#bittersweet polycule

[powerpolyculeshowdown]

Canon Polycule Showdown

(vote for your favorite! check the description if you don't know them)

[ID: 1. Art of The Roguish Semiotician and The Infamous Mathematician from Fallen London. 2. Thumbnail for the ASMR Roleplay Series Bittersweet, in it are the characters Seth, Alphonse and a featureless gray person labeled as the Listener. /end ID]

Meet the contestants!

Roguish Semiotician/Infamous Mathematician/Player

Status: Canon (romance option)

Description: This is a Spouse option in the game Fallen London. They are two University professors you can meet at a party. You cannot romance one of them without romancing the other. The process for seducing them involves staying up late breaking down mysteries together, going to the theater, and helping them blackmail their colleagues. When you gain the two of them as spouses, the in-game text is "The three points of a perfectly balanced triangle: The Roguish Semiotician, the Infamous Mathematician, and you."

Alphonse/Listener/Seth

Status: Implied (intended as polyam, but left open to interpretation as the listener is a character as well)

Description: Listener and Alphonse are in a relationship, while Seth is Alphonse’s ex. After Seth and Alphonse have some emotional conversation/crying session about some plot/character stuff, all three of them sleep in a bed together at Alphonse and Seth's old apartment and it's implied Seth ends up cuddled up with the Listener. Alphonse calls them the two most important people in his life and the only two people he's ever loved. 

#fallen london #bittersweet yuurivoice #canonpolyculeshowdown #pollycule #polyamory #polyship #polycule #canonround1 #tournament poll

[hauntingblue]

Sanji has adquired top sad wet cat status

#that cream guy just watching luffy tear his arms off ajdhakw #sanji had gone past his angst too quick.... picnic and everything damn... #i finally realized why his guard is offering him aubergines. he looks like an aubergine #but to me it is a metaphorical remainder of his bisexuality he is abandoning by marrying pudding (he is getting out of his polycule) #he wants the aubergine for later akdhkashsk see... he is already tempted by the familiarity #'pudding might be changing that's why she is busy.... oh didn't her room have a balcony' SICK IN THE HEAD #'oh is this inapropiate??' idk MAYBE 'it wont be a crime we will be married tomorrow' JAIL #THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR SNOOPING AKDHAKA #his face is so... that one meme drawing of the guy in a war.... #i mean it is sad bc she was his only like light in the darkness but damn... hard lesson #oh luffy is cursing her out this is serious #well good thing aanji snooped...... is he gon a save his sister now or.... he wont fight pudding i am sure of that #sanji is gonna grab that gun and kill himself at this point pudding #jesus christ how long can this go on for.... you already killed him pudding stop hitting the dead horse #i believe reiju could kick her ass now that pudding is distracted but alas.... no girl om girl violence is allowed #sanji not being able to lit his cigarette is so..... this poor man... NOT THE SHOT OF HIM CRYING #omg perfect episode..... jesus christ..... #i uave to say.... i would have really liked for pudding to be normal and have sanji get away from a lover to go with the crew again... #its so bittersweet you know....... and shows his priorities #goddamn sanji crying in the rain trying to get a smoke...... this is like too much... peak poor little meow meow #wait a fucking moment... the intro song starts with my feelings for you are beating intensly.... this really is so gay.... #gay sex on screen is less subtle #talking tag #watching one piece #episode 817 #wtf pudding... if she didnt want reiju to die why tf did she shoot her.... #sanji the flowers... she will know sanji..... sanji noooo #i get the soul thing but where do zeus and prometheus come from???? what kinda power is that... #JINBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE #episode 818

[queeniegalore]

Ohhh, this got me sobbing, this TENDERNESS, this CARE, this SHARED GRIEF. There is so much love here between these three!

#and so so so much love in this entire novel #van helsing loving Jack as well #it’s all so beautiful and bittersweet #dracula daily #jack seward #dr seward #arthur holmwood #the polycule

[rosenbergamot]

really cant believe (yes i can) that mumscarian solidified their polycule in s9 solely to fuck with doc like can u imagine being mumbo and ur two closest friends, both of whom u have been harbouring these bubbling feelings for, suddenly ask u to join them. out of NOWHERE. because of an OOPSIE. a little FUCKY WUCKY

like these are feelings that u have been tamping down for YEARS, because even though u have had ur moments with them, sometimes it feels like nothing compared to what u know theyve gone through when u havent been there. sometimes the weight of sand and cactus and poppies and lilacs is so heavy on them that u can almost visualize it as crowns on both of their heads. the silences between them are underscored with an unknowable tension, and u want to be able to know so badly, but u werent there when it all began; even if u were there for two of the other ones, u still have no way of KNOWING and thats what kills u. so u never confess. u keep it to urself. they can never feel the same.

and then the two of them blow up docs tunnel bore and suddenly one random day theyre on ur front step with these stupid hippie outfits and theyve got one in ur size and they look at u so earnestly but so mischievously and it feels like this is the moment its all been leading up to. they blink their pathetic eyes at u and they say “hi mumbo we did a fucky wucky would u pleade join our polycule so that we can kill docm77 for realsies this time also btw this is a compeltely genuine invitation we really both love u and havent been able to tell u because ur autistic swagger is both blindingly beautiful and strangely awkwardly intimidating” and u just have to be like “…..yeah ok. sure.” and then u spend the next few weeks having the wildest sloppiest gay sex of ur life in crowded tents and getting dirt under ur nails and doing ecstasy while docs alerts remind u of the whole purpose of it, and even if that should feel strange and bittersweet, theres still such genuine joy u all feel together, and then when its over ur like “alright so this was a bit right?” and theyre like “god no ur stuck with us forever” and thus u are now officially in a relationship.

and it was all because of docm77. like. what. does he know. does docm77 know that he invented polyamory

#i dont remember writing this #mumscarian #hermitshipping #rosie talks #they drive me CRAZYYY yall don’t understand #absolutely the craziest few weeks for one mumbo jumbo #perhaps. #this requires a fic #HAHA

[arkiwii]

What do you think of Saria / Silence / Ptilopsis? Silence has two wings, and Joyce was very affectionate in the manhua...

that's! an amazing question! you can get a cookie

so I actually did condidered it at some point. I have absolutely nothing against polycule ships, and I do headcanon some characters as poly, so I was wondering hey, maybe I should consider Saria/Silence/Ptilopsis! I started by reading a few fanfictions, and I ended up with the conclusion "it's very cute"

and. that's all

I'm not against the ship, and I'm ok with it, but I just can't be into it - and the main reason comes from Ptilopsis herself. you see, she's such an amazing and complex character, and I ended up with a few headcanons about her. I'll explain it;

firstly, I can't decide whenever I want to imagine that Joyce does have romantic feelings for Olivia, or not. I don't want to say "she doesn't have them because of device #9" - she had proven a lot that she can feel things, she just can't express them well. so saying that she can't feel love is very wrong. but in any cases, I came with a conclusion; even if she was in love, she wouldn't even recognize it. my main example is with how seems to struggle to understand the concept of affection, and it's proven in her operator record:

it's taking place after Rhine Lab... is she doubting her friendship with Silence??* not saying she never considered Silence as a friend, but I think she's... unaware. it's like she can feel things, but can't process what she's feeling. so if she was in love, would she even know? does she think she's even able to feel love?

*(adding that it might just be a joke. in Silence's operator record, she does "register Silence as a friend". but it's because Silence said that Joyce was her friend. and when Silence reminds her again "you're my friend", she felt the need to confirm it? and she notes it in her diary, too. a diary where she writes things she doesn't want to forget. it's like she forgets that she's not just "Dr. Silence's assistant".)

and the second reason is, even if she was in love, even if she realized it... I don't think she would say it or want to engage in a relationship.

she knows that she's dying, and she cares a lot about Silence. she really does. but Olivia is going through a lot - Joyce knows that her death would cause a lot of pain for Olivia. because she's Olivia's friend - now imagine if she was Olivia's partner. that would cause way more pain. I don't think Joyce would allow this to happen, she wouldn't want. as she says, she wants them to have a happy ending, even if it means that Olivia has to be happy with someone else.

Ptilopsis is a very tragic character. love is a strong and beautiful feeling, and my god, you can write so much story about it. I can understand that people would want her to be in a relationship, after all, we all want her happy, and I wanr her happy too! but I'm a dumbass bound to "the scenario" and I tend to build headcanons and ships based on if it brings something interesting or not. and I think Ptilopsis is an amazing example of "to love is to want the person you love happy, even if it's without you".

and I also want to add that Joyce is happy either way! well, she says that she's satisfied with her life. it could have been better, but she doesn't mourn it. despite what device #9 brought in her life, it also gave her another view on life, and opened her eyes to things she never saw before. and she thinks it's suffisant

ANYWAY SO big tl;dr - they're cute and I don't mind it at all, but I can't ship them because it would bring nothing but pain when she'll be gone. and I fucking love drama and angst and bittersweet scenarios

#i want to note that im just explaining why i can't ship them #im not trying to convince anyone to agree with what i think #as i said scenario and character development and symbolism is something crucial to me if i want to be into a ship #and sometimes it's more interesting to just accept that a relationship isn't possible #ANYWAY Joyce is so interesting #(also I normalize platonic physical affection a lot) #(hugs or holding hands is to me something that should be normal between friends) #(so seeing Joyce so affective in the manhua just made me say “she cares so much”) #im done ranting ok #arknights #askiwi

[pikapeppa]

Year-End Writer's Round-Up: 2023

It’s that time of year, writer friends — time to take stock of what we’ve been up to this year! Tagging to literally ANY AND ALL WRITERS who would like to participate, but I’ll throw down some tags from the top of my head: @contrivedchaos @jadefyre @kittynomsdeplume @iamcayc @hollyand-writes @elveny @johaerys-writes @crackinglamb @mogwaei @alyssalenko @about2dance @cthu-boo @chloefraazers @fogsblue @lordofthenerds97, join in if you fancy!! If you're not a smut writer, feel free to leave out those stats, and feel free to add any accomplishments and "metrics" that are significant to you! 🥰

(Blank template at the bottom for convenience!)

Words written (published or not, WIPs totally count too!!): 999 496 — ARGH IT WAS SO CLOSE TO A COOL MILLION. I did this calculation on the evening of Dec 31 and I was like DAMMIT I NEED TO WRITE A DRABBLE LMAO. 😂🙈 Honestly, I’m surprised the word count was so high this year — I could have sworn my word count had dropped because I wrote very little for a few weeks after BG3 first came out LMAO!

Smut scenes: 42 — I've done better LOL. I’ll blame the slow-burn BG3 ships I’m working on currently. 😂

New things I tried:

I started dabbling in M/M smut this year, in the context of my beloved Horizon F/M/M polycules (Aloy/Drakka with either Kotallo or Nil). Usually when I write F/M/M threesomes, the focus is on the men pleasing the lucky lady of the group, but I headcanon Drakka in particular as being very unapologetically bi, so it’s only fair and right that he get some sweet M/M action. I’m looking forward to putting this M/M practice use on Halsin/Tav/Astarion when my BG3 writing finally gets to that point! 

This was also the first time that I wrote an AU where I gleefully yeeted the canon deaths LMAO. I’m usually a stickler for adhering to significant plot points including character deaths, but the dastardly and darling @iamcayc nudged me into writing Here Come the Dreams, where Varl and Fashav both get to live, and it was a total delight to keep those darling men alive and happy. 

I wrote a smut scene in first-person POV for the first time, using the adorable voice of Karlach from BG3. This was a particularly interesting challenge because I feel that the first-person voice calls for a more urgent in-the-moment kind of narration, which means that I had to alter my usual way of writing smut in terms of phrasing/wording and pacing, so it was a fun challenge! 

With Astarion/Tav/Halsin, this is my first time writing an OC who falls in love simultaneously with two people, and it’s been… interesting trying to negotiate the polycule coming together. Of course I had to get enamoured with (arguably) the two most emotionally complicated male LIs in BG3 and make my own life difficult, LMAO. I’ve been struggling a little with bringing the relationships together and it’s been slowing my writing down over the past month or two, but I’m trucking on because I love both Halsin and Astarion and I really do believe in the dynamics of the OT3. SILVANUS GUIDE MY HAND AS I FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT.

Fic I spent the most time on: 

Even The Hardiest Desert Blooms! I really sank my focus into my beloved Desert boy this year and wrapped up his fic, which is always a bittersweet feeling when you adore the pairing. 😭

Fic I spent the least time on:

Burning Blue (Karlach/Dammon). I was bitten by a sudden bug of adoration for them, and that piece basically came together in a day and a half because I was on fire to get it out. I LOVE THIS PAIRING SO MUCH. 😭🔥

Favourite thing I wrote: 

Even The Hardiest Desert Blooms has always been my self-indulgent pleasure because I just love Drakka to the moon and back, so focusing a lot of this year on his fic was a treat. But Here Come the Dreams was also an enormously fun project because I just went ham and hyperfocused on it for a month and a half. I really wanted to see if I could finish it in a month just for shits and giggles, but AS ALWAYS it ended up being longer than anticipated so I didn’t meet that goal, but it was still a total ball to come up with a fun little project and finish it as quickly as possible. 

Favourite thing I read: 

Hands-down, without a doubt, What’s A Sex Tape Between Friends?  by @auntie-coagulant. I don’t read much fanfic, and when I do, it's only for the ships that I don't write. So when I saw this fic recommended in the Kotallo server and I was like “Travis/Lis?? You have my attention.” My eyes were popping and I was HOWLING by the first chapter, and I’ve been dead in the water for this fic ever since and procrastinating on finishing the fic because MY EMOTIONS ARE NOT READY FOR THE HEARTBREAK.

Writing goals for next year: 

Finish Coming In Like A Western Wind. I’ve been sleeping on this fic since September because Astarion and Halsin turned my head and I feel really bad about it… but I do mean to finish it! 

Just keep on keeping on with my BG3 fics for Astarion and Halsin! I’ve been DYING to write smut for Halsin for months, and I have images living rent-free in my head of Astarion enjoying some very tender sensate focus, so let’s hope I get around to writing these scenes before I explode. 

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Template time!

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Fic I spent the least time on

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Enjoy, friends!!! And cheers to another fulfilling year of writing! 🥰🥂

-- love from your friendly neighbourhood Pika! xoxo

#pikapeppa writes #fanfic writer's life #tag meme #horizon forbidden west #hfw #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #kotallo #drakka #astarion #astarion bg3 #halsin #halsin bg3 #kotaloy #aloy/kotallo #aloy x kotallo #aloy/drakka #aloy x drakka #bg3 halsin #bg3 astarion #astarion/tav #astarion x tav #halsin/tav #halsin x tav #karlach/dammon #karlach x dammon #heartforge #dammon bg3 #bg3 dammon #karlach

[evscribe]

Being a new addition to the ghouls’ polycule was definitely an experience. It was a relatively easy assimilation through friendship and what was now over a year spent knowing them all. It was rare to find Y/N in their own quarters so for Rain to find them shuffling out of Mountain’s room during early morning was no shock. Tour was sneaking up on them all and Y/N was taking up all the free time their partners’ had to offer. It was becoming more and more often Y/N and Rain would find each other in the wee hours when they both couldn’t seem to sleep. Rain’s dark eyes only briefly find theirs as they flop onto the couch in the shared space of the den. An almost dejected sigh leaves their lips as they curl into themself slightly.

“You’ve fucked up your sleep schedule bad, huh?” He comments knowingly, he only half heartedly tries to hide the knowing smirk on his face. A small nod of agreement from them was followed by a small frown.

“Cir, Sunny, and I stayed up until eight am playing video games a couple nights ago and that definitely made it worse, but it was completely wrecked before that.” They admitted. Y/N couldn’t keep eye contact with the ghoul out of shame. His hand came to rest on their thigh, his thumb rubbing their skin comfortingly.

“Sleep meds not working?”

“It’s still hit or miss right now while it’s getting back into my system regularly.” They explain with a sigh before they speak again, ”I hope it starts working before you guys leave.“

Rain’s chest started to ache at their admittance. It was hard to ignore the pain in their voice. This would be the first tour that the entire polycule would have a partner waiting for them back home at the Ministry and in Rain’s mind it was rather bittersweet. Mountain had talked about how he dealt with it when they were exclusive to him, but Rain was admittedly a little less independent.

”You can always crash in my room while we’re gone, if you want.“ He offers. A small smile cracks their face causing his heartbeat to pick up.

”I appreciate it. I don’t know if I will though.“ They admitted as their brows knitted for a second as if in contemplation. Rain couldn’t help but tilt his head at their words. “Any specific reason?“ He asks. A small sigh leaves Y/N before they rest their head on Rain’s shoulder.

”I think it may make me miss you more than I would in my own bed. When it was just me and Mountain tour was still a challenge, but now it’s even harder. I know Aeth will still be here now that he’s been reassigned, but that still leaves the rest of you guys to miss. Plus I think if I’m caught in the den without you all here I’ll catch hell.“ They admit

”When has that ever stopped you from coming to the den? I remember when you would sneak in here to convince me or Swiss to go on late night walks with you in the garden. I think you used to get caught in here once a week or more at one point“ Rain tells them with a fond smile on his face. Y/N lets out a chuckle at the memory followed by a playful roll of their eyes.

”There’s less incentive to risk it without you guys here.“ They explain. Rain nods, understandingly before speaking again.

”Well, the offer stands either way.“ He tells them before snaking his arm around their waist to pull them into his side. ”I appreciate it,“ Y/N tells him as they place a kiss on his cheek, before curling into him. ”I might borrow a hoodie while you’re gone since my bed will be so cold and empty.“ Their feign melodramatic tone making Rain laugh. He rested his head on theirs as he turned his attention back to the TV that had earlier served as white noise.

To Rain’s surprise it didn’t take long before their breathing slowed and they fell asleep cuddled into his side. He couldn’t help the warm feeling in his chest at the realization. Y/N rarely slept, much less slept well, so he couldn’t help but be a little elated at the thought of comforting his partner to this level. Only when the other ghouls started to wake and come out of their rooms did Rain speak again. First was Sunshine who per usual was a notoriously early riser. She went to greet Rain good morning before she was shushed by him.

”Y/N finally fell back asleep.“ He whispered to the ghoulette. Sunshine silently walked over to the couch where Rain and Y/N were, giving Rain a kiss and placing a soft one on Y/N head, before whispering a farewell and leaving the den. A similar pattern repeated when Sodo, Aether, and Cirrus woke up. Sodo and Aether both went about their business after a brief explanation of shushing, but Cirrus decided to cautiously settle on the couch beside Y/N, who only stirred for a second then buried their face in Rain’s chest causing Cirrus to let out a quiet ‘aww.’ Cirrus gently cuddled up to Y/N's sleeping figure making them let out a quiet content sound. Rain couldn’t help but admire the scene before him. Cirrus smiled at him lovingly before resting her head against Y/N. Rain once again turns his attention back to the TV only to soon after be pulled into the warm lulling pull of his partners

#rain x reader #mention of polyghouls #smidge of cirrus x reader #and sunshine x reader #idk what else to tag #pls have mercy #this is my first published ghost x reader fic #i'm out of practice #so pls forgive me for errors #rain ghoul x reader

[astral-cowboy]

Masterlist

Ao3

Starkid (these are all getting updated. I just have alot of deadlines coming up so they're on mini-hiatuses)

(Incomplete) The arrival of agent mega and agent mega

Curt/Owen ,Steph/Pete, Ted/Charlotte

after a very touching and long romantic vacation, Agent Curt Mega and the newly renamed Agent Owen Mega move to Hatchetfield, right next door to our favourite nerdy prude and his horny older brother.

2023 - Teens and Up - Spies Are Forever/Nerdy Prudes Must Die - Hurt/Comfort

(Oneshot) Structurally sound

Nerdy Prudes Polycule (implied), Steph/Pete (implied)

do you ever think about how Peter was standing on the very same floorboards just minutes before Max Jagerman had his tragic accident because i do :)

2023 - Mature - Nerdy Prudes Must Die - Hurt/No Comfort

(Oneshot) Leave Room For Jesus

Richie/Max

Max and Richie are making out when disaster strikes... Pete's entered the house!

2023 - teens and up - Nerdy Prudes Must Die - Crack Treated Seriously

(Oneshot) Fire Alarm

Steph/Peter

In which Peter Spankoffski and Stephanie Lauter get interrupted by their dorms fire alarm.

2023 - Mature - Nerdy Prudes Must Die - Mild Smut & Humor

(Oneshot) The Old Waylon Place

Max Jägerman/Peter Spankoffski

Toxic doomed Yaoi featuring Peter Spankoffski and Max Jägerman.

2023 - Mature - Nerdy Prudes Must Die - Hurt No Comfort

(Complete) Just Close Your Eyes (the sun is going down)

Peter Spankoffski & Ted Spankoffski

the goat bros' Hunger Games au that no one asked for or wanted

2024 - Teens and Up - Nerdy Prudes Must Die & The Hunger Games - Bittersweet Ending

Community

(Anthology) Abeds adventures in monetization

Troy/Abed

A series of oneshots with abed being brad, the "evil" head of monetization at mythic quest.

2022 - General - Community/Mythic Quest - Fluff/Crack Treated Seriously

Resident Evil

(Incomplete) Elegy (a lament for the dead)

Leon/Chris, Leon/Luis (past), Leon/Ada (past), Leon/Krauser (past)

Leon Kennedy reminisces on past trauma, gets dragged to a very noisy club, and gets his spine rearranged (in a sexy way).

2023 - Explicit - Resident Evil - Angst/Smut

South Park

(Oneshot) Primadona (or is it a reasonable reaction)

N/A

The Freedom Pals are assholes and Scott Malkinson worries

2023 - Mature - South Park: The Fractured But Whole - Hurt/Comfort

Friday night Funkin'

(Oneshot) D.I.L.F

Daddy Dearest/Reader

You're gf's friend and her dad's pretty protective however you aren't interested in his daughter in any way.

2021 - Mature - Friday Night Funkin' - Reader Insert

Formula one

#starkid #nerdy prudes must die #tin can bros #spies are forever #community #mythic quest #resident evil #south park #south park the fractured but whole #friday night funkin #formula one #formula one x reader

[maraschinomerry]

Lockwood & Co requests

Requests are open again! I'm aware I have a lot of outstanding requests and I still want to get to those but I think I've got too in my head about them and need some fresh ideas...

I'll write for George, Lockwood, Lucy or combos (Locklyle/the Portland Row polycule, these can also be standalone) x reader (who will be gender neutral unless otherwise requested); will do pretty much anything except NSFW (suggestive is okay) and I may reject mental health-based prompts if I don't feel like I have the experience or ability to do it justice; it can be platonic or romantic; and I've only seen the show so I can't reference the books. Please give me a prompt or quote you want me to include! Here are some good prompt lists for inspiration but feel free to come up with your own: touch-starved; random; angst, fluff & bittersweet masterlist; sparring (so fitting, I would especially love to do some of these); taunting; first kiss

This post will be updated with links to finished fics and details of upcoming works. If you're able to, please consider checking out my ko-fi in my bio, but likes and reblogs are equally great support! Thank you all for the love so far ❤️

In the works/masterlist

George Karim

Important Research

Matching Mates & part 2

Stay Safe

How To Stand

I've Got Your Back

You Are My Sunshine (part 2 requested)

You and Me

Chicken Soup

Offerings

Dinosaur Plasters

Meddling Git

Sidekick

Rock Paper Scissors

Untitled book fic (requested)

Untitled anxiety fic (requested)

Buttered Popcorn (Fittes ball fic)

Anthony Lockwood

Distracted & part 2 (part 3 requested)

Pretty Boy

Tea and Torn T-shirts

Little Pink Heart

Sparring fic (in progress)

Reassuring fic (requested)

First job fic (requested)

Double life fic (requested)

Lucy Carlyle

Chance Encounters

Cake fic (requested)

Locklyle

Blood of the Covenant

Lockwood & Co

Saving Your Friends 101

#lockwood & co #lockwood & co x reader #anthony lockwood x reader #george karim x reader #lucy carlyle x reader

[itsclydebitches]

BG3 Fic Prompts

I am once again creating a massive document of fics I want to write, to be updated whenever. This is 50% me keeping track of ideas, 25% giving the fandom ideas if they want to steal, and 25% pure entertainment.

“She looks like she could throw me over her shoulder and carry me to safety.” Six times Karlach carried a party member and one time the whole group returned the favor. Bonus points if carrying her is pre-insulation upgrade so they have to get creative and/or sacrificial about it.

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Similarly, Karlach/Character of Choice in a Pushing Daisies-esque situation, except on steroids. It’s not just that they can’t touch her, they’ll actively burn themselves if they get too close (so no easy kiss-through-Saran-Wrap solutions). They make it work though through the power of love, magic, and a fuck-ton of stubbornness. Ideas can differ greatly depending on who the partner of choice is. Example: Lae’zel toughing it out while Shadowheart curses and sprints to heal her; Astarion leaning into his flirty cad side: “Gale? Summon me a mage hand so I can slap that ass.”

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Because the Gale romance bug remains one of my favorite things: angsty fic where he—in true BG3 fashion—misinterprets the most basic, bare-bones decency as love because he’s a) been groomed by a goddess since he was a boy and then abandoned by her in a way that makes him feel completely worthless and b) locked in a tower for a year+ with only his cat for company. Writer’s choice whether this results in Tav rejecting Gale and leaving him with the bittersweet realization that they may not Love him, but they do love him and this helps forward Gale’s recovery. OR

Narrator: Lying awake that night, you think back on your talk with Gale. He looked so handsome in the candlelight, even while devastated by your rejection, and you dwell on how unfortunate it is that you don’t return his romantic feelings.

Hmm…or do you?

Oh dear.

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That Githyanki egg is going to hatch if it’s the last thing I do, even if it’s only in fic. Cue the absolute chaos of this found family/polycule parenting. You’d think Lae’zel would be some help in this but no. She’s not. She’s really, really not. (Doctor McCoy voice: “I’m a warrior not a creche tender!”) What do they feed the thing? Who gets to decide their name? How young is too young to start teaching them to wield a dagger? Spoilers: Withers is a surprisingly good babysitter and the only one with a braincell to draw on.

Wyll: I want a baby

Astarion: Give me a week. What color?

Tav, walking in with acid burns and a panicked Lae’Zel: You got green

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More Gale angst because I’m trash: Yeah, yeah literally everyone in this party is hella touch-starved but this boy has a year of isolation on top of a kicked puppy personality hidden under that arrogant bravado. Astarion plays his needs off with charm and a supposed obsession with sex, Wyll and Karlach distract with cheer, Shadowheart and Lae’zel stoically power through… and then there’s Gale who’s going to get teary-eyed at the first clasp of his shoulder. Character of Choice gives him a hug one night and he just breaks. Full on sobbing, hyperventilating, holy-shit-this-is-embarrassing-but-now-that-I’ve-started-I-can’t-stop breakdown that’s exactly what he needs. Halsin might be a good choice for this.

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Forced Lae’zel / Shadowheart bonding via the specific experience of two abused ex-cult members figuring out what kindness looks like.

Lae’zel: Tchk. I failed our leader in battle and they say only, ‘We’ll try again next time’? If this were a githyanki camp my blood would have dyed their armor red tonight.

Shadowheart: Indeed. The disciples of Lady Shar never would have stood for such indolence. There are no beatings for failing to rise with the sun and no one monitoring our rations. Gale gave me thirds last night!

Lae’zel: Why then do I… prefer this weakness?

Shadowheart: Worse, why do I agree with you?

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I want to give my companions presents! Six times Tav gives a party member something they love—a githyanki tablet for Lae’zel, good wine for Wyll, etc.—and one time they give Tav something back. Or, alternatively, one time Tav refrains from giving a gift and the recipient ends up appreciating that even more. Example: not letting Shadowheart get ahold of any Dark Justiciar armor.

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Obligatory “Astarion is insecure about not being able to see his reflection and someone helps him with magic/drawing” fic that I may or may not be working on atm.

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Equally obligatory The Last Unicorn reference where Asatrion has a rage-driven breakdown, screaming at Tav for not being this selfless hero when he needed them. Everyone ignores the realities that, you know, Tav probably hadn’t even been born yet, because they understand that Astarion just needs to Let It Out. This segues into reassurances that they’ll be there for Astarion in the future. End fic. Sike! Plot twist. The party winds up in the past due to plot shenanigans and are like, “Holy shit. We can rescue Astarion.” Except it turns out they can’t because that would totally fuck with the timeline (idk if that’s actually the case in D&D. I just watch a lot of Doctor Who), but they’re at least able to assist him in some small way/comfort him/give him hope for the next 100+ years. They wind up back in their own time where Astarion suddenly realizes that the absolutely insane, weird-as-balls group he met a century ago and whose kindness he's been leaning his sanity on is his group and there are ~emotions~.

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Hurt/Comfort Bloodweave fic where Astarion, as the rogue, does the best job of finding (read: stealing) items for Gale to feed on. He’s really good at it, to the point that when they get together he starts to fear that’s the main reason why Gale is ‘bothering’ to stay with him. After all, what the hells else does he have to offer? Especially now that he’s pulling back from sex as a primary incentive? Someone loving Astarion for who he is? Absurd. Someone needing Astarion’s talents to keep themselves fed? That he understands. That’s familiar. Cue Gale cycling through obliviousness (necessary intervention from another party member?), horror, and finally reassurance.

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Wyll teaches the party to dance one night when they’re all bored. Bonus points if Astarion is insulted af because his moves from two centuries ago aren’t cool anymore. Bonus bonus points if Withers turns out to be really good.

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Honestly, I feel like we’ve been sleeping on Withers in general. Granted, I haven’t finished the game yet so I’m sure there’s stuff that hasn’t been revealed to me yet, but he’s a skeleton that randomly appears in your camp, makes himself at home, changes reality for you provided you've got the funds, tuts about your love life, and is surprisingly good with kids. There’s so much potential in that.

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“I hate this place. I want to go to Build a Bear!” Total crack fic featuring the Faerûn equivalent of Build a Bear: a kindly toymaker with lots of simple stuffed animals that he’ll personalize for you with clothes, accessories, embroidery, etc. Karlach has the time of her life (as does everyone else, even if they won’t admit it).

#BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #BG3 prompts #BG3 fic prompts #Astarion #Gale #Karlach #shadowheart #lae'zel #Wyll #bloodweave

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

Rare(ish)-pair Yuumori ideas that I may or may not ever write (but they're like, bottom of my ideas list, so if anyone is inspired by these have at it, I can always do my own versions later lol. Tag me tho, I wanna read stuff!)

(These are for the most part absurdly off-canon and varying degrees of cracky. Roll with it.)

Bond/Albert in which Albert is a virgin and Bond has never had sex post-transition. Bond tops. It's like a very affectionate friends-with-benefits deal where they're learning new things together.

Billy and Louis friendship fic where Louis expects to find Billy annoying because he's kind of boisterous and overly familiar and whatnot, but instead finds himself surprisingly charmed and then they're buddies.

Billy and Bond fic where they bond over being Americans who faked their deaths and changed their identities. They may or may not kiss, idk.

Jack Renfield/Queen Victoria 😂😂😂😂

Mycroft and Miss Hudson have an incredibly tame, mature, and vanilla romance that is absolutely fascinating to everyone around them because they're all crazy people (affectionate). They do gentle missionary for the first time on their wedding night and have a baby precisely forty weeks later and everyone claps.

Mycroft/Moran. Has anyone done this? I literally have no reason for it other than that I was playing around with the character profiles trying to see which people might actually have anything in common based on age etc, and huh. I could find a way to make this work. They never have sex beyond handies because they can't agree on who would top. 🤣

John and Moran fic. Probably just a friend fic. Frankly this should be considered more in general in Holmes adaptations: these two are foils of each other, each the loyal soldier at Holmes' and Moriarty's respective sides. They should be drinking buddies in the Yuumori-verse, but in everything else they should be enemies with belligerent sexual tension.

Mycroft/William set in between A Scandal in the British Empire and The Final Problem, in which they have a lot of technically very good but very miserable sex while pining over each other's brothers and picking apart each other's brains brutally.

William/Billy thing where William after the coma is still working things through and is kind of emotionally distancing himself from Sherlock because he's still not Okay, and Billy is there for him. (Vermissa gets pushed later in this.) They get quite emotionally entangled in bonding over their similarities, but nothing actually comes of it, and Billy is the one to ultimately give William the push he needs to open up to Sherlock. It ends on a bittersweet note with the implication that Billy is more than a little in love with Liam, but knows Sherlock is who he should be with. Sad gays.

Bond/everyone where he's at the center of the most successful polycule in recorded history. 😂

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #fic ideas #silliness

[hauntingblue]

Sanji has adquired top sad wet cat status

#that cream guy just watching luffy tear his arms off ajdhakw #sanji had gone past his angst too quick.... picnic and everything damn... #i finally realized why his guard is offering him aubergines. he looks like an aubergine #but to me it is a metaphorical remainder of his bisexuality he is abandoning by marrying pudding (he is getting out of his polycule) #he wants the aubergine for later akdhkashsk see... he is already tempted by the familiarity #'pudding might be changing that's why she is busy.... oh didn't her room have a balcony' SICK IN THE HEAD #'oh is this inapropiate??' idk MAYBE 'it wont be a crime we will be married tomorrow' JAIL #THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR SNOOPING AKDHAKA #his face is so... that one meme drawing of the guy in a war.... #i mean it is sad bc she was his only like light in the darkness but damn... hard lesson #oh luffy is cursing her out this is serious #well good thing aanji snooped...... is he gon a save his sister now or.... he wont fight pudding i am sure of that #sanji is gonna grab that gun and kill himself at this point pudding #jesus christ how long can this go on for.... you already killed him pudding stop hitting the dead horse #i believe reiju could kick her ass now that pudding is distracted but alas.... no girl om girl violence is allowed #sanji not being able to lit his cigarette is so..... this poor man... NOT THE SHOT OF HIM CRYING #omg perfect episode..... jesus christ..... #i uave to say.... i would have really liked for pudding to be normal and have sanji get away from a lover to go with the crew again... #its so bittersweet you know....... and shows his priorities #goddamn sanji crying in the rain trying to get a smoke...... this is like too much... peak poor little meow meow #wait a fucking moment... the intro song starts with my feelings for you are beating intensly.... this really is so gay.... #gay sex on screen is less subtle #talking tag #watching one piece #episode 817 #wtf pudding... if she didnt want reiju to die why tf did she shoot her.... #sanji the flowers... she will know sanji..... sanji noooo #i get the soul thing but where do zeus and prometheus come from???? what kinda power is that... #JINBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE #episode 818

[autisticempathydaemon]

Redacted-tober 2023 Day Thirteen

Prompt: Huxley & Dream

Pairing: DAMN polycule

cw: slight angst, does this count as hurt/comfort?

Summary: The DAMN Halloween Haunt and Festival is bittersweet for Lasko and Freelancer; thankfully, Huxley’s there.

Read on AO3 soon!

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“You feeling alright there, dudes?” Huxley asks warmly, handing his partners their luridly food-colored cups of grape lemonade. “Don’t tell me you’re crashing from all the carbs and sugar already; we’ve barely started.” Lasko and Freelancer take them, grateful but subdued, their quiet demeanor out of place among the Halloween festival and crowd. Damien had another hour to his ticket table shift, and Gavin had been pulled away by another daemon friend (a ruse to go hang out with Caelum for a bit). In the meantime, Huxley went to get food and came back to two somber human-borns.

“Just people-watching,” Freelancer says, wrapping an arm around Lasko’s shoulders and pulling him closer against them. Huxley sits on the bench to the air elemental’s other side, the three of them sharing a little body warmth to combat their revealing costumes. It seems like the whole of the Empowered community passes by them: fantastical d(a)emons with horns and tail shown off, elementals dressed as various Avatar the Last Airbender characters, more than some Pikachus and Magnetos, and huge shifters of various species parading about like a Narnian zoo.

“It’s kind of like, like a dream or something?” Lasko offers quietly, fidgeting with the zipper of his borrowed jacket before looking up at Huxley with a wistful, amazed expression.

“What, all the fun costumes and animals in one place?” Huxley laughs. “Isn’t that just Halloween?”

“Not the costumes,” Freelancer says, offhandedly stroking Lasko’s hair while still gazing distantly into the crowd. “It’s everyone using their magic so openly, so freely… making it look so fun and easy.”

“It’s kind of hard to get used to,” Lasko mumbles, his eyes taking on that faraway, sad look that the freelancer has before jumping out of his seat with an indecent squeak. He claps a hand to his freshly-bitten ear just as Freelancer yelps indignantly as their ass is pinched.

“Not a dream, see?” Huxley asks, wide grin turned impish and mischievous and even more handsome and joyous as his partners laugh.

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee writes #redacted-tober 2023

[annierosaart]

Ask game:

Fandom: RWBY 3, 19; Arknights 13, 15, 16.

Ship: FiaExu 10, 16; TexLapp 1, 9

Character: Exusiai 5, 7; Gavial 17, 20

Forgot to answer, my bad!

RWBY:

3 - ...which scene I would like to erase from the universe and why.

Weiss getting stabbed so Jaune could unlock his semblance. Yeah.

19 - ...one behind-the-scenes trivia fact I've learned somewhere and my thoughts on it.

from the Volume 9 commentary. get this shit away from me.

Arknights: (presume when i say fanon, i mean the queerer part of it, not the very reddit part)

13 - ...which canon or popular fanon relationship I can't stand or feel 'meh' about and why.

i've talked about how on the best of days i'm neutral towards FiaMos, and usually just don't like it, but here's a 'hot' take specifically for the side of the fandom i'm in:

PL just. does not read as a polycule to me. for various reasons i won't get into, you can DM me about it, but i'm really just meh on it, they don't feel close in that way.

also despite loving Mumu, SaMuel as an actual thing just doesn't do much for me, soz.

15 - ...which character I would choose for the chopping block if I knew the writers wanted to kill someone.

I think one that has the potential to end up being a meaningful death would be Hoshiguma or Swire. Note that I don't dislike them, far from it, I just think the death of either would shake things up for the LGD gang's dynamics in a compelling way.

16 - ...which character's death would (or did) make me rage-quit.

knowing Outcast's fate has made it difficult for me to start catching up on Act 2, haha. but not enough to rage-quit. if i had to say... Blaze. her hypothetically dying at this point would be for cheap shock value alone.

FiaExu:

10 - ...rate the level of stupid they reach in their pining.

on a scale of "regular" to "no media literacy" in stupid... burns ramen in the microwave. hopelessly pining, thinking the other has no interest in them, when it's mutual, extremely so. like lovers exchanging sexually charged letters in the 1800s.

16 - ...three of my fic recs for this ship. And (in the event that I've written something for them) one of my fics involving them that I'm most proud of.

brother there's barely that many to begin with. but!

Birdhouse In Your Soul by burstfoot on Ao3 (and tumblr! hi @burstfoot)

The movie was a pretense to curl up on the couch with you. by inRemote on Ao3 and tumblr as well, made for me as a gift!

aaand the Arknights Drabble Collection by wolfgirlsmooches, the FiaExu sections :3

... aand of course, the one I'm most proud of?

Night Running BAYBEEEEEEE

TexLapp:

1 - ...about my absolute favorite of their scenes and why I love it so much.

a tie between the sexually charged chocolate feeding (for obvious reasons) and the truck scene. the truck scene has a place in my heart specifically because it is the most direct homage Arknights has made to Yakuza/Lika A Dragon, specifically to Majima's various truck stunts!

9 - ...what my ideal endgame for them is.

what Kiryu and Majima end up having: a bittersweet, tenuous rivalry that at the same time is lined by an understanding that only they are allowed to kill each other, no one else.

Exusiai:

5 - ...if I feel like the writers mistreat them or if the story would be better if they were taken down a peg.

please for the love of god let her participate in laterano events i'm begging on my knees it's literally her place of birth

7 - ...the scene that I think adds depth to their character or the relationship this character has with someone.

2-7 after. despite an earlier comment of Exusiai's showing she still has a lot to learn about Infected, this is one of the first... and also few examples we get of a Sankta directly sympathizing with others.

other examples of this always come from Ezell and herself, which I think is no coincidence.

the anime emphasizes this further by having her get mad on the Infected's behalf

Gavial:

17 - ...how well they'd do if they got dropped in a horror movie.

gavial is half serious, half gag character. that gag half protects her from any serious harm a horror movie villain could do to her.

20 - ...my queer headcanon for them. Unless they're canonically queer, in which case whether or not I think they're good representation or kinda badly explored.

Bisexual, demiromantic!

#ask game #this was so fucking long waheela what the hell

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Two Of A Kind ~ X.T. (final)

A/n: Posted according to my schedule! For a second at least lmao. Hope you like this, even with the bittersweet ending <3

Requested: yes

Word Count: 4200+

MASTERLIST

The first thing that happened was that they did some research to figure out who his equivalent was in this universe. They were shaken at finding out that in this world, he was dead. The face that was identical to his own was plastered with a grin, each arm around the shoulders of some kids that Y/n didn't recognize.

Apparently in this world, he either had never discovered his powers or didn't have them. He went to a normie school, with normal drama and normal friends. The boys he was standing with were the mayor's son and Tyler Galpin. It was from years ago, when apparently they'd all been close. They'd grown apart in the last year or so, as they'd all taken up other interests.

Y/n was an advocator for outcasts, and was supposed to have been the spokesperson for Outreach Day. He was sporty here, but had gotten kicked out of all the clubs, so he had taken to hiking instead. He had gotten mauled by the Hyde at the beginning of the year. Y/n found it strange to see a picture standing next to Tyler of all people, knowing what would happen less than a year later.

After that, it really came down to just getting him home. Weems didn't know much about his power, but she took it up as a personal responsibility to get him back to where he belonged. Not just to get rid of him but because it was growing more and more obvious that he was absolutely miserable here.

Two and a half weeks passed, and as it stretched, it was growing harder and harder to handle passing those who should have been his family in the halls.

Weems insisted he go to school, in case time was passing the same in his dimension and he missed any classes. She said it would give him something to do while he was waiting to get his energy back as well. It was all fine and dandy until he got paired up with Ajax in biology, or was set up to spar Bianca, or Enid gave him a tour. It was all fine and dandy until he noticed that Xavier, the identical to Y/n's boyfriend, pining over Wednesday fucking Addams.

In Y/n's world, Wednesday was aromantic. She had been very firm about it, aggressively rebuffing any and all attempts at romance. Not just a rejection of societal norms - she was just fine being friends with Enid now adays, and took part in social events more eagerly than before, especially after her first impression of a school dance being the blood/pain shower - but because she was repulsed by even the idea of such a relationship. She was fine with friends, and family, and even having a partner in crime. That had always been Enid or

Eugene.

But a romantic partner?

Absolutely not.

It turned out that Wednesday was aromantic here too, but leaned romantic favorable and was just fine turning her duo with Enid into a romantic relationship. She was even part of a polycule - Enid and Ajax were also dating. Wednesday seemed more than fine with this, as she could use it as an excuse to drag yet another person into her shenanigans, but also because when she had reached her limit on affection, Enid could simply go to Ajax for it instead. It was a fascinating thing to watch. Y/n being so used to Wednesday rolling her eyes and gagging at any such romance was almost comical as he saw Wednesday do all of the same things but then casually refer to Enid as her girlfriend, or Ajax as her "boyfriend once removed".

He almost had a very good time watching the dynamics play out. Almost, because watching them be themselves often lead to watching Xavier be awkward and jealous, and it was like a knife shoved into Y/n's ribcage.

Apparently Xavier had had a massive crush on Wednesday day one, and when she chose someone else he was cool about it - but it didn't change the fact that he still had feelings for her.

He was bad at hiding it, but not because he was bitter. The opposite in fact - he laughed too long at any and all jokes when they were being coupley, or looked a little too long when Enid and Wednesday walked down the hall, holding hands. Or when Enid pushed hair behind Wednesday's ear. Like he wished he could do it. Or he wouldn't look at all, as if he would die if his eyes wandered even close to the area that Wednesday, Enid and Ajax were in.

He was trying so hard to hide his feelings that he was basically saying it out loud.

Wednesday showed mercy in ignoring it, and even Enid was good natured in drawing attention away from the reactions Xavier just couldn't help.

Y/n wasn't as lucky.

People weren't used to his pining. Weren't even aware of it until he went to touch Xavier and then caught himself, or went to lean against Xavier and then pretended to crack his neck. When he went to do all those staple romantic things with Xavier, like playing with his hair or his fingers or stare at his lips or cuddle with him, or even sit a little too close - closer than friends usually did. Definitely closer than strangers did.

He always played it off, but never well enough. Wednesday picked up on it first, but the others followed quickly. The slight awkwardness that always managed to be stifled ran freely with the added element of Y/n in the mix as well.

The day that Xavier caught on, his eyes went so wide that Y/n stopped being around them altogether. Which... would have been fine, as Xavier had never minded avoiding conflict, except when Y/n went above and beyond to avoid him and it made a scene. One day he was sat next to Xavier and when Y/n fully asked to move places, rumors started and people started to ask Xavier what he'd done to the poor boy.

Xavier was fed up.

"Y/n, we need to talk."

Y/n winced, pausing on his way back to his dorm. It wasn't his dorm, the dorm he had in his world, but just a spare room he shared with himself. He missed being Eugene's roommate but this would do for now. In fact, he craved to be there right now. He craved the floor to open up and swallow him whole and whisk him away to a room where he could lock the door and hide away until it was all over.

Unfortunately, he was too far away to get to his dorm. Only outside the building, but Xavier's long legs had always gotten the best of him. So he turned, smile tight. "Yeah?" Immediately he found himself breathless as his gaze landed on Xavier. He had his hair down today, and it moved gently in the breeze. He had a coat on, his tall form wrapped in the long clothing, shielding him from the chill weather. His cheeks, nose and the tips of his ears were just a little pink - he had been here a while waiting. His eyebrows were drawn together, his lips in a thin line.

His lips.

Oh god.

"There's something major going on, and I don't think we should keep ignoring it." He sighed, raising a hand to rub the back of his neck. "I did the ignoring thing - am doing, right now. And it doesn't work when you do it. Not... the way you're doing it?"

"Suffering in silence so loudly everyone can see it?" Y/n managed. He wasn't looking at Xavier, unable to stop himself from the remark. He had always been snippy, but his bantering had gotten worse since spending so much time with Wednesday. Especially with Xavier, who had come to deeply enjoy it.

In another world, at least.

Now he drew back, to his full height, face spiking with irritation. Y/n knew very well that Xavier was a private person. He didn't like anyone but his close friends knowing stuff that were weird or embarrassing about him. Let alone someone he viewed a complete stranger. "I came here to ask how I could help make this less shitty for you. Let's just cut to that."

Y/n's own irritation bubbled up. "Look, I get it. This is your world and I'm foreign here. I'm a factor you can't understand or account for and I mess everything up by being here. I make it hard for you, because you look at her the way I look at you and understanding her sucks, because you just want to pine and be okay with that. But let me give you a bit of advice? I've been here a week and you're already irritated with me. Wednesday spent an entire school year with you - hell, she has a whole girlfriend now. Just get over it."

He didn't know why he had said it. It felt good though, especially as Xavier scoffed, his body tensing. It was the most words the two had exchanged without running away from each other and attention from Xavier felt good.

Even attention like this.

"I get that we were dating in whatever world you're from - it's obvious as hell, don't pretend like you're lowkey about it, he began.

Y/n interrupted. He just had to bite back, taking a step closer with his face screwed up. "Bet it isn't even as obvious as you are."

Xavier's face went red. "What is your problem?"

"MY problem?" Y/n scoffed. "That's the dumbest question you could have possibly asked." There was a tug as his desperation to be away from here, away from this Xavier, grew so unbearable that Y/n found himself reaching out with his power without even meaning to. He tried to push it down, tried to focus on the argument, tried to ground himself with Xavier like he always had... but this wasn't the Xavier Y/n knew. The one who cared about him and could ground him at all. The one who loved him.

The Xavier who wasn't Y/n's sneered, "I'm stupid? You dropped face first into a world that isn't yours and immediately tried to have all the things you had before."

"I didn't try anything." That offended Y/n. He specifically hadn't tried to fox any of the bonds he missed, leaving room between him and everyone else for their benefits and at the cost of his feelings. He was spiraling, out of control, and pushed all the people who could have helped him away instead of letting even one of them help him. Enid and Eugene had really tried to help and even they had failed. 

But then Xavier tilted his head, narrowing his eyes, and Y/n felt strangely exposed. Seen. "You did plenty. Wednesday and Enid got into a lot of fights when Enid kept trying to be friends with you, all because you kept telling her things about how you two used to be. Both because Enid kept risking herself for a person Wednesday didn't trust, and also because Wednesday put space between you even though you needed her. Everyone turned on me when you blew me off out of nowhere. Eugene went out of his way to try and be your friend and got his feelings really badly hurt when you blew him off like everyone else does even though you're supposed to be friends in your world. You walk around sulking, not sleeping or eating or talking to anyone - like a dark cloud in this school. Even more than Wednesday has been able to accomplish. You're a smear, a bad mood, that catches to everyone around you everywhere you go because you're so miserable and we all care about you. But you won't let anyone in. You won't let us help you so we all just get to suffer. And it's all because you want something you can't have!"

"It's not my fault I got launched into another universe!" Y/n was flabbergasted by how it so felt like he was being blamed by Xavier for people feeling pity. Blaming Y/n for making everyone else feel bad when all he was doing was feeling things? Missing his world?

Xavier shook his head. "Isn't it explicitly your fault?"

That stopped Y/n dead. It was fault after all. He had taken a risk and had been dealt consequences. It hadn't been on purpose, but Xavier knew that of course. Y/n however had launched himself into an entirely new place with new rules and new people and then made it everyone else's problem.

Y/n looked away from him, searching his surroundings for anything. Anything that could help or ground him or make this horrible feeling go away. All he could see suddenly were the subtle differences in the surroundings. The fading that was once there that wasn't there anymore because this school was a bit newer and they'd decided to take better care of everything. The paintings that were in slightly different spots, or altogether different images because different people had made them and placed them. The different furniture, the differently colored carpet - just a slightly different shade of blue than it had been in my world. The arched top of the windows versus the rectangular frame in Y/n's world.

This wasn't home.

"I didn't mean to make everyone suffer for me. I was just... feeling..." Y/n blinked away tears.

"Feelings isn't the problem," Xavier spoke quietly. When Y/n looked back at the boy, he saw all the anger gone, replaced by pity. He could see Y/n's hollowness, his panic, his untethered way of existing, and even Xavier ached for me as everyone else here did. "It's that you're just... sitting in it. You won't help yourself and you won't let anyone else help you. We wanted you, Y/n. We were willing to help you until you could go home. But you didn't want us. You couldn't accept a world that wasn't yours. And I get it but..." He shrugged, at a loss for words.

A tear fell down Y/n's cheek and he watched as Xavier suddenly avoided his gaze. So much had been said, and yet there was still so much to say. Y/n felt that tug, that pull, and he knew he had nothing to hold onto to keep him here. His powers had always been like being pulled by a magnet. When they activated he was caught in a tsunami, a storm that ripped him away - unless he could hold onto something. But there was nothing to hold onto. 

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

Xavier looked up and his eyes went wide. His hand reached out for Y/n's shoulder and went through it. Y/n sighed, hanging his head and closing his eyes as he was ripped away from this Xavier, and this world, and sent spiraling into another. Like being sucked through a straw, or pulled backward at the waist by a string, he was yanked - and then he was falling.

Y/n didn't land. He never did. He just suddenly stopped being pulled, stopped falling, and opened his eyes to see a new world melting - like wet paint dripping down an upright canvas. And as it fell, it came into color and focus until a world filled in around him. This was an effect he was used to. He had landed.

Something in him burned as he realized that he was exactly where he had been standing, but in an entirely different world. He was in Nevermore Academy, in the exact same hallway and what seemed even the same time of day. This world even looked a lot closer to his, all of the differences he had noticed earlier being more accurate to how he remembered his own world.

In fact, it was so similar...

Immediately Y/n was running, as fast as his feet could carry him. He heard the bell ring and sprinted to the nearest classroom that belonged to his friends. His eyes widened when, as if summoned by the perfect moment, Wednesday exited her classroom just as Y/n turned the corner. He froze but the girl looked around as if sensing that she was being watched and met his eyes immediately. Her eyes shot wide and she moved quickly to him. "Where have you been?" She demanded. "if you say you went on some expedition without me because there's a new mystery and didn't involve me-"

Her stop was most assuredly because Y/n was crying. He held up his hand, palm facing the left, all fingers curled in except his pinky. It was something they had done when Enid was more demanding for affection but Y/n, who was better at holding himself back, had asked what Wednesday would have preferred and she allowed that physical contact was gross but brief, small touches were fine. They had started linking their pinkies as a show of affection or to make a promise, or to ground each other when either of them were upset or displaced. Sometimes to see if their argument had gone too for, or to test if they were forgiven. It was their thing.

Y/n wept harder when Wednesday reached up, hooking their pinkies together. "I'm back," Y/n whispered in a shaky tone. He felt his knees go weak and he leaned against the wall, letting his hand drop from Wednesday.

Wednesday stalled, reaching out to help Y/n up but being stopped by not wanting to touch him. With help from Y/n, everyone and gotten a lot better at giving Wednesday her space. She had gotten used to prioritizing her want to keep distance. She went to close the distance but Y/n put a hand out, pressing it against her shoulders to keep her away.

"Don't," he reassured her. His eyes flickered around the hall and relief hit him as he saw someone he recognized. "Bianca!"

The siren turned, searching for who had called her name. When she saw Y/n she reacted much as Wednesday had; eyes wide and steps fast. She dipped down and scooped Y/n, helping him stand as she asked, "Where the hell have you been?"

So time had passed. Lovely. "How long have I ben gone?"

That seemed to only worry the two girls more (what good could come from Y/n not knowing how much time had passed while he'd been wherever he'd been?) but Wednesday answered anyway. "A month and a half. The police stopped looking. They already don't care much about us, but when there was no trail or evidence to go off... even I stopped looking. I didn't stop hoping something would turn up, jumping at every opportunity, but there really was nothing to go off of." I appreciated her honesty/ It actually was a relief more than anything to know she hadn't gone insane looking for me... though I was also sure she was downplaying it at least a little bit. She hated when people worried about her or felt bad for her sake.

Y/n sighed, shaking his head. "Get me to the nurse's office. Then I need to see Weems, and..." He swallowed, terrified of seeing Xavier for some reason. Terrified that this wouldn't be exactly his world or that somehow he would still be lost. Maybe it was just a really close world. There were infinite worlds with infinite possibilities - there was a handful at least that would be minorly indistinguishable. Where it would all be the same but he and Xavier hadn't ended up together or one of them had died or-

He tried to stop overthinking.

The girls didn't push him, just did what he asked. He knew they did it so that they could pressure him to talk about what had happened while he was missing when they got back, and he prepared himself when Weems entered the room. Her recognition was back, her worry deep and overflowing with love and care. She reached out, brushing a piece of hair out of his face before her eyes raked him looking for injury.

One he would have complained. Now he almost broke into tears of joy again.

He explained everything, in only the details that needed to be said. Going to another world, why he had gone there and how it had all gone wrong, and that the other versions of them didn't recognize him but tried to help anyway. That they took good care of him.

It wasn't enough. They knew him too well, knowing that "they didn't recognize me" held a deep weight to him, but they didn't push. Half because they knew he couldn't handle it at this very moment and half because they wanted to switch gears to getting him to eat and drink water. Traveling had always been draining. he had been gone for less time for them than for him, but it had still been risky. The first time Y/n had traveled like this, it hadn't been on the scale of traveling whole dimensions and he had still been sick for weeks when he'd come back.

Enid showed up, with Eugene and Ajax. Ajax had brought more snacky foods, which had been a nice gesture and drove home even more the familiarity in this world. Eugene sat with him and distracted Y/n with help from Enid as she updated him on all the drama he had missed and Eugene went off about all the homework he had collected for Y/n and the notes he had taken. Eugene hadn't missed a single day. He hadn't lost hope.

It meant a lot.

"You were of course the biggest news," Enid sighed. "It was a really big deal until super recently. Weems wanted everyone to let it go until there was some kind of hope. So we could maybe start mourning you. It didn't look like you were coming back, and Xavier was struggling with everyone coming up with news to-" Bianca cleared her throat and suddenly Enid slammed her mouth shut.

Y/n's eyes had shot very wide. "What about Xavier?" He had been worried? In what way? Oh god were they hetero best friends? Were they brothers? Oh god Y/n was going to be sick.

Before she could answer the door opened and there was Xavier - as if he had been summoned. There was a very thick silence in the room as he didn't hesitate in the doorway, rushing to Y/n's side and sitting down, taking his hand. Okay definitely not platonic. "Are you okay?" He whispered? Y/n laughed, near hysterical.

Weems cleared her throat this time. "Everyone but Mr. Thorpe please leave the room. I think these two need some time to talk." That was enough for everyone else. They were gone and the two were alone. Y/n had never been more grateful to her than in that moment. 

Xavier swallowed. "Enid texted me the run down. I..." he pursed his lips, pausing for a moment. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Y/n didn't know exactly which part Xavier wanted to talk about. "I..." He let his head fall back on the dashboard. "Honestly the hardest part was being away from you guys in an emotional, even though all of you were right there. It would have been easier if I have been stranded somewhere without you entirely." He laughed without humor, his voice breaking. 

"What can I do to help?" Xavier asked. Y/n looked him and felt his anxiety melt away as he saw an undeniable expression in the other boy's eyes. That oh-so familiar expression Y/n had seen a million times. The care and familiarity; the readiness to help; the love that poured from him.

Y/n swallowed. "What are we here?" It was an insane question for Y/n to ask, when up until now he had been delivering everything as if he was sure he was home, which meant their relationship should have been known, but Xavier knew him too well to question it. Anxiety never made sense.

"We're dating." Y/n sighed in relief, nodding his head. It was easier to ask questions after that, as he went through every single detail and verified it to make sure he really had come home.

He had.

When Y/n went quiet again, Xavier spoke. "Is there anything else I can do?"

Y/n shook his head, smiling. "Stay with me a while."

Xavier kissed his forehead. "Of course." Y/n closed his eyes, this time laying his head on Xavier's shoulder. And everything was okay again. Y/n wouldn't be trying any traveling risky like he had again, so it would be okay forever.

For him at least. In another world, a different Xavier stood in a hallway, eyes wide and heart breaking. He had been getting through to Y/n. Y/n was about to let go of his old world, and maybe they could have...

But no. Y/n was gone, and Xavier was alone again. He never would have had Wednesday, but knowing he would never have Y/n had been a different kind of pain. Y/n had been wrong after all, he had been over Wednesday for a long time. She was happy and out of his reach and he had been ready to move on. Not wanting her, but wanting what she had. And then someone already in love with him had dropped out of the sky, and he had tried to reach out to him again and again, see if they could make it in this world.

But Y/n had wanted to go back home.

Xavier put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, turning and walking to the principal's office to tell her that Y/n had gone home. It would be a lie - he wasn't sure - but a hopeful lie. He really hope the boy had made it. That he had gotten everything he had so missed. At least one of them should get a happy ending.

#xavier thorpe #wednesday #x reader #male reader #wedneaday x reader

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Chapters: 1/1

Words: 11,234

Fandom: Moby Dick - Herman Melville

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Starbuck/Mary Starbuck/Original Female Character(s), Captain Ahab/Starbuck (Moby Dick), Starbuck/Mary Starbuck (Moby Dick), Starbuck/Original Male Character(s), (it's a polycule but it's mid-expansion and also during the 1840s so it's a bit messy, but they're working it out) - Relationship

Characters: Starbuck, Mary Starbuck, Starbuck's Son, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Captain Ahab (mentioned)

Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Polyamory, Polyamorous Character, Polyamory Negotiations, Queer Awakening, Bittersweet, Depressed Starbuck (Moby Dick), Hurt/Comfort, Alcohol, cowboy, Brief Sexual Content, Starbuck is a sad wet cat who sucks and I like him so much

Summary: The sea has taken all that Starbuck has ever known: his father, his brothers, his wish for a peaceful future with the woman he loves. Now, he fears, it has taken his only friend as well.

He misses Ahab, so much that it is sending him spiraling away from all his known lovings and comforts. He misses Ahab, so much that he would do anything to feel that even a piece of him is still here. He misses Ahab, and he burns. Oh, how he burns.

Or: The Cowboy Fic :3

special thanks to @pocketsizedquasar for getting me into MD, as usual, but also for putting up with me talking abt this fic for months, as well as beta reading it for me, and for @comfycouchcat who helped me with some LOAD bearing plot and character decisions <3

#moby dick #mobydick #starhab #the great nantucket polycule #starbuck #melville #herman melville #moby dick fic #mobydick fic #classic lit #litblr #my writing #mossy writes #HAPPY THANKSIGIVNG I FUCKING GUESS LOL I AM MAKING IT A TREND FOR THIS QUAKER TO BE IN SITUATIONS ON AMERICAN HOLIDAYS #mossy speaks