Feb 25, 2023
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Me: *writing gay shit* Also me: Wow, that’s some gay shit
I see people writing paragraphs upon paragraphs of deep analysis of their ship and I always think “omg! I have deep analysis too! I should write one!” and then I open the word doc and my brain immediately go “Blorbo and Scrunklo go brrrrrrrrr”
Cannot believe my most popular post is Bowuigi.
If you're following me because of this ship, I'm sorry to inform you that's not the size difference ship I'm crazy about.
Now if you're interested in willowmartigan, be welcomed!
Once you told me that you couldn't see a life without me.
Without us.
You were right, this can't be called life.
Now I'm surviving without you.
Hello, Willow fandom.
I'm in a quest of mine to plenish our AO3 with Willowmartigan fics.
That's a real serious issue that I'm treating with real serious caution.
SO IF YOU WANT TO REQUEST A FANFIC, YOU CAN DO IT.
Even if it's just like "Willow wants to fuck Madmartigan so bad it's stupid" I'LL DO IT.
JUST THROW IDEAS AT ME, GONNA CATCH THEM ALL
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Would you look at that! Another thing!
This one was a request by @javaberrychip1998 I hope you like it!
My Life is Yours to Take
"You once told me you would "follow the Nelwyn" Willow's voice resonated in the silent room.
The rag on the Knight's sword stopped, Madmartigan looked over to the reading mage.
Their eyes did not meet.
"Actually, I told Airk that, not you" even without looking, Willow could see the Knight's characteristic smirk.
But he didn't smile back.
"... You would follow the Nelwyn..." The page of the book became messy with the pressure of the magus' finger.
"..."
"..."
Madmartigan put the sword and rag aside, averting his eyes from the Nelwyn to the ground.
"Well, you can't say I lied" He crossed his fingers together, his head low.
"No... No, I can't"
"Then what's the point of the tears, Willow?"
The Nelwyn refused to look surprised, it was only natural Madmartigan already knew the telltale signs of him suppressing his feelings.
He closed his eyes, hiding his tears from himself.
"If not a desperate situation, if not the world's weight at our shoulders, if not the prophesied war at our doorstep... Would you still follow the Nelwyn?" He closed the book in his lap, his fingers gripping the leather cover.
Madmartigan sighed and closed his eyes. So that's what this is about, huh? He thought.
"A lot of if's there..." He went on. "You elaborate such a complicated question, full of allegories and possibilities, and with such a stupid answer"
The Nelwyn held his breath, he knew it. He knew Madmartigan just said that in the heat of the moment, just a way of convincing himself he could go on in such crazy predicaments, just a bold answer to quell his past doubts and to prove his honor even for the last time to the Galladoorn soldier.
"It doesn't matter" He felt his hands being taken away, the book falling to the ground with an inaudible thud.
Willow opened his eyes.
Madmartigan met his stare.
The blues clashing, violent skies meeting the peaceful ocean.
"If" Madmartigan's voice hanged in the room "if our situations were completely different, if our encounter to never happen, if our lives hadn't taken us where we are now... None of it matter"
He bowed, his forehead touching Willow's hands.
"I follow you, Willow Ufgood. Your place is my place, your faith is my faith, your dreams, your struggles and woes, they're mine to bear with. As is my life yours to take and have, whenever you want."
The tears fell from Willow's eyes, his turve vision being cleared, revealing the Knight's religious position.
As if in prayer, as if asking the deities above, as if he put Willow as his own divinity to glorify.
He gasped, feeling the moist lips on his palms.
"And even if such realities different of us exists someplace, somehow, it would too not matter to me, as this life is the only I need. Right here, beside you"
"Don't be ridiculous, you can't know such-!"
The sky met the ocean in a kiss.
They closed their eyes, finishing the kiss but not their closeness. Their shared breathing the only sound they could hear beside their thumping hearts.
Their joined hands holding for dear life.
Don't go.
Never.
Their silent conversation going forever.
"As long as you'll have me, I'll follow you. That's the vow I'm giving you once more"
"That's a long time to follow one's life"
"No, I'm following you, not your life, for that is also mine to live trough"
"Then your life is also mine to live as long as you'll follow me"
The Knight smiled with the hint of amusement on the sorcerer's voice.
"Then we shall live our lives together until then"
"Yes, until then"
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The third chapter is out now!
Featuring stupid pining and violent flirting.