Beetee’s expression one of reluctance as he squints up at the clear autumn sun
*snort* Oh boy the things he does for love.
shut up jaime no one asked you to this comment party
“You don’t give a shit about respecting healthy mature sexuality, you liar. You think the idea of Beetee having sex is hilarious and you hope Adessa takes charge because you think that’s hot.”
100%
“‘I’ll knight you, big boy’?”
gdi jaime i said you weren't invited to this comment party
“She is right about one thing, child,” said the voice of death behind them, ice and steel wrapped in a charcoal pantsuit. “That impression was absolutely hideous.”
This is not where I thought this story was going, but I'm so glad we're here. (death wrapped in a charcoal pantsuit omg)
the curve of Adessa’s eyebrow gives him full-on heart palpitations
aaaaah the visual here is great
“I don’t know anything about chess,” he bursts out. “Or love notes.”
“Clearly.”
Bwhahahahahhahahahahahahhahahha perfection
Misha, still on the ground, looks up at Adessa with a suspiciously touched expression, almost like she might be feeling a genuine emotion.
I love how you handled this.
She strolls away without crunching a single leaf underfoot, leaving Devon to wonder whether the encounter really happened or he hallucinated the entire exchange.
*slowclap* I didn't know I needed this fic, but apparently I really did! Thank you <3333333
*snort* Oh boy the things he does for love.
shut up jaime no one asked you to this comment party
“You don’t give a shit about respecting healthy mature sexuality, you liar. You think the idea of Beetee having sex is hilarious and you hope Adessa takes charge because you think that’s hot.”
100%
“‘I’ll knight you, big boy’?”
gdi jaime i said you weren't invited to this comment party
“She is right about one thing, child,” said the voice of death behind them, ice and steel wrapped in a charcoal pantsuit. “That impression was absolutely hideous.”
This is not where I thought this story was going, but I'm so glad we're here. (death wrapped in a charcoal pantsuit omg)
the curve of Adessa’s eyebrow gives him full-on heart palpitations
aaaaah the visual here is great
“I don’t know anything about chess,” he bursts out. “Or love notes.”
“Clearly.”
Bwhahahahahhahahahahahahhahahha perfection
Misha, still on the ground, looks up at Adessa with a suspiciously touched expression, almost like she might be feeling a genuine emotion.
I love how you handled this.
She strolls away without crunching a single leaf underfoot, leaving Devon to wonder whether the encounter really happened or he hallucinated the entire exchange.
*slowclap* I didn't know I needed this fic, but apparently I really did! Thank you <3333333
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I'M GLAD YOU ENJOYED THAT ONE Beetee and Adessa is the best crackship that ever became a serious and actually very sweet (??) romance
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