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[dr-habitual]

I don’t know how much you know about the Princess Bride or my au for it so feel free to ignore this but,,,,some Boris and Kamal for that au would make me die from happiness! (If you haven’t seen the au but are still interested, Boris is Buttercup and Kamal is Whestley)

maek shore to giv ur rescu-er a kissie! ;-)

[dandysolace]

“Do you even still love me?” For Boris and Kamal in the Princess Bride au???

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Tending to the fields had long since become mindless work to Boris. He knew how to care for the plants that he and his mothers reared better than he knew how to care for himself, and that is what he appreciated about the work. When his nails were caked in soil or the calluses on his hands were being torn again, all thoughts left his brain. These past few weeks this work had been the only time that he felt no anxiety, no impatience, no foolish, foolish hope; as such, if he wasn’t in the town waiting alertly for any seed of news of Kamal, he was in their fields.

Jerafina had had to ask him to work a different section of land so as to not overwork their crops, and suggested the patches surrounding their home. “Flowers, perhaps,” Lulia had said when asked what he should plant there. Jerafina had simply said that anything would be fine.

On many of his and Kamal’s walks they had taken note of the flowers growing throughout the nearby forest. Flowers had always appealed to Boris, though he hadn’t had much of a desire to grow them before. He carefully uproots blue salvias he had found long ago near a large, flat rock where he and Kamal had rested at many times, and lavender from the near the remains of the fallen tree trunk, and aster from the edges of the boot-worn path.

He ignores the lilies spread throughout the forest’s grounds.

Replanting the flowers pulls him away from the memories drudged up of Kamal’s hand in his and his lips on Kamal. He buries them deep inside him.

It’s near-night by the time Lulia pulls him away from his task. His body is slow and clumsy from the rest he has denied himself, and his brain is starting to buzz lazily with thought again. He cleans the dirt from under his nails and in the creases of his hands with a calm discontent, the water waking his mind. Boris is quiet through the late dinner the three have, and his chest feels like it’s covered with windowpane frost as he softly shrugs away his mothers’ careful and concerned attempts to comfort him with a hand on his shoulder or a close hug.

When he lays in his bed sleep does not come to him. His tired body has not led to a tired mind, and his thoughts have finally drifted to some kind of clarity. It is unbearable.

He stands and leaves his bed quietly, and enters into the just-warm night. The sky is clouded, but the moonbeams that spill out in small splatters are enough to light the land surrounding him for a good distance. As he sits on a stool just outside the stable, he allows his traitorous mind to grab at those painful thoughts.

Boris sobs as he thinks about Kamal. No wedding would be worth the complete lack of communication that he has had with him. He should have begged Kamal to stay more than he had. Kamal should have never left. They were happy together. They were happy.

And with that, the floodgates opened. Boris wailed silently as he tumbled over thoughts and possibilities of what Kamal might be doing in America. The stories gossiped in town over card tables and in market corners spoke of prosperity and advantage; the vastness and variety of the land meant that Kamal could be doing so many things, seeing so many things that Boris could never conceive of. It would be likely that he would stay near where he docked to return with little hassle, so perhaps he was working as a longshoreman. Or maybe Kamal was traveling across the mountains and plains, working in one farm one week and a different one the next. What people had he met? Beautiful men with lovely voices? Handsome women with kind hearts? “Do you even still love me?”

Boris collapses in on himself at that. If he hadn’t felt his breath against the hand cupping his mouth, he wouldn’t have realised he had said anything. His body shakes, and he falls into the kind of crying that consumes the entirety of someone.

When the last of his tears fall and all he is left with is his haggard breathing, Boris composes himself. He stands with a deep breath and wipes his face with cold water before retiring to his bed, weary and numb. Tomorrow would come sooner now that he would be able to sleep, and in just a few days, the eleventh month since Kamal’s leave would be upon them. He would return home to Boris soon.

[whenthedeeppurplefalls]

“Do you even still love me?” With Boris and Kamal in the Princess Bride au? (I have tunnel vision I love this au sishskdj)

.10 Do you even still love me? (ANGSTY BOI TIME) Boris sat stiff on the rock as his savior (and possible soon-to-be murderer?) casually sliced through the bonds on his wrists. His hands newly free, Boris stood, grateful for once for his immense height. He towered over the man in black, and glared at him. The man in black smiled, the lower half of his face thankfully uncovered.

“Rest, your highness.” He said. His voice was strangely pleasant and familiar, yet cruelly condescending. Boris scowled. 

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that,” Boris snarled, his arms hanging tense by his side. They were standing on the highest peak of the cliff, and far off on a nearby ridge, Boris thought he could see the distant figures of men on horseback. He smiled slightly. 

“You wound me, your highness. Tell me, what have I done to earn your ire?” The man in black spread his arms wide, a smug grin staining his face. Boris huffed in anger. 

“You killed the one person I’ve ever loved.” He growled. “You’re a murderer.” The man in black’s smile faltered. 

“Your princess is still alive, your highness. As far as I know, I never had any reason to kill her.” 

Boris rolled his eyes. “Not her!” He shouted. “You killed my beloved. He was a simple farm boy. He was going to make his fortune so we could be married, but you, you- you monster. You slaughtered him.” 

The smile was entirely gone from the stranger’s face. He seemed tense, confused almost, his fists curling and uncurling. “Your… Your beloved is lucky I killed him. If he had… if he had known how his lover would betray him, he would have begged me to kill him even quicker!” 

Boris lunged forward.“You mock my pain.” He snarled. 

The stranger smiled a cruel, sad smile.“Tell me,” The man in black said, his dark eyes roaming Boris’s face. “Tell me honestly. Do you even still love him?” 

Boris recoiled as if he had been stabbed, face pale. 

The man in black was shaking, though so subtly No one could have noticed it.

“Do you?” The man in black whispered. 

Boris gaped.“His…” Boris began, tears forming in his eyes. 

“His name was Kamal. Kamal Bora. And you… You mocked me once. Never do it again. I died that day.” He looked deep into the man in black’s eyes. His lip curled in disgust and hatred.

“And you can die too, for all I care!” 

And with a great and mighty shove, the man in black went sprawling over the cliff.

[sevenrelics]

I’m Max! I’m baby,,, I just want everyone to be happy and comfy but I will throw down if someone’s being a jerk. I am full of love, anxiety, and depression. I love writing, and I’ve been told I’m fairly good at it! I would like to die pls dkdhsbdkxhx

garyl kicks you in the head and you die. not during pttm but the reason he’s gone for so much of the season is that he caught the scent of you, you specifically, and chose to chase you down and obliterate you. being the nice person you are and a very gentle half elf you tame him like you’re the star of a hallmark For Girls! horse movie. he becomes your loyal companion, and you two ride through faerun together. eventually, taako demands his presence, and he caves in your skull because he knows the bond between you would be too strong to resist. parting is such sweet sorrow and his pain is unimaginable. you experience no pain because your frontal lobe is now caked in dirt 

[whenthedeeppurplefalls]

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.” With Kamal and Boris from the princess bride au? (You can replace hug with kiss if you want ;) )

17. “If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.” Not as fluffy as it could be, but eh.

“Kamal!” 

Kamal panted, adjusting Boris in his arms once again as he ran through the fire swamp, muscles heaving. There was no way to tell how far away Princess Martha and her men were at this point. Kamal ran as though every tree held a soldier hidden behind it, though his arms grew more and more strained under the weight of his beloved. 

“Kamal, stop.” 

Kamal finally shuddered to a halt, panting. Gently, he set Boris on the ground, and leaned back against a tree, gasping for breath. Boris stood, brushing his dress off. Still in a state of shock, he made his way to Kamal slowly, feeling as though he was walking underwater.

“Kamal. Let me see your arm.” Without making eye contact with him, Kamal raised his arm, revealing the deep gash carved into it. Boris gasped, and grabbed Kamal’s forearm. Kamal flinched. Apologetically, Boris released him, and bent down. Taking up a section of his long skirt, he tore a strip off of it despite Kamal’s protest. 

“It’s not much,” Boris confided to him. “I never had much healing knowledge.” Carefully, he wrapped Kamal’s arm, flinching at the speed the blood soaked through the thin cloth. The Y’owl’s weren’t strong physically, but their beaks were sharper than a soldier’s sword, and could penetrate through the toughest armor. Kamal suppressed a whimper. As Boris leaned down to tie the wrap, Kamal took his face into his hands.

“Boris,” He said. His voice was rough. He licked his lips. “I’ll be fine. It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.” Boris said. “I couldn’t do enough. This is all my fault. I could have stopped it from hurting you and I didn’t do anything.” 

“If you had done something, you might have gotten hurt too.” Kamal hissed as his arm throbbed in pain, and pressed his face to Boris’s neck. 

“I just need you.” Kamal said. “I don’t need anything else but you. If you don’t kiss me right now, I might fall apart.” 

Boris’s gaze softened. He leaned forward, until his forehead was pressed against Kamal’s. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “This is all because of me.” 

Slowly, gently, he brushed his lips against Kamal’s. Kamal reached up and wrapped his arms around his neck. 

There came a shout from off in the distance. They broke apart, as if a spell had been broken. 

“Come on,” Said Kamal, taking Boris’s hand. “We can’t delay any longer. They’ll be on us soon if we aren’t careful.” 

And off they ran together.

[whenthedeeppurplefalls]

“They may not understand you, but I do.” With Parsley and Borbra in the Princess Bride au???

This isn’t a very long one, but here we go!  “So… Y’owl’s?” 

“Yes, y’owl’s.”

“...The y’owl’s that live in the fireswamp. And try to rip people to shreds.” Parsley said, raising an eyebrow.

“They aren’t that bad, Parsley! They just have a temperament. You have to treat animals with dignity and respect!” Borbra said, putting her hands on her hips. The tiny ship rocked back and forth slightly as she paced up and down the deck. The boss, who still sat beside the bound and gagged prince, rolled his eyes, and turned away to keep his eye on the ship that still followed from far off in the distance.

“So… you really want to catch one? And keep it? As a pet?” Parsley said, the hand that had been sharpening his sword coming to a halt. “Pardon me, Borbra. I just find it a bit odd.”

Borbra smiled. “I find it odd that you can stand to drink so much, but I don’t judge you for it.” 

“Now wait a minute, wait. I don’t judge you for anything! I do your rhymes with you, don’t I?” He did, that was true. Even when they had been rhyming for several hours, to the point where the boss would threaten to fire them both. “Listen, I’m sorry.” Parsley said. “You listen to me talk about my… quest… So I’ll listen to you. Go on, tell me about the Y’owl’s.” 

Borbra grinned and took a seat beside him.

“You know, the boss thinks you’re odd, too.” She said. 

Parsley grinned, letting out a short chuckle. 

“I’d say he feels that way about both of us. Our, uh, guest might feel the same.” 

Borbra looked back at the large figure, who had been sitting so stiff and still one might have thought he had turned into a statue somewhere along the way. 

“Well,” She said. “I don’t know if I blame him.” A ping of sadness shot through her. It was hard to be a villain. It wasn’t at all a fun job, but at this point in her life, there wasn’t much else for her. Parsley must have noticed the sadness on her face, as he leaned up and patted her shoulder. 

“Hey.” He said. “They may not understand you, but I do.” 

Borbra laughed. “Right back at you, kid.” 

[dr-habitual]

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YOYUARE VERY SWEET THANMKLS YOUA!!!

i am trying to fight the little gremlin in my brain that calls everything cringe thank u for the support jdkfhssj

[dr-habitual]

Your passionate rant has given me the courage to make a self insert for a fandom I recently got into cuz it’s what I deserve

DO IT, LOVE URSELF, HAVE FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!