in the gold from their last big score. 

“I guess I missed my chance to go with them,” Chopper pouted as he watched the group head toward the city. 

“You can come with us later if you like.”

Hearing Robin’s voice still gave you shivers. 

“Really? Can we go to a bookstore?”

“Yes, of course.”

“That sounds great,” you agreed, reaching for her hand again. “I wonder if they have a nursery here, I'd love to see what plants they have available in a floating city.”

You rushed to give Zoro a kiss, then ran after Robin and Chopper as they left the ship. 

A small part of you felt bad for not searching the ship to kiss Sanji goodbye, but it was quickly drowned out by Robin’s laughter, and the feel of her arm around your waist while you followed Chopper. 

~

The city was bustling, street vendors hawking wares, while citizens laughed and bartered. The people were almost strangely friendly here, even to pirates. 

Sometimes a little too friendly.

That thought got stronger the more you and Robin were showered with compliments as you walked past. 

“This town is full of Sanji’s,” Chopper noted, and it left you and Robin in a fit of laughter at the thought of your amorous lover. 

A lot of the townsfolk were wearing painted wooden masks, and you stopped by a vendor to take a look as Robin reassured Chopper that they were just masks, not monsters. 

“It seems the people here take the sea train to San Baldo Island where they hold a costume carnival every day.”

You tilted your head at Robin, while Chopper asked how she could know that. 

“The people walking by are talking about it.”

“And you hear everything they say?”

You tried not to tense your hand in Robin’s, hoping she would answer his question. 

“I can’t help it. Ever since I was young, I’ve made it a habit to keep a critical eye and ear on my environment.”

Her tone toward Chopper was sweet and light, but you felt yourself going still. 

What has she been running from? Why is she so scared?

“Look at that, I think we found your bookstore,” Robin observed.

Chopper ran forward, talking excitedly. You knew public spaces were difficult for him alone, so you found yourself reaching out for him. He shifted into his massive human form, and you raced forward to join him, dropping your hand from Robin’s for a moment. 

“Hold on, Chopper, we’re coming.”

You followed him through the doorway, seeing that he was already perusing the shelves, and that no one seemed to be bothering him. 

I’m glad everyone here is so friendly.

Robin hadn’t joined you yet, so you stepped back outside.

The street looked the same. Vendors, customers, people in masks. 

Ice cold fear shot through you. 

Where’s Robin?

“Chopper! We have to go.”

“But, Y/N,” he said, a pile of books in his large arms. 

“Robin’s missing!”

Panic raced through you, and you saw Chopper’s eyes fill with concern as he left the books on the counter. 

Chopper shifted into his reindeer form, and you yelled her name as he followed her scent.

She’s okay, she probably just got distracted.

What if Aokiji came back? What if he took her?

What if she’s hurt?

Robin didn’t answer your calls, but you kept trying until your voice got hoarse. 

~

“I’m sorry, Y/N, it’s like her scent just vanished.”

“What do you mean vanished?”

“I don’t know, it just stopped,” the note of panic in Chopper’s voice as he explained wasn’t helping your speeding pulse. 

“Hold on…” 

Chopper lifted his nose to the air, and hope gripped your chest.

“There’s something else over here. I know that smell.”

Racing to look around the corner, your hope dropped when she wasn’t there. Instead, you found Sanji.

He was sitting on the edge, looking out to sea with a pile of groceries beside him. 

“Sanji! Have you seen Robin?”

Chopper's hooves clattered on the stone as he caught up to your frantic steps. Sanji frowned at him.

“I just saw her. It seemed like she ignored me, and she was walking with a large person in a masked outfit. I thought that was you in your human form, Chopper.”

“It wasn’t m-”

“She’s missing, Sanji!”

You gripped his arm, watching him take in your features, your panicked eyes. He gestured behind him, looking around the area.

“I followed her over here, and it seemed like she just disappeared.”

“So did her scent.”

Your ears were starting to ring as they spoke, and you pulled away, shouting her name. 

“Angel, hold on!”

He clambered after you, grabbing the groceries as he and Chopper followed. 

Your voice was cracking, and your breaths were ragged. 

Sanji dropped the bags again, wrapping his arms around you. 

“We’ll get her back, Y/N. We’ll always get her back.”

They convinced you to hop into a boat while you continued to call for her around the area, before heading back to meet with the rest of the crew. 

You noticed Sanji and Chopper had started speaking in hushed tones, and you were able to pull yourself together enough to start listening. 

“I hope she’s alright. I feel uneasy.”

“Do you need an examination?”

“No, Chopper, it’s not like that. It’s what the admiral said, all that terrible stuff he said about Robin’s past…”

Your voice was raspy and empty as you interrupted.

“Protecting this troublesome woman leads to nothing but regret.”

They turned to you, brows tensed in concern. You kept going. 

“He said that every group she’s ever been a part of has been destroyed, everyone except for her.”

You glared defiantly at them, anger bubbling in you. 

“But I don’t care about her past. I don’t care what he said.”

Sanji gripped your knee while Chopper nodded.

“None of us care, sweetheart. We’re going to get her back.”

~

“The Merry can’t sail again.”

You couldn’t understand Zoro’s words as Chopper and Sanji started to argue. Your fists clenched hard, nails digging into your skin as you tried to make sense of everything.

“It just seems so extreme, it's our same old Merry, we’ve traveled with her so long.” 

Sanji’s emotional words brought you into the moment, only for Zoro’s calm, unaffected voice to make your mind go sickly still. 

“You just answered your own question. Human beings get stronger after hardship, but ship’s wounds just pile up. The shipwright said her keel is broken, she won’t even make it to the next island.”

Chopper started to cry, and you almost sobbed as you watched Sanji touch the top of his hat to comfort him. 

“We need to find Ro-”

“Hey, everyone!”

Nami’s frantic voice interrupted your plea, and you watched her climb onto the deck. She was carrying a large briefcase, and was dripping with sweat and tears. You ran to her, fresh panic flooding your veins.

“Are you o-”

“Usopp’s hurt! Some assholes called the Franky Family stole most of our money for the Merry, and they- they…”

Everyone surrounded her, all speaking at once while you moved her hair out of her face, taking the briefcase from her trembling arms.

“Where’s Usopp?”

Chopper’s serious voice broke through Nami’s staggered breaths. You felt like your world was spinning as the boys set out to find him, and to go after the pieces of shit that hurt your friend. 

Zoro’s face was inches from yours, his hands gripping your arms. 

“Stay here with Nami. Protect the Merry. Okay, Needy? You need to stay here. Protect that money so we can get a new ship.”

Nami gripped your hand while Sanji kissed your temple. 

Zoro’s eyes burned into yours. 

“Promise me, Needy.”

“I promise,” you managed to whisper, voice still shot from yelling Robin’s name. 

Nami’s palm was clammy in yours as you watched your crewmates head back into danger. 

Why is this happening?

~

It felt like years had passed when you finally saw the five Straw Hat boys walking home, Luffy back with his crew, and Chopper’s human form carrying Usopp’s bloody, limp body.

You sat on deck against the unstable mast, and tried not to scream at everyone.

We need to find Robin. 

“Angel, are you okay?”

Sanji was crouching in front of you, soft eyes searching yours.

“No.”

His lips pursed as he nodded, and he looked like he was about to speak when Chopper yelled.

“He’s awake!”

Relief moved through you for your friend as you followed the crew inside. But you caught Sanji’s eyes, and knew that he was still thinking about your missing archaeologist too. Reaching for his hand as you went through the door, you caught the sound of Usopp crying out. 

“This wouldn’t have happened if I was strong like you guys. It’s all my fault, I’m so ashamed of myself!”

Even covered in bruises and bandages, Usopp lurched forward, catching Zoro off guard as he wrapped his arms around one of his thighs. Zoro seemed to panic, flailing a bit, unsure of what to do as Usopp wept against him. 

Tears streamed down your face. You knew all too well the fears of failing the crew because you weren’t strong enough. 

“It’s not that big a deal, alright. Calm down.”

Zoro squirmed as Usopp still clung to him, and you rushed forward, rubbing Usopp on the shoulder until he let Zoro go. He clung to you now, and you didn’t know what to say. You just held your friend, letting your own tears fall quietly as he kept sobbing in your arms.

“I lost the money, what are we gonna do about the Merry?”

“You need to rest, Usopp, or you won’t get better,” Chopper pleaded, the threat of tears in his voice. 

Luffy was finally able to calm Usopp a bit, declaring that they would find that asshole, Franky. 

“Besides, even if we can’t get our money back, we still have a hundred million berry, so don’t worry about it!”

You thought the vein in Nami’s forehead would pop when she scolded him. The crew had lost two hundred million berry on Usopp’s watch.

Poor Usopp. This is awful.

The thought of what a shitty day it was brought you back to Robin, and you almost screamed to get everyone to focus on her. But Usopp’s hopeful voice made your stomach twist in knots. 

“Is Merry gonna be okay? Can we get her fixed with the money we’ve got? There’s all these awesome shipwrights, you talked to them about it, right?”

Luffy glossed over the pain, smiling as he broke the news. 

“Uh, yeah, we did. But we decided to get a new ship instead. The Going Merry has taken good care of us, but it looks like our journey has to end here. But look, there’s a bunch of great ships we can still afford,” Luffy said lightly as he showed Usopp a catalog from the shipyard.

Feeling the pain from the silent crew with the captain’s choice, the look in Usopp’s eyes made your heart break. 

You watched him build himself up again, trying to convince himself that it was a joke. 

Until he looked at all of your faces, the truth evident. 

“Does it mean we don’t have enough for the repairs? Is it because I lost the money?”

“Usopp-”

You tried to move back to him, wanting to reassure him, but Zoro’s firm hand on your shoulder stopped you. 

Usopp was yelling at Luffy now, demanding the truth, and you’d never seen Luffy’s face like this. Not when looking at a friend. 

His teeth were clenched as he held his words in, sweat beading on his brow. Until he started yelling back. 

Zoro moved past you then, stepping in to stop the fight. You caught eyes with Nami, your pain echoed in hers.

“I don’t see what I’m doing wrong, he’s the one saying all this dumb shit.”

Nami broke in to stop Usopp, begging him to calm down and rest. 

“Who cares about me? How can you all just sit here when he's making jokes about getting a new ship?”

Luffy was shaking now as he started to yell back.

“I’m not joking about anything, this was a hard decision for me too!”

“Oh yeah, I feel really sorry for you,” Usopp growled, before grabbing the ship catalog out of his hand. “Already window shopping for a new toy!”

You gasped as Usopp slammed the pages to the ground, wishing this nightmare would fucking end so your crew would be safe and happy again. 

“Are you trying to pick a fight with me, Usopp?”

He kept yelling at your captain, demanding to know that it was his fault for losing the money, his fault for failing the Merry. 

Luffy finally said the words, the painful words that none of you wanted to hear. But you hoped it would stop the fight. 

“The Merry can’t be fixed.”

But that awful truth didn’t stop the fight. Usopp denied, and accused, and bartered. Then he demanded.

“Don’t give up on the Merry!”

Hot tears stung your cheeks as you stood frozen. 

More yells and accusations toward Luffy felt like whips snapping in your face, almost making you flinch with each swing. 

Sweet Chopper moved toward Usopp, hoofs quivering as he reached out. 

“I know you’re upset, but you need to calm down.”

“Not until we settle this, I won’t let you take the Merry away from me! You’re ignoring your crew, ignoring your friends. I can’t believe that’s the kinda captain you turned out to be.”

Usopp had stood and grabbed Luffy by the front of his shirt. He wasn’t listening to any of your voices as the crew pleaded with him to stop. 

“I thought you were better than this!”

“You’re not being fair, Usopp-,” Nami tried again, before Luffy flung out his arm for her to stop.

“You stay out of this. It was my call. We’re getting a new ship whether you like it or not.”

Usopp was sweating through his bandages now, dark spots of blood showing through some of them. You didn’t know your friend could make a face like the one he had right now. You felt like you were going to throw up. 

They kept screaming, and you couldn’t follow the words anymore as you watched in horror. Sanji tried to step between them, but Luffy pushed Usopp to the ground, yelling in his face. Nami cried out, and you tried to run forward, but Zoro stopped you again. You almost screamed at him. 

Luffy’s next yell pierced through it all.

“Fine, if you don’t like the way your captain does things then why don’t you get-”

Sanji’s leg was so fast as it spun, launching Luffy straight through the kitchen table, shards of wood and dust flying. You gaped at your cook, rage and sweat dripping from him. 

“This is going way too far. What the hell is wrong with you? If you don’t watch it you’re going to say something you can’t take back, so calm down.”

Sanji was shaking now, breath ragged, and you felt your lips quiver at the anger in his eyes. 

Luffy crawled from the broken pieces of the table, and apologized. You felt a breath of relief, before Usopp tore it away. 

“If you’re gonna throw away the Merry, might as well throw me away too.”

Sanji tried to step in again, but then Usopp laid out his own fears before the crew. You felt raw, aching. You wanted to reassure your friend, but how could you, when you felt the same way he did about being weak?

“It’s not like it was before. You’re all too strong for me now. You can’t even trust me to guard our money. You don’t want weak people on your crew do you?”

Nausea flooded you, your own guilt and shame at your weakness making you hate yourself in this moment. 

“I’m leaving the crew. This is goodbye.”

It’s only a matter of time before something like this happens to me. Maybe I should follow Usopp. Maybe he's right. 

Most of the crew lurched forward, calling for him until he shut the door. Part of you was screaming to join him, to leave the crew before you could fail them, before you could hate yourself for failing them. 

“Luffy, what are you doing, go after him!”

Nami’s frantic voice kept pleading with him, but he stayed down, eyes dark. 

“Fine, have it your way then.”

Nami ran out the door, Sanji and Chopper following. You heard the three of them calling his name, but you couldn’t get your feet to move. Luffy and Zoro stayed, their silence heavy. Finally, Luffy stood, moving outside. You ached for him, finally free to follow.

Usopp’s voice carried over from the shore, and you grabbed Nami’s hand. 

Please, Usopp, please come back.

“I challenge you to a duel, Monkey D. Luffy! At ten tonight. If I win I'm taking the Merry, and I’m leaving.”

The silence on deck was deafening as you watched Usopp’s limping form move toward the city.

Robin’s still missing. 

You hated yourself for it, but thinking about Robin was the only thing keeping you from falling into self pity. The only thing keeping you from leaving the ship in shame along with Usopp. 

So you dug through her quarters. She was so private, and you felt sick as you searched for any kind of clue for where she might have gone. 

You could hear Nami pleading with Luffy through the thin walls to apologize, and talk things through. 

“It’s gone too far already.”

You shivered at Luffy’s tone, and kept on your hunt. 

It wasn't long before you heard your boys screaming at each other, and you sank to the floor, too spent to try to stop them. 

I’m worthless. I can’t protect anyone. I can’t do anything. 

Nami tapped lightly on the door, calling your name softly. 

“Y/N, it’s ten.”

Swallowing your self pity, you followed your friend to the deck again, watching Usopp’s silhouette against the city lights as he moved closer. 

“Listen up, I don’t want any of you leaving the ship,” Luffy called over his shoulder.

You grabbed onto Chopper’s small arm as he started screaming, crying for them not to fight. 

But nothing would stop them now. 

Usopp started pelting Luffy with all different types of ammo, and you couldn’t hear what they were saying over the waves, and Chopper’s cries. 

You thought Luffy was going easy on him at first, letting Usopp hit him, but soon you saw your captain jumping off the ground in pain shaking off what looked like caltrops. 

Then the air around Luffy was filled with flames. Luffy made it through the smoke, and you almost screamed as you saw him pull his fists back. But before he could make contact, Usopp kept shooting star after star, and you watched your friend, the sniper, hold his own against your captain.

For a while, at least.

Luffy was looking wrecked, and you felt a twinge of disgust in yourself that you felt proud of Usopp for hurting him so badly.

This is horrible. 

Then Luffy pulled back again, and this time, his fist hit. You sobbed as you clasped your hand over your mouth. Usopp swayed for a moment, and you could see more blood draining from him even from a distance. 

You fell against the railing, barely holding yourself up as Usopp collapsed. 

“At least it’s over now.”

Zoro’s steady voice made your head whip around, finding him looking as he usually does. Stoic, seemingly unmoved. Your mind was too filled with pain to think clearly, and then Sanji’s voice broke through. 

Chopper was crying, trying to jump off the ship to help Usopp. Sanji was holding him trying to stop him and you wanted to scream. 

“I’m a doctor-”

“He’s not a part of our crew anymore.”

Chopper shifted into his human form, but Sanji tackled him. You sank to the ground as you watched everyone fall apart.

“Chopper, it’s bad enough that he lost the fight. If you pity him now, you’ll end up hurting him even more. He knew this is how it might end when he challenged Luffy. We need to give him dignity in defeat.”

“That’s such bullshit,” you growled, voice cracking. You might have yelled if your voice wasn’t shot.

Sanji glanced back at you with pained eyes. Chopper used that moment to break away, running off the ship toward Usopp’s crumpled body. 

Pulling yourself to your feet, you went to Nami, clasping your cold hands together.

Luffy made his way back, his head lowered under his hat, and you let out a sob at the pain in his cracking voice.

“It’s too much.”

Zoro didn’t even turn to face him as he took a breath.

“This is what it means to be captain. You can’t doubt yourself. If you lose your confidence, then who can we have faith in?”

Emptiness filled you as everyone stood silent. Then Zoro had to say the last words, the truth that twisted like a knife. 

“Usopp can never return to the crew.”

Thank You for Reading! 💜

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september/october reads

this was a SLOW season rip but we push on!

tongues of serpents 4.5/5 (i loveeee an exile book.)

victory of eagles 4.5/5 (oh you KNOW we cried during the war crimes)

catfishing on catnet 3.5/5 (solidly good speculative sci fi that was surprisingly sweet!)

starling house 3/5 (i do not Care about your straight people relationships give me that sweet sweet polyamory. once again it would literally fix everything!)

skunk and badger 4/5 (love an autistic MC)

egg marks the spot 3.5/5 (a little too much danger in this one!)

the third wife of faraday house DNF (the number of terrible jane eyre rip offs in this world..........)

all friends are necessary 4/5 (this book! is everything that's best about summer and about hooking up with your friends and coming to terms with grief and finding good people and holding on to them tightly and letting the soft animal of your body love what it loves!)

the strange case of the alchemist's daughter DNF (not through any fault of the book! it just reads like a YA book vs an adult one and i wasn't in the mood for it)

winter's orbit 4/5 (read this one on ao3 a longggg time ago but really enjoyed this updated version as well!)

ocean's echo 4/5 (likewise! not quite as much as winter's orbit but still very good)

hum 2/5 (IRRITATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING HERE AND WHAT WAS THE POINT OF IT! god i am still so full of rage over this like two months later rip so i guess if the point is to infuriate the reader the author succeeded? otherwise only read if you want to shriek like a tea kettle on the boil)

ballet shoes 5/5 (an EXCELLENT expurgation of the above - what a delight this book is! and i can't wait to see the stage show with my lover in a month!)

the silvered 4.5/5 (now THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IS HOW YOU DO IT! take note @ alix harrow this is how you write a 'straight' couple and then fix literally all the problems by means of werewolves + polyamory)

the disasters DNF (victim of the enshittification of YA)

someone you can build a nest in 4.5/5 (add this to the list of queer books that are not defanged! you're reading it and begging the author not to be a coward and then they're NOT a coward and in fact they're the encapsulation of the why are you booing me i'm right meme. tldr; this book is fucking fantastic)

reverie DNF (literally have none of these YA writers heard! of an editor!)

how to become the dark lord and die trying 4/5 (feels weird giving this the FUN and SEXY nomer but it was! and also didn't shy away from the inevitable horror of a time loop! a+ work!)

dead country DNF (another one where it's not the book's fault - just wasn't the right time and place for me to read it)

the lies of locke lamora DNF (WHY can i not get through this book! i've enjoyed it! but can i finish it?! no!)

the exiles 5/5 (hilary mckay you will ALWAYS! be famous!)

the exiles at home 5/5 (SEE ABOVE)

the exiles in love 5/5 ((SEE ABOVE!!!!!!!!))

the manor house governess DNF (one of those books where you RUN to goodreads to see if anyone else has picked up on the same things you did and thank GOD many people did. girl (gn) you cannot write a 'gothic' novel like this! what is wrong with you!)

literally. so much astolat fic.

also. an insane amount of sga fic.

also. a 630k xfiles fic ((i don't even GO here)).

ozma of oz 4/5

jingo 5/5 (sometimes you just need the home comfort of a pratchett)

a taste of copper 3.5/5 (love a period love story that is meticulously researched and likewise written! straight out of howard pyle!)

[reeshyz]

I dare you to tell me your five favorite writers in this fandom. ~ and your favorite fanfic of them ! 💗

:o

First of all I really like the idea, but it's kinda mean that I can only name 5 - don't you think :p But let's see if I can give you a wondeful list of my favorites. I do have a lot more than five, so you're breaking my heart with this.

Here we go (not in a particular order):

Traumfrau - Alle wollen dich nur zähmen https://archiveofourown.org/works/20303704?view_full_work=true Pairing(s): Richard Kruspe/Christoph Schneider/Till Lindemann/Paul Landers Tags: Polyamory | Master / Pet | Praise Kink | Leashes | Pack Dynamics and many more. Summary: Richard is forced to spend time alone with his thoughts, and it drives him into a dark place which he can only be helped out of one way. It turns out that he's terrible at keeping his good ideas to himself. What I love about it: Everything haha. Seriously it shows such a wonderful relationship between each member. It introcuded me to the wonderful world of Schneesh and the pet names are just so adorable. Tillybär and Paulie are so sweet and we always stan a loving Master! It's a very different take to the pack dynamics you normally see but that's what makes it even better. Favorite quote: “Because I’m not bad.” He swallowed and finished in an unusually soft voice. “Because I’m a good Tillybär...”

LiebeistMusik (@liebe-ist-musik) - Und als sein Spiel began https://archiveofourown.org/works/42622317 Pairing(s): Richard Kruspe/Paul Landers/Original Female Character(s) Tags: Halloween Party | Cockwarming | Spanking | Praise Kink | Power Play | Vaginal Sex and many more. Summary: A Halloween party with Rammstein. Paul and she are invited. At the party, they meet Richard in his disguise. A back room becomes the scene of a very intimate meeting of the three. What I love about it: First of all the costumes for this party are on point! And if you love Richard in the "I'm still alive" music video, go read it! Richard as a dom is amazing here but it could be that his wicked words will kill you in all the best ways. It's not only Richard but Paul is just as wicked. Lots of sexy surprises, I promise. Favorite quote: “Oh kitten, already failing at your task?” Richard laughed. “Now focus on me, don't you dare look away!”

FluffyWigglesworth (@fluffywigglesworth) - To Forget Is To Survive https://archiveofourown.org/works/43410220?view_full_work=true Pairing(s): Richard Kruspe (Rachel) / Paul Landers (Heiko) Tags: offensive/triggering language from outset and throughout | mentioned sexual abuse | Gender fluidity Summary: Inspired by the "Dicke Titten" mv. Or, more accurately, Richards character in the Dicke Titten mv. What I love about it: I don't know where to start. I'm holding this story very close to my heart, because I'm relating to both characters on so many different levels. This story will break your heart in every way possible and then stitch it carefully back together. It spends me hope and comfort and I could just read it again and again. I could never write this romantic, just look at the quote. Favorite quote: "Disgusted?" Rachel closed the space between them. "No. I accept every part of you. Because that's what it is to be utterly devoted to someone. As I am to you."

TakeMeAway_And_MakeMeForget (@missflamingo97) - Let the world hear https://archiveofourown.org/works/43532599 Pairing(s): Richard Kruspe / Christoph Schneider / Till Lindemann Tags: Porn with Plot | Daddy Kink | Gender fluidity Summary: Richard wanted Till for so long, but being a coward, he lost his chance and now. Till is whit Schneider. One night, on impulse, he will get everything he dreamed and more What I love about it: I mean, I could say 'everything' again. I just love this story so much and I can't believe that it was gifted to me. Everyone should have a supportive boyfriend like Till is in this! I also love the jealousy at first between Richard and Schneider. Richard is just so sweet and I'm glad that he finally can discover a hidden part of himself and just be happy! Favorite quote: "He always looks at you like you are the sun in his sky and when he looks at me, he looks like I stole something from him…something important.” 

Pyrodoxus (@benziiiin) - I put a spell on you (because you're mine) https://archiveofourown.org/works/19069045 Pairing(s): Richard Kruspe / Till Lindemann Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot | Porn with Feelings | Dom/sub Undertones | Topping from the Bottom Summary: Clad in skin-tight pants and a grey shirt, he walks toward his bandmate. In the air, Richard can smell the mawkish stench of competition. The closer he gets to Till and his harem, the stronger it grows, and Richard is not ready to admit how much of it he’s oozing himself. What I love about it: Look, I know I'm repeating myself but "everything" is the right answer here. It's just beautifully writen and Richard destroys Till in this, but like the tags already show, there are also so many feeling in this that I'm drowning each damn time. Till reacts so wonderful to each of Richard's words and touches and I mean who wouldn't? Favorite quote:  “Missed this, Kätzchen?” He asks, affectionate.

I'm sure those are all very well known fics in this fandom! And they are that for a reason. I come back all the time to read those and I can promise you that I know all of these writers and they're all sweethearts! So off you go and leave them kudos and comments :p nah but for real, if you want send them some love they really deserve it!

(I also wanna add that I have a friend who's just recently started writing and dang their fic already belongs on this list as well. I fell in love with just the first sentence. So you better sit down and will be ready for this masterpace when it's finished :D )

I hope you got a satisfying answer anon!

[crowdemon-boyo]

Honestly - shame on you for telling people to not read Half Bad books. Show is bringing in new people, and bunch of them don't even know that books exist! Several people in your notes were interested in reading, but probably won't because of you. It's such a disservice to a good story. You didn't like it and that's perfectly fine, but to go around and tell everyone to not read just because of that is really low. Books have a *completely* different vibe than the show, and they (and associated 2 short stories, that one need to dig up in the webs) are totally worth the read. Even if you end up not liking how things went.

hey man! why don’t you turn off anonymous and we can debate this properly instead of being a fucking coward :)

you think the books are ‘totally worth the read’ and that’s your opinion but that doesn’t give you the right to bash me for mine. at the end of the day i’m literally just Some Guy on tumblr and if someone really wants to read the books they are gonna do it regardless of whether or not i warn them not to. all i’m doing is making sure people know what they are getting themselves into, and in fact i’ve explained to multiple people what point they can read up to in order to avoid the more tragic parts while still getting a better grasp of this universe.

like you said the books have a completely different vibe to the show and some people might not know about that and assume these books will be exactly like the show. the first time i read them i stopped midway into the first book because it was too violent, and just not the type of thing i usually feel comfortable reading, but i did eventually push through that and finish them later (given i was in the peak of my tolerance for fucked up shit this is really saying something lmao). anyone who assumes that because they were ok with the show, they’ll be ok with the books might run into topics that are much darker than they were prepared for. just because you and i could handle these books that doesn’t mean everyone can and i want to be respectful of that and give people a better understanding of what they’re getting themselves into.

a load of people who enjoy this show do so because of the characters and their relationships (particularly the main trio) and as a book reader you know that these characters are totally different from the books. there is no polyamory, they aren’t all friends, and the characters are totally different. hell, annalise isn’t really even a main character for most of the books, and anyone who read them looking for more content about her specifically is going to be incredibly disappointed.

for me, when i’m watching shows or reading books or whatever, the characters are the most important part to me. i fully believe that without the similar plot and names, you’d never be able to tell that the book characters and the show characters are even meant to be the same people, and i know i wouldn’t really want to read these books if they weren’t going to give me a deeper understanding of these characters- sure, you’re gonna learn more about them, but a lot of that isn’t applicable to the show at all.

and dude, seriously, the ending. it’s horrific. you know this, i know this, and for a lot of people the specifics of it can be a little triggering. i was barely out to myself in 2019 when i read these books and to see the way the queer characters in those books end up was incredibly demoralising. i know other people have had the same experience with this and i hope to god the ending is changed if the show gets that far, but to let people walk into that without a warning is unfair to them and to the perception of this series. if i had known how these books ended i would probably have never picked them up in the first place. i don’t know you or what your deal is, but most queer people i know want to see stories where queer people have good endings, because until recently this wasn’t exactly something we could count on in media. maybe this doesn’t bother you but it bothers me, and i know it would bother a lot of people who may walk blindly into these books expecting everything to work out for these characters they have come to love during the show.

i’m not trying to do these books a disservice. i have never said that they are bad books or that they aren’t objectively, in their own way, worth the read. did i enjoy them? some parts, yeah. the magic system is great and they’re a change from the usual generic YA trilogies. they are however, a totally separate thing from the show and i don’t think that just because someone likes the show, that automatically means they’ll enjoy the books. i don’t want anyone to finish these books feeling the same way i did in 2019. if someone wants to read the books, they’ll read the books, and at the end of the day it’s none of my business whether they do or not. you’re welcome to your opinion, and i’m welcome to mine. and mine is that unless you’re a person that watched the show and thought ‘oh man i wish these were way darker and ended badly for everyone’ the books are not going to improve your experience of watching the show or endear you to these characters anymore.

anyway stream half bad: the bastard son and the devil himself on netflix, and hopefully we’ll see a renewal announcement in the next few months.

[my-insanity-is-an-artform]

Now I am Wondering, would any Legend x reader poly ship work? As in, would he be comfortable enough trying out that sort of relationship with Reader and another Link? Your Link x reader poly fics have given me some sort of brainrot and I for one and ok with it 😌

Legend is an interesting one, my dear Nonny. I think it would take him some time to come to terms with a poly relationship since he'd have to trust the other partner. That being said I don't think it would take too long if he did know and trust the person before the dating started.

For example, I have a Legend/Reader/Marin ask and a Legend/Reader/Warriors ask waiting and I already did the Legend/Reader/Hyrule ask.

That being said, I do so love Bunnies.

Legend hovered behind a wall, listening to you talk to Sheerow anxiously.

The group had finally been dropped into his Hyrule close to his home and he had dragged them all there to be eagerly greeted by Ravio. The merchant had hustled them all in, flogging his wares and once again trying to buy one of Wild's fire swords off of him.

However, it hadn't escaped Legend's notice that his friend had taken a liking to you. The increased twitchiness, the eager smiles and the way he looked at you all star struck only sold the idea.

Not that it was any surprise. Ravio was his counterpart after all.

But what seemed to sting the most was the way you responded so positively to it.

You engaged with him, let him into your personal space, and laughed at all of his corny jokes. You actively sought him out to talk with him and more than once Legend had seen you reach out to grasp an arm.

It was obvious that whatever feelings Ravio had for you, you were more than willing to reciprocate.

And that's fine. Just perfectly fine! He's happy for you and Ravio. Ravio is a good and loyal friend, however much he tries to deny it, and you... you deserve the whole world.

It's just...

He thought you liked him.

You always teamed up with him whenever possible and you always saved him a seat next to you. More than once, he's gotten caught up in a fight, whether verbal or physical, and you always had his back. You complimented even the simplest of things.

But maybe he'd just imagined the soft admiration in your eyes whenever you looked at him.

And that was what led him to hiding behind a wall like a coward as you talked to a bird.

He couldn't help himself. He'd overheard you talking about Ravio and had frozen.

"It's not fair! Why did he have to be so cute?!"

Goddesses, he did not want to listen to this, but he just couldn't move his feet.

"It's just his hair and his eyes and his damn bunny teeth drive me crazy, Sheerow! How am I supposed to function around him? It should be illegal to be that pretty."

Legend closed his eyes and breathed deeply as if that would block your voice and Sheerow's supportive chirping. He'd known you liked Ravio, but it still hurt to have it confirmed.

"Oh and don't get me started on Legend!"

Wait, what?

"He's just as bad as Ravio, with his smile and his eyes and his damn legs. It isn't fair. Just how am I supposed to function around them?"

Legend snapped his eyes open and peeked around the corner to see you pacing and gesturing toward Sheerow.

"And it's not like I can tell them, 'Oh, by the way, I'm polyamorous and I've fallen in love with both of you, so if you'd both be cool with making me the filling in a bunny sandwich, I'd be much appreciative!'"

Sheerow let out a scandalize chirp and you paused. Legend himself lost all the air in his lungs.

"Ok, I didn't mean it like that, but the point stands. Why would they want to date me, let alone date me and let me date the other? Polyamory isn't common here which is just tragic. Everyone is going to make me choose and I don't want to. I have two hands. Why can't I use them?" You finally stopped and sat on the group with a flump. Bringing you knees up and burying your head in your hands, you let Sheerow perch on your head.

"So what am I going to do, Sheerow? I can't just ask them to share me."

Why not? Why not share you?

Legend ticked the idea over in his head. It was a strange idea, his significant other having another boyfriend, but the more he thought about it, the more he kind of liked the idea.

Ravio treated you so well and even if the smile wasn't directed at him, it still made Legend's stomach flutter.

If it was Ravio he shared you with, then maybe he would be okay with the idea that you were in love with two people.

Afterall, Ravio and Legend were counterparts and you had two hands.

And then there was that confession. You loved him and you loved Ravio. No one would have their heart broken.

Legend smirked and turned on his heel quietly.

He had a business proposition to make to his friend and a potential lover to court.

[mxbeezkneez]

Graveyard Companions

Chapter 2: i'm coming back from the dead, and i'll take you home with me

Link to ao3: x

Warnings: Blood, Minor Injury, Cursing

Fandoms: The Addams Family

Relationships: Gomez Addams/Morticia Addams, Gomez Addams/Morticia Addams/Reader, Gomez Addams/Reader, Morticia Addams/Reader

Tags: Vampire, Vampire Turning, Human/Vampire Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Married Couple, Blood, Polyamory, Eventual Romance, Eventual Relationship, Pre Relationship, Cursing

Summery: “I’m a vampire… a goddamn vampire,” you whisper.You wake up in the living room of a gothic house, and are told you were found unconscious in a graveyard. They claim you are a vampire. As crazy as it is, you can't help but start to trust the couple who found you.

Chapter notes: hi i'm back! i started thinking about the addams family, and well my interest in vampires didn't rlly diminish much... this chapter's pretty long, so i hope you enjoy! i apologize if my french or spanish is bad, i don't speak french, and i only speak a bit of spanish! i actually have like a whole plot n stuff planned, so i'm pretty hyped for this fic! hope u like it! :) (the title is from it's not a fashion statement, it's a fucking death wish by my chemical romance)

You wake up to a loud bang, bolting straight up out of bed. “What the hell?”

You rub your eyes before slipping out of bed. The night before feels very far away, almost unreal, but being in this room confirms your memories. You’re staying in the Addams’ house and are… a vampire. You take a slow breath before grabbing new clothing. You find a pair of black pants to match a dark sweater. While near the dresser, you look out of the room’s window. It’s dark outside, the sky a navy blue sprinkled with stars. The graveyard behind the house is illuminated by the moon shining over it.

You leave your room, deciding to try and find the living room once again. You wander through the halls before finding it. Inside you find Wednesday, the small girl, playing with a younger blond boy. She’s talking to him while holding a headless doll in her arms. You walk farther into the room, stepping on a squeaky board, alerting the children of your presence.

They both turn their heads to stare at you. You nervously chuckle.

Wednesday points at you, “That’s (y/n),” she tells the boy, “I heard father say they’re a vampire.”

“Wow really?” the boy exclaims, “Is it true? Do you drink blood?”

“Um,” you stammer, “Well, I am a vampire, but I haven’t been one very long so- no I haven’t drank any blood. Uh… what’s your name again?”

“I’m Pugsley,” he reaches over and offers his hand.

You shake it, “Well, nice to meet you Pugsley. What are you guys up to?”

“We’re playing the French Revolution,” Wednesday answers flatly.

You chuckle, “Huh. I mean I guess it was an exciting time. Who’s your doll there?” you point to the headless doll in her hands. To be honest, the beheaded doll was very unnerving, but the children themselves seemed nice enough, so you push your nerves to the side.

“Marie Antoinette” she says matter of factly.

“Oh,” you pause, “Explains the lack of head I guess.”

You stand there awkwardly for a moment, unsure of how to exit the conversation. “Do either of you know where your parents are?” you ask.

“I saw them in the dining room earlier. Uncle Fester was there, but I think he went upstairs to play with his dynomite caps,” Pugsley replies. Uncle Fester? Dynomite caps? There’s too much to unpack there, so instead you decide to find Gomez and Morticia.

“Okay, thanks.”

You head out the door, realizing you have no idea where the dining room is. You go to turn back, but the children are playing animatedly and you don’t want to interrupt, so instead you look for it yourself.

You find the dining room, and sure enough, Gomez and Mortica are seated next to each other at a long table. You walk over and take a seat near them.

“(Y/n)! How’d you sleep?” Gomez greets you.

“Like the dead,” you say flatly. A second later what you’ve said hits you and you blink slowly, “I mean, I slept well, thanks.”

“You did seem rather tired last night,” Morticia remarks, “I’m glad you got some rest.”

“Wait, did I sleep through an entire day?” you ask.

“Yes, though we did tell Lurch not to disturb you,” she answers, “We thought you needed the sleep. How are you feeling?”

“I feel…” you take a moment to survey yourself, “I feel okay. I think if anything I feel a little hungry.”

“We can get that squared away! Mama makes the best yak stew.” Gomez springs from his chair and over to a rope hanging from the ceiling. Remembering last night, you brace for a loud noise. Sure enough, once he pulls it, the house shakes as the ringing travels through the house.

“You rang,” Lurch grumbles.

“Yes Lurch, a bowl of yak stew for our guest!” Lurch groans and exits.

“Thank you,” you tell them, “You’ve both been very hospitable, I’m thankful you were the ones that found me.” You feel sincerity in that statement, you were not only grateful for their help, but another part of you has some feeling when you’re near them. You’re not sure what the feeling is, though you can confidently say you didn’t mind the couple, or hell, the weird household in general. Even if it is kooky, you can’t say you’re not charmed by their life.

Lurch comes back with a silver platter that he sets on the table. On it is a bowl of stew that he places in front of you.

“Thanks,” you say, before grabbing the spoon and looking back at the meal. Lurch takes his leave. You’re unsure about eating yak, but you are also hungry and the stew looks fairly appetizing. You take a scoop and put it in your mouth, surprised not only by the flavor of the soup, but also the feeling of chewing. It’s like you can feel your canines rip through the meat faster than before. In the time where you’ve been thinking, it’s completely slipped your mind that you probably have fangs now. That you’ve changed.

“This is- this is actually really good,” you remark.

“I told you, Mama is a culinary genius! Nothing beats her yak stew!” Gomez gleams.

You smile at Gomez. Something about him just makes you want to smile in a soft admission of admiration.

You turn your attention back to the stew, eating it quickly until there is nothing left.

“I’m glad you enjoyed Mama’s cooking,” Morticia smiles, “I’ll have to tell her you enjoyed it. It’s not very often she gets to feed guests.”

“It is very odd, usually most people never come back after eating her food… I can’t imagine why…” Gomez says with a puzzled expression on his face. You chuckle. You notice that you find yourself enjoying the Addams’ company immensely. A part of you feels sad that you will eventually have to leave.

“Ah, c'est la vie (that’s life) ,” Morticia remarks.

“Tish!” Gomez’s head swivels quickly to face her, “That’s French!” he exclaims, grabbing her arm. He begins to kiss it, from her hand to her shoulder, though is interrupted by Morticia, “Darling. We have company. Later,” she says with a sly grin. Gomez raises his head to meet her eyes, a dazed look on his face. “Later.” he remarks, before finding himself back in his seat, “So, Hester, any plans for the night?” he asks casually.

“Um…” you stutter, flustered by the show of passion from the man sitting across from you, “I- I don’t really know… I mean, I’m a vampire now so- does that mean I have to act like one too? I’ve never been in a situation like this, I don’t really know what to do,” you admit, staring at your hands. You look up towards Morticia, “Didn’t you mention you’ve known vampires before? Could you maybe help me?”

“Of course, darling.” Morticia says, “Why don’t we talk in the living room? If you’re alright with it, the children would enjoy listening, they are curious creatures.”

“Yeah, that’s alright. They asked me a question or two when I ran into them earlier. I don���t blame them for being curious,”

“Pugsley’s been very interested in nonhuman creatures lately, ever since that run in with that werewolf he’s been wanting to know more. Wednesday’s been teaching him some things, she’s always had a firm grasp on certain folklore!” Gomez said proudly.

The three of you walked to the living room and sat down, them on the couch, and you in a chair facing them. The children were still in the room, sitting on the floor. You fidget with your hands nervously. “So, do I have superpowers or anything now?” you half-heartedly joke.

“Vampires have very fast healing capabilities,” Wednesday states, “They are very difficult to kill, they must be stabbed with a stake to the heart or decapitated.”

“Very good Wednesday,” Morticia smiles.

“Huh,” you respond, “Alright, that’s not too bad.”

“There are certain weaknesses that should be mentioned, such as sunlight, garlic, crucifixes and running water.” Morticia adds.

“Wait I can’t eat garlic anymore?” you ask, “That kinda sucks, huh.”

“Well technically you can eat anything if you try hard enough,” Gomez says offhandedly.

Morticia cocks an eyebrow at him and sighs, “It’s not so much deadly, it’s more like a food allergy.”

“So I can still eat things with garlic in it?” you double check.

“As long as you aren’t a coward!” Gomez says enthusiastically.

You let out a laugh at Gomez. Wednesday is rolling her eyes, though Morticia just keeps looking at him lovingly. For a moment you forget about the obvious question hanging in the air.

“So…” you start, “I have to drink blood now?” you ask nervously.

“Yes, all vampires must ingest blood to keep themselves alive,” Morticia says, “You’ve got to be hungry by now I imagine,”

“Yeah… but I just ate.” you reply.

“You can still eat food, it just will never fill you. In order not to starve you have to drink blood.” she explains.

You look down at your shaking hands. Everything before now had felt unreal, but this? The seriousness in her voice is making everything too real for you. How could you possibly do that to someone?

“I- I don’t know if I can do that…” you voice shakes, “I mean- how… how could I?”

“Children,” Morticia addresses them, “Why don’t you go play with Uncle Fester while we talk with Hester.”

“Awwww, do we have to?” Pugsley complains.

“A vampire’s eating habits are quite personal Pugsley. I’m afraid so.”

“Alright,” he sighs and follows Wednesday out of the room.

“If you need help procuring someone, you just have to ask. Gomez and I would of course be willing to provide.”

“Provide…?”

“Bodies of course.” Gomez affirms.

“Human bodies,” you repeat, your mind reeling. You had noticed the family was quite odd, even creepy at times, but what they were offering? It sounded too close to murder. You suddenly become very aware of where you are: in a strange house with strangers. Your hands become clammy.

“Is everything alright darling?” you hear Morticia ask. Your throat swells up. You try to force words out, but nothing will leave you lips, leaving you in what is now panic. Finally something spills out, “You can’t kill people for me! You- you can’t!” you sputter out.

“Kill people?” Gomez repeats, “Why we’d bring them alive of course.”

You let out a breath, “Okay, alive. I mean- I just still don’t think I can…”

“Well I suppose there is another option,” Gomez adds.

“What? What is it?” you ask, hopeful.

“Animal blood! It doesn’t work as well, but it’ll do in a pinch.” he explains.

You perk up, “I can do that. That works.” you feel relief.

“Should we make some arrangements? The children could fetch some for tonight.” Morticia asks.

“You have been so kind, really. I would appreciate it, at least for tonight. Tomorrow I’ll work on leaving, I’ve been here long enough.”

“It’s been our pleasure,” Gomez responds, lighting a cigar, “It’s been so long since we’ve had guests.

“Well you certainly are great hosts,” you smile. Despite your situation, you’ve found yourself fairly comfortable here.

“Thank you,” Morticia says, “Now, we ought to ring for Lurch to get some blood. I’m sure the children would love to accompany him.” As she reaches for the bell, you ready yourself for the loud ring. Lurch walks in, “You rang?”

“Yes Lurch, could you gather the children and find some animal blood for our guest here?”

“Yes, Mrs. Addams,” he drawls. He leaves the room in search of the children. A quiet silence falls over the room. Deciding to strike up conversation, you pipe up a question, “So, when did you two meet?”

“Oh, on the best day of my life,” Gomez grins proudly,

“We met at a funeral,” Mortica explains, “It was a lovely day. Grey clouds filled the sky, thunder rolling in the distance.”

“Oh cara mia, I remember it like it was yesterday, our eyes meeting over the coffin,” Gomez starts, “I swear the whole funeral party had to be half as enchanted with you as I had been.” You notice the two of them becoming more enveloped in their memories of each other. You can’t help but smile at how truly in love they are, even if that love meant that you would sit there awkwardly wondering if they were going to just make out in front of you.

“Oh mon cher, you are as charming as you were back then.”

Gomez’s eyes dart up, “Tish! That’s French!” He grabs her arm and starts kissing it.

“Gomez darling,” she warns, “Later.”

He looks up dazed, “Oh yes, our guest. Where were we?” he asks.

“I think you’ve answered my question,” you smile awkwardly.

“Do you have anyone special back home?” Morticia asks politely.

“Well…” you begin to explain“There is this one guy, my roomate, I guess… but I don’t think he likes me like that.” you explain.

“Tiene que estar loco si no le gusta, eres muy guapo. (He must be crazy if he doesn’t like you, you are very handsome.) ” Gomez comments under his breath. You feel your face heat up. He must not know you speak Spanish, judging by how offhandedly he said it. You look over to Morticia who nods ever so slightly, making you even more flustered.

“Uh… gracias, pero… sabes que hablo Español, sí? (Uh… thank you, but… you know I can speak Spanish, yes?) ” you ask. Gomez’s hand, which was placed on Morticia’s knee, now grips it somewhat tightly. Morticia looks over to him in curiosity. His face seems flushed.

“¿Comprendes lo que yo digo? (You understand what I’m saying?) ” he asks tentatively.

“Sí, aprendí a hablar en Español en la escuela. (Yes, I learned to speak in Spanish in school.) ”

“Oh,” a breath leaves his mouth. His eyes keep darting back and forth like he doesn’t know what to do. You can tell his weight has registered onto the balls of his chair like he is about to leap off his seat, but something is keeping him grounded. You look back at Morticia, who seems about as intrigued as you. A heavy silence fell over the room as everyone sat on edge.

Breaking the awkward scene, Lurch walks in with heavy footsteps holding a platter, “Your blood.”

He sets the platter down on the table, removing the lid. On the platter is a wine glass with a dark red liquid in it. As soon as you see the glass you can smell it, the blood. Rather than smelling rancid, the metallic scent smelled like everything you could ever want. You quickly grab the glass with both hands and hold it up to your lips, gulping down the liquid. The taste of it floods your mouth, though some of it dribbles down to your chin as you frantically consume it. You drink the last drop and set down the glass, looking up.

“Shit,” you curse under your breath. You wipe off your chin with the back of your sleeve. “Sorry, I- I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s quite alright,” Morticia affirms, “You’ve just been turned, I’m surprised you’ve gone this long without blood… well I guess there was last night.” You wince at the mention of that encounter. Trying to change the subject, you ask, “What happens if I can’t get blood?”

“Well, either you go to any length to get it out of pure hunger, or if you don’t, you die,” Morticia explains, “So it’s best you feed regularly.”

“So is that why I…” you try to think of a way to phrase it, “Why I don’t feel much restraint when I see blood?”

“Yes, though you’ll get more constraint as it goes on.”

“Oh, okay. By the way, I’m not keeping you up, am I? It has to be pretty late. I mean, I guess I’m already a night owl, so this isn’t too unusual for me, but you two probably should sleep, right?” you ask.

“If you don’t mind, I would like to get some sleep. Perhaps tomorrow if you plan on leaving, we can help you get back?” she asks.

“Yeah, that’d be great. And of course, go get some sleep. I’ll just hang out for a bit.” you say, putting on a small smile.

“Alright, good night then,” Mortica says.

“Goodnight Hester.” Gomez says.

“Goodnight.”

You stay in the living room much longer after they leave, lost in your thoughts. The weight of your new life- or death has started to sink in. Your mind drifts to drinking the blood earlier. The feeling of it had been great, though immediately after your chest felt heavy. You don’t suppose it has anything to do with your newfound changes. No, instead you recognize the feeling as the weight of your guilt.

You can’t help but wonder what kind of creature feeds off the life force of others. You try to reason with yourself by saying it’s like eating animals, yet you can’t accept the notion. This had felt different. Looking back to having Morticia’s blood makes your face flush, but you can’t also help but notice the difference from tonight. While the animal blood was good, and mostly filling, Morticia’s blood, human blood, brought a type of euphoria.

You didn’t need Morticia to spell it out for you. Using animal blood works as a substitute, but you know deep down you are now meant to feed on humans. The realization hits you as you think that. You are no longer human. On this thought your heart aches. What does this make you. Confused? Scared? Yes, those both applied. You feel lost.

You feel anxious thinking about going home tomorrow. Going home means it’s real. It means you have to face your roommate who you’re in love with and somehow not let him know you’re a vampire. You let out a huff. God, how are you supposed to do this? You take a small amount of solace knowing you have the Addam’s help. You’re glad they’ll help you get back home, you don’t think you could do it alone. You know even if you never speak to them again, their impact will be left on you forever.

You get up off the couch, deciding to go to sleep. You trudge to your room and plop onto the bed with a sigh. Eventually you drift off to sleep.

[ajaegerpilot]

israelarcade replied to your post “okay im going to go study and work on easays now but i played dai for...”

the true ending to da:i is sera/cas/harding/fquisitor four-way romance

me: *thru my tears* the true ending is fquisitor/vivienne de fucking fer romance

[i-dont-know-nor-care-go-away]

Girl help

Bitches be like "My bff got a boyfriend I low key hate by now he isn't an asshole just a republican, but he was an asshole to me a year ago. but he makes my bff so happy, but she likes him more than she likes me, he makes her smile and I can't and it's not fucking fair that I can't make her smile like that, and I just adore her, and we make jokes about how she's the small tittie goth gf, and she's perfect but doesn't believe it (honestly I would murder for a chest as flat as hers) , and then she makes jokes about being gay with me or polyamory with me and her and dating me jokes, and said "lol wanna be gay together" and "wanna play the pockey game?' multiple times and then a lol jk even tho she know I gay and says it in front of said republican boyfriend I low key hate and he laughs it off, but now I low key might have caught feelings for her, but she only ace and so far hetroromantic and she keeps making these we should be gay together jokes, as a joke, but I don't want to ruin it or out my self to others, and what if she don't like me like that, and wtf does he make her so happy why can't I fucking do that, please let me do that, she's so pretty, and she keeps saying these jokes Please helpppp"

and be like "No, I'm fine, how's *repubilcan boyfriend name* how was try out's, you look so nice today, please stop cutting you are so amazing I love you bro, you are worth it," and just completely support their bff and not say a word because they are a coward

I am the fucking bitches

@pottah-is-it-true-you-fainted you have experiance, no? please help another queer

[anime-villian-irl]

The only love triangle that ends in monogamy that I will expect is if the two male love rivals both love and care for the female lead so when they see their fighting is distressing each other they decide to play nice for her sake and eventually become what some would call friends and then something happens and one of the love interests dies protecting their love rival and when asked why he says "because your my friend" then dies. Then after grieving for a while the male and female lead get together and then she gets pregnant and when thinking of names for the child the male lead suggested the name of the for er male lead and when asked why he says "I want to honor the man who saves my life"

BUT THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN!

[diyvampyrism]

give👏me👏polyam👏dads👏you👏cowards👏👏👏

[druidscraft]

3, 4, 5, 22 for sable? 👀

!!!!!! 🐻‍❄️ 🏹 ❄️

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory?

sable's childhood was honestly pretty average for her people - her parents have remained on friendly terms with each other and even had a few more litters together, so she was always around other people. fond memories would be the first time she was entrusted with raising her siblings/other children in the tribe.

a bad memory, i mean, she certainly had a lot of scary moments as a child before she could really defend herself in the cold harshness of home, but one that stands out was when she slipped off the edge of an ice floe and hit her head on a sharp part, cutting her left ear which she still has a notch in! she was just scared because there was a lot of blood in the water and she couldn't really breathe

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents?

sable knows both parents! her mother's named nikita (she's a barbarian) and her father's named dragan (he's a barbarian/cleric multiclass). she has a tough relationship with her mother, who is urging her to understand and appreciate what she does have over what she doesn't have, and sable wants to be more of a barbarian than the ranger that she actually is.

her father is definitely the more touchy-feely parent, and definitely the one who coddles sable more than nikita does, but still agrees with nikita that sable needs to embrace who she is rather than pining over what she isn't.

i'd say the constant fighting with her parents is the bad memory, but the overall loving support is the good memory. nikita is a mama bear and that includes being that way at sable, essentially

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

oh boy sable has many siblings! in her tribe, adults have one year committed relationships - if a litter comes of that relationship then they stay around for a bit longer. there's no hard feelings about having multiple partners over your lifetime, but polyamory isn't super much a thing.

so all that is to say that her siblings are from one or both parents, but the ones from the same litter as her are luka and divna, so they're the same age.

her other siblings are elya, svetlana, nika, vaclav, ondrej, ondrea, yasha, and zan. their relationship has changed because sable went from the caretaker for the younger ones to being a peer, and some of them have had mates regularly, so there's a bit of a distance in that regard.

22. What are their favorite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?

oh boy favorite insults, hmm lets see

i mean sable's a fan of the simple things. just calling someone/something "stupid" to their face is a timeless staple. i think she would also insult people if they do things that are insulting to her - so like, calling someone a "coward" or "spineless", if they run from a fight or don't stand up for themselves/their people

"fuck" is a good embellishment for anything, but yeah i don't think she would really bother hiding her disdain for someone/something for all that long

+ send me a number !

[the-princess-atta]

Changing Seasons || Attendy

Summary: Atta tells Wendy the truth and they break up :( 

@flippin--corduroy

ATTA: 

She’d been avoiding Wendy.

She did not want to avoid Wendy, but at first she’d not known what to do. There was much to organize now that Atta would resume her talent, and the Hollow was full of buzz at the reveal that there was not only a royal, but that the royal was...well...her… the list-making tinker from the Orkney Hollow. She needed space and time to deal with all of that first. This was what Atta told herself. Once things calmed, then she’d contact Wendy and explain…

But when things did calm, she realized that an explanation would come with an ending. That was the only choice. That had always been the only choice. Royals could love, of course they could love. There was nothing in the rules, really, that said they couldn’t. But they didn’t. Because it wouldn’t be best for the Hollow. 

And loving a human mundus? They certainly never did that.

And so Atta needed to stop being cruel, and sending unclear texts and making up excuses about her classes and her duties. So, finally, she asked Wendy to meet her somewhere, and they returned to Chippamunka, where they’d had their first date.

Atta’s first ever date.

She regretted coming here the moment she sat down and she stared at the menu in front of her. An awkward silence festered between both her and Wendy in those initial minutes. The words were lodged in Atta’s throat. She didn’t want to say them. She still wanted a way around all this, but she knew there wasn’t, and this-- like so many things-- was her responsibility.

She stirred a little sugar into her water and finally cleared her throat. “I ah...first of all, I just… wanted to apologize for things in recent weeks. And for scaring you on the ice.”  

WENDY

Wendy knew something had been up. Atta had been dodging plans and texts for the better part of the last few weeks. She was always busy with something in the Hollow or with her sister or with school. Honestly, Wendy felt like the needy one in all this and it wasn’t a great feeling when you were used to being the girl who was aloof and chill and noncommittal. 

What worried her more was that when Atta had next resurfaced again, she asked her to Chippamunka. It was their first date spot. The night where Wendy really got to know and understand the fairy she’d been crushing on and flirting with. It was the night of their first kiss and the night she gave her the case for the log that had begun their friendship. It was all just so heavy and Wendy wasn’t one to get into heavy. 

So she gave Atta a smile and they had a little bit of a small talk but that awkward silence came. The moment where Wendy could ask what’s up with Atta but didn’t because well, she didn’t want to make it seem like she’d made more of this relationship than what Atta had intended. Maybe she was just more attached. Maybe they were just on the wrong pages of this story. 

Wendy played with the condensation on her soda glass, fingers drawing little patterns in the beads of water, leaning back in her chair a bit and glancing between the glass and Atta.

Then Atta started and although Wendy had expected it to go this way, she still felt her heart sink lower. It wasn’t a good beginning and it sounded really formal, like she and Atta were in a meeting or something and not two friends (or two something-mores).

“It’s alright. I mean, it’s not every day you save a girl from an icy fall.” Wendy tried to joke but it landed flat. “I’m just glad you’re okay, and you know, now that I’ve seen you, there’s physical evidence to prove it.” 

She gave a shrug of one shoulder and a slight smile before breathing out, maybe she should just come to the conclusion first before Atta had time to say it, rip the bandaid off, “As for the last couple weeks, maybe I just read signals wrong and put more into this than I should have. I didn’t mean to badger you with texts or anything.”

ATTA: 

Her eyes widened. Oh no, no, no, that wasn’t what she wanted Wendy to think at all! The guilt turned into a cascading waterfall, drenching Atta underneath it. She reached forward without thinking, taking Wendy’s beautiful strong hands and squeezing one of them, as if she were much smaller. She’d always loved Wendy’s hands, since the second she saw them. They made beautiful things. 

“No! No, you didn’t-- nothing you did was wrong,” blurted Atta. “I was the confusing one. I...didn’t mean to be. Everything I said was true. Well--” 

Atta had practiced this speech. She had turned this whole conversation into a task to be checked off, or perhaps similar to a duty to perform. However, now that she was sitting right here, she couldn’t find her way to the words. Everything felt just...wrong.

She drew her hand back and her eyes got a bit shiny. She glanced away quickly, breathed in softly, and then out again. 

If she were to be honest, then she’d have to confess to Wendy now that she had lied from the start. Wendy would probably be angry with her, as she should be. Maybe that would be for the best. It would be a sudden, painful break. 

“No, it wasn’t. It--” she stumbled, took another breath and then finally looked back at Wendy again. “I haven’t been honest from the start, actually. You see, I...I’m not a tinker, like I told you or everyone else. In my old Hollow, before it was destroyed, I…” 

It was still hard to say it. Every single time, she wanted to break down and cry as if she was confessing to murdering her own Hollow. (For some reason these two things felt the same.)

“I am what’s called a royal-talent. A princess. I...was going to become queen when our King stepped down. But then...the oil spill and…” she trailed off and looked down, fiddling with a braided bracelet on her wrist. 

WENDY

The redhead’s brows furrowed as Atta started backtracking and trying to explain herself into a circle. Atta took her hands and she felt warm again, like awkwardness had melted away to a warm feeling and she wasn’t here getting broken up with. Because that’s what was happening right? That’s what this was leading up to. Atta’s hands were small and soft, but strong. Her thumbs ran along the backs of them as they held hands for a moment before Atta pulled back.

And when Atta pulled back and hesitated, it was that she’d lied about something. Was she seeing someone else? Wendy had heard polyamory was kind of a thing in fairy culture was that it? She bit her lip, wondering what she’d lied about. She thought they’d told each other everything. That’s what this was. It was honest, right? They could just be themselves.

Well, apparently Atta hadn’t necessarily been herself with how this conversation had turned.

As Wendy let Atta talk her mind raced as to what she could’ve found so terrible as to hide from Wendy. The redhead never thought anything Atta had ever been was bad. Atta could’ve honestly done no wrong in the woodworkers eyes, but then again, maybe she’d been seeing all this with rose colored glasses. Blinded by her infatuation or something like that. 

Her heart hammered in her chest when Atta confessed she was lying from the very beginning. She just wanted to know. 

And then it came out. A royal talent. She was supposed to become queen. She was… a princess? Wendy had literally been dating a fairy princess? 

She was silent a moment as her eyes widened, trying to process this new information before a small grin appeared on her face, “So… I’ve been kissing a princess this whole time?” She snorted slightly, “Atta… I’m not gonna judge you because you’re a fairy princess or something. I mean yeah that’s like a big part of your life but that doesn’t change things for me.” 

And once that came out of her mouth her smile faded because it finally dawned on her, her voice grew quiet and a bit meek. “But… it does for you, doesn’t it?” It wasn’t really a question. “I… well, I mean I don’t want to be like offensive to fairy culture if this is wrong but are you about to tell me that you need to marry a fairy prince?” She looked down at the table a bit, drawing little doodles with her finger tips on the table top.

This was like getting the shit end of the stick in a romantic comedy wasn’t it? When a royal hides their identity and you find out you’ve been dating them all along. If Wendy were the character in that movie, she’d say she could learn. They’d stand up to the king or queen and say, this is the person I’m going to marry. But this wasn’t a movie and Wendy wasn’t ready for marriage, hell she didn’t even know if they’d been dating. And try as she might… Wendy would never be a fairy.

ATTA: 

Atta was once again a coward. She sat there and let Wendy stumble her way through the news. She watched, like watching a dam collapse in on itself, as Wendy realized what Atta was really saying. It was easier that way, wasn’t it? She didn’t want to have to explain that she could not kiss Wendy anymore. That they would not have any more coffee dates on campus, nor go ice skating on the lake. 

In fact, Atta did not know what her life was going to look like in the coming moons. She was still discussing her training with Clarion, considering she had come so far in her old Hollow before its destruction. She and Clarion were in completely new territory, unsure how long it would take for Atta to make a proper connection with the pixie tree, to absorb the amount of memories she would need to. Perhaps they would flood in. Or perhaps it would be a mere trickle, and she’d spend the next twenty years starting her training all over. 

Either way… she knew what the duties would be. There was no place for Wendy there. 

Her heart sank. The tears in her eyes shined, making her blue eyes even bluer. But she was a royal-talent and she had to start acting like it again. And in this respect at least, it was easy. It was much, much too easy to hold all those tears back. 

But when she took a breath, it was a heavy breath, and she felt exhausted already like she’d been flying for days without rest. 

She smiled very sadly. “No, I don’t...have to marry a fairy prince. We don’t have those. In fact, the way our Hollows work...there is only one royal-talent at a time. Two, I suppose, if there is an apprentice. But when it’s my time to protect the Hollow and become Queen, Queen Clarion will lose her connection with the tree. She will step down and live the rest of her days out peacefully, and I will rule for as long as it takes for another royal-talent to be born. So you see, I… I won’t… it isn’t appropriate for me to see anyone.” 

Before Wendy, Atta had not even given it much thought at all, for she had wanted to do her best, and she had more than enough love for her Hollow and her family. 

“Which is why I’m so grateful I was able to experience a little bit of that with you. I...know it was unfair of me, and selfish, but I really didn’t intend...I didn’t think I would make a new connection with the Enchantra’s tree because it wasn’t mine, I really didn’t. When it happened, I was shocked and scared and...I didn’t know what to do. I handled it poorly, and I’m so sorry if I’ve hurt you because of that.” 

WENDY

The minute Atta’s eyes shone those tears, Wendy wanted to reach across the table and wipe them from her eyes. She wanted to do anything. Honestly, just anything, other than have this conversation and be told that they were too different. That they came from different cultures and had different responsibilities. Because in the last few months, Wendy had only known that they had become more and more the same. They shared the same interests. Laughed at the same things. Wendy’s smile reflected Atta’s. And even now, Wendy’s eyes and heart fought hard not to join Atta in the hopelessness and just glisten with tears. 

“Queen Atta.” Wendy said simply with a sad sort of smile, “Fits.” She said simply, her fingers playing with her napkin as her eyes broke from the other girl’s. “You always sort of were one to me you know. A fairy princess, basically. You just… It was hard to not see that there was something inherently special about you.”

Wendy glanced up at Atta again, this time her eyes definitely betrayed her, “I mean this is all like a lot and from what I’m understanding you couldn’t have known, not after what had happened so I don’t--Atta just please don’t think I’m mad at you for this.” She bit down on her lip trying to figure out her words, “Did I think the whole waiting game of it all was kind of you know, handled not so great the last couple weeks? Well, yeah. But, I’m not mad. I guess I just sort of know where I stand with you which is I guess what I wanted in the first place.” That was a lie if she dug deep enough, what she wanted in the first place was Atta.

“I wish I knew what to say, you know?” She gave a slight laugh, looking up at the ceiling as if that would somehow give her an answer and stop her eyes from watering. “I just never really expected circumstance to be the reason we ended.” The redhead ran her fingers along the table, leaning forward a bit and adjusting herself in her seat, she took in a breath trying to focus on something other than the clenching feeling in her chest and the emotions that washed over her, “Um, do you still think we can hang out or are you going to be kind of in the Hollow more?”

ATTA: 

Atta hadn’t expected this either. Her time with Wendy had really been a faerytale, to use the language of the humans. It was an escape from her life, from her grief, from her sadness, and from herself. She’d learned so much. She’d become so much. And it was all thanks to Wendy, really-- she owed her so much. Without Wendy, Atta wasn’t sure if Swynlake would have felt close to something like...home. 

But what could have been a terrifying, strange place, full of new challenges, had transformed into an adventure. Because she had Wendy there to help her. 

The tears pricked her eyes again, but she knew they were not the type of tears that would fall. The weight in her chest was too heavy for something like tears. It was the type of weight that carved out a huge canyon between the two of them, and that boundary was something that Atta knew she shouldn’t cross. She wanted to. But--Atta could play out what that relationship would look like and she knew it was a ship beached from the beginning. After all, she wouldn’t have time to spend much time out of the Hollow. Atta would stop aging quite soon. Wendy wouldn’t. Wendy couldn’t live in the Hollow, even if, like Atta had said so many times, she would make an excellent tinker…

And even if she could remove some of those obstacles, Atta would never be able to share the most important things with Wendy. The traditions, the stories, the day-to-day struggles… 

That wasn’t a relationship. Wendy deserved more than that.

All Atta could offer was friendship instead. And so she smiled and nodded. “I will be in the Hollow a lot more but-- I mean, I talked to Queen Clarion and she actually thinks it’s a good idea I continue on in my Pride U studies. So we can definitely be friends. I--I would love to be friends, if that isn’t asking too much,” she finished quietly. “I understand though if...you don’t want to.” 

WENDY

Well that was good right? Atta was going to keep up her Pride U stuff so they could still hang out. That was totally fine. They could hang out and not like cuddle or kiss or make out or flirt or you know, act coupley right? That was totally doable. Sure. Lesbians always were better at remaining friends with their ex’s right? If Atta was even an ex. She kind of felt like an ex but they had never been dating officially.

Wendy gave a slight smile at that, “I think we can be friends, Atta.” And that was the truth. She thought they could. She didn’t know for sure that it would work but she thought, sure, why not, they could do it. They had common interests and it would be totally fine.

They’d had a really good run. She might’ve really fallen for the fairy if they’d continued so its probably better off that they didn’t. She could just go back to flirting with women in Pixie’s and hooking up without thinking about Atta and faltering. She was uninhibited now. She knew where they stood, she should be happy right?

Then why did this feel like she almost knocked herself out with a low hanging tree limb she hadn’t seen before? (Yeah that had happened more than once being out in the forest at her height). Whatever, it would have never worked and now it won’t. Good to know.

ATTA: 

Atta smiled back, but it didn’t really reach her eyes. Though Wendy was taking everything gracefully, all Atta could feel was… sad. 

In that moment, staring at Wendy, it was like looking at a life she could never have. That was her punishment. If she had been honest from the very first day she stepped into the Enchantra Hollow, she would never have pursued Wendy in the first place. She would have resumed her training. If she and Wendy met, she would have introduced herself as Princess of the Hollow, and remained at a distance always. There would have never been dates to Chippamunka, kisses in dusty workshoppes that smell like the forest, or laughter on ice skating rinks. 

And there would never have been a need for good-bye. 

But then… if Atta played all that out, she supposed the two of them might not have even become friends. Just...acquaintances. Perhaps business partners, considering Oaken’s deal with Queen Clarion. And that alternative was even more sad, even if it would have spared Atta’s heart and Wendy’s time. Everything happened for a reason; wasn’t that what fairies believed? And didn’t fairies also know that nothing was permanent? Friends came for a season and were gone the next, but that didn’t make the time any less special. 

Atta just wished things were different. One day, she supposed, that feeling would fade like the colour on spring leaves. 

“Thank you Wendy. For everything. I… am so glad we met, really, truly. I’m sure we’ll be friends for a long time.”

[the-innefable-idiot]

You’ve made your choice, my love

Hello yall!

This is my first fic EVER posted and I am quite excited!!! 

Since this is my first time doing this, I am still lost on technicalities, but I am learning. This fic is almost 1.8k words and I am SO PROUD huisadhdsuisda

Here is the AO3 link. Since I am used to ONLY read stories there, I still don't know what I am doing, so please HLEP. 

Also, bear in mind English is not my first language and I didn’t beta it, so every feedback is welcome. I am talking not only plot and characterization, but also grammar and punctuation.

I have a 3k fic on the way, it just needs some tweaks here and there. It has a polyamory take on the Forrest/Alex/Michael dynamics from another fic by @spaceskam. 

This fic in particular was the following prompt by @tookmetwice: “Guerin sees Forrest coming out of Alex’s house and Alex kissing him goodbye. The ensuing conversation where Alex tells Guerin to fuck off and that he’s no longer his fucking doormat.”

Please, enjoy!

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You’ve made your choice, my love

Alex woke up to a light snoring by his side. This time Forrest was the big spoon and Alex felt good, safe. He tried to get out of bed without waking up the historian, but military men shared the trait of light sleep.

"Good morning." Forrest said lazily while stretching. "What are the plans for today, captain?"

"First and foremost, take a shower. Every time you convince me to stay in bed after sex and everytime I regret later when we get all sticky and gross." Alex said while reaching for his crutches. Forrest grabbed him by his hips and tried to bring him back to bed. "Then we’ll have a nice breakfast you will cook, by the way, and then you’ll go to the library to continue your research while I go do my secret Mr. Robot stuff at the base."

Forrest went for a kiss, but ended up kissing Alex hair as he turned his head. Alex stood up and went to the bathroom, but came back a few seconds later with a fake exasperation.

"You can come, but let it be known I’m doing this only to save water."

Both men tried their hardest to keep the act, but Alex couldn't stop laughing when Forrest tried to fling himself out of bed and ended up falling on the floor, his feet tangled on the covers. Once back on his feet, the historian followed the man to the shower.

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After going through their morning plans, Forrest was ready to leave. He was by the door when Alex pulled him to a passionate kiss. They were in what was considering "the honeymoon phase" and Alex was discovering the wonderful world of public display of affection. Lately he has been the one initiating the platonic touches in public, experimenting his limits in many different places and scenarios. If Alex kept going like this, they would be snuggling in The Wild Pony in no time.

Even though Alex was the one pushing Forrest to go to the library, he was also the one holding him at the door with kisses that made Forrest's legs feel like jello. 

"Text me when you are done in the library. I really really want to drink a milkshake." Alex said fondly, their faces not too far from each other, while his fingers were running through the blue hair, taking them away from Forrest's eyes.

"Yes, captain.” Forrest said smiling, channeling all the energy he had to get out of the sweet embrace Alex had him in. God, he could stay like that till the end of time. “Love you, captain." He whispered before leaving. Forrest heard the other man shout a "love you too, dork" as he entered his car. When he turned it on, he heard a loud noise coming from nowhere in specific. Someone must've broken something heavy made out of glass somewhere nearby.

As Forrest turned the car and got out of sight, Alex face changed. His smile and relaxed demeanor turned into a stiff posture. He knew the glass, wherever it was, didn't shatter naturally. He knew the source for it before even seeing him walking by. He was way too familiar with the light curls, the cowboy swag and the smell of rain that came after shattered glass.

"A Manes man being all lovey-dovey with a Long." Michael had a bitterness in his voice that just made Alex fell so tired. "I must wonder what circle of hell I am in."

"Damn it Guerin, why do you make this so hard? I thought we were getting better at the whole 'sup bro' thing"

"You do know what the Longs did to Liz' family, right?"

"Oh yeah Guerin, because the main take away from our lives is that bloodlines define who we are entirely. Not a chance to be different. Sure, congratulations for you. Do you want a fucking gold star?"

Michael was taken aback by Alex' outburst. He was so focused on his own frustrations that he didn't think Alex would return the sentiment.

"I’m just sayin’ it’s pretty convenient he showed up around the same time as your father. I didn't think you were the type that fell for the first hot piece of ass that crossed your way." Michael knew it was a low blow. He didn't want to admit he was doing it on purpose, a petty act of self-destruction, really. 

"Guerin, are you mad because I'm dating a Long or because I am finally falling in love with someone that isn't you?" The silence was deafening, and it was all Alex needed. "That's what I thought."

"Don’t blame me for this, Alex. What we had was good, fucking cosmic, and you kept running away."

"And yet the first time I am willing to change, the one time I go after you to give us a chance, you leave me behind and choose another person the next day."

"How could've I known you were willing to change? I was so used to you leaving that I couldn't believe you."

"I told you things that night I never told anyone by then. You know how hard it was for me admitting those things." Alex sighed, running his hand through his hair. He was getting louder, so he focused to soften his voice for his next words, which he would maintain for the rest of the conversation "I know Max was in danger that night. I mean, he fucking died and that scarred you. I get it. But you told me to come back the next day and I did. And I waited. And waited. And waited while you were with Maria. You made your choice."

"I..."

"Shut up, Guerin. After that day you made sure I knew who you had chosen. You chose Maria over and over and over again, and I never complained. It hurt, but I tried my best to support you both. That means being a fucking adult."

"I never looked away, Alex."

"Yes, Guerin, you never looked away, but you also never went after me. You never chose me the same way you choose her. I never got to say goodbye the first time I left because you chose to be in jail." Alex was letting out all the resentment, hidden for years, locked in a deep place that he never dared to open. Until now.  "You... knew you had the power to change my mind, you knew that we could come up with a plan to run away together."

Alex sighed, all the frustration now turning into exhaustion.

"I wanted to tell you I was leaving to escape my family, not you. That in a year or so I’d be back, luckily with a good salary, and that we could get the hell out of here. I was going to beg for you to stay put for me, but you chose to be locked up instead."

Tears threatened to fall, but Michael was determined not to cry. He knew what Alex was talking about, pillow talk back then consisted on fantasizing what was just said, but Michael was a coward and always chose the easier path. Now he sees he's been paying the price for it.

"You loved me and I loved you, Michael. Hell, I think this conversation only proves we still love each other. But what I am discovering with Forrest is that sometimes love is not enough. A relationship requires tenderness, respect, vulnerability. We never had the chance for this. We were drowning in trauma after trauma and we couldn't handle it back then."

Michael dropped his shoulder, suddenly feeling the weight of everything he has ever done. Alex managed to put into words what was going on between them both since the beginning, and Michael hated it, because they were true.

"Guerin, we were cosmic the same way black holes consume the light out of the stars around it. It wasn't healthy. It still isn't. And I won't accept your jealous outbursts because I am choosing someone that isn't you. Of all people, you won't be the person that makes me feel guilty for being with Forrest. I won’t allow you to do this. Why can't you just be happy for me?"

What hurt the most for Michael wasn't the words coming out of Alex' mouth, but the way he was saying them. Alex wasn't angry, wasn't throwing things around or screaming at him. He was just tired. He was saying those things not to vengefully hurt Michael, but to confess something he has been carrying around for years, his voice was flat, almost emotionless. Michael would take a thousand a rage outbursts instead of this… emptiness.

"I don't want to lose you, Guerin, but I think we need to take a step back. Maybe you were right, and we are not ready to leave the tortured lust phase. You don't need to come in person here, just text me and I will answer you as soon as possible." Alex turned to close his door, but hesitated, pondering for a few moments what he was going to say next. "Once you accept I chose someone else, we can start socializing again. Just… get your shit together and we may try again the 'sup bro' stage, Michael."

And with that Alex closed the door, leaving Michael with his own thoughts. 

He doesn't quite remember getting in the truck and leaving Alex' house. He was supposed to meet Maria and Kyle for something, but apparently he sent them a text message saying he wouldn’t show up. He remembers driving to the middle of the desert and screaming until he lost his voice. He could feel losing control of his powers, the ground shaking and rocks violently flying around. He doesn't remember driving back to the airstream and collapsing on his tiny bed. He noticed his throat hurt moments before losing conscious, but he didn’t do anything about it, the pain was almost welcome. He woke up 20 hours later with a worried Isobel invading the place to see if he wasn't dead.

This problem has always been in the back of his mind, but now Alex brought it up to the surface and now Michael has no other option but to face it. Maybe he made the wrong choice the day Alex left for the military when they were teenagers. Maybe he made the wrong choice when he didn’t fight for Alex when he came back to Roswell a decade later. Maybe he made the wrong choice the day after his brother died. And now he has to confront the consequences alone.

The end

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Hope yall enjoyed!

[poisonedapples]

Week One: Relationships

Summary: Virgil thinks about how much he loves his relationship.

Pairings: Queerplatonic LAMP

Trigger Warnings: Caps lock, yelling (not angrily, Roman’s just dramatic), and lots of food mentions near the end

Note: A fic for the first week of the @fander-pride-meetup, relationships! For this week I decided to create a fic based off of my own relationship, which hardly ever gets represented: A queerplatonic QPR. I had a lot of fun writing such a sarcastic Virgil and his partners, so I hope you enjoy! But also: I might have missed a couple of these / things while editing, so just ignore that, oops.

Virgil would never understand it, in all honesty. He’d never understand the weird stereotypes that came with polyamory. People who heard of him and his partners, their reactions always being seemingly weirder than the last. Disbelief at the fact it was all consensual and there for the world to see, people who would say how they could “never share” when frankly, it didn’t feel like “sharing”. If it did, then there would be a problem. It would mean that the relationship wasn’t healthy, and Virgil didn’t feel like he was sharing. He felt like he had three partners instead of one. That was it. No jealousy, no betrayal, just their own form of love.

Most of the time Virgil didn’t even try to explain the other part, though. The queerplatonic part of their relationship. Although he had never gotten the typical comments of “isn’t that just friends?” personally, it was still exhausting explaining to outsiders that just because he was aro doesn’t mean he didn’t want relationships. People expected for him to hate the idea of ever being with anyone, and Virgil didn’t know how to explain that just because he doesn’t want a romantic partner doesn’t mean he doesn’t want a partner. So he just left it be. No one needed to know he wasn’t kissing any of his boyfriends anyway.

His boyfriends. Usually that word had such romantic connotations to it, but even so, Virgil loved calling them that. My partners. My boyfriends. It was so sappy, but Virgil loved the excited feeling that came with having them in his life, even if it was just a few words that reminded him of that. He felt like a damn puppy whenever he saw their faces, said their names, but in his defense, he’s gay. He can’t help it.

But even so, just like every other day, Virgil will deny to his very grave the giant smile that came on his face when he saw Patton on their apartment’s living room couch, hanging his head upside down as he watched some insurance commercial on the TV. Patton only noticed Virgil enter when he tried to eat an m&m from his candy bowl sitting on the couch upside down, and Virgil’s mom voice immediately came into action. “Please do not do that, sit up, dude.”

“Awwwww,” Patton whined, but still slowly moved himself to be lying down on the couch, his head right next to the candy bowl. “You’re no fun.”

“I’m sorry I’m not letting you choke and die.”

“I haven’t choked yet! I’ve done that plenty of times and Roman never cared!”

“Roman doesn’t fucking count when he has the brain mass of a damn cornflake.”

Patton squinted his eyes, the sure way to tell he was activating the Dad Voice. “Don’t be mean, Virgil.”

“I’m not mean, Roman knows I love him and his little cornflake brain.”

“FOR THE LAST TIME, VIRGIL,” Just Virgil’s luck, that very moment absolutely had to be the time for Roman to come home from the store. “STOP SAYING MY BRAIN IS A CORNFLAKE.”

“You just don’t like that I’m calling you out.”

“YOU HATE ME.”

“Love you too, Princey.”

“Roman, shush!” Patton scolded, taking two of the four grocery bags Roman was holding. “Logan’s still-”

“‘S everyone alright out here?”

“...Asleep.”

Logan had come out of one of the two bedrooms the four boys switched between at random, his hair sticking out in a bunch of different directions, his jeans from earlier in the day switched to just boxers. You could tell his glasses were just lazily shoved onto his face with how crooked they were, brown eyes still a little hazy with sleep. Virgil felt that strange feeling come back into his chest. Not like butterflies in his stomach, but just a sudden rush of energy, happiness and excitement at seeing one of his QPP’s looking so adorable right in front of him. Just because he’s aroace doesn’t mean he was blind to cute boys.

It’s just that he was quieter about it than Roman.

“Oh my stars you’re like a teddy bear!” He squealed, rushing over to a confused Logan and squishing him in a giant hug. “You’re so squishable I’m gonna die! Get it? Like Agnes from Despicable Me?”

“Please cease your attack on my lungs.”

Roman groaned in protest, but loosened his grip on Logan anyway, instead becoming satisfied with resting his chin on his head. Patton, who had been placing away some of the groceries Roman went and got, opened up the final bag, only to see candy boxes and a DVD for Into The Spiderverse inside. “Roman?” He asked, holding up the bag. “Did you plan something?”

“Oh!” A sudden change in focus was the only thing that got a koala Roman off of Logan’s head for the time being, running over to empty the bag. “I know we already saw Into The Spiderverse, but in my humble defense, we’ve also seen Nightmare Before Christmas five-hundred-billion times.”

“Call me out by name, Princey.”

He ignored him. “So I had to get it, it’s just so pretty! So how about we just have some candy, watch a very awesome movie, and have a nice day in?”

“I’m not opposed.”

“Of course you’re not, nerd, you love these movies and you can’t hide it.”

“And just for that, I’m going to cuddle with Virgil instead of you.”

“Oh fuck yeah.”

“This is rude!” Roman dramatically stomped his feet like an overgrown child. “Why are you all being so mean to me today!?”

Patton tried to act sympathetic to his obviously-exaggerating QPP, putting an arm around Roman and leaning in for a small side hug. “Awww, it’s okay Ro,” he said, “you can stay with me!”

“Can you share some of the m&ms in that giant bowl I know you still have?” Roman’s eyes were big with hope, pointing over the bowl still sitting on the side of the couch. Patton smiled brightly at him.

“Absolutely not!”

“I’m being bullied by my own boyfriends.”

“We swear we love you, Princey.”

“So rude to me,” Roman sighed, putting a hand on his chest in feigned agony for a moment before taking the bag and heading with Patton over to the couch. Roman took out the candy from the bag as he sat leaned against Patton, shielding his bowl of m&ms like a gremlin. Virgil ignored them both and took the DVD that Roman had taken out during his candy search, heading over to the DVD player.

Roman passed around the candy while Virgil put in the movie. First the dark chocolate for himself, Starbursts for Patton, Snickers for Logan (who sat on the other side of the couch), and a box of Snow Caps for Virgil once he got to his seat, sitting right on Logan’s lap and leaning his head on his chest. For a moment as the movie began, the four of them just relaxed and ate their candy in their respective sections, barely really paying attention until Logan heard Virgil’s voice.

“Pat my head, you coward.”

Virgil stared up at Logan from his place on his chest, until Logan slowly pat his head once and started carding his fingers through his hair. “Does that suffice?”

“Yes, big thank.” He seemed to become more content once he shoved a handful of snow caps in his mouth.

“I will never understand your slang.”

“Excellent.” Virgil smirked, “The more confused all of you are, the better it is. Like Princey is when I call him Dad.”

“You well and truly hate me, do not lie.”

“Love you too Dad.”

Roman narrowed his eyes at Virgil, slowly setting his chocolate on the floor and pointing a finger at him. “I will tackle you.”

Virgil quickly placed his own box on the side table, smirking. “Do it, coward.”

Before Patton could interfere with the playful bickering, Roman flung himself off of Patton’s lap and right onto Virgil, causing a tangle of limbs once both Logan and him ended up under Roman. Patton watched for a couple silent seconds in concern, before Virgil started bursting out laughing. Logan pretended to be annoyed, especially since he got interrupted from opening his candy, but Roman could see the smile on his face clear as day. “I request a figurative divorce, considering we’re not genuinely married.”

“It’s far too late nerd, you’ve become merged with the new cuddle pile.” Roman grabbed one of Logan and Virgil’s hands in both of his, pulling them up for a more comfortable position to maneuver in. Although Patton had managed to escape the tackle, Roman got a mischievous smile on his face once he heard familiar giggles, and yanked Patton into the new cuddle pile by his cat hoodie. “You’re not escaping either!”

Patton didn’t respond with words, just more laughter as he buried his face into Roman’s free side, Logan leaning on his other one, Virgil climbing into Roman’s lap and lying sprawled out against all of them. It was messy and Roman was sure to have his legs fall asleep soon, but Virgil wasn’t going to move, not even for the candy that had suddenly been abandoned over the area. Not with Logan back to playing with his hair, Roman loosely holding onto his hand, or Patton’s hand on his knee. It was just too comfortable to notice the slight discomfort from a cuddle pile with too many limbs, but he just loved it so much. Not because the people he was with gave him those butterflies, or a good feeling of nervousness, but because they just made him feel warm. Made him feel happy. Content.

He looked up, seeing the faces of the three boys that made him want to jump up and down, boys who gave him feelings no one else could, but platonic feelings nonetheless. Yeah, Virgil thought, I like this a lot.

[littlepetbee]

i was tagged by @scottstiles to play this fun game!!! thank you friend!!!

Rules: pick 5 shows, then answer the following questions, don’t cheat. tag 10 (or however many) people.

wellllll the only tv shows i’ve ever watched are:

teen wolf

psych

avatar: the last airbender

boy meets world 

j.o.n.a.s.

who is your favorite character in 2? i feel like it’s literally blasphemy to choose between shawn and gus so i’m NOT GONNA. they’re both my favs :’)

who is your least favorite character in 1? oh mannnn that’s hard because there’s so many villains akjdhkslfjgh. i guess i’d probably go with gerard, though as evil as he is he doesn’t make me as passionately angry as theo. which probably means it’s actually theo. yeah...we’ll go with theo

what is your favorite episode of 4? ‘chick like me’ (where shawn goes undercover as a girl and discovers how much it sucks) is always a classic. i remember seeing it when i was young and being filled with feminist anger for the first time. plus shawn made one hell of a girl lbr

what is your favorite season of 5? the two seasons are so different it’s hard to compare them but i’ll go with two bc my husband joe jonas had a great haircut and i’m dumb so that’s all it takes

who is your favorite couple in 3? suki and sokka! we love a lady who kicks ass while her boyfriend cheers her on 

who is your favorite couple in 2? SHOULDA BEEN SHAWN/GUS, FEEL FREE TO @ ME. but since tv is full of cowards we get shawn/juliet and they’re cute too

what is your favorite episode of 1? hands-down ‘the dark moon’!!!!!! like there’s no competition. “you brought a wolf into my home?” “we brought an alpha” 

what is your favorite episode of 5? ‘karaoke surprise’ because there’s lines in there that definitely didn’t belong on the disney channel akjhskflhj. i remember watching it and being like “THEY SAID WHAT?” good times good times

what is your favorite season of 2? that’s so HARD they’re all so good! season 8 is the best for sentimentality and season 1 is good for nostalgia and season 6 is great because ‘last night gus’ is perhaps the best ep of all time. IDK!! any and all of them!

how long have you watched 1? i started watching it in 2014 and i only caught up to real time for the last couple eps of s5. then after it ended i’ve done a rewatch every year so it’s been 5 years which is probably a couple years too long lol. 

how did you become interested in 3? my roommate in college used to watch it while i pretended to do homework and i got hooked

who is your favorite actor in 4? i mean everyone loves rider strong lol. idc if he hasn’t done much other acting, he’s cute, he loves books, and he hates trump so i support him.

which do you prefer, 1, 2, or 5? babywolves!!!!! those will always be my kids, man. i’m not sure if there’s a fictional character out there i’d choose over scott mccall tbh

which show have you seen more episodes of, 1 or 3? teen wolf just because there’s more lol

if you could be anyone from 4, who would you be? i’d want to be topanga because i want her hair. plus i’d make cory and shawn sort their crap out and smooch already. it’s okay guys. polyamory is the way forward. obvs angela can come too.

would a crossover between 3 and 4 work? i mean any crossover works if you’re ambitious enough! but that being said crossing atla with anything would probably be a little rough

pair two characters in 1 who would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple? LISTEN. derek and chris! that’s way more age gap-y than i usually get but they’d be so good. they’ve lost and found family to each other! they’re not enemies any more! they’re angry blustery dudes who are actually loving softies beneath it all! let them hold hands!

overall, which show has the better storyline, 3 or 5? i’m not kidding when i say that no piece of media ever created has a better storyline than atla. THE BEST FICTION EVER MADE WAS A NICKELODEON CARTOON FOR KIDS. EVERYONE ELSE GO HOME.

which has the better theme music, 2 or 4? psych theme!!!!! love it!

okay sooo i’m gonna tag: @napoleonrags @reigndownanddestroy @seeinhindsight @nothanksweregood @gloryhalleloujah @sleepymouses no pressure ofc!