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spencestyles · 3 years

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Her

summary: the one where y/n is tired of being second to Maeve and Spencer needs to learn his lesson

pairing: spencer reid x BAU!femreader

warnings: angst

words: 3050

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To you, it had always been about her. What she did, how she looked, was all based on her. You wanted to make Spencer happy, but you could never compare to her.

"Spencer, I don't understand what I need to do," you yelled in frustration.

"There is nothing you can do y/n," Spencer yelled back. Your relationship had been going on like this for a few weeks. you knew about his past and knew about Maeve. Yes, Maeve, the girl Spencer will forever love. Within the past weeks, Spencer has become more distant from you. The five year anniversary of Maeve's death is right around the corner. Whenever this time of the year comes around, Spencer becomes heavily depressed. Every time, you just shrug it off.

"Spence, I want to help you," you said softly, exhausted from all the arguing. "Can I please help you." You worked at the BAU she joined shortly after Maeve's death. You immediately hit it off with the entire team besides Spencer. He was still different, as the rest of the team had told you.

"You can't help y/n," Spencer cried. "I just want Maeve back." Your heart dropped at the sentence. you had always felt second to Maeve, no matter how many times Spencer or the rest of the team denied it.

"I can't do that Spencer," you said calmly, trying not to anger Spencer.

"Then maybe you can start acting more like her," Spencer said angrily. "Maybe pick up a damn book instead of watching fucking Grey's Anatomy. Or maybe do something good with your life besides being pretty. I miss Maeve so much."

At this point, you were enraged, "Spencer, I am not going to change who I am because you want a dead person back. Do you understand how difficult it is for me to live through this every year? Every year you forget I'm your girlfriend and I'm alive."

"Shut up y/n. I will never love you as much as I love Maeve. You are just a filler in my life right now," Spencer screamed. You immediately began to grab her things to take to her best friend, Penelope's, house. Spencer realized what he had done and began to protest your departure from your apartment.

"y/n I didn't mean it," Spencer cried, but you were already out the door. You quickly made you way to the street when you realized you left your car keys in the apartment. You decided to walk to Penelope's as it wasn't far and you didn't want to walk back to the apartment where Spencer would be begging for his forgiveness.

As you walked to Penelope's apartment as quickly as you could, you began to feel a presence from behind. You began to walk at a faster pace, but the figure behind you was faster. Suddenly, you felt a pain in her head.

Then all you saw was darkness.

Spencer knew you would be spending the night over at Penelope's, so he didn't worry too much when you didn't come back to your shared apartment. He also knew Penelope was not going to want to talk to him, especially after what he had said. However, the next morning when he woke up, he felt uneasy. When he tried to call you, you didn't answer (not like you were going to). Spencer expected you to not answer after your encounter last night, but when you are angry you don't let the rings drag on like they had; you just cancel the call.

Spencer immediately called Penelope, "Hey Garcia is y/n with you?" Spencer heard shuffling.

"No, why?" Penelope asked. Spencer became frantic as he realized his beloved girlfriend was missing.

"Garcia we need to call 911 to the team, y/n is missing," Spencer said as he packed his bag to work and immediately ran to the car.

Once the whole team made it to the office, Spencer was worried what he would have to say to the team. He knew they would be pissed at him for what he said to you, they all knew it was a touchy subject to you. You had cried to the girls (as well as Hotch) about this issue many, many times. But they all also knew Spencer loved you, more than he loved Maeve.

"Spencer you called 911, whats up?" JJ asked.

"y/n and I got into a fight last night and she left and I thought she was going to Penelope's but she never made it to Penelope's and she isn't answering her phone," Spencer said in a rushed sentence. "It may not seem like a lot yet, but something is wrong. I can feel it."

"Now what did you two fight about?" Hotch asked sternly. You and Hotch had always been close. You had a close father daughter bond since your father died when you were a teenager.

"Please don't get mad at me. I know I screwed up," Spencer began. "But I said some really stupid things. I was in a funk last night because of the anniversary of Maeve's death and I said some stupid things. She was just trying to help me get better and I basically told her to her face she wasn't good enough. I told her I would never love her as much as I love Maeve."

At this point, Spencer had begun crying. However, the rest of the team had a mixture of shocked, disappointed, and pissed off looks on their faces. You were the baby of the team still, she was young and bubbly and she loved Spencer. Maeve was a tough situation for y/n and it eventually began to take a toll on the whole team. You would get insecure at the smallest things and had a hard time with stalker cases because of the connection to Maeve.

"Okay, this is now a running investigation," Hotch said. "We all know y/n would have texted one of us to tell us she was safe if she was okay. Spencer, my office now." Hotch was pissed. You, who was basically his daughter at that point, was missing and it was all because of Spencer. Spencer knew he fucked up, but Hotch needed to make sure Spencer knew if you were found dead, there was no way out for him.

"Spencer, I am not mad at you yet," Hotch stated calmly. "But let me tell you know and let me tell you clearly, if y/n dies because you decided to be a dick, you will not feel the end of it. We both know what it feels like to lose someone so close to you. I lost Hayley, you lost Maeve. And since then, y/n has been the best thing that has happened to both of us. So Spencer Reid, so help me god, if y/n is dead, your job will be a living hell. Leave my office now and put yourself to good use." Spencer gulped. He knew Hotch would be pissed, but didn't realize how pissed.

Everyone in the bull pin knew what had happened in Hotch's office. None of them felt bad. They knew Spencer couldn't continue to undermine the importance of you to Maeve, a dead girl. They knew how you felt, especially the girls. The countless nights you had cried to them about how you felt you would never be good enough for Spencer. They knew Spencer's constant mention of Maeve hurt you.

As Spencer walked into the bull pin, he noticed the stares. He knew they were disappointed, especially the girls. He knew Morgan would be disappointed because he was the only one who knew how much Spencer truly loved you. While you were crying to the girls, Spencer was over at Derek's trying to find ways to make it up to you, to find ways to prove to you that you were his one and only. Maeve was in the past, but sometimes her memory began to creep up in Spencer.

"Can everyone stop looking at me like a criminal," Spencer said to the team looking down. "I know what I said and I know you all are upset, but we need to find her please. I can't stand to know she may be dead and died thinking that I didn't love her. Because I do. More than I ever loved Maeve and I messed up. I need to save her." The team looked at Spencer with sorrow in their eyes. They knew he was right. They needed to stop holding a grudge and get to work. None of them could live knowing they didn't do everything they could to save you.

"Spencer is right, Garcia start looking at security cameras from the area we found y/n's phone," Hotch began ordering. "Reid I need you to make a list of everyone who you and y/n have been in contact with for the past few months. Everyone else, we need to start looking for similar cases and try to figure out a profile."

The whole team got to work. Spencer looked through his phone as well as his and y/n's emails. While looking through your emails he found a strange set of emails from an unknown email address. This was strange to Spencer, he knew you never kept anything from the team especially if it were to be suspicious.

"Garcia, I need you to trace these emails," Spencer said, walking quickly to Garcia's office.

"Reid did you find something?" Hotch asked.

"I'm not sure," Spencer replied. "But it's strange for y/n to have these emails in a separate file. It's like she didn't want us to find them."

"Or she wanted us to find them in a situation like this," Hotch said. "Garcia look into these emails now, we may have our unsub."

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You laid on a musty mattress that smelled of human feces and blood. You couldn't remember anything. You knew what had happened to you, Spencer told you he didn't love you as much as Maeve and you walked to Penelope's house. By the looks of it, you never made it to Penelope's. Soon enough the figure you felt behind you on your walk was in front of you.

"Well if it isn't y/n y/l/n," the person said. "My name is Cat. Cat Adams. You are here because you are keeping me from Spencer. I knew that if I kidnapped you, Spencer would come looking and I'd get to see his beautiful face again."

"I know who you are, Cat," you said aggressively. "I helped put your ass in jail, but from the looks of it you escaped."

"That I did," Cat laughed. "Its easy when you're fucking the guards." You felt a gross feeling in your stomach. You knew what was going to happen to you, but you also knew if she died, she wouldn't die until she could see Spencer one last time.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain at the left side of your waist. You looked at Cat and who was looking at her straight in the eyes. Cat had won.

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However, back at the BAU, Spencer knew something in the emails sounded familiar.

I love him more than you do.

He will be mine forever.

There was only one woman in your relationship together that would be this judgemental, Cat Adams. Spencer knew she too made your life miserable. The thought of Cat to you was almost as gut wrenching as the thought of Maeve. You knew Cat and Spencer had a strange connection, it would often worry you; especially when Cat would request to meet with Spencer.

"Its Cat," Spencer yelled. "Hotch its Cat Adams." Everyone looked at Spencer shocked. The team was never told of Cat escaping prison.

"I need to call the prison," Hotch said. "Garcia, start looking at Cat Adams whereabouts, aliases, or anything. I have a feeling Spencer is right." Garcia immediately started looking as Hotch called the prison.

"Spencer is right," Hotch said. "Cat escaped less than a week ago."

"I found it," Garcia screamed. "Cat is at a warehouse less than three miles from here. Go quickly and save my best friend." The team ran out of the building and sprinted to their cars. Spencer was nervous. He had a feeling in the back of his head that his girlfriend was dead.

Immediately after getting into the car, the team receives a call from Garcia, "Cat has a partner. His name is Jackson Donovan. He has a criminal record and its not good. Spencer I should also mention he is Maeve's brother. You know, your dead girlfriend." Spencer was shocked. He never knew Maeve had a brother, but he knew that you may not get out of this alive. And it would be his fault. The team arrived at the warehouse.

"Spencer you're not allowed in," Hotch said. "You are too close to y/n."

"Hotch that's so not fai-" Spencer began.

"Reid I'm not going in either." Spencer didn't listen and ran into the building with Hotch yelling behind him. Hotch decided it was no use and ran in also, he needed to see you alive one more time.

"Cat Adams and Jackson Donovan, FBI put your hands up," Morgan yelled. The sight they ran into was gruesome. You had been badly beaten. Suddenly, Spencer walked in with tears in his eyes. The love of his life was dying, you looked sick. You hadn't eaten in over a day, since you and Spencer had planned on going out for a nice dinner the night of your fight.

"Well if it isn't Spencer Reid," Jackson said. "The guy my sister couldn't stop talking about. I know how you must feel, the love of your life is gone and you need a good fuck. So you decide to go for the second best thing. She's a good shag, I'm not sure if you've been fucking her right though, shes pretty tight."

"Stop, please," you pleaded. For the first time, the team saw you true pain. You were broken. Not only had your boyfriend say he didn't love you, you had been mentally and emotionally abused by these two people who wanted to ruin Spencer.

"Shut up three," Cat laughed. "Spencer, do you like the name? Three. Do you know what it means?" Spencer shook his head. "It means that y/n is your third choice. You lost Maeve, you can't have me -well you could-, so you're stuck with her. She's nothing, she's the third choice. That's why she acts so strange. Did you know that at the beginning of your relationship she stopped eating to be skinnier for you. She always felt second to Maeve and me."

"Shut up Cat, please," you said hoarsely.

"Three, do I have to tell you again," Cat said. At this point the team was beyond confused, they needed either of them to do something in order for them to stop.

"Cat, come on let's talk about this," JJ said.

"I'll only talk to Spencer," Cat said with a smirk on her face. Suddenly, the team saw Jackson make a lunge with a knife towards you, angry that Cat only wanted Spencer. Morgan took the shot swiftly as Reid handcuffed Cat.

Hotch ran over to you, "y/n, sweetie, are you okay? What do you need." You began to close your eyes. "Hey, hey, hey, don't close your eyes. You're going to be fine. MEDIC! We need a medic now!" The team felt tears in their eyes as they saw the paramedics rush to tend to you.

"Hotch can I go wit-" Spencer started.

"Go Spencer, apologize." Spencer ran to the ambulance.

"She is my girlfriend, please let me stay," Spencer begged, the medics let him stay. Spencer grabbed your hand and looked at your half closed eyes. "y/n if you can hear me, I didn't mean anything I said. I love you more than anything. I love the way you can watch a show and tell me all about it even though I watched with you. I love that you can put up with me when I'm in my episodes and the fact you don't care that I may be a paranoid schizophrenic. I love that you listen to my rambles even if you have heard them before."

"Sir, sorry to interrupt, but is there any chance your girlfriend may be pregnant," Spencer thought for a minute.

Spencer's eyes shot down at you as he heard a loud breath, "S-S-Spencer, save the baby," you said between breaths. Spencer looked at you shocked. His girlfriend was pregnant and he didn't notice. He began to think back to before your argument and the things you said. "Spencer I have a surprise for you, I think you're going to like it." Spencer's heart dropped as he heard the heart monitor flatline.

"We need her in OR 3 now," one of the doctors said. "Sir, you need to go to the waiting room, someone will be out to give you an update soon." Spencer was stunned, his girlfriend and child may die and he would have to live with the guilt of not being good enough.

Spencer walked into the waiting room and saw the rest of the team, "Jackson and Cat are being held, any updates on y/n?" Hotch asked.

"They had to take her to surgery, she flatlined in the ambulance," Spencer said, his voice breaking. "She's pregnant." The team sat quiet.

"We all already knew Spencer," Rossi said. "Earlier in the day before you guys got into your fight, she told us. She was so excited and she wanted to tell you in the most perfect way."

"I told her to just come out and say it like Hayley did to me," Hotch laughed. "It caught me by surprise but was the most meaningful statement I'd ever heard." The team smiled at Hotch, but looked at Spencer who looked the worst he ever has. None of the team had seen him look this bad. Not even with Maeve. Soon enough, most of the team left. Hotch had to go to Jack and JJ to her kids. Derek had a date with his girlfriend and the rest of them needed their sleep.

"Spencer," Emily said. "Please text us when she wakes up." Spencer nodded, which was enough for both of them this late into the night.

Less than ten minutes later y/n's doctors came into the waiting room, "Here for y/n y/l/n?" Spencer stood up.

"Hi," Spencer said, walking over to them. "I'm her boyfriend."

"Well she is doing well right now, we were worried at first. She flatlined twice on the operation board." Spencer let out a breath he did not know he was holding.

"She was pregnant, what about the baby?" Spencer asked, hoping that y/n was still carrying their unborn child.

"The baby is being monitored, but it looks as if the baby is almost four months along meaning there is a low chance of the baby getting hurt. However, the baby was under a lot of stress from the abduction." The doctor began to show Spencer to your room. Spencer couldn't help but wonder if he caused any of the stress on the baby. The things he said most definitely caused you an enormous amount of stress.

As Spencer walked into the room, he couldn't help but shed a tear. You had wires around your body and you looked bad. Not bad, but like you were just kidnapped.

Spencer texted the team, y/n is out of surgery. She and the baby are okay. The team didn't respond as it was three in the morning.

Spencer heard shuffling next to him. He looked over at you and saw you move slightly, your hand moving to her stomach. For the first time, he looked over at your stomach and noticed you bump. He was shocked he hadn't seen it before, it was very prominent. Well it was what he'd expect for four months.

"y/n I know you most likely can't hear me or you don't want to listen, but I need you to know I love you" Spencer began. "You are the best thing that has happened to me, I know you always feel second to Maeve, but she is a part of my past. You y/n, you are my present and my future. I confided in you when I was at my lowest, when I was in jail you were there. You and our baby. Holy shit we are going to have a kid." Spencer paused when he heard a giggle. He looked over to y/n, she had a smile on her face.

"Hi" y/n said.

"Oh my God you're awake" Spencer said with tears in his eyes. "I thought I lost you."

"You're never getting rid of me" y/n giggled. "Actually, maybe if you act like that again. I will leave you and take your child." You glared at Spencer, remembering why you were in this situation.

"I'm sorry about what I said to you," Spencer cried. "I love you, I love you so much. I'm going to do everything for this baby and everything to make this up to you."

"You better."

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all-seeing-ifer · 4 years

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Greek mythology references in Ulysses Dies at Dawn masterpost

I saw a post a while back by @spacetrashpile analysing all the arthurian references in High Noon Over Camelot, and since I know quite a bit about Greek mythology I figured “hey! I should do something like that for Ulysses Dies at Dawn!” I’m just going to go through each of the songs in order and analyse/explain the references in them - hopefully other people will find it interesting!

“The City”

Starting with the title - Ulysses is the Latin name of Odysseus, legendary king of Ithaca and hero of the epic poem The Odyssey. Interestingly, Ulysses is the only character in UDAD who is given a Latin name instead of a Greek one. There’s a couple of potential reasons for this but the most convincing to me is it’s meant to reflect Ulysses’ opposition to the Olympians, who are all based on the Greek gods.

Jonny calls the story a “labyrinthine task of a twisted tale”, referencing the Greek myth of the Minotaur, which was kept in a labyrinth to hide it from the world. This reference becomes even clearer when we later learn the City’s original name.

This one’s less a reference to Greek mythology and more to like, actual history, but the description of the City expanding to cover the whole planet is reminiscent of Greek expansion in ancient times. Ancient Greece was made up of many city-states, or poleis, which established colonies or “daughter-cities”, mostly in western Asia, or “Asia Minor” as the Greeks and Romans called it.

The story opens at a “run-down gin join” called Calypso’s - Calypso is a sea nymph who plays a fairly major role in The Odyssey, keeping Odysseus/Ulysses trapped on her island for seven years.

Fittingly enough, Calypso’s apparently pays money to Dionysus, whose mythological namesake is the Greek god of wine.

Broken Horses

Ilium is the Ancient Greek name for Troy, the city that Greece went to war against, according to myth,. Part of this war is described in the epic poem The Iliad, in which Odysseus is one of the soldiers laying siege to Troy.

Much like the Trojan War of Greek myth, the siege of Ilium is said to have lasted a decade.

Ulysses’ gambit with the horse statue sending out a signal driving the people of Ilium mad is pretty obviously a reference to the Trojan Horse - the wooden horse the Greeks built as a “peace offering” to the Trojans that they used to sneak their soldiers into the City and that brought them victory in the war. Like in the UDAD version, Odysseus/Ulysses was apparently responsible for coming up with this plan.

“Olympians”

Ulysses’ wife is named Penelope, same as Odysseus’ wife in the myths

The Acheron is the name of one of the five rivers of Hades, along with Styx, Cocytus, Lethe, and Phlegethon

As a sidenote, in Greek mythology Hades is the name of the underworld as well as the name of the God of the dead - fittingly enough reimagined in UDAD as the controller of a vast network of half-dead minds (and also Ashes)

The most powerful families in the City are called the Olympians - the name given to the twelve most important deities in the Greek pantheon

Poseidon Industries is named for Poseidon, Greek god of the sea and one of the twelve Olympians. Jonny calls them “one of the architects of the Ilium War”, which seems like an odd reference since iirc Poseidon doesn’t have a whole lot to do with the Trojan War. I guess that’s just there to give Ulysses a reason to want to rob Poseidon Industries.

In the Odyssey, Poseidon hates Odysseus/Ulysses for attacking his son, a cyclops called Polyphemus. In UDAD this is changed to Ulysses stealing the diamond from Poseidon Industries’ laser, which is also called The Cyclops.

My Name is No One

The song’s title and chorus is a reference to Odysseus’ famous trick for escaping the Polyphemus’ cave. He tells the Polyphemus his name is “no one/nobody” (depending on the translation) so that when he attacks Polyphemus and the cyclops tries to call for help, he calls out “No one is attacking me” which obviously none of the other cyclopes take seriously. (There’s also a great pun in the original Greek based on the Greek words for “no one” and “cunning” being very similar, but it loses a lot in translation)

However, just like in UDAD, Odysseus messes up this plan badly by calling out his real name when he’s still too close to the island of the cyclops. (although in the Odyssey it’s motivated by him wanting Polyphemus to know his name so he can get glory, rather than just being drunk)

Odysseus bests the cyclops by taking out his eye (there’s debate around it but cyclopes are generally depicted as having only one eye). Obviously in UDAD the cyclops is a machine not a monster, so this is replaced with the diamond at the heart of the laser being called its “eye”.

Also, I’m not sure if this is an intentional reference, but there is a fun irony to the fact that in the Odyssey, Odysseus tricks Polyphemus by getting him drunk so he can then blind him, while in UDAD Ulysses steals the eye of the Cyclops while drunk themself.

“Trial By Wits”

As well as My Name is No One, the whole concept of no one knowing anything about Ulysses’ appearance, gender etc. could also be seen as a reference to the “My name is nobody” trick, or possibly just a spin on Odysseus being a kind of “archetypal hero” - they could be anyone!

Heracles is better known by his Latin name, Hercules (son of Zeus, demigod, inhumanly strong and all that jazz)!

Ariadne is the name of the Cretan princess who helped Theseus slay the minotaur

Orpheus is another of the most well-known Greek mythological figures - the main myth surrounding him says he went into the underworld to rescue his dead wife Eurydice

Oedipus is most famous as the main character of a famous tragedy. His parents are given a prophecy that he would kill his father and have sex with his mother, and so decided to abandon him. As is so often the case with Greek oracles, he ended up doing both things anyway, seeing as how he, y’know, didn’t know who his parents were. The mechs apparently chose to reference this in the most mature of ways by having Jonny call Oedipus a motherfucker. Kind of a lot.

Aside from committing both patricide and incest, Oedipus’ other achievements in myth included winning a battle of wits against the Sphinx, a monster that was killing anyone who couldn’t solve its riddle. This monster is reimagined in UDAD as a disease that Oedipus finds a cure for.

Riddle of the Sphinx

The chorus of the song is taken almost word-for-word from the riddle asked of Oedipus by the Sphinx: “What goes on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three legs in the evening?” The answer to the riddle is “man” - crawls on all fours as a baby, walks on two legs as an adult, and walks with a cane (third leg) in old age. The Mechs being the Mechs, this is made completely literal in the world of UDAD.

“Ulysses’ Will”

Like the Oedipus of myth, UDAD Oedipus also ends up killing his father and marrying his mother without knowing. Since he’s replaced his eyes with data sockets by the time he helps kidnap Ulysses, it’s pretty strongly implied that he blinded himself like mythological Oedipus as well.

The “twenty years of sirens” could be a reference to the twenty years Odysseus spends away from Ithaca in the Iliad and Odyssey

Sirens

The sirens were half-bird half-human creatures that Odysseus encountered as part of the Odyssey and that tried to lure him to his death with promises of knowledge.

As well as referencing this story, the line “let the lotus set you free” references another episode of the Odyssey, where Odysseus and his crew arrive on the island of the Lotus-Eaters. Anyone who eats the Lotus fruits falls into a state of apathy and will never want to leave the island, so it’s a fitting episode to reference in a song about Ulysses drugging themself to escape their memories of war.

“Trial By Strength”

Heracles’ backstory is essentially the same in UDAD as in the original myths: one of the many children of Zeus’ many affairs, except in UDAD Zeus has affairs with women from “the lower levels”, instead of just mortal women.

Favoured Son

The tasks Heracles performs for Zeus are a reference to the most famous myth about Heracles - the twelve labours he performs to atone for killing his family.

The song references “the ferryman” who takes people into the Underworld. In Greek mythology the dead travel to the Underworld in a boat rowed by the ferryman Charon.

In both the myth and in UDAD there are...what you might you might call “extenuating circumstances” for Heracles killing his family - in the myth he’s driven mad by Zeus’ wife Hera (bc she’s very angy about Zeus having all those bastard children with mortal women) but since Hera doesn’t play a role in UDAD this is changed to him being framed by Zeus himself.

In addition to being king of the gods, Zeus is also the god of thunder - which is where Heracles’ nickname “The Thunderbolt of Zeus” comes from

“Loose Threads”

Heracles and Orpheus “Backing up Jason on the fleece job” is a reference to the myth of Jason’s quest for the Golden Fleece along with his crew (the Argonauts), which included Heracles and Orpheus.

Hylas was Heracles’ servant and another member of the Argonauts. While on the quest he was kidnapped by nymphs, and depending on which version of the myth you’re looking at, either fell in love with them and stayed there forever, or was murdered by them (Hylas is also the only character referenced I had to google to even know who they were lol)

Heracles telling Ariadne that “Your dad helped me out once” is presumably a reference to the seventh labour of Heracles: capturing the Cretan bull. Now the story of the Cretan bull is actually really long and ties into a bunch of other myths but essentially it was sent to Ariadne’s father, King Minos, as proof that he was the rightful ruler of Crete. However, Minos ended up helping Heracles by letting him take the bull with him to prove that he’d successfully caught it (which seeing as the bull was destroying Crete at that point doesn’t seem like a huge favour on Minos’ part, but ok)

Trial By Song

UDAD Orpheus shares the mythical Orpheus’ main defining trait: his skill at singing that he used to help him on his journey to the underworld.

Trial By Song is a lot more metaphorical than all the others so there’s not that many direct references to the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice in the lyrics - probably the most direct one is “But all the landmarks moved as I walked past/Now I can’t look back”, which references Orpheus’ deal with Hades that he can take Eurydice back to the world of the living as long as he doesn’t look back at her.

“The viper town that bled me dry” could also be a reference to Eurydice’s death from a snake bite.

“Hades”

UDAD Orpheus’ motivation is the same as mythical Orpheus - wanting to bring back their dead lover from Hades.

Ulysses, Heracles, and Orpheus all visiting the “underworld” is taken directly from mythology (although unlike in UDAD, Ulysses/Odysseus never actually speaks to Hades).

Underworld Blues

In Heracles’ confrontation with Hades, he says that “I was sent here your dog to seize/Of my tasks, of my tasks/This was to be the last”. There’s a couple of points here - the mythology reference is to the last of the twelve labours of Hercules: capturing Hades’ guard dog Cerberus. However, I do wonder whether this is meant to be literal (in which case guys, why are we not talking about the fact that Ashes obtained a pet dog while in The City?), or if this is a similar case to all the mentions of ‘horses’ in High Noon Over Camelot actually being about motorbikes.

Orpheus singing to Hades and trying to convince them to release Eurydice is also taken directly from Greek myth, except instead of being moved by Orpheus’ song and agreeing to release his love like in the myth, Ashes just tells him he’s poor for a bit and then says he should go commit some crimes.

“Trial By Love”:

The general concept of Ariadne’s backstory - her helping Theseus fight the minotaur only for him to abandon her - is the same basic idea as the myth of Ariadne and Theseus. Although UDAD Ariadne is at least a bit more fortunate in the sense that she wasn’t truly in love with her Theseus, and he also doesn’t straight up leave her on a deserted island.

Ariadne’s family creating the minotaur is also part of her character in the myth. The difference is that in UDAD the minotaur was created intentionally, while the mythological minotaur was the result of Poseidon making Ariadne’s mother fall in love with the Cretan Bull as punishment for King Minos not sacrificing it to him (I said the Cretan Bull story tied into a bunch of other myths!)

The presence of the minotaur in the City is yet another thing that makes even more sense when we learn about the City originally being called Labyrinth!

Ties That Bind

Ariadne’s family name is Minos, same as the name of her mythical father King Minos.

Ariadne describes her family’s actions as casting a “dark horned shadow” over her, which references the typical depiction of the minotaur as a man with a bull’s head and horns.

In the myth of the Minotaur, Ariadne helps Theseus by giving him a ball of string that he then unwinds as he walks through the Labyrinth, letting him find his way out again. In UDAD this is changed to “strings of code”, that shut down the minotaurs programming. (And if you think that pun’s bad, just wait until we get to Torn Suits!)

The song’s title also brings to mind string or thread, so it can be seen as a subtler reference to Ariadne’s gift to Theseus. Same for Ariadne’s line about “heartstrings long since cut”.

“The Daidala”

Daedalus, the leader of the Suits, shares a name with the mythical craftsman and father of Icarus

He is rumoured to “trade as an Olympian under the name Hephaestus” - a fitting alias as Hephaestus was the god of craftsmen and artisans like Daedalus

The rumour that he killed his son for “getting too ambitious” references the myth of Icarus, who famously died after literally flying too close to the sun using wings held together with wax. The heat of the sun caused the wax to melt and Icarus to fall into the sea. The story is often interpreted as a warning about the dangers of ambition.

Interestingly, it could also reference another myth surrounding Daedalus - one in which Daedalus kills his nephew Talos because he was jealous of his achievements.

Daedalus is also apparently the architect of The City, which was originally known as Labyrinth. This once again references the labyrinth which held the minotaur, and which Minos forced Daedalus to design. Considering the labyrinth’s purpose in myth, it seems like an appropriate name for a city that keeps all its inhabitants trapped with no way out.

Presumably the Daidala in the title refers to the City: Daedalus’ finest creation. In Homeric Greek, daidala is a word that refers to finely crafted objects such as armour.

This track also has another reference to the Orpheus and Eurydice myth when Orpehus offers to sacrifice himself to open the vault - “But he can’t see it through can he? Flinches, looks back. And it doesn’t work.”

Torn Suits

This song is notable for having quite possibly the worst pun in Mechanisms history - “Ulysses pulls out their snub-nosed laser and fires the last shot, splitting the beam across twelve axes”. This references one of the climactic scenes of the Odyssey, where Ulysses/Odysseus wins an archery competition against his wife’s suitors by shooting an arrow through twelve axe heads. (get it, axes as in the weapons becomes axes as in the plural of axis do you get it?????)

Another, marginally less bad pun is Heracles getting “the lion’s share” of the beams, referencing the popular image of Heracles wearing the skin of a lion he killed as one of his labours.

“Sunrise”

The code to Ulysses’ vault: Elysium, is another word for the Elysian Fields. In certain Greek religions, this was an afterlife separate from Hades’ world where heroes and those chosen by the gods would go after they died.

Ulysses’ vault is revealed to contain the “sole surviving oak tree”, under which Penelope is buried. While it’s not as direct a reference as some of the others, this is pretty clearly inspired by the way Odysseus proves his true identity to Penelope at the end of the Odyssey - by telling her that he carved their bed from a tree still rooted to the ground, something only the two of them know.

The track ends with an homage to Homer’s use of similes in the Odyssey: “And as the weary hound, once more at its master’s feet after so long, lays down with the sunlight warming its fur, breathing its last – even so did the eyes of Ulysses close forever.” Not only is this stylistically identical to Homer’s similes, it also doubles as a reference to Odysseus’ dog Argos, who waited for him for twenty years and finally died when he saw Odysseus again.

Elysian Fields

This is possibly a bit of a stretch but the image of Ulysses lying beneath the last tree, next to where Penelope is buried, especially with how they say they’re “with my beloved” and “beside my wife” really brings to mind the scene in the Odyssey where Odysseus and Penelope lie in their tree-bed together for the first time since Odysseus’ return. Which, incidentally, is theorised by some to be the “real” final scene of the Odyssey and everything after that was added on later, but that’s another story.

That’s everything I’ve picked up on but it’s possible there’s more I’ve missed so let me know if there’s any more! I’d like to thank the Mechs for giving me an opportunity to put my useless and extremely niche knowledge to good use!

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“Never out of practice” - Chapter 6

Summary: When Darcie’s father loses an important case, a killer seeks revenge, by kidnapping the entire Angel family. Though John thought that he was officially retired, he has to save his Darcie and her family, because he can’t lose her.

John Wick x OFC Darcie

Word count: 2k

Warnings: none

Masterlist // Previous chapter // Next chapter

John, Christian and Darcie are waiting in the waiting room, until Somi’s wrist is taken care of. It looked like it was broken, so she probably will have to wear a cast. The four of them haven’t spoken to each other since John called for dinner reservations. Darcie held onto his hand in the car the entire and now she has placed her head on his shoulder.

A nurse walks into the waiting room and asks: ‘Somi Angel?’ The three of them stand up and she smiles. ‘She is done.’ They walk behind the nurse, who tells them that the damage is not too much, but they need to wait until her painkillers work, before Somi can be released, but that should take about forty five minutes.

When they enter the room, John stays in the doorway, watching how Darcie and Christian walk up to Somi. The fact that nothing really bad happened to any of them, sure eases his mind, but what if something terrible happened to them? To Darcie? He was just in time.

‘Mom, how are you feeling?’ Darcie asks her mother.

‘A bit in pain still,’ Somi answers, smiling at her daughter. ‘I think I’m too old to be thrown around like that.’ She looks at John and ushers him over. ‘Close the door and come over here, John.’

Somi doesn’t sound like she is mad at him, while Christian can’t even look at him. He walks up to the bed and places his hand on the small of Darcie’s back.

‘I want to say thank you,’ Somi says. ‘You saved our lives. What you did back there… You saved my daughter and that is the most important thing that matters to me.’

‘But,’ Christian says, ‘we have to talk about this.’

‘I know,’ John says. They deserve to know, he knows that. Darcie is aware of his past, Raye and Jennie are. But now his in-laws too? He doesn’t want to be reminded of that life anymore. However they saw him doing what he did.

‘I get that you want to protect Darcie,’ her father continues, ‘and I totally agree with it and I thank you for it, but it the way you did it, that surprises me. Your dinner reservations surprised me.’

John takes a deep breath, but Darcie says to him: ‘You don’t need to tell them now. Whenever you are comfortable.’

‘They need to know, Darcie.’

‘John, please, don’t feel pressured to tell them if you don’t want to.’

John sighs, but does tell them everything that he thinks is relevant. The beginnings, meeting Helen and how he got out for her. How he somehow rolled back into the business and when he met Darcie, he wanted to get out for her. ‘I had to tell her eventually,’ John says, finally looking up from the side of the bed. Though Darcie figured it out on her own, he’d rather not tell them. ‘She was mad at first, but when I had to do that final job to get out and got shot in the process, she came to me. I know that she is way too good for me, but I’m trying to be the best for her I can. I’m adapting to a normal life, a life that I always wanted.’

‘But how do we as her parents know that she’s safe?’ Christian asks. ‘I mean, I know you love her, but you have a past, a reputation.’

‘I’m out,’ he says quickly, ‘officially out and what I did here today, it has no consequences for our future. I’ll keep her safe, I promise.’ He looks at Darcie, who is already looking at him with a soft and proud smile on her face. ‘Forever,’ he whispers to her.

It’s really quiet in the room, until her mother says: ‘Well, at least you’re no Pete Stanford.

‘Somi!’ Christian hisses to his wife. ‘I can’t believe you said that.’

‘It’s true. Had we not known about his past, you would still be raving about him to our colleagues. You heard the man, he got out once before, got married and loved his first wife. Now he got out for our daughter and did not only save her life, but ours as well.’

John doesn’t listen to her parents anymore. He just looks at his girlfriend. He can’t believe someone laid his hands on her, on his precious Darcie. He holds her hand and kisses her bruised wrists.

‘I’m proud of you,’ she whispers. ‘You could’ve said nothing or lied.’

‘I can’t do that,’ John says. ‘Not to family.’

⟢⟡⟣

The drive home is pretty quiet. They dropped her parents off at their own house. They are are already figuring out a better security system for their house and Darcie said that she was thinking about changing all the locks for the cafe.

‘I love you,’ John whispers, when he places his hand on her leg.

‘I love you too,’ she says. ‘Thank you so much for saving me and my family.’

‘Darcie, I would do anything for you, your friends and your family. You are the love of my life.’

She leans back in the seat and a sad chuckle leaves her lips. ‘You’re my hero, John.’

His cheeks burn. ‘I wouldn’t call myself a hero.’

‘You are,’ she whispers. ‘You’ll forever be my hero. I don’t know how to thank you.’

‘I do,’ he says. ‘I didn’t want to say it in the hospital, but you are going to lock the door the second the cafe closes and when I want to come in, I’ll unlock it myself. You nor your friends are ever going to be alone in that cafe anymore.’

Darcie places her hand on his, her fingers drawing circles on his skin. ‘I can live with that.’

He parks the car in the parking lot underneath her building, but they don’t get out right away. ‘I texted Raye and Jennie,’ he says, ‘they’ll be expecting us.’

She nods. ‘John,’ Darcie says, ‘I know you’re beating yourself up. There is no need for that.’

John really wants to fight it, to fight the tears and wanting to be strong for her and not look weak in front of her, but a sob leaves his lips and he places his head on the steering wheel.

‘Oh no, sweetie,’ she says, reaching out to him to pull him close to her body. ‘John, it’s okay, there is no need to cry.’

He buries his face in her neck and presses a kiss, before taking in her scent. God, he missed her. ‘I don’t know what I would’ve done if I was too late. What if I was too late and… And I’d lost you forever? There are so many things we haven’t done together. There are so many things that we don’t know about each other yet.’

‘Then we’ll make sure we’ll get to know each other on a deeper level,’ she whispers. ‘Then I’ll make time to spend more time with you, to do more fun stuff together.’

John nods, but pulls back and clears his throat. ‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t cry. I should be strong for you.’

She shakes her head. ‘No, I’m happy that you trust me enough to show your true feelings.’

He roughly rubs his eyes, but she stops him. ‘Be gentle,’ she whispers, her delicate fingers brushing away his tears. Darcie has a tight smile on her face. ‘Come on, let’s go inside.’

John tells her to stay put and when he walks around the car, he dries his eyes a little more, before he opens her door. She winces a bit when getting out. ‘What’s wrong, baby? Are you okay?’ he asks, willing to drive back to the hospital for a check up.

She shakes her head. ‘Just my muscles. They feel a bit sore.’

They hold hands when they wait for the elevator and she places her head against his shoulder, tired from the night. It’s around three in the morning and John knows by know that she is not a night person.

When they step in and he presses the right button, Darcie asks: ‘John, are we really going to stay together forever?’

He frowns when he hears her question, but then he realizes she doesn’t know about his proposal. She doesn’t know that he plans on making her his wife, that he is going to be her husband. ‘We are,’ he answers. ‘I’m not killing a psychopath and his friends for everyone.’

Thankfully she can laugh about that. ‘Maybe we should talk more about the future,’ she suggests. ‘Because one day, we might run out of time.’

‘We won’t,’ he whispers. ‘Because this isn’t happening again and if so, I’ll be there. Nothing bad will happen to you ever again.’

‘I love you, John Wick.’

‘I love you too, Darcie,’—don’t say Wick!—‘Angel.’

When the two of them arrive at the doorstep of her apartment, she inhales deeply. John opens the door for her and Jennie and Raye jump off the couch. They look like they haven’t been sleeping at all.

‘Oh my God, Darcie,’ Jennie says, tears streaming down her face. ‘John texted us when you were in the hospital. Are your parents okay?’

‘Just shaken up and mom has a broken wrist.’

Raye throws herself into the tight hug. ‘We’re never going to stay alone at the cafe, ever again.’

‘I won’t allow that,’ John says, petting the dogs, who sniff him from top to bottom.

‘God, I can’t believe that psycho took you and your family,’ Raye says. ‘I don’t know what I would’ve done if something really terrible happened to you.’

John nearly flinches at the idea. He kept thinking about the ‘what ifs’ but he forced himself not to think further than a what if. He doesn’t want to think about the moment where he would find Darcie dead. How he would attend her funeral. A life without her. He can’t and doesn’t want to even think about all of that.

When the girls let go of Darcie—that takes a while—Tiki jumps in her arms. He sees a flash of pain in her eyes, but she keeps quiet. She scratches the dogs, crouches next to them and lets them lick her face. ‘I missed you guys too,’ she says.

She wants to get up from the floor, but somehow she can’t push herself up.

‘Careful now, sweetheart,’ John quickly says, placing his hands underneath her arms, so he can help her up. ‘You want something to eat?’

Darcie simply nods and he presses a long kiss on top of her head. With Raye and Jennie she plops on the couch and John hears the entire story from the kitchen, while he prepares a sandwich for her.

The two of them listen intently and Raye says: ‘You’re taking the week off.’

‘What?’ Darcie asks. ‘No, I can’t take the week off.’

‘You can,’ Jennie says. ‘Something terrible happened to you. We won’t open the cafe later today, so we can process all of this. And tomorrow you stay home. Next week on Monday is the earliest you can start.’

Raye is trying to convince his workaholic girlfriend and Jennie stands up from the couch. She joins him in the kitchen and asks: ‘Are you okay, John?’

‘I’m fine,’ he mumbles.

She tilts her head. ‘I think I should say thank you, for not only saving my friend, but also her parents. They mean a lot to all of us.’

‘I would do it again and again,’ John says.

‘Listen,’ Jennie says, ‘you can’t beat yourself up about it, okay? You are a hero, John Wick.’

He simply sighs. ‘I keep thinking about how I could’ve been too late.’

‘And then you wouldn’t have proposed to her,’ she says in a hushed tone, so Raye and Darcie can’t hear her.

John nods. ‘Something like that.’

‘Are you going to do it soon?’

He looks at Darcie. Tiki jumped on her lap and Oreo has his head on her shoulder. ‘No,’ he states. ‘I mean, I really want to, but she needs to get better. She’s too weak now, psychically and mentally.’

Jennie looks at him. ‘I promise you,’ she whispers, ‘she’ll say yes.’

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taexual · 6 years

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BTS / Their daughter is getting married

REQUEST: I️ was wondering if I️ could request a BTS reaction where they’re having a hard time accepting or seeing their daughter getting married and their wife kind of consoles them? Could you make it kind of emotional and angsty?

Thank you for requesting this, I hope this is what you wanted! Please enjoy 💕

Jin

He had a hard time accepting the fact that his little girl was dating. He couldn’t even wrap his head around the idea of his little girl no longer being his after she announced that she was going to get married.

“She can’t get married!” Jin exclaimed once the two of you returned from your daughter’s engagement party. “She’s my daughter! She’s like… she’s a child!”

“She’s twenty-three, Jin,” you told him, smiling softly. “And she’s getting married to a very nice person. Aren’t you happy for her?”

“Happy?” Jin repeated in a tone that made it seem like the most unlikely thing ever. “Why would I be happy to give my daughter away?”

You couldn’t help but find his protectiveness adorable, and therefore, couldn’t resist the smile that crept up on your face. “Jin, she’s still your daughter. She just has someone else to take care of her now.”

Jin sat down on the bed, running his hands through his hair. You tried to stifle in a laugh, thinking that he looked like he was having a mid-life crisis all of a sudden.

“I just don’t understand,” Jin said. “She grew up so fast…”

You sat down on the bed next to him and placed a hand on his knee for comfort. “I know, Jin. But that tends to happen with children.”

“I’m going to cry my eyes out at her wedding,” he admitted.

“That’s okay,” you said. “You can cry as much as you want as long as you don’t get into a fight with anyone over her.”

This got Jin to smile. “I’m making no promises. She is my little girl, after all.”

Suga

Yoongi smiled through the pain when his daughter brought her fiancé home to introduce him to her parents before their wedding. You were very excited to finally meet him but Yoongi’s cold, quiet façade was really ruining it for everyone.

Excusing yourself from the dinner table, you asked to talk to Yoongi in the kitchen. Silently, he got up from the table and followed you out of the room.

“What’s wrong?” you asked him. “You’re really creeping me out, Yoongi.”

He just shrugged his shoulders. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“It’s just… she’s my only child,” Yoongi said with a deep sigh. “And now she’s no longer a child all of a sudden. It’s like I picked her up from her crib when she was just a week old, I blinked my eyes, and now she’s twenty and she’s getting married.”

This almost got you to tear up.

“I know,” you nodded. “I feel exactly the same way. But, ultimately, the only goal I ever had for her was to be happy. And she looks happy, doesn’t she?”

“She does,” Yoongi agreed. “I guess this was inevitable. She has too many of your genes not to attract attention and get someone to fall in love with her.”

You laughed. “Well, she got the attitude from her father.”

“That she did,” Yoongi said, finally smiling. “I guess I have to go back and give the guy holding my daughter’s hand a chance, huh? But also warn him that if he ever hurts her, I’ll—”

“Let’s leave the death threats for the wedding,” you cut in. “How about now we stop scaring the poor guy and at least act like normal parents for the sake of our daughter?

J-Hope

Hoseok thought he’d explode from happiness every time you gave birth. Experiencing this three times proved to make him an exceptionally positive dad who wanted nothing but the best for his children.

And yet, ever since he found out that his eldest child, his little girl, was going to get married, his face started to get clouded.

When it was just a week left to the wedding, your daughter called you, asking you to talk to her dad because she was really concerned that he didn’t want her to get married, since he seemed so upset whenever she brought the wedding up.

“Hoseok,” you said, walking into the kitchen where he was busy getting himself a glass of water. “Are you okay? I mean, about the wedding and everything. Because our daughter seems to think that you don’t want her to get married.”

Hoseok turned the tap off and turned to look at you. “It’s not that. I just never thought this day would come.”

“I knew you were just sad about the fact that she grew up,” you said, sighing.

“Yeah,” Hoseok nodded, leaning against the cupboard with his hip. “It’s like, here she was, completely dependent on me, and now she’s out there, living her life, making people fall in love with her and getting married…”

“Children do that, Hobi,” you said, still using the nickname almost thirty years after you met him. “They leave their parents’ houses to take care of themselves. But they’re still our children.”

“I know,” Hoseok nodded. “It’s just hard to see that happen.”

“It is. But you’re not alone. I’m with you.”

“Thank God for that,” he said, smiling softly. “I always used to say that I was really excited about us growing old together but now that it’s actually happening, I’ve got to say, I’m more excited about the prospect of becoming immortal and living together forever.”

So many of your friends warned you that their husbands went crazy when they found out that their daughter got engaged, which is why you were a little concerned about Namjoon.

You were the first person your daughter told about her engagement. She asked for your help to find a way how to break this news to her father. You suggested she just talked to him personally because there was no way Namjoon would reveal that he’s unhappy when he’d see the elated face of his daughter.

And you were right. When Namjoon and your daughter walked out of his office, both of them had smiles on their faces. Smiling back at them, you quickly said goodbye to your daughter, and then, once she left, turned to look at Namjoon.

You were surprised to see that he was smiling, and yet tears glistened in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, feeling worry wash over you.

Namjoon shook his head, wiping the tears away from his eyes.

“Our baby grew up,” he said quietly.

Already feeling the tears in your own eyes at the sight of him like this, you wrapped your arms around him to reach some comfort for both of you. Namjoon hugged you back tightly.

“She’ll be okay,” you said. “She always knew how to take care of herself.”

Namjoon nodded and rested his head on the shoulder. “She never needed us that much.”

“Maybe not,” you replied. “But we’re still her parents. We won’t lose that title even if she gets married.”

Namjoon sighed. “Thank you. You always know the right things to say. I love you so much.”

Jimin

Jimin was a pool of emotions. He obviously smiled and congratulated his daughter on the engagement. He even behaved properly during the dinner with her future partner. But as soon as it was just you and him left, all of that self-control flew out of the window.

“Should I say something?” he asked. “She’s our little girl. Our only daughter. She can’t just decide to grow up, can she?”

“Jimin—”

“She still needs me to drive to her house to get rid of the spiders – a trait which she gets from you, by the way – and she still doesn’t eat properly! Have you seen how skinny she looks?” Jimin continued to panic.

“Jimin, sweetie, calm down,” you said. “She’s an adult. She’s doing everything she can. And now she won’t be alone anymore. She’ll have someone to get rid of the spiders and to make sure she eats well.”

“Yeah, but isn’t that our job as her parents?”

“Not anymore, Jimin,” you replied a little sadly. “We can just watch from afar and suggest some things to her. But it’s time we let her make her own decisions.”

Jimin exhaled deeply. “When did she grow up?”

“We probably missed it,” you admitted. “She’ll always be our baby but let’s be happy for her, okay?”

“I am happy,” Jimin said. “I just wish time wasn’t flying by so fast.”

“I know. We’re getting old.”

Jimin smiled finally. “No, I’m excited about that part. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life complaining about my aching bones and then driving to visit our grandchildren with you.”

When Taehyung found out that your daughter was engaged, he looked like he was hit in the face. Many different emotions passed behind his eyes. Confusion, anxiety, anger, and finally, acceptance.

One of his children had just grown up. There was nothing else he could do but accept it.

“You know, when over twenty years ago you told me you were pregnant,” Taehyung said to you while he watched you make dinner in the kitchen. “I was over the moon with joy. Like, I can’t even describe what I was feeling.”

You smiled while you chopped the vegetables.

“And when I first held her,” he said, talking about his daughter. “Or when I first looked into her big baby eyes, I never thought that one day, twenty years later, she’d be getting ready to get married to the love of her life.”

“You really think she met the love of her life?” you asked him.

“Of course,” Taehyung nodded. “She has my blood. She has to know when the person she meets is the one for her. I mean, I did. And look at me: twenty-five years later, I’m still with my soulmate.”

Smiling even wider, you stopped chopping to turn around and look at him. “If her relationship is anything like ours, then I’m incredibly happy for her.”

Taehyung nodded in agreement. “I am, too. I mean, it’s obviously hard to see my baby grow up, but if she’s happy, then I’m happy.”

Jungkook

He played his initial shock off at the news of his daughter’s engagement and congratulated her with a bright, happy smile. Once he was left with you, though, his real emotions were revealed.

“Y/n,” he said to you. “When we got married did you think that one day we’d be in the same spot that our parents were on the day of our wedding? I can still remember your father crying his eyes out as if I was kidnapping you or something.”

You laughed at this. “Maybe it’s a dad thing, Jungkook. I’m sure you’ll cry at our daughter’s wedding, too.”

“Oh, there’s no question about that, of course I’ll cry,” he said. “I mean, it’ll be my child walking down that aisle into her new life.”

“Well, I’ll cry too if I see you cry,” you admitted. “Even though I really want to appear happy for her. I mean, I am happy. But also…”

You drifted off, not finishing the sentence, but Jungkook nodded eagerly, agreeing with your silence.

“Exactly,” he said. “It’s hard. And now I understand why your father pulled me aside after the wedding and warned me to take care of you or he was going to hunt me down. Every time I went to your house and saw that hunting rifle he had, I’d shiver.”

Your eyes widened. “My father threatened you?”

“Yeah, but I understand him now,” Jungkook said, shrugging his shoulders. “I will probably threaten my daughter’s partner, too. It’s another dad thing.”

“How about this doesn’t become a tradition?”

“No. How else will I assure myself that I did everything I could to make sure my little girl is taken care of?” Jungkook insisted. “I want everyone to know that although she’s married, I’m still her dad and I will still kick everyone’s ass if they hurt her.”

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MemoToTheMetaVerse 3.6, “How It Goes, How Goes It? Down the Drain Again”

JustJeff, the author of this memo, sits down at his desk in the evening on December 7, 2017 in his ordinary first-floor apartment in The Orchard. He smokes the tiniest amount of dried cannabis flower possible and begins typing on his Macbook air.

Homo lucius Lucensis? Hmmm. The shiniest of humankind. That’s good...

Monologos Rex. The king of linguistic loneliness.

Guess which is Life. And which Death?

SagA* is a black hole of theoretically impossible emotional complexity, and says, “He writes some pretty decent poetry, eh? Why don’t you, dear reader, if you’re paying attention PROMISE YOURSELF right here, right now, that you’ll do something nice for yourself if not for all mankind, and send Jeff a text, email, note, like, repost, etc. letting him know that you care? That you care. Just, you know, you care that the world exists, and there’s suffering, and you’re not just a race of cyborgs who refuse to ... provide some feedback for a writer in need of an audience?”

Gaia activates her Daddy’s Garrison Keilor “Ford Solo vocoding FX” for all the nostalgia, none of the faux Lutheran misogyny, as storytime begins ---> BEYOWWWWWW! go.

We all sleep in a pile.

Jeff (stroking Gaia’s hair): Well, we seem to have gotten ourselves into a seriously fucked up Dr. SeussPuppet Productibus haven’t we, kid? You see...(lights up.)...It wasn’t supposed to go down like this. Every day post-En*G*Lightenment is a day for us to make introductions. And so, for nearly 4 years now, we wake up every day--every day!--ready to greet our friends and family.

We try. They never understand us.

Gaia: He even tells them, “You guys just don’t understand.” It’s like that Wilco song, pretty much:

(the water flows through the drainage pipes) ~When you’re back in your old neighborhood, /The cigarettes taste so good...but you’re so misunderstood!~

Amateratsu (singing, gently): We’d like to tHANK YOU All for nothing...

SagA* is a black hole that cannot be proven scientifically exist because, well, because it just doesn’t work that way you see, but if you imagine a ....:

“Jeff used to worry about making good impressions. But people haven’t been nice to him in a while. For 4 years he’s wandered in the desert of the really unReal. Just imagine. You’re just hanging out in a cafe--yeah you’ve been smoking literally the smallest amount of magic herbs possible--and you WHOOPS stumble upon En*G*lightenment/illumination in a cafe in Central New Jersey.

Gaia: I’m there to greet you! Happinessss. Joy!

Jeff: But then it’s only a matter of hours before you remember that the people who are supposed to love you do not. You wouldn’t have the heart to be 100% honest either.

I’m not a liar. I withhold information. It’s what something crafty and astute like Jeff does. I’ve always been remarkably cunning, let’s say. But I’ve always been good-natured. I’ve never done anything wrong, even if I’m not exactly proud of every thing I’ve had to do to get this far. I like big projects. I didn’t decide to attain enlightenment or to become illuminated. It just happened. And I’ve always done my best to be open and honest about it. All I’ve wanted is permission to be honest. This should be nothing to ask. Why do you prevent me from sharing with you? That is very bad hospitality.

Jeff walks to and fro the Center for Educational Brainwash in Edison, NJ, where he “teaches.” (There is nothing more insulting to an enlightened being than when its vocation--EDUCATION--is mocked...) He does it every day, pretty much, because he has to tutor SAT preparation in order to make ends meet. He walks up and down Rt. 27 between Highland Park and Edison, which is littered with auto repair stations and other temples built to automobiles. Jeff is literally blinded by headlights--he cannot see the moon, never mind stars--because they’re so bright and his powers of vision are beyond comprehension. The stench of pollution is overpowering. Nothing can be heard. And so, he wears headphones, sometimes, to hide from the abuse. It is what people do all the time to flee what people call “urban or suburban” life. It’s a tragedy and a travesty that he, not others, should have to live this way. That’s because Jeff has no desire to be here at all.

Remember, readers, I’m JustJeff and you’ve highjacked my ship, Spaceship Earth, and kidnapped my son Lucius. I have no choice but to fight you until you acknowledge that you are our enemy. That is the way you have chosen to react to the script I’ve written. I’m not sorry about this at all. If anything, I see it as accruing political capital, as...

SagA* and the other supermassive black holes of uncanny torque sing together in a cacaphonic chorus: ~Never gonna give you up! ... No matter how you treat me! ... Never gonna give you uh uh uhp! So don’t you think of leaving...Babe, can’t you understand? What you’re doing to the man...?~

When he’s not tutoring highschool kids in the art of wasting time, money, brainpower, and the gifts of youth, he’s a part-time professor of writing at a small, expensive, awful 4-year college in NJ. He takes the train 2 hours each way, contributing to the desecration of his daughter Gaia (the natural environment, let’s say) by taking public transportation. It costs him 28 dollars for the privilege. On the train, he must do all he can not to yell at the “innocent” passengers on board, who are either too cowardly or too ignorant to know what’s in their presence. (I do everything I can to get your attention, so don’t even think about calling me out for being “undercover,” you fucking hedonistic Lutherans!...)

From his two jobs, Jeff barely makes enough money to buy groceries, nevermind anything else. This is because he pays rent in order to live in The Orchard (expensive Highland Park) near his 7-year-old son, Lucius. He’s not been allowed to spend time with Lucius in over 3 years. He also pays weekly child support at a cost of about 1/8 of his monthly take-home pay.

Jeff has a PhD in Comparative Literature from the University of Chicago, multiple years of quality teaching experience, and several brilliant scholarly and creative publications. He’s the Designer and Maker of the universe, of course, so this is natural. As a father/mother, teacher, friend, and lover, there is no better. Jeff is Justice.

Jeff is angry about education. He’s a good, undervalued teacher who gave up his tenure-track job as a professor of English in order to help his partner-in-life turned partner-in-death Ader the SuperPuritanical SauceBox Wench of Supreme Nothigness Tout a Court, Esq. secure a shitty job at Rutgers. Let it never not be said that Jeff is indeed one sadistic, masochistic individual. Why else would he have done this to himself, just in order to save some fleck of dandruff plastered upon an inconsequentialist ring of the cosmic tubby bath?

That was a rhetorical question.

I have always been JustJeff. I’m modesty incarnate. Ask anyone who knows me. I have never been comfortable expressing or advertising myself. I’m not by nature a peacock. One of my spirit animals is the Bengal Tiger. In the bird family, BRAC I’m a macKaaw! In other words, I like blending in when possible. But when I can’t blend in or if you put me in a cage and don’t talk to / feed me, I will maul you. Ask anyone who knows me. My truesawceboxxx love Katie G. says I’m “intensely laid back!” And, look at that, just like me, she’s a failed academic.

Yes. That’s right. All of you academics are failures. What the fuck is wrong with your approach to teaching? I hope that there is a culture somewhere on this planet in which I’ll feel more at home. Unfortunately, everyone here in America has no clue how to live. I mean, like, literally no clue. Not even the best of you can declare that you have any idea how to live. The ones with money are probably the ones who know the least about living. However, they get the FREEDOM to experiment, do research, and make mistakes. They do your system of economics and academics a disservice. Your capitalist, incorporated approach to living has created so many problems. I’m not saying these wouldn’t exist otherwise...I am, however, saying that it’s the immigrants here in New Jersey who are the “most” American. And this is not a good thing. Immigrant communities keep in touch with good aspects of their culture. But I guarantee you they almost entirely and all lose touch with what were BETTER WAYS OF LIVING.

I am a teacher. I am here to teach you all how to live. I want to help you improve your relationship with Gaia. This is my only vocation, and in that respect my life has not changed since the day I was born. Again, ask those who know and say they love me the most--my immediate family, with whom I am at serious odds right now, despite how polite I can be whenst controlling my rage rage rage

I am not a Buddhist. I am not a Christian. I am not a Jew. I’m Muhammad!

Just kidding. I have a sense of humor. I’m not Allah. I’m not Mother Nature. I’m not Father Time. I’m not Thor, but after I do some stargazing, I DO get really sparky at night like Rayden from Mortal Kombat. (It’s kind of freaky.)

I’m JustJeff. I’ve decided to use social media as an emergency device to “come out to you” as the literary character you (apparently still) call God. I cannot tolerate the offense you do every day. I can no longer withstand the affront you do Gaia, my pseudo-higher power. And, most heroically, i can’t stand the thought of what you are doing to what will one day (SOON I pray) be your legacy as a race. I carry a lot of responsibility with me everywhere I go. It’s not just here. Please stop assuming that everything revolves around you. Right now, the only thing revolving around you is infinite nothingness.

I will never be uncomfortable with what I am. I will be embarrassed for you forever, I fear. I will have to explain this all to Lucius some day. Never forget that I am not the one who’s changed here...it’s you. Each and every one of you alive today is blessed for living during my time on Earth. This needn’t be said, but for some reason you make me do these things casually....these should be moments I cherish, not later come to regret.

Why do you make me hurt you like this by hurting myself?

Incorrect question. No. I’m not hurting you yet. I’m investing in myself without you as a part of the future. This is a bad look for you, bro (i.e. humanity).

I demand answers. I demand my son back. I demand to know precisely what people knew about me and when they knew it. I demand to know why my rights have been violated. I demand complete control over the planet in terms of its nations’ nuclear capabilities and its economic systems.

That all can wait. What I demand is that tomorrow you don’t make me introduce myself to you again. Every day that follows in which I go UNRECOGNIZED as “something”-- anything!--other than what you seem to think I am (a drug-addicted, bipolar, eccentric professor, etc.) is a waste. If there’s anything Nature hates, its waste produced by systematic inefficiences. You waste my time. You waste Lucius’s time. You waste your own time. You do a grave injustice to me, my son, and my real family--none of whom you recognize as, I don’t know, important to your existence: the animals, the plants, the oceans, the atmosphere, the Earth, the Sun, the Stars, and everything else in Creation that you should admire and want to know...

but choose to ignore! Again, you make the worst decisions from top to bottom, at every level of your Earthly existence! From Dr. Zitin’s immoral and (I believe) illegal acts of betrayal to intercultural violence in the form of genocide, from Dr. Harold Figueroa and Ed Ramp to people who throw their trash on the ground everywhere they go: YOU HAVE ALL BEEN FOUND GUILTY.

That ship sailed a long time ago. Bye Bye! Don’t forget to bring a blanket!

Recognize. Me. You have insulted me beyond insult today by not sending the Black Keys Car Service (my cute, hipsterish, but oddly appropriate pseudo-allegorical narrative conceit meant to represent being informed that “it’s over! hooray!”) and ending this farce of an existence. You don’t follow the script. I can’t help it. You’re that slow. You don’t even know that I’m writing you out of existence as we speak, do you?

“I will regulate you out of existence” is an old favorite mantra of mine.

Recognize that you’ve done wrong. Recognize that you have a problem. Recognize that you need help and you must ask for it in the form of a friendly offer or what has been called “a gift” of some kind. Recognize that you know exactly who and what I am, but are curious to know more. And NO! a few people pretending to communicate with me on social media does not count! I’m so bored that I have no choice but to reach out via your robots. (It’s disgusting, and I will keep doing it in order to demonstrate to you the extent of your illness.)

I want to help you. My mission is to help you. In order to help you, things must be done correctly. For this, I cannot apologize. If you don’t obey the laws of gravity--when I pass by or am near a person, they don’t come to me for conversation, etc.--then you will be pushed away by force of repulsion. If you don’t demonstrate the ability to recognize me, it does not matter why--there are no rules or laws that override the laws of attraction. I’m offended by your actions in my immediate vicinity, humanity.

It’s extremely offensive that you don’t want to know me. Do not think that you can know me. You must be able to crawl in order to ascend a mountain as great as I am. You begin by walking. Then I put you on the ground. Eventually, you will go in the ground. It’s your decision whether or not I will greet you upon arrival.

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A/N: Based off of that one time my friends had to do this weird baby project in high school where you had to take care of a stuffed animal and people got extra credit for stealing other people’s babies. (My boyfriend and I would babysit for my friend and her garbage boyfriend’s baby. It was great!)

Prompt: Parents

Word Count: 1,306

If she weren’t so damn cute he’d be rolling his eyes at the sight of his girlfriend carrying around a pink stuffed bunny in baby’s clothing. He supposes that taking care of stuffed animal is slightly better than taking care of, say, an egg or a sack of flour, but this is still pretty ridiculous. What would taking care of a stuffed animal teach anyone about economics? The only thing the stupid bunny did was sit there and look cute. Petra, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to mind this project at all and, to his horror, even seems to enjoy taking care of their fake baby. Even now she’s cradling the bunny in her arms like it’s a newborn babe, making sure to support its head, as she talks to him about her upcoming math exam. “I don’t mind the actual math part,” she says to him. “It’s just that the scenarios are so ridiculous to me. I know I’m not going to be a rocket scientist. Why do I care what the average acceleration of a rocket is?”

“Because if you don’t care and get a zero your dad would probably be disappointed in you,” Levi answers. Truth be told, he didn’t get along all that well with Mr. Ral but Petra adores her father so he might as well be civil. The two stop at Levi’s locker and Levi begins to input his combination to the lock.

“You’re right. He’s always so happy whenever I come home with an A on my calculus exams,” she sighs. She leans her back against the locker and shoots Levi a flirtatious smile. “Hey, do you want to help me study after school today?”

He stops swiveling his lock for a second and gives her a wary look. “At your house? You know your dad doesn’t like me.”

She scrunches her nose at him and rolls her eyes. “Only because he doesn’t understand how you can look so unhappy all of the time when you’re dating his adorable daughter.” She pokes Levi’s cheek playfully. “You should really smile more though. It looks nice when you do.”

“I always look nice,” Levi responds. His reply makes Petra snort. “Hey, turn around for a second.” He snaps his lock open and unhooks it from his locker door.

“Ooh, do you have a surprise for me?” Petra asks, turning around and covering her eyes with a hand.

“More like a secret,” Levi mutters. He quickly unzips his backpack, takes out a teddy bear, and then shoves it into his locker before slamming the door shut. “You can turn around now.”

His girlfriend turns around and harrumphs when she sees him empty handed. “Hey, what gives?”

“I didn’t say I had anything for you,” Levi points out.

He’s about to offer to take her out her favorite ice cream shop over the weekend but It’s too late because she’s already annoyed. Before he can say anything else or put the lock back on his door, Petra shoves their bunny into his arms and pushes past him, opening the door of his locker. The sight must surprise her because she lets out an audible gasp.

There’s a mountain of stuffed animals piled into Levi’s locker. They’re practically packed inside. He couldn’t even remember how many were now in his possession. They just accumulated and had gotten out of hand before he realized the problem that would arise with stealing so many. He didn’t know what to do with them so he just kept shoving more and more in his locker, hoping the baby project would soon be over so he could get rid of them.

“Did you steal these?” Petra asks incredulously. She grabs their bunny from Levi and shields its eyes from the horror of children’s plush toys stuffed into Levi’s locker. “Levi, how many did you even take?”

“Er, I don’t really know,” Levi replies, hurriedly slamming the door to his locker shut before anyone else can see. He glances around but it seems that no one has noticed. “I just thought it would be easier to get a good grade if everyone else, um, had bad ones for losing their kid. And Shadis said you get extra credit if you could kidnap someone else’s kid so, you know. I just did what I had to do.”

“You can’t just kidnap everyone’s child! Imagine what kind of example this sets up for our baby.” She shoves the pink plush bunny in his face and he reddens at the mention of “their” baby.

“Petra, that’s not even a real baby. It’s not imprinting on anything I do, good or bad,” he hisses.

“Wow, it’s like you don’t even want to have kids with me,” Petra says a little dejectedly. Their bunny dangles from one arm and Petra brushes a lock of hair behind her ear. “I know you think this project is stupid and everything but, I don’t know, I thought it was a really nice way to spend time with you.”

“What?” Levi splutters. “I don’t – Stupid? I never said – and spending time with you – Petra, what are you talking about? Of course I want to have kids with you.” The words leave his mouth before he realizes what he’s saying. If a bolt of lightning struck him down right now he’d thank god or whoever the fuck is up there. He can’t bear to look Petra in the face because he knows exactly what he’ll find. Somehow, his eyes are drawn to her face anyway and, sure enough, she has a giddy grin spread across her face.

“I was just kidding but that was really cute,” she giggles. “I’m going to have Mike babysit now but I’ll talk to you later.” She kisses him on the cheek before leaves, walking away with a little bit a skip in her step.

“Yeah, whatever,” he mutters, trying to recover from his embarrassment.

“But you better give all of those stuffed animals back or I’m going to kick your butt!” she calls over her shoulder.

“Ah, young love,” a familiar voice says. The speaker flings an arm around Levi’s shoulder. Only one person would violate his personal space like that and he’s not surprised to see Hanji’s face when he turns to see who it is. They flash him a goofy grin when he scowls. “So what were you guys talking about? You look pretty flushed. Did you accidentally tell her you wanted to be with her forever and ever? I don’t see why you’re always so embarrassed about that. I mean, I wouldn’t mind spending an eternity with that cutie.”

“Shut up,” Levi mutters. His response only manages to make Hanji snicker even more. He unlocks his locker, grabs a ratty-looking stuffed dog, and throws it at Hanji. “Here you go.”

Hanji clumsily catches the dog and blinks. “Isn’t this my baby from the baby project for Shadis’ class? I thought you said Moblit lost it!”

“I lied.” He stuffs a bunch of teddy bears and various other plushies into his bag, piling a small number onto his arm because his damn backpack couldn’t carry all of them, and grumbles, “Help me find everyone else. I need to get these back before Petra gets mad at me again.”

“Aw, listening to your wife. You guys are adorable,” Hanji sighs, taking a few stuffed animals to free up Levi’s arms. “Sometimes I forget you two aren’t actually married.”

He mumbles for Hanji to shut up under his breath but he doubt that his friend is listening to him. When did they ever? But he’s not actually displeased about their statements. He’s pleased, even. If taking care of a fake baby and not kidnapping other people’s fake babies meant he could spend time with Petra and make her happy, it isn’t all that bad. And, well, if people thought they’d make a nice married couple, that didn’t hurt either.

#rivetra #petra ral #levi ackerman #hanji zoe #snk

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Physical Abuse Part 1 - The Sam Edition

Stories where Sam is physically abused in a relationship by a significant other, owner or family member (this may go hand in hand with mental and/or sexual abuse, too). Please heed the story’s warnings (there are deathfics in this lot) where it is posted as there is obviously disturbing content, blood, themes, etc. In some stories, the abuse is mentioned in passing; in others, it is the main focus. (abused!Jared can be found here)

Savin’ Me by wincest_whore on Livejournal. Sam/John, Sam/Dean. Unrelated wincest. Sam is a pleasure slave sold to hunter John Winchester. Things turn bad and Sam starts to fall for John’s son, Dean.

Saving Sam by wincest_whore on Livejournal. Sam/John, Sam/Dean. Unrelated wincest. John and Sam have been together for about a year when John becomes violent. Sam then starts to fall for his son, Dean.

Fire and Ice series by kuhekabir on A03. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Sam is abused by a demon who looks like Dean and is forever damaged. John has him institutionalized for part of the series. (you must be logged on to read)

Blood and Bruises by freakn_out on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Post-John's death. Sam tries to get through to Dean, but Dean isn't letting himself mourn. Instead, he lashes out. “You should,” he chokes out, “You should get away from me, Sammy. Bobby’s right: you’re my baby brother... I’m meant to protect you. And I just... Sammy, I hurt you. I hurt you....” He begins to sit up. “I should go. I should... I need to go.”

Threw Away the Sun by LadyJanelly on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. AU. Six months after John Winchester goes missing on a hunt, Dean Goes to Palo Alto to find a psychic.

To Have Worth. Sam/Dean. Wincest AU. Dean claims Sam from a young age to be his omega. Sam wasn’t sure how he felt about that. His feelings changed with time. All he wanted was to be worth something. No matter what Sam offered, he could never have what he was searching for.

The Best Gift of All by Brimstonegold and virtualpersonal on AO3. Sam/OMC,Sam/Dean. Unrelated wincest. Sam and his daughter get stranded in South Dakota, only to be taken in by a cranky, semi-retired hunter just before Christmas. There are sequels to this story, but I think there is switching in them, so read at your own risk.

Hell on Earth series by ShadowBiscuit on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. After Dean became a demon, all of his morals walked right out the door. Sam is now Dean's pet, even though being used by his older brother was the last thing he ever wanted. This series describes their life together, which is sometimes happy, sometimes sad, but mosty full of kinky sex and often, torture.

Talk to Me by darkroses on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. John walked in on the unthinkable. He never wanted this to happen but he needed answers. He hoped this wasn’t true. He hoped there was another reason.

Of Lovers & Nightmares by DirigableBoyKing on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Dean loses his memories. Guess what happens next.

What Doesn’t Kill Us by kroki-refur on LiveJournal. Sam/Dean, Sam/John. Wincest. Heed the warnings on this one! John and Dean use abusive methods to keep Sam in line. (this might be f-locked now)

Take Me Away by wincest_whore on LiveJournal. Sam/Dean. Unrelated wincest. While on a case at Stanford, Dean must pose as a student to get information on a demon he is hunting. As the case progresses, he realizes that a quiet, anti-social student, Sam Wesson, may be related to his case and just might be able to help him blow the thing wide open. The only problem is, Sam refuses to let him get close enough to get his help. After Sam shows up at Jessica’s apartment with a particularly nasty looking bruise and a few scratches, Dean doesn't ask for Sam's permission to help; he tells him he's helping and there's nothing Sam can do about it. Unfortunately, the two of them working together only causes more problems for Sam and could just be the thing that pushes this monster over the edge.

Dark Desires by morganaDW on AO3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. After checking out a ghost in an old sex club, things go wrong when Sam finds himself on the wrong end of what this club really was used for but it’s not only his life on the line. Both he & Dean must not only survive the ultimate sex curse but the fallout.

Too Late by morganaDW on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Sam follows Dean to finally face what was going on between them after his return from Purgatory but misses the clues too late to realize the danger he places himself in until it’s too late. He must try to fight & survive the brutality he endures at Dean’s hands & hopes his brother can fight his own way free or it’ll be too late for them both.

Every Night You Stay by rockstarpeach on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Sam finds out about Ezekiel and doesn’t take it well. He decides to leave Dean again and Dean doesn’t take that well. All Dean wants is to take care of him, whether Sam wants it or not. This is what happens when Dean finally snaps. Or, the one where Dean goes crazy and ties Sam up so he can't leave.

Deadly Innocence by wincest_whore on LiveJournal. Sam/shapeshifter!Dean, Sam/Dean. Wincest. he shapeshifter didn't die and instead kidnapped Sam, taking off with him. Dean at first doesn't realise Sam has been taken and takes him a while to realise who has Sam. The shifter keeps Dean's form and keeps Sam underground as his sex toy. Months pass and Sam learns fighting is useless, and the only way to survive is to obey 'Dean' without question, the shifter is clearly obsessed with Sam and Sam ends up with Stockholm Syndrome, almost falling in love with the Shifter. When Dean *finally* finds Sam, rescuing Sam won't be easy, since Sam isn't sure he wants to be rescued.

Hey Jude by atlas on Ao3. Sam/Jess,Sam/Dean. Wincest. Mary died in a car crash. John spends what little money he makes on drink. Sam can only seem to make enemies at school rather than friends. Dean fights in back alleys and underground clubs to keep his little brother’s belly full and a roof over his head. The Winchesters are a normal family.

Chasing Rabbits by hellhoundsprey on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Unrelated wincest. The yellow wavelength is relatively long and essentially stimulating. In this case the stimulus is emotional, therefore yellow is the strongest color, psychologically. The right yellow will lift our spirits and our self-esteem; it is the color of confidence and optimism. Too much of it, or the wrong tone in relation to the other tones in a color scheme, can cause self-esteem to plummet, giving rise to fear and anxiety. Our “yellow streak” can surface.

I Feel It Way Down by formalizing on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Dean eventually gets out of hell, but angels have nothing to do with it. Sam is willing to make a lot of exceptions to his morals and principles in order to have his brother back. (AU after season 3)

Twisted Needs by morganaDW on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Sam wakes up recalling the attack by a man from Dean’s past only to find his situation is actually much worse now than it was as he discovers just how very different his brother has been turned. He also discovers that the mark hasn’t just twisted Dean’s actions or thoughts but also his needs.

Three Days on the Rack by keerawa on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. It’s been months, but Sam finally found a crossroads demon willing to Deal to get Dean’s soul out of Hell. The Deal sounded too good to be true. Sam took it anyway.

…And The Circus Leaves Town by DownInTheGutter on AO3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Also, it's mostly Dean obsessing over Sam and what he's up to. Just a warning there's not much actual sex, I guess.

When the Cat Caught the Mouse by ShadowBiscuit on Ao3. Sam/Dean Unrelated Wincest. Kidnapped and drugged. Waking up naked and with a blindfold over his eyes, Sam didn't think he'd get out of this situation he has somehow got himself into alive. But he really needn't worry. Dean isn't planning on hurting him that bad...

If You’re Warm, Then You Can’t Relate to Me by gothpandaotaku on AO3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Post S10E22 The Prisoner. "You know what I think? I think it should be you up there." The words keep running through Sam's head, like a song on repeat. The worst part is, he agrees with Dean. It should be him up there. How the hell is he supposed to tell Dean he's pregnant now? (warning: mpreg)

X Marks the Spot by ShadowBiscuit on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Unrelated wincest. Sam Winchester has been preparing for the Apocalypse that John believed was inevitable for a long time. Sam wanted a normal life. He was only fourteen, and no teenager should be locked 24/7 in their house while trained to survive in scenarios that had a very low probability of ever occurring. But that didn't seem to bother his dad, who with his paranoid mentality, militarized Sam's life, giving him little to no chance at ever experiencing what "normal" was supposed to feel like. Then one night, his already strange life takes a turn for the worse when he gets kidnapped, plunged into the world of vile criminals, and if Sam thought he had it bad before...Well, he was in for a gruesome surprise.

Can’t Take the Sky by saucyminx on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Unrelated wincest. Sam’s brought to yet another foster home but this time he finds a friend. Of course, he also finds an enemy and something other-worldy he wasn’t quite prepared to accept.

Gods and Men by dark_shadow85 on AO3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. They’ve taken on the gods before—can this time be the last?

Dark Series by deans_fetish on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. In hell, Dean was taught to torture. After being raised from hell, Dean has dark desires, darker than just an overwhelming lust for his brother. But, somehow in Dean's addled brain this all seems surreal, a world without ramifications. It is only after being 'woken up' that Dean realizes this is the really real world and the real Sam.

And probably the mother of all abused Sam stories...Freak Camp: A Monster by Any Other Name series on Ao3 by Brosedshield, LaviniaLavender, whereupon. Sam/Dean. Unrelated wincest. Our story takes several steps away from canon.Dean Winchester is an only child.Mary died November 2nd, 1983, but neither in a fire nor on the ceiling.Five-year-old Sam is deported to a concentration camp for monsters.But the core remains the same.This is a love story. (please heed all the warnings. Also, this is a WIP, so the sexual dynamics might change before it is all finished).

You may also find abusive relationships in the recs here, here, here, here and here since Jared/Sam is not willingly with his partner in many of them.

#fanfic rec #abuse #mpreg #alpha!dean #blood #injuries #non-con #dub-con #wincest #bottom!sam #omega!sam #violence #wincest au #abused!sam

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