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    Aziraphale summons a demon to his bookshop to demand (*politely ask) a little favor of him. Was it a great idea to summon a literal demon from hell to be your friend for a bit? Maybe not. But Aziraphale has been a bit lonely lately, and he's tried everything, really. Turns out the demon he calls is less Demon and more Grumpy, Cuddly Man, but, hey. He's not complaining.

    Aziraphale sells his soul in exchange for friendship, and gets more than he bargained for.

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    27 Nov 2022

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    “I left my entire life behind to find you,” Stede informs him. “My— family, my home, because that— What I went back to wasn’t my life or my family or my home. Anymore. Because you are.”

    Ed tightens his grip on the sword, unable to understand, unable to do anything but understand. He thinks the same horrified wounded animal that screams inside of him is inside of Stede right now, too, begging to be fed.

    “But if I’m not that for you,” Stede says, and tilts the sword up just a little bit, until the point brushes the bob of his throat as he speaks. “Then you can kill me now. Because I came here for you, and I’ve got nothing else but you. So, if you won’t have me, just kill me.”

     

    or: stede comes back to the revenge, sees the absolute mess ed has made of himself, and decides there's nothing he won't do to make him happy again.

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    11 Nov 2022

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    “I think I’ve fucked up,” Stede confesses.

    “Yeah,” Lucius tells him, “but don’t take it too hard. I might’ve fucked up, too, if somebody dragged me out of bed to tell me I’d ruined their family, and my own, and destroyed the love of my life’s entire legacy, and then, like— blew their own whole fucking head off. Like, that— I get that, Cap’n. That makes sense.”

    Stede nods, keeping his eyes forward. After a beat, he can’t maintain the calm, and he needs the human connection, turning back to look at Lucius. He actually spills over, then, eyes burning.

    “Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Lucius comments, but Stede is already carefully standing up so he can bend and hug Lucius without capsizing their vessel.

     
    or: stede saves his crew, draws a duel, and reunites with the love of his life, though he's certain he's going to die every step of the way.

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    11 Nov 2022

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    “What’s wrong?” Stede asks him, as if nothing at all has happened, as if he wasn’t just— just laying dead in the shadows of Ed’s nightmares, as if Ed didn’t know what his eyes looked like without light in them, now.

    Ed doesn’t even ask him why the fuck he’s in the wardrobe, or explain the horrible dream he’s had, or try to understand what the hell’s happening. All he wants is Stede, and he’d thought he was gone, and he’s here; he doesn’t need to know anything more than that. He’s here.

    Stumbling forward, Ed collides with Stede as soon as he can reach him, wrapping him up in a sloppy, disoriented embrace, nearly tangling them up in his haste to get his arms around him. Their heads almost knock; Stede catches him, and Ed twists to bury his face in Stede’s throat, instead.

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    11 Nov 2022

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    "Geralt isn’t sorry, per se. Jaskier’s chest rises and falls under Geralt’s palm in the slow rhythm of sleep. It’s the loveliest thing Geralt can remember waking up to, and therein lies the problem. An emotion fed only grows, and this unruly, sprawling affection is the worst offender. Stupidly, Geralt had thought getting this out of his system would quell it, but the longing reaches a fever pitch instead. "

    As it turns out, falling into bed with your very best friend who you are privately very much in love with isn't nearly so nerve wracking as waking up with them the morning after.

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