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sonoftydeusthemusical · 1 month ago

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My friend has never heard of Diomedes before; how would you describe him? Like his motivations, his way of thinking, his strengths and weaknesses, his relationships, major plot points?

(I would explain him myself but I'm still not that far in the Iliad.)

Hello, thank you soooo much for this ask and sorry for the late reply!

First of I want to say that we’re by no means experts on Diomedes. We’re still in the process of learning more about him and discovering and exploring him through this musical, so people with a background in ancient studies might have a more detailed/accurate analysis of him than we can provide at the moment. But we still try to answer you to the best of our abilities!

(You’re welcome to correct us in the comments/reblogs ^^” )

In the words of @holy_mother_of_whumpers:

Diomedes kicks ass more than anyone in the Iliad, is scolded more than anyone. Odysseus best friend (according to historians). Shitty childhood (incest, prophesies and and a lot of dead relatives, which is almost as ancient Greek backstories go), shitty post Troy (banished from his city, cursed by Aphrodite). Actually happy ending (founder of cities, immortalized by Athena).

He’s like Odysseus, but with an unbelievably tragic childhood and less disaster energy. He gets stuff done and slays doing it

But here’s our answer…sorry if this is turns out too long!

Starting out with your question about his motivations

Oath bound, Diomedes avenged his fathers death at the age of 14, sacking the city of Thebes (the epic surrounding it is called “Epigoni” but unfortunately it’s a story lost to history, also he was 4 when he took the oath, should that count rly? shouldn't there be an age of consent for oaths? anyway)

The story surrounding his fathers death is tragic and a bit disgusting (he ate brain and Athena who wanted to gift him immortality was too disgusted to do so)

Diomedes doesn’t remember his father, and he still gets compared a lot to him (just see Agamemnon low-key trash-talking him by stating how much of a better fighter his father was to motivate him for battle) so that kind of plays into his motivations

Additionally like so many other heroes, glory and honor are definitely also motivations of his. Often it is Athena who pushes or motivates him to many of his greatest deeds and other feats (like wounding Ares, throwing the spear at Dolon, beating everyone in the funeral games,…..yeah Athena HATES loosing)

What’s interesting that despite the fact that he was raised on war, later on – after Troy (and admittedly, even more warfare) – he’s said to have wanted to settle down more, founded his cities in peace (or as peaceful as life for kings was back then haha)

In the Iliad Diomedes is always the first to volunteer, and despite often getting treated rather badly (Nestor kicked him awake, my boy was even sleeping in his armour, Agamemnon calls him a coward) he tends to keep a cool head and doesn’t retaliate (…except that one time….or two?) BUT he also definitely doesn’t take BS, he calls out Agamemnon for being a bad leader when he suggests to leave (Diomedes insists they stay and fight until they won)

For his way of thinking…he’s rather pragmatic, a good strategist (mentored by athena), first to jump into the fray, trusts his own strength, knows when to back down/when to talk back, can get caught up in the heat of the moment in battles, doesn’t shy away from violence, lies & trickery…. (correct me on this if I'm wrong or missed something)

Strengths & Weaknesses

One thing that makes him stand out among the other heroes is that arguably, he’s one of the few greek heroes whose lives don’t end in a complete tragedy because of his hubris against the gods (…….wellll………..his wife betraying him after he injured aphrodite and being exiled for arogs is an instant where he still pays for his acts against the goddess, but its tame compared to many other heroes fates, who committed lesser crimes) and in the end he even gets deitified (or at least in some versions, like athena wanted to do with his father, but his father messed upppppp so…..)

He’s more level headed than many other heroes (cough Odysseus “i am in the infamous odysseus” King of Ithaca)

He’s one of the best fighters - or THE best fighter of the greeks next to Achilles, the trojans were more scared of him than of Achilles (….since Achilles didn’t fight) without him the Achaeans….would’ve probably lost the war

As for his weaknesses….one thing is something that’s not even within his own control: his young age (compared to the other kings), almost nobody realllyyyy respects him despite his badass deeds on the battlefield and good battle advice, his many ships he brought and his battle experience even before the war and two) the kind of lingering shame of his fathers final moments (nom nom brain, and failing to take Thebes), but also his fathers supposed greatness that he keeps getting compared to and has to live up to

Now…..his relationships…oh boy theres so many, I’ll try to sum up the most important ones I know in once sentence for each

His family:

His father: he doesn’t remember him, but people keep bringing him up and comparing him to him

We dont know much about his relationship with his mother

most…of his other (male) relatives die in his early youth (which is how he ends up as King of Argos) like his grandfathers, and his uncles…

The achaean kings:

Agamemnon: the boss who’s a bully, but Diomedes talks back to him sometimes at least (…unless he’s insulting him, he just accept that)

Ajax: Diomedes almost kills him during the funeral games….the acheans have to break up the fight

Achilles: Diomedes doesn’t like him, Dio is the only one who wants him punished for killing Diomedes cousin that everyone else hated

Odysseus: LOTS of tea to be found here (he seems to see Ody as a mentor figure and keeps picking him as companion for missions, they both have Athena as their patron goddess but while Odysseus leans a little bit more on the wisdom part, Diomedes leans more into the pure strength of battle, they work well together and have a bunch of missions together)

Comrades

Most noteable are Sthenelus (known him since early childhood) and Euryalus, who are with him in Troy, they were part of the Epigoni (its rly a long story)

His wife: is his cousin, he marries her to strengthen his rulership, in the end, its said that she betrayed him with a new lover and exiled him from his own kingdom (another long story)

Glaucus: they met on the battlefield and realized their grandfathers were bro’s so they didnt fight each other, and instead exchanged armours (but Diomedes got the better, golden armour, while Glaucus got the bronze armour..)

There is sooooo much more to say about him, all the stories of the Iliad, the events before AND after it, his relationship with Athena, etc. I barely scratched the surface here so maybe we have to make a whole series of posts about this one day so we can get more into detail because its so much! (Let us know if we should???)

I hope this answered some of your questions, though! And again thank you so much for your interest and apologies for the late reply!

#diomedes #SoT asks #the iliad #tagamemnon

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barbiewritesstuff · 7 months ago

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Glimpses: True Love's Embrace and True Love's Caress (Part two)

Thank you so so much to @ayselluna and @ladyspacey for requesting a part two. It means so much to me ❤️

Not proofread. Never proofread.

He paces in front of your tent, creating a path in the dirt where his feet dragged. Shadowheart is inside, stitching what she can't heal with Lae’zel’s help. The two of them have gotten close, closer than he expected if their sneaking back from that private clearing was any indication…. He tries to distract himself with that, the gossip, the drama he could create if he told Gale but your voice floats his way and he’s back to thinking about you.

You sound a little hoarse, and you speak barely above a whisper when you tell the girls you’re okay. You lie when they ask what happens, your version of events thankfully matching his own, because he'd been too much of a coward to admit to Gale and Karlach that you were wearing the matching magic rings everyone all but made you swear not to wear, and that Astarion hadn’t noticed until he’d been so lost staring at your perfect breasts that he'd gotten stabbed.

But then, where to start if he told the truth? They’d ask why you would give him the ring, something he wasn't so sure about either. There were multiple possibilities of course, one being that you'd realised he was bloody useless in a fight and decided he was the biggest liability. In order to preserve potions and reviving scrolls, you had casted a warding bond over him. That was the answer he liked best. The one that allowed him to turn the pain, grief and absolute terror bubbling inside him like an unsupervised cauldron into anger.

It wasn’t the correct reason of course, and deep down -- and let’s be honest, not so deep down -- he knew it.

There had been a few nights of passion, a couple of stolen moments of heavy petting when searching for loot or simply when no one was around to look, but these seemed overshadowed by the nights he forwent his meditations in favour of spending your watch by your side, sometimes chatting, sometimes not -- There was never the expectation to entertain you, something which, at first, made him wildly uncomfortable but that he now cherished.

There were the mornings you snuck into his tent to do your makeup in front of the only unbroken mirror in camp. You always tried so hard not to “wake” him, but he’d usually pretend to awaken halfway through you applying powder on your eyes -- Placing the blame on his being up on you was easier to admit he woke up specifically to gaze at you applying creams, powders and lipsticks, but at this point, he figures you know anyway. There’s no need to be subtle with you, no need to steal anything, even moments, when you made it clear through repeated actions that whatever he wanted to take, you would give freely, even your own blood.

There was also the matter of loot. How you stole anything that wasn’t nailed down (and some things that were, in fact, nailed down. You’d stolen the nails too) in order to sell and barter your way towards food, armour, trinkets and Karlach’s ever growing collection of Teddy bears. But as soon as Astarion mentioned he liked something, even if it could be bartered for exactly what they needed at that moment, you would give it to him. He tries to stay quiet now after battles, half so he doesn’t arouse suspicion and half because the last time he spoke up, you gave him the trinket that would have bought you the first meal you’d eaten in nearly three days. And yet, shiny, pretty or even ridiculously ugly things he might like and get a kick out of, keep appearing in his tent -- it used to freak him out, how well you knew him, and it still does sometimes, especially when he admits to himself that this all was meant to be manipulative. He was meant to seduce you to gain favour and protection. Fucking you was his ticket to safety, to salvation. And it did get him that, he guesses, it just wasn’t the safety and salvation he bargained for.

The flaps of the tent part and Shadowheart pops her head out.

“She’s fine to see visitors,” she tells him, “She’s still weak but the noise of your pacing was driving us up the wall.”

“Pardon me for being worried,” he says, dramatically placing a hand over his dead heart in emphasis.

Shadowheart humms sceptically, “Worried she might die, or worried you won’t be able to feed?”

Well, he internally scoffs, at least he still has them fooled.

“Speaking of, you’re on a rat diet until she’s fully healed,” Shadowheart adds as he steps into the tent and she and Lae’zel step out.

He wasn’t even thinking of feeding, even with the blood gushing out of your wound, calling his name with every dwindling heartbeat, he’d fought a surprisingly easy fight against his more feral instincts and brought you back to camp. Nothing but worry for your safety and irrational fury had crossed his mind since your injury.

Irrational fury he was now failing to keep down.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” He whispers through gritted teeth, “You could have died, you absolute fool. Do you think me so incapable of protecting myself?!” He continues, ignoring the fact that you can hear the grief in his voice. The other two can’t, they haven’t spent enough time with him, but you know him inside out.

You stay quiet, much to his absolute fury.

“I am not a child you need to protect, I am perfectly capable of doing this myself,” he adds, grabbing her wrist in his hand, and sliding the ring off your finger. You open your mouth in protest, but he throws the most genuine glare he can muster your way, and you close your mouth again without speaking.

He pockets your ring, and takes off his own, placing both in the inside pocket of his jacket.

Astarion eventually gives you one of them, tucked inside a letter he gives you before the final battle, and that he asks that you keep on you till the end. It’s his own ring, obviously, and he prays it’ll keep you safe even if you're only carrying it.

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youcouldmakealife · 1 year ago

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LBTE: Jared (130-131)

In which Erin and Bryce go viral, and The Article is born.

If you'd like to follow along, series page is here.

130. Grapevine

Jared manages to get through training camp and one preseason game before Bryce’s reputation spectacularly implodes, along with his personal well-being, and Jared’s personal well-being, and the Marcus Mathesons well-being as a whole.

He was just trying to be NICE. Anyway, the First Twitter Thing. Which was needed for the Article, and The Blanket Duel, and The Other Twitter Thing. First domino falls down.

Jared shuts his eyes. “The Sun’s a right-wing rag,” he says. “Nobody with a brain believes the Sun.”

“Tons of people believe the Sun, Jared,” Bryce snaps. “A lot of Flames fans read the fucking Sun.”

Both of them are correct.

“What’s Summers say?” Jared asks.

Bryce mumbles something.

“Bryce,” Jared says.

“He left a voicemail,” Bryce mumbles. “I haven’t called him back.”

Bryce always regresses to a teenager with Dave. Dave treating him like he’s still a teenager doesn’t help that.

“Okay,” Bryce says a little more firmly. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise for the media being fucking stupid,” Jared says.

“I’m really sorry,” Bryce says. “Jared.”

“Stop it,” Jared says. “I love you, okay? You didn’t do anything wrong. Stop apologising to me.”

It’s really important that nobody is mad at Bryce about this (I mean, other than Dave). He did a nice thing! He could not have anticipated these consequences! But man does this feel like deja vu in other ways to him, so Jared not being mad at him for even a second, and Don and Susan and Erin not blaming him, that’s honestly important.

Jared texts Greg to give him a call, ditto to Erin, who’s almost certainly still asleep, then tackles his mom first. Partly because his dad might be out on a job, more because he really, really doesn’t want to tell his dad. Hopefully his mom will do it for him.

Coward.

“Can you tell dad too?” Jared says.

“No,” mom says.

“Mom,” Jared says.

“No, you’re telling your father,” mom says.

“Please?” Jared says.

“Jared, my priority right now is to call my daughter and explain the situation to her, I don’t have the time to tell your father because you’re afraid he’s going to be mad at you,” she snaps. “Tell him yourself.”

Susan knows better than Jared that her eighteen year old daughter in a bikini hitting media is not going to lead to a good time, so her focus is pretty exclusively on letting Erin know at the moment, which I think is understandable.

“I’m not mad at you or Bryce, I’m mad at the situation,” she says, softening.

Nobody’s mad at Bryce!

“But I really do need to call Erin right now,” mom says. “And your father needs to know. And not from the Sun.”

“He doesn’t read the Sun,” Jared says.

Don has better taste than that, thank you.

His dad is like — dangerously quiet as Jared sums up the situation.

“If you haven’t called your mother yet, call her now,” he says finally, voice so even it cuts through Jared, and hangs up. Jared’s assuming the hanging up is so he doesn’t say something he regrets.

Nobody’s mad at Bryce! But Don is, you know, still currently furious.

Jared goes to make coffee, hovers over the machine until he can retrieve a cup, spends a solid ten minutes of pacing and debating whether or not he should check twitter — it’s hard not to, but he also knows it’d be a huge fucking mistake —

It would be such a huge mistake, Jared would be beside himself about the way people talk about Erin.

(His focus is pretty heavily on Bryce right now, and very tunnel-vision-y, but yeah: Erin’s half naked image is being shown without her consent, with the implication that Bryce is cheating on a spouse with her. There’s some vile shit getting said. There always is, on twitter)

Summers has an idea. It’s not a terrible one. Probably the best one available.

I mean, it probably is the best idea available, but it is also a terrible idea.

Stephen answers the door, looking concerned, which doesn’t suit his face, then even more concerned by whatever Jared’s own face is doing.

Stephen being concerned about Jared and Jared’s response is basically ‘ew what's wrong with him'.

“Hockey or Bryce?” Stephen asks.

“Bryce,” Jared says, and follows him in, sits heavily on the couch, Gabe coming in and sitting down on the other side, Stephen cramming himself in the middle. He has pointy elbows.

“I know,” Stephen says when Jared mumbles that. “I use them to get my way a lot.”

So concerned he gets right in there with the elbows. He’s about the same as Jared on the touch front (not a big hugger, will make some exceptions for loved ones, and a massive one person exception), so this is big from him.

“What particularly queer advice do you need?” Stephen says.

“Steve,” Gabe says.

“It is kind of particularly queer,” Jared says, hating the triumphant sound Stephen makes.

“Come to me with your gay problems, my child,” Stephen says.

But not so concerned he won’t crack a joke or three. (Levity is helpful, Gabriel.)

“How old is she?” Stephen asks.

“Eighteen,” Jared says.

“Oh, so older—” Stephen says.

“I am fully prepared to sleep in the guest room if you finish that sentence, Stephen,” Gabe says.

Stephen does not finish the sentence.

Not always the time for levity, STEPHEN.

“Well,” Stephen says. “This is not going to help his reputation. And it wasn’t great already.”

“Stephen,” Gabe says.

“I’m being honest!” Stephen says.

He’s not levitating this time, Gabe!

“Summers says ‘fuck’,” Jared says. “And apparently called Bryce an idiot a lot. And suggests we do a thing about how the Marcuses and Mathesons are long-time family friends, do some heartwarming feature about friendship across divisional lines or whatever, provide some pictures me and Bryce together and our families together for evidence our families have been close-knit for years. My family’s okay with it. Or like. They’re willing.”

Reminder that Gabe did a profile and REALLY didn’t hide the fact Stephen lived with him and the reporter said him and Stephen were ‘like brothers’. So they know it’ll work.

“Can I suggest something?”

Jared eyes him.

“Stop wearing your wedding ring before you do that article,” Stephen says. “And maybe for a while after.”

“No,” Jared says.

“Jared,” Stephen says.

“No,” Jared says.

Stephen blows out a breath. “You want to be stubborn and out? Because that’s how stubbornness gets you outed.”

Stephen on Jared’s shoulder, less an angel and just Jared making logical rather than emotional decisions.

“I don’t care,” Jared snaps. “I’m not going to pretend I’m not married to him.”

“You do it every day lying by omission, how is this any different in practice?” Stephen asks.

“You literally get to fucking live with your boyfriend full-time don’t you fucking dare—”

Stephen is saying things Jared objectively doesn’t disagree with but they’re landing a little too hard right now. And Jared misses his husband.

“I don’t get to live with him full-time,” Stephen says.

“Stephen,” Gabe says.

“Well, I don’t,” Stephen says, shoving off the couch and disappearing down the hall.

He IS away 41 games a year.

“I’m going to call Dave Summers,” Stephen says from the hall.

“Why?” Jared says.

“Know the business, know you both socially,” Stephen says, leaning on the door frame now. As dramatic sulks go that one didn’t last. “It’s a perspective he probably needs for the action plan.”

Stephen’s concern fights Stephen’s desire to dramatically flounce, and what wins is his shrewdness, which recognizes he can help in a way that doesn't involve antagonizing Jared into yelling at him.

“But I know you’re a stubborn ass who won’t listen,” Stephen says. “Which Summers should be aware of.”

Jared gives him the finger.

“I’m going to talk to Summers,” Stephen says, then disappears again.

“That’s Stephen for ‘sorry for being a dick, I will never actually apologise but I will try to make it up to you’,” Gabe says. “For the record.”

Accurate translation from Stephenese.

“And according to one of Stephen’s sisters you look like an angel, which doesn’t hurt with fans,” Gabe says. “You can imagine how much it pained Stephen to hear Beth say that.”

An angel is probably the most chill way Beth has described him.

“I didn’t mean that,” Gabe says. “You’re opening a door that you can’t close again. And if people start looking more closely — you guys don’t hide it well.”

~foreshadowing. Except not really because it’s just any logical person’s take after the witnessing the mess that was Jared and Bryce pretend not to be married (featuring extra eye-yearning).

“I do not offer these lightly,” Stephen says seriously. “And offering one right now does not mean this will become a trend. It will not.”

Jared blinks at him.

“Would you like a hug,” Stephen says flatly.

“Absolutely not,” Jared says, just as flat.

Stephen holds a mute arm out, and Jared sinks into it, because he kind of would, in fact, like a hug right now.

Steve hug!!!

“It’s going to work out,” Stephen tells him, the words tucked against Jared’s cheek. “It might be a bit before it is, and there might be a shitshow somewhere in there—”

“Stop helping,” Jared mumbles.

I love them both.

131. Verisimilitude

Well, they are a family, this is true. A family feeling varying degrees of unhappiness right now; dad and mom are pissed, Elaine concerned. Erin thinks it’s funny. Of course Erin thinks it’s fucking funny.

Erin having a sense of humour about this is very much for the best. Also, she's not reading the comments. Articles, yes — they’re hilarious. Comments, absolutely not.

I said the words ‘they instantly clicked’ today. Raf texts the group chat after his phone interview. I was honestly expecting God to smite me the spot.

Raf saying this while viscerally remembering Jared's tantrum about the temerity of Bryce having a whistle.

im up next in getting struck down by god Chaz says.

That’s true friendship — risking smiting for your bros.

By all accounts she’s treating it like a puff piece, not asking any leading questions, just basic ones and letting people fill in whatever, so it’s hard to tell if she honestly thinks she’s doing an article about a heart warming friendship, or if she’s figured out something’s up.

She honestly figures this is meant to get ahead of something, but her bet would have been something like Bryce IS cheating with Erin, or him being in the process of a divorce, since there’s no wife to be seen. She did not think ‘secretly married to one another’. They’re both acting weird, but she already thought something shifty was going on, and also hockey players are often awkward interviewees anyway, so.

“How’s school?” Jared says.

“Fine,” Erin says. “Only had one dude walk up and ask me if I’m Bryce Marcus’ girlfriend.”

She’s in her first month of her first year of university, this was not ideal timing. Only one dude approached her, but he's not the only one who's recognized her.

“Stephen said — you know, that there might be more attention,” Jared says. “After the article comes out. And that it might be a good idea for me to take it off for a bit.”

“I think you should do whatever you think you should do,” Bryce says.

“That’s really helpful, thanks,” Jared snaps.

“J,” Bryce says, sounding tired. “Just — it’s up to you.”

Jared twists his ring around his finger. Even from a distance you can see how similar it is to Bryce’s, and yeah, they’re traditional rings, plenty of people have the same ones, but —

“Can you help with my chain?” Jared asks, and he doesn’t know if it’s disappointment or relief on Bryce’s face, a blink and you miss it flash, before Bryce helps him undo the clasp. Jared strings his wedding ring on it, clinking against the engagement one, and ducks his head to let Bryce put it back on. Bryce presses a kiss against the nape of his neck, murmurs, “Done,” and Jared straightens up. In more ways than one, it feels like. That’s a bad joke even in his own head, all bitterness, no humour, so he doesn’t say it.

Like I said, Stephen was really only saying what Jared thought himself. This is also sort of screeching ahead out of their comfort zones right now, so a few backward shuffles are understandable.

Jared runs through the script in his head while they walk in, find the media room, wait for Weber to arrive, sitting a scrupulous two feet apart. It was more lines to take rather than an actual set script, ‘like family’ and ‘a lot in common’, ways to deflect a question without outright lying.

Andreas has worked a lot of overtime writing basically a choose your own adventure, in the form of ‘if they ask this, you may say this, this, or this, NOT this’, etc. It is exhaustive and he is exhausted.

“He’s my best friend,” Bryce says after a lot of other fluff, laying it on thick. There’s nothing but honesty in his voice as he says it, but then — he is being honest, Jared knows. It’s not the whole story, but it’s not like he isn’t Bryce’s best friend. Like Bryce isn’t his. “Some people you just know are supposed to be in your life.”

Bryce genuinely believes they were fated to be together. Jared doesn’t believe in fate, but he thinks that’s a nice thought.

“I don’t know about best,” Jared says quickly, because Bryce is getting like — too honest now, skirting towards something they shouldn’t be. “I have a lot of friends.”

“Jared,” Bryce complains.

If they’re such good friends why don’t you MARRY them, Jared.

Jared grins at his sullen face. “He’s my best friend too.”

Bryce goes pink

How. How does Bryce Marcus always do this to me. Just going about my day then boom, punched in the gut, having feelings about Bryce time.

Someone said Jared ‘gave OJ a personality’, like Julius doesn’t have one of his own, like anyone’s entitled to it. Julius has a personality. It’s a mean one: he’s been laughing his ass off about this article since Jared told him.

Love that Jared sounds super protective and supportive of Julius right before it switches to ‘yeah he has an identity, it's called being a DICK’.

“I just want my private life to stay private,” Bryce says, and this Jared thinks is actually scripted, that Summers gave him a real script, because Bryce is saying it like it’s been rehearsed. “Marriage is between two people, and it’s something that other people aren’t entitled to. I don’t really want to discuss it with the fans or the media, because it’s not really any of their business.”

So carefully factual without giving a single iota of information. Dave making sure this shit is as carefully worded as a contract.

“It’s cool,” Gabe says, shaking Jared’s shoulder. “You’re good, man.”

“Thanks,” Jared says.

“You’re good?” Gabe says, a question this time.

Jared shrugs.

“You’re good,” Gabe decides.

“Your vocabulary is extraordinary,” Jared says. “I am astonished by it.”

Jared absolutely does not get to throw stones. And I like the three goods of Gabe Markson.

Jared skates over when the Canucks start eyeing Chaz with vague suspicion.

“You good?” he asks.

“I’m good,” Jared says.

All good.

“Shrewd,” Gabe says. “Good verisimilitude. Stephen would be proud.”

Jared blinks at him.

How dare you insult Gabe's vocabulary.

“I don’t understand half the words he says,” Dmitry says consolingly.

“I understood it,” Jared says, tilting his chin up. He refuses to commiserate with Dmitry Kurmazov.

I love Jared’s petty ass.

“What’s verisimilitude mean?” Jared hisses at Gabe on the bench before the anthem.

Gabe tips back his head in a laugh and refuses to tell him.

Verisimilitude: the quality of seeming true or of having the appearance of being real. The on ice stuff had a lot more of it than the article did.

The article drops. Jared doesn’t read it, but he’s assured it’s fine. He doesn’t read replies on twitter or forums or anything. It’s not his job. He can’t focus on it.

Probably for the best Jared didn’t.

Jared doesn’t know if it’s the Calgary media, or the storyline about their families, or just Bryce being the incredibly talented player he is, but the Canucks are mortified in a 6-1 loss, and Bryce has a hat trick and a four point game. In the grand scheme of things, it’s a preseason game and means nothing. In the smaller scheme of Jared’s life, he kind of wants to throttle Bryce. And only a little bit in a sexy way. They’ll see who’s laughing when Jared rides him within an inch of his life.

Yeah Jared, that’ll show him, he’ll definitely never try to do it again after that.

Riding him until he fucking begs is now in the cards.

Oh no whatever will Bryce do. Please have mercy, Jared Matheson, he’ll do anything.

#liveblogging the end

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spicywarl0ck · 11 months ago

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Oooooh <3 "I'm right here" for mHawke/Fenris for DADWC, if you're so inclined! 💟

Thank you for the prompt x3 I didn't make it in time last week, so here you go x3 @dadrunkwriting Pairing: mHawke/Fenris Rating: T Length: 656

“You left me!” His green eyes flared with anger as he bared his teeth at him. The marks on her skin lit up in a dangerously blue, indicating nothing good as Fenris burned with rage.

But there was more in his eyes than just anger. A deep void seemed to be within them, an emptiness Hawke had never seen before. It broke his heart.

“Fenris…” his voice was hoarse too when he answered. He couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence.

He knew nothing could justify what he did. No reason could be good enough, and he knew it. He had left Fenris behind in the middle of the night, escaping through the window like a coward.

Now, he had to pay the price for his actions.

“Don’t.” Fenris lifted a warning hand in his direction, his chest heaving as his lips twitched. His voice sounded hollow beside the anger, empty as Hawke’s heart broke even more. He had done this to the person he loved the most.

“You left me.” The elf repeated, his shoulders trembling.

“You vanished in the middle of the night, not even leaving a note or sending a letter,” he added, his feet carrying him towards the mage. Hawke didn’t even think about stepping back, knowing no matter what came, he’d face it.

“I’m sorry.” Hawke’s throat felt raw and heavy when he spoke, every word straining his ability to focus. “I’m so sorry.” There was nothing he could say but that, nothing he could do to correct the past mistakes.

He knew this could mean the end between them and that Fenris wouldn’t be able to forgive him eventually.

“You’re sorry?” Disbelief rushed through Fenris's eyes before the anger returned. He stood before him, his fists shaking as they coiled into his tunic. They tugged him down, the metal of Fenris gauntlet’s curling into the soft fabric to mask their shaking.

But he knew. He saw them trembling as the elf hid his face against his shoulder.

“I searched for you.” The voice was muffled and laced with emotions. “I thought you to be at the conclave, hearing that everyone attending died. I thought you were…” his voice went quieter until it came to a stop.

Hawke heard the big breath Fenris took to calm himself, not allowing the mage to see his face.

“I’m not dead.” Hawke’s voice shook, his arms carefully wrapping around the slimmer form of the warrior. “I’m right here,” he added, his voice too quiet for the broad man he was.

“And I promise you, I won’t ever leave you again.”

Fenris didn’t answer, but he also didn’t pull away.

He watched as the elf’s shoulders shook slightly, the cold metal clawing into his tunic as they both allowed themselves to release a relieved sob.

They had each other again for once, which was all that mattered.

“Don’t think you’ll get away that easy.” Fenris's voice got muffled against his body, the evidence of tears still on his face when he drew away to look at him. “You hear me? Don’t think I’ll let you get away with this just like that.”

“I’d never dream of it.” Hawke chuckled, pulling one hand away to brush against the elf’s cheeks in a soft gesture.

“But I’m happy to face any punishment when it means I can stay with you,” he added cheekily, causing Fenris to scoff. Hawke had always been known for his audacity, after all. “And might I add that you stood me up for three years?”

“I can’t believe you bring that up. That was something entirely different.” Fenris's eyebrows narrowed slightly.

“Relax. I never held it against you.” Hawke’s voice was soft when he cupped Fenris's cheeks, his lips brushing against the elf’s. “I love you,” he whispered before capturing Fenris’s lips gently.

“I’m yours.” The words were soft-spoken when the elf whispered them, muffled by the lips, but he heard them anyway.

#dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #prompt #writing #dadrunkwriting #fenhawke #Fenris #Hawke #mHawke/Fenris #hurt and comfort #my writing #I love them way too much

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eviltiddyproductions · 1 year ago

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Crash Course in Romance: Episode 3

lmaooo she called the police bodyguards of society, i like that 😂

anyway 💅💅💅

Chiyeol oversharing like I do with my sister. #real

LMAO him and his assistant are so cute

the assistant even opens doors for everyone, a sweetheart actually

why do i do this to myself i want to jump to episode 16 already 💀😭 let me be patient

I LOVE HER FRIEND 😂😂😂 'you always side with men' 'you're right I love them too much'

she's running, he's driving and he's racing her

lmaooo he lost. my girl's so cute

no way they gotta stay in line to book everyday ??? this is insane actually

i love her. *I'd love to see Chiyeol* scene cuts to her bumping into him the next day and running anyway because she's late to book a seat to his class 😭

I LOVE HER LMAO she's still beefing with him. as she should, she's spent so much money and time already 💀

my sister slaying her classes, sitting front row and getting answers correct

lmaooo she accidentally threw water at him

the identity reveal is actually so funny

another day of my man leaving without his food

does he even drink? just has those bottles around 😂

awww you can't eat around because that's a student's place

NOOOO lmao he's worried if she posted about him as phone thief

i love the assistant Mr Ji 💀 'what if she decides to fist fight' 'then we become cowards and fight two to one'

awww he wants to share the meal with the assistants

oh he got invited to dinner

save some for me as I won’t be eating there. 🤣

I somehow did not see him being the first one to agree with that summer med batch thing. interesting

lmaooo he wants blackboards in return

well he makes a good point. hassle for teachers✅ then get hassle for director ✅

not the nasty teacher friend again. ugh. chiyeol LEAVE

awww come here bb. don’t listen to them :(

he’s actually still paying for those losers? I’d literally leave and never converse again

now he’s hearing the coworkers and assistants talk shit too 😭😭😭 don’t talk it personally bae! we all hate our bosses <3

I want to hug him through the screen because it is relatable and an actual nightmare at the same time 😭

she did get the phone back !!! damn he really bought her a lot of groceries 💀

damn the lawyer mom is ruthless but she talks to her son as if she’s training him for the army like woah relax (idk I just get anxious and sad in situations like these 😭✋ like let your kids breathe ‘our plans will get messed up’ parents)

you know for a second I thought maybe she was overdoing this to the kid because of the dad or pressure from outside but it’s just her 💀 the dad has moved out and is calling her out on it

don’t call him babe!! your intentions are pure but it’ll probably be taken the wrong way

the way I’ve slogged through kdrama episodes in the past and I’m just zooming through them here woah

oh thank god the assistant picked up the call 🙏

Sunjae loves our daughter so bad. Sent her the tests too <333

OH NO HIS MOM SAW IT. SUNJAE RUN 😭😭😭😭

gag her Sunjae you’re right

I want to empathise but how do you see one son struggling, have made one struggle and your partner has left and you still continue the same cycle

also maybe the hooded person taking money was her other son?

I hope he isn’t the shooter or anything 😭🙏

why do I think Chiyeol is about to be super mean to her 😭 might be under stress or whatever but idk maybe

let’s breathe and get through this scene 🧘‍♀️

he’s right so I can’t even fight the logic. my girl just sorta came here with good intentions. just the wrong day ;-;

honestly not that bad, scene finished quickly and wasn’t hurtful

Hearing anyway sounds like relief rn

nooo lawyer mom is unconscious

what if he stays here and misses the test, she’ll flip

you can just park your car on the road like that? honestly not too shabby

lmao his plan b is running to the event #me

she’s sweet offering him a ride, I would’ve sassed a bit 🙏

him in his pink helmet struggling while being a scooty passenger princess

no sunjae don’t miss the exam

he didn’t miss 🙏🙏🙏

did Chiyeol just call her a biker gang member 🤣

Sunjae and our baby both made it !!!

our baby’s friends are so wholesome. pls don’t change.

did he just save her with his foot 🤣

the most different meet cute I’ve seen in my life

Sunjae attentive as hell. 💀 my sister already kinda likes the hockey player but I’m still rooting for y’all 💗

Oh no I think my baby’s seat is about to be taken

lmaooo now you want to eat Chiyeol 💀✋

‘I’ve been starving for her food all day’ *leaves smiling’

I think he’s going to wait lol

aaah the bestie’s named Kim Yeong-ju. i love you tooo yeongjuuuu!!!!

she saw Chiyeol and a siren blared past by LMAOOOO

lmaooo she picked him up 🤣🤣🤣 my sweet girl

oh no please don’t tell me they kiss falling down. hate that trope down 😭✋

#crash course in romance #episode 3 #feelings everywhere #written update #Smiling like an idiot

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ladyintree · 1 year ago

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tai’s amusement is written all over her features as she glances back to her. ❝ you’re describing yourself, ❞ she mutters. but it’s not a bad thing, because tai likes that, too. that’s why it’s always so much when the two of them pit themselves against each other. she keeps her eyes at the sky, wondering if she should read into mikayla’s words now. mikayla rejected her, and tai has to be okay with that, but what if she’s saying that she’s the coward�� that the rejection wasn’t about not wanting to be with tai, it was about being scared? it’s frustrating, not having any clear answer, but she also knows she may never get one. ❝ yeah, they are, ❞ she says quietly.

she raises a brow, letting out a scoff. ❝ are they? or are you just dating boring people? ❞ she doesn’t even know who the boyfriend she left behind is, and tai can assume she knows the answer regardless. tai rolls her eyes, annoyed at the thought, because even if she doesn’t like the idea of mikayla with anyone else, she hates the though of her being disrespected like that even more. ❝ then he’s a fucking loser, ❞ she mumbles, glancing back at her. ❝ i mean, to not wait for you. ❞ her cheeks heat up, and she realizes that’s maybe not what she should say, but she can’t help it. knowing she can’t have mikayla makes her feel like she would and could wait.

now she knows mikayla is trying to tease her, but she still can’t quite understand it, because she doesn’t know if this is just her version of fun or if there’s something genuine behind it. she could let it go and not take the bait — or she could tease her back, too. she wants to be more direct, but instead, she settles for something more vague —- enough to make mikayla wonder what she's thinking, too. ❝ i bet you are, ❞ she says quietly, as if she hasn’t unintentionally let her mind go there before.

mikayla doesn’t have to explain for tai to know the truth now: there’s no way she thought that kiss sucked. not with the way they were both so desperate for it, like they’ve had years of build up, because after all the tension they’ve had over time, that’s exactly what it was. build up. and now, a harsh, quick end to it all that tai still can’t even fathom, no matter how hard she tries to convince herself it’s not worth dwelling on. ❝ —- when you’re not being an asshole, ❞ she corrects herself, suddenly feeling too much heat on her cheeks to leave it at that, but still, trying to say it as a joke — even if they both know there’s truth to it. she takes a deep breath, because of course she can’t stop wondering what she was thinking about, and she wishes it would just be so easy. ❝ well, ❞ she says quietly, hating how it feels to set herself up for inevitable rejection, but she can’t stop herself. ❝ if you ever not want to think about him again, i’m sure you’ll figure something out. ❞ it's the only way she can say, ‘be with me,’ without being too direct to only lead them into more discomfort.

“ i mean, not, like, complete assholes. just... i don't know. confident, i guess? but annoying about it. ” most people probably wouldn't agree that arrogance is attractive, but she understands it, because she's the same way. she begins to smirk when tai starts to answer, but it eventually fades, because mikayla's unsure if she really fits that description — she has her moments, but if she really were bold, there wouldn't be so much distance between them now, because she wouldn't have been too afraid to admit the truth. her entire adolescence has revolved around not allowing herself what she wants, although she doesn't think she's entirely to blame when it was all to just survive. “ good luck. most people are cowards. ” including herself, at least when it comes to this.

the vagueness of her response gets under mikayla's skin, but really, she's not sure if she can actually handle hearing the details. she assumes she's not worth the time, either. “ you're not missing out on much. relationships are boring. ” her experience with them shouldn't count, since they're all just part of the role her father forced her to play, but maybe a part of her doesn't want tai to want to be in one, either — not if it doesn't involve mikayla.

mikayla has absolutely no interest in talking about her boyfriend, because figuring out whether or not that bothers tai seems far more enticing, but she knows she's supposed to want to talk about him. she's supposed to like him. “ i don't know. he was alright. he's probably with some other girl now, so it doesn't really matter if i miss him or not. ” she doesn't, but she is fairly certain that he's probably found someone else by now, because she never gave him anything worth waiting for in the first place. like with every other boy that came before him, mikayla would only give him just enough to keep him interested, nothing more.

but she wishes she missed him, because that ache wouldn't hurt nearly bad as this: being so close to tai, yet still so far away. she should be used to that by now, but after their kiss, it's harder to ignore, especially when tai doesn't seem to regret it, either. it definitely doesn't seem that way when she speaks, mikayla's eyes closing, her head turned in the opposite direction, trying not to think about it too much. she's unsuccessful, because, even days later, she still remembers the way it felt to finally touch her, remembers the feeling of taissa's lips on her own, remembers how it wasn't enough, because she wants more — but she can't. mikayla's tempted to just leave, because she doesn't know how to respond without letting her know she wants to do it again. but then she remembers tai calling her a coward, so her pride gets in the way, leaving her where she is instead. “ yeah, i'm good with my mouth. ” she says finally, trying desperately to ignore the way her entire body feels like it's on fire from the nerves. maybe she should have shut it down, reminded tai that she wants to act like it never happened at all, but that's not even true — and she doesn't hate the idea of tai thinking about what she's implying. “ he kind of sucked at kissing, actually. ” you're better, she thinks, but there's no way she can let herself actually admit that. mikayla doubts she has to admit it, anyway, given how desperate she'd been for it, pulling her closer in a way she's never done with her boyfriend. if tai's thinking about it even half as much as mikayla's been, she should remember that, too. “ —so i wasn't thinking about him. ”

#warpainte #arc: wilderness.#this is literally gayer than just kissing her mikayla

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years ago

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The Miracle - Ch.1

Morpheus (Dream of the Endless) x reader (no gender/pronouns mentioned)

Summary: In a natural world you would not exist, born by someone who could never have a child. You were a miracle. An anomaly that lives outside the natural laws and has power in all realms. But there is one realm, one King, that you are drawn to most of all. Warnings: canon-typical magic, flirting WC: 2480

Ch.1 || Ch.2 || Ch.3 || Ch.4 || Ch.5 || Ch.6

The Dreaming The faceless man tried to instil fear into your mind but you could see the coward behind the mask, the soulless demon who preyed on the helpless. Only you weren’t helpless.

A fire burned in the pits where his eyes should have been and you cast an arm over the terrain, washing it with hues of life and a crystalline river to suffocate those flames. The water surrounded him, steam erupting as it touched his skin until he was encompassed and withered away to nothing.

Silence fell as the river dissolved. All was peaceful in the dense glade once again and you tipped your head to the rays of light that pierced through the canopy, basking in its warmth.

“How did you do that?”

You spun around to face the handsome stranger that had appeared behind you. In the shafts of light that broke the dark his jaw looked sharp below the hallows of his cheeks. His pale skin gave you the sinking feeling that this was death himself coming to greet you. Straightening your spine, you refused to show your trepidation.

“It is my dream, I can do whatever I want,” you answered sardonically. To prove your point, the ground swelled around you until it split and the chasm was filled with a threatening red liquid that resembled a moat of fiery blood. You were also well aware that it created a small distance between him and you.

“That is where you are mistaken,” he spoke softly, a deep and dark reverberation to his tone that seemed to rumble through the air with its own power. Sand swirled around his boots, carrying him closer, safely over the moat. Your neck craned back to look up at his face and you stood your ground as he trailed those curious eyes over your body. “This is my dream.”

A gold chain hung around his neck and you caught your wide-eyed reflections in the polished facets of a glowing ruby. The gemstone seemed to whisper to you, begging your touch enough to leave your fingers trembling at your side until you broke away. A dip grew between his dark brows as he watched the strange interaction with fascination and his head tilted slightly, the semblance of an intelligent bird coming to mind.

“You’re a creation,” he said with a deeper frown.

“Aren’t we all, in some way or another,” you replied with a confident smile, hoping it hid the waver in your voice.

“I suppose you are correct,” he nodded with a tight lipped smile. “We may be the Endless but we certainly had a beginning.”

Before you could question him to find out what an Endless was, a harsh screeching filled the air and the ground began to roll beneath your feet. The edges of the dream began to blur and fade away, a silent grey eating away the colourful world you had sculpted until only he remained.

“Will you find me again?” you asked tentatively, undecided on whether it was wise or not to ask.

A small curl appeared at the corner of his lips and those sad, jaded eyes suddenly seemed lighter. “I already have.”

The Waking You felt his heavy presence before your eyes fluttered open. Dust particles twinkled as they drifted across the sunlight that speared through the gap in your curtain and you watched them disappear into the shadows where he stood.

You should have been startled, at the very least, by his blatant disregard to normal social behaviour but you found his demure nature to be quite soothing. The god complex from The Dreaming had simmered away when he left his realm for The Waking but he still held a formidable power in those eyes.

“You’re shorter than I remember,” you said with a yawn as he took a step closer and let the sun illuminate his features.

“A dreamer’s perception.” The words were cool but there was that light again, the shimmer of humour.

“Perhaps,” you chuckled. “Or you used your clever little tricks to make yourself appear bigger. It would not be the first time a man has tried that.”

Your eyes trailed over the leather vest he wore and down further still until his nose wrinkled and a scoff escaped his lips at your implied taunt. His long legs drew him closer until he towered over you at the edge of your bed and he dropped his hands either side of your head to cage you in. Your heart was pumping, the beats so loud that he could surely hear - only it was not from fear as you looked into his obsidian eyes.

“I am not a man. I am the King of Dreams. I am of the Endless.”

His chest was puffing as the silence enclosed around you and you wished you could see what was hidden beneath the dark, leather vestment he wore like an armour. You swore you could feel the warmth of his skin on yours, or at least the memory of it long forgotten, something you had been searching for.

“We are not in The Dreaming now,” you said as you sat up slowly. You had given him enough time to choose to give you space and back away or hold his position and let you inhale his scent that enveloped you. He gave not an inch as he kept your eyes captivated. The moment was more intimate than you had imagined it would be as you closed them and let your senses be filled with him - cherry wood and sweet smoke. “You’re in my realm.”

You trailed your index finger along the perfectly sewn seam that traced the lines of his chest and bit your lip as they began to unravel.

“What are you?” he asked, unperturbed by the cool air now kissing his chest.

“Unique.”

“That I know,” he growled softly, catching your wrists before you could reach his leather pants, despite the way his pupils dilated at the idea of you removing them. “What are you exactly?”

You huffed and fell back onto your pillow, your body immediately missing his closeness. “An answer to a prayer. A dream come true. Take your pick.”

His lips parted in surprise and a breathless laugh bubbled out. “A miracle. You’re a miracle.”

“That’s what my mother said,” you said with a shrug. “I didn’t believe her until…”

“Tell me,” he pleaded quietly as he dropped to his knees in your lingering silence. “Please.”

“On my 10th birthday, my dreams came true - my thoughts came to life,” you said barely above a whisper. Most people would think you were crazy, your childhood friends certainly thought it and it led to a solitary life. But here was this man, no, this King, accepting your words as gospel. “If I lose control, if I let my emotions consume me, then the world, Waking or Dreaming, begins to change. And not in a way that is intended.”

He leant forward, fascinated by the ability that was everything and nothing like his power. “It is as much a burden as it is a gift.”

You didn’t miss the self reflection or tic of his jaw as he clenched it shut. He was right.

“Tell me, King of Dreams, if given the chance, would you give your burden unto others so that they may bear its weight?”

He seemed to contemplate his answer before he stood up and held a hand out. You eyed the line of smooth skin from his long fingers, along the blue veins and across the straps of muscles that showed a hidden strength, coming to rest on the ruby that hung over his bare chest. The gemstone once again called to you as you accepted his hand and let him pull you from the bed.

“Today it is not a burden,” he said with an almost smile. “Let me show you.”

You stepped closer to him as a sand storm began to encroach on the space around you. A blink later, you reluctantly returned his clothes to him. You would hate to see that body marred by the whipping grains of sand flying by.

For a moment, all light was gone and you were certain the sand was going to swallow you whole. Just as quick as the orb sealed, it broke and a warm wind cast the sand to settle across the beach. High stone walls rose above you, your shadows reaching towards it as the sun warmed your back. It wasn’t the stone that held your attention as you stepped closer, but the carving that latticed their way across it, telling a story if one knew how to read them.

“I’ve seen these before,” you muttered as you traced the chiselled symbol, straining to remember where it was. “Or something like these.”

A long moment passed before you shook your head and looked away, the teasing wisps of the memory fading as the high gates began to silently swing open.

Following Dream’s beckoning, you walked the sandy path into his domain and marvelled at the lively sight. Creatures of all kinds roamed around, both on the ground and above. Not even your wildest imagination could have created such beautiful beings as the ones that now surrounded you.

The rhythmic beat of strong wings sounded overhead and you ducked just as a large pearlescent dragon flew past, its tail narrowly missing Dream’s tousled hair. A deep chuckle rumbled like thunder through your bones and you turned with surprise to see a smile on his face.

His gaze was still on the dragon but his hands moved at his side, a gust of wind blowing a swirl of sand up into the air to form the silhouette of a dragon that quickly chased the other. The two dragons danced and played across the sky until they disappeared beyond the horizon and his smile went with it.

Wishing to see the joy on his face once more you veered from the path and plucked a blade of grass from the field. You ran the blade across your palm, feeling the velvet touch gently bounce over the lines that supposedly read your destiny. Dream flinched and clutched his cheek as he felt a phantom touch, a lover’s caress, before you laughed. He looked closer at your hand as you wrote upon your palm and he felt the words being softly drawn across his face.

“That was uncalled for, little miracle,” he tried to growl but the twitch of his lips said otherwise.

“I do have a name you know.”

He looked away to the distant palace whose spires glittered in the lingering daylight and a darkness cloaked him as he closed his eyes.

“A name gives power, Miracle,” Dream said. “Do not give your power away. Especially not to me.”

His glowering mood seemed to draw night over the land as the last rays of sun disappeared behind the wall and a shiver rolled over your body. Blowing on the blade of grass to transform it, you handed him the stem of the midnight rose. He didn’t wince at all as the thorns pierced his skin, a bright red bead of blood weaving its way between the maze of pricks.

“Power is nothing, Dream,” you whispered in his ear, his breath dancing across your cheek as he turned to face you. “Unless you have someone to share it with.”

“Morpheus! Morpheus, come quick!” you loudly whispered into the ruby that hung around your neck.

A blast of wind nearly knocked you from your perch as Dream appeared beside you. The branch had been sturdy enough but the addition of another body on it now sent a bow along its length followed by an ominous creak.

“May I ask what you are doing in Fiddler's Green?” he asked before looking down and seeing he wasn’t standing quite on the Green at all, a frown etched across his brow. “I mistakenly thought you were in trouble of some kind. You haven’t got yourself stuck up here have you?”

“Ha ha,” you drawled, tempted to send your own little gust of wind his way. “Thank you for your concern but, other than your lanky self threatening to break the branch we are both balanced on, I actually called you here to see this.”

Morpheus’ eyes widened at the nest you had been sitting in front of, the eggs hidden until you stepped onto another branch. He eased his way closer so he didn’t startle the dragon that had already hatched. Its rainbow of colour shimmered with every scales movement and it slowly stretched its wings out, testing the leathery limbs without the egg limiting its space.

“Absolutely beautiful,” Dream whispered in awe as he turned his attention to you. “You did this.”

You went to deny it but the truth was there had only been one dragon left in The Dreaming and after seeing how happy she was chasing Morpheus’ shadow dragon on the afternoons you walked his realm together, you couldn’t deny her a true companion. You hadn’t realised the multi-hued blue dragon you created, to be the exact colour of Dream’s eyes when he was happy, would be able to procreate. But there they were, three dragon eggs hatching.

“We did this,” you corrected as you slipped your hand into his and gave it a squeeze. “Do you think this would upset God?”

Morpheus pursed his lips at the question, wondering about the implications of creating life as opposed to creating merely a dream. Finally, the corner of his lips curled up and he squared his shoulders back proudly. “No, my love. I believe the Creator of All Things would marvel at what his miracle had achieved.”

Warmth flooded you at the sincerity but there was no time to show your gratitude as the second egg began to crack open. The excitable parents were causing all manner of damage to the green’s pasture as they impatiently paced beneath the tree and you silently promised to repair the damage once you had safely delivered the babies.

“Have you thought of any names?” Morpheus asked before he placed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“I have contemplated the Furies of Greek Myth, or maybe the Three Graces. I would like to see their temperament first before deciding.”

Dream chuckled and crouched down to pluck a particularly stubborn piece of shell from the dragon's back. The dragon immediately nudged its head under his hand and took shelter in his palm. “I feel they will be sweet-tempered, akin to the Graces.”

The tenderness of his touch, the yearning in his eyes, it left an ache in your chest that nearly knocked you from the tree. The image that had flashed through your mind was so strikingly vivid you couldn’t tell if it were real or not. Morpheus, King of Dreams, longed for a family of his own.

Click here for Chapter Two

#the sandman #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #dream fanfic #sandman fanfiction #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus fanfiction #morpheus x you #dream x you #dream of the endless

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puppy-coded · 2 years ago

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Notes{S.H.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Steve being nervous, Robin is a little shit

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 901 words

“Stop being a wimp, just tell her you think she’s hot.” Robin said, sick of watching Steve basically freaking out over a girl.

Again.

“No! I can’t.”

“Why not? She’s in my class and super sweet.” Robin told him, hopping up on the counter.

Steve pointed at Robin and nodded his head vigorously. “Exactly, she’s in your class. She’s too young.”

“That didn’t stop you when you confessed your undying love to me.” Robin replied dramatically. With hand gestures and everything.

“This is different!” Steve exclaimed.

“Anyway, this relationship will lead to more than just sex. Remember when we had that conversation on the way to school?” Robin asked, pushing him slightly.

“Yeah, I do. But what if...?” Steve faltered, trying to find the right words.He just didn’t know how to word his concerns.

Robin huffed and put her hands on her hips. “You’re scared that she’s also gay huh?”

“What? Pfft...” He floundered. “Yeah,” He finally admitted.

“Well my friend, she’s not.” She told him, patting his shoulder. “At least... I don’t think she is. Of course, she is my best friend and tells me everything. I don’t think she’s a lesbian.” She finally concluded. “Then again-”

“You are a terrible terrible hype man.” Steve told Robin. “Er... woman.” He corrected, slightly embarrassed.

“Please don’t ever procreate.” Robin told hip, shaking her head at him.

“Yep.” Steve agreed.

. . .

Robin made sure Steve had written down specific summaries from the new movies that they got. When he left she copied down his writing onto a piece of paper, all but tracing the words.

Robin did feel a little bad about tricking one of her best friends but also... Steve’s being a coward.

She took her forged note and went to go find you at your locker. She was a little nervous but she knew what your answer would be to Steve Harrington.

An instant yes.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Robin greeted, a little too cheerily. She hoped you wouldn’t notice her sudden change in attitude at seven in the morning.

“Hey Robin, what’s up?” You greeted, briefly looking to her before grabbing your binder for your first class.

Robin took a deep breath and started talking. “Remember when you said you wanted Steve to notice you? Well I do and he does.”

“What?” You asked.

“Yeah, he wanted me to give this to you because he’s kind of a wimp.” She said, holding out the paper.

You took it and scanned over it. Robin watched as your face lit up the farther you got down the note.

“Steve wrote this?” You asked happily.

“Uh, yeah!” Robin responded after a second. “Yeah, he talks about you non... nonstop.”

The more Robin talked to you the more you were interested in the date.

“I’d love to go to the drive in with you Steve. Here’s my address. Pick me up at 8?”

“I mean, I’ve never been to a drive-in before but I imagine it’ll be fun.” You told Robin as you folded the paper you just wrote on “Here, tell him I wrote this.”

“Will do!” Robin saluted jokingly.

. . .

Robin practically ran into Family Video with your note in her hand.

“Steve!” She screeched into the store, clearly excited.

“What?” Steve asked, covering his ears.

“Remember when you said you liked my friend?” Robin asked across the counter.

Steve blinked, unamused. “It was yesterday.”

“Yeah well, she gave me this at school to give this to you.” Robin shoved the note into his hand and waited for his reaction.

Steve unfolded it and traced your writing for a few seconds. He stared at each letter in awe. “Wow... Her handwriting is so pretty. It’s like... fancy.”

“Okay Shakespeare, you read it yet?” Robin huffed, getting impatient.

Steve smiled as he read it. “Yeah. And she left a little heart too. She’s so cute.” He sighed dreamily.

Robin gave him a disgusted look. “Chill. It’s just a note.”

. . .

Steve had nervously checked himself in his rear-view mirror. He was about to get out of his car and get you when you had walked out of your house. He sat in his seat, frozen in place until you got there. He finally relaxed when you buckled in the passenger seat.

“Hey.” He greeted awkwardly.

“Hi!” You greeted with a smile.

“I’m glad you wanted to come.” Steve said, pulling out of your driveway.

You looked in the mirror to fix you lip gloss. “I’m glad Robin gave me that sweet note you wrote.”

Steve was quiet for a moment, a puzzled look pinching his features together. “What note?”

You laughed, thinking that he was probably messing with you. “Robin gave me a note from you. It was you asking me to go to the drive-in with you. Mine was in response to it.” You explained.

“I don’t... Oh my god, now I know why Robin wanted me to log those specific movies.” He realized, hitting his forehead. “It makes so much sense now!”

“Why?”

“I was nervous about asking you out and I guess she did it for me.” Steve shrugged, shaking his head as though he was annoyed.

“Still exciting that I’m on a date with King Steve Harrington.” You said, putting the visor mirror up.

Steve smiled and seemed relaxed for the first time since you got into his car. “Yep! Currently hoping the girl next to him will be his queen.”

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noforkingclue · 3 years ago

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hi, it's the evil!Morgana anon from last time :) I really liked your fic!! You did an amazing job! ❤️❤️ also if you feel like writing it, could I request an angsty evil!morgana x fem!reader? thanks! 🥰

Thank you anon! It's been awhile since I've written anything Merlin related so I hope this is good!

Title: One Last Meeting

Merlin tag list: @geocookie21

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @imjustassaneasyou, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian

You took a deep breath of the cool air as the wind whipped around you. The night was unsettled, you could tell, and you knew that after this evening everything was going to change. You closed your eyes as you felt the change in the air, a small smile on your face.

“It’s been awhile,” you said, not opening your eyes, “You’ve been busy.”

“You’ve been away.”

“My kind are not welcome here. At least for the meantime.”

“Then why come back?”

“Because you called for me.”

You opened your eyes and turned around to face Morgana. She raised an eyebrow at you as she walked slowly towards you. You didn’t move from your spot and you watched her curiously.

“I’ve called to you before,” she said, “And you’ve previously ignored me. What makes now so different.”

“You are on the verge of war.”

“Correct.”

“And you want me to fight with you.”

“Yes.”

“Morgana,” you sighed and shook your head, “You know that I cannot do that.”

Tension filled the air and Morgana clenched her jaw in irritation. You had known Morgana for long enough to know that she would not take your answer well.

“Together we can destroy Camelot.”

“I have no intention of destroying it.”

“Fine,” she said, “Take it over.”

“I have no intention of doing that either.”

“Why not?”

“Because that is not our destiny.”

“Then what is?”

“I cannot tell you that,” you said with a sigh, “As I have told you many times before.”

You turned on you heel, your cloak swishing in the wind, as you prepared to leave. As you brushed passed her, Morgana’s hand shot out and grabbed your arm. You looked down at her hand but she refused to let go.

“If you leave,” she said, “Uther will kill you.”

“If I stay Uther will kill me,” you said, “I am a Druid. It doesn’t matter where we run, we will always be hunted.”

“Then help me destroy him.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because that is not my way,” you put your hand on top of hers and gently pried it off your arm, “I will not resort to violence.”

“So you’d rather die.”

“I will not betray the values that I was raised on.”

“I never took you to be a coward.” Morgana spat

“Is it cowardice to go up against the person you love?”

You cupped Morgana’s face and brushed your thumbs over her cheeks. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment as she leant into your touch.

“You cannot fight violence with more violence,” you said, “You will only show Uther what he believes- that magic is dangerous and should be removed from the land.”

“Violence is the only language that Uther knows.”

“There will come a time when his views will change. That the views of those who come after him will be different to his.”

“You really believe that.”

“I can but hope,” you said with a sad smile, “Without hope, what is there?”

“I don’t want to see you die.”

“Uther will not kill me. You have my word.”

You pressed a kiss against Morgana’s forehead and shut your eyes. This wasn’t an easy decision to make and yet it was one you must do.

“You’re really choosing your principles over me.”

“Oh Morgana,” you pressed your forehead against hers, “This is about doing what is right.”

“I’m not going to see you again, am I?”

You smiled sadly at her and blinked rapidly, determined not the let the tears fall.

“May we meet again in another life,” you said sadly, “Do not let the desire for revenge cloud your soul.”

#fanfiction #merlin #reader insert #request #morgana #Morgana Pendragon #morgana x reader #morgana pendragon x reader

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tokyogruel · 11 months ago

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part 2!!!!

MAHIRU

psychogram: "It was always going to end this way. Is your color changing because I touched you?" (note: when someone dies of asphyxiation, they usually turn blue/purple in the face. when someone drowns, the same tends to happen)

"There’s nothing here but foul words, they swallowed me up"

"I agree, there was enough love in the first place"

"You’re too wonderful, I don’t want to let anyone else have you. Hey, if not me, who would you choose?" "If you won’t answer, then I don’t need you"

It’s so heavy, it gives me a shock. Come on, tie me up tightly"

"You’d better eat every last bite Of the sweet, sweet psychogram"

“Answer me right away–where are you now?”

"I’ve had enough of apologies, Just keep smiling like that forever. Don’t make me worry; this hard goodbye Will never happen again"

"I love you so much. I dreamed of being together, just the two of us. Don’t run away anymore, I’ll protect you"

"I’ll toy with all the things that get in our way," (the note on vocaloidwiki states that she is likely saying this "in the manner that a cat plays with a mouse")

"It’s all for you, I don’t need anyone else"

"Come on, don’t be scared, I’ll never let you go"

parasite: "Hey, if you love me, please notice, let me dream"

"Why can’t you understand? I hate you! Never touch me again"

"Wait a second, when did things start going wrong, I loved the bad parts too, everything was fine. Only if I could drink a lot and have someone fill this hole. I thought I could forget about you"

"But if we are still connected, I guess it’s not that bad, I was living a lie and started feeling down"

"It’s even worse when you are nice to me, But I don’t want to be given the cold shoulder"

"I was stupid to believe that I was all you need. I’m an idiot."

"Hey, give me back the time I used loving you, You liar. But I still love you"

"Hey, please don’t leave me behind, Hey, I’m hungry. Pretend not to see spitting out saliva, You're going to throw me away as incombustible waste" (around this point in the song, you hear a bird cry out, presumably in pain)

"Why can’t you understand? I hate you, I HATE YOU!"

"It’s just a bunch of “why”, I can’t change, I want to…I don’t want to leave"

"Hey, I want you to let me hug you at the last moment, Thank you. And now, you are too"

notes: psychogram is HEAVY on the bass! parasite can be too! i think parasite might have a kalimba? im also not really sure, she uses a lot of instruments im not used to. very electronica, around 2:00 in parasite theres a bit more focus on some kind of guitar or similarly-stringed instrument. both of her songs are very "bubbly" which is fun considering parasite's focus on soda, as well as mahirus "bubbly" personality. psychogram does shift it's tone to be a bit darker, more bass-focused towards the middle-end

KAZUI

yowamushi montblanc: "These are all the feelings I have; I’ll only say them in this many words. I loved you, but it was a heavy burden. Is that all there is?"

"Who was it that I loved again? All that time I spent whiled away, And you disappeared into invisibility, even though we should still be touching." "If I completely forget you, my reflection will disappear."

"I can’t quell my doubts by thinking, “Even the truth is okay.”

"I’m still a coward at heart." (kazui pronounces "yowamushi" as "yowaimushi" here. im not proficient at japanese so this could be the "correct" way to pronounce it at this point, but it does make me think "cowardly lover" since "ai" is love)

"Put me under anesthesia. My face flushes at your inside voice." (ive highlighted inside voice, as in "neo-neon," it's implied that kazui's "inside voice"/internal self-monologue is a woman)

"I can’t turn back time, so even the truth is okay."

"Barefoot as I am, I want to indulge in your sweetness." (fun note: barefoot is a brand of wine LOL. its very tasty)

“I wish you’d just hurry up and die!”

"When we meet to discuss our contract, Once again, I go on falling into you."

"I was wishing for it all to be a lie. Because I worked out the consequences, and I was still a cowardly mont blanc, after all."

"You’re going into me so we can repeat this ad nauseam. I’ll gasp out any response to that I can think of."

some early notes: if you havent seen my post about kazui being transfem, please feel free to skim through it. i have a feeling that yowamushi montblanc is more likely than not kazui speaking to/about herself. her "internal voice" being sweet (feminine), and towards the end, “I wish you’d just hurry up and die!” could be hinako, "You’re going into me so we can repeat this ad nauseam." is likely kazui continuing to repress her true self)

neo-neon (aka the best cover song): "Going in circles, Neo-Neon. I should have told the truth if it was going to be like this" "but I wanted to keep on shining, to show you I can lie for you"

"Love always wins and I always lose, and that's fine"

"e.g. if the person who apologizes is the bad one, I will make myself the devil and say “I’m sorry” a million times. If it makes you smile from the heart"

"Is it selfish to make it into my favorite shape and love it?"

"e.g. I don’t know everything about you. e.g. I can’t be your ideal person. Does that surprise you? Didn’t you expect that?"

"I can’t say it even if it kills me"

"e.g. You quit your heartbeat. e.g. I quit my breathing" (note: i have heard trans women state before that coming out in a positive way is like "letting out a breath of air that i didnt realize i was holding" a sentiment i agree with as a trans person)

notes: yowamushi montblanc i would describe as "soft electronica" at certain points, with plenty of focus on guitar, as well as a drumline in the background. there is finger snapping in the background at certain points.

neo-neon continues to be the best cover song. there is violin, a music box (which i go into more detail on in my transfem kazui post) THERE IS A RUBBER DUCK THAT SQUEAKS OKAY? its giving childhood tenderness. there is water that flows, the guitar is soft and acoustic, the bass is 120bpm, a heartrate. at several points the majority of the instruments cut out, and it's just kazui. this song is so fucking good LOOK AT ME

AMANE

positive parade: "Hey, but aren’t you straight up bawling your eyes out? It’s not normal for you to pretend that everything’s fine. I have something to say, but, where is that gloominess I’ve been saddled with?"

"Someday, it suddenly overflows: “I’m sorry, it’s no use, please help me.”

"So before that happens, depend on me to help you!"

(note: it has been pointed out before in the fandom that this gloved hand is likely amane herself)

"Press the dreams you want to fulfill close to your chest. Give everything you want to do a shot."

"Let’s talk and dance with the stars on a night that doesn’t end."

"Even when times are tough, the light is always by our sides."

“We can’t stop.” You’ll be alright, because you’ll end up smiling beautifully."

“I forbid you from pushing yourself too hard."　"I’m right here.”

So that I’m not bent out of shape by tomorrow, if we could laugh together again…

I’m not wrong, but, if someone says “no, that’s not right,”I won’t support anything that denies you."

"You can take the opportunity to hold me close, and you can share the burden of your worries with me. I say it’s embarrassing, but the truth is, I feel the same way."

animal: "The makeup comes off and I'm a barefaced animal, I do it wild even if it’s ugly"

"I can’t "sit," I can’t even "stay," I purr until I come"

"You want me to bite you? The beat accelerates, let’s do both the good and bad Let’s get lost in each other, break through the gate, high expectations for love are not allowed"

"If I could even love pain, I would be so happy"

"Show your fangs and howl "ZUKKYUUUUN♡"* Once I bite, I don’t let go" (*the vocaloidwiki clarifies that "zukkyun" is the sound of "one's heart throbbing")

"You can’t be serious, you're so not worth eating to the point that you're boring, I wanted you to resist at least a little"

"With layers of makeup, I'm the perfect animal, I'm waiting with my eyes wide open"

"meow♡, mEOW♡♡♡ hiss, hiss, hISS!!!"

notes: positive parade is soft techno! the instrumentals are pretty simple, a few notes here and there of some kind of metal-chime, techno sounds are plastered all over it. theres some thumping of a drum, but overall the song is relatively repetitive, soft, and child-like

the animal cover is very different. it's still primarily techno, but the sounds are harsher, the bass is heavier, theres electric guitar. animal more closely resembles a mix of positive parade and reversible campaign/monopoisoner. if you subscribe to the "amane has DID" theory like i do, then youre in luck. both of amane's songs sound as if they are about and for herself, taking care of herself because others wont. she's definitely in the early stages of "one unfocused identity splitting into two or more fleshed-out identities" a keystone of DID around the age where it can start to become more noticeable and solidify as a disorder. and if youre concerned about the innuendos and raunchy themes of animal.. unfortunately, theyre likely on the nose for some of amane's potential trauma, im sorry to say.

MIKOTO

monopoisoner: Playing the game of “Look that way”, just like that,"

"With my fist balled up from our little game of “rock, paper, scissors”, I hit you square across the face"

"Something that feels as good as this, There is nothing else like it, right? I’m thinking that I’m surely Allowed to do something like this"

"As for who is right, look here, It’s already been decided that I am on the side of justice, OK? You’re nothing but a devil and yet You’ve gotten way too full of yourself"

"Since there’s no one else as despicable as you, I beg of you, why don’t you just go off and die already?"

"When wielding this toxic desire to monopolize, And projecting it into you,"

"It seems like it can be so easily erased, The entirety of that heart"

“She belongs completely, entirely to me!”

"No one can hope to cut this connection between us, For when it comes to violating you as I please, Even laws and rules won’t stop me"

"As for who is acting strangely, look here, It’s already been decided that I’m the normal one, OK?" "Do you have a preference for plundering? Because what’s being stolen away right now is your life"

"Even though the outcome was understood from the start…The foolish you is already done for “nothing to see here, move on, pay no heed”

"But that hole opens up, A role for me to play. “Please, feel ashamed of this self from today” But that hole opens up, A role for an idiot to play"

reversible campaign: "Using my worthless ego as a pretext, I just want to waver between black and white How's an unburied heart? Isn't it throbbing? Wait, that's just my imagination"

"Here we go again, I've cried again, pretending to be hurt I wear my outfit on the stage, while laughing"

"My thoughts get confused and fight with each other" "The red thread is entangled, on the stage nothing but chaos"

"The love that I can't touch again is squeezing, getting tight" "It's ok even if it's a fake LOVE. It hurts a bit though, just a bit"

"Depending on this self that can't be saved, I cheerfully decorate myself with a fake smile. How are the tears of a damaged girl?"

"You're only a "regret" now,"

"I've cried again, sewing this poison-covered mouth"

"Choosing to remain silent is rather odd, since it will spread anyway"

"Even if my thoughts become vague and lose their colors. I'll always picture your image in my mind, Even if the red thread becomes untied and I can't grasp it again, I'll always sing about you"

"Your love is burned in me,No matter how many times I try to wash it away. It's turned me upside down but I'm a bit happy about it."

notes: monopoisoner and reversible campaign are DRASTICALLY different from one another. monopoisoner has hard rock, electric guitar, drums, and piano- alongside other instruments. there is a lot of frantic, rhythmic tapping in the background, sharp noises (kind of reminds me of the ringing in your ears from tinnitus, something that often accompanies PTSD), there is a childish-sounding kaleidoscope that sounds vaguely like circus music, as well as a small amount of accordion. around 2:40, there is a plucking instrument, likely a harp, and the very faintest amount of violin, before the accompanying instruments return. there is a clock ticking at one point

reversible campaign on the other hand, is very techno-focused. the xylophone is back, but sounds much more ""mature?"" it kind of reminds me of the classic "skeleton playing it's own ribcage" theres some good baselines, lots of trilling sounds, very poppy. when it's slowed down, ive repeatedly described (to my partner) that the song sounds like "runway music." there is a music box in this song as well. the piano returns, and id have to compare the two- but its very similar to the monopoisoner piano tune. the violins are much stronger, there are bird noises, there is some guitar but it is very far from the hard rock of monopoisoner

for the lyrics, im of the opinion that the "main fronter" in MeMe was likely mikoto's persecutor, and the unforgiven verdict kind of pushed him to the back of their mind. reversible campaign seems longing for him a tad, but maybe a bit relieved?

KOTOKO

anti-beat: "My back gets itchy when you try to put your arms around me. Those eyes which look on me so kindly, can I gouge them out?"

"Plucked from their sockets, please hang them up for all to see. Painfully unpleasant, come and receive this punishment for loving me"

"I just want to die already, So I can finally be at ease" "But all I know is pain, And there’s nowhere to run"

"Thinking about 'I love you' reminds me of that nauseous feeling"

"Just being near you turns me into a different person"

"Yeah, I tried telling you this so many times. How is it? The taste of these sins" "It’s gradually reaching its limit, This world where you exist"

"What part of me do you like? If you tell me, I'll do anything for you If I’m told “I love all of you, every single part”, I’ll just be filled with hate I absolutely detest the “me” that you love"

"I’m stuck with no way to escape"

"These heartbeats of mine double in speed. All that you’ve done for me, all that you’ve given me, it just, it just…"

"All that you’ve done for me, all that you’ve given me, it has turned me into such a mess. Everything is just such a mess…"

streaming heart: "Though I say many things, Please try and seek out the real me. In the space between truth and lies, I hid myself away"

"For a like-minded pair who are no good alone, Being together is what grants happiness. But coming to hate the connection which was made. Saying “You’re better off alone”

"These feelings which just can’t be settled, What conclusion will they arrive at, I wonder? As recompense for nearly drowning, Finding oxygen to breathe once more"

“You’re a weakling, aren’t ya?” This falling feeling Can be so pleasant…"

"I want to pull down the curtain on this love. An inner voice brutally warped by this relationship, I will aim for a “love-lost” ending to the story. Me giving rise to a sense of hatred would be a great success"

"Anyhow, if there was just another of me over there, Well then, surely happiness could be found. Today I’ll play the girl, Taking things to a foolish extreme"

"Knowing that this is egoselfishness, But nevertheless unable to stop it" "I want to reach that final goodbye,For existing as this “me” is the opposite of fun. I don’t exactly want to get carried away, But things being as they are…"

"Having said many things, Please try and seek out real me. In the space between truth and lies, Hidden away so well"

notes: i love kotoko so much man. to me, she seems like a very deeply traumatized person who has pushed herself so far away from the people around her that she cant remember what it felt like to properly love and trust someone. her attacking the other prisoners, to me, seems like the acts of someone who is terrified for her own safety. "if i hit them first, they wont know how to retaliate, they cant hurt me before i hurt them" "if i push other people away, then they will never get the chance to abandon me"

kotoko also does not have hard rock, she has rock, or even soft rock for her motif. she is more similar to haruka in this way, though she tends to toe the line between him and mikoto in this way. anti beat has guitar, some synth it sounds like? it has a few elements of electronica. the guitar is definitely the star of the show. there is some drums.

streaming heart starts heavy with the guitar, and adds a lot more electronica and other electric-instruments very quickly. there is a lot of rhythmic clapping (though i think this is also in anti-beat?) the guitar has soft points during their solos. there is some strong bass, but it is way more "electric" than deep, like mahiru's parasite. the song does have some harder points, but these are less rock and way more like dubstep. again, the guitar is far more similar to haruka than it is to mikoto.

i would also like to point out this is a very quickly-written post. i could write essays on each of these characters based on their instrumentals alone. haruka's instrumentals skip a beat in android girl, shidou makes a "tsumi to batsu" reference in liar dance, mahiru references "shinkai summit" and kotoko references "love-lost elegy" all deco*27 songs that can still be connected to these characters, despite not being part of milgram at all (yet?)

i could go on and on and on and on and\

but ill leave it there

22 - your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores 👀

from this ask game!

OKAY SO... i know i KNOW yamanaka has said the cover songs have nothing to do with the character's murders... BUT IDGAF ABOUT THEIR MURDERS I CARE ABOUT THE CHARACTERS!!!

the cover songs are SO UNBELIEVABLY UNDERRATED in terms of character analysis and their personalities! the instruments used, the tones of the songs, the lyrics telling us how the character feels... i fully believe the cover songs are extracted from their hearts!! which is why some of them are SO DIFFERENT FROM THEIR MAIN SONGS!

i could go on about all of the character's cover songs.... so i will LOL

HARUKA

two breaths walking: “This is Page 1 of the process of my evolution.” harukas second voice drama is titled "Metamorphosis of the Weak"

"Because I want to hold you, I walk with my two legs. Because it’s lonely on my own, I breathe with you"

"Have you learned the words yet?"

"Hey, suck in my breath again now. I try to say “I love you,” but Instead I’m living my whole life as a sort of oxygen tank. Suck in the words I've spit out and breathe no more"

android girl:

By now I’d rather we build our own “Togetherland”. We’ll click together, so climb aboard. “Pay more attention to me, it’s not enough!”

“Oh, you’re so cute. What’s to be done about you?” I’m tired by now of the way. You resizing compliments makes my heart flutter.

I know I’m yours and yours alone, but do you even like “me”?

All my kisses with you hurt so much when they closed up my throat."

notes: harukas cover songs both focus on poor relationships, choking/the inability to breathe/etc. android girl also has elements of trap music, which is not present in two breaths walking, and as ive said before: trap music is primarily muu's motif

YUNO

sticky bug: "Say that you love me, say that you love me, Since there’s nothing else I need"

"So to put it simply, let’s start recording"

"Your smiling face, your embarrassed face as well. I want to catch every single one of your expressions! So not leaving out a single moment I’ll commit everything to memory."

"As for my dream, it’s to be that stickybug right by your side" "I say “goodnight” only so that I can say “good morning” tomorrow"

"Say that you love me, for if I’m lucky, then at any rate, I really want every single part of you…"

i dont have a lot of comments on this since i dont know yuno that well comparatively, but i do have a theory that yuno's "true murder" is actually tying up a man in her basement and torturing him for pleasure, so... haha which "stickybug" gives a lot of "im obsessed with you" vibes, and...

vampire: "“I can’t take it anymore” you're such a bad boy"

"I want to try it, I want to spit it all out, I can definitely go more"

"It’s Fxxx, it’s sxx, it’s pAxxxUx* Until I eat all of you, screeeeam!"

"Longing for someone and then letting that feeling wither is such a turn off. After crying and forgetting about it, it's back to “Hi, nice to meet you.”

"When I spit out everything I was hiding, they were all things that were like "That's so true!" "I reply with no after no, since selfishness is free, I get greedy and miss my chance again"

"It's addicting, right up to the part where I drown in it, screeeeeeeeeeam!!!" "“I can’t take it anymore” I want you to make me say it too"

notes: i really struggle with yunos character, she is surprisingly deceptive. i want to take the "mahiru is a stalker" theory and slap it on yuno, ok? her instrumentals are also very "yuno" and i have not noticed any motifs that connect her to another character

FUUTA

his songs do really feed into the "fuuta is a queer man" theory that i love

mozaik role: "A word bit into you, And I just described the liquid leaked from the wound as "love"

"Just like you and me who have fatal ties."Even so, I love you..." How's that?"

"What's wrong with loving you... I'll tie you, not let anyone to touch you. This must be fate, right?"

"As I don't even know whether it's love or lust, what should I do with giving out?"

"What's wrong with killing myself, if you hate me?" "Disappearing, disappearing, a world of love"

salamander: "Hey, Salamander! Hot is good, don’t you think so? Is it a big deal?" "It’s heating up inside my head" "If you know, I would like you to tell me first, ok?"

"I surrender, I’m already hooked, I can’t function without you anymore" "

"I can’t stop, I don’t want to stop! Make sure to cool it down so you don’t get burned" (*note: the vocaloidwiki says that the line is more along the lines of "make sure to blow on it, cool it down so you dont get burned" and uses "fuu~" (haha fuu~ta), the onomatopoeia for blowing air)

"As many times as possible, I want to be on fire when I reach the climax"

"I want to escape, but I’m not able to"

notes: salamander has a few focuses on guitar, remniscent of haruka's guitar motif. it also has a jazz solo, which, yknow- thats kazui's motif

MUU

mm,y favorit e lesabiam,,,

otome(maiden) dissection: "Let's play Maiden Dissection!"

"I've wanted to feel shame, ever since that night when I realized"

"Good evening, is now a good time?"

"Without you, none of that matters" "Both of us with our masks on, we flirted"

"Yeah, there's a kid there, lost in anything and everything, Shedding tears, meowing "SOS" with their eyes only halfway open"

"This disease, the whole package, I'll send it to you as an attachment. I don't wanna go so far as to share all the things that cause me pain. I just wanna run away from this love..."

"Calling each other by our real names "I don't wanna live" was what I should've said. Will I ever find peace?"

"Sorry for calling you so early. I must've woken you up, huh? Are you up to chat right now?"

"I had a dream where you fell in love with somebody else. Please tell me it's not true. C'mon, love me please?"

"Listen, you've been pretty cold lately"

"Pulling burning passion out of each other. I can't stand you telling me "no!" Will we ever clear up this misunderstanding?"

"Smearing drool on top of the "baguette" (haha get it bc muu is french? do you get it? are you listening to m

"I wanna feel shame, just like I did on that night when I realized"

"it's good as long as it hurts"

MKDR: "I went and said it, I want to be with you just one more time. No, no, to drag things out would be annoying. I’m sorry, come back Carbon dioxide, your atmospheric concentration"

"I want to soak in a dream of a swamp" (夢 muu's name, dream)

"Even if you tell me I’m selfish, I’ll just lap it up. It’s not uncertain, there’s no future. I want to be reborn with your face" (im struggling to find sources for this, but ive heard a few times that there is folklore that when you die, you are reborn with the face of your past life's lover.)

"I went and found out, Even if you flip over the words “I hate you” There’s no “I love you” hidden there"

"I’m mad with idealism, imagining a smile. My bloodshot wish will soon be relieved" "But there’s no love anywhere that’s “just fine”

"A melody of fools with nowhere to go. Retrying – rebirth – teleportation. The number of tries keeps accumulating at the mercy of an endless love"

"I detest love"

"Are you angry? … I’m not angry. We’re perfectly in sync and yet off the beat"

"If this were a movie or a TV show. Though I’d endure it until the credits. I wouldn’t want to watch it again. It’s all too cruel, from beginning to middle to end"

"But I still end up believing in a love that’s “just fine”

"The topography I protected by hating love is beginning to warp properly" (this part im not sure how well it actually translates into english..??? because "typography"... likely means "this person, this character, this ideal" since.. kanji/typography is super super important in jpn language)

"We’ll hurt each other over and over" "But I end up remembering the lie of “I’m just fine”

"I detest love"

notes: both of muu's songs use a lot of "soft trap" music, shes very mellow, and both songs focus very strongly on "painful love", unrequited love, love that hurts her. its likely both of these songs are about how she feels about rei. the music in MKDR also "dances" between your left and right headphones. ive yet to find motifs that connect her to another prisoner. there is a bit of piano in mkdr. there is bass and guitar in otome dissection that isnt in mkdr

SHIDOU

i hat e yo u i hate yuo. ohate you. triage link

liar dance: ""Stolen? Just whatever do you mean?""

"Having made a vow, to you and you alone. Declaring this loveless love of mine in front of you"

"Committing myself to this performance, set lines and all. Those memories we've desperately created and clung to, they blend together and feelings between us intensify"

"Blabbering on about stuff, could you shut up for a bit? Because everything is starting to look like a lie" "Yes, I've realized that we're both guilty here"

"Dance away, liar. This love has swelled up like a balloon, let's turn it into a lie with the prick of a needle. On the count of "I-love-you"

"Having hidden it away so that no one can touch it. A thirsty dance, carving that carbonated melody"

"Damn it! You figured it...wait, whatever are you talking about?" Screwing up time and again is no reason to drop the act. Having fallen into this bottomless swamp, will you even realize you're drowning?"

"Everyone and their brother is laughing at you. Even I've become unable to see you as anything but a lie. But somehow I still have these feelings for you"

"We're already partners in this crime called "love" "Turn me inside-out and I look just like you" "It's nice to meet you, "Crime" and Punishment"

"It's a bit scary, But the moon looks so beautiful, doesn't it?"

delusion tax: "Hey, that girl is pretty great... Her too!" Looks like you’re thinking some pretty nice thoughts over there... Are you really satisfied with just that?"

“That girl is alright… That one works too, I guess”

"Let’s pay the Delusion Tax. For the sake of making everyone’s life oh so wonderful…" "Turning wishes into reality, Right now, buy back your future!"

"That’s right, for all these dirty delusions, let’s settle the bill with this dirty money"

"Existing for your sake alone, mandatory affections and obligated kindness "NO!" to Though you should be satisfied, a voice from within shouts “NO!” We have an idiot on our hands, it seems..."

"Look, just up and borrow the "desired amount" Reality is a bitter-sweet pill to swallow"

"That which you wish for, the person you think of, The past which you hate as well, they’ll all be as you like."

"But those wishes won't really come true, even if you pay. For it’s all a lie, a great big farce. Thanks for all that, that's plenty. These scraps of paper belongs to me now"

notes: shidous cover songs are all over the place. "Liar Dance" has a lot of references to the other prisoners, the instrumentals are??? electronica? guitar? and a soft melody of piano, if you listen close enough. delusion tax goes strong with an instrument i can not place! it sounds, wooden in structure? but i dont know it off the top of my head. delusion tax has car alarms playing at certain points, it also features a piano melody. liar dance has a very small amount of jazz. theres a police scanner in liar dance and i cannot make out the words

ALSO THIS IS GETTING REALLY LONG... ill have to add the other 5 in a reblog,, oh god im so tired. my back hurts

#creature speaks #milgram

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wifebread · 2 years ago

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Obsessed | Pt.7

Pairing: Stalker!Min Yoongi x Original female character

Tags: Forced relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Manipulations, Mentions of cruelty, Mentions of deaths, Mentions of drugs, Murders, Original female character, Out of character, Stalking, Unhealthy relationships, Violence.

Summary: She wasn't afraid of this man, didn't take threats seriously, blaming everything on the fact that it was just to attract attention. However, she did’t know what he was capable of.

word count: 2,4k

I do not condone the actions described in the story, this is all fiction and does not relate to the real members of the BTS in any way. If you are uncomfortable with tags, please do not read!! Or read at your own risk.

a/n: Thanks to the wonderful author who allowed me to translate this work! Please keep in mind that English is not my native language, so if you notice any mistakes, point them out to me! I can also edit the chapter after I publish it, so don't be surprised if you see some strange moments (it means I haven't corrected them yet). Thank you.

source: https://ficbook.net/readfic/12255891

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 ,Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8

"Don't distress yourself"

“Is it uncomfortable to lie on wood?” he asked watching Percy constantly squirming and trying to take a different position. The girl nodded and wanted to roll over on her back. “Let's move to the grass.”

Lifting the Song in his arms, the stranger went to the tree to lie down next to it.

Lowering the girl, he sat down on the ground himself, resting her head on his legs. Percy was finally able to roll over and face the stranger. Contrary to her expectations, it wasn't Suga. How did she determine that? His hair is blond, and the stranger had peach-colored hair. Percy stared at him for a long time, not caring at all that it was indecent.

“You’re about to drill a hole in me with your eyes,” looking into Percy’s eyes, whose head was still on his lap, the guy said.

“What a coward he is,” chuckled Song, rolling over on her side. Inside, everything was burning, tearing apart. “Sent another errand boy, no offense.” she added, waving her hand.

“What makes you think that someone sent me? I dragged myself here.”

“Because there was almost no one in the park. In addition, nowadays, no one will run himself to help, without someone's requests and orders. To shoot on the phone – yes, to help – hardly. Most people, passing by those who need help, think: "someone will help him," therefore they simply ignore.

“Okay, I give up,” the stranger said hesitantly. “But seriously, why did you jump into the water?”

“What difference does it make now? It didn't work out anyway.” the girl pressed her hands to her chest, looking at the pier from which she jumped some time ago, hoping to drown.

They were in this position in silence for a couple of minutes, until the guy decided to answer the girl's words anyway. And although he might get in trouble for it, he just couldn't leave it like that.

“Think about it,” he began, exhaling and looking up at the sky. “if he had come here or to the party himself, would he have been able to control himself?” Percy rolled over on her back, then looked questioningly at the guy. “He's ready to bury half the city just for saying an unkind word to you. At the same time,” poking the girl's forehead with his index finger, he continued. “he himself can, in a fit, mess things up and harm.”

“Nonsense,” Song began with a snort. “You are now retelling a chapter from some mafia fan fiction on wattpad. V said he's angry now.” After a short pause, Percy continued. “He would definitely... kill me.”

"He's not mad at you,” the guy began, rubbing his eyes and sighing heavily. “but at himself. God, who am I explaining it to? Whatever I tell you, it's all fantasy and chapters from fan fiction.”

The girl thought about the guy's words. Percy wondered why Suga was mad... at himself. Maybe because he chose her?

“Why is he angry?” Song asked softly, fingering the grass.

“What do you think?” the guy looked at her as if she was a fool, and she just shrugged her shoulders. “What funny kids you are," he said with a grin. “Because ...” the guy did not have time to finish, when suddenly the phones of both vibrated.

Percy left her smartphone at the pier so that, in case of failure with drowning, it wouldn’t be damaged. And yet, she assumed the option that she would stay alive.

Abruptly rising from the guy's lap, Son sat down on the grass and turned on the phone entering the messages.

From: Suga

23:44 "The princess can't live without a formidable dragon?"

The girl snorted, reading the message over and over again. She thought it was funny, because thoughts about the film "Shrek" immediately crept into her head.

However, the guy whose name we still don't know was tense and in no hurry to open messages. Although he was a person close to Suga, you can expect anything from him.

From: Suga

23:46 "Jin was supposed to give you a note"

23:46 "Did he do it?"

The girl looked at the guy who started searching his pockets. Taking out the cherished piece of paper, Jin put it on the grass.

“He'll definitely hang me," the guy said, laughing. The problem is that the piece of paper was in his pocket all the time. And at the moment when he was pulling Percy out of the water too, that’s why it was all wet and it became extremely problematic to make out the text.

"And you don't remember what was there?" Song asked, raising her eyebrows.

"I'll tell you more," Jin began, trying to dry the paper and waving his hand. “I was not enlightened at all about what was written there.”

The girl was shaking again, but not from the cold. Percy realized that she had to get out of it somehow, otherwise Jin would suffer.

Song looked at him, then at the smartphone, thinking what to do.

If you answer "no", you will sign the guy's sentence, but whether he is mortal or not is unknown. If you text "yes", you can screw up if he asks you to tell him what was in that note.

“Hit-or-miss,” Percy whispered, exhaling, and then answered Suga "yes."

The girl immediately told Jin that she had answered Suga, so together they began to wait for an answer from him.

He didn't keep them waiting long.

From: Suga

23:50 "Good"

23:51 "Then don't forget to leave the window open for me ;)"

Goosebumps ran down the girl's body, and her legs became wadded up, and it seemed that if she got up now, she would fall back to the ground like a sack.

“Well, what's there?” noticing how the girl changed her face, Jin asked, pursing his lips.

“He told me to leave the window open for him.” Percy cleared her throat. “So... he'll come by himself?” Jin looked away, lost in thought. “Or just deliver something?”

There was silence for a couple of minutes.

“You know,” the guy suddenly began. “I don't want to scare you or upset you, but most likely he will come himself.” Jin said with a sigh.

“And what will he do?” the girl asked the guy, thinking that he knows everything, even though it's not so. “He doesn't want to tell his name, and he wasn't going to show his face either.”

"Nobody knows what's on Suga's mind," Jin began, spreading his hands. "Only him himself. Don't distress yourself," the guy continued, patting the girl on the shoulder. "He hasn't done anything to you, and he won't.” Jin highlighted the last words. “He'll try to scare you, yes.” taking the phones and sticking the microphones and speakers into the ground, the guy said. “I don't know if he will threaten...” Jin continued hesitantly, which made the girl laugh hysterically.

"He's already threatened," Percy said, sighing. “It seems to me that I can take it all. I messed up, made him angry, and you said that no one knows what's on his mind. No one can guarantee that he won’t touch me, even if he loves me greatly.

Jin tensed, looking sympathetically at the girl.

“I can only give advice,” looking at one point, the guy began, to which Percy nodded questioningly. “Indulge his whims; try not to make him angry anymore. If he's going to visit, then prepare yourself somehow.”

Percy looked away and went deep into her thoughts:

"How to prepare?"

"Go to the shower, clean up the room and buy something delicious?"

"Or prepare in another way?"

"Not in this lifetime! If this psychopath thinks that I'm going to sleep with him, hell no"

"And if he gets this from me with threats?"

"Or maybe he just wants to talk?"

And in order not to waste nerves and not scare herself with the worst options, the girl stopped at going to the shower, she will clean up the room and get something for tea.

***

On the way home, Percy went into a convenience store and bought brownies, as well as a cake.

She has already laid out sweets on her desktop and cleaned up. All she had to do is take a shower.

“He shouldn't get mad,” Percy thought as she lathered her hair. "I do everything for His Majesty," the girl continued her thoughts with a chuckle.

Percy didn’t even suspect that he was standing under the windows to her room and waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.

Suga liked the idea of Percy going to the convenience store at night, alone, despite her fear of the dark, and buying something for him. He was especially glad that the girl was now splashing in the shower for him. Wants to smell nice and maybe to please him. But how much is enough?

“I love this feeling," Percy said, exhaling and plopping down on the bed.

The girl did not dry her hair, because it's night outside and parents will be angry because of the noise. Removing the towel from her head, Percy got out of bed and hung it on the door that leads to the bathroom.

After looking around the room and not noticing the changes, Song sighed with relief and, taking the phone, lay down on the bed. The girl was looking for a comfortable position for a long time, and finally, when she lay down on her right side, she was able to relax.

She wanted to dismiss thoughts about Suga and the fear of him somewhere far away, but it was difficult to do so. Even her favorite program could not help distract her, because the image of the guy immediately popped up before her eyes.

Song had never seen him, so she could only build an image herself. In Percy's eyes, Suga's body was completely covered with tattoos; because of Shin's words, Percy thought he was a bodybuilder or a former trainer at a fitness club; age over 20, although thoughts crept in that he was 30 at all; light eyes, possibly blue.

The last thing she wanted to think about was that he was over 30. Percy finds it disgusting.

While Song was immersed in her thoughts, almost not listening to the presenters of the program, she didn’t notice how the mattress bent under the weight of someone else's body. For a moment, Percy thought she was imagining it. However, she realized that she was wrong when she was hugged around the waist and pressed to someone. The phone immediately fell out of the hand.

"The dragon has come to his princess," the guy's slightly hoarse voice was heard right next to her ear, which made Percy twitch. There was no doubt that it was Suga. After all, who in their right mind would climb into someone's room through a window?

"Don't shake, my darling," Suga purred, burying his nose in the girl's neck. “Do you know how long I've been waiting for this?” after a short silence, he continued, hugging Percy even more tightly. “They are cold even after a shower,” taking Son by the hand and twining her fingers with his, he continued.

“Are you..." it sounded like a squeak, so Song cleared her throat. “mad at me?” She felt Suga tensed. The guy squeezed Percy's fingers harder, causing a slight pain. However, when he heard the girl hiss, he let go.

“Why would I be mad at you?” he purred, running his nose along Percy's neck, which caused goosebumps. "It's not your fault.”

Closing her eyes for a moment, the girl exhaled faintly.

“But let's make a deal," Suga began, releasing Song's hand and sliding up her body to her neck. “that you will no longer go to such parties, meet someone and turn off the phone.�� the guy covered Percy's neck with his palm, then lightly squeezed. "Baby, you'll really upset me if you let someone else touch you.” he continued, squeezing her throat harder, which really scared Percy.

“Okay,” feeling a tickle in her throat, the girl answered hoarsely, covering the guy's hand with her own in an attempt to remove it.

“Not 'okay' ” Suga suddenly barked, throwing the girl away from him, causing her to almost fall off the bed. “Today you turned off your phone and tried to drown yourself, and what are you going to do tomorrow?” The guy grabbed Percy's shoulders. “Will you become a drug addict and go to a whorehouse?”

Song looked into Suga's eyes and was surprised at how quickly his mood changed. She noticed that the guy was quite attractive and that he had a wiry build.

“How can you not understand that you will only be happy with me?” Suga looked like a child. "Do I have to lock you up with hundreds of locks so that you don't disobey anymore?" After these words, Percy's mouth opened slightly in mute shock.

"I'm sorry, I didn't... I didn't mean to scare you." lifting Song and pressing it to his chest, he said.

"Don't lock me up," the girl whispered, afraid to move.

And although Percy could save herself with words: "I swear I won't disappoint you anymore! We can see each other, go for a walk and even start a relationship, because I like you!" she sat motionless. Song decided to act a little differently.

"If you want to lock me up, it's obviously not at my house, right?" Suga nodded. “Don't you think it's we should... start seeing each other more and get to know each other better in order to move to such a level?" she was trying to delay what Suga was talking about. Percy has no doubt that he can lock her up.

"I like your idea," Suga chuckled, pulling Song closer to him and kissing the top of her head. "Maybe my darling will see that I'm not a monster or a beast, and then I won't have to lock her up.” the girl, pulling a smile, recoiled from the guy, looking into his eyes. Running her hand over his cheek, she was surprised at how pale Suga's skin was.

“Is this for me?” nodding at the boxes of sweets on the table, the guy asked.

“Of course,” Song replied without removing her fake smile.

Percy had read articles about unhealthy people more than once, so she decided that it was better to play along with him and do as he wanted. Over time, he may get tired of Song and Suga will forget her.

to be continued...

#yandere bts #yandere youngi #yoongi x reader #yandere x reader #bts x reader #stalker yoongi #yandere kpop #bts yandere #btsyandere #yandere bangtan #kpop yandere #yandere #yandere au #bts #bts fanfic

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young-dumb-and-vaccinated · 3 years ago

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Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Pregnant!Female!Reader) pt. 14

Hannibal reads too much into Max's attempt to reconcile and cult girl revisits her past.

@wisesandwichshark @pearlstiare

Trigger warnings: discussions of death, abandonment, military casualties, emotional abuse

You soon returned to the opera knowing you had nothing to hide. Hannibal selected for you an off-white maternity gown so form-fitting it was practically painted on. He wanted everyone to see that you, his queen, empress and goddess, were carrying his child.

It only took that evening for the whole dynamic to change. Suddenly, you were an expectant new mother. Imogen had been a massive hit, you were planning to go again.

You were affixing your heavy cubic zirconia earrings when you heard a knock at the door. You hesitated, but hurried down the stairs when you saw who it was.

"Max?" You said, upon opening the door. He stood there awkwardly, holding a bouquet of flowers. "Hi?"

"Hey, [F/N]." Max greeted, eyes darting nervously around the porch. "I just came around to apologize in person. I'm sorry I was such a chauvinist prick."

You leaned against the door. "Oh?"

"You were right." He continued. "I don't know what it's like to carry a baby, and, unless something goes very wrong, I never will."

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that." You smiled.

"Anyway, these are for you." He said, handing the bouquet over. "They're chrysanthemums."

"Thank you, Max." You said, accepting the flowers.

"Archie and I-" He scratched the back of his head. "We thought that, maybe, if you'd still have us, that we'd name the baby Chrysanthemum. With your permission, of course."

"Like the picture book?" Your face lit up. "With the little mouse girl?"

Max nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, exactly."

You hugged the bouquet into your chest and considered it again. You looked back at Hannibal, who hadn't looked up from his expectant fathers' website for a second all day. He surrounded himself with books about child psychology, attachment theory, developmental behavior patterns and somehow found himself on a tangent about institutionalized misogyny in medicine.

"I'm sorry, Max." You said, sincerely. "I really do appreciate you coming down here and apologizing, but-"

Max put his hands up and gave you a disarming smile. "I understand. Plans change."

"I just really want to stress that it's not you." You assured him. "I've kind of... really grown to like the idea of being a parent. And I think that was Hannibal's plan all along, too."

"I believe a congratulations is in order, then." His voice turned up in delight. "I'm very happy for you. Both of you."

You clutched the bouquet to your chest. "Thank you."

"Well, I'd better get going." He stepped backwards down the stairs. "I've got three pints of Ben and Jerry's in the backseat and Archie'll have my head if I come home and they've melted."

"Max, wait." You stopped him before he could get down the driveway.

"Hm?"

You leaned against the threshold and smiled warmly. "Don't be a stranger, okay?"

Max returned the smile. "Of course not."

You waved goodbye and shut the door. You hurried to the kitchen to put the flowers in water before you had to go.

"Who was that, love?" Hannibal asked, half-heartedly. He was still very fixated on his research.

"Max Thomas-Park." You answered, unwrapping the flowers from the decorative plastic.

Hannibal looked up from his computer, but left the room silent for you to fill.

"He wanted to make amends." You explained. You walked across the room to the china cabinet and selected a vase big enough to hold the ornate bouquet. "Brought flowers and everything."

"Chrysanthemums?" He asked, sniffing the air.

"I see your sense of smell is coming back." You commented.

"Interesting selection." He narrowed his eyes on the bouquet.

"Well, he said that was what he wanted to name the kid." You offered. "It was a cute pitch, not gonna lie."

Hannibal shut his laptop and examined the bouquet up close. "If he wanted to express regret, he would have done better to bring you blue or purple hyacinths."

"Well, like I said." You made a point to project a little more. "He said he wanted to name his daughter chrysanthemum."

"Mums are given to show sympathy for those in mourning." Hannibal continued, clearly having his own conversation.

"Hannibal-"

"I think your cousin got her hooks in him and he's planning to--" He cut himself off, lest he speak the unthinkable into reality. "That's why he brought mourning flowers."

"Max Thomas-Park is conspiring with Anna to kill our unborn baby?" You said, flatly, to emphasize how insane he sounded.

Hannibal held a bloom between his fingers and looked closely at it. "It's the kind of hint I would leave. For courtesy's sake."

"I think looking at parenting blogs all day has made you a little paranoid." You observed, knowing full well that an overprotective husband and soon-to-be father of your child was not a bad problem to have. Nevertheless, you shut the laptop and touched his cheek. "Come on. We're going to be late for the opera."

You heaved yourself into the passenger's seat of the car, feeling the seat give beneath your heavy frame. Every time you got into the car, you remembered that you needed to shop for a car seat. The thought just as soon left your mind every time.

“We need to look for a car seat.” You said as Hannibal shut the door, hoping that he’d remember.

“I mean,” Hannibal blurted out, still lost in his own conversation. “Max is a cultured and well-educated man. He has to know the implications of his flowers.”

You huffed, dreading to think that paranoid delusion was symptomatic of his parenting style. “Right. The twenty-seven year old data analyst who graduated with a finance MBA from UChicago is also proficient in the outdated and frivolous language of flowers.”

“In Italy, mums are only given as comfort for loss.” Hannibal said with undeserved conviction. “Exclusively, [F/N].”

You rolled your eyes and typed something up on your phone. You raised your eyebrows, feeling a bit proud of yourself for what you found.

“In Korea, y’know, the country that Max’s family is from,” You corrected. “The chrysanthemum is a symbol of friendship.”

Hannibal tensed up for a moment, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. It was as if he were trying to break himself out of a trance. “...I’m sorry, darling.”

“I know you’re scared.” You stared at his profile, trying to make out an expression. “I’m also... pretty scared. But you can’t take it out on a guy who has nothing to do with it.”

“I am scared.” He affirmed, but the way in which he did was a telltale sign that he wasn’t giving you the full story.

“Of?” You raised your eyebrow. “Finish the sentence, Hannibal.”

"I need to keep our baby safe." He answered. "And I cannot in good conscience let her come into the world knowing that someone wants to hurt her. To hurt you."

You sighed. "Hannibal, are you seriously still worried about Anna?"

"Don't underestimate the role privilege and entitlement plays in the decision to commit acts of violence." He enunciated carefully. "You of all people should know that."

"Anna has cultivated such a perfect victim image to project outwardly that even a hint of proactive violence would shatter it." You explained. "She's the poor girl who has things done to her. Her evil cousin ruined her marriage. Her evil cousin destroyed her career. And she's the innocent victim in all of it."

"Logically, I know that you can speak on her behavior with more authority than I." Hannibal admitted.

"No shit." You scoffed. "I had to live with her."

"Can we at least entertain the idea that she has something planned?" He pleaded.

"I'm surprised at you." You said. "You never really struck me as the overly-cautious type."

Hannibal shook his head. "With my own life, I'm willing to gamble. But not when it's you. And not when it's Imogen."

You tensed up. His admitted willingness to put himself in danger unlocked a core memory you had buried deep down. The only thing you knew about your own father was that he was willing to put himself in danger. To go overseas and die for fuck-all instead of live for the child he selfishly created then abandoned. He chose to give his life for oil. You didn't choose to grow up without a father and your mother didn't choose to raise a child without a partner. He made that choice for you.

"Now what are you not telling me?" Hannibal broke you out of your trance. "I know that look, [F/N]."

"Nothing." You shook your head. "You should really not plan on dying anytime soon."

"I promise you, I am not going anywhere." His voice softened. "Least of all, to Iraq."

"Okay, you're a pretty good therapist but you never told me you could read minds." You threw your hands up in defeat. "Are you a psychiatrist or are you Loki?"

"As fun as being the god of mischief would be," Hannibal smiled to himself. "I just happen to have a steel-trap memory and an admittedly quite obsessive fixation on the mental health of the mother of my child."

"I swear to god I never told you about him." You denied. "Not even in passing."

"You didn't have to." He assured you. "Beatrice did."

You were surprised for a fraction of a second until the information sat in your head long enough to realize it wasn’t surprising in the slightest. Beatrice took every opportunity she got to brag about her son's sacrifices. She never once mentioned the sacrifices he forced upon you. Only that her son was a hero.

"Did you get the 'don't believe anything [F/N] has to say about my son' speech?" Your voice flattened in complete non-surprise.

"It was a prepared speech?" Hannibal chuckled. "Pity. I thought I was special."

"She gave it to my first boyfriend." You rolled your eyes. "We were, like, fifteen."

"The root of your psychological issues becomes clearer every time we talk about Beatrice." He commented under his breath.

"I know." You conceded.

He pulled into the parking lot, turned the car off and placed his hand over yours.

"Your father was a coward." He said, bluntly. It was nice to hear what had been echoing in the back of your head out loud for once. "I know no country to serve. No god to glorify. I promise, you have the whole of me. My mind, body and soul belongs to you and our child."

You squeezed his hand. "I couldn't ask for anything else."

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hihellogoodbyebruh · 3 years ago

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I Know What You’re Thinking, You’re On My Mind (You’re Right)

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!Plus Size!Reader

Summary: Y/N and Angel are in love and these are different moments in the span of their relationship.

Warning(s): Just a lot of fluffy goodness....okay some angst (it’s me lol) but mostly fluff

Word count: 2,526

AN: This is kind of a songfic, but also not really? I think of it as a bunch of drabbles loosely connected by random parts of a song. Song title and inspo from Come Close by Common ft. Mary J. Blige. The sweetest little fic I’ve ever written. Fat Black girls deserve to be loved loudly. This is for us. As always, questions, comments, and concerns are welcomed. Happy reading lovelies! xo

Smile, happiness, you could model it And when you feel opposite I just want you to know Your whole, being is beautiful I'ma do the best I can do Cause I'm my best when I'm with you

The sound of a domino being slammed on the table caused several other park goers to turn their heads and see a striking woman jumping out of her seat.

“That’s domino bitches! Y’all really thought you could beat me in dominoes? Shoulda checked my credentials mofos!” Y/N shouted, a huge smile on her face as she talked shit.

The guys around the table all groaned and huffed as she celebrated her win. Coco swore up and down that he would be the winner and Gilly was just as sure that he would be the one. EZ just wanted to play and Angel kept his mouth shut knowing his girl had been playing dominoes with her father and uncles practically all her life.

“Whatever, Y/N. You not seeing me in poker.” Coco grumbled, though he was fighting to keep a smile off his face. He was impressed.

“Well this aint poker is it? Run me my money.” She replied, rubbing her fingers together before holding out her hand.

The men all pulled out their wallets and placed the correct amount of money into Y/N’s hands. She grinned as she fanned herself with the money before draping her body across the smirking Angel’s lap.

“Oh hey there sexy. If you’re nice I might buy you something with this considerable fortune I just won.” Y/N winked.

“You my sugar mama now?” Angel teasingly asked.

“I do taste sweet so I think I fit the description.”

“Damn right you do.” He smirked, before leaning down to kiss Y/N’s lips.

Santo Padre’s mayor, Antonia Pena, had put together a community fair to help raise money for the town and uplift spirits. It was also a great way for local businesses to showcase what they have to offer. Services and items were put into a raffle that everyone who attended the event got entered into. Y/N even managed to convince Felipe to have a little booth to show off his fine cuts of meat and how they could best be used in meals.

Angel was so in awe of her. She managed to pull even his grumpy ass father out of the house and she was constantly a source of light in his life. He doesn’t know how he got so lucky, but he knew he never wanted to let her go. He loved her more than anything and he knew she felt the same about him. She never doubted him or made him feel inadequate. She understood even the ugly parts of him. Didn’t excuse or condone his behavior, but she understood it and always reassured him that she knew he could do better.

“Whatchu staring at?” She asked, after the kiss ended and he kept his intense gaze on her.

“My whole world.” He answered honestly and she felt herself get a little emotional.

“If you make me cry in public, I will hurt you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He replied, nipping at her shoulder and making her grin.

I know in the past, love Has been sort of hard on you But I see the God in you I just want to nurture it Though this love may hurt a bit

Neither of them had the best track record when it came to relationships. Angel had an awful habit of doing things without thinking about the consequences of his actions. Impulsive isn’t a strong enough word to describe how he is. He runs on emotion a lot of the time. It frustrates Y/N to no end. She doesn’t operate like that. She rarely if ever acts on impulse. She thinks too much. Worries too much about how people will react to her and her actions. Her hesitance to engage in things before she’s run every possible scenario through her head makes Angel want to pull his hair out. He hates seeing her unsure of herself. He makes it his mission to help her just get lost in the moment sometimes. And she tries her hardest to slow him down and make him think more on things before he acts.

His lifestyle also guaranteed their love won’t always be sunshine and roses. The first time Angel got hurt Y/N thought she was going to pass out. The level of panic and fear she felt almost took her down. When she finally got to see him in the hospital bed, she burst into tears. Once he was healed, she tried to pull away from him but he wouldn’t let her. The one time Y/N was verbally and physically accosted in front of Angel, he almost shot someone right in front of her. The need to protect her almost overrode his need to keep her away from the more violent side of himself.

The silence was deafening. Neither one was ready to take the first step and speak. The whole ride back home, Y/N never said a word. Not when Angel was getting chewed out by Bishop or when several people practically gawked at her even as they tried to make it seem like they weren’t. She was silent as she went through her nightly routine and prepared for bed.

It was as she sat on the edge of the bed, preparing to slide under the covers that Angel finally snapped.

“You’re really not gonna fucking say anything?” He practically growled at her, glaring at her from where he stood at the foot of the bed. He had on his usual sleepwear of a tank top and sweats.

She sighed, “What do you want me to say Angel?”

“Anything. Cuss me out, kiss me, or I don’t know, maybe thank me?” He suggested, sarcasm in his voice at the last part because he was clearly exasperated.

She cut her eyes at him fiercely. “Thank you? You want me to thank you?”

“Yes.” He stubbornly confirmed.

She shot up from the bed and spun to face him full on. She had never been so mad at him. “Thank you Angel for causing a bigger scene. Thank you Angel for almost igniting a war between two gangs over one stupid joke. Thank you for putting yourself in harm's way and almost giving me a heart attack. Thank you so much Angel.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. It wasn’t just a stupid joke. You think I care so little about you that I wouldn’t fuck someone up for you?”

“I’ve heard way worse..” She argued, so used to minimizing her pain. Her dismissal of the incident as something trivial made him even more pissed.

“I don’t give a damn what you heard. Aint nobody gonna disrespect you in front of me and think I’m just gonna let that shit slide.”

“You could have killed him.”

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK.” He exploded, making her freeze and stare at him with her mouth slightly open. “You’re mine. I don’t know what kinda cowards you been dealing with before, but I don’t play that shit. There is no joking when it comes to you. Not from some hijo de puta who has the audacity to put his hands on you. He’s lucky the only thing I did was bust him in the head with my pistol.”

“Angel…..” She sighed, her eyes closing as she took in his words. She understood his point but was still uncomfortable with the methods.

He walked over to her and cupped her face in his hands. He kissed her forehead before resting his head on hers. He spoke only after she opened her eyes, “You can be mad. I already know you are, but I’m not apologizing for protecting you.”

She had to get used to being loved and protected so adamantly by someone. So often left to comfort herself and bury her hurt, it took her a while to accept Angel’s form of protection. A part of her kept her guard up waiting for him to turn it against her, but that day never came. Any violent outbursts he had in her presence were never directed at her and so she found herself trusting him whole-heartedly. Her love for him deepened as time moved forward.

You helped me to discover me I just want you to put trust in me

Y/N loved Pops and she enjoyed the family dinners with him and EZ, but she knew he was not the perfect father. He made mistakes and Angel still hasn’t completely dealt with the issues the mistakes left him with. Everything just got buried. She knew when he was starting to feel inadequate or like he didn’t deserve her because he would become even more clingy. He was already very affectionate with her, always having a hand on her back and kissing her head. She loved how open he was, but when he was going through it the touches would have a desperate edge to them. Like he was trying to prove something.

A new episode of Joseline’s Cabaret played on the tv showing off the Puerto Rican Princess’ latest antics. Y/N had on sweats and a tank top as she laid on your back and giggled at the fight on her screen. She doesn't know why she watches that show, but it was entertaining.

Her front door opened and in walked the man she’d been seeing for a year now.

“What did I tell you about leaving this door unlocked?”

“I knew you were coming over so why would I lock it?” She argued, tilting her head back to watch Angel toe off his shoes and take off his kutte.

“You’re so hard headed.” He slapped the outside of her thigh and leaned in for a kiss before lying in between her legs. His head rested on her stomach and her hands immediately began running through his hair. His hands ran over her thighs as he buried his face in her belly and just breathed her in.

“You walked right in so obviously I was right.” Her hands moved from his hair to slide down his back, feeling for any new bruises. “How was your day? Do I gotta kick someone’s ass for messing with my man?” She asked, a teasing tone to her words even though she was kinda being serious.

“I’m all good, mi dulce.” He responded, already knowing her touches were to comfort him but also give herself some peace of mind that he was with her and he was still whole.

It was quiet for a moment before Angel propped his chin on her belly and looked at her. She brought her attention from the television to him. There was a gentle look in his eyes, full of love but also a vulnerability that made her heart clench.

“You love me right?” He gripped her hips tightly as he searched her eyes for the truth in her words.

Her eyes widened at his question. “Of cour-”

He interrupted her. “Because I love you so damn much, querida. I know I’m not easy, but I try to be better for you.”

“Angel…” Her hand gently caressed his cheek as she softly smiled at him. “You are my favorite person in this whole world. You love me like no other and I’ll always love you. Never forget that. And when you do, I’ll be here to remind you.” She leaned forward to kiss his lips and felt his grip on her hips loosen.

The two shared loving kisses for several minutes before he pulled away and kissed her stomach before laying his head back down. His attention finally focused on the television. “What the fuck are you watching?”

She was unable to contain her giggles.

I kind of laugh when you cuss at me The aftermath is you touching me

“Oh, is that funny? Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Not at all gorgeous.” His words and his facial expression did not match.

“Then why are you smirking? I’m as serious as a heart attack. If you miss the ceremony where I’m awarded for my work, we’re gonna have some big problems Reyes.” She threatened, not letting that smirk get to her as it usually did. The club pulled him away a lot but some things she just needed him present for.

“Mmhm…how big?” He asked, still joking around.

“Angel!” She admonished, striking out to punch him in the stomach and making him grunt.

“You know I love when you scream my name. Sexy as fuck.” He growled, before playfully tackling her to the bed. She finally laughed as he kissed and nipped at her neck. He pulled back to look down in her eyes. “Hey, come hell or high water Imma be there. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

The smile she flashed him was bright enough to light the darkest of nights.

I'm tired of the fast lane I want you to have my last name

Dabbing her eyes with a napkin, Y/N smiled as Angel and EZ shared a heartfelt hug after the best man speech. She knew EZ’s speech would be beautiful and she thanked him for his kind words.

“You’re my sister for real now.” He responded, making her wanna cry again but she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before Angel pulled her into a side hug.

“First dance time.” He whispered in her ear, taking her hand and leading her out to the dance floor.

“How does it feel to be Y/N Reyes?” Angel asked, his eyes taking her in. She looked so magnificent in her wedding dress. He wanted to rip it off, but also he couldn’t take his eyes off how good she looked in it. If he shed some tears when she walked down that aisle, who could blame him?

“It feels like the most natural thing in the world. I’m so beyond honored to be Mrs. Angel Reyes.” She responded, her eyes filling with happy tears but she refused to let them fall. She just felt so overwhelmed with happiness. Even though he’d long gotten rid of the jacket, she loved that he actually wore a suit. He hardly ever wore one and it was a damn shame. He looked so delicious she couldn’t wait for them to get back home.

Y/N found herself really taking the moment in. Their family and friends watched them with huge smiles on their faces. She couldn’t keep her eyes off Angel for long as he held her in his arms, his hands always making her feel safe. This was her life and he was her future.

Her eyes twinkled as she asked him, “Ready for forever?”

Come close to me, baby (Yeah, love) Let your love hold you (Let me hold you tonight, babe) I know this world is crazy (It gets crazy, but I'll be right here) What's it without you? (We gon' make it, I love you, I love you, I love you)

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