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I think we can all agree that reading the perfect fanfiction is one of the best feelings one can experience. But I think we don’t talk enough about the process of finding said fanfiction. Like I am a wine sommelier searching the catacombs of the castle (Ao3) for the perfect wine for my king (me). I will be beheaded if I don’t make the right choice (I’ll be mildly disappointed). But I am a connoiseur, I know exactly what I’m looking for. I enter the catacombs (open Ao3) and make my way to the wine cellar (search for a ship and use filters). I slowly go through every single one of the hundreds of thousands of options like a librarian searching for a book in an endless library. I’m a professional, I will not allow myself to get distracted. I know this place like the back of my hand and I know it’s secrets (tags). I find a fitting bottle and check the label (read the description) I nod to myself, I check the date (when it was last updated). Perfect. Now the most important part, I open the bottle and fill a small crystal glass with the red liquid. I swirl the wine carefully under my nose, breathing in it’s aroma (checking the tags). I smell berries (hurt/comfort) and cinnamon (enemies to lovers) with a hint of caramel (slow burn). I raise the glass to my lips tasting it’s aroma, it’s sweet but it has a stale aftertaste (a tag I don’t like). I go for the next bottle repeating the same ordeal. Again it’s promising, but just not perfect. But I can’t give up. I cannot disappoint my king, for the feast will soon begin (it’s time for bed). I wander deeper into the catacombs, checking bottles left and right. Exhaustion overcomes me (I get slightly sleepy) and I am ready to accept my fate. (No bed time story)
But then, after what feels like forever (10 minutes max) I finally find it, the perfect wine. It’s aroma unlike anything else, a taste even the gods would envy and I know my king will be happy (I’ll read the whole night instead of sleeping)
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