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lupcretia & beaujester real :)

i’m honestly so grateful for beaujester because at least this go-round on the ol’ “hopeless femslash ship where one has already been decided in advance by her player to end up with a dude” carousal, they actually exchange words with each other more than legit once

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14 and lupcretia?

(100 ways to say i love you prompts: “Can I have this dance?”)

This world’s piece of creation had been cradled in the claws of something that resembled a dragon but for the fact that it was covered in iridescent green feathers. This feathery dragon had been terrorizing the local populace for generations, and with the crew’s defeat of it a great celebration was organized. IPRE were, of course, the guests of honor.

Parties were never Lucretia’s scene. She sits at a back table by a window as the little string quartet plays waltz after waltz, eating plums and sketching out their fallen foe. She had been here for the last two hours, and she is getting dreadfully bored, but the others are all having a wonderful time and, well, they deserve it. They deserve a happy ending for once.

Someone coughs at her elbow. Lucretia sighs, prepared to chase off her hopeful conversationalist with horrible small talk, and nearly snaps her pencil when it’s Lup instead.

Lup had decided to wear a shimmering gold gown, cinched once under the bust with an embroidered cord before the skirt fell gracefully to the floor. Her hair is gathered and held up with a net of beads. One of the dragon’s feathers is perched jauntily, outrageously in her hair.

Lucretia had of course seen her when they were all getting ready and when they entered the ballroom to great applause. She had nodded and agreed when Lup had asked her if she looked nice (carefully, so carefully, only as much as to be appropriate and normal for a platonic friend, appreciative but uninterested, giving nothing away but standard kindness, careful Lucretia, you know how that would go).

But the warm light of the candles and lanterns around the hall make Lup glow. Even more than usual, she looks like a star, like a vision, like the feeling of being out in the sun after a long time spent inside. Lucretia is suddenly gripped with a desperate need for a canvas and oil paints, because this is yet another moment of Lup that deserves to be preserved. So much of Lup is fit for art - how her hair falls, the line of her jaw, how her mouth curves when she laughs. Lucretia knows why she thinks that, and does not let herself stare, and restrains herself from drawing as much as she wishes. It’s not as if she could properly depict her, anyway.

Lup shifts from one foot to the other, and Lucretia realizes she’s staring. “Yes?” she asks, belatedly, and mentally kicks herself.

Lup’s hand drums on the table. “I was, um,” Lup says. Then she pauses, takes a deep breath, tilts her head back, and says, every word deliberate, “Can I have this dance?”

“GET THAT SHIT,” Taako hollers from across the ballroom.

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"I just want to get to the motel and try to get to sleep before merle does because lord knows with his snoring none of us will get to sleep and you know he passes out at 10:32pm exactly!"

sometimes they drive through the night and he drowns out the radio. it’s unbearable. taako has been restrained multiple times from smothering merle in his sleep

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merle has just been collecting boyfriends this past arc… davenport… john hunger… pan… get that shit you wrinkly sexy old dwarf. man-eater merle

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aggie @taahko made this post and it killed me so here’s the scene in question

side note though. magnus gets his dick out literally seconds after this exchange. lucretia goes through so damn much she is so strong

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smash hit of the summer

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through my tears, i have provided you with the finale’s taakitz scenes. im crying in the club right now. his hand is WARM

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lol (love of lucretia)

lmao (lucretia my amazing only)

rofl (radiant of flowers lucretia)

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hey i posted a longer, edited version of my lupcretia fic!

read “as i’m about to enter your world” for wining and pining!! it’s lucretia’s birthday and lup is there and clumsily wooing her!

also, i’ve collected my published lupcretia fics into one series! check that out too!!

lupcretia is the best!!!!!!

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im dying squirtle

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[AMV] :: {The Adventure Zone} :: ~Like A Boss~ :: *♡Lucretia♡*

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where’s my harlequin novel au of hurley running a car repair shop in a small town and one night a drifter shows up with a wrecked motorcycle & a black eye and in exchange for repairing it & no questions asked, hurley has the stranger, sloane, work at her shop, and they both have muscles and leather jackets and go drag racing down old country roads and are butch beyond belief and have Dark Tragic Pasts that they heal by smooching

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"Did you think I forgot?" Lupcretia >:3c

(five word prompt ask meme)

Lucretia is bent over her journal, detailing the exact way the animals in this world construct their huts, when a bottle of red wine is plonked down in front of her.

The hand holding it has vivid red nails, and her eyes trail up a tan arm and a red sleeve to see a beautiful, proud face.

“Happy birthday, Lucy!” Lup crows, and a burst of confetti erupts from her palm and showers down around them.

Lucretia raises an eyebrow, batting confetti away from her face. “Don’t call me Lucy,” she says automatically. “And how did you know it’s my birthday?”

Lup perches on the edge of her desk, her feet dangling by Lucretia’s knees, leaning back on her hands. Lucretia remembers her sitting like this at the Institute, the sleeves of her blouse rolled up as she lectured to rapt graduate students. Lucretia had sat in the back of the hall, sitting in so she could get a feeling for her biographical subjects, and understood why everybody in the country clamored to get into her classes.

Lup grins, looking proud of herself. “I had a peek at the personnel files back before we took off.”

“You’re not supposed to do that.”

“Wild card!” Lup clicks finger guns at her, and then pulls two wine glasses from seemingly nowhere. “And anyway, you knew everything about us. I wanted to know a little about you.”

Lucretia sighs, trying to shove down the flutter of delight that causes a commotion in her chest. No sense in getting her hopes up. “Well, I can’t imagine it was very interesting,” she says, uncorking the bottle of wine. “I’m honestly surprised you remembered something like my birthday, what with all that’s happened.”

Lup frowns, and pauses. “Did you think I’d forget?”

At Lucretia’s silence (mildly stunned, but humiliating in its too-obvious meaning of who hasn’t?), Lup sets down her wine glass and places her hand on Lucretia’s cheek.

“You’re part of this crew too, Lucretia,” she says assuredly, pinning Lucretia in place with her golden eyes, and Lucretia feels like she’s melting, dissolving. “Make sure you put yourself down in those journals too, so everyone who’ll read them will remember how great you are.”

Lucretia can’t think of anything to say - can barely think, except some thankfulness that her blushes don’t show - but oh no Lup must be able to feel the heat of her cheeks at the moment - but then Lup’s eyes widen and she coughs and - Lucretia must be imagining the flush on the tips of her ears, she must be.

Lup picks up her wine glass again and takes a sip, and then makes a face. “Ugh.”

Lucretia pours herself a glass, because that’s what she knows to do right now. “Is it not good? Wait. How did you even get this? Did you smuggle it on the ship?”

“I wish I had remembered to,” Lup sighs, lip curling as she examines the bottle. “Nah, I got Taako to transmute this for me. He got me some two buck Chuck. Asshole.”

Then her face flies into distress. “I mean! - I didn’t tell him it was for your birthday, he was just being a dick to me, it’s nothing to do with you, he likes you just fine! We all do!”

Lucretia can’t help it: she chuckles, and then takes a sip of the horrid wine. “Ah - oh fuck, that is awful.”

Lup rolls her eyes. “Right? Oh! Oh wait, fuck! We gotta clink!”

“Do you mean toast?”

“Toast means bread. We are clinking glasses.”

Then they clink glasses, and Lucretia has the biggest smile she can remember having in at least a year, maybe more.

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A hundred and five years later, Lucretia pours one glass of red wine. She drinks it very slowly. She stands by the window of her office, looking down at this world below.

She does her best not to cry.

She can’t let herself forget.

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"I said I love you" lupretia

(five word prompt ask meme)

Lup finds Lucretia out on the cliffside patio of the temple, holding her champagne flute in her hand, gazing out at the frothing sea. The reception is still going on inside, all of their friends stuffing themselves with finger foods and doing the electric slide, and normally Lup would be all up on that joint, but she’s out here instead, because Lucretia is.

She plants her elbows on the railing, and Lucretia doesn’t startle, just raises her glass to her mouth. “Good evening, Lup,” she says, and it’s mostly an acknowledgement of presence. She takes a deep drink, and looks out at the horizon, eyes firmly distant.

She looks tired. Lucretia had been so joyous and proud and at peace throughout the wedding, sincerely happy to see her friends get hitched, but as the day wore on, she seems to have wilted in the press of the crowd. And thus she’s retreated out here.

Lucretia (as Lup has known for a very, very long time) has a tendency towards self isolation. It’s both a habit and a defense mechanism: she’s an introvert that cut off everyone in an attempt to protect them. She sees pain, and she tries to amputate the wound. In Lucretia’s mind, it can’t hurt if it’s not there anymore.

Lup’s been spending a lot of her time in the astral plane as her brother’s beau’s apprentice, but she can tell that Lucretia has been avoiding her.

She’s fairly certain she knows why.

“I said I love you,” Lup says, letting the words out into the open once more, and Lucretia’s head whips around to look at her. Her knuckles are tight around the stem of her glass, and she looks brittle enough to break. (Lup wishes she had a gentler touch.)

Lucretia’s mouth is half open, and she looks like she wants to say something: express doubt, refute her, push back. When she remains silent, Lup presses on, holding eye contact even as it burns within her.

“Back on the Starblaster, and back on the moon when I came out of the umbrella. I said I love you.”

Lucretia, hand trembling in a way Lup only notices because she’s attuned to Lucretia’s vulnerabilities, shakes her head minutely, eyes darting away. She looks like a cornered animal. Lup just wants to fix this. “Lup, I… you don’t need to do this. I - of all people - don’t need… sympathy, Lup, especially after what I did to you, and again, I’m so sorry–”

“I said I love you.”

“You - you have other commitments–”

“Lucretia.” She places her hand on hers, and Lucretia stills, and finally, finally she meets her eyes.

“I said I love you.”

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i can’t believe sweet flips and taakitz are having competing honeymoons.... what a classic taako move

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poor avi has got it so bad for magnus like... griffin is a fake ally that didn’t tell us what avi did after the bob but he DEFINITELY spends a lot of time hanging around the dog training school being lovelorn and A Good Dude.

he’s not the best at training dogs but he’s good at giving them treats, and also good at stressing if the back pat he gave magnus yesterday afternoon was maybe Too gay? idk killian do you think he can tell? killian please don’t tell carey about this or at least tell her not to tell magnus please i don’t want it to be weird.