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imasoftieforbarb · 6 months

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i love the little fic u made of my request and you asked if the readers would like a part 2 AND IM SORRY IF IM BEING TO DELUSIONAL BUT

IF YOU HAVE TIME AND WANT TO OFC COULD U DO THE PART 2, I LOVE YOUR WORK SM I MEAN IT 😭⁉️

HERE COMES PART 2‼️

We’re gonna get into the movie stuff now

John Dory comes to check out Mount Rageous

As he makes his way through the ventilation he hears crying- but it doesn’t sound like Floyd so he moves on (a bit guiltily)

Once he finds Floyd (and lands face first on the dresser)

John Dory groaned as he pulled himself off the floor in a hurry “Yo! Floyd!”

Floyd looked up from his lap as his eyes widened “John dory? I cant believe it!” Floyd pressed his hands against the wall of his prison “I never thought I’d see any of my brothers again”

John Dory smiled before pressing his hand up to the glass in confidence

“Don’t worry bro I’m gonna get you out of here”

“No! You need to get out of here!” Floyd said urgently “you don’t understand- Velvet and Veneer are giant, pop obsessed succubi with NO talent and they’ve been stealing mine and Y/n’s- it’s only a matter of time now until they come back for more!”

John Dory thought to himself “Y/n? Like our old manager and childhood best friend Y/n? But- why did they take her?”

Floyd sighed to himself, misplaced guilt eating at him a bit “when you guys left, she followed me and after a bit we ended up confessing-“

“I KNEW YOU HAD FEELINGS FOR HER-“

“Shhhhhhh!” Floyd shushed his brother, though he couldn’t deny the smile on his face- he had missed this

“So she’s here?” John Dory said looking around, “I don’t see her anywhere!”

“She got taken by Velvet- as like a personal back up! I don’t know where she is- but if shes having her talent drained she won’t last as long, she isn’t a trained singer JD! I’m worried”

“Don’t worry bro- I’ll get both of you out-!”

JD tried many tricks to try and crack the prison his brother was in but to no luck

“It’s made out of diamond- and there’s only one thing that’s strong enough to shatter diamond” Floyd hoped his brother got the clue-

“A diamond shattering diamond hammer! Where do we get one of those?”

It went way over his head

“No, the only thing strong enough to shatter diamond is the perfect family harmony” Floyd said giving his brother a look of humour

“Of course! The prefect family harmony!”

Floyd nodded looking at his brother with tired but hopeful eyes until-

“Our voices sound like GARBAGE! We need more TROLL!”

“Run John Dory- save yourself” Floyd urged, not wanting to get his brother captured

John Dory nodded, grappling back to the vent and shouting that he’d be back with the rest of the family

During the rescue mission you’re nowhere to be found

Floyd’s theory is correct and you are drained far to quickly-

You turn into a crystal troll just before the rage dome show

Velvet decides to put you in her pocket like a little good luck charm

The perfect family harmony works and shatters the diamond perfectly

Floyd thinking of you as he sings the last line

“Just let me take you to a better place!”

When he wakes up from his crystal form and has a moment with his brothers he looks around and doesn’t see you anywhere

“John Dory, where’s Y/n?”

Everybody starts looking around not being able to see you

Not even Crimp knows where you are

“Velvet! Where’s the other troll? The one you took as a backup?” Veneer said, after confessing that they were frauds

“Oh her? She drained far to fast so I gave her another use” velvet stated- pulling you out of her pocket “she’s my little good luck charm- though she didn’t work so she’s useless to me now”

Floyd gasped, tears finally spilling over as he takes in your completely crystallised form in shock

“No… Nononono”

Veneer snatches you off velvet and hands you to the group of trolls on the floor with remorse

“Y/n? Come on- this cant be happening!”

Floyd brings you into a hug- sobbing as he realises there’s no hope for you

You, though crystallised, can hear everything around you

You try to open your eyes but they’re so heavy

“You can’t do this to me- not after everything we’ve been through together, it’s my fault” Floyd stated through his tears “I just want you back.”

Everyone looks down in sadness, shedding their own tears as they mourn with Floyd

Then

The darkness starts to fade from your vision as you blink a few times

You raise your hand to his face, startling him

“You’re so silly”

you say weakly, watching his eyes tear up again- this time from happiness and disbelief

“You never lost me in the first place”

He brings you into a kiss- putting all of his emotions into it

The crowd cheers as they realise you’re alive and as velvet and veneer are taken away in cuffs

#brozone #brozone x reader #brozone Floyd #brozone floyd x reader #trolls floyd #trolls floyd x reader #I cried a little writing this not gonna lie

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brodieland · 3 months

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.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 Betrayed, I still miss him though.. ´ˎ˗

Luke Castellan x fem!Reader Word count: 2161 Synopsis: After Lukes betrayal, all reader wanted was to hear what Luke had to say. Then she got an interesting dream... Taking place right after 'The lightning thief'.

I miss him.

He isn't physically dead. Just the version of him everyone knew, more specifically, the version I grew to love. It's been months, 5 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days to be exact since he left. Since Luke Castellan betrayed us and turned to Kronos.

Its Saturday, and just like most other days, I've been stuck in bed sulking, no longer crying, just moping. The day he abandoned me and the rest of camp is a day I can replay on loop. Its still a painful memory, still a fresh wound, still something I'd rather not think about. I never want to leave my cabin, I'm stuck in this bed, stuck in this state of desperation that I'm gonna wake up and this whole thing was a crazy dream one of the gods thought it be hilarious to give me and fuck with my mind because they for some reason love to do that, but I know deep down that's not the case, and I know that the chance of me seeing him again are slim to none.

Time passed and I'm leaving the dining pavilion and walking back to my bunk to just sleep and ignore the world, ignore all the whispers of campers, all of the, 'wasn't she Luke's girlfriend?' 'When was the last time she ran a brush through her hair?' 'Oh my god, she looks terrible.' It's annoying, I can still hear you, you know? Just because the guy I thought was my soulmate and love of my life betrayed me and this whole camp doesn't mean I lost my hearing. Just my motivation to take care of myself, he was the one I got ready for, he was my first thought of when I woke up, and the one I thought of when getting ready and got excited to see everyday. Now he was gone, and so was my motivation for anything.

No one, could replace my Luke Castellan, but my Luke Castellan was gone. Now he's just Luke Castellan.

Sleeping was the only place I could escape my problems, now at least. Right after he left he plagued my dreams, whether I was awake, or asleep, he was there. Though the dreams died down, one would sneak through every now and then. This man was everywhere, I could never escape him. I can't remember a time before him, just a during and after him, and I wish I could go back in time to when we were perfect, to before he stole the master bolt, maybe I could've convinced him not too. Maybe I could've made sure there wasn't an after us.

When he first arrived at camp, Chiron asked me to show him around camp. Of course I happily obliged, why would I turn down the opportunity to spend time and get to know and cute guy with dark curly hair and big brown eyes? I wish I could relive that day, those years in fact.

Luke Castellan was my first everything. He was my first kiss, my first love, my first boyfriend. He was the first guy whom I truly shared myself with, both physically and mentally. He knew me inside and out, literally. He saw me at my highest and my lowest and still told me and made me feel loved, but had that also all been a lie? He was a head Hermes counselor, beloved by all of a camp, best swordsman around, an older brother to the younger campers, a first crush to some of the younger girls, and a best friend to those around him. Those were all lies. But were those nights also all lies? Those nights we had become one and told each other how much we loved one another. Those nights I gave myself in a way I hadn't to anyone, and ways I didn't want to give myself to another man. Was he just using me? Was I just part of his act to trick everyone? He made me feel emotions I'd ever feel toward another man. Love, hate, lust.

What I would do to have one more night with him. And finally talk to him about that night. Luke left before I got the chance to hear about his dishonesty. Luke deceived me until the last second, and I never got an explanation from him. Sure I got one from Percy, Annabeth, and Chiron as well. But never from Luke, That night I was watching the fireworks, oblivious to the double-crossing happening in a deeper portion of the woods just behind me.

I cried myself to sleep that night.

Flash forward back to tonight. I was in another dream, but not just any dream. This was different than my other dreams. It was more than just a dream, I was truly here, like I was just plopped into a new reality, like a dreamscape. I was sitting on half-blood hill, next to Thalia's tree. Looking around everything was slightly static. As I looked over camp there was a bright light coming from behind me making me turn around. I saw a tall door right outside the border of the camp, peaking my interest. After staring at the door for a few moments, you finally walked up, grabbing the knob and waiting for a moment before finally opening the door.

When I walked in, it was like I was transported into a new world, but it wasn't a 'new world.' Through the door, it was a spacious office. A nice mahogany desk at one end of the room looking out onto two leather couches that were facing each other with a coffee table between them all laid out over nice hardwood floors and surrounded by bookshelves. I walked in slowly, not knowing what I was getting myself into when the door disappeared behind me. Slight panic and confusion ran through my bones. How does an entire door just disappear? I turned away and walked toward the desk to look around when suddenly I heard a door open behind me that I, somehow, didn't notice. When I turned around I locked eyes with the last person I ever expected to again.

"Y/N.."

"Luke..."

Silence is all that followed for a few moments. I didn't dare take a step as I turned my body to fully face him. He slowly took a few steps forward, towards me, and we were now standing just arms length from each other. God how I just want to jump into his arms, but I know I can't, so I just stick to not moving.

"How did you get here?" Luke questioned you, still staring at you as starstruck as he used to. It used to make you melt and get weak in the knees when he looked at you like this, now you don't know what to think.

"I, um, don't really know" I started stammering over my words like a loser "I fell asleep and suddenly I was on half-blood hill with this huge door.." I trailed off when I noticed Luke was now standing so close I could feel his breathe. I looked up and he still had that look of awe in his eyes. I probably had that same look in mine. How could I not, I was staring at Luke. Seconds passed and we were just standing there staring in others eyes, now with the tips of our noses touching. These seconds felt like hours when suddenly we were grabbing each others faces and slamming our lips together. I've missed him so much, and I don't care who knows how much I've missed him. I love him and missed the familiar and safe feeling of his lips on mine.

We stood there a moment with lips locked, our hands grabbing each others faces pulling us so close we might fuse together. He then slowly but firmly moved his hands down my body and gripped my waist. That's when I was wrapping my arms as far as possible around his neck pulling him further into me, if that was even possible at that point. I craved this feeling. If there was a word stronger then craved, that was the word. I was obsessed with him and I wanted to crawl in his clothes and live with him forever, but I can't and shouldn't. This was wrong, so wrong, and I really needed to stop but I couldn't, we continued to kiss passionately before a tear was sliding down my cheek. Then followed a second, and before a third one threatened to slip out, Luke pulled away and looked at me with concern. That look of care alone wanted to make me pull him right back in but I didn't, to be fair that would've looked kind of pathetic.

"What's wrong, what's with the tears baby?" The nickname alone made me want to scream. Scream that he was the problem. And scream that he was the only solution, and scream even more that the solution to my problem was forever unobtainable without stabbing everyone in my life in the back and abandoning everyone.

"Why'd you have to do it? Lie to everyone, to me. Was anything even real?" I tried holding back tears, but there were threatening to spill out, and I slowly let them. He grabbed my chin in his hand and wiped my tears with his thumbs.

"You know why. The gods, they don't care about us. They just keep having mortals fall in love with them, messing them up, and leaving there kids to fend for themselves. Think of how many kids that barely survive middle school because of selfish choices the gods made. I didn't start this meaning to lie and hurt more people than just gods, especially not you. Gods, if there was one person I didn't want to hurt, it was you. Honestly. You asked me if it was real, and I'm saying that this, you, are the realest thing in my life. I wouldn't have traded the last few years in my life for anything. They're my favorite memories that I replay every night trying not to miss you more than I already do, but I can't. When your not around its like, a chunk of me is missing. I need you like I need my air, I hate it that I can't have you the way I used too. I know I made a choice that you can't stand with, and you probably hate me-"

I couldn't listen anymore. All I wanted was an explanation but now that I got one I don't know what to think. What he did was wrong, but I just want one last moment with him. I pulled him close one last time sealing our lips together. Back in the same position as before, except now both of our faces had slight tear stains on them. Before I knew it, we were walking toward one of the couches without releasing our lips from each other. We slid down the couch, he sat upward and planted me firm on his lap with my legs straddling him. We continued to make out as he was moving my hips backing forth on his lap. That's when the air and room around us began to slightly static a little more than it was a moment ago. Luke pulled away, leaving me feeling a little empty without his face on mine.

"Y/N, the dreamscape, its about to close.." Luke began,

"What does that mean?" It can't be ending yet, please I haven't had enough time.

"It means we're about to wake up, and we might not see each for awhile.. I'm sorry" Luke apologized, he stared into my eyes for a split second before reaching into his pocket to grab something. "Here."

There it was, his camp necklace with all five beads on them. I slowly picked up and held them close, like they might be the last thing I'll ever get from him. "Thank you, Luke"

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you more, Luke-"

I shot up in your bed, drenched in sweat. I looked around my cabin, seeing everyone sound asleep in their bunks. Then I noticed something sitting in my hand, had it really been real? I looked down and of course, there it was. Luke's necklace. A lonesome tear slid down my face as I stared at it, but it wasn't out of sadness, I was smiling. I felt better knowing I finally got to talk to him, knowing I finally got what I wanted from him, and now have a little keepsake from him. I know I'm supposed to hate him, but I can't. In the meantime, I'll start healing and starting over, but never will I hate Luke castellan nor forget him. I'll keep the beaded necklace in my pocket for now, I don't know how to explain how I got it, or what I did to get it.

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I've never written anything before, so lemme know gang

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke pjo #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan x you #luke castellan angst

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igotanidea · 5 months

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Cookies: Jason Todd x reader

Christmas bingo day 18 : cookies

Her laughing was so hard and so disturbingly turning into desperate sobbing, that Jason could not help getting alarmed. So, throwing his book away and almost tripping over their cat he jumped off the couch rushing to the bedroom where his lovely, emotionally unstable girlfriend were fighting for her breath, almost spitting her lungs out rolling in the sheets and holding her belly.

"Y/n?" He stuttered, quite amused by the scene in front of his eyes though he couldn't deny certain cuteness to it. She felt comfortable enough around him to actually let her guards down and turn into happy child mode. To the point where she couldn't hear him."Y/n!" He tried again falling on his stomach on the bed causing her to jump a little form the recoil "what's so funny babe?"

"Oh Jace!" She rolled on the side to face him "I've just talked to f/n. Apparently your older brother -"

"Not my brother -" Jason muttered turning a little bit grumpy, only earning eye rolling and tongue sticking from her.

"Technicals, love. Whats important is that Dick got her into baking cookies. Tricked her with using the word nutcracker." Y/n chuckled

"She thought he was going to take her out for the ballet, didn't she?" Jason couldn't help a smirk at the story. "This does sound like Dick."

"Pun intended?" His girl smirked back knowingly

"Most definitely pun intended. So how did it end, did he burn the load or did f/n had to do the work? Wait-- don't answer that I think I already know."

"He said it was a couple bonding exercise."

"Oh really?" Jason raised an eyebrow scooting closer to her and grabbing her waist "I got some other ideas for that -"

"Yeah good thing we settled on not baking this year -" she wriggled out of his embrace, sitting on the bed cross legged and fixing her hair without a care of what Dick and f/n did.

And then it hit her, her brain shutting off from the reality.

And when she looked at Jason she knew he figured it out too.

***

There was no freaking way Jason and y/n were going to get outdone in the baking area. Never .

***

And if the oldest batman son made (sort of) cookies, it could only mean that he was going to bring them to a family feast and keep on bragging about hidden culinary talent.

No freaking way.

So acting like a two pieces of the same, well-oiled machine Jason and y/n gathered all the necessary ingredients, grabbed their matching aprons and started producing something that could, hands down, be called a masterpiece.

The recipie that never failed them was enriched with a secret ingredient called love as they laughed and bantered during the preparation.

And obviously he didn't mean to blow that flour her way and made her sneeze. And that vicious smile on his face only meant apologies. It really wasn't Jason's fault that she took this a cue to get all competitive.

"You know what?" Once she managed to wipe the white powder from her face her eyes glistened mischievously "I got an idea"

"Did you think about it a lot?"

"Well it took me longer than it takes you to finish when-"

"Shut up!" He turned red instantly getting a handful of cinnamon and rubbed it into her crystal white apron "oh, you're so clumsy princess, such a messy cook. Maybe you should just leave the professional to do the complicated work?"

Much to his surprise, instead of lunging at him (which would give him opportunity to grab her and tease her in some other ways than verbal) his words only made her take an exhale, shake her head and smile.

Uh huh. Not a good sign.

"You want to stand against me Todd? You sure about that? I don't think you realise what's coming for you, pretty boy." Her hands found a way to her hips as she stood in a power pose that could do very little to intimidate him.

"Flattery will get you nowhere princess" he leaned forward over the kitchen counter testing her nerves and patience.

"Are you that terrified you feel the urge to distract me?"

"May the best cook win" he grinned pulling her cooking hat onto her eyes blocking her view for a few seconds just to get a head start, grab the ingredients and put them out of her reach.

"That's cheating!" She protested trying to retrieve the necessary products

"I can't remember us setting the rules."

"Bully!"

"That's not what you said when- ouch!" The sudden stepping on his foot took him by surprise, giving her the chance to grab the baking powder and eggs and start running. Once she reached the pantry, she immediately locked the door.

At the moment they were at an impasse.

Y/n had the eggs and baking powder while Jason was left with flour and sugar.

Pretty much neither of them could make actual and edible cookies without cooperating.

"Come on princess don't be like that." He yanked on the door handle "you can't win you know it"

"Is that a surrender I hear in your voice?"

"You wish! I'm merely giving you a chance to walk with your head high and not shamefully defeated"

"Admit it you can't do a single thing without my input!"

"I think that's pretty obvious at this point of our relationship..." He said, his tone suddenly turning soft. "It scares me sometimes how dependant of you I am... Come on baby open up..."

"You're not playing me?" She asked from behind the door, her heart beating so loud that the blood was rushing in her ears

"Cross my heart-" he started but before he finished, she actually unlocked the door and stood in the doorframe still a little bit hesitant and careful, having learnt to watch out for him and his games.

"Hey...." She muttered diligently assessing the situation.

"Fool!" Jason yelled, grabbing her and pulling her to a kiss that seemed to last forever but still not long enough. "You didn't actually think I didn't have an ulterior motive did you?"

"You're such a dork Todd ..." She chuckled (not) trying to break free.

"Oh damn, this woman is still talking! Not on my watch."

And once their lips met again, they had the world in their grasp in the person of one another. For what they cared the rest of it could have burned.

And talking about burning -

"Our cookies are still gonna be better right?" She pulled back after a minute not really capable of getting rid of that competitiveness.

"Damn right. But the dough can wait a little bit longer." He retorted.

Preferably all night cause they were going to be busy with some other kind of sugar and sweetness.

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #red hood x you #jason todd x y/n #red hood x y/n #jason todd fluff #red hood fluff #christmas bingo

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class1akids · 5 months

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Ch 408 - Thoughts

Quite a solid chapter, with some interesting details.

I'm glad Yoichi got 2 months to live without his crazy brother, presumably having living his OT3 life with Kudo and - Bruce. (lol, I definitely take it as a Bruce Lee joke).

AFO killed him pretty brutally though, he could have taken out both second and third in one fell swoop - but I guess in his pettiness he wanted them to suffer. He may even have given OFA to Kudo when he splattered Yoichi all over his face. (or maybe they did it in the old-fashioned way...)

Kudo is really hot. Bruce looks like the smart one (after all, he gave OFA to the guy with Danger sense).

This page is brilliant. Love the panelling and the two parallel dialogues of Yoichi with AFO and with Kudo. The sense that he really wanted to save his brother - I feel so sad for Yoichi.

But also the way AFO is holding on to the physical hand he cut off of Yoichi, while Kudo is looking at the hand from which Yoichi was cut off. Yet on the bottom panel - Kudo's eyes reflect the hand (the connection that OFA started) while AFO is unable to connect. He only sees emptiness. That something was "stolen" from him.

This spread is pretty cool - we get to see how all the vestiges died, plus Ujiko meeting AFO. AFO was especially brutal with En. I'm really curious what was his deal. Did he give Nana his hair with his body cleaved in half????

So in the end it looks like Kudo and Bakugou are not related and all that smoke and mirrors is just a coincidental resemblance. As someone who never thought that the ancestor theory would add much to the plot - I'm ok with this. Also, it's a neat detail that Bakugou's eyes earlier never have the "sparkle" in them. So it makes sense that AFO would only make the connection now.

Oh my, the blood-drop.

Full power AFO - I worry about Hori's hands. Also, hello Vestige!Hawks. I do wonder if there's going to pull a spy on AFO and turn his quirks on him.

I think Bakugou is not going to charge head-on. There's a lot of focus on his sweat drops - so I'm thinking he's gonna trick AFO. The set-up reminds me of DvK - except this time Katsuki is the massive underdog, while AFO is the one blinded by rage.

As for Bakugou's last line, reading the Japanese reactions, it sounds like Bakugou says something like "If I'm stupid, I'll lose" - which make sense.

#bnha 408 #c1a reads bnha #bnha manga spoilers #afo #yoichi #kudo #bruce #bakugou katsuki #class1a reads bnha

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merrivia · 1 year

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A little while ago, I posted a question about puzzling lines in Captive Prince here.

Specifically this line where Nicaise reacts in horror to the idea that Laurent might tell the Regent that he wants him:

This has clearly been humming away in my subconscious for a while as I woke up this morning with a feeling of clarity.

Pacat nearly always layers her meanings and purposes, especially when it comes to Laurent. There’s always more than one thing going on.

Laurent knew that what would wreck Nicaise is: 1) that if the Regent knew Laurent wanted Nicaise, he would never let him go or allow Laurent to have him. He’d keep him as a pet in name only, out of spite, and have no interest in him, leaving Nicaise abandoned and hurt and alone, but trapped with no escape, no alternative path where he could heal and grow. And 2) it would wreck Nicaise to have to actually choose between the Regent and Laurent...

My take on it is: Laurent likes Nicaise. He’s probably watched him grow over the last three years and seen him go from young and innocent, to being fundamentally changed by abuse. Not irrevocably at this point though. Laurent gives Nicaise hope that there is a life for him after the Regent abandons him, and underneath that poor, bitchy, twisted, manipulative surface, Nicaise actually likes Laurent, maybe even loves him. Enough to be startled and put out by Damen having seen Laurent naked (not because I think he is jealous or finds Laurent attractive in that sense but because he secretly wants a closeness and intimacy with Laurent and doesn’t really know how that works with older males unless it’s sexual). Enough to steal the letter, and to risk his life defending Laurent.

Laurent has an unsettling ability to penetrate most people’s psychology; when he says he left it “half-done” with Nicaise, he knows he was halfway there to winning Nicaise completely to his side, while the other half still clung desperately to the Regent. Nicaise is no foolish Aimeric, trauma leading to him holding on to the delusion of love, but he is young and frightened and unsure of what the future will hold for him. Laurent offered hope, and understanding. The two had so many similarities in how they learned to cope with abuse of this kind. I think, especially through Laurent making it clear that he wouldn’t want him in his bed, Nicaise was slowly but surely beginning to see Laurent as an older brother figure, someone who cared for him and saw him as more that just his pretty face.

The Regent used Nicaise in a casual manner; as messenger and errand boy as well as pet, but we never see Nicaise deployed fully against Laurent by the Regent against his will. The trick with the slaves came from Nicaise and his need for oneupmanship with Laurent (as part of the games they played with one another which actually are also the way the two of them express intimacy), not wholly from the Regent per se.

If Nicaise truly had to choose the Regent over Laurent, that would be one thing that could wreck him. To choose between the only person who has shown him ‘love’ but ruined him vs the person he’s afraid to love but offers him hope. I think Laurent thinks Nicaise would turn away from him if so, and that would wreck the boy as he would be forced to burn to ashes the one relationship which gave him value outside of sex, irrevocably damaging him.

And as for what would happen if the Regent retained Nicaise as a pet but ignored him otherwise? This would also wreck him entirely, a) because he still thinks the Regent cares for him on some level and as Laurent well knows, abandonment by the Regent hurts, and he would have no chance to move on properly, stuck in a non-relationship with him (like...Laurent himsef) and b) his entire purpose and value being based around sexual worth as a pet, and then having that taken away. One of the worst, most horrifying things about Captive Prince for me, is how Audin is mistaken by Damen as a relative of Nicaise and then casually offers him up to Damen as a sexual reward. How many others do that? Pimp Nicaise out, even though he’s the Regent’s favoured pet? What would happen to him if he then fell from favour- how would he be used and abused? Especially as sharp-tongued bitchy Nicaise is protected by association, and that would go. What would happen to his psyche then? And layered on top of that is the fact that Laurent always hoped he could help Nicaise be better. After Nicaise’s death, this conversation between Laurent and Damen makes that clear:

Laurent wanted to help Nicaise to heal and to show him he has value outside of his looks. Laurent always had the memory of Auguste to help him and understood that having one person’s love (even after death), one figure like an older brother, can be enough to save you from becoming the worst person you’re capable of being. With Laurent’s influence gone from Nicaise’s life, trapped by the Regent’s side, I think he would have been wrecked and Laurent can see that clearly.

#captive prince #nicaise #laurent of vere #meta

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thisismysecondrodeo · 1 year

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here’s a request if you have time: ted giving y/n a massage?

AN: @tedssweaters wrote a lovely little massage blurb that everyone should go read. I already had this request in my queue and of course, I went in a different (read: horny) direction lol s/o to @jarfishy for the encouragement to finish this one early 😛 two fics in one day, who am I?!

Rating: Explicit

Tags: AFAB!reader, One-Shot, Sports injury turned very sexy, Smut, Porn with barely any plot, facefucking, fingerfucking, General sexy things

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You had been obsessed with football since you were little, your older brothers happily taught you every trick they knew while they dribbled circles around you until you were old enough to start playing against girls your own age. You had long since hung up your football dreams, though, focusing on a career in PR instead. But since you started working for AFC Richmond—and dating the head coach—you couldn’t help but want to get back on the pitch again.

Over happy hour one night you told the team how much you missed playing and they all tried to get you into a drunken round of footie on the Richmond Green, absolutely gutted when they couldn’t procure a football and the coaches told them it was too dark and they were too not-sober. But after that, the boys would occasionally drop by your office on a light practice day to invite you out and you started keeping some extra athletic clothes and boots under your desk.

“You sure it's okay,” you asked Ted each time you went to step out on the pitch, trying not to linger. Though your relationship had started completely unrelated to your employment, neither of you wanted anyone to get the wrong impression. The only people that were aware you were together were Rebecca and HR…and Keeley after that one time she had come back for something in her old desk and caught the two of you….indisposed. You had to admit the sneaking around was a little sexy, but it was a bummer in times like this when you wanted to drop a kiss on his cheek after he said, “of course! Go show those boys what-for.”

You were getting into the rhythms of playing, your lungs burning with exertion and a grin cemented to your face as you darted around. You raised a hand to Dani with a call of, “oi!” and sprinted to the ball to set yourself up for a corner kick. It felt good to score, even though you knew the boys let you have that one—granted they’d been out there for hours and you were fresh from your desk, no one could blame them for being a little slow.

You were taking the ball down the field when Sam called for a pass and you looked up for him just as O’Brien went for a slide tackle and you went down hard, with a pained grunt. Ted was hovering over you in an instant, you didn’t even know how he’d moved that quickly, and you rolled off of O’Brien and onto your stomach with a laugh.

“Jeez, I’m so sorry, you alright Y/N,” O’Brien asked with genuine remorse as he sat up on his knees, Ted right next to him his brow furrowed in concern.

“It was fair play, I’m perfectly fine Tommy Boy. Don’t apologize for that,” You went to get up but Ted stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t move yet, we should get you checked out,” Ted said and you looked at him like he was crazy.

“Ted, I’m fine. I’m a human woman, not a paper doll,” you laughed and Ted chuckled with you. “Just help me up, why don’t you?”

Ted held out a hand and you let him take most of your weight as you clambered up, took a step, and…shit that hurt. Not the worst you’d felt, but your thigh was cripplingly tight. You must have pulled your hamstring when you went down. Ted saw you grimace and his voice was frantic when he asked, “Woah now, what hurts?”

“Mmmf,” you grunted, “s’okay, just pulled my hamstring.” You gestured to your left leg and Ted’s hands were on you, squeezing with a pleasure-pain that made you groan as you braced yourself on his shoulder, not realizing how inappropriate this might seem to the players still gathered around. Coach Beard loudly and pointedly cleared his throat but it was too late.

“Coach, why don’t you work my hamstrings out like that, huh,” Jamie called out, his tongue sticking out of his mouth. Roy shoulder-checked him but even he smirked. Ted blushed and removed his hands immediately. You needed to get him out of here before he started apologizing and making things worse.

“Where were you when I tore my butt,” O’Brien teased and all the players laughed at that. Ted opened his mouth to say something, but you quickly cut him off.

“Ha ha,” you stuck your tongue out at Jamie and O’Brien mockingly, “come on, Coach, help me to the treatment room?” You wrapped an arm around Ted’s shoulders, your hurt leg in between so you could use him as a crutch as you limped off the pitch. He wrapped a hand around your waist to support you, being sure to keep his hand higher than necessary.

As soon as the treatment door clicked shut behind you, Ted had you wrapped tightly in his arms as if he had found you on the pitch half-dead. Thank god the actual trainer was out for the afternoon otherwise there was no way the two of you could explain this one away as platonic concern. You chuckled a little but let him hold you, his hands gripping your t-shirt as he took deep, soothing breaths.

“Ted?”

He didn’t respond but you could feel his fingers release just a smidge.

“Teddy, I’m alright sweetheart,” you whispered with light amusement and Ted sighed and let you go.

“I know, I know you just…gave me a bit of a fright seein’ you take a tumble like that. And I’m embarrassed on top of that for not keepin’ my hands to myself and almost blowing our cover. I should have told the boys to take it easy—”

“Woah, now, none of that,” you chastised, hobbling over to sit on a treatment table. “I may not have ever been a professional athlete, but I was an athlete. I know what it’s like to be knocked down, I know the symptoms of a concussion. Hell, have I told you my front incisor is an implant? Mum was pissed after that game.” You chuckled and looked over at Ted who was wincing. “Ah, come on now darling. You see people get hurt all the time. Scrapes and bruises are little badges of hon—”

“Not you,” Ted said, his voice tight and his hands fisted in his pockets. “I don’t see you get hurt all the time. It’s not because you’re a woman or because you’re not a professional or because I don’t think you can handle yourself, I just…I love you. And I don’t want to see the person I love in pain.”

Ted had never told you he loved you before and your eyes shot to his face, searching for any indication that he didn’t mean it, that he regretted saying it. But all you saw was the vulnerability of him offering his heart on a platter. You reached a hand out towards him and he stepped closer, allowing you to tug one of his fists from the pocket of his khakis.

“I love you too, Ted Lasso,” you whispered, holding his gaze as you leaned in and he met you halfway. It was easy to forget where you were and why when he kissed you like that, but when you shifted to widen your legs so he could step between them, the tug in your thigh reminded you and you grunted into his mouth, which was not the sexy sound he’d been anticipating.

“As much as I’m loving this very sexy turn of events, do you think you could get me an ice pack?”

Ted jumped into action with a smile and you slid off the table to remove your shorts so they wouldn’t get in the way, before leaning over and locking the door. Ice pack in hand, Ted turned and you could see the way his eyes lingered, but he remained focused on attending to your injury.

“Here, why don’t you lay on your stomach and I’ll hold this for you.” You did as he asked, and jumped when the freezing cold sensation hit your skin. “Did you stretch before you got out there?”

You gave Ted a sheepish look from where your head rested on your folded arms and he clucked his tongue at you. “Well if it’s alright with you, it might be helpful to massage your other leg while this one is healing to prevent this in the future. If you’re gonna be a member of my team, ya gotta be proactive in taking care of yourself, ya know?”

You smiled and nodded as he wrapped your ice-pack thigh in a towel so it wouldn’t move and stepped to your other side, rubbing massage therapy oil between his palms before he touched you. “Does that mean you’re letting me back out on the pitch, Coach?” You didn’t mean it to be seductive, but the two of you had somehow slipped into a mild coach-player roleplay, and the moan that slipped from your lips when he pressed down deep into the muscles of your thigh didn’t help.

“As if I could tell you no,” Ted responded affectionately, using both hands to grip your thigh and rub small, deep circles down the length of the muscle. He moved down to your calf, massaging slowly and humming a tune. He switched legs, skipping your injured thigh and going straight to the calf muscle and it felt like heaven, his hands warm and firm against your skin, his long fingers wrapping briefly around your ankle. He let go and you whimpered at the loss.

“How’s your back, love?”

“If I say ‘just awful’ will you keep touching me?”

Ted laughed, a full-bellied laugh that always made you giddy when you could pull it from him. You sat up and he helped you remove your shirt and bra before you laid back down, your arms to your side, and as he walked past your head for more massage oil you couldn’t help but noticed his tented khakis. You had of course felt like this was a rather sexy scenario, but you hadn’t realized how much it was affecting Ted too. He hadn’t made any untoward comments or touched you in any way that someone with a Sports Physiology degree wouldn’t. Knowing that his care for you was NOT centered on sex, that he couldn’t be distracted from looking after you just because you were mostly nude, only made you want to fuck him more.

Ted ran his hands over your back, gently first and then with more pressure. You sighed deeply when he hit the spot between your shoulder blades that always ached from working at a computer all day. He leaned closer so he could focus in on that spot but when his erection brushed your arm he quickly tilted his hips back. You wanted to tell him it was okay but you didn’t want to embarrass him, so you settled for letting him know how much you were enjoying the experience and maybe some not-so-subtle hints.

When his thumbs worked into your lower back, you spread your legs slightly and thanked your lucky stars you had picked gray underwear today. You knew he could see how wet you were by the sharp intake of breath you heard behind you.

“Feel good,” he asked, his voice a little strained, and you smiled over your shoulder at him.

“Very. What would you say if I asked you to get my glutes…Coach?”

Ted took a deep breath that he released as a groan. “I’d say we’d need to get these off.” If you could fist pump in this position you would. You were dying for him to touch you. Not that he hadn’t been, but there were certainly more sensitive areas that could use his attention. Ted removed the towel and ice pack first, letting his long fingers trail along your inner thigh and you shuddered in anticipation. He hooked his fingers in your waistband, slid down your underwear, and then…actually massaged your glutes.

It still felt amazing, but you wanted him to sink those very capable fingers into your core, to massage your clit until you were begging for release.

“Hey, Coach?”

“Hm,” Ted hummed. You couldn’t see him from this angle but he wasn’t tilting his hips back anymore and you could feel him hard against the side of your thigh.

“This is making me very fucking horny.”

Ted laughed. “Is that right? Is that you droppin’ hints that you’d like my hands…a little lower?”

“Well if you’re offering,” you joked nonchalantly as if you weren’t prepared to beg. Ted did slide his hands down but he didn’t immediately sink his fingers into you. Instead, he treated your vulva with the same care he had treated the rest of your body, a gentle but purposeful massage that made it hard to tell whether the growing slickness between your thighs was oil, arousal, or a mix of both.

“Fuck,” you whined as Ted’s middle finger parted you and made contact with your clit, but he pulled away and you grunted in frustration.

“Turn over for me darlin’.”

Ted helped so you didn’t bother your injured leg and though you were more than excited for him to go back to touching you, the real reason you felt heat pooling in your belly was getting to look at his sweet face, concern almost fully replaced with desire, his dimple deepening when his eyes locked on yours.

“Well, hello there,” you said softly and he grinned. “Appreciate the helping hand.”

“Anytime,” Ted responded as he ran his oiled hands up your belly to your peaked nipples, massaging your breasts and leaning forward to capture your moans between his own lips. You tangled your tongue with his, relishing in the slip of his fingers as he pinched at both nipples. He stood up as he trailed one hand back to its previous location. Done teasing, he wasted no time sliding two fingers into you and you tried to keep your reaction in check but you couldn’t help but whine, “Jesus, fuck Ted you feel so fucking good.”

“Shh, I’m glad, baby,” Ted said quietly, obviously not wanting to draw attention to what was currently happening in the treatment room, “just relax and let me take care of you.” He tilted his fingers up to find the soft spot inside of you that made your soul leave your body as his thumb found your clit, his other hand still alternating between your breasts. You were whimpering and whining and Ted was steadily trying to shush you but you didn’t know how he expected you to stay quiet when he was so expertly taking you apart.

“I…I can’t, fuuck, I can’t stay quiet baby.”

“You have to darlin’, you have to be good for me.”

“Mmm,” you complained but then you caught sight of his erection yet again and you ran your hand over it, smiling when he couldn’t help but press into your palm. You tugged him closer to you by his pocket, using both hands to work his pants open and Ted chuckled, “you’re just not going to let me take care of you, are you?”

You freed Ted’s length from his boxers and smiled up at him, batting your eyelashes. “I just thought something in my mouth might help me keep quiet.”

“Christ,” Ted whispered emphatically as you stroked him a few times. Somehow in all of this fingers had never stopped their slow fucking so you knew he was up to the challenge.

“You’re going to have to fuck my mouth since I don’t have the range of motion I normally do, think you can multitask?”

Ted choked on his spit and coughed, sputtering as he answered, “You’re going to be the absolute death of me.”

But it certainly wasn’t a no, and he did as you asked when you slipped the tip of him between your lips, moving slowly to match the pace of his fingers. You moaned against him, adoring the feeling of him heavy in your mouth, letting your tongue circle the seam of him when he pulled back and relaxing your jaw when he pushed back in. He picked up the pace of both his hips and his fingers and you were so close, your whole body pulsing with desire, your injury forgotten. And then Ted slid in a third finger and you were a goner, the stretch and pressure so overwhelmingly good the only thing stopping you from screaming was his dick in your mouth.

Thankfully, when he felt you clench against his fingers he stopped moving his hips, otherwise you surely would have choked. Your chest was heaving as Ted moved to pull out of your mouth but you shook your head no, leaning over to take him in hand before you released him for a gasp of air, stroking him swiftly until you could take him again. When you were ready you sat up slightly so you had more control and used both your hand and tongue to work him over, his chin tucked to his chest and his hand covering his mouth.

“I’m gonna…baby, I’m about to…” He tried to pull back, but you shook your head again and sank down as far as you could and swallowed, feeling him come down the back of your throat. Now it was Ted’s turn to gasp for air as you sucked him clean and released him.

“Can’t believe this treatment room is still haunted,” Ted said as he tucked himself back in his khakis, “you’re a goddamn succubus.”

You laughed as he helped you back into your clothes. The two of you had been missing from training for so long, you just cleaned up the treatment room and left the stadium hoping no one was suspicious. Ted shot Beard a quick text that he was helping you get home and got just a thumbs up in return.

A couple weeks later now fully healed, Colin stopped by your office and invited you out to the pitch again. You grinned and pulled on your athletic wear, tying up your boots before stepping out next to Ted. The two of you had decided it was long time to stop sneaking around, so this time when you asked, “you sure it’s okay” and Ted told you to get out there, you thanked him with a kiss.

Both of you looked around at the team confused when no one reacted and Ted cleared his throat, “Guess I should let y’all know that, uh, Y/N and I…”

“We know, Coach,” Sam called out with a smile. “And we’re happy for you both.” The team took to the pitch but you and Ted still looked at each other confused until Isaac came over and murmured, “Training room connects to the locker room. And it's not soundproof, bruv.” You’d never seen the color drain from Ted’s face so quickly, but you just followed Isaac out onto the pitch with a smile. It had been worth it.

And despite now knowing about you and Ted—way too much about you and Ted, it seemed—the boys didn’t take it easy on you for one second. Just the way you liked it.

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the most wretched of women

"I loved my children," she weeps. "You have to believe me, I loved my children."

Whether or not Medea loved her children is not the subject under debate.

"What is under debate?" asks Jason.

Why she butchered them.

"We'd like to return to the question of whether our mother loved us," chorus the twins.

"I loved them," Medea wails.

"Third person, past tense," the first boy mutters. "Cool," mutters the second.

Order!

Good.

We open on a nurse, as Medea wails her maledictions. Do we have a nurse?

"No."

This is a shambles. Fine. The nurse explains the situation: Jason, best beloved by Medea, has abandoned her marriage bed to hop into another: that of Creusa, princess of Corinth.

"Uncharitable," Jason objects.

It's how the nurse puts it. Then the couple's sons arrive, accompanied by their tutor – do we have a tutor –

"No."

– absurd. The tutor states that Medea will be exiled with her sons.

"Would've been nice," one boy says brightly. "A trip with Mom," the other adds.

"Must you?" she sobs.

I will have order!

The nurse warns that Medea is in foul mood, and for the boys to avoid her as best they can.

"Which wasn't well." "Mom has the ear of a bat and the eye of a hawk." "Possibly literally." "She saw us and started screaming – not, to be clear, totally unprecedented."

"I was at my wits' end."

"Your wits were never the problem," Jason mutters.

"Yours were," chirp the boys.

Jason sighs. "No respect."

The Chorus enters.

"We heard Medea's suffering," the women intone, "and we wanted to help. We wanted to soothe her pain."

Do you?

"No."

"I left my home and found the women of Corinth awaiting," Medea says. "I spoke to them of my pain – our shared pain, as women."

"Many women manage to live their lives without murder," observes a son.

"We endorsed her desire for revenge," the women say solemnly. "What woman would not?"

Enter Creon, king of Corinth and father to Jason's new bride. ...we don't have a Creon?

"No."

Jesus.

Creon summarily exiles Medea; he doesn't know what her plans are, but he knows she's up to something bad.

"I begged him to exile me tomorrow, and give me time to set my affairs in order," Medea says. "To make arrangements, if not for my own safety, then for my children."

"We know how that worked out," mutter her children.

Creon concedes, though he knows he'll regret it. Medea is given until sunrise for a reprieve.

"I turned to the crowd," says Medea coolly. "Explained my plans: to murder Jason, and his princess, and her father, all together."

(Pause.

There's a noteworthy bit here. When Medea states her intention to murder three people – line 453, if you're following at home – her only hesitation is the following: θανοῦσα θήσω τοῖς ἐμοῖς ἐχθροῖς γέλων. "[If I am not clever] I will die, and my enemies would laugh."

That's interesting.

Moving on.)

Plotting three murders in broad daylight. Risky.

"They're only a Chorus. They couldn't stop me."

"Indeed, we sang of the honor Medea would bring us," intones the Chorus, "by taking vengeance on her wretched lover. We were fools."

Enter Jason.

"I explained to Medea that she was being selfish," Jason says. "That had she not been so rash, so fickle, we would all have gained from my marriage to Creusa."

Medea laughs bitterly. "And I explained my position: that of a woman who had sacrificed everything, done the unforgivable time and time again, alienated everyone who had ever loved her or ever would, for the sake of one man. I butchered my baby brother for you, Jason. I slit his throat and threw pieces of him over the side of the Argo so that my father's ships would slow to catch his organs in their fishing nets, so they could give him a proper burial. I tricked three beautiful girls into slaughtering their royal father and making him into a stew. No one but you would ever have me. We were made for each other, Jason."

"I paid you back a dozen times," Jason insists. "I brought you to Greece from your barbarian homeland. You were able to make a name for yourself as a brilliant witch – fame that you could capitalize on, if you weren't so stubbornly committed to tying me down. And just because I was fucking Creusa instead of you, you thought I was betraying you! I was going to make us rich!"

"That makes sense," says the Chorus.

"What are you talking about?" Medea asks wildly.

Enter Aegeus.

"We don't have an Aegeus," Medea snaps. "And I'm not done! Were you not just telling me that in killing him I'd restore honor to all womankind?"

A murmur of assent from the Chorus.

Medea grips her head in both hands. "Then – what makes sense about what he's saying? He calls my home barbarous, he says I should capitalize on my fame instead of tying him down, he says cheating isn't a betrayal if it makes him rich?! What the fuck are you talking about, that makes sense?!"

The Chorus hesitates.

"It does seem strange," says one chorister. She's shushed by the rest.

Enter Aegeus. He says that he visited the Oracle at Delphi to find a cure for his infertility.

"Oh, yes, and I told him I'd help him if he provided me safe harbor," Medea says. "And – and then I decided. Then I knew. That I had to kill them. My sons."

"Now who doesn't make sense?" asks one son. "Walk us through your process here, Mom," says the other.

"I –" Medea hesitates. "What do you want me to say? I had to hurt him. As badly as I possibly could."

The next scene -

The secondborn speaks up. "Dad comes in, you pretend to love him again and tell us to deliver our new stepmother a beautiful gown and tiara. Let's jump to lines 902-903, though. You call us out to embrace our father, and – you hesitate. O my children, will you continue to embrace me like this as long as you live?" "We didn't," adds the firstborn.

Medea's lips thin. "A moment of weakness."

"You have a lot of them." "In fact, over the course of the next few scenes you're downright schizophrenic." "Five times." "Five times you change your mind."

"I'm a weak person," Medea grits out. "It comes of being a woman."

Yes, there's a recurring thread of virulent Athenian sexism throughout the work, but that really isn't it.

"Maybe you just kept noticing –" "– over and over –" "– that you didn't have a reason?"

"I had to hurt him," Medea insists.

The children laugh. "Would stealing his children really hurt him that much less than murdering them?" "Talk about cutting off your nose to spite your face."

(If I may interject.

Here's where my aside earlier comes into play. At the beginning of her final face/heel turn, Medea says: καίτοι τί πάσχω; βούλομαι γέλωτ᾽ ὀφλεῖν ἐχθροὺς μεθεῖσα τοὺς ἐμοὺς ἀζημίους. "But what is this? Do I wish to suffer the mockery of those I despise?"

Medea's greatest fear is laughter.

She must kill Creusa, or she'll be laughed at. She must kill her sons, or she'll be laughed at. I can't help but think of Carrie, the prom dress and the pig's blood and everyone laughing, laughing, laughing…

I have a friend who says that tragedy and horror are in many ways the same thing, that the real and fundamental difference is that horror is unreal. Horror could never happen to you; tragedy is something that happens every day.

Medea's story is both tragedy and horror. The people who love you could leave. Stop loving you. Abandon you, throw you to the wolves. It happens every day. It is a tragedy, what happens to Medea. But Medea is, herself, the horror. She takes what happened to her and twists it, shatters it, makes it a monster and sets the monster loose. All so that no one can laugh at her.

No one is laughing now.

No one will ever laugh at Medea.

Is that what she wanted?

...back to the action.)

Next scene. The Chorus mourns the children. Then they mourn for Creusa. Then they mourn for Jason. Then they mourn for Medea.

The Chorus shifts uncomfortably. Medea glares at them.

The Tutor returns with the boys. He tells Medea that the gift was well received, and the boys will be accepted by their new stepmother and raised alongside her own children.

Medea spits on the ground. "And so I freeze my heart. I must kill them."

As the boys mentioned, you change your mind five times. Back to the Chorus, which bemoans childbirth in general.

One member of the Chorus, the one who broke ranks before, stomps her foot. "I can't believe this! This – this isn't about fundamental womanhood, she's murdering her fucking kids! I –"

"Am I not a woman," Medea hisses. The Chorus nods.

"It doesn't matter that you’re a woman if you're murdering your fucking kids!" the lone chorister insists.

Order.

A messenger tells Medea of the gruesome death of Creusa and her father.

The boys' eyes are hollow. "And she takes her blade in hand." "And she comes through the door." "And she hunts us down." "And..."

The Chorus wails.

The lone chorister breaks. "I can't take this! I'll – I -"

A single member of the Chorus does, actually, say that she will stop this, when she hears the boys cry out.

"Yes! I – I have to stop her!"

The Chorus' hands grab her wrists, her ankles. She is held in place.

She does not move.

"Why?" she whispers, going suddenly slack.

Throughout the play, the Chorus serves to contextualize events. They chide Jason for abandoning his bride. They agree with Medea that what has been done to her is beyond the pale, and encourage her to take revenge on Jason. Once she talks about her plan to slaughter her children as well, they turn to naysayers, pleading with her not to do it. But, crucially, they can't do anything about it. Medea ignores them. Jason ignores them. They cannot influence events; they can only watch, and speak, and cry.

"I arrive at the house, sword in hand," Jason says dully.

"I exit, with my sons' bodies, in a chariot drawn by dragons," Medea says. "A gift from my divine father, Helios. I will bury the children myself; never again will Jason see them, or touch their skin."

"Thus the gods approve this wretched act," says the Chorus. The lone chorister is, by this point, weeping.

The pair snipe at each other pointlessly.

The play concludes with Medea flying away, and Jason leaving the stage. A final stanza, generally agreed to be an interpolation by a later, lesser playwright, declares: πολλῶν ταμίας Ζεὺς ἐν Ὀλύμπῳ, πολλὰ δ᾽ ἀέλπτως κραίνουσι θεοί: καὶ τὰ δοκηθέντ᾽ οὐκ ἐτελέσθη, τῶν δ᾽ ἀδοκήτων πόρον ηὗρε θεός. τοιόνδ᾽ ἀπέβη τόδε πρᾶγμα. "Many things Zeus has in Olympus, many are the unexpected things that come to pass; what men expect is not what happens, but the gods bring about something else. Such is the outcome of this story."

You might ask yourself... what the fuck?

Medea murders her children. No one does anything about it; no one can do anything about it. She comes out via the Machinus, the part of the stage reserved for the gods, riding a chariot given to her by the gods, tacit evidence of their approval – not only that, she makes it explicit. The gods care less about her murdering her own innocent children than they do about Jason jilting her.

It's not a satisfying ending by any means. But how could you possibly end a play like this? A play where human beings make each other suffer in the worst ways possible, for the sake of their own worst selves. A play where the only characters we don't loathe are the Chorus, incapable of action, and a pair of children who don't even speak in the original text until they're being murdered.

Maybe the only way to end it is not to end it.

To say that, ultimately, life goes on, no matter what atrocity has just occurred. No matter that the gods love best those who do evil; no matter that a man's life has been ruined, even if it was earned. No matter that Medea has slaughtered her children, that the king is dead, that everything will stay broken.

The thing about life is that it keeps happening until it doesn't.

#medea #euripedes #analysis #short story #...sort of #this is another piece from the same class as ''ashes to ashes again'' and the piece ''white hair sends black hair away'' on my ao3 #it... might not make a ton of sense if you haven't read medea #on the other hand it might not make a ton more sense if you have

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countrymusiclover · 11 months

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22 - Three Words Longed For

Part 23

Gemini Runaway

Warning - mature content in this chapter. 18 +, don't read past the red warning if you are not comfortable

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Blinking my eyes opened I immediately screamed bolting from the bed throwing around everything I could with my magic. The glass of the window shattered against my hands and I broke every light in the room. “I’m gonna kill him….I don’t care if it kills me. Agrrrh!”

Someone vamped into the room where I shot my hand forward seeing Bex grabbing her head wincing at me. “Rae!”

“Bex, I…I’m sorry.” I quickly dropped my arm not meaning to hurt her. Clutching my hands into fists immediately crying knowing that I will never hear him say name ever again.

She reached up with her hand squeezing my shoulder, holding in tears herself. “Raelyn, I’m sorry for not letting you kill the history teacher when you had the chance….especially since he got killed anyway when Elena went over the bride and died. It should have been you to take him down.”

“It wouldn’t bring him back though. He will still be dead regardless of what I do. But I don’t understand why I’m not dead myself…” I throw my hands up sniffing tears walking away from her and picking up the drawing of Jacob.

"What are you talking about?" The blonde asks confused.

Turning to face her I held out my left hand with the ring on it. "I performed a link spell and connected my life to your brother. So that I didn't have to bother worrying about me dying and killing my whole Coven. But I should be dead right. Or maybe my mother tricked me into thinking that we were linked but really we weren't at all."

"Hey, we will figure this out together. You and I will leave this town and find another witch to give us the answer." She takes my other hand in hers, spinning the ring on my finger with her thumb. "I hate to say this but he would want you to move on and live your life."

Bex and I headed downstairs to begin packing until she noticed his drawing before suddenly throwing all of them and other things on the floor, angrily when Damon arrived. “You should know better than to sneak up on a lady.”

Damon joked at her. “Good advice. Have you seen one?”

Rebekah turns to face him. “Tragic about Elena. Not to make the gray cloud grayer, but does Matt even have automobile insurance?” She turns her back on him and he rushes over her with a stake. She stops him and catches his arm then twists his wrist so he releases the stake.

Grabbing his wrist that she was holding he winced when I got up in his face. "How the hell are you still alive, jackass!"

"Uh…apparently I wasn't a part of his sire line." He moaned until I heard something shoot through the window where he broke away from us. Suddenly Rebekah is shot through the window and I ducked down quickly dodging a bullet only for a dart to get launched into my back where I collapsed onto the floor with her.

The next time I opened my eyes we were in a moving truck where I saw Caroline and Rebekah tied up across from me. Rebekah looks at her restraint. “Vervain ropes. Looks like Alaric outed us all to the council.” Caroline responded to her.

"They won’t hold us for long, Dissero.” I attempted to do a spell but nothing happened meaning that my connection to siphon Klaus’s strength even when he wasn’t with me was gone.

Rebekah scoffed. “The council... What exactly do they think they can do to me?” Suddenly, the truck is hit by something. The truck rolls over various times and finally stops with them on their backs and my legs are dangling.

I grunted seeing the door get flung open seeing Tyler still alive. "Oh you've got to be kidding me. You still get to be alive!"

Caroline gasped. “Tyler?”

Tyler responded climbing in the truck breaking Caroline’s seatbelt. “I'm harder to kill than you think…..little siphon.” He snapped my restraints catching my limp body when it fell into his arms where I push away from him landing on my knees not wanting to be around someone who helped killed my boyfriend.

Caroline started crying happily. “You're alive? Tyler, you're alive!”

Tyler pulled me up to my feet grabbing a hold of Caroline’s hand too about to leave. “No time. Come on. We got to go.”

Rebekah asked. “ Wait, what about me?”

Tyler glanced over his shoulder gently pushing us outside the door but I could still hear what he said, making me confused as to why he called her that. “Keep 'em busy, little sister.”

Caroline and Tyler are kissing when I bend my knees attempting to catch my breath once we had vamped into the woods. “I never thought I'd see you again! I don't get it. How are you alive?”

“This is going to sound incredible, but…” She kisses him and he drives her against another tree with his speed and they're still kissing. She removes his jacket and his shirt and they kiss again.

“Easy, love. Wrong time, wrong place, wrong equipment….and definitely wrong person.” Tyler shook his head trying to push her away focusing his gaze on me.

“You're miraculously alive. We're fugitives on the run. All signs point to hot hybrid vampire sex.” She removes her jacket and kisses him. Pushing him against a tree and removing her top until she realized something. “Did you just call me "love"?”

Tyler smirked at her. “I don't know, love. Did I?”

Caroline shoved him until he pushed her back coming in my direction when I finally stood upright. “What the hell did you do to Tyler?”

“Stay the hell away from me, Lockwood. I am on the verge of killing the people who murdered the hybrid I cared for. And I am already short one person since he got killed already. If you don’t want to be first I suggest you step back!” I threatened him holding up my right to him breathing heavily fighting the urge to not use the death spell on him.

He kept walking up to me grabbing the sides of my head showing me one of my favorite moments with Klaus when we weren’t together yet. “Trust me, little siphon queen.”

“I can’t believe my mother didn’t tell me that she was still talking with my uncle who wants me dead. I can’t take anymore people lying to me!” I paced in front of the fireplace with Klaus sitting on the couch drinking a glass of blood.

He sat it down rising to his feet snagging my wrist gently holding me in place. “Raelyn, there is something you must know. I will never lie to you, ever you have my word.”

“Thanks…you’ve actually already kept your word. You always keep me in the loop of whatever insane madness that comes your way. And I greatly appreciate it, Klaus.” I drew my hand forward, his wrist holding his hands in mine.

He smiled downward at me. “Call me Nik.”

“Nik why, I thought only Bex did that?”

He nodded yes but raised a hand to my face softly running his thumb over my cheek. “That is true. But you have allowed me to call you Rae. So I am extending the same honor to you.”

“I gladly accept the offer, Nik.” I smiled leaving the room where he watched me walk away genuinely smiling.

Pushing his hands away from my head I began sobbing uncontrollably staring at the teenage hybrid in front of me. “Nik, you’re….you’re alive. That’s….that’s how I am not dead. The ring…our link…it all still remains.”

Caroline started gagging at us throwing her clothes back on. “Oh, my God. You're Klaus! You're disgusting! Raelyn I’m happy for you, but give me my boyfriend back before you two start having hybrid sex please.” She vamped us leaving the two of us alone.

“Rae, let me explain what happened. I’m sorry you had to think I was dead but I couldn’t reveal my plan-” He started explaining until I held up my hand cutting him off.

“Save it. You broke your promise to me. You lied to me. Now I am going back to the mansion when you’re back in your own body then come find me.” Turning on my heels throwing my hair in his face he didn’t move to stop me knowing he needed to get back in his own body before you two spoke again.

Sitting in my bedroom in the mansion I could hear someone shouting downstairs when it finally became nightfall. Shuffling as quickly as I could off the bed I ran down the staircase. My heart was banging in my chest with so much excitement and anger that Klaus was actually alive. Rebekah was the voice that I heard. "How dare you save Caroline and Raelyn over me!"

Klaus teased her when I pushed the set of doors open in front of me. Hello, brother, I thought you were dead. So pleased you're not."

Rebekah's voice croaked. "You left me."

Klaus laid some blood bags down, turning to her. "I only had time to save one of you and you can't be killed. Raelyn and I are now linked together so I couldn’t let her get killed for the sake of her supposed Coven called the Gemini. As for Caroline she is one of her closest friends and she would be heartbroken if she died. Rest assured, I had a worse day than you. I think it's time for us to move on, find some more werewolves."

"I love Rae and don't want her to die. But you could have freed me after you did her. Because in case you didn't realize she's not the only one who gives a crap about you!" She has tears in her eyes. "I mourned you! My heart broke thinking I'd never see you again!"

Running through the mansion I found the pair arguing where I shouted between them. "Niklaus! We need to talk alone now." I couldn't believe that I had to nearly die and he didn't say a word to me.

"Rae, Rae, Raelyn please give me a chance to explain." He followed my heels until we were back in one of the upstairs rooms where I raised my right hand into a fist slamming the door shut.

Spinning on my feet I immediately started crying when my gaze met his blue eyes. "You are a freaking liar. You promised me before we faced Alaric that we would make it out together. That nothing would separate us and I had to watch you get staked through the heart!"

"Raelyn-" He trailed off.

Throwing my hands away from my sides I cut my hybrid boyfriend off, not really in control of my emotions at the moment causing the whole bedroom to lose power then for it all to come back on. "No you don't get to speak until I am finished. When we first met I told you that I hadn't experienced any of my firsts and now they have almost all been with you. My first date, my first kiss, my…my heart belongs to only you. I had to feel you die and be powerless to stop it." Holding up my hand with the linked hybrid blood ring on my left hand. "Now that we are linked as one forever and always I didn't think that I would have to watch the man that I deeply care for….that consumes my very being….that pulled me back from the grief of winning the Merge and killing my brother without knowing….and above all the man that I can say I love whole heartily but apparently you didn’t feel the same otherwise you would have told me your plan to die and come back in the body of one of your hybrids!"

"I do love you, Raelyn Lane!!! I completely and utterly love you no matter if you come from the Gemini Coven that calls you an abomination for being a witch born without her own magic." Klaus vamped forward and gently grabbed me by my shoulders almost to the point of crying himself. "There wasn't enough time to tell you my plans before the Salvatore's betrayed me and made my heart literally stop beating. But don't think for a moment that I didn't feel the same way about you that you do about me."

Sniffing through heavy tears I clutched my hands into fists at my sides. My whole body was struggling to not just collapse into his arms. "Nik, I…I love you. And I never imagined that I would find someone who loved me…even after I was forced to accidentally kill my brother and take on his entire personality alongside my own crazy mind. So you will never know how much it means to me."

"Oh I believe I do, Rae." He moved one of his upward cradles to the side of my cheek in his palm when I leaned into it. "I was raised by a brute of a father as you know. Who called me a bastard and never accepted what I was because I didn't share his blood. And I thought I would forever be alone until you walked into the Grill that night and magically threw me against the wall just for asking your name."

I chuckled, snorting a little at the memory looking back on our first interaction. When I was just a traumatized witch on her own. "Geez I forgot about that. I'm honestly sorry about that." Wiping away some tears that now had turned into happy ones.

"I'm not, Raelyn. It makes me smile at the thought of seeing you as a queen from the very beginning. A queen fit for a king." He smirked, stepping closer where our chests were pressed almost against one another.

Lifting my gaze up for a moment I shuttered feeling nervous by the way that he was looking at me that way. We weren't hiding our desire for each other but he repeatedly kept telling me we didn't have to rush into anything. Yet it was eating away at me not to jump right in. "Before we get any further in this relationship I have to ask. Are you holding yourself back from sleeping with me because I am a virgin?"

"Raelyn, I don't want to push you into something you wished you had waited on. I would wait ten years, a hundred or even another thousand years if you said so, love. Because I love you more than the moon and the stars." He declares holding the other side of my face now giving me the most genuine smile I had ever seen matching the bright glow that was coming from his blue eyes so focused on me.

Running my fingers up his chest I grabbed the fabric of his black shirt leaning up on my toes with my lips hovering over his. "You aren’t pushing me to do anything, Klaus. You never will and I am tired of waiting. I'm tired of running from my insane Coven family. I'm not waiting any longer to get what I want in my life."

“And what do you want, my siphon queen?" He asked in a soft tone. "Say the word Raelyn Lane and I shall give you whatever your heart desires."

Wrapping my arms around his neck I kissed him quickly but softly breaking the kiss and feeling him lean into it immediately. "Make love to me, Klaus Mikaelson."

He smiled at me softly brushing a loose lock of hair behind my ear, “ Your wish is my command.”

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I let out a yelp when he lifted me into his arms, I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my lips against his. He kissed me back passionately and vamp sped into his room. Opening the door, he walked towards the bed and dropped me down to the bed. My back hit the soft silk sheets before I rose up from the bed staring at him softly and brought a hand to his cheek stroking it softly.

He leaned into my touch and brought my fingers to his lips, kissing them softly for a moment before releasing them. Standing tall, he lifted his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground. My heart began to beat for a second as I stared at him, my eyes directed down to his muscular chest, and blushed at the sight.

I averted my eyes with my hands covering them quickly and tried to contain my blush, he looked up at me and smirked at my reaction. “Oh, my siphon queen there's no need to be shy; you can examine my chest as much as you want to.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do remember. I may be stubborn but that doesn’t mean I know everything.” I pointed out to him where I peeked through my fingers for a split second.

“Don't worry I'll go slow with you.“ He reassured me, grabbing my hand with his. “If you want me to stop at any point just tell me and I will, Raelyn.”

“No, I want to do this.“ I said, wishing my heart would stop beating so rapidly like I was scared.

He took a seat beside her on the bed scanning over her face as if looking for a sign that she wanted to back out and was just pretending but he found no such thing on the siphon witch. “I can make you feel alive."

"You already do. What more can I manage, Nik." I challenged, eyeing him.

He cupped my face, and pressed his lips on hers. They were soft, like the petals of a daisy. He wanted permission to enter, and he was glad his little siphon opened her first gateway. The battle of tongues began, not with words but with their lips it did. She tasted like peaches and apples while he wasn't sure what he tastes like.

My hands started to trace his form, I began to run his fingers up and down his muscular chest softly while I began to feel his hand start to crawl underneath my shirt. He yanked my shirt off my head, throwing it to the ground only once breaking the kiss until I was not able to not joke with him at least once. “I’m surprised you didn’t just tear it in half.”

“That may happen later but not now. You ridiculous little witch.” Shaking his hard at me seeing how my eyes were trailing him.

He glanced down at my clothed beasts staring at them deeply before reaching behind my back and began to unclip the straps off and tear it off me in a split second. I gasped at him instantly reaching a hand to cover my breast, he let out a growl at them pushing my hands away. “ Don’t hide from me, my love you are perfect and all mine.”

"Like what you see, my hybrid " I asked, smirking at him, noticing that he was smirking down at me the entire time. My eyes found that he had a tattoo on the front of his chest that looked like a bird and I knew he had a different one on his back shoulder blade from when I saw him as a werewolf.

"Yes, I do very like it indeed " He smirked before gathering me in his arms and pressed his lips down onto mine while placing his hand on my behind squeezing it gently.

I gasped out, breaking the kiss, " You are quite naughty, darling.”

“I’m a thousand years old, Rae. You tend to learn a few things.” He pointed out to me, making me chuckle at his confidence.

I was feeling quite bold and confident and decided to make the next move. I moved my hands towards his lower area which I started to rub him through his jeans, he let out a low groan at the impact and rocked his hips against my hands. “ Rae.” I smirked at his reaction and began to rub him faster not knowing what came over me. “ When did I suddenly become a whore of some sorts.” I had to think to myself.

I ignored my thoughts continuing with my movements, grunts began to escape his mouth. “Bloody hell, Raelyn.”

I felt his member begin to twist in my hand indicating he was close. I kept on with my movements until he pushed my hand away. I stared at him with a questionable look, “Why are you pushing me away?”

He grabbed my face into his hands and stared at me deeply, “ Because if you keep that up I won’t be able to control myself.” The veins began to appear under his eyes when they flashed the golden color making his desire clear for me.

He pushed me down to the bed gently, towering over me. He grabbed onto one of my breasts and began to massage it gently before leaning down, lowering his lips down to one of my nipples and starting to suck on it. I began to whimper in pleasure asis felt his lips on me, he tugged on it with his teeth gently before switching breasts and doing the same thing. After a while, he pulled away and unbuttoned my jeans sliding it off me down to my legs.

He stood up from the bed and unbuttoned his jeans, tugging them down to his legs before stepping out of them wearing nothing but his boxers. He teared his boxers in a split second, releasing his member. My eyes widened at how big It was and wondered how that would fit inside me.

He knelt down in front of my legs and opened my legs up a bit, he ran his hands up my legs and grabbed at my panties before tearing them off in a second. My eyes widened in shock at him and leaned up on my elbows staring down at him in confusion, "What are you doing "

"Do you trust me “ He asked, glancing up at me.

“With all my heart “ I replied struggling to catch my breath knowing that my heart was racing a mile a minute .

He hovered over me and brought his lips down upon mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and embraced more into the kiss. I felt a hard rock positioned at my lower religion, he placed his member at my center and looked up at me. “ My love, this may hurt for a few minutes, I promise I'll go slowly. Are you sure you want this, I'll stop if you're not ready.”

"No, I want you, “ I said, gripping the bed sheets in my fingers, never moving my gaze from his. “ Please just go gently.”

He nodded and aligned himself against me before thrusting into me softly , I hissed out in pain as I felt him breaking through my wall, tears began to well in my eyes. He let out a groan at how tight his little witch was and how she was squeezing him around her walls, " You feel soo good Raelyn.” He moved slowly against her, I bit down on my lip hard trying to bear through the pain.

Within moments I felt the pain suddenly vanish and began to feel pleasure. I began to move against him and leaned up pressing my lips down upon his. He embraces me back instantly when my fingers dug into his back, drawing blood that would heal later.

He ran his body over every inch of my body he could reach, both of us slick with sweat as he moved against one another, our pants and moans filling the room. He leaned up on his knees and began to thrust his little witch’s at a deeper pace hitting a certain spot inside of her.

"Nik! " I moaned out as his thrust became hard and fast, my boobs began to bounce up and down from the impact and tried to keep up with the rhythm he set but failed and just figured to allow him to be in control..

"Come now, love." He commanded as he pressed his thumb to my clit, circling the swollen flesh until I was crying out incoherently. He watched her in awe , head thrown back, her hair all sweat and wild as a bird nest as he fucked her more harder and faster.

I came moaning out loudly as I felt a wave of pleasure come over me. He came seconds later as I felt him emptying inside of med, both moaning and groaning while they did. He removed from her before laying down beside her trying to catch his breath alongside her. “So did I hurt you too bad. I can give you my blood?”

“I…I’m good just exhausted.” I felt my eyes struggling to stay open until I rolled over onto my side placing my head in the crook of his neck tracing the bird tattoo with my index finger.

Klaus leaned up barely kissing the side of my head running his fingers through my now messy hair watching my chest rise and fall. “Sleep, Raelyn and just now I love you for a thousand years and forever.”

“I’ll love you forever too, Klaus.” I whispered, finally shutting my eyes having the best sleep of my life in the arms of the man and hybrid I loved.

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Wandering Worlds

DickKory | Core Four Centric | Cannon Divergence | Longfic

Summary:

The story begins with the death of Dick Grayson. His life taken by his own brother, Jason. Consumed by grief, Rachel gives in to despair, losing control, a portal opens, but from it no destroyer of words come through. Instead a man who looks just like him, how can he be? The Titans, and especially Kory has to mourn their fallen leader and deal with this stranger with a lot of issues of his own. After that, when everything seem to be settling, Kory is forced to return to Tamaran, but she wasn't as alone in her destiny as she thought, neither her family of choice was willing to let her go that easily. But politics in Tamaran can be as complicated as travelling across universes.

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Part Four – Voyagers

Chapter Twenty-seven – I'd cut your name in my heart

He thought it was a dream when he opened his eyes and saw her.

A terrible dream.

The kind of terrible dream he used to have when he was hiding at the end of the world. The kind of awful dream that took him back to a life in which he had never held the lifeless body of the woman he loved, where he’d never felt that agony and had never violated his own soul by taking revenge murdering the his own father.

Or one of those absolutely heart-breaking dreams of a time he dared to believe that the past was truly gone, and the danger of losing her a second time was remote, to a reality in which asking her to stay was enough, where he was enough, and she had never flown away back to the stars.

The kind of dream that always ended, and was always that... just a dream.

And every time he woke up, he was still alone, and she was still gone.

But it when of her hot tears wet the front of his armour, and then she proved herself to me material, and there, and real, grabbing him, asking a million of questions, this was not an oneiric trick.

The last months flashed before his eyes with such violence that it took him a moment to start understanding what she was saying, and that what she was speaking was his own first language instead of her Tamaranean.

They had to break Rachel’s heart to get him here, they had to use Gar to do so.

For what?

And then he had to fight in another war that wasn’t his.

All for her.

Was it worth it?

He wanted to be angry, he wanted to shout, he wanted to ask what the hell had she been doing and thinking. He wanted to make her apologise for every tear Gar and Rachel had been dropping since she left. For putting him in a position that made him turn into a murderer again. He wanted a lot of things.

But he wanted her above all else.

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What that made of him? Did he even care? Did her?

So, after he managed to put in words a little of the kaleidoscope of questions he had in the form of a broken “we were happy, weren’t we?” and she touched his face.

Oh.

Oh it was.

He’d do worse things for her. He’d do anything. Even forgive her, even put himself in danger of being happy again.

In no time he her skin was under his lips, for he couldn’t stop himself, and he heard her sigh making him believe, even if only for a moment that she was so consumed by him as he was by her. All he had touched was her palms, and it was almost enough if enough were possible when it came for his hunger for her.

And right there, the realisation that he had been doing a poor job of playing himself hit him harder than any blow he had been stricken before.

Even after everything that happened, even though the bitter memories of the violence he had to perform to be able to cross the stars to get to her, something was crystalline.

There was nothing that woman could do to him, or make him do that would make him love her less.

“Koria?”

She pulled away abruptly and he felt like his centre of gravity was snapped, and it hurt, the lights became too bright, suddenly the hot herbarium, hot even for the stuffy tropical Tamaranean weather became chilly. Just as it had been in the Great Hall, it was like someone was screaming inside his head, so much that it became difficult to process Tamaranean, and Dick missed the start of the conversation she started having with the intruder Prince.

“This is… He is…” she pushed her tresses from her face, and Dick reached his arm to touch them, noticing they were different from the soft curls she had been wearing last time they were together “X’hal…”

“I know who he is. I can see, my lady.”

Koriand’r turned to look at Dick, and his hand fell, she didn’t seen to notice, returning her gaze to her promised one.

The Royal Couple exchanged a meaningful look, and jealousy ripped Dick’s already aching chest.

“Did you plan this?” Karras asked in a barely controlled voice, Tamaraneans, Dick became well aware in the last months, were not meant to suppress their emotions. “Did you tell your lover to infiltrate X’oyang’s forces and come here make a mockery of me on the day of our engagement?”

Koriand’r turned away completely from Dick, and all he could see was the glowing of her hair fading.

“What? Of course not!”

And then the Prince was breaking her personal space, far too closer than Dick was comfortable with, which was at least a few galaxies of space between them. He felt the adrenaline making his heart pump and his blood run faster but in a very different way from when he Koriand’r under his lips.

“Don’t lie to me, Koria!” the tone was unmistakably angry now, and then, to Dick’s horror, Karras grabbed Koriand’r’s face “I have been patient, I’ve done everything I can to keep you safe and protect you, and that… With no regard to my feelings or position, but X’hal help me if you’ve been lying to me!”

Dick didn’t think, his body just moved, he kicked the Prince who fell on the tall shelves of herbs, breaking the clay vases and spreading tiny flames all around the corner his backside hit the floor. Koriand’r screamed, and the Prince glowed red with anger, he rose his blazing hand and Dick saw a ball of fire coming in his direction, but before he could jump out of its course Koriand’r put herself between them, terror filled Dick’s soul, but instead of taking the blow, he used a starbolt of herself do deviate Karras’.

“Are you fucking crazy, Karras!? He’s human! You could have killed him!”

Dick chuckled bitterly, if only she knew how many of her kind he had fought and won. And the anger returned, for just like the day she left, she still didn’t trust him. She still thought she could protect him somehow.

“Guards!” Karras called, floating to a standing position. And Dick walked away from Koriand’r and advanced towards the Prince, grabbing his flaming arm and pushing it away before using his free hand to punch his mouth.

The Prince used his knee to strike Dick on his belly and it just didn’t break some ribs, because of the armour Dick was wearing.

“Stop it Karras!” Dick heard her cry before flying to tackle the Prince herself.

“Guards!” he tried again but the band was still playing at the Grand Hall, so loud that nobody was hearing the tragedy about to happen. He pushed away.

“Stop it!” She said again.

Dick saw Karras give her a disgusted look as, like Dick, he pulled himself from the floor.

“He harmed a nobleman, he’ll go to prison for that!” Karras spat.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I swear by my whole bloodline if you touch another hair on his head you’ll never sit on the Tamaranean throne.”

“The bloodline you’ve spoiled?”

Koriand’r blazed with anger.

“How dare you!”

That, and Dick couldn’t understand why, made him stop. Karras’ feet touched the floor, and the fires he caused died.

“I’m sorry, Koria, I didn’t mean, I-“

“Leave us,” she said firmly.

“Koria...” the Prince begged like Dick had.

“I meant, Dick,” betrayal, confusion and jealousy made his insides turn more than the Prince’s strike. “Leave us. I need to talk to my consort alone.”

Nothing had changed.

“No,” he managed to say despite the knot in his throat.

She sighed or sobbed, he couldn’t say, couldn’t understand, his head was pounding.

And then she was touching him again, her hands on his arms and shoulders, Dick’s head leaned automatically towards hers, their fronts touching, her soft hands on his cheeks, her smell everywhere, until she said another heart-breaking thing.

“I wish you were Tamaranean...”

“Kory,” he found himself begging again, and just like last time, she let him go.

“Karras is not an enemy, and I need to set things right with him.”

“Don’t do this-“

“You will understand, I know I have no right, but please, trust me, just this time, please, lover.”

As he heard the last word, he noticed, she was not speaking Tamaranean anymore, that he was hearing English. She had found a way of saying her mind only to him, and that lament about him not being Tamaranean suddenly didn’t hurt as much.

Dick stared into her eyes, noticing the urgency in them, and let her go.

She smiled, a twitchy fragile thing, and watched in silence as Dick walked away.

“I’ll be in the barracks,” he said also in English before threading out of the herbarium.

The headache only got worse as he walked away, hating every step that he took after so much sacrificed to get to her.

God, he was pathetic.

And to make things worse, his ears were ringing, so much that when he got to the barracks the sickness had grown too strong that he bent down and threw up on the silver grass that covered the Tamaranian grounds.

Something was wrong, something was very wrong with his body. Maybe he was dying. No human being was meant to be pulled across universes and galaxies like that.

Another hit of searing pain hit him, and then...

“Oh my god, finally!”

He blinked trying to clear his watering eyes and with difficulty stood up, looking around, but he was still in Tamaran, the two moons still high in the sky but getting paler and paler as the dawn approached.

“Dick!”

He took a raggedy breath and answered.

“Rachel?”

“Yes! He answered! Finally!”

“Rach is that really you?”

“Yes!”

“How?”

“How?!” she sounded flabbergasted. “How did you hide your soul for so long? I was terrified! I looked for you everywhere!” And considering Rachel’s powers, everywhere could mean the many interconnected webs of realities.

“I lost my memories.”

“Oh... She said it could be that.”

“Who is she? Where is Gar? Is he okay?”

“He’s fine. Are you?”

The tiniest drop of relief relieved him. He could only hope that was real and he wasn’t just going absolutely mad.

“Rachel, who is her?” he asked again.

“You are not going mad, it’s really me! Oh, and while we are at it I can hear you thoughts kinda? Please don’t think anything disgusting.”

Well, that was new.

“I know right?! Do you remember how we were trying to find Lilith? Well, when you disappeared we got desperate and contacted Bruce, and he sent us Zatanna, she’s training me!”

“Bruce helped?”

“Yeah, he said he was sorry.”

Isn’t he always? He didn’t hear it, but he somehow felt Rachel sighing.

“Don’t worry, I’m pulling you back.”

“No!”

“What? Why? He doesn’t want to come, stop Gar, I can’t hear him with you having a fit-”

“She’s here,” he said out load, he didn’t know if it helped instead of just thinking, but it was less weird somehow.

“What?”

“Rachel, I found Kory.”

“Oh... How is she?”

“Engaged.”

“ENGAGED? TO WHOM? I’LL KILL HER!”

His ears ringed again.

“Rach, Rach, you’re going to explode my head...”

“Sorry, sorry... I don’t know what to do now...”

“What you mean?”

“The plan was to bring you back... I think I’ll have to find a way to take Gar and myself to you, gonna have to find a way around The Red to do that. I don’t know if I can.”

“What is The Red?”

“Long story. But we won’t have to do that stuff we did before. Zatanna was super mad when we told her. Her way is so much more easier.”

The image of Gar’s lifeless body as Dick choked him flashed bitterly before his eyes, and Dick noticed, that thought wasn’t his. He couldn’t bring his children to this place.

“Rachel, it’s dangerous here.”

“Because of Kory’s fiancé?”

“The whole planet is at war, there are enemies everywhere, you wouldn’t be safe.”

“Just like Earth, then?”

“Rach...”

“Is it as bad as your last world?”

Dick never though in those terms, not really.

“No,” he answered begrudgingly, but honestly.

“Then we’re going. Hell, we were going even it was worse than the place I pulled you from. We’re not abandoning you. And don’t you dare to pull a Kory on us, we make our own choices, Dick!”

“Who are you talking to?”

“Tejan’g” X’oyang was standing behind him with a concerned or suspicious expression.

Rachel’s presence was gone. Dick felt like a part of him was taken.

“Ajik, I went looking for you at the herbarium and I found the place trashed and now I see you talking to the wind. Are you going insane?”

Dick sighed.

“Tejan’g, I need to tell you something.”

The concerned look of the General turned suspicious.

“What?”

“My story.”

“You remember now, then?”

“Yes, I remember everything, but…” Dick clenched his jaw. “What I am to tell you… It might be treason.”

“Ajik, what are you talking about?”

“Tejan’g, please-“

“Good evening, gentlemen,” he was interrupted by Koriand’r’s suddenly appearance.

“Your Majesty,” said X’oyang kneeling down and trying to pull Dick with him. “This is Ajik, he’s not brethren, and doesn’t know our customs, but fought bravely alongside our forces.”

“There is no need for this, please stand up…” and then she squinted, and approached Dick.

“You are pale, have you eaten anything?”

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine, lover.”

Lover she said. That woman would drive him completely mad.

Dick swallowed and contained the impulse of scream or drag her with him to somewhere far away.

“He speaks English.”

She frowned.

“Who?”

“The General.”

She covered her face with her hands.

“X’hal…”

“Whatever is going on here,” X’oyang said in a serious tone, “I’d not choose to take part, but since I have no choice, let us at least talk hidden from prying ears.”

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I think that extra chapter about Rachel and Gar’s POV is finally coming because my brain just refuses to write another flashback on Dick’s perspective.

And guys… I think I kinda made DickKory a little sick hahahaha I don’t care, I want it crazy and not always pretty, I want it desperate and suffocating, I’m tired of lukewarm romance.

So… Thank you brave soldiers that are still here, and the new ppl that leave kudos to this fic, don’t be shy, say your mind in the comments, I love to chat!

#dickkory #Dick Grayson #Koriand'r #Nightwing #Starfire #Kory Anders #Richard Grayson #WW #Wandering Worlds #my fic #canva is fucking me over and that's why the cover is weird #thank fucking god graphic design is not my passion

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bubble-butterflys · 2 years

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Where’s the book?

This is a Bill cipher x pine sister reader(she is 19),Bill will be in a human form and yeah so basically a quick summery below!(Also real quick I wanna say that this is set after the whole Gideon thing.)

Y/N had moved to live with her sibling for the summer due to some things at home and was pushed into a whole new world of things.Y/N learns about the book and who bill cipher is.Since she’s new though bill sees this as a chance to get the book.

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Y/N’s POV:

I just finished cleaning up the mystery shack and was feeling pretty tired actually.I put up my cleaning supplies then started heading to my room which was actually a few rooms down from the Grunkle Stan’s .

I was halfway up the stairs when I heard someone call my name “Y/N!” I turned around to be met with my joyful sister,Mabel I smiled at her “Yes Mabel?” She tilted her head at me and asked “Where are you going don’t you wanna play a game tonight?” I Shake my head no softly.

She frowned a little but nodded ok and ran off,I made my way to my bedroom and changed into a tank top and some shorts.I then soon got under my covers and turned off the lights feeling tiredness take over my mind.

……….

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I saw light though my closed eyes and so I opened them only to be meet inside a room but i was confused on how I got here I remembered falling asleep in my bed I don’t remember being moved but that wasn’t the only weird thing.

The room wasn’t in color it was in gray scale,I looked around only to not see anyone but I jumped when I heard a voice behind me “ well if it isn’t the unknown sister!” I turned around to only be met with a…floating dorito? I started at it trying to figure out if I was dreaming or not.I couldn’t figure it out to I just moved my brand to my arm and pinched myself hard.

But yet nothing around me changed I then heard it’s voice again “Your not dreaming kid!” I turned towards it and got up some courage and asked “Who are you and better what are you?”

It looked at me “Well kid I’m bill cipher and I’m a dream demon!” I regonized that name but from what?

………..

Wait shit! This is BILL CIPHER the one dipper was talking about! I started to stand up and back up “Well Mr.Bill Sir it was great meeting you and all but I really gotta go!” I started heading to the door hoping it was a way out.

but before I could touch it the door turned into Bill I jumped back in surprise and tripped falling on to my ass…dang it! Bill just looked at me “Well actually kid I wanna offer a deal to you!” I really didn’t feel like it was a good idea to speak to him.

so I just ignored him and moved as far away from him as I could,he seemed to notice “Well kid if you don’t like this form to talk to I can l change!” I just kept trying to find a way out and ignoring him.

but When my back was turned I felt a hand grab my shoulder I swung my hand at whoever placed there hand on my shoulder only for it to be grabbed I looked and saw a pale skinned boy with golden blond hair and a black and yellow suit with a little top hat and eye patch.

which I could only guess was bill still he smiled at me “Well Hopefully you’ll listen to me now kid!” I was starting to get annoyed at this kid part but didn’t say anything.

I tried yanking my arm back but he wouldn’t let go I tugged but he just tightened his grip “ listen kid I’ll let you go if you listen to me but if you don’t you might be trapped here forever!”

I decided to ignore the sound my head screaming at me to not agree what go so wrong with just listening? I nodded my head but still didn’t speak he smirked “ Good Now I wanted to see if we could make a deal.”

I let my curiosity win and asked “What type of deal?” His smirk seemed to grow “I’m glad you asked now I’ll give you anything you like if you can get me the book your brother has.”

I knew this was a trick and if he got the book my safety and my family’s would be at risk.so I spoke up “No I’m good now please let me go.”

Bill seemed to not like my answer his grip tightened and his whole body started to turn light red “What do you mean no?” I breathed in and out ignoring my fear “ I mean I don’t want a deal with you.”

Bill frowned then his frown turned into a scowl he then started to raise his voice “YoU dOn’T GeT To SaY No!” I was shaking a little but stood my ground “No means No Bill.” He then started at me I felt nervous.

But then his red color started turning back to yellow and he smirked “Well I tried to be nice but there has to be some way to get you to do it..” I tugged on my wrist panicked and asked “What do you mean?” He kept his smug grin “ well I could just torture you till you break or I could go though your mind and find another way.”

I didn’t like the way that sounded I had a lot in my mind that was private.He seemed to be able to tell I didn’t like the idea and pulled me closer to him.

He then had a bright blue glow around our hands and I felt my mind to blank for a few seconds but as soon as s it came it was gone I felt dazed I shared my head just to see bill smirking at me.

I was confused what he found but jumped when I felt a hand squeeze my side..oh no..Bill smirked at me “ well what do we have here..wait no don’t tell me…your ticklish?” I didn’t answer him I just tugged in my wrist he just kept smirking “ such a silly thing to be tortured with but it might just work.”

Ali was really struggling now but he pushed me back with a force causing me to hit the wall but it didn’t hurt but as I was about to stand up I felt something cold on my ankles and on my wrist I looked and saw blue glowing Chadian attached to them.

I could still move them until mya rms were yanked above my head and attached to the wall while my ankles where attached to the wall by a short chian threat sadly wouldn’t go far.

Bill slowly walked towards me and crouched in front of me “One last chance you want my deal?” I didn’t answer,No I didn’t want to be tickle tortured but I can’t sail our my siblings!

So I stayed silent but I bit my lip when I felt a hand trail up my side slowly and the worst part was I was still in my pjs so my stomach along with my armpits were exposed.

I felt his hands run up and down my side slowly it tickled a lot but I refused to laugh. He then changed from slowly sliding his hand up and down to slightly fluttering his fingering up and down.

I started to squirm I really am ticklish but this is to embarrassing,he smirked at me but I refused to look into his eye “I’m barley touching you and your already squirming you must be Really ticklish..”

He started to speed up after saying that changing from fluttering to scratches I couldn’t hold it in and started to giggle “eheheheh” Bill seems satisfied to hear me let my laughter out.

Now that Inwas laughing he stopped and backed up I looked at him confused he seemed to notice my confusion “ Aww don’t be confused kid I just don’t feel like tickling you with my hands anymore.” I didn’t know what he meant by that until I saw some blue glowing hands appear there only two right now.

I stiffened dip he laughed at my reaction then decided to ask me “So where do you want these hands to attack you first?” I didn’t answer so he frowned then smirked again “ Find if you don’t wanna say I’ll decide I got got yours sides earlier but that doesn’t mean I’m done with them,so how about I add another pair.” He waved his hands and another pair appeared.

Bill didsnt say anything else I just watched though as one pair of hands moved to my sides while the other pair of hands moved to my neck one hand under my chin the other on the left side of my neck.

I was behind nevourse and couldn’t help but let out a few giggles “Ehehehhhe” Bill laughed at this “Your already laughing? I haven’t even stared yet!” He then leaned towards my face and moved towards my ear.

I could feel his breath on my ear “ Tickle…Tickle…TICKLE!” And with that the hands started and It was already too much The ones on my side were going fast wile the ones on my neck and jaw were soft and slow.

I couldn’t help but laugh “AhahahHhahahahhHhehe Bilehehel Stahahap!” He ignored me though and walked towards a chair in the corner of the room he sat down and leaned on his hand watching me.

it was beyond embarrassing but all I could do was laugh “Bill ehehehhaehEheheh Stahahaho Pleahahes!” I knew pleading wouldn’t do anything but it didn’t stop me.

Bill just looked at me and snicked even though he was farther away I could still hear him “Your begging won't gonna stop me from tickling you. But it's cute, so keep doing it.” I felt my face flush I hated this embarrassment.

I was destructed I didn’t notice when a new pair and hands appeared they moved to my underarms and started to softly dig there fingers in I threw my head back and laughed.

“AHAHAehehehAHAHAH STAHAHAP It EHEHE!” Bill didn’t care one bit he just listened to me laugh and watched me squirm Bill then asked again “ you ready to get me to book?” I shook my head no it may tickle like hell but I’m not a sell out.

Bill laughed “You must like this then if you know how to make it stop and you don’t.” I ignored him and just squirmed shaking my body left and right.

it didn’t help were ever I moved the hands followed,I guess bill decided he needed to speed the hands up so I all of a sudden felt the hands on my sides go even faster if that’s possible and the ones digging into my underarms started scribbling as fast as they could.

but the ones under my neck just went from light tickles to fats and harsh it didn’t hurt but it sure tickled a lot.Bill seemed to enjoy this because he just was laughing to himself in his chair.

“ I hope you know your gonna be here for a while….”

shit!

#gravity falls #dipper #mabel #x reader #bill x reader #tickle reader #Lee reader #ler bill #New #kinda rushed #Sorry for this one #disney #ticklish #ticklish reader

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dropthedemiurge · 7 months

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Look at me being a Boston defender

I changed my stance on this character 2 episodes ago when I got to understand him better – and oof, this episode I wanted to run someone over with a car (Atom, walk carefully on the street)

But also I'm once again is fascinated by how much Only Friends love using parallels! This show just LOVES putting characters in the similar scenes or use same composition/camerawork but COMPLETELY flipping the narrative. And I felt it very strong today.

Atom being a little unsatisfied dramatic shit (no offence to Title but he acts annoying guys very well), lies to his sister about what happened between him and Boston, and of course Cheum reacts firsts and analyses maybe never. And of course, Ray and Mew give her full support as they just made up as friends, now their group is back and everyone else is kicked out.

All of them just took the information they were given by one very lying side and ran with it like they are used to feeling oh so superior and though i kinda dislike mew and cheum, i still have positive feelings about all of them, but at that moment I thought omg guys fuck you maybe

And I was surprised by a strong reaction I was having and the very righteous desire to protect Boston and prove them wrong! Then I realized something. It's interesting, because we had almost the same scene in the hostel.

We started from the Friends POV and we saw Boston intruding on a safe/home place where Ray, Mew and Cheum chilled. And we knew Boston was in the wrong there and did some shit so it was so satisfying to watch him be almost annihilated and drowned, the hurt feeling from everyone translated very well to a viewer.

And then we have the scene in Boston's home during him doing thing he loves aka taking photos (even not nude), where the Friends are now intruding without care.

And everything is the same. Boston did a shitty thing sleeping with a person close to one of his friends, Mew, Cheum and Ray have each other's backs and yell at Boston, same vindication atmosphere – BUT it made a complete 180 turn.

Because it's clear how we shifted POV to Boston, and we know his backstory, we know what actually happened and we've already been in his mind for quite some time so we understand him. That he just has a different frame for relationships and sexual activities and he doesn't understand how to navigate communication correctly, but he always tells the truth and this time he did it too.

Only no one believes him! Because his "friends" operate on all their previous reactions and knowledge of Boston. Of course, they would believe a poor little brother of Cheum, of course evil Boston tricked him and threatened him into sleeping with him.

Boston always told his side of the story but no one ever believed him or didn't want to understand him, and that's what makes you so frustrated and angry with them. They keep blaming each other without trying to understand (Cheum, I am SO looking at you and your double standards and oblivious perception) and they keep scolding him because they feel morally superior (Mew, I really don't like the new you and you probably always been like this but storytelling hid it from us and ugh).

I'm kinda not sure about Ray because at first he obviously protected Mew didn't expand the fighting, and here he's closed off and... looks conflicted? His only scolding was about "it's your friend's brother!" and that might be headcanon but we know Ray had to spent quite a lot of time with Boston before, and he's not a saint himself, I feel like if it was just two of them, Boston could even explain himself properly and change Ray's opinion. But definitely not when all friends ganged up on him and didn't believe ANY of his words. They weren't even ready to listen, they just came there to accuse.

I don't know, I'm ready to fight for Boston, dude isn't always pleasant but he needs someone to listen to him and tell him he's a worth being, because he already hides and cuts off his dreams and things he wants in life and his feelings too, and all his coping mechanisms are shitty and he gets blamed and hated for anything he does, even though he doesn't know any better or he gets blackmailed and defamed.

Of course he looks in shambles and on the verge of breaking down and seeks Nick out because at least someone is reckless enough and has a big heart to love him no matter what.

BUT I WAS TALKING ABOUT THE PARALLELS! Only Friends make so many parallels and each one of them is so delightful and fascinating! This show is so complicated and good.

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muchamusedaboutnothing · 1 year

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Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 15

Characters: Dean x doctor!Reader, Sam Winchester

This story is Act 7 of a saga.

New to the story? Get caught up on the Heart of a Hunter Saga here.

All your favorite Winchesters are alive, in spite of the curse that nearly took them from you. After coming so close to losing the only family you have left in this world, you’re taking matters into your own hands. There’s a witch to hunt.

Series Warnings:

Character injuries/sickness - Take note that no one is excluded from this.

Canon-typical violence and language.

Lots of whump.

Lots of caring for hurt characters.

Smut (18 Only. NSFW. You were warned.)

Angst.

Fluff.

Medical talk. Is that even a warning

Image Credit: bing image search, google image search , @sharonisantisocialimagines, @katymacsupernatural.

Wordcount: 2615

Chapter 15

Once in the Impala, Dean produced a package of jerky. "Here, eat. And grab a couple of those pain pills from the jockey box."

You accepted the bag of jerky gratefully, chewing on a piece before dry-swallowing one pill. If it even just dulled the shooting pain in your side and your leg, it would be enough.

Dean cast glances in your direction as he drove. "You want to tell me why you can’t just let me handle this demon?"

You sighed. You really didn't have the words to explain. "It's complicated, but I started this and I just need to be there to finish it."

Dean fixed his gaze on the road again, but his right hand came to rest on your good leg. "Why don't you give Sam a call?" he said instead. "He and Addie are going to be expecting an update."

Sam answered your call after one ring. "Spider Monkey?" The concern was obvious in his voice. "You good?"

"I'm good," you assured him. Then you put the call on speakerphone so Dean could hear as well.

"Thank God," Sam breathed. "Dean said you got her. She's … she's dead then?"

"As a doornail," you answered. "Whatever the hell that means."

Sam sighed in relief and you heard him muttering to Addie to update her. “You're really okay? We’ve all been worried.”

“I’ll live,” you said with a smile. “Your brother patched me up, good as new. Turns out you can teach an old dog new tricks.”

Sam let out a chuckle that was half-laugh, half-relief. “Well, I’m glad to hear it.”

Dean shot you an endearing wink, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he drove.

"How's my munchkin?" you asked.

"He's great," Sam assured you. "He'll be happy to see you when you get back, though."

"God, I miss him," you admitted, feeling the sting of tears in your eyes. Tears of relief for having finally killed the witch. Or tears of exhaustion because it had been a long couple of days - er, weeks. Both were true. You blinked them back and told Sam that you’d be in touch later but that you just still had some things to wrap up.

Dean was watching you when you hung up the phone. "Couple of minutes out now," he said. "Get another piece of jerky in ya before we get there, 'kay?"

Dean parked across the street from the shop and cut the engine. You both got out of the car and met around back as he opened the trunk. You loaded your pistol with devil’s trap bullets, racking the slide to chamber a round.

Dean double checked his own weapon and tucked it into the waistband of his pants, grabbing the angel blade he’d retrieved from your truck at the motel. "Best guess, do you think you got all the rest of them? Or is there a chance there are more demons lurking around that you counted before that didn't show up earlier?" he asked.

"I had never seen the one still inside before tonight, so I guess we can't rule out the possibility of there being newer reinforcements. We should definitely be careful heading inside."

"Roger that," Dean said, his free hand going to the small of your back as the two of you crossed the street together and approached the entrance.

You held your pistol at the ready while Dean carried the angel blade as you cleared the entryway and moved inside.

You saw Dean scanning the first room with his eyes as you double-checked that nothing had changed since you'd last been here.

Together you made your way through the building, Dean eyeing the bodies you'd left in your wake on your last visit.

"Top floor, end of the hall," you said. He nodded and started up the stairs first. You double-checked behind you and followed after him.

The demon was right where you left him - trapped just beyond the doorway into the witch's office. "Oh, fantastic. You're back," the demon quipped sarcastically as you approached.

The look on Dean's face when he glanced over his shoulder at you could only be described as incredulous. Understanding washed over him, and you knew your behavior suddenly made sense.

The poor, innocent man the demon was possessing was the spitting image of your brother, save for the pitch-black eyes. The demon smiled ruefully then, a slightly twisted version of the smile in that photograph of you and your brother that currently sat in Jonah’s nursery. The one right next to the photos of John and Mary, your parents, and that shot of Bobby, Ellen, and Joe with Dean and Sam.

"I thought maybe you'd change your mind," the demon said, "but seeing you brought the infamous Dean Winchester with you, I'm guessing that's not true."

The demon smirked. "Ah well, you can't win 'em all. It was a good gig while it lasted. It's too bad, though. I liked this body…."

To your absolute terror, the demon produced a blade from inside the leather jacket he wore. You cried out in protest as he plunged the knife into the chest of the man he possessed. Blood seeped from the wound as the demon laughed.

Dean threw out his arm to block you from getting past him for fear you'd cross the devil's trap in reaction. He also began reciting the exorcism rites.

Out of nowhere, a breeze tossed about the loose papers on the witch’s desk. The demon continued to mock you with laughter as its host body bled, but it’s expression morphed into one of pain as Dean neared the end of the exorcism.

The demon smoked out through the mouth and disappeared as the host body fell lifeless to the floor. You moved past Dean then, immediately hitting your knees and ignoring the searing pain in your thigh as you rolled the man onto his back.

Dean crouched down next to you as you tore at the man's button-up shirt to get a better look at the knife wound. The blade was still embedded in his chest.

"Give me your shirt," you insisted. Dean did as you asked, peeling his second layer off for you to bunch up around the protruding knife to slow the bleeding.

The man was unresponsive, and there was no way to know how much of his faculties had been intact before the demon sealed his fate on the way out. Dean pressed two fingers to the man's throat to feel for a pulse.

You glanced down at your hands, coated in the man's blood, and were suddenly unsure of what to do for him. "Ca - call an ambulance," you muttered.

But Dean was looking at you with shared grief in his eyes as he shook his head in answer. "We can't do that."

His response startled reality back into you as you remembered the utter carnage on the building's lower level from your previous battle. The other bodies that lie dead at your hand - even if the demons possessing them had ultimately been responsible for their demise.

Dean was right.

And it didn't matter that there was a hospital nearby. No amount of CPR was going to save this man.

The pain of losing your brother after you'd tried to stop him bleeding to death in the forest a few years back washed over you again with renewed levels of sorrow. A sob erupted from your throat as blood trickled from the man's mouth.

Dean's arms came around you and he pulled you onto his lap, holding you to his chest as you cried.

"I've got you," he whispered in your ear.

You couldn’t say when the shift occurred, but suddenly you weren't crying tears of grief into his t-shirt, but rather tears of relief that the entire ordeal was over.

With that realization, the tears quickly dried up. When you pulled back, Dean studied your face briefly. You managed a nod to let him know you'd be okay. He kissed your forehead tenderly and helped you to your feet.

Dean paused a second to gaze at the witch's lifeless body on the floor across the room.

Then together you descended the stairway a step at a time.

Once you reached the back door of the shop Dean pressed the Impala keys into your palm. "Go. Pull the car around the block and wait for me."

You pushed through the doorway, feeling the fresh night air on your tear-stained cheeks. Wiping your hands on your sweats to avoid getting blood on the steering wheel, you got in the car like Dean had asked. You quickly pulled around the block and parked along the sidewalk, waiting.

It was twenty minutes before you saw smoke rising up through the sky in the direction of the shop, and another two minutes before Dean came jogging up to the car. You slid over on the seat and he climbed in behind the wheel.

"We're good," he said in explanation.

You nodded in acknowledgement and leaned your head to rest on his shoulder.

"Let's get you back to the room," he added as he pulled into the lane.

Once back at the motel, Dean turned on the shower to heat up and helped you remove your clothes. He took care to place waterproof dressings over your wounds and shed his own clothing before stepping into the shower with you.

He gently but thoroughly helped you wash the blood from your hands and arms and ran soap over your body with a washcloth. The hot water did wonders for your soul.

"Careful, Winchester," you teased as he worked shampoo into your hair. "A girl could get used to this kind of treatment while hunting."

"You've more than earned it, sweetheart." He helped you rinse the shampoo and added conditioner to your hair next. "You did all you could for that man back there," he added after a moment. "There's no way to know how bad off he was before the demon knifed him. Chances are he was long gone way before that."

"I know," you said, turning around in the shower to face him again. "I just had to try, you know?"

Dean nodded in understanding. "I know you did. Just one of the many reasons I love you. All the messed up shit we see on a day-to-day basis, and you still have a heart of gold. But that man is no longer trapped in his own body, and that's a mercy in itself."

"You're right," you said, leaning in to hug him tight. "Thank you. I guess I needed to hear it."

Dean helped you rinse your hair again and stepped out of the shower first to towel dry himself quickly. When you turned the water off he wrapped a fresh towel around you after checking that your waterproof bandages were still intact. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

"I'm a little sore, but nothing I can't handle. I've certainly had worse."

He scrutinized your face. "We need to get some food in you. What sounds good? I can go pick something up … "

"Can we just order pizza to the room?"

"Absolutely." He pulled out his phone and searched for a place nearby, ordering your favorite while you slid on a clean pair of pajama bottoms and stole a loose-fitting t-shirt from Dean’s bag. He tossed you the remote and you got comfortable on the bed.

You flipped through the channels, settling on the local news which was running a story about a suspected electrical fire near the hospital. Dean sat next to you on the bed, eyes glued to the channel while the story finished as you nestled up against his side.

"Damn, sweetheart. You really did it,” Dean said. You turned your head to look up at him, studying his face. A soft smile pulled at his lips as he gazed down at you. “You actually put an end to this whole witch business. And it's like … like I can finally breathe again after what feels like forever. It's been hanging over me since that first night I let her slip through my fingers. Then with Jonah and … I just - it's almost hard to believe…."

"She's gone," you added, trailing your finger up and down his arm. "The nightmare is over and she can never come after our family again."

Dean leaned down far enough to kiss the top of your head. "Thank you, sweetheart, for finishing it when I couldn't."

You rested your hand against his cheek, watching his green eyes until he met your gaze. "We did this together," you told him. He lowered his gaze then, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "Honey, I know staying behind when I came after her was one of the hardest things you've ever had to do,” you added. “And while Sam wouldn't say it out loud to avoid making things harder on you, I know he felt the same way."

It was quiet for a moment before Dean said, "Wonder how he feels about being on diaper duty?"

You smiled at the thought. "I bet he minds less than he lets on." You would have given anything to be home just then. “I miss our baby boy,” you said. “God, I miss him like crazy. I haven’t really been away from him since he was born. It just feels wrong. I’m still getting used to the idea that he’s healthy, and I just … I don’t know. I hate being away.”

“We’ll get back home soon,” Dean said sympathetically. “Then you can have all the baby snuggles you want. Just gotta make sure you’re fit to be driving first, what with the pain pills and that leg of yours, especially since we have to drive separate vehicles home.”

“Hard to argue with that logic, Winchester.” You smiled softly at him. “But I'm hoping to get out of here first thing tomorrow morning. I can get by on Tylenol after tonight, anyway.”

Dean studied you for a heartbeat. “Let’s see how you’re feeling tomorrow and go from there. Hmm?”

You nodded and leaned your head against his shoulder. “Whatever you say, Dr. Winchester.”

Dean chuckled softly and intertwined your fingers with his, playing with them as the news came back on. You changed the channel to a football game that was on and rooted for the underdog until the sound of a car pulling up announced that dinner had arrived.

Dean met the pizza guy at the door and the two of you ate in bed together with the game playing in the background.

"You know, this is the closest thing to a date night we've had in what feels like forever," you mused.

Dean laughed softly at that. “How about this? I’ll make it up to you and take you out for a nice fancy dinner soon. Hell, Sam can babysit even without Addie. You just focus on getting better, sweetheart. Then we'll celebrate for real.”

“I’ll hold you to it, handsome,” you said with a smile as you picked up a second slice of pizza.

After dinner Dean helped you change your bandages. The lack of sleep and exhaustion was definitely catching up to you. You snuggled up on the bed with your head on his chest as he tenderly ran his fingers over your hair.

The same motel room that had been lonely and cold when you were alone was now warm and comforting as you lay in your husband's arms.

Before long, the steady thump-thump of his heartbeat lulled you into a deep and peaceful sleep like you hadn't enjoyed in months.

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mtdthoughts · 1 month

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I have just finished writing Chapter 7 of the fanfiction.

This time, it's in Dali's perspective, and it contains the entirety of Episode 8 in his POV.

This chapter also hurt a bit to write. But I promise, it'll get better!!

I sat inside my tent, reflecting on what just happened. Just as I uncovered the truth of what had happened that Christmas night, Migi came and interrupted us. Through a series of blunders, he must have realized that Sali was me all along and bit me out of anger, and then he ran away from me just as I was about to start our revenge against Eiji. I attempted to run after him, but after encountering the old couple downstairs, there was no way I could continue chasing him, otherwise I’d risk exposing our secret to them. I had to give up and find Migi another day.

I continued staring at the bite mark my younger brother left on me. Sure, I understood why he was angry with me. I tricked him into falling in love with a disguised version of myself, and then I ruthlessly broke his heart after he caught me talking to Eiji. But I had to do it, it was all for Mother’s sake, and for ours as well. That’s what I told myself.

Yet even though I have lived with Migi my entire life, I wasn’t quite sure what to do now. Usually, when Migi was angry with me, he would just sit or lay down sulking, and he would get better after I comforted him a bit. I was prepared to take on Migi and all of his anger, but I wasn’t expecting him to run away from me. He’s never done this before! Even though I hurt Migi’s feelings, I hoped he’d be more understanding, that we could never live normally in Origon Village while we still had a duty to fulfill to Mother.

Who was I kidding? This was how Migi’s always been, relying on his emotions rather than reason. And it’s not like I haven’t noticed how Migi has slowly slipped away into our new lifestyle in Origon Village. How he gradually became a true member of the Sonoyama family. How he… drifted away from me and Mother.

Regardless, this was something that needed to be done, and we needed to be together to do this. I’ll make it up to him later, but right now this matter comes first.

I lay in bed alone that night with nothing but a stuffed bear next to me. It felt unusually cold without my brother by my side. I struggled to get much sleep as I continually thought about what to do and what to say to Migi.

Suddenly, out of some strange compulsion, I decided to sneak out of the house and biked to Eiji’s house. I quietly crept over to the yard where Migi fell, and there I found the shattered necklace that Migi had tried to give me earlier. I picked up all the pieces and put them in my pocket before heading home to sleep.

Over the next couple of days, I decided to wait for Migi. I hoped that he would come back after cooling down a bit, but he never did. I also tried to repair the necklace, but I just couldn’t do it. It was shattered into so many pieces that it was beyond repair.

Eventually, I couldn’t wait anymore and decided to look for Migi myself. After searching around the various hiding spots we set up in Origon Village, I concluded that he had to be hiding in someone’s house.

I turned out to be correct, as when I showed up at Akiyama’s house, Akiyama’s words and expression revealed to me that Migi was indeed here.

After sending Akiyama away to fetch me a drink, I was able to locate Migi in Akiyama’s closet. He was still angry with me, but that didn’t matter right now. I just needed him to come back.

I attempted to force the door open, demanding Migi to come out, but he stubbornly refused to budge. Then, Akiyama’s intervention only left me more frustrated as I felt my chances of recovering Migi slipping away from me. I tried to convey my message to Migi through Akiyama, telling him that I didn’t mean to hurt him, and that I did all this to fulfill our promise to Mother. This was the truth, and at this point I was close to losing control of my own emotions.

Suddenly, Akiyama grabbed hold of me, telling me that I shouldn’t have to live according to my mother’s expectations, that I should let myself be free. Huh? What are you talking about? Don’t act as if you know anything about me… about us! This was something that needed to be done to end the curse that we carried all our lives!

Then, as Akiyama was distracted by his angry sister, Migi suddenly grabbed me and threw me into the closet. Before I could say anything, Migi told me he didn’t care about revenge anymore, and then proceeded to look me in the eyes, telling me that he won’t take orders from me anymore. I was lost for words. This was a complete disaster, as what I feared most came true, yet somehow, I couldn’t stop this from happening. I could do nothing but sit inside Akiyama’s closet, now stewing in the hopelessness from my futile attempts to take back Migi.

Suddenly, Akiyama wanted to go on a bicycle ride and took Migi with him. No. I couldn’t allow this to happen. If I continued to sit and do nothing, Migi would be gone forever. At this point, our secret didn’t matter anymore. I shoved the closet doors open and ran after Migi, but it was too late. I stood outside in horror as they sped away, with Migi shouting out loud that he was free.

Why? How could Migi do this to me? I thought that we understood each other, that we were supposed to be one, that we understood each other and the loneliness we shared.

I’ve always watched over him, protected him, and I remained the “strong older brother” just for him, even holding back my own pain and my own tears. I thought that Migi would be able to understand the sacrifices I had to make for our mission, that he wouldn’t leave me because of the promise we made. But how could he abandon Mother, how could he abandon me when we were so close to breaking the curse over us?

I suppose that in the end, Migi was just a brat who just cared about himself and his own pleasure. He only clung to me for comfort, and now that I’ve hurt him once, he’s ready to discard me like some broken tool. Even though we’re brothers.

I dragged my feet over to Mother’s grave and cursed the heavens for once again for bringing me yet again more misfortune. Before, I had Mother. Before, I had Migi. Now, I had no one.

This was all Eiji’s fault.

If he hadn’t killed Mother, she would still be with us.

If he hadn’t killed Mother, Migi would still be with me.

If he hadn’t killed Mother, my life would not have been filled with suffering.

At Mother’s grave I vowed to her that I would kill Eiji to set things right. To make sure that our suffering wasn’t for nothing.

If Migi wasn’t going to help me, then so be it. I’ll avenge Mother myself. I don’t need Migi anymore. I can’t let Migi drag me down anymore.

This was my duty.

Still, avenging Mother alone as Hitori Sonoyama was easier said than done. Now, I had to do everything Migi and I did in the house by myself, such as eating both our servings of food. It was difficult, but there’s no way I could slip up now. The old couple didn’t need to know about me, and I didn’t need them.

All I had to do was remain the perfect child. That was all I needed to do.

Doing all this felt like hell, and I reflected upon my situation as I vomited again into the toilet. Stupid Migi, why aren’t you here?

No, no. Don’t blame this on Migi. He’s always been this thoughtless and dull. And stop thinking about him, I thought to myself.

Later, I sat in the bath with the old man while stewing in my thoughts. Suddenly, after learning a trick about water pressure, I realized something: perhaps it was better that Migi wasn’t here anymore. Migi was always the incompetent one, always getting into messes that let me worry about him. Without Migi, I no longer had a stupid younger brother to drag me down while carrying out our revenge. All I needed to do was erase Migi’s existence from within me, allowing me to finally fulfill my duty to Mother.

Or so I thought.

When Halloween came, I hatched up the perfect scheme to kill Eiji. He always won the costume contest every year, so I rigged the winner’s throne so that a pumpkin would fall and hit his head once he sat on it. I thought it was quite poetic: just as Mother died after hitting her head because of Eiji, Eiji would die in a similar fashion.

Everything was going well according to plan, and I thought I could finally be rid of Eiji once and for all so that I could end my unhappiness once and for all, that I could finally prove that my life had meaning.

But then, everything went wrong when Eiji refused to sit on the throne. Suddenly, the one to sit on the throne was none other than Migi! I instinctively jumped down from the tree from where I was watching and ran as fast as I could to save him. I was in an utter state of panic.

At this point, our secret didn’t matter anymore, because Migi’s life was in danger! Even though I claimed I could erase Migi from within me, I just couldn’t. There was just no way I could, because Migi was my precious twin brother. These thoughts swirled my mind as Migi’s life flashed before my eyes.

When I heard the sound of the pumpkin being smashed my heart sank, as I thought that I had just killed my brother. Memories of Migi began to flood my mind. Memories of our time living in the Sonoyama house. Memories of us at school together. Memories of Migi… smiling from ear to ear during our date at the aquarium.

I thought that our days in Origon Village were meaningless, that they were simply a means to an end in avenging Mother, but I was dead wrong. In that moment I remembered what my original duty was, what my purpose was. Everything I did was for Migi, and it wasn’t out of some arbitrary obligation, but it was because I loved him. I loved him dearly, and it was his smile that I lived for, and it was the same smile that I trampled over and ruined. I thought that I was doing all this for him, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. A river of tears streamed from my eyes as I finally realized this truth.

I looked up to face what had happened, and to my shock, it was Eiji who was hit by the pumpkin, as if he had just saved Migi.

I stared at Migi, but before I could say, do, or even think anything, Migi turned around and bolted away as Akiyama ran after him. By the time I had recovered from my shock and thought of going after Migi, it was already too late. The crowd was in complete chaos, and I had already lost him.

The Sonoyamas found me in tears, and with worried looks on their faces, they frantically asked me if I was okay.

I couldn’t say a word.

They then took me into their arms as we walked home together, though I couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened.

Once we arrived home, the old couple put me in bed to let me rest, but there was no way I could get better. Even though it was good that Migi was still alive, I couldn’t bear that I had almost killed him.

Deep down, I knew that Migi just wanted to live a normal life in Origon Village, yet in anger, desperation, and fear, I couldn’t let him have it. Instead, I dragged him around, brought him into danger, and crushed his heart, thinking that he would just get over it. I feared that Migi would drift away from me if he became a part of this town, and yet I made this happen myself with my own foolishness.

What was I thinking?

I thought I was protecting Migi, but all I did was make him cry.

How could I do these things to him?

He was all I had, and yet I pushed him away so cruelly.

It’s all my fault that Migi’s gone now, yet I couldn’t help but want him back as I muttered his name while crying, clutching the remains of the dolphin pendant that he once cherished. It was insufferable, as if I was drowning in an ocean of my own tears and loneliness.

Even if Migi hated me, I still loved him. I don’t care if he was still angry with me, I just wanted him back, to make things right with him, to see his smile again, and I would give anything for that. Without Migi, how could I possibly go on?

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bittercandysweetrain · 9 months

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Tokyo revengers x reader with mental illness Draken {Pt1}

Illness - Bipolar disorder

(warning mention of suicide, drug use)

(y/n)'s pov - I am Bipolar I've had it for a long time now. I hate people who romanticize it like it's such a dream to have. They love the intensity of it they love the mania because they love excitement. that's why movies always have those doped up people their life like there is no tomorrow. As if it's something so simple to handle but it’s exhausting. it's tiring to be in your own skin, the best I can describe it is having a high nothing can compare to. you feel Invincible have you ever seen a picture of a club aesthetic a hazy picture or a person dancing and having fun the night will never end. you do things and say things that could be very unintentional your not thinking of the next day you make promises you can’t keep. To do things you regret fucking who you want putting yourself in danger cause it gives you a rise and your at the highest peak of everything you could ever reach. and suddenly you crash hard falling from the heavens you become this person you don't even know. smiling hurts, laughing hurts, being awake hurts. constant thoughts of how worthless I am fill my mind, I am unloved, unwanted, alone, and I deserve to sleep forever or die. seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks turn into one giant mix up that I don't keep track of. Did I sleep for two days? was I awake for four? did I shower? did I eat? am I alive? that's all I feel but amongst all that I wish people would understand It isn't a decision it's not like I wanted this, I can't just make it go away.

Author's pov - (y/n) walked next to Inui dressed nicely it had been the first time in a while that she had been out. suffering from her lows for four months now she finally started to hit her highs. "Where are you taking me Inui?" she asked "I want you to meet someone," he said "eh? why?" she asked "because he is my friend and you owe him an apology," he said. "an apology for what?" she asked clicking her arms with his "for punching him on new years eve." Inui said "New years? I didn't punch anyone the hell are you talking about I was dancing with someone had a few drinks made snow angels snowball fight and Uh?" "let me correct you before the 31st you went on a drinking binge remember you got kicked out of 2 clubs. I told you to meet me on the rooftop for the new years eve party you came high on coke yes you were dancing and it was all fun until you wanted to dance on the edge of the rooftop. Draken pulled you down twice and the second time you were mad and punched him in the face. After you made snow angels in the parking lot. tried trading your panties for mitsuya's bike which you ended up stealing. you didn't get far but yes we had a snowball fight until you threw a shoe at takemichi and bruised his eye." he said "also you got mouthy with Mikey you called him a midget" he said before showing up to the Garage.

Draken opened the door seeing Inui and (y/n) "Hell no" he said trying to close the door "wait she is here to apologize" Inui said. (y/n) crossed her arms "I never said I was" she said "(y/n)" Inui gave her a warning tone (y/n) sighed she loved inui he was her best friend and the only one who stuck around in her moments "Okay, okay." she said Draken let the two in Inui sat down on the couch while (y/n) took a look around at the photos and stuff. Draken walked over with some drinks setting them down on the table "(y/n)" Inui called over he usually acted like a older brother sometimes a father when need be. (y/n) walked over sitting next to him "well Inui tricked me to come here but I will apologize for" she dragged the word on as she looked at Inui trying to remember what she did wrong. "punching him in the face on new years eve." he said, "Punching you in the face on new years eve even though it is your fault" (y/n) said. Draken stared at her blankly. "how was it my fault? I was just trying to keep you from falling over the damn railing" Draken said sternly. "so" (y/n) said "so?" Draken asked "who cares if I would have fallen" she said. "Do you really think no one would care." Inui looked down getting up his hand and bawled into a fist. slamming his hand on the nearby wall "h-how could you say something like that I would fucking care!" he shouted, "if you died I would definitely care your my best friend!" he shouted, "we have so many memorable days spent together!" he shouted before pausing he looked at her empty eyes just she gave him a sweet smile to reassure him "your not in your highs yet are you." he asked (y/n) remained silent as she sipped her hot drink. Draken glanced at Inui he had heard many stories about (y/n) especially when it came to him dealing with her depressive episodes. "I wouldn't want you to die" Draken said as he sipped his own drink "honestly even though you punched me it was nothing really, I've been punched countless times you made that night pretty memorable." he said with a smile "Inui always talks about you and that night wasn't the first time I met you. we actually clubbed together a few times that's why I didn't want you to fall it would be really boring you remind me of someone I use to hang out with all the time. you kind of took his place and it made me really happy." draken said

(y/n)'s pov - Sometimes the haze can make your brain foggy. Like with the time jumbling all together everything around me did as well. I thought I was getting better I was looking forward to those highs. I wanted to die, I really did I was blindly following Inui cause I don't have the strength to make my own decisions. this man who I don't remember who do I feel different I feel content around you Draken who are you?

#Tokyo Revengers #draken #mental illness

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