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Happy Birthday, High Lord!

Summary - You and Lucien pulled all the stops for Tamlin's birthday this year. Now you just have to hope your mate appreciates it.

Warnings - sexual jokes and innuendos, implied possible smut at the end

Prompt - Day 6 - Celebration

A/n - Happy @polyacotarweek day 6! I'm not super happy with this one. I probably would have been had I added the smut at the end, but I wanted my trouple to be wholesome instead.

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“Meticulous.” Whenever someone asked Tamlin and Lucien to describe you, that was the first word that came to mind.

“Blabbermouth” would be the next thing. It wasn't that you couldn't keep secrets in general. It was that you struggled to keep secrets from them from Lucien and Tamlin.

Lucien kept a straight face, the string connected to you pulled tight as Tamlin stared you down, green eyes sparkling with joy. “Tell me, petal.”

They both burst into laughter as you shoved a muffin into your mouth, then pointed and shook your head. “Just take her for a ride, Tamlin.”

“I will let her ride whenever she wants. I just want to know why we are going out for the day while you stay here.”

Lucien sighed. “Just take her out.” You continued chewing, blinking at the two of them every so often. “Or else I will just ride you, and we can go out.”

You glared at him as he smirked before shaking your head and pouting at Tamlin. You and Lucien knew Tamlin like the backs of your hands, and when he opened his mouth, you knew the two of you had played him like a fiddle. “Just for pouting, Lucien and I will head to town. You can stay here.”

Lucien tugged the bond twice as you continued the act, sending his love your way as the two of them stood. Lucien was the first to kiss you. He always would be. The kiss was gentle and warm before he then kissed your forehead with a quickly returned “I love you.” 

Tamlin always kissed you last. You were their's, yes, but you had been his first, and he had risked everything to protect you from Amarantha and Hybern. It had taken so long for you two to find each other again that he had almost lost hope.

His hands rested on your cheeks as he pulled you in, soft lips fitting to yours like a puzzle. “Be good.”

“I will. I promise.” 

“I love you, little rose.” 

“I love you,” you refused to add the “too”. You always did with both of them. You didn't love them just because they loved you. You loved them because you genuinely did. You waited for Lucien to give the signal, the bond tugging one last time before getting to work.

The Manor was eerily silent when Lucien and Tamlin returned hours later. The faelights had been turned off, and the servant's area was even silent. Tamlin was immediately on edge, and Lucien led them in. You were nowhere to be found. “Maybe the ballroom?”

“She wanted to redecorate it. Maybe she is planning.” Lucien led Tamlin that way, hiding his smile the best he could. He mentally counted the years to himself, 55 years. They had not celebrated Tam's birthday in 55 years.

Lucien pushed open the large rosewood door, allowing Tamlin in and watching as his face fell and you dropped the sound ward. Inside, a lively party was beginning. 

Tarquin was standing next to you and waved. Helion was laughing with Thesan in the corner. Fae were dancing and laughing in all directions. Every high lord and their respective circle had come, all excited to finally be welcomed into the newly repaired Spring.

“Happy birthday, Tam,” Lucien looked at him. “Aren't you happy I demanded you dress nicely for our date now? Oh look, there's Feyre, you could go tell her that her hair looks clean.” The mentioned female waves from where she was spinning Nyx, smile bright as Rhysand watched and laughed. The Lord of Night nodded to Tamlin. While their relationship had not been 100% fixed, it had at least become civil.

Tamlin was shocked. Standing there with his eyes wide. “How?”

Lucien shrugged and inclined his head to you. “She's magic.”

You and Lucien had ensured everything was perfect. His closest friends and repaired relationships were all there. His favorite cake sat on a table waiting for him. The two of them took their places at your side, smiling and greeting their guests and friends as they watched you receive constant praise at the party. Lucien held your hand as Tamlin kept an arm around your waist, keeping you both close to him. 

He had not expected this. Tamlin had expected a small dinner with the three of you, possibly a gift from you, and a verbal sparring match from Lucien, but this was above all expectations. He couldn't help but smile all night, hand staying in its place on your hip while his other would go from being free to touching Lucien. 

You leaned in and kissed his cheek as the night started to close down and guests turned to their respective rooms. “Did you have a happy birthday?” 

You both looked to where Lucien and Eris were having an animated discussion regarding foxes versus the newly crowded Autumn Lord's precious hounds. “I did. The weather was beautiful. Lucien and I got to enjoy the market. We laid out in the flower field. Had a lovely dinner. And then I come home to all of this. It must have taken you hours to plan this.”

“A few days.” 

“I don't deserve it.”

“I have two beautiful and loving mates ensuring I do that.”

“You deserve the world. You are not that male anymore. You have healed, and you have found closure. Think of this birthday as a new beginning. Permission to move on."

Your lip twitched up, “The red-haired male is definitely the prettiest.”

“Easily.”

“We should do something about it.”

Tamlin smirked. “I have a few things in mind. They are not appropriate for the present company, though.”

“Ah, so we're going to fuck him.”

“Another night, maybe. Some pretty female offered to ride me earlier. I'd like to take her up on that.” You felt Tamlin tug both sides of the bond, excusing you both to retire for the night and informing Lucien of where to find you both. “If she'd still like to that is.”

Your eyes had already gone slightly hazed, fingers intertwining more with his. “Yes please.”

“Then I've had the perfect birthday. A date with my husband. Sex with my wife. A party. What more could a simple high lord ask for.”

“A threesome!” A familiar voice appeared next to you, smile bright and voice breathless. “A birthday threesome.”

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i need to catch up still on the new stories, but i also need to send this before i fall asleep 🗣️🗣️ for your consideration: one of the trouple already having an uneasy stomach due to sickness/nerves/bad food, but then during movie night they put on a gory movie and they loose their weak hold 🙈

(I'm thinking Zaya, bc he's soooo put together, but I dont think gore affects that man at all. Although it would be funny if fictional gore got to him and real one not at all??)

anyway, off to bed now 💕

Gory movie

Deals with the fallout of the heart episode, so add some angst and confrontations before the movie starts :D. Great idea, though, thank you!

When Isaiah woke up the next morning, huddled under Matthew's arm, the first thing he registered was the lack of pain. His chest didn't feel like he was getting stabbed with a screwdriver with every heartbeat. He held his eyes closed as he breathed, enjoying the most pleasurable sensation in the world - just existing without pain.

Then the memories of the night came rushing in. The tiredness and nausea, the lost balance, the feeling like he was weighing down a ton and couldn't move, the panic, the vomiting, the tears...oh dear god, did he truly cry in front of Matthew like that? Complaining about the pain, whining like a little kid?

Isaiah felt absolutely mortified. He freed himself from the tangle of blankets, letting Matthew slide down on his pillow, sleeping deeply. The redhead had dark circles under his eyes and Isaiah remembered his warmth, like a hold the whole night to keep him up in a vertical position.

This was horrible.

Isaiah tiptoed around the room, feeling slightly dazed, his chest stiff and sensitive to the touch, but it was nothing against the night horror.

The first thing he got taken care of was the dry vomit next to the bed. Then he got the windows covered and closed the room, letting Matthew hopefully sleep some more while he took a long cold shower to wake himself up, getting rid of the offending sweaty smell.

He got himself a fresh set of clothes and a bathrobe on top, got a mint tea and huddled in blankets at the balcony. How was he supposed to look at Matthew again after this? After letting him see him in such a horrible state?

Isaiah was used to the episodes. They got bad sometimes, but he never had anyone witness them aside from the occasional insight or suspicion Sonny got. He went to a shadow check-up to a private clinic with a wolf leading the research being Sonny's close friend. A reliable wolf to keep it secret.

There they told him his shadow had stress damage serious enough that it rebounded and hurt his physical body as well.

Emotions were hard for shadow wolves. They either got out through the shadow or through human means, but since Isaiah allowed neither of these during his years working for his father, his shadow literally scared over. It had damage on it when he pushed it flat to the floor and that damage went back to his physical body. He could see it himself when he looked at the deepest layer.

The researcher told him to get checked at a human clinic, that they would know better how to diagnose damage outside the shadow, but Isaiah refused. He couldn't stand to go there, ask them to examine him like he was a normal human, for damage he was not supposed to have as a wolf. He couldn't stand getting results that would confirm he had serious issues with his heart now, something visible, tangible and real that could impair his life. Damage that could not be undone, would drag itself over with him for years to come.

He couldn't stand even the thought of getting something like that confirmed. It wasn't worth the pain medication or the help or any other thing they could give him.

He couldn't stand to hear he would be a burden to his pack, that they would have to deal with this lasting weakness. He just couldn't.

Yeah, the episodes happened from time to time, sometimes due to stress or bad food or overwork or bad weather...but they got a lot of better since he moved in with Seline and Matt - he didn't have a serious episode in three months - and only minor pain from changing weather or a cold here and there. Something he could ignore or pretend away well enough.

Until now.

He buried his face in his hands, elbows braced on his knees as he tried to think what to do next.

***

When Matthew finally woke up, it was almost lunchtime. Which was fine by Isaiah, since it gave him time to cook a proper meal, roasted beef and rice.

"'orning," Matthew said as he walked in, rubbing at his eyes. He still looked sleepy, but he sat down at the table.

Isaiah wasted no time putting the plate with the meal in front of him, steaming and fresh. "Here you go."

"Hmmm. What's this?" Matthew eyed him with scrunched eyes. "Is this your way of saying thanks? Cause I didn't help you out to get a lunch out of it. Though I won't complain."

Isaiah rolled his eyes. "That's an apology for yesterday."

Matthew dug into the food with excitement, munching on the meat. "You don't have to apologize. But I would like to know the plan. When are you getting that checked out?"

Isaiah frowned and turned away to put the dishes out of the dishwasher. "There is nothing to 'check out'. I'm fine. You just caught me at a bad moment. Nothing happened."

"Aha. Good try. You definitely need to schedule a checkup at the hospital or something. That wasn't normal. You said it yourself."

"I'm alright. There is nothing for anyone to find out."

"Uhm. You said it happens often. And you act like it's been going on for a while. Months? Years? How often did it happen since we moved in together?" When he saw Isaiah taking a breath, he continued. "How many times did you hide it until it became unbearable like yesterday?"

Isaiah turned to him abruptly, anger flashing in his eyes. "I said I was fine. It was just a rare episode. I'm sorry you had to see that, I truly am, but let's not make a big deal out of it."

Matthew stood up, the whole table shaking as he braced his hands on it. "Don't give me that crap. I don't want your apologies, I want you to get fucking better!"

Isaiah winced. There was no way this was ever getting better. He knew of his shadow, the scars printed deeply into it. He was not getting rid of that and he was not getting rid of the heart pain. The shadow was the wolf's soul. And his was crippled, he knew that. But that his body reflected those scars was his damage, his problem, his shame. Not something he wanted Matthew to dig into.

"Isaiah," Matthew said, struggling to control his voice instead of shouting. "you don't have to suffer through it. What if they can help you? What if there are ways to cure-"

Isaiah smiled bitterly. "Who would help? What hospital exactly would be equipped to deal with a sick wolf? How would they prevent this from getting out to other packs? Do you know how many enemies we have? Me, specifically? Besides, there is no cure." Not for shadow damage. Isaiah gulped down heavily. The whole conversation was making his chest tight, his stomach flipping inside him angrily. It was too soon after the episode, he was still too sensitive and out of it.

"What if there is? Why can't you just-"

"Stop that. This debate is pointless, anyway. I'm perfectly capable of defending myself and you and Seline. If no packs sniff this out, it would be better, but I could still take them. We can fight here and now and I could still take you."

Matthew's eyes narrowed, dark brown and serious, almost red in the sunlight streaming through the kitchen. "That is not the issue here. I don't care about how strong you are, I'm freaking worried about you!"

"Well, I'm too strong for you to worry about me, I assure you," Isaiah said coldly.

Matthew balled his hands into fists at his sides helplessly. "That's not what I-...damn it all. I don't know how to say what you need to hear, but Zaya, this can't go on like this. I'm sure Seline will be able to explain-"

"Don't you dare," Isaiah hissed through his teeth, "to mention this to Seline. I will never forgive you if you do. And I'll deny it."

It was Matthew's turn to wince, eyes widening. "She should know. Don't you trust her enough for this?"

Seline should know? For what, so she could leave him? What witch would want a damaged wolf with heart issues? He would not want himself if he knew.

Was it fair he was deceiving her about that? Then again, he was strong. He could power through the pain and never let it be seen, never let it prevent him from being powerful, when she needed him. He could do as much.

Matthew watched him with that intense glare. "Wait. No. It's not about trust. You are ember-"

"This conversation is over. And we are not talking about it again," Isaiah cut him off, turning away to continue with the dishes like nothing had happened, tensing his hands to stop them from shaking.

He could feel Matthew standing, glaring and fuming behind him for a while before he stormed off out of the apartment. Probably for a run. That was a good coping mechanism.

***

"This is ridiculous. What happened between you two?" Seline asked for the umpteenth time that evening.

Isaiah thought he handled the conversation well. Cut Matthew off at the right time. It was not his business, getting mixed up in his pain, his shadow, issues he had no place knowing about or suffering through. They were Isaiah's past life, past sins, suffering he deserved for abandoning his brothers, for not questioning orders, for not finding out sooner what he did. And he was not about to burden his closest people with it.

He had no expected for the atmosphere to be so tense though. Matthew respected his wish not to talk about it or tell Seline, but he was pissed and grumpy day. When he wasn't snapping at Seline or giving Isaiah death glares, he was finding the furthest corner of the room from him.

It was surprisingly hard to tolerate.

Seline for her part, didn't notice for the better part of the day. She came down talking about the essay she was preparing about apocalyptic movies, told him about the series of poems she wrote yesterday night, the story she wrote for a magazine and the new book she found...it amazed him how many thoughts could be in one person, how many worlds and realities Seline had in her head. It relaxed him to listen, to get lost so deep in something else.

Seline flowed through the day as if nothing happened and it was easier to pretend nothing was wrong. Gave a great opportunity to forget about it in fact, a move he would recommend to Matthew as well.

"Nothing happened. We just had a little squabble in the morning and Matthew is still hung upon it," Isaiah explained with an eye roll, throwing his arm around Seline on the couch. He needed her presence, her warmth against his side. His insides melted and relaxed at the touch and breathing in her scent was downright healing.

Seline gave him a skeptical look but leaned into him happily. "I don't know...it's so rare for you guys to argue..."

"Had to happen sometime." Isaiah shrugged. He was also very unused to it, especially with how physically comfortable they have become with each other. He missed Matthew's presence at his other side like they always sat during a movie night. It left him feeling cold.

Not to mention he was still shaky and weak from last night and the stress from the argument had his stomach tied up in knots. He drank nothing but mint tea to take it easy on his abused belly, but he still felt vaguely nauseous. His middle was all sloshy from the amounts of liquid he packed into it, slightly bulging under his loose cardigan. 

"Matt, come on. We can put on something yours today," Seline called after Matthew, who stood undecidedly leaning against the wall in the hallway. They stopped him on the way to his room, but he couldn't seem to make himself join them on the couch.

"Even a horror movie is fine," Seline said with a light grimace.

Matthew perked up at that, finally crossing the distance. He sat down on the other end of the couch though, not looking at Isaiah once. "Then I got just the thing for you."

"No animals getting hurt though," Seline added quickly, snuggling closer into Isaiah's side.

If Seline held on to him like that the whole movie, Isaiah wouldn't complain, though he had no particular taste for horror or goriness. He had seen his fair share of real-life blood, so he doubted anything could surprise him.

Matthew put the movie on, stretching out on his stomach, head to the TV, legs to them, which Isaiah guessed was another way to show his disapproval of him. Oh well. 

They watched in silence for a bit, interrupted only by Matthew’s sadistic laughs and Seline’s little squeals. Isaiah suspected a bit she was overreacting for his sake, pressing her face against his chest or wrapping her hands around his arm or neck, tagging at him. It was the sweetest thing. 

He was too distracted to really watch the movie, occasionally taking a look, but the plot was leaving things to be desired…and then the truly brutal scenes started. So much blood wouldn’t fit a person and the spraying of guts everywhere could rival the effects in Tarantino movies.

Isaiah found himself wincing at some of the shots, his stomach churning and flipping unhappily. It seemed the filmmakers were set on making it as repulsive and disgusting as possible. Especially the scenes with popping eyes had him flinching, fingers curling into his pants.

The lights and the sound effects were too much. His head was pounding, but even looking away didn’t help, the quickly changing light accompanied by the screams and scary moans reflected around the whole room. He leaned more over Seline, who was curled up in his lap, with eyes glued to the TV.  

Isaiah’s stomach twisted inside him and he felt the nausea rising steadily but quickly like high tide. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to tone out the lights, but the sounds were still there, and his stomach clenched again.

Saliva flooded his mouth and a dangerous burp worked its way up his throat. This couldn’t be happening. He wouldn’t get sick from a movie, dear god.

His stomach roiled, giving a loud growl, pins and needles in his arms and ankles. Oh god, he needed out of here and fast. 

Untangling himself from Seline took a bit, he was clumsy from the nausea and his own horror at needing to leave at all.

Swallowing compulsively, he hurried to the kitchen. His stomach was cramping hard at this point and he needed out of that dark loud room…

He managed to get inside the bathroom, flipping the light on and closing the doors. It muffled the sounds and the ordinary normal kind of light made the scenes seem more like distant illusions. Which they were. This was stupid, he had seen and inflicted injuries, he had been hurt and bleeding, why the hell would he react to that overdone, overstrung, way too bloody-

The reminder had him heaving over the toilet before he even knelt down, green liquid rushing out. He drank nothing but the tea all day, which gave his belly perfect ammunition. 

Isaiah could not remember when was the last time he felt so nauseous. Yesterday it was the pain, bone-deep and electrifying, that took all his attention. This was just nausea, but so overwhelming it had his overly sloshy stomach purging itself violently. He braced against the toilet rim, wrapping his fingers around the cold porcelain as his stomach twisted painfully, more of the tea shooting up.

After a series of heaves that left him light-headed, he was left bracing against the toilet, head so heavy it could fall off his neck any moment. He was shaking, taking quick shuddering breaths.

His mouth tasted like rotten leaves. When the thought formulated, it had him gagging over the toilet again, but he felt so damn tired, he didn’t feel like he could lift himself up anymore.

It was the first time Isaiah felt like something was missing, when he was sick. He had gotten used to someone being present, although he used to resent the attention before. It was always Seline with her gentle concern and shy offers of belly rubs or Matthew’s callous hands and rough genuine worry…how pathetic and soft did he get, wishing any or both of them were here right now? 

He burped emptily, dragging himself over to lean against the bathtub, hugging his knees to his chest loosely, to not jostle his churning belly. It was still growling and bubbling angrily, as if not all the tea got out, even after that many rounds. He felt utterly pitiful to himself, weirdly lonely and out of it. 

Leaning his forehead against the top of his knees, he took deep measured breaths, hoping the churning and his speeding heartbeat wouldn’t trigger another episode, trying to ignore the muffled sounds from the living room. 

He must have spaced out, because he startled when the door opened. The relief he felt at Seline’s surprised and concerned expression, her blond eyebrows meeting together as she hurried to his side to kneel beside him was indescribable. Like an icy brick melting inside his chest. 

“Sweetie, what happened? Did you get sick? Was the movie too much? You should have said something, I thought you just went to the bathroom!” Seline slid down to sit beside him, one arm going around his shoulders, the other stroking his back.

Matthew appeared in the doorway as well, deep frown on his face, jaw pressed closed so tight a muscle in his cheek twitched. 

Isaiah didn’t know how he must have looked, pale, sweaty and emotional form a damn movie and the hard day of having his best friend angry at him. He really messed things up today, didn’t he? He was so used to being alone, when he was in pain, but now he realized he didn’t want to anymore. Not when he didn’t have to, not when they were both here, angry when they couldn’t be. 

“Sorry, I didn’t expect it to…didn’t want to ruin it for you,” he mumbled as Seline run her hand up his back and neck. He locked his gaze with Matthew’s. “I’m sorry.” He really hoped Matthew wouldn’t mention the fact it could be related to last night or that he didn’t realize his stomach was upset all day because of their morning fight. 

Matthew scoffed, rolling his eyes, but there was a slight lift to the corner of his lips. “Didn’t think you of all people would have such a weak stomach. You wanna sit there all night, or do you want some help?” He stepped closer, offering his hand.

Isaiah accepted, clasping it tightly. 

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Le monde en vrac (7). Geoffroy de Lagasnerie s’en prend courageusement à la famille qu’il qualifie de fasciste. Si l’on n’a pas pardonné à ses parents, on ne devient pas adulte, Geoffroy. Il y a un intérêt à se réconcilier avec l’enfant qu’on a été. Dans un entretien complaisant entre le philosophe et la journaliste Hala Salamé, Lagasnerie sort de son cerveau un chiffre: être en couple réduirait de 5 fois les interactions amicales. De la famille, Geoffroy passe immédiatement au couple qu’il ne veut pas pratiquer. Seulement voilà, avec Édouard Louis et Didier Eribon, ils ont vécu en trouple: de combien de fois un trouple réduit-il les interactions amicales? Lagasnerie n’est pas interrogé sur ce point, alors que le trouple dans le genre est connu de la journaliste, à moins qu’il ne s’agisse de friends with benefits? Lagasnerie est un libertaire de salon, liberticide des idées d’autrui qui ne connaît visiblement rien au libertinage qu’un couple peut vivre. A 42 ans, ça n’est pas à Reims qu’il devrait retourner, mais à Fontenay-aux-Roses.

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Guys, guys, guys, please! That would be so funny.

Gisela and Fintan start hating each other but they have to cooperate. Fintan spent his life teasing everyone with false hate and false friendship. Now, with Gisela, he can’t use false hate, cause he really hates her. So he resorts to false friendship teasing.

That destabilize her soo much he finds this extremely funny. And starts escalating.

She never, ever get this type of attention. We know she married Cassius for his power, they don’t really like each other even though they built some kind of trust. But friendship? Attention? Love? Absolutely not.

Fintan does not really know this, but he knows she is very troubled when he jokingly flirts with her. He finds it fun and continues.

So Gisela falls first.

She starts confiding in him. Telling her life. She never did that before, and he guesses that. He’s touched.

He ends up falling.

Now, they have to be discreet. Cause that would be a scandal and they don’t want teasing from the Neverseen.

But they love each other and they make it work.

And then, they free Vespera.

Vespera immediately falls for Gisela’s dream of greatness and determination.

She tries to seduce Gisela. Finds a wall. Fintan is jealous, still. He goes interrogating Vespera. As Ancients both… they start exchanging memories. And despite his jealousy, Fintan finds himself becoming friend with Vespera.

Then, Vespera tries to be friend with Gisela, but nothing. As good friend, Fintan helps her a bit, but he is visibly hesitant.

Vespera asks why.

And he admits to his secret couple with Gisela.

Vespera is extremely surprised (cause he doesn’t look like a lover-boy). And she recognizes for her crush on Gisela, and how she can’t seem to go anywhere with it.

Fintan loves having fun with other’s emotions (that’s how he got to Bronte in these old times, but he doesn’t love Bronte anymore, the grudge grew too much). But Fire-guy loves to toy. And he knows his girlfriend would absolutely looove such a game.

Plus, Vespera is sympathetic. He kinda… loves her too? Maybe.

And so Fintan starts to fake-cheat on Gisela with Vespera.

He knows this is complex.

And his feelings are a mess.

He feels kind of guilty doing this.

And at one of his rendezvous with Gisela, he breaks down and admits to everything.

She laughs and kisses him. Saying that he just put the disorder of her own heart in perfect order. Cause.

Her problem was, she didn’t know where her jealousy went. Vespera is so intelligent, determined, experienced. And breathtakingly beautiful. But Fintan is her boyfriend, dangerous, smilingly, trustworthy, kind to her.

Well, truth is, she fell for both of them.

So they go with it.

They organize their trouple, their meetings. kiss each other and flirts in a lot of love.

Gisela loves both Fintan and Vespera, with a slight preference towards Fintan, not enough to make Vespera truly jealous.

Fintan loves both Vespera and Gisela, quite equally. Depending on his mood, he’ll see one rather than the other, but seeing both pleases him deeply.

Vespera only loves Gisela, but she’s not jealous that much. She loves the game.

Do you ship...

[atimefordragons]

now that I’ve seen the whole season, yeah, amazon fucking wins this round, I love this show. trop is a fabulous adaptation. 

baby girl elrond? love it, I did not think I’d have a crush on him, but here we are

grogu/baby yoda gandalf? obsessed, he is infinitely older than me, visibly, yet he is my child 

hot mess galadriel? love it (she’s not a girlboss you morons, she’s a pathetic meow meow and if she was male, she’d be the internet’s latest boyfriend, she’s crying like 85% of the time and stabbing things) 

self-woobifying sauron? obsessed, clearly not over my angsty teen era crush on him 

galadriel x sauron vibes, I did not think I’d be here in 2022, but I’m on board

arondir x bronwyn and their son theo? FUCKING HERE FOR IT! I would like a sitcom of the every day lives of broody hot dad who is kind but doesn’t know how to communicate, girlboss regent bronwyn, and teen mess theo who loves his parents and is loved in turn. I want wizards of waverly place, but with an elf and two humans, added to cart, now deliver amazon, thanks, bye 

disa and durin? fuck YEAH 

durin and elrond? can’t talk about it, still crying 

multi-generations of horse girls for aragorn, hilarious 

miriel, like bye everyone, getting married to the fucking queen, we’re in a trouple with elendil 

adar out there pushing orc sympathy and war crimes, I love him

sauron fucking simply walking into mordor, that did shit to my heart

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Sorrow You Are My Light {Pero Tovar x Max Phillips x F!Reader}

CHAPTER IV: Anything You Want, Anything You Desire

AU Vampire Hunters

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: MMF Threesome, M/M & M/F dynamics (if you are Inconfortable with this, don’t read this chapter) Orgasm, creampie, cum play, feelings, trouple, oral sex (male and female receiving)…etc…SMUT. That's it. Literally 5.2k words of smut …

Summary: Well with the Warning did I really need a Summary my friends?

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You spent much less time in the bath than you usually do. But Pero doesn't know that, he's walking around the room, a simple two buttons unbuttoned shirt as usual, and a light bottom covering his body. He's lost in his own thoughts, stressing about how he's going to find the strength to tell you what he wants to say.

Max has been watching him for over ten minutes now, having returned from his hunt, yet not bothering to make any noise. But Pero is so absorbed in his thoughts that he has not heard him.

"Just tell her that you care about her... and that she has a beautiful body that you would like to share with me!"

Pero is startled by the awareness of the man's presence in the room, "I'm not going to tell her the second part, Max," he grumbles back.

"Well, I will!" Max laughed and walked over to Pero, putting his hands on his hips to pull him closer. "You have to calm down... It's only natural you'll see... Look how easy it went for both of us, and I think between the three of us we could have been the most complicated, couldn't we?"

Pero ran his hand through Max's curls, keeping his grumpy air that Max knows, however, a little more soothed "We'll see about that when she gets out..." said Pero, before giving him a delicate longing kiss.

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You can't help but stare at your reflection in the mirror in the bathroom, listening to the voices of the boys in the other room, Max now back from her hunt, your thoughts far too preoccupied with what might happen tomorrow night, with the fact that you might lose one of the two people you care most about in this world, or even lose your life, without ever having shared your being, your body with them.

I can do it... I know what Max wants... And almost that Pero loves me too, as much as I love him and might be only shy... Not afraid; Pero doesn't fear anything, especially not me... I guess...

You hold your head in your hands wondering if you did something at some point that could have made you get stuck at this point...

You wrap yourself in a sheet on the side and put on no clothes after thinking very deeply about what you want, tired of thinking more than acting, and simply open the door to the room that separates you from the two men you love and desire.

Their eyes directly fall on you.

Pero is about to open his mouth, but he can't look away from your nipples, nor can Max, fully visible in the white sheet you're wearing around your body completely wet from your bath. Your gaze doesn't miss the slight bulge that's starting to form in their trousers, and you move your gaze over to Max as you walk over to him to stroke his hair slightly above his ear "Did everything go well Max?” "I... I have crossed ..." you shake your head frantically not really listening to his answer and move on to Pero dropping your sheet at your feet, finding yourself completely naked in front of their eyes.

His dark brown gaze is fixed in yours, never turning away from it, not even to get a mere glimpse of your body that he has dreamed of so many times and even masturbated to imagining you bouncing intensely on his hard cock, hard by your beauty and the desire and love he feels for you... And yet even with all this, his gaze remains fixed in yours.

Max wants to intervene, but he understands that this moment between the two of you is necessary before the three of you can finally become one. So, he looks at the both of you silently, talking without opening your lips, talking to a soul from another by the door in your eyes... He watches Pero's hand pass over your buttocks to tenderly plop them, letting out a little moan from between your lips.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted all this?..."You simply smile and nod "So do I..."

Then he slowly lowers himself after glancing at Max, to let his lips place a kiss over your collarbones, then near your neck, before he finds himself standing in front of your face again, close to you, as close to you as possible, only forcing you to share the same breaths in and out "I don't... I don't want to do this because you're freaking out Paloma..." he says in a low voice, his hands trying to find an appropriate path over your naked body

"I'm freaking out... But I've always wanted this from you... And I don't want to die without having it Pero..." you say as you bring his face close to yours, placing your arms around his neck to whisper against his lips "I want you... Both of you..."

He doesn't waste a moment and wraps his arms around your body, still slightly damp from your shower, and lifts you slightly to take you against his lips and taste yours. On your toes you respond to his kiss by pressing your lips hungrily against his plush and soft lips, having wanted this for years and years, longer than you can remember. You let out a moan, silent in a breath, and he grunts lightly, licking your bottom lip asking for access to the inside of your mouth, which you allow as you open to let your tongues mingle in a sensual dance, tasting each other, your bodies pressed together, leaving very little to your imagination as to what is pressed against your belly, his cock that you can feel hardening with each passing moment.

Max looks at the both of you for a few seconds, biting his lips, wanting to get into your embrace, to stand behind you and place kisses on your neck and then taste your lips. But he slowly pulls away and turns his back to move towards the door silently, not wanting to impose himself, in an embrace that he thinks is necessary between the two of you, after so many years, not thinking that he is wanted in the moment... At least that's what he thinks.

"Where are you going Max?" you ask, your body still pressed against Pero's, who is now placing kisses on the back of your neck as you look at Max. "I assumed..." he says, pointing to the door... "...that maybe it was better that I left..." "I didn't get naked in front of both of you to have the desire only give myself to one of you... And I don't think I'm the only one who desires you here Max... You know that very well" you say as you place your hand on Pero's cheek as he breaks free of your body to walk towards Max.

You watch Max walk away from the door smiling at Pero who approaches him "There was no need to talk after all..." he says as he takes off his jacket and throws it on the chair by the wall. Tovar's hands gently rest on Max's face, "Stop talking..." "If you stop grumbling..." replies Max with a smile before Pero puts his lips against his.

Max doesn't hesitate for a moment and presses his body against Pero's, placing his hands on Pero's ass, letting both of their erections rub against each other through the thin material of the trousers they are wearing.

You have never seen two men kiss before. You don't mind, on the contrary, you like to see them love each other, and to know that they love you back is something gold too. You watch them exchange an intense kiss, their bodies rubbing against each other, their soft grunts growing in the room, and you bite your lips, pinch your nipples, fondle your breasts, and shake your legs, feeling your excitement rise at such a beautiful scene.

Max unlocks his lips first and stares at your crotch before smiling at Pero, as if he can feel what's going on in your sex "She likes what she sees handsome..." Pero turns to let his gaze pass over your completely naked body for the first time pressing his hand on his sex, twitching in his trousers "You look beautiful Paloma...". You smile at him and point to the two men "Take off your clothes... I want to enjoy the view too".

"Anything you want" said Pero "Anything you desire" continued Max, and they did so, letting their clothes fall to the drunken floor of the tavern, Max enjoying placing kisses on Pero's neck, on his eyes where his scar is that you both seem to love, also wishing to bite him in excitement, to bite him with desire, with passion. But he didn't, not knowing if you'd understand that aspect of it so early in your relationship, and settled for little kisses, this and that, making them both smile, making you want to join them.

So you walked over to them and watched them slowly, savouring the sight of two completely different men standing in front of you, but at the same time so similar: Both have broad shoulders and a slim, defined waist, both have a slim and firm, strong body due to Pero's lifestyle, and Max's pre-transformation body, a body just as firm from life on the farm. Pero just has a lot more scars than the man next to him.

Max grinned widely and didn't try to hide it when Pero dropped his trousers to let you see a thick, long cock pointing at you, the tip already red and shiny with precum. "I am enjoying the view!" said Max with a cocky smile.

You both licked your lips, and you took Max's lips between yours, one hand tugging at the curls at the back of his neck; your other hand stroked Pero's body, gently, slowly, to grasp his cock between your fingers and run your thumb over his glans, making Pero wriggle with anticipation. You then bring your thumb to your lips to taste your lover and to make the other one taste it too, which you take between your lips, starting with one of your hands to pump Pero.

He lets out a low moan from between his lips, letting his hand pass over Max's buttocks, gripping them lightly, not letting your two tongues leave Pero's eyes. You pull away from Max with a smile, the excitement between your legs growing, your clit burning at the lovemaking you are undertaking.

You placed a quick kiss on Pero's lips before kneeling in front of him and Max, grabbing Max's sex in your other hand and placing a kiss on the tip of both penises, making them tremble with anticipation between your fingers, causing a rustling moan to escape from between the lips of both men. "Let me in... between those beautiful lips..." said Pero less and less patient "Patience..." you said with a smile.

Max looks down at you, eyes glistening as you place your tongue on both of their tassels, licking the tips frantically, he swears it's the most beautiful thing he's seen in ages. He turns to kiss Tovar who welcomes him with the greatest of pleasures, each of them with a hand in your hair, caressing you affectionately.

You start sucking on both men one after the other, pushing Max's cock down your throat until your nose touches his pubic hair and then do the same for Pero. Not letting them out of your sight, yet feeling a few tears start to run down the sides of your eyes each time you push one of their dicks deeper into your throat, letting your tongue stroke the frenulum each time making them moan and groan with each stroke: and you move your head faster and faster for each of them, licking a long stripe and back again.

You can't pay as much attention to each of their penises as you'd like, but you know they like what you're doing, you can see it in the admiring look and sounds they give to you, while stroking each other.

You can feel your arousal starting to flow from your pussy and squeeze your legs together to create a minimum of friction, in reaction to the neglect of your sex, and Pero notices, freeing himself from your lips in despite himself, loving what you're doing to them, to make you stand up and take yourself between his lips. Pero suddenly finds himself pressed between you and Max, placing kisses on your lips as you all alternate kisses with each other’s and gradually push each other towards the bed. When the back of your knees hit the bed Pero lets you sit up and turns to place one last almost aggressive kiss on Max's throat, both of you starting to get more than a little hungry for every single body in the room.

"Open your legs Paloma, let us see the beauty of your being, the excitement and desire you have for us" Pero says as he strokes one of your legs with a gentle, admiring look on your face. You comply, moving back to the middle of the bed, spreading your legs to let the two men see your pussy, glistening and flowing with desire for them.

Your body is revealed before their eyes lit by the yellow light of the candles in the room. Pero had thought about it several times, wondering what you could look like in this position, your lower lips completely swollen with desire, and he can finally see her in front of him, the reality surpassing his biggest dreams...

Max hasn't thought about it for as many years as Pero of course, but God he likes what he sees... Gasps escape from his lips as he keeps his eyes on you and moves towards you, kissing you "You're beautiful, so beautiful for us, so wet..." he says before placing kisses on your neck, and lower to wrap one of your breasts in his mouth. You gasp and moan as he strokes Max's hair and moans as he licks and sucks on your breast, while bringing his free large hand on your breast, touching it gently, playing with the nipple, massaging it like heaven.

Pero positions himself between your legs and kisses your navel, meeting your gaze and Max's from the corner of his eye, which he tries not to let go of as he alternates between Max's eyes and lips wrapped around your breast, and your face expressing pleasure, moving down to your mound, placing kisses on every part of your skin he has access to, before placing a first kiss on your trembling clit, which is already far too sensitive in that area, over-stimulated by both men for too long now.

He runs his tongue along your entrance, letting out a sound of adoration, "You should come and taste Max... She's delicious," he says, wrapping his hands around your thighs to place kisses on them, as he runs his tongue down a long line from the bottom to the top of your pussy, making you mewl his name and finally kiss your clit again, making you pout : you want more.

You bite your lip and fidget as you watch him torture you, watching him smile at your impatience, an impatience that makes Max laugh, still running his tongue over your breasts "Pero please... Don't tea...". He doesn't let you finish and takes your clit in his mouth. You scream with pleasure at this simple gesture, arch your back out of the mattress and Max puts a hand on your stomach to steady you on the bed as your other lover eat you slowly. Neither man takes his eyes off you as you watch your face contort with pleasure at their touch.

Pero doesn't stop, not even wanting to breathe, thrusting two fingers into you without warning, curling them up and practically finding your g-spot on the first try, watching your lips open and suffocate under so much pleasure, worshipping your body by sucking on your clit, flicking your tongue and making you gasp every moment and you can't hold back the sounds that come from between your lips, grabbing Max's hair with one hand and Pero's with the other, sounds that make each of your lovers' cocks tremble.

Max released your breast from between his lips with a pop, your nipples now hard and pointing more than you ever were, and crash his lips to yours, absorbing the sounds you make. He stood to one side and placed a kiss on one of your legs before lowering it slightly to kiss Pero over your clit and taste you on his glossy lips "Mmm, delicious indeed..." he said smiling at you.

Pero lowered himself slightly, still hungry to worship every part of you, and to see you completely blissful, withdrawing his fingers, to insert his tongue into you "Oh yes Pero!" you write as you feel him inside you, his beautiful nose that you have imagined many times in this location, rubbing against your clit "Tan apretado... You're as tight as I imagined... I can't wait to open you up with my cock". Max licked Pero's fingers not taking his eyes off him and you and both men grunted, precum leaking from their dicks lightly onto the sheets "Oh I want you to open us both up" You said smiling at Max suffocating. He approves with a large smile kissing your hand and your arm tenderly and Pero can't help but let out a groan that vibrates against your sex and makes you tremble "I would love that..." replied Pero quickly.

Max then bent over to the side, where your leg is bent, so that you could see the two men as he ran his tongue over your clit and licked you like the sweetest treats. You screamed, over-stimulated by Pero's tongue inside you and Max's tongue on your clit, you begin to feel that pleasant sensation growing in your lower belly, and Pero can feel you contracting around him "Cum for us mi paloma... Soak my tongue with your beautiful nectar".

His words, Max's tongue and his own make you lose yourself and your body obey him: you cum harder than you ever have, screaming and gasping for every bit of air you can get, your sight completely blurred by this wave of pleasure. Pero drinks every drop you give him, every drop you release in your wave of pleasure.

Max watches as Pero drinks you and grabs his hand to pump himself, unable to hold back any longer, watching your face completely filled with pleasure... So beautiful...

As for you, even though their lips have been on you for quite some time and worship you more than ever, you reach out wanting the touch of one of your two lovers' lips now feeling completely empty. Max leans in to kiss you longingly, impatiently "Sit on my face sweetheart, I want to get a taste too," he says as he lies back on the bed.

You straighten up slightly to kiss Pero tenderly, thanking him softly for this, but you don't have time to say these words, as he wraps you up and turns you back to Max. You're legs are still shaking and you climb on top of Max and he wastes no time in placing his lips on your sex and starts jerking and licking as you ride him quickly, not having recovered from your first orgasm yet, "Oh Max!" you say panting and mewling as you lean back against the wall, unable to hold onto your own body. You suddenly feel Pero's arms wrap around your body and kiss the back of your neck, "You're beautiful like that..." he says before taking hold of himself and Max's cock and pumping both of their sexes together, his lips never leaving your neck.

Max never catches his breath, he doesn't need to, and just plunges his full attention into your pussy without stopping, making you see stars quite quickly, still far too sensitive, and you can't hold back your second orgasm when he comes much quicker than you'd like, " Come for me" he says, and when you scream his name, you look him in the eye, drinking you in, dark gaze dipping into yours, grunting, finally releasing his head back, having drunk every drop of your nectar you could give him, trying to say something, eyes closed, fists clenching into the sheets, and it's only when you pull out that you understand why his body react like this: Pero has his lips wrapped around Max's cock with his fingers wrapped over the base, sucking him hungrily and passionately. You watch him suck Max like he just wants it, watching Max's chest rise faster and faster, Pero pumping himself at the same time to both make unholy sounds "Pero... Wait..." suddenly said Max.

Pero stopped short and straightened up "I want her on you... I want to watch the both of you and jerk on it." said Max as he straightened up on his elbows

"Don't you want to participate?... I'd like to have you both inside me... One in my mouth and one in my pussy..." you said as you got down on all fours to press your cheek against his chest and smile at him as you wiggled your buttocks who is facing Pero that he doesn't hesitate to slap.

He smiles at you and straightens up to slap your ass as well, before shoving you underneath him faster than you can see or even react, then he turns and pulls Pero towards him by the throat. Pero lets go completely, which surprises you a little, being usually much more dominant, he cowers completely from Max. "You're going to take her, and I'm going to watch you, my cock in her mouth".

You bite your lips and feel your crotch demanding attention again at the thought of this idea. Pero positions himself in front of your entrance after pumping himself a few times, and rests on his elbows to take your lips against his, and you take the opportunity to place a kiss on his scar that you love so much.

He looked at you for a moment, "If you've changed your mind, we can stop this, Paloma, do you still want that?”

You put your legs around his hips and look at Max before smiling to him "Yes Pero, I still want it, make love to me…please". He pulls away from you to look into your eyes as he gradually introduces himself into you, his gaze feral.

Although you had his fingers to prepare you for this, his cock is much bigger than anything you've ever taken. You open your mouth, but no sound comes out, you can only look into his eyes as he gradually thrusts into you and you can stop your mouth getting bigger and bigger with every inch "Oh fuck Pero...". He looks into your eyes and straightens up to see how he opens you up, to see his cock covered with your slick, his gaze reflecting back to you only the pleasure you're currently feeling.

As he slowly moves back into you and finds himself completely inside you you breathe heavily only then realising that you hadn't taken a single breath and you feel max's hand gently caressing your chest " Does he feel good sweetheart? Completely buried in you?" he asks with a naughty smile on his face and you can only smile and nod, your mind already carried away by the simple pleasure that Pero is about to provide you.

"Fuck... You are so tight Paloma... She is perfect" "I don't doubt it Pero" Max says as he strokes his cheeks, admiring you in this position.

Pero doesn't move for a few seconds, kissing Max, letting you get used to his presence inside you, letting you feel each of his inch and veins inside you. When he shakes you put your hands on his chest and make him turn his attention back to you "Please move Pero... please".

He pulls out, leaving only the tip of his dick inside you, and thrusts back in with a growl that hits you directly in your core before he begins his thrusts inside you. You both groan with each thrust and thrust of his hips.

You take Max's cock and put it in your mouth, looking into his eyes, trying to suck him off as best you can in this position, while his gaze alternates between yours, Pero's sex moving back and forth inside you, and your tits, which thanks to Pero dabbing your pussy hard enough to make them bounce.

You moan, your lips and tongue wrapping around Max sending vibrations against his cock, making him grunt as he strokes your hair cheveux "Do you like it sweetheart ?" He says in a whisper, and you nod letting Pero change the angle, making your eyes roll for a moment for the new angle "Y-you want me to…p-push harder and fuck you? Fucking that pretty little pussy like you wanted me to do it for so many years?" says Pero putting your legs on his shoulders, kissing your knuckle.

You're not even sure what noises you're making anymore, you wanted him so bad, and you nod your head back and forth suffocating watching Max panting from how you work with your hands and mouth on his cock. As Pero work harder on you founding the little spot how makes you see stars every time he hit it, Max grabs harder on your hair, the feeling of your lips and your tongue around him, to see your pussy open with every thrust that Pero undertakes, his cock glistening with your arousal, he can't hold back anymore “Sweetheart I-I am going to…” He can't finish his sentence until you feel his cum flowing into your mouth and you sit up slightly so you can swallow without choking, pero still working on you, looking up at Max with shining eyes savouring every drop of his fluid he offers you.

Before you have time to swallow the last wave of his cum, Pero kisses you and you let some of the cum pass into his mouth so he can taste his lover in turn, he moans, loving the taste of him and you at the same time. Max looks at the both of you, smiling passionately, and grabs you both by the throat to kiss you in turn. “Makes her cum now, I want to lick your sperm on this beautiful little cunt.”

Pero starts to push harder inside you letting you feel every single fucking inch of him, stretching you faster and harder, but in a good way only. You quickly feel a soft sensation growing in your lower belly. He can feel his own orgasm approaching and Max starts stroking your clit seeing that Pero needs you to cum. “Come on Paloma, give us just another one… I-I am not gonna… where do you want me?”

You force yourself to say a few words, gasping for air as you do so, one arm clinging to Max and the other in the sheets “On-on my p-pussy… Max want to… Oh Pero!” You cum without warning, gripping him hard, soaking his cock with your juice and he pulls out after a few seconds, pumping himself on top of you to finally let shots of his cum fall on your pussy.

Max wastes no time and licks the tip of his cock before licking his seed directly onto your sex, producing vibrations near your still sensitive clit with each groan he makes. But he doesn't force himself on that part seeing that you are already far too sensitive and, in the end, won't appreciate any more stimulation. He simply places a final kiss on your mound and leans in to place a kiss on your lips, making you taste Pero on his lips.

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The boys have taken care of you after all of this, they've been gentle, washing and wiping your cum off, and are now in your arms. You must have been cuddling for minutes, letting Max enjoy the warmth of your skins as he tells you again and again, listening to each other's breaths, enjoying each other's softness and warmth, and despite the sex you've just had, it feels more intimate, the most intimate thing you could ever share with anyone but them... Those stolen kisses, a few caresses on parts of your bodies normally common but so soft between you such as the forehead, or the nose... You could melt for any of their movements towards you, and towards each other...

You smile at the sight of their completely broken faces and wonder if it doesn't reflect your own face, tired, satisfied as you've never been.

"I was a little jealous that you were more tactile with Max than with me at some point you know..."

Pero stood up with a sad look on his face, knowing deep down that you felt that way. "I didn't want you to get attached to me that way... If I die..." You place a kiss on his forehead, understanding a little his concern, regretting all the same that you had wasted so much time..."Doesn't matter now..."

But you both know now that it wouldn't have worked the same way, that you weren't complete, that Max was missing in your lives, even if you've tried ...

You also place a kiss on Max's forehead, your eyes filled with love for him, and he smiles at you as he kisses your hand, which makes you think that this is probably his love language.

"When you came in you wanted to tell us something?" asked Pero, running his hand through Max's hair.

He huffed slightly, not in annoyance but in disgust at having to return to reality, that he'll have to get out of bed, or he'll wish he'd stayed with those lovers for eternity... "I ran into one of my ... 'sisters' during my hunt..."

You quickly sit up wondering why he didn't warn you instead of a potential vampire that could have followed you, but he stopped you and lightly stroked your arm "She's not evil, she'll never hurt you... She just warned me to keep you away from here, that something big is coming." he said with a worried look on his face. "That's why we have to stay." Pero said softly, lying on your stomach, playing with max's hand. "Go to sleep now... Max will tell us all about what's ahead of us tomorrow night." he said, tugging on max's arm to force him to lie down again.

You've never seen him so relaxed.

Pero has never been so relaxed. He honestly didn't think he would survive this long. To have such a long life, as short as he is only in his twenties, and he never thought he would come so close to his goal. He never thought he'd have you in his arms, let alone share your love with someone he's hated since he was young, but fell hard for, in a few weeks...

If Pero dies tomorrow, he will die happy, having accomplished what he wanted to do, in the arms of the people he loves the most in this world...

Chapter 5 next Saturday

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Saison 4 épisode 3: Two Gentlemen of Capeside

Alors c’est peut-être mon épisode préféré. Si si. 

J’ai même retrouvé un post qui j’avais fait sur Facebook en 2009 (on utilisait Facebook comme Twitter à l’époque) qui prouve déjà ma monomanie:

Oui oui oui, c’est l’épisode de: LA TEMPÊTE

Pacey et Dawson sont toujours fâchés. 

   Joer passe l’après-midi avec Drue Valentine et Daussone au Yacht Club où ils bossent sur un devoir qu’ils doivent rendre au lycée sur: The Two Gentlemen of Verona (VOUS AVEZ COMPRIS LA RÉFÉRENCE DANS LE TITRE? C’EST SUBTIL ATTENTION!).

Drue essaie d’appuyer là où ça fait mal en ramenant l’intrigue du triangle amoureux de Vérone à Capeside. Franchement Drue, tu fais des moulinets pour rien, on t’avait pas attendu pour ça. 

 En plus Joey aurait dû aller faire du boat boat boat avec Pacey qui fête sa bonne note à ses exams, tout ça c’est grâce à Joey:  

(c’est comme quand il était avec Andie. En fait Pacey ne fait ses devoirs que quand il a une petite copine?) 

 Comme Joey est bloquée avec Drou et Dosson, c’est Jen part faire du bateau avec lui pour se changer les idées rapport au fait qu’elle s’est fait larguer par Henry le Golden State Killer, je comprends pas qu’elle soit encore à chouiner pour ce mec. 

 Et la mémé à Jen, elle lui avait bien dit de prendre un parapluie! mais personne n’écoute la mémé. 

Nobody listen to la mémé :(

 Jen et Pacey partent donc en mer malgré l’alerte Météo France tempête tropicale Gloria sur la Vendée.

il a vraiment un baromètre dans le cul ce Pacey. 

Au Yacht Club donc, Drue ne fout rien, les deux autres essaient de faire le devoir sur les mecs de Vérone vous êtes à Vérone mais la discussion finit toujours pas retomber sur le trouple Dawson/Joey/Pacey 

    et en plus le vent se lève et tout le monde commence à être très inquiet. 

  EN PLUS, Andie est AUSSI AU YACHT CLUB pour passer un entretien avec cette connasse de Ms Valentine (la mère de Droue, vous suivez toujours?) pour quémander une recommandation sur son dossier à l’Université

 Son entretien se passe moyen-moins d’ailleurs parce que la mère Valentine n’arrête pas de remettre sur le tapis les problèmes qu’a eu Andie dans la saison précédente:

  Bref tout le monde est au Yacht Club, même Mr. Brooks qu’on voit pour la première fois: un vieil habitué grincheux. 

Joey est de plus en plus inquiète, le vent se déchaîne, et très vite on comprend que c’est la tempête et que le True Love est dans la merde. 

 Anéfé, regardez-moi ces seaux d’eau que Michelle Williams et Joshua Jackson ont dû se manger dans la gueule pendant out le tournage:

 Ils n’en mènent pas large et décident d’aller s’abriter dans une crique paumée en attendant que ça passe, mais c’est pas mieux, leur radio a pris l’eau (?) ils sont perdus pour la France.  

 Jen en a un peu ras la casquette:

et là c’est beau:

 Même s’ils sont plus copaings, il a confiance que Dosson va lui sauver la vie, sans rire it’s bigger than the série

 Et oui, tout arrive le moment épique de l’épisode (je vous jure pour une fois qu’il se passe un truc dans cette série, c’est la kiffade): Dawson prend un bateau et part à la rescousse de Jen et Pacey.

 D’ailleurs Droue après avoir proposé à Dawson ce bateau, cafte à sa mère, qui s’étonne de ne pas voir SA serveuse qu’ils sont partis sur le bateau de Mr. Brooks. 

Quelle salope celui-là!  

Andie essaie d’arrondir les angles, et par la même occasion elle gère le bordel: garder le contact radio avec Dawson et Joey, nettoyer les dégats de la tempête au restau, ou encore prévenir les parents des ados partis en mer oui parce que donc visiblement ils n’ont pas la SNCM à Capeside, c’est toujours les 4 mêmes ados qui s’y collent quand il s’agit de faire quoi que ce soit. 

  Elle demande même à Drou de prendre un balais, c’est délicieux

   Finalement Dawson et Joey retrouvent le True Love, Pacey et Jen, tout le monde est sauvé même si Pacey doit se résigner à abandonner son bateau chéri, ça nous fend aussi un peu le cœur.  

 De retour au port tout le monde est soulagé et se fait des câlins. 

    Mr. Brooks engueule Dawson qui lui a piqué son bateau (techniquement c’est Drou le fouteur de merde qui lui a filé les clés mais whatever) et veux qu’il lui rembourse les dégats avec l’argent qu’il avait économisé pour aller à la fac, et la mémé remet le vieux à sa place.  

       Ms. Valentine de Montmirail dit à Andie qu’elle a été impressionnée par sa capacité à gérer cette situation stressante. Andie et Jack l’envoient bouler comme elle le mérite. 

         Oh d’ailleurs point Jack-yummy:

  Le lendemain, Pacey qui a un peu vu la vierge pensant qu’il allait mourir dans son bateau va voir Dawson pour le remercier d’être venu le sauver. 

BB........

Dawson toujours sur la défensive lui dit “c’est rien tu aurais fait pareil” et on sait que c’est vrai, et C’est BEAU, et aussi pour s’excuser rapport qu’il lui a piqué sa femelle attitré et qu’ils sont plus copaing.  

Pacey est tout chouchou avec ses larmes franchement, faites-vous un câlin vite svp. 

à la fin de l’épisode, Droue et Jen se croisent visiblement pour la première fois et on comprend qu’ils ont... un passé...

Voilà c’est tout, avouez que c’est un bon épisode non?

[noobnooboo]

I love following your gameplay so much!!!! And I really appreciate you being inclusive and adding diversity and not using it as a source of drama in your story :-)

Thank you sweetie! And I love my trouple so much! I just like giving more visibility to different sexualities because the world is so different and beautiful we should just celebrate everyone! And I know I haven’t covered every sexuality, but I will try and do it in the future! Thank you very much and have a great day/night!😘