okay so I have a carnal need for someone to write a tma time travel fix-it but the second s5 Jon walks into the Archive and sees Tim, he starts crying and gives him the tightest, most air constricting hug ever.
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cw death , discussion of violence , romeo and juliet related stuff but it’s meant to be taken lightly/jokingly bc they died but got better
reincarnation/romeo and juliet au where you’re mutual friends with suna, you don’t talk to him much, but he just gives you bad vibes. you don’t really like him.
when he cracks jokes, you roll your eyes. when someone mentions how hot he is, you wrinkle your nose. you don’t dislike him, there’s just something about him that… irks you.
then one day you’re at a friend’s house, maybe playing drinking games, maybe a little buzzed. it’s warm, and you pull your sweater over your head, looking around for a place to put it down. on your way to the couch, you stumble, and a hand lands on your waist, where your shirt is riding up, just a pinky against your bare skin.
“you okay?” suna starts, but you can barely hear him, vision suddenly swimming with visions of a totally different world. he’s there again, though, and suddenly you know what’s always been so off about him.
you can’t tell if you’re standing on the cold stone of a castle or the hardwood floor of a modern-day apartment.
“did,” you bring a hand up to rub your head, a little ache starting to form. “did you—”
“touch me,” he says, desperate, and you lay a hand on his cheek and feel the echoes of his own past life reverberating through your touch. you don’t have to ask by the time he lets you go, hand falling from where it had clasped around your wrist. he felt it too. he saw you.
you stare at each other, two people blurring into one.
“i always thought you were beautiful,” he says after a long minute. you snort.
“i never liked you,” you reply. “you left me! you died before i woke up!” it’s a strange wound, the memory of coming into the light and finding him beyond asleep beside you.
“i died for you!” he argues, laughing, and your hands are around him, pulling him close, seeking his heartbeat.
“you should have waited.” you look up at him, hoping your gaze can communicate what your sharp words fail to.
“look at us,” he presses his forehead to yours. “i did.”
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(belated) WIP wednesday
I had this thought for a real angst fest of a fic where Gale loved Tav but had to stand by while she romanced Astarion and Halsin.
After Tav becomes illithid her lovers leave her and, unwilling to let herself become a threat to anyone, kills herself quietly in solitude.
This is a tiny excerpt where the tadfools reunite after finding out what happened.
“Well, you understand, Halsin,” Astarion says, looking for an ally. “You left her too.”
“That was different.”
A soft voice rises in challenge. “Was it indeed?” Gale, three sheets to the wind, isn’t looking at any of them. He’s spent the night alternating between staring out the window or into the depths of his whiskey.
“Of course, I still loved her. Her form didn’t change that.”
Gale’s bleary gaze finds Halsin’s and the accusation in them is scorching. “Your love,” he scoffs. “Your love didn’t stop you from leaving her alone though did it? How’s that haven you’ve been building out in the wilderness, eh? What a grand idea, I’m sure she was so happy for you too. Wouldn’t have even dreamed of imposing but, then, you didn’t even think to ask her to come with you did you?”
Halsin is the first to look away, something like shame coiling in his chest. It was true. He’d been thinking about how difficult her future was going to be, how grim to face such circumstances alone. Comforting her with assurances that nature would provide a place for her. And then he had left her to her fate all the while carving out a place for those seeking shelter and community. “The people–” he begins to explain but Gale’s eyes are bright and his tone is vicious.
“You didn’t even try.”
Astarion rolls his eyes. “It’s not like we could even be sure it was still her in there.”
“I was,” says Gale. "I was sure." There is no disguising the sheen of unshed tears in his eyes as he turns away, back to his corner by the window, gazing out at the night sky. “I did my duty, as she advised, I returned the crown to Mystra, and I came back to help my...my dear friend. I was going to invite her to Waterdeep for a spell, if her lovers could bear the separation so soon after our…victory.” Disgust colors his tone. “But I was too late.” He drains his glass and sniffs. “Always too fucking late.”
His glass smashes against the wall. Halsin flinches but Astarion is cool, composed. Disaffected. Gale has the insane urge to claw his eyes out.
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For the record, I’m considering how Alucard is during the final fight, and how Dante is when facing Vergil in DMC5
Edit: I should probably mention that this is Alucard at the beginning of the fight, so he has all of the souls for #lifehack. I could theoretically say that Seras is in this fight, but I feel like she wouldn’t make enough of a difference, so let’s just pretend she’s off fucking around with Integra
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