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Ted Lasso, Post-"Man City" scene that I wrote beause I wanted it.
Roy drives Jamie home after the man City Game. No romance, but there are crepes, so that's pretty neat-o!
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Ted Lasso, Post-"Man City" scene that I wrote beause I wanted it.
Roy drives Jamie home after the man City Game. No romance, but there are crepes, so that's pretty neat-o!
If you’re anything like the Batman back home, our relationship is one of grudging respect, at best.
i want to do a w.i.t.c.h. rewatch, but i just know im gonna get sucked into will/caleb again, a ship that will never sail it’s been fifteen years and im still not over it (heh, sound familiar? -eyes zutara-), and idk if im emotionally ready for that
on the other hand, it will probably be fuel for the multichapter fic that has been percolating in my head for over a decade. possible plus side???
would anyone actually read it is the question.
Prompt #17: Obeisant
She wearied of being obeisant to this man, or that; she wearied of ducking her head, or lowering her gaze. She wearied of lip service. She wearied of her own weakness that meant she had no choice but to play along with someone else’s games.
Why should she offer up deference that all but choked her? More binding than chains, to give as much to another; just one more way to set a tone that would be all too difficult to break from later - as ever, once a beast has seen you show weakness, or fear? There is no going back, no erasing what they’ve had a taste of.
So she raised her head high, and held the gazes of those about her - stubborn, and unafraid - unwilling to give ground.
Save for one. What she would not give, she knew he would simply take, should the notion strike him. And ultimately, what she wanted from him...she’d frustratedly give ground for. She’d never fooled herself about what people were...especially not ones like him; though she gave no more than she must, and not without fierce reluctance. Thus grudging obeisance, when it was demanded, was given...much to her own chagrin, and surprise.
Still, she defied the notion that she wasn’t just as good as he was - as capable of cunning and ruthlessness; she was, simply, unrefined. She was...becoming.
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someone come to me and convince me not to do this...
TALE AS OLD AS TIME. TUNE AS OLD AS SONG. BARELY EVEN FRIENDS. THEN SOMEBODY BENDS. THEY STILL DON’T LIKE EACH OTHER BUT THERE’S ENOUGH GRUDGING RESPECT THAT THEY WANT TO MAKE OUT. BEAUTY AND THE BEEEEEAST
DAMMIT ZOE NO
okay for all that crowler is kind of a total bitch at this point he's a pretty good duelist