#the greatest challenge would be to convince him he was wrong

[charliewhaw]

Ooohhh what if alastor joined the V’s? That’s an interesting scenario to think about and how different alastor and Vox’s relationship would be

(I’ve thought about this a lot, but have never come to a definite conclusion on it before. Guess today is the day to do that! Also, sorry for taking so long. Been a hectic time! Things should come out smoother and faster going forward!)

Vox would pop the question easily. “Will you join me?” He knew Alastor would say ‘yes’ because how could he not? Them? Taking over Hell together? There was no other way this would go. Alastor was Vox’s perfect match. In both body and mind.

Vox was used to getting his way, in life and in the afterlife. He was used to getting everything he wanted from anyone he wanted it from. So, he would, of course, expect Alastor to fall in line and give himself to Vox. He couldn’t even imagine a scenario where ‘no’ would be an option. But Vox isn’t stupid. He knew Alastor would be a challenge to convince and conquer. It would take a lot of careful persuasion on Vox’s part, but eventually, Alastor would agree to join the Vees on the condition that he didn’t have to change his name. Vox’s solution to this was to throw an “A” into his logo’s shadow, indicating the Vees and also boldly representing the man who was both a master of shadows, and who would become a master at manipulating Vox.

Vox would reach out his hand for Alastor to take and hold, but Alastor would misunderstand and shake his hand instead. Alastor would consistently misunderstand Vox’s intentions. It would be both frustrating and endearing to Vox. Every moment with Alstor was so entertaining.

Vox would run his company as the CEO, naturally, but Alastor would be his right-hand man, whispering into Vox’s ear what he should do next. Alastor wasn’t a businessman, however. So, Vox would adjust his ideas and make them profitable. But if Alastor suggested something, you can guarantee it was going to happen. Alastor is an extremely intelligent man and Vox would have no doubt Alastor’s plans would benefit his company in the end, even if they seemed strange at the time of implementation. It would become extremely easy for Alastor to take advantage of this influence he had over Vox. The only thing Vox would refuse to do was let go of Valentino. His studios were too profitable, and it would be a shame to not be in control of one of Hell’s greatest money-makers. So, Alastor’s suggestions for killing Valentino or converting the studios into something else would be denied each and every time. Vox would then attempt to distract Alastor with some other scheme.

Vox is a man of many talents and skills: One of those skills is simping over Alastor. The man could do no wrong, and that perspective Vox held would be made obvious whenever Alastor was called out for his bullshit. You see, Alastor is a jokester. He enjoys entertaining himself. A master of shenanigans, if you will. He would find no difficulty in doing such things around the V-Tower. Specifically, to Valentino. While Alastor’s pranks would be mild to most– often involving a play on words, his pranks on Valentino would be much more… severe. He might pour oil on the staircase in Valentino’s bedroom. Or replace his eye drops with acid. Alastor would find every second of Valentino’s suffering to be highly amusing. Valentino would regularly complain to Vox, who would jump to Alastor’s defense in a heartbeat. Alastor would never be scolded. There might be a time or two that Vox would ask him, in private, to cool down the intensity of his pranks on Valentino, but Vox would make no real effort to stop Alastor’s antics.

Alastor and Vox were best friends, first and foremost. They'd spend time together, whether it was inside the V-Tower or elsewhere. Alastor enjoyed walking around town, simply to people-watch. So, that’s what Vox would enjoy too. Only, he just people-watched Alastor. If they passed by a store and Alastor’s eyes lingered on something in the window for even a second too long, Vox would be at the cash register buying said item without a second thought. Alastor particularly did this with food. Vox had come to realize, however, that anything sweet Alastor looked at was more for how pretty it appeared rather than the taste. He wouldn’t buy Alastor anything sweet.

Alastor would end up needing a separate room in the V-Tower from his bedroom just to hold the trinkets and objects Vox would buy him. He also would have his own radio studio at the top of the tower. Vox would offer him assistants and secretaries, but Alastor would refuse, preferring to be a one-man show. Anyone else simply wasn’t good enough. Alastor’s bedroom and studio would be the most old-fashioned parts of the tower. He would keep to his old ways, preferring to do things the way he liked and was comfortable with. However, he wouldn’t be unreasonably averse to modern technology.

Alastor would own a cell phone. Vox would insist he did so he could call him or text him in an emergency. Alastor would barely touch it, often forget to take it with him, wouldn't remember to charge it, and when he texts, he'd type and reply so slowly it would give Velvette a headache. Vox would introduce him to mobile games at one point, searching through the app store to find something Alastor might like. He'd come across Plague Inc. and started playing it so Al could learn how to play. Alastor would end up falling asleep, bored by the entire experience. Vox would make a note that Alastor just didn’t like cell phones like a normal person would.

Alastor would hang out with Velvette a lot. She'd hate every second of it, which would only make Alastor enjoy her company even more. On several occasions, Velvette would end up calling Vox to come get his deer, “He’s distractin’ me!” And that he would be. He'd tell her jokes and bad puns until she yelled at him to shut up.

Alastor's only interactions with Valentino would be to make snide remarks or to prank him. However, some of Valentino’s employees would come into talking range with Alastor sometimes, and Alastor, forever the talkative, charismatic gentleman he was, would attempt to engage in conversation. So long as that conversation didn’t veer into inappropriate territory, which it usually didn’t. All of Valentino’s employees understood that Alastor and Valentino hated each other and were on opposite ends of the sexual spectrum. Actually, one employee managed to name Alastor’s lack of sexual interest. This person would have been Angel Dust.

“Asexual” Angel called him the third time they ran into each other. “Excuse me?” “You’re asexual. Ya don’t like sex. Like, at all.” Alastor would be offended that Angel even brought the topic up at first, and when Angel attempted to say it was okay to be asexual and it was just a word to describe people like him, Alastor would have scared him off with a tightened grin and a thinly veiled threat. But Alastor would think about this a lot, and eventually come to terms with it. He would ask Vox about it, and Vox wouldn’t be surprised in the least bit. Alastor would hold a bit of a soft spot for Angel Dust after this, but he’d never show it or admit to it.

Alastor would still own his soul. Niffty and Husk were his favorites, and he would summon them into the tower on occasion to handle some business. He didn’t like anyone touching his stuff, but he could trust Niffty and thus, she'd be his personal maid. Husk would become a secretary of sorts. Anything Alastor didn’t want to deal with, Husk was tasked with doing. From meeting with people on Al’s behalf to running errands. Even doing paperwork. Husk would be paid in booze.

Vox got to use Husk and Niffty too. Niffty would be the only one delicate enough to dust the wires in his control room and not mess anything up. Husk would be tasked with feeding Vox’s sharks from time to time. Husk would quickly become afraid of sharks.

Vox would attend Carmilla’s meetings with Alastor; Velvette and Valentino would not. Vox would always sit next to Al, pulling his chair a bit closer to Alastor than the other overlords sat from each other. No one would mention it. It would be a common belief in Hell that Alastor and Vox were secretly a couple, but no one would dare to voice it out loud. Rosie would sit on Alastor’s other side.

After the meetings, Rosie, Vox, and Alastor would all go out to eat somewhere. Seeing as Alastor and Vox were good friends, it would be only natural for Rosie to develop a friendship with Vox as well. Whenever Alastor left the table, Rosie would prod Vox to confess his feelings to Alastor. Vox would deny he had any. Whenever Vox left the table, Rosie would prompt Alastor to tell her his thoughts on Vox. Alastor’s thoughts would always be vague but positive. Rosie could get nowhere with them.

Speaking of Alastor’s friends, Vox and Mimzy would have a bickering relationship. They’d argue a lot, but they both cared for Alastor, in their own ways. Sometimes, Alastor would get too rowdy or feral and Vox would pay Mimzy to deal with him and return him home safely. Alastor would always come home drunk, and Vox would put him to bed. He loved tucking Alastor into bed and making sure he was safe and snuggled up in his silky, hoof-print sheets. Alastor would wake up the next morning with a hangover and no memory of what happened the night before. Mimzy would also have no memory of what happened. Luckily for Vox, his placement of cameras all over the city and inside most buildings would prove useful. Once he put Alastor to bed, Vox would roam through the camera footage and watch what took place. It would always be Alastor and Mimzy drinking too much, dancing on tables, and then stumbling around, disappearing into his shadows, reappearing, looking around confused, then eventually finding his way back to the V-Tower. On days when Vox was particularly worried about Alastor, he’d watch the camera feeds in real-time, spying on Alastor’s time with Mimzy.

Alastor would enjoy being part of the Vees and Vox would be so happy to have Alastor close by. Ahh, what could’ve been!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #radiostatic #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel mimzy #hazbin hotel niffty #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbinhotel velvette #hazbin hotel ask blog #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin hotel angel dust

[kats-randomology]

I wanted me a Alastor breakdown and BOY HOWDY I GOT ONE

So many ideas about what direction he can go and they're all fun to think about-- personally I wouldn't be against a longterm redemption plot. But nothing easy for him, no, I want him to try some shit, have it blow up in his face even worse than this. Have him claw his way back into trust and good graces.

I don't think he's AS ATTACHED to the crew as some seem to think, and as much as I'd like him to be, BUT I do think there's some fondness there. It's not enough yet to deter him from his true goal, but it's there, and maybe even that small part was an influence in his fight. But now gets shoved into the far reaches of his mind because holy shit I almost died and for WHAT? These weak fools? Hell with that, no more feelings!

But the thread continues to fray; his cane/mike is broken (we dunno if it can be fixed easy), he came this close to death, and he's still not much closer to getting out of contract. He can keep himself together for only so long, and now we got Lilith coming into the picture as a potential road block that can't be as easily fought off as Adam.

I'm also not entirely sure if it's her with Alastor's soul anymore? It's still highly possible but with her being in Heaven all this time and not even speaking to her family....why bother with sending Alastor? I'm not getting the impression she cares that much, yet...and what would she even gain from it? The timelines coincide, but nothing else makes much sense for it.

Whatever it is, I'm looking forward to it and the even bigger mental snap that's sure to come. Give me that madness-> main villain-> broken down man offered a hand.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin alastor #listen I could be totally off and he turns out to be a complete and total monster that gets obliterated but I'd like to see otherwise #he's a true test to charlie's redemption plans and i wanna see them clash #i have theories about alastor and his mo in life and how it carried over to afterlife mainly the comparison viv made to dexter #the greatest challenge would be to convince him he was wrong #hazbin charlie #hazbin lilith

[sunshinescribes]

Between Your Name and A Prayer

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x Fem!Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT (18+), MDNI!

Summary: There are few who can say they elude Dracule Mihawk, and even fewer who have held his heart. You’ve done both, and it only serves to complicate things when Mihawk seeks to collect your bounty…or so he tells himself.  

Warnings: SMUT! Ex!Mihawk, Angst, Yearning, Fingering, Emotional Sex, Rough Sex (PinV), Reader is a little petty/bratty

Mihawk knows he shouldn’t be doing this. Not again.

He shouldn’t be slipping through a sleepy port town in search of you.

He tries to blame it on your wanted poster, a reminder that you continue to evade the world government—evade him, but the lie is hardly convincing.

Not when he had spent more time than necessary staring down at your new wanted poster, his sharp eyes following the curve of your playful smile and catching on to your eyes, as bewitching as he remembers, and with that familiar glint of mischief shining in them. The look you give is reminiscent of the one you used to grace him with, just before you stole a kiss, or persuaded him back to bed—what feels like a lifetime ago now.

Mihawk tries to shake the aching feeling that blossoms in his chest. Your bounty has gone up significantly. Vice Admirals hiss your name over snail responders; wonder why you haven’t been caught yet. Mihawk is quick to retort sharply that he isn’t at their beck and call, despite what the Admirals might think, and that they can send someone else to catch you, or better yet, find her yourself.

He knows they won’t. It’s as difficult for them to track you down as it is for him, maybe even more so. Besides, they have an…inkling of an idea of what you two once shared. Feelings once held that they think he can use to draw you from the shadows. If only they knew how wrong their assumptions were.

He may be a hunter of sorts, but you are no prey. Mihawk has come to realize that he only finds you when you let him. You leave little clues—hints dripping with nostalgia. You tease him, dare the world’s greatest swordsmen to come and find you, and he accepts the challenge every time with the eagerness of an undisciplined child.  

He has only found you twice, and on both occasions, you looked far too pleased, not surprised in the slightest to see his dark figure slipping from the shadows. You had smiled and teased him in a way only you (and a certain red-haired pirate) would be brave enough to.

You finally showed up, Hawk Eye.

Mihawk despises the epithet from you—the distance it creates, but it’s necessary, isn’t it? It makes it easier to fall into a night of ravenous bliss without considering that you two once shared a home and your hearts.

Mihawk continues to shift through the lifeless town, the chilly midnight air working like a balm to his tortured soul, allowing him a moment of respite as his eyes flit between dimly lit shops. This venture started nearly a week ago with Mihawk idly flipping through the newspaper, curious to see what troubles were brewing in the Grand Line. Little caught his interest as he read, but when he turned to the last page, his eyes lingered on a single photo. An unexpected offering.

You, disguised well and hidden in a crowd, your face was obscured by the hat you wore, similar to the ones donned by those beside you. To anyone else, you were nothing more than another spectator, but the necklace that rested against your collar screamed your identity—the same one Mihawk had placed around your neck a year prior.

What fun you must have finding new ways to reel him in.

The first time Mihawk sought you out, he had been certain of catching you. His objective left him the second your warm eyes fell on him, and your mouth ventured where his body had missed you most. The second time, he had sworn he would not be tempted, but his will had shattered easily. Mihawk lost himself as he pressed you up against the wall of a cramped room in a seedy hostel, your nails digging into the flesh of his bare back while he took you apart as he had done so many times before.

What would he do this time? Mihawk had tried to reason that he would not be so weak-willed—so foolish as to let you reduce him to a man incapable of thinking beyond the flesh—but the certainty he once held was steadily slipping out of reach with each encounter.

A frustrated sigh escapes Mihawk’s parted lips as he stops in front of a shabby tavern. His eyes follow the curves of the poorly painted sign, faded and scuffed from lack of proper upkeep. It’s lifeless. No music pouring out the doors or cheery carols of drunken men. No heady scent of rum or grog. The tavern is completely devoid of life, save for the soft, flickering candlelight that paints the windows in a warm orange hue, and a single slippery patron Mihawk knows is inside.

He ignores the warring voices in his head as he pushes the door open, and there you are.

You sit perched on the counter, legs crossed, and head tilted slightly as you cradle a bottle in your hand. You hum a soft tune, your eyes downcast and far off in thought. Mihawk thinks perhaps your thoughts might be of him, because he recognizes the melody. It’s the same one he used to whisper against your skin in the dead of night, ushering you into a peaceful sleep—just as it had been used for him, back when he was young and hopeless in the arms of a tender-hearted nun.

Your hushed singing halts when the floorboard creaks under the weight of his boots. Your eyes lift, and the somber expression on your face is gone so fast that Mihawk thinks he might have imagined it.

An impish smile graces your features, and your eyes lower as you take in the sight of his lean body, shameless and hungry.

“And here I thought you’d stood me up.”

You’re always quick to crack a joke, dispelling some of the uncertain tension that always brews at the beginning. You want this to be as uncomplicated as possible.

And Mihawk realizes suddenly that he complies, says little beyond your name, and takes what you offer, lying to himself that it is enough—that he will hunger no more afterwards…but his appetite is endless, vicious in how much it craves something it can never have again.

Mihawk takes a step forward, and you uncross your legs instinctively, spreading them in a way that would make the nuns he grew up with faint. Ramera, they would whisper harshly, before slipping into prayer. They would surely have some choice words for him as well.

Your smile slips when he settles on the stool beside you, instead of between your parted legs.

You want this to be uncomplicated, and Mihawk can oblige, as he always does—he can steel his unruly heart and silence the voice that reminds him of better days, sweet and silent moments in a drab castle that seemed to burst with life with you in it. He can do all this, but why should he give you what you want right away?

You sigh disapprovingly, before taking a swig from your bottle.

“So, you’re here to collect my bounty, then?”

Your voice is flat and unamused. Mihawk can’t tell if it’s a display of false bravado or if you believe he wouldn’t be able to manage it.

“I haven’t decided,” he lies.

Of course he has. He always decides. Before he even sets off to find you—before the clues bare themselves before him—deep down, he knows he’ll never raise Yoru against you. Never bring you to the admirals who have hunted you for as long as he can remember. He can play the part of the heartless hunter, but he never truly fulfills the role.

Your sly smile returns. You lean towards him, positioned in a way that makes your collarless shirt dip, exposing the soft flesh of your breasts. Mihawk is quick to look away, but you’re just as perceptive as him. Your eyes catch everything, no matter how minuscule.

You reach for his hat, placing it on your own head.

“How can I convince you to spare me?” You ask sweetly, setting your drink aside.

Stop running away.

The words catch in Mihawk’s throat. He knows why you’re running, why you won’t come back to him, not even if he swallows his pride and asks. The moment the words pass his lips, you’ll pull away. Stop being a warlord, would be your quick reply, and it would spiral into the same argument that had created the impossible distance between you two.

Neither of you would let up. You both would tear open tender scars. It would complicate something already too fucking complicated—shatter the delicate peace you both allow in moments like this.

It will do no good to start a fight he can’t win.

Instead, Mihawk lifts from the stool, reaching to unsheathe Yoru. Your eyes go soft for the briefest of seconds when they fall on the decorated black sword—such a stark contrast to others who have seen him wield it. There’s always fear, sometimes envy, but never fondness. Then again, only you know his sword as intimately as he does.

“You don’t need to convince me,” Mihawk starts, leaning Yoru against the counter, far enough so that it doesn’t become a nuisance. “You only need to take what I give you.”

You raise a curious brow. You’re used to leading these little liaisons, quick to chase pleasure you’ve been deprived of, but this time Mihawk needs something different. He needs you to want just as badly as he does, to see you as helpless as you make him feel.

“And if it’s not enough?” You taunt, always so eager for a reaction.

Mihawk doesn’t humor you with a response. Instead, he positions himself between your spread legs. A myriad of images flash in his mind—delicious ways to break you apart that almost make him shudder in anticipation.

He notices your pert nipples through your collarless shirt, untended. Desire takes him hostage, makes his hands almost shake as he works quickly to unclasp the delicate buttons that keep your skin hidden from him.

“Someone’s excited.”

Mihawk rolls his eyes when you chuckle, low and lovely. You think you have him in the palm of your hand, and you’re not exactly wrong for believing so. Though you’ll learn soon enough how easily he can turn your smart remarks into desperate pleas.

You let out a shaky gasp when you feel Mihawk’s warm mouth kiss your collar, slowly trailing down while his rough hands cup your exposed breasts, kneading the soft flesh. He whispers your name against your skin—perhaps a warning or a promise—before he takes your sensitive nipple in his mouth. A pretty moan rips from your throat when he adds the soft pressure of his talented tongue.

You try not to picture Mihawk between your legs, lapping at your needy cunt with fervor. If the wetness between your thighs is anything to go off of, you’re doing a piss-poor job.

Mihawk breaks away from your tit, a string of saliva following him as he tends to the other. It’s a lovely sensation, but you want more.

You snake your hands downward, attempting to unbutton your pants and slip your fingers where you need them most, but Mihawk denies you. His hands catch your wrist the second you finish with the buttons. Your breast falls from his mouth, and he fixes back to his full height, peering down at you with those piercing eyes of his.

“Hard of hearing, are we?” Mihawk arches a sharp brow, ignoring the murderous expression you wear. He can feel the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. “What I give you. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

You glare up at him like a petulant child…such a shift from the confident, easy smile you displayed only minutes before.

Mihawk revels in it for a moment longer before choosing to be altruistic.

He leans close, his soft lips grazing your ear as he whispers, “If you want my fingers inside of you, you’ll take off those pants. Quickly.”

He practically purrs in your ear, his voice richer and deeper than you remember it being. You want so desperately to defy him. His words drip with arrogance that makes you want to bare your teeth at him, regain a modicum of control, but you also burn with such torturous lust—and maybe something sweeter.

You school your emotions, look as irritated as you can manage when you slide down from the counter, quickly pushing your pants down the length of your legs. Mihawk mirrors you, peeling his black coat off, before neatly placing it near Yoru.  

Damn him and his stupid, perfect body.

You kick your pants to the side, tossing his hat along with it for added measure—just in case he thinks you’re happy to do as he says.  

Your faux frustration dissipates the second you’re back on the counter, and Mihawk’s fingers glide across your cunt, coating his digits with your slick. You hear the words he doesn’t speak when he pushes a finger into your hungry hole—who’s excited now?

You shake, eagerly watching the way his finger disappears inside of you.

“Mihawk—”

He shushes you before adding another digit. You hiss—oh god—andhe pushes a little deeper, fucks you a little faster, desperately seeking that soft spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

Mihawk curls his fingers suddenly and knows he found it, because you make the most wrecked noise he thinks he’s ever heard.

Your lashes flutter, sharp curses spill from your plump lips, incoherent and crude. Magnificent…Mihawk muses, transfixed on your micro-expressions—the way your brows pinch together, the subtle tremble of your bottom lip after each pretty sound.

You clench around his fingers, teetering on the edge of your release. Mihawk’s free hand moves as if it has a mind of its own, finding your neglected clit.

Your fingers weave into his hair, pulling him closer. "Fuckfuckfuuuck," you practically cry into his shoulder. You shudder beneath him while a pool of pleasure builds in your core, so dangerously close to bursting.

“More,” you choke out.

The tortuous circles that he rubs against your aching clit are divine, but it isn’t enough. You want to feel full—fuller than his fingers alone can provide.

“Wanna c—hmmmng—c-come on your dick.”

You’re thankful you catch the plea that tries to crawl up your throat.

Mihawk swears under his breath, pulling his fingers out of your sopping pussy. His eyes are heavy, his expression is like that of a drunken man as he glances downward. He groans, watching the way you clench around nothing.

Mihawk doesn’t make you wait long. He’s quick to undo his dark trousers, works with speed even he might not know he possesses to free his aching cock—it’s so lovely, pale with the prettiest shade of pink dusting his thick head. Evidence of his own arousal pours from the slit, mixing with your own slick when he wraps his fingers around the base.

You watch him pump into his hand, getting his dick nice and wet for you. It’s such a beautiful sight, so fucking obscene. You can’t stop the desperate moan that pours from your lips. Can’t stop yourself from calling his name with a hint of urgency in your tone.

“Impatient—” Mihawk hisses, finally lining himself up with your entrance. He gives no warning as he buries himself in your soaking heat. You all but shriek as you feel the brush of his wet fingers against your clit again. “You have what you want. Now come.”

You try to hold out—you don't want him to think that he can make you shatter with a simple command, but your body betrays you. Pleasure rips through you before you can even consider a snide remark, making you cry out loud and cling to his lean frame. You shudder through your orgasm, curse between gasps, and Mihawk can’t look away—can’t stop the way his hips jerk reflexively when your walls flutter around him.

It feels so good, it almost makes him lose what little self-control he has left. Mihawk stills, grits his teeth painfully until his desire becomes just a little manageable. He won’t let this be another quick, meaningless fuck.

Mihawk lifts you with his dick still buried deep inside you. It almost takes you by surprise until you remember just how strong he is. He wields Yoru as effortlessly as one wields a dagger. He has taken down entire fleets with a single attack. Maneuvering from the bar counter to a booth is hardly work.

And you’re thankful for the change, feeling the cushion beneath you. It’s not the softest you've ever felt, but it’s certainly more comfortable than the damn counter.

Though it hardly matters, you don’t get much time to relish it once Mihawk cages you in with his powerful body.

“Missed me—” He thrusts into your heat, his pace downright brutal as his hips slam into yours. “Oh—OH, can’t you feel how much you missed me?”

God, you hate how right he is. Despise the way your cunt sucks him in and clings to his length. You feel the sweet spasms that wrack through you with each vicious thrust—how your walls pulse with a need to be filled in more ways than one.

It feels so fucking good—always does with him—and you’re past trying to deny it. Would you even believe yourself if you tried?

You blink up at him, watching the way Mihawk’s face contorts with pain and pleasure. How his long, dark lashes flutter. The way his delicate lips part and a sound that goes straight to your core escapes. He’s so beautiful—it almost drives you mad thinking about how effortless it is for him, as if he is something divine and otherworldly.

Is this the same way he sees you? When his eyes linger and he looks a little dazed?

His golden eyes lift suddenly, finding yours. Your breath catches at the expression you see hidden in their depths—the unguarded adoration. It’s so different from how he looks at anyone else—a gift only ever meant for you.

Mihawk slows the roll of his hips, moving his hand from where it’s positioned near your head. You can’t anticipate what he’s planning—can’t think beyond the tender look in his eyes.

And then you feel it.

The warmth of his palm as his fingers laces with yours. 

The act is intimate, full of loving intent.

Your heart bursts as you blink up at him. Countless emotions flood through you—unceasing affection that you try to bury, the pain that still lingers, loneliness, frustration, desire—it’s overwhelming in its intensity, chases away the unrelenting conviction you’ve nurtured for months.

“Mihawk,” you call out desperately, “kiss me.”

Mihawk stills, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. He considers it for a moment, leans in ever so slightly before pulling away, cursing in his mother tongue.

He tries to focus on the feeling of you beneath him. Your warm skin, the rhythm of your erratic heart—but your request snags his like a twisted vine. It takes every ounce of defiance to deny you this.

Not unless you tell me you still love me.

Not unless you come back home.

“Mihaawk…”

You hate how your voice comes out in a low whine, but the need to feel his lips against yours is paramount. One final request to satisfy your heartsick soul.

“Too much.” His voice is tight, pained. “You want too much.”

His golden eyes find yours again. You expect his notorious glare, maybe even a sneer for good measure, but you receive neither. His eyes are soft…and a little sad, as if he wishes he could give you everything you desire, but to what end?

Hot, frustrated tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You try so hard to blink them away, but they fall without your permission, running down your cheeks all while Mihawk watches, his sharp brows lifting slightly in surprise.

“I hate you,” you whisper, but there’s no venom in your voice, no spite. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate yo—”

You taste his lips before you feel them—ripe plum from a silver chalice, salt from the sea.

Mihawk melds his mouth with yours, reminding you both of just how perfectly you always fit together. You melt into him, feel lightheaded when he pries your mouth open with his tongue, desperate and hungry, as if he’s trying to siphon the air from your lungs.

Your nails scrape against his scalp, tufts of his dark hair curl around your fingers, and Mihawk breaks.

He rocks his hips suddenly, harshly fucking into you with renewed fervor.

“I hate you,” you say again when he finally breaks away, a string of glistening saliva still connecting you two. The sight alone rips a breathy moan from his throat, and he nods.

“I know,” he dips down, pressing phantom kisses to your lips.

Mihawk knows what you really mean. What you won’t allow yourself to say aloud.

You still love him. You never stopped loving him.

He tries to show you how much he still loves you, pushes himself as deep as he possibly can. Mihawk nearly collapses from the way your velvety walls hug him—so tight and snug that it almost hurts. He knows he’s hitting something delightful inside of you—something that makes you convulse and sob beneath him.

“Please, please—” he hears your voiceless plea.

Mihawk groans, resting his forehead on yours as he pounds into you. He hits so deep that the head of his cock collides with a gummy cluster of nerves, and you tip over the edge with a sharp cry.

Mihawk captures your lips again, swallowing your moans. You tremble, fresh tears slipping from your eyes, while your second orgasm rips through you, so violent and demanding that it feels like it wants to take your soul along with it.

“My heart—” Mihawk grits as your walls massage his tortured cock, take him hostage until he’s pushing impossibly deep. “fuckI’m—"

Mihawk doesn’t finish his sentence—barely even starts it before he’s flooding you. He comes hard, pumping your sweet cunt full of his seed, filling it like it deserves. Your walls squeeze him, milking him for all he’s worth. It’s too fucking much. He shakes through it, euphoria splitting through his body until every ounce of strength is drained from him.

Mihawk collapses, as boneless as you, though he does his best to refrain from resting his full weight on you. He offers you sweet praise. A soft kiss on the corners of your lips, your cheeks, your chin.

“I love you,” Mihawk murmurs against your skin, so low you nearly miss it.

You’re too spent to react, though you’re uncertain of what you would do even if you could. You want the warmth of his touch, his kisses, and honeyed words. You want that fond look in his eyes and the tender care he offers only to you.

But are you willing to forgive? To forget how you two ended up here?

You ignore your mind’s inquiry. You allow yourself to crave, to fall deeper into this pleasant mirage as your eyes grow heavy.

When the sun rises, you will have to face this, but for now, you let yourself slip into a fantasy where you can love him without consequence.

PART 2

divider credit @/cafekitsune

#sunny.fic #dracule mihawk x reader #mihawk x reader #mihawk x you #dracule mihawk x y/n #mihawk x y/n #x reader

[night-daily]

I thought I'd lost you forever | Roronoa Zoro x fem! reader

summary: After Zoro it's defeated on a duel, he's hurted badly and no one knows if he'll recover.

warnings: ep 5 and 6 spoilers, one piece live action, hurt/comfort

a/n: im obsessed with Zoro ngl :]

You were at the Baratie kitchen with Zeff and Sanji, ranting about your discussion with Zoro, just to make sure you weren't overreacting but they knew better than not take part because well, you were pretty mad and they didn't want you to pick up your rage on them.

Just remembering the discussion makes your blood boil.

You and Luffy walked into the room where Zoro, Nami, and Ussop were. All of them turn to see the two of you, “Hey crew!” , Luffy says but none of them replies, and your smile falters. What was going on? The vibe in the room was so tense.

“Zoro challenged Mihawk to a duel”, You were shocked. What was he thinking? He was even thinking?

Nami asked Luffy to convince Zoro to not fight Mihawk but he didn't do it, instead, he supported Zoro to fight the duel. You make eye contact with Zoro, shaking your head clearly disappointed. You turned yourself ready to leave but before you got the chance, his voice made you stop on track.

“What? You think I can't win?” You observed his face, trying to figure him out but he wasn't showing any emotion. “If you wish to die today, then go ahead, I'm no one to stop you” , Please don't go, If something happens to you I will lose my mind, that's what you wanna to say.

“You're right, you're no one” , You're everything to me, that's what he wanted to say and it was true. You're his world and Zoro has tried to make you know it but you're too oblivious to notice it and he's scared to tell you his feelings not because you may reject him, because he thinks he'll ruin your friendship. “I have to become the world's greatest swordsman” “I know but—” “No, you don't know how it feels like, you don't even have a dream.” Your brows furrowed, of course, you had a dream like everyone else, in fact, the only one you had told about your dream was Zoro, and you trusted him so much but here was he now, using it against you, it made you feel sick. “Fuck you, Zoro, maybe Mihawk won't kill you but your pride is.”

After that you stormed out of the room, his eyes following you with a heavy feeling in his chest.

  ⚔  ⚔   ⚔  ⚔ 

“So I was wrong?” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Of course not, love” Sanji answered, Zeff rolled his eyes knowing what was he doing. “You know? I would never hurt you like—”

“MY FRIEND NEEDS HELP” Luffy burst into the kitchen yelling.

The anger left your body being replaced by worry. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you, heading to Going Merry without thinking twice. Sanji, Zeff, and Luffy going after you, you arrived and saw Zoro's body, his chest covered with blood and a serious wound. Your breathing was unstable and your body trembling, everything was blurry to you as Zeff treated his wounds faster and you couldn't help but think this was your fault.

“You gotta talk to him, make him stay here, in this world” You all nodded and thanked him for his help. Sanji decided to stay there to cook, Luffy, Ussop and you were sitting across him talking, well, they talking and you tried to focus on the conversation but your mind wandered thinking about Zoro.

While Sanji was cooking, Luffy was the first to move, ready to head to the room where Zoro was.

“Can I...?” Their heads turned to see you. You cleared your throat “Can I talk to him first, please?” Luffy hesitated for a second and he was about to refuse you but Sanji cut him off, “Ladies first” you murmured a thank you, walking to the room, behind you, you heard your captain asking them why he had to let you to talk Zoro first if he wanted to talk him too.

“Because they need it, they're more than friends” Ussop responds with a smirk on his face, which makes Luffy more confused, “They're best friends?” Sanji and Ussop laughed at him shaking their heads.

You closed the door behind you. Sitting on a chair that was next to him. Your eyes fell on his wound and instantly felt an overwhelming wave of guilt crash onto you. “I really don't want to lose you, so you better wake up” you hold his hand intertwining your fingers. “'cause I'm not gonna let you die” His breathing was slow but steady “When I said all that stuff earlier, I didn't mean it” Your eyes welled up with tears, replaying your last conversation with him in your mind.

Lost in your thoughts you didn't even feel when Zoro intertwined his fingers around yours. Then he squeezed your hand softly. While your heart was pounding in your chest. “did you miss me?” forgetting about his wound, you hugged him tight “you idiot! never do that again, I thought I'd lost you forever” He groaned painfully. “Sorry, sorry! I'm so sorry Zoro This is—” “Don't you even dare to say this was your fault, because it's not” you opened your mouth. He sent you a death glare. “Before I passed out, do you know what my only regret was?” He looked right into your eyes. “To not have the opportunity to beg for your forgiveness, what I said about your dream, it was wrong and I'm sorry, I will work to regain your trust, I promise” He brings your hand to his mouth, giving it a gentle kiss.

Something was different now and you both knew it, you were eager to know what the future would hold for the two of you.

#opla #roronoa zoro live action #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x you #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro #one piece live action

[magiccath]

The Sniffles

tenth doctor x reader (ambiguous relationship)

Summary: In which you hide being sick from the Doctor

You stumbled into the TARDIS control room, very obviously sick, even if you refused to admit it. Companions didn’t get sick. Plus, you were still functional. Mostly. 

“I was thinking we could travel back in time today,” the Doctor said in his usually cheery voice, moving about the console with boundless energy, “Maybe Victorian England? Or the moon launch! Definitely the moon launch,” he grinned, turning to you for approval. 

You nodded and the Doctor didn’t need much more confirmation than that. He ran around the control room, piloting the ship in a chaotic manner. 

“It’s even more brilliant up close, I promise,” he rambled on, still running about the ship. “One of the greatest feats of humankind if you ask me.” 

You sniffled as quietly as possible, rubbing your nose on the back of your sleeve. The Doctor didn’t pay any mind to you, still rambling on about the moon. You wished your nose wasn’t so stuffy, you wished that you weren’t exhausted and sick.

“Very characteristic of you lot to see a rock in the sky and decide to venture to it. It’s like that guy who climbed Mount Everest, what was his name?” he frowned, momentarily pausing his chaotic movements. 

“George Mallory?” you ventured. The Doctor snapped loudly in your direction, a big grin plastered on his face. 

“That one! He wanted to climb Everest because-” 

“Because it’s there,” you said simultaneously, though in a significantly more congested voice than the Doctor. He referenced it a lot, usually as an example of humanity's stupidity. If the Doctor noticed your parroting, he didn’t show it. 

“That essentially sums up how humans feel about the moon. Great big, strange rock in the sky, you better go claim it.” 

You nodded along, your focus slowly slipping as he continued to talk. You were already so exhausted and you hadn’t even done much yet. Your head felt heavier than a bowling ball and your sinuses were clogged up beyond belief. At this point, you just wanted to crawl back into bed and never leave again. 

Sensing that you had stopped paying attention, the Doctor halted his emphatic rambling.“What’s wrong?” he asked, moving over to you and crossing his arms while frowning slightly. Usually you at least feigned interest in his ramblings.

“Nothing,” you lied, though it wasn’t very convincing. You didn’t have the energy to lie to the Doctor right now.

His frown deepened as he leaned closer to you, examining you like some alien gadget he couldn’t figure out. 

Without warning he reached his hand out, resting the back of his hand against your forehead. Mostly out of instinct, you pulled away from him with a frown. “Hey!” you snapped, swatting his hand away. 

“You’re burning up!” he retorted, his voice cross. 

“It’s warm in here.” 

“No, it’s not. You’re always complaining about it being cold,” he pointed out, challenging you to deny it. Unfortunately, he was entirely right. He kept the TARDIS much colder than you would prefer. You just stayed silent since you didn’t have anything to retaliate with. Unfortunately for your argument, your silence was punctuated with a sniffle followed by a suppressed cough.

“Come on, back to bed,” the Doctor sighed, tilting his head in the direction of your room. 

“I’m fine!” you argued again, which would have been much more convincing if it wasn’t accompanied by a series of sneezes. 

“Are you sure about that?” the Doctor huffed, looking at you condescendingly. 

“It’s just a little cold.” you sniffled slightly, fighting the urge to sneeze again. 

“Mhm, even if it is ‘just a little cold’ you need to get some rest,” he chastised, guiding you out of the control room. 

“I’m perfectly fine,” you repeated but didn’t protest as he guided you back to your room. 

“Sure you are,” the Doctor rolled his eyes behind your back. Stubborn as ever. 

He guided you through your door and into your bedroom, pulling back the covers for you and gesturing for you to get in bed.

“I’m going to go grab you medicine, if you move I’m going to be very upset,” he emphasized, tucking the blankets around you. You sniffled again and nodded your understanding. Frankly, you were too tired to keep fighting him on this. Maybe a little nap wouldn’t be a bad thing.

The Doctor left the room to grab some medicine and a warm cup of tea and honey. When he returned, you were still bundled up in the blankets, sniffling quietly. 

He handed you the medicine and a glass of water, watching as you took it. When you were done, he swapped the glass of water for the tea. 

“It will help you feel better, I promise,” he urged, wrapping your hands around the warm mug. The steam wafting from the cup was so enticing he didn’t have to ask you twice. You drank the tea happily, the warm liquid heating your body and clearing your sinuses and throat a bit. When you were done, the Doctor took the cup back from you. 

“Why would you hide something like this from me?” he said, his eyebrows knit together. He was genuinely concerned about you, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt him a bit that you hadn’t felt safe enough to let him know you were sick. 

“I didn’t want to be a burden,” you whispered, frowning slightly. 

“You’re not a burden,” he responded, shaking his head without hesitation. 

“What about the moon landing?” 

“It will still be there when you are feeling better.” 

“And you?” 

“I’ll also be here,” he smiled warmly, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb comfortingly. All of time and space could wait, right now all that mattered to him was getting his favorite companion feeling better. 

“Now, get some rest. Please,” he whispered, tucking the blankets around you again, ensuring you were safely bundled up in bed. When he was done, he gently kissed your forehead before getting up to leave. 

“Doctor?”

“Hm?” He hummed, his hand hovering over your door handle. 

“Will you stay with me?” you whispered. A grin took over the Doctor’s face. He slipped his shoes off quickly before practically leaping into your bed. He was always game for a good cuddle.

“I don’t wanna get you sick,” you argued as he snuggled in next to you, opening his arms as an invitation.

“Superior Time Lord immune system,” he shrugged, beckoning you into his arms. You obliged, wrapping your arms around his slender middle.

“Not everything Time Lord is superior,” you grumbled, burning your face in his chest. In response, he wrapped his arms tighter around you. “Except maybe the cuddles,” you murmured, nuzzling slightly against his chest. Blimey, he was a good cuddler. He chuckled and placed another gentle kiss on your head.

You sniffled again and sneezed against him before quickly apologizing. At this point, you were bound to get him sick too.

“Don’t worry about it,” he cooed, brushing his thumb against your cheek comfortingly. “It’s gonna take more than the sniffles to get rid of me,” he reassured. Getting sick from you was the least of his worries right now.

“Now, get some rest,” he whispered into your hair, resting his face on the top of your head. You didn’t protest this time, you were way too comfortable. Happy and safe in his arms you found yourself quickly drifting off to sleep. 

The Doctor was soon to follow, exhausted from all of your travels, though he would never admit it.

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[msfantasy]

Betrothed to a Gaunt

Ending

Summary: MC is betrothed to Ominis Gaunt.

Ominis and Y/n's Wedding Day

The Ominis x Reader

The final year was one of the most challenging years of your life.

You sat at Uncle Archies side, holding his hand. A tear rolls down his face questioning if he made the wrong decision. Had he ruined your life before it barely began? Has he subjected you to a life of unhappiness by promising your hand to Ominis Gaunt? Regret fills his eyes, in his final moments. Determined not to let Uncle Archie die a regrettable death, you continued to whisper reassurances as Ominis sits on a wooden chair behind you, stroking your back to remind you he is there.

"No Uncle Archie, you did nothing wrong. I haven't had the chance to tell you but Ominis and I have fallen for each other." The lies roll of your tongue effortlessly, dripping in a convincing tone. Uncle Archie sucks in air, relief filling his soul. "If it weren't for you, I never would have opened my heart to Ominis. I am incredibly grateful for all you have done for me, because of you I have gone every day of my life being loved as a daughter, and because of you, I will continued to be loved as a wife, and one day as a mother. Because of you, I will continue to experience life's greatest mystery." You announce pressing a kiss to Archies hand, tears rolling down both of your faces. A long fated smile draws on Archies face, the kind of smile you haven't seen in years due to his illness.

"My darling girl, I am so grateful for the happiness you unknowingly brought into my life." Achie sucks in air desperately trying to finish his sentence. "Though I have never had my own children, you will always be my darling daughter - thank you for everything." He smiles with his last breath. Uncle Archies eyes closed with his final classic smile etched deeply into his face.

You relent a yearning cry as you collapse onto the floor, loosing the most important man in your life. Ominis without a second thought kneels on the ground with you, holding your sobbing forms as screams of pain ring from your throat until the air is ripped from your lungs leaving no sounds.

To add to the worst year of your life, a long-term pining romance squashed before it even began. The heart-break was immense, however, Imelda and Ominis was there to comfort you.

Ominis felt guilty over the whole ordeal, he stormed his house attempting to call of the engagement, only for you to calm him down and remind him that the deed has already been done, and that there was no going back, reminding him gently the romance you sacrificed and to not let it be in vain.

Sebastian remained distant from his two friends. You tried to reach out, only for Sebastian to respectfully request space from you.

You have all since graduated. Unable to rekindle your friendship with Sebastian, you had no choice but to let bygones be bygones. You dedicated all your free time to meticulously planing the wedding of your dreams. Even if it wasn't to the love of your life, you were going to enjoy the day with the sudden money you now had access to.

It was the night before your wedding and in a drunken haze, Ominis went stumbling to Feldcroft moaning his sobbing apologies for ruining his best friends chance at a happy life. Sebastian looked down pitifully at the broken and mournful Ominis Gaunt. A man who was always regal and refined, reduced to a sniffling mess at Sebastians feet.

Sebastian carried his old-mate to the near by bank with a couple of glasses to drink from, the two looked out over the water and had an honest heart to heart. A conversation that remains private between the two til this day. Whatever was discussed left Ominis sleeping on the ground with a soft smile pressed along his lips. Sebastian turns his gaze away from the sky looking towards Ominis, filled with solace at his sleeping figure.

Sebastian continued to wait patiently for you to respond to his owl, requesting for you to pick up your fiancé. It was only about an hour later that you had appeared before your jilted lover and your fiancé.

You gently roll Ominis over checking with great concern if he was injured. Stress ran through your blood when Ominis did not return back to the Gaunt mansion.

"Thank you Sebastian...." You say with grace. Gently easing Ominis into your arms. You smile awkwardly at Sebastian, whilst he returns your gaze undeterred.

"I will be attending the ceremony." He announces, which was of surprise to you. "I'll see you later." Sebastian stands, dusting off the blades of grass from his trousers. He retreats to his small cottage home leaving a very heavy and passed out Ominis to take care of.

Apperating into the Gaunt foyer you release Ominis on the marble floor with as much care as possible.

"Blimey brother, on your wedding day of all days." Marvolo snickers in amusement. Mrs. Gaunt flys through the foyer with an entourage to follow.

"Marvolo my dear, be a good boy and help your brother prepare for the ceremony. Chop, chop everyone! We only have 6 hours until the ceremony begins!" Mrs. Gaunt claps striding into the garden continuing to point out the set up required.

Exhausted from your sleepless night you retreat to the bathroom drawing a warm bath with salts and your favourite scents. You let yourself sink into the warmth as you review the crazy year that has passed, all the drama leading back to this very day.

Stepping out of the bath you sit before the dressing table in a slip, your make up was pressed on delicately leaving your make up flawless. Your hair placed expertly in the exact style selected. Your gown was freshly pressed and placed over your elegant form. You were a true sight to behold. Every woman would aspire to be the glowing bride that you have presented today.

You stand at the top of the steps anxiously looking out of the crowd. A sea of faces staring at you, you waver in your resolve only for Sebastian to grab your hand twisting it around his arm.

"There, there. We cannot have a bride running away now can we?" He says as he begins to guide you down the stairs.

"Where's Marvolo?" Sebastian scoffs at your question.

"Would you seriously rather him right now?" You nod in agreement.

"Fair point... I'm just surprised you're here." You announce gently looking over at Sebastian who has his gaze set towards the alter.

"I would never miss the wedding of my two best friends... besides... If your Uncle Archie were here, he'd slap me upside the head and tell me to be a gentleman... I know he would've spent the whole evening bragging about how beautiful his 'darling girl' is." A laugh sniffles from you, tears edging a long your waterline.

"He would've." You agree. Reaching the alter you turn to Sebastian whom lifts your veil kissing you on the cheek, you grab his sleeve again. Sadden by him leaving your side.

"It's okay... I promise I'll still be here. I won't act like a git again." You hug Sebastian firmly. Guilt escaping you. You felt like you were both back to your old selves.

You lay your eyes for the first time on Ominis. He looked handsome standing in his tailored suit. He holds his hand out waiting for you, reaching out your grasp his hand. The officiant stands before you announcing your union, you begin to whisper to each other.

"So Sebastian his here..." You say only for Ominis to smile once again.

"We had a good chat." He says, looking back to the officiant. "You know for someone who didn't want to marry me, you sure pulled together the most extravagant wedding of the century. My father just about cried at the invoice." You snort trying to imagine his fathers face. The officiant glares at the two, making the two silent before snickering again. The officiant declares a moment of silence of the crowd as the two are to whisper their vows, as the promise is only for each other to hear. Ominis leans in first.

"Y/n, I vow to continue to fiercely love you if not as a husband, than as a friend from now and forever. I promise to never forget this bond we share. I vow in the deepest part of my soul that no matter what challenges might carry us apart, we will always find our way together." A smile erupts from you as you lean in whispering your own vows.

"I have laughed with you, cried with you, cared for you and shared a part of my life with you. I get to build a home with you, and live in a home with my best friend. I get to spend the rest of my life with you, and that is a privilege I'm honoured to experience. Thank you Ominis, for being there for me in my weakest moments, and sharing with my my greatest moments. I vow to be there for you, as you have always been for me." You say, Ominis stiffens under the sincerity of your words.

The unbreakable vow glows softly as the officiant calls for a final kiss to seal the deal.

Leaning in you press your lips to Ominis's for the first time. Your lips smooth and melt together in perfect unison, a buzz runs through your mouth at the electrical feeling. Ominis is the first to depart from your amalgamation leaving you wanting more.

The crowd cheers at the end of ceremony, Ominis steps back reaching his hand out to you.

The night continued on, the food selection was delightful. People stuffed their glutinous bellies with the finest meal they've ever had. The cake was cut and eaten, the champagne was pouring from end to end. The first dance was dream with all eyes watching the two forms gliding across the floor carelessly.

The dance concluded as Sebastian strides towards the newly weds. "May I have this dance?" Sebastian asks as Ominis steps to the side and leaves to retrieve some refreshments.

"I have't had the chance to tell you how stunning you look." Sebastian whispers to you. "I'm sorry for acting out like a child and not being there for you when you needed support most." He says gesturing to the passing of Archie. "I hope you can forgive me, and have me back as a friend." He asks in a broken whisper, terrified of your answer.

"I would love nothing more than to have you back in my life." You answer honestly. Sebastian sighs, grateful for your readiness to forgive.

The wedding party continued to rage on through out the night, however, the newly weds bid their adues. Now you were being taken by carriage to your new home gifted by non-other than your husband. It was a quaint little home with a glass portion of the house that appeared to be a reading nook.

Your feet thump along the floorboards as you run wild through your new home giggling at the beauty and the aesthetics of the home, it's all yours. Everything you had always wanted and Ominis is the one who made it all happen.

You turn back looking at the smiling man, bemused by your childish excitement. You jump into his arms, pushing him back into the cushy couch behind him.

"I love it! I love it! I love it!" You yell with a Ominis laughing under your surprise attack. You sink into his chest, his laugh slowly dying off. "And, I love you." You whispered. He smiled a friendly grin.

"I love you too." He says back kindly, you only shook your head.

"No - not like that." You announce pressing your lips to his once again. You brush your tongue against his lips begging to enter his mouth.

Ominis pulls away from your intoxicating mouth. "Wait-what about Sebastian?" He questions, you roll your eyes.

"My feelings for him long left the day he gave up. Besides was it not you who remained at my side for all of my highs an lows? You've proven yourself to me time and time again Ominis. I want to be with you, you are my husband after all." Giggles erupt from both of you.

"Misses Y/n Gaunt." He says tucking stands of hair behind your ear. "I don't remember when was the exact moment my feelings for you bloomed. But one of my fondest memories was when you went to a large wildflower field and you gave me a jar full of dried flowers to smell what it was like." Your laughter echos through the rooms.

"We were like 7!" He nodded.

"That's as far back as I can remember." You look at Ominis with great adoration. "Now I'm married to the love of my life..." He whispers pulling you into a long kiss.

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A/n: 1 more parts to come. Your wedding night *wink wink

Also I wrote this all in one sitting and I don't feel like editing so ...

Tags: @nightlightings @abbiesxox

#ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x reader #gaunt x reader #ominis imagine #ominis gaunt imagine #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis x mc #ominis x y/n #ominis gaunt x y/n #hogwarts legacy imagine

[bi-bard]

We Ain't Angry at You, Love, You're the Greatest Thing We've Lost - Dream of the Endless Imagine [The Sandman]

Title: We Ain't Angry at You, Love, You're the Greatest Thing We've Lost

Pairing: Morpheus | Dream of the Endless X Dream!Reader

Based On: You're Gonna Go Far

Word Count: 1,638 words

Warning(s): Morpheus being a dick, mention of bullying/mistreatment

Summary: After the events with the Corinthian and the Dream Vortex, many thought that Morpheus may have run out of any remaining kindness and leniency. However, they were gravely mistaken. It simply took a well-intentioned dream to prove it.

Author's Note: I think I've changed this song's story about four times. I'm sorry. Everything just felt repetitive.

STICK SEASON [WE'LL ALL BE HERE FOREVER] - NOAH KAHAN WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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After Morpheus went missing, I had been consumed by a deep fear that I would never be able to find a sense of purpose for myself.

It wasn't until a few years later that I finally allowed myself to leave the Dreaming behind me. It was terrifying at first. It was still largely unknown to me. I had to adjust and learn. However, once I started to do that, it was as if all of the puzzle pieces snapped into place.

I had never known peace like I did during my time on Earth.

For nearly a century, I had crafted myself a perfect home. I had established relationships and connections. I had become a fixture.

For the first time, there was a purpose for me that did not feel forced. One that did not leave me feeling burnt out or angry. I was able to merely exist and be enough for those around me.

Yes, there were hard times. I didn't age like humans did. There were times when I would need to move in order to avoid them figuring that out, but then I got to find a new web of people to connect myself to.

It was everything to me.

I had thought about what my life would have been like if I hadn't been confined to the Dreaming, but getting to actually experience it was... perfect.

It was a shame that my perfection was so cruelly interrupted.

I had no indication that anything was wrong as I walked into the small place that I had grown to call my own.

Maybe that was my fault. Maybe I hadn't been paying enough attention. Maybe spending my time in this realm had left me blind to the signs of my old one.

That was the only explanation I had for not being prepared to see Morpheus standing in my living room.

I jumped when I saw him. It had been a century. I had been under the impression that he wasn't coming back. I had convinced myself that I was perfectly safe here because Lucienne hadn't tried to stop me and I had spent so much time here.

It may have sounded foolish, but I wanted to believe it.

"Morpheus," I said quietly, still trying to grapple with the fact that he was alive and standing before me.

"Hello, (Y/n)," he replied.

I stepped inside quickly, shutting and locking the door behind me. "What are you doing here?"

"You abandoned the Dreaming."

"So did the Corinthian," I countered as I set my stuff on the dining room table. "Surely, he is of more importance than I am."

Morpheus's jaw clenched. "I have a plan to take care of the Corinthian and the harm that he has caused."

"The Corinthian has done nothing short of living up to the limits and purpose that you defined for him," I continued. "His work extended to the world of the waking, but you are the reason that he has been able to do such a thing."

"He is not important at this moment. You returning to the Dreaming is."

"Did you not also abandon the Dreaming," I asked, ignoring his statement almost entirely. Delaying the inevitable, but I had no interest in calling it that at the time.

"I was imprisoned," he corrected. "I had no escape for a century. You chose to run out of selfishness."

"Yours was due to imprisonment, mine was out of necessity,"

"Lucienne was watching over the realm. You were safe there."

"I was not when you were in power. Your absence did not change that for better or worse. All that changed was the crumbling of buildings."

He paused for a moment. "I do not understand."

"You never wanted to," I muttered. I crossed my arms and stood in front of him.

"Explain it to me. Tell me why you felt it was so necessary to abandon any and all responsibility that you had."

"Your other dreams and nightmares tormented me as much as they tormented the humans that they had been assigned to," I said bluntly, stepping forward as I did so. "Are you truly shocked that I decided to leave when I knew that it would be safe for me to do so?"

Morpheus had no answer to my question. His jaw merely clenched and his back straightened, as if making himself taller would cause me to step down from this argument.

I shook my head. "You need to go-"

"Regardless of the reason, you have a purpose in the Dreaming," he replied. "You will not abandon it."

"You have been gone for a hundred years, you have no right to demand things of me-"

"It would be wise of you to remember your place," he cut me off. I felt as if the blood in my veins ran cold. "You may return on your own or I will ensure that you do."

"Lord Morpheus," I scoffed. "How could you possibly be so selfish-"

My words were cut off as a cloud of sand surrounded me. It felt as if I had no opportunity to realize what was happening before I was suddenly standing back in the Dreaming.

It was darker than I remembered. Colder. It was clear that some work had been done since it had started to crumble to pieces years ago, but something was still very clearly wrong.

I would have been more worried about the state of the realm if I had not been so consumed by my anger.

I still had a million things to say to Morpheus. Explanations and accusations and pleas. All of them equally important... and all of them going equally unheard.

I had relented to bothering him and Lucienne. I had been told over and over that there was no time. That I needed to get back to what I had been created for.

But I had experienced so much beyond that now. I couldn't just let it go.

I was upsetting them. I knew it. It was a shame that I didn't feel any guilt over that.

It wasn't until the dust settled around the Corinthian's actions and the Vortex that Morpheus ever decided to speak with me.

I walked into the main hall with my heart almost in my throat. I tried to calm myself down. It wasn't going well. I had been so angry before this. So focused on his refusal that now that I would be able to talk to him, I lost every argument that I wanted to make.

Terrified felt like both a word that was too intense and not intense enough.

When I made it there, he was standing at the top of his stairs, staring up at the large stained-glass windows in the room. I took a deep breath.

"You asked to see me, sir," I called.

Morpheus turned around and began walking down the steps. "Yes. There is a discussion that needs to be had."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What about, sir?"

"About your place here in the Dreaming," he replied.

"Oh?"

"When I sent you back to the Dreaming, I was focused on rebuilding the realm," he explained. "It had fallen apart during my absence, and I knew that returning the dreams that had escaped would aid in returning it to where it was meant to be.

"I understand now that my actions were selfish. My assumption that the world would be the same as it was before my imprisonment led me to ignore the wishes and knowledge of those who cared for me and the realm as a whole. The results were heartless. Blind."

I didn't respond. I was still uneasy about the meeting. He stepped forward a bit.

"The Dreaming was never as kind to you as I wished it to be," he muttered. "I am sorry for not addressing that. For not protecting you as I always should have."

"Thank you," I murmured. Having him acknowledge it would have been enough for the time being. However, that was not the only thing that Morpheus had to say.

"I wish to send you back," he continued. "Back to that life that you had made for yourself in the waking world. If you will allow me to do so."

I felt tears fill my eyes. "Sir, are you being serious?"

A small grin formed on his face. "Yes."

I let out a breathy, shocked laugh before quickly moving forward and hugging him as tightly as I could. I had forgotten any formal behavior or respectful actions in that moment. I almost pulled back and apologized but was stopped by him hugging me back and chuckling to himself.

"Thank you," I murmured.

"You have nothing to thank me for."

I stepped back slowly, smiling fully at him. "When can I leave?"

"Whenever you are ready."

"Now?"

"Are you ready now?"

"Yes."

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a handful of sand. "Well, then I believe that the only thing left is to wish you good luck."

"Thank you, Lord Morpheus."

He nodded to me once before holding out his hand and blowing a handful of sand at me.

I closed my eyes as the sand swept up around me. As the wind died down, I opened my eyes again. I found myself in the hall of my apartment building.

I smiled again before rushing to the door. I found my spare key under the welcome mat and quickly made it inside.

I let out a sigh as I looked around. Everything was exactly how I'd left it. It was all perfect. Not a speck out of place.

I chuckled to myself as my tears filled my eyes.

I had never known peace like that before.

And I would never be more grateful that I was finally given the chance to experience it.

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[ranposgirlboss]

rubs my hands all maniacally😍

a little birdie told me that your requests are open!

i was thinking abt the bsd boys reacting to a s/o that eats the weirdest food combinations LMAO

i eat cheese puffs and hot sauce aND WHEN I WAS YOUNGER I ATE APPLES WITH KETCHUP BAHAH

anyways that’s all 🙏

BAJUAHJSGVHSABJGASHJBSAGHVSBJGASBHJ BRO IF U LIKE THAT EAT APPLES AND SOYSAUCE ITS SO BANGER!!! THE SWEET AND SALTY SAVOURY FEEL >>>> also popcorn and ketchup is so real

ALSO PROPS TO MY BESTIE FOR HELPING ME WITH SOME OF THESE IDEAS!! (mainly poes) THANK HER IN YOUR HEARTS BC SHE DOESNT HAVE AN ACC ON HERE!!!

i HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THESE OMG

chara list: tecchou, jouno, ranpo, poe and dazai,

GENRE: FLUFF >:))

i made them all little skrunklies in this >:))

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TECCHOU

-IM SORRY IF I SPELLED THAT HORRIBLY WRONG I ALWAYS CALL HIM KATCHOW (-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩)

-omg yall would be married instantly

-he has the papers signed

-FINALLY SOMEONE WHO WILL TRY SOME OF HIS COMBINATIONS!!!

-feels so understood

-if you ask him to try ur combos, HE WILL ALWAYS ACCEPT. A FELLOW WEIRD FOOD LOVER IN ARMS IS IN NEED OF HIS ASSISTANCE, AND HE CANNOT REFUSE.

-WOULD TAKE YOU OUT ON DATES AND GET EXTREMELY CONCERNED LOOKS FROM WAITERS.

-has had to protect you from jounos plots of world domination against weird food lovers and plots to murder you

-yall have a list of ur favorite food.

-so sexy

JOUNO

-(he looks so cute as a skrunkle anyways)

-haha

-run.

-dont even try to sneak it with him. he may be blind, but his other senses are at their prime and HE IS READY TO THROW HANDS

-"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, ONE TECCHOU WAS HARD ENOUGH I DONT NEED TWO GOD DAMN."

-might actually throw hands with you, like HELL JUST SMACK THE FOOD OUT OF YOUR HAND AND BE LIKE "n o ."

-so silly in theory but when he actually does slap it away it makes you want to beat him up so bad

-YOURE ASS BEST BE GLAD HE LOVES YOU OR HE WOULDVE TRIED TO KILL YOU AT LEAST 5 TIMES

-ugh i love the sassy skrunkle (ignore the fact he can kill you instantly)

RANPO

-WITH HIM, it all depends.

-it depends on how it tastes.

-because if it tastes actually good, HE WILL BE SO HAPPY

-"i knew you had good taste Y/N (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+"

-if it tastes bad to him tho...

-HE WOULD BE SO BETRAYED

-would look like you just insulted his entire bloodline real

-"Y/N, how DARE YOU MAKE ME, THE GREATEST DETECTIVE, TRY THIS."

-it would take a long amount of sorries and sweets to get him to forgive you.

POE

-ok ok so listen

-would probably see you eating the weird ass shit, blink a few times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, then go back to reading

-if you asked him to try it, he would be like "oh sorry i just ate a 5 course meal Y/N" (he's a terrible liar)

-but with him, you could probably convince him to try it 😈

-theres a very high chance he hates it, i know we don't know what their eating habits are like, but poe gives off picky vibes...

-would probably be like "w-wow Y/N thats uhm...that's really good for you Y/N................"

-would never try it again </3

DAZAI

-NGL HE WOULD HAVE WEIRD TASTE BUDS TOO

-I MEAN BRO LITERALLY ATE DOG FOOD AS IF IT WAS A CASUAL TUESDAY

-i feel like he would at least try them, and if he didn't like them, he would CHUCK THOSE BITCHES

-more as a joke then an actual insult, UNLIKE SOMEONE (jouno)

-swears hell pay for them after (he never does)

-one day you threaten to throw him across the room like your damn food he keeps throwing

-he threw extra food that day

-would beg convince you to try dog treats (fun author fact: i used to eat dog food when i was a kid. it sucked ass but i was hungry)

-YALL WOULD DO THOSE CHALLENGES WHERE YOU PUT RANDOM FOOD IN A BLENDER AND SEE HOW IT WOULD TEST.

-honestly just another way to bond with you

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THANKS FOR READING THIS SILLY THING I WROTE AND THANKS FOR REQUESTING ♡(ӦｖӦ｡). I ALWAYS CAN ACCEPT MORE REQS!!!! TYSM!!!!

i forgot to add tags the first TIME I POSTED BAHAJVGBHASGVGASUHJASVGHJABSJ

#anime #bsd #bsd x reader #fluff #food #dazai x reader #jouno x reader #tecchou x reader #poe x reader #bsd poe x reader #ranpo #ranpo x reader #I LOVE THIS IM KEEPING IT FOREVER. #justiceforjared

[clownprince]

Scott Snyder on Death of the Family

"I wanted it to be a story where the Joker is forcing Batman down a twisted version of memory lane, saying, 'I know you loved these adventures we had together.'"

"The Joker is coming and saying, 'Remember all these awesome times we had together,' which are obviously not awesome at all for Batman.

"... In the Joker's mind are these incredibly loving and terrific encounters over the years..."

"... In having the horrible twists, he's saying something to Batman, which is, 'You have forsaken your own kingdom. It's been rotting from the inside for the past couple of years, and I am here to be a corrective to that.' The reason the crimes are inverted is to show that this is the place where rivers run backwards and two-headed beasts are born, and the whole city is wrong because Batman essentially can't man up and be the King he's supposed to be, and admit that the people sitting at his table are a false royal court, convincing him that he's human and tender and soft when he's not. 'You're supposed to be sharp and strong, and that's why I fell in love with you in the first place.'"

"In some ways, I've tried to play this idea of the Joker as Peter Pan a little bit. Even when he says, 'Hello, darling,' the Darling family is the family in Peter Pan."

"He says in issue #13, 'I'm knocking at your window looking for my old shadow.'"

"Really, what the Joker's trying to say to him is that it was better before. 'You were thrilled by me. You won't admit it, but you love that I came along to help you be stronger, to fuel your fantasy, and you do that for me, too.'"

"... 'Together, we're more of a family than any of these people.' In that way, the trip down memory lane was really meant as a kind of love letter to Batman from the Joker..."

"[Joker] considers himself the court jester to Batman, to his king. The way he serves him is by bringing the greatest nightmares of his heart to life, to challenge him to be stronger. He knows the greatest secrets, the dark spaces of Batman's heart... He celebrates those. He says, don't be afraid of them... Celebrate the the things that make you pathological like me, because they're wonderful. To me, that's the Joker, he's the demon on Batman's shoulder all the time. He knows how to get at him, he knows what he's afraid of..."

"He believes he often brings the worst news of Batman's own heart to him in the form of these terrible nightmares he has to fight... If that's his purpose, then he sees this family in a lot of ways as interlopers and people who make his idol, his Bat-king, weak."

"[Joker is] about being your boogeyman. With Batman, he believes he's the guy that makes him stronger by bringing his worst fears to life. And that means some terrible things... It's meant to be a psychological and emotional attack on Batman. The Joker wants to see him survive. He believes he'll be stronger on the other side of it."

"To me, what's so scary about him isn't even the physical things he would do... but it's the fact that he seems to know your worst fears about yourself, and he knows how to convince you that they're true... He has a two-panel interaction with [Harvey Bullock], and the things he can say to Harvey can level [him] and make him pause, this hardened cop, and not know what to do. Almost paralyze him with fear, but of himself."

"In that way, the Joker's kind of the Devil's tongue in our series. In that way, he's very scary and horrific. He looks at Batman and says 'I know what your worst fear is about yourself, and it's true, and I'm here to deliver it and celebrate it with you.'"

"... He's like a demon on Batman's shoulder. He brings these horrifying nightmares to life for Batman and for Bruce because, in his mind, he's sort of serving him. He's saying in some way, 'I'm doing this to show you the great things about yourself.'"

"... Joker is saying 'You're more than just a person, you're not one of them, you're a symbol and I'm a symbol. We're bigger than this and when you have a family or you think Bruce Wayne matters, you diminish yourself; you make yourself flesh and blood and all these things that will end. Be something like me: I cut my face off to show you there's nothing beneath it than more clown and beneath you is bat. So let's be these things.'"

"... He's the villain that exposes the darkest corners of Bruce's heart. He's the one that revels in that. He loves his relationship to Batman in that he sees himself as having a special bond with him. He loves saying to him, 'You and I are similar and that's wonderful.' He loves pointing out the pathology in Batman in saying, 'This is what makes you special. This is what makes you like me. This is what makes you wonderful. That's not something you should be ashamed of.'"

"... You wish once in a while you didn't have to worry about your family, and the Joker takes that kernel of truth where 'God I wish I had one day if I didn't have to worry about them' and says 'I'll give you that day, but for your whole life.' ... To him, it was about proving he could drive a wedge between Bruce and the rest of his family, to say 'Your relationship with me, if I show you the way you've acted, the way you love me, I'll prove to the family you're not the great father you think you are.'"

"[The Joker] says 'I heard what you said, you want your family dead.' Batman's like 'No, I didn't say that, I didn't think that,' and the Joker says, 'Yes you did, you just won't admit it. I heard it in your head.'"

"[Joker proves] to Batman that he would behave in the wrong way at first... That he wouldn't tell them about the card in the cave and that he wouldn't tell them how he's going after the Joker and that he's got Alfred. That he'd keep it from them to protect them.

"By doing those things, the Joker is strengthening his case that, 'Deep down Batman only wants to fight with me alone; he loves me more than you.'"

"... To me, the whole story is about the Joker saying, 'You love me more than them, and I'm going to prove it to you. You love me more than them because you won't kill me. By not killing me, you're leaving the key under the mat and the window open for me to climb in in the middle of the night and kill them in their beds. Your little family; you want that to happen.'"

"... It was really about the Joker trying to prove a point: At the end of the day, you love me more than you love them. And you will do the wrong thing because your deepest desire is to not have them around anymore."

"... It was about Joker saying 'You and your allies, Batman, you and this little family you've built, they're a false table before you and I'm going to prove that. And in proving that I'm going to divide you.' Because the truth is, he could've cut their faces off easily. He could've done that, but why didn't he? Because it wasn't his point, and that's the idea. He's laughing at them by not having done it."

"What the Joker does is he takes something you're proud of about yourself and convinces you that your worst fears about it are true and that it's a weakness... [The] Joker's very good at making you believe that that's what makes you incapable of winning against him. So what Joker's saying here is, 'You built this family and it will always cause you to lose...' So it's a weakness. But is it a weakness, or is it a sign of growth and maturity and strength?"

"[Snyder] sees [Batman] as having outgrown the loner posturing that the Joker (and I'd add many fans) feel is somehow integral to the character... While the potential targets he's surrounded himself with might make him vulnerable to his enemies, Batman's family keeps him human, keeps him sane."

#the quotes are from like half a dozen different interviews #I didn't save the URLs for any of them sorry 😭 #uhhh #idk how to tag this one???

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

face the music - a close reading

faith in the future, track 5

LYRIC ANALYSIS

Good and bad and right and wrong Are stories made up when we’re young to scare us Love and hate are in between Depends on your reality to see them

// “do you ever ask why it’s not black and white”, bigger than me

“scare us” - scared into walking a straight line (pun intended) young people being scared into following someone else’s will/rules // “don’t know why they put all of this on us when we're so young”, we made it

// “i can't believe i gave in to the pressure, when they said a love like this would never last”, too young

love and hate are in a grey area, and sometimes they even cross over; they’re far from opposites. stop trying to define love, put it all into boxes

-> “depends on your reality”: can everyone finally accept that their very personal experience with emotions can’t be applied to everyone else?

PERSPECTIVE

I just wanna stay in the moment the rest of my life

So one more night I’m gonna choose I don’t wanna face the music But I still wanna dance with you

Let’s buy some time For what we shouldn’t do I don’t wanna face the music But I still wanna dance with you I still wanna dance with

“your reality” followed by “in the moment” -> he wants to stay in his reality, in his love, for the rest of his life. no more giving in to pressure, other voices trying to convince them of something they could never know better anyway

“for the rest of my life” <> “one more night” and “i’m gonna choose” -> where is the choice he’s making? it sounds like he’s choosing to stay in the moment for just one more night, while the “but” after “i don’t wanna” implies that he kind of has no choice.

he knows where his responsibilities are, he knows how to get through this life after figuring a lot out on his own, by following his own instincts. // bigger than me, we made it, the greatest, etc. he knows he has to face his responsibilities, but he doesn’t want to lose love in the process (this time around). he’s realised he can make his own reality, away from the made-up stories, where he can be a responsible person while also thriving in love

“face the music”: figure of speech that means you have to face reality/life/consequences, but it’s also amazingly applicable to louis’s life in a literal sense - the responsibilities he has to face in the music industry, with his career

“dance with you” // perfect now

Close your eyes and count to ten If you’re standing on the edge of falling Open up and looking down Everything that matters is forgotten I just wanna stay in the moment the rest of my life

-> change your perspective // bigger than me, all this time, she is beauty, “look at the horizon, does it make you feel small” angels fly, holding on to heartache, (paradise)

louis and sadness, depression: on the edge of falling - he knows what it’s like you feel like you’re slipping into darkness, and this album is full of louis saying that you have to hold on to yourself. it’s you doing the counting, it’s you doing the breathing, it’s you taking the time to prevent yourself from falling. - in the context of the song, it’s about feeling lost in what others have been telling you to do, in what responsibilities have come with life, things that seem like they’ll take away what makes you you / who you love.

what sometimes seems like it matters most in the entire world can change. take a breather, take a step back, and you’ll already see things differently - especially if you’re standing on the edge and it’s either standing ground and braving the challenges up there or falling down into unknown darkness

- staying in the moment helps him put the darkness of his life in perspective, helps let in the light. enjoying the little things, the moments of joy, of simplicity, help brave the challenges. his problems aren’t solved, and maybe they can never be solved, and he realises it can’t be his sole focus to try to fix them - and that that’s also not a case of forgetting his responsibilities

So one more night ...

SYNTHESIS

Face the Music’s opening sounds ring from ear to ear, like we’re dizzy, disoriented. The rush of what others are saying, of how much pressure there is, all the responsibilities you have to fulfill. Then it’s Louis breaking through and putting his foot down, because he won’t be led anymore by that whirlwind. He knows what he has to do in his life, things that make him happy and things that don’t make him happy, but it’s all in balance. There are times when you can lose perspective, and feel forced to (only) do things that are expected of you, while you feel like you’re neglecting what makes you happy. It feels like you should always be doing the right thing, because doing something purely for pleasure has the connotation of getting you nowhere. Louis says fuck that! Let’s have both! He’ll so what’s best for the life he wants to live, and that also includes following his heart and having fun, next to his responsibilities. He’ll slow down and live in the moment, enjoy the bright sparks of joy that he experiences, which otherwise he wouldn’t have appreciated if he’d always focused on the heavy duties in his life. Those heavy duties also become easier to bear once happiness is let in. The darkness is kept at bay with the light shining a little brighter.

Once again a testament to perspective and how it can turn your entire life around for the better - something Louis is telling us from experience, and also as a reminder to himself.

#lyric analysis #face the music #I FINALLY DID ANOTHER ONE #the holidays are over and the brain may come back into a functioning rhythm again #lyric analyses

[aroacemisha]

Hey misha. What's the difference of rl belos' views on witches from canon belos'?.

Canon Belos is (or was, I guess, rip) firmly stuck in the beliefs that were ingrained in him by the witch hunters. Before Caleb's death, it was possible he could be reached and deradicalized (especially if you believe he was targeting Evelyn and only killed Caleb by accident, and thus might've been willing to reconnect with him had he not died), but after Caleb's death, he became more and more convinced he had to be right, and him changing his mind became even more unlikely.

One reason for it is the sheer power of fundamentalist conditioning making him resistant to doubting his own beliefs, as doubt and critical thinking are the greatest enemy of fundamentalism.

He also had to keep justifying Caleb's death to himself. He was traumatized by it, and deep down he knew he failed his brother, but he's very resistant to admitting that it was his fault. He'll blame it on Evelyn, Caleb, and even the whole Boiling Isles, but never himself. Plus he had to keep justifying his killing of witches, and the more of them he killed, the more he had to believe it was right, he couldn't even consider the possibility that all of those people he killed could have been innocent.

(Side note, this is also why I get annoyed by people who think he should've felt sorry about killing Caleb or apologized to Luz or something at the end, because he couldn't. If he recognized he was wrong about even one thing, that would open the door for him to question if he was wrong about other things too. Again, he's a fundamentalist, and I think some people have either forgotten or have never been aware in the first place just how powerful that conditioning is. And that's on top of even regular people not necessarily feeling comfortable when their beliefs are challenged)

I also previously theorized how it seems that his view of morality may consider it an inherent trait, at least in witches for sure. That would've contributed to him still not being convinced that witches aren't evil after living among them for centuries, and despite being trusted and shown kindness by them on multiple occasions. He would think they're just trying to trick him or "tempt him into sin", since they're all Evil.

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As for RL Belos, he did try to kill Evelyn, but failed to kill anyone. It was difficult, but Caleb managed to calm him down and convince him to give the Boiling Isles a chance. Philip remained hostile for months, but cracks were gradually beginning to form in his beliefs.

Caleb and Evelyn would disprove smaller beliefs at first, like showing him that floating on water isn't a magical/witch-only ability, first through Caleb showing he can do it, and then getting Philip to do it - in shallow water, and promising that Caleb will help him up if he sinks. But once he started to doubt and question what he was taught without immediately shutting those thoughts down, it began to unravel. The change took longer for him than for Caleb, but he ultimately came to accept witches, and the Boiling Isles as a whole, as well as his own queerness.

In terms of his beliefs about witches, he also came to believe that witch society was better than human society, as while some witches did look down on him due to his lack of magic, there weren't entire communities of "human hunters". That just wasn't a thing.

Ending up in the Human Realm again post-Day of Unity also made it clear that, at this point, Belos feels more at home on the Boiling Isles than in his hometown. The Human Realm felt foreign to him, with only a few things he still recognized and missed, like the rain. He has assimilated into Boiling Isles culture, and he looks more like a witch than a human.

TL;DR: Canon Belos couldn't let go of his hatred of witches even in his last moments, meanwhile RL Belos is in a happy gay marriage with a witch, is comfortable with looking like a witch, and has assimilated into Boiling Isles culture.

#asks #toh #the owl house #owl house #emperor belos #philip wittebane #toh au #the owl house au #retired leaders au #belos wittebane #caleb wittebane #caleb clawthorne #wittebane brothers

[thehuggingisajustfortodaything36]

Recently there has been some news about how Phineas and Ferb will be getting two more seasons. As exciting as that is, I for one think there are other Disney Channel shows that should get another season because they were cancelled and the creators as well as some fans of those shows wanted at least one more season. Do not get me wrong, I like Phineas and Ferb and thought it was a good show, but I also felt like it was a show that had just the right amount of airtime and it seems to be very popular amongst the Disney company itself and a whole lot of people, whereas the following shows I’m about to talk about were very short lived and are not considered to be nearly as popular as Phineas and Ferb in terms of how Disney handled these shows and how it seemed like there were not as many fans of these shows compared to Phineas and Ferb.

(Potential spoilers for this show)

Wander Over Yonder was a show created Craig McCracken about a traveler named Wander who travels alongside his best friend Sylvia throughout the galaxy trying to help people with their problems any way they can, while a villain named Lord Hater and his second in command Commander Peepers set out to take over and rule the entire galaxy, but constantly fail to do so because of Wander either always getting in the way or annoying Hater with wanting to be his friend thereby ruining his plans for galactic conquest. The first season was very episodic where there were not many episodes that connected to each other, but you could still have tons of fun with the characters and humor that were presented throughout. Season two is where things started to get a little more interesting with an overarching plot of how there’s a new threat to the galaxy named Lord Dominator, a much more competent and dangerous villain compared to Hater, whose plan isn’t to rule the galaxy so much as destroy it, so it’s up to Wander, Sylvia, Hater, and Peepers to come up with some way to stop her before the entire galaxy lays in ruins, a little more dramatic but still fun all the same. Sadly there would never be a third season because it got cancelled which was such a shame because there were definitely more stories that could’ve been told like ‘What if Wander’s greatest challenge isn’t to convince Hater to become good but Peepers, since he’s the one who really cares about taking over the galaxy and not Lord Hater who really only wants to be popular and isn’t really that much of a villain compared to Peepers’ or ‘What would happen if Wander was to go to Earth’ or maybe even do backstory episodes about Wander, Sylvia, Hater, and Peepers. It doesn’t seem like there might even be a season three since Craig McCracken no longer works at Disney, but it would’ve been nice to see one. 🪕

(Potential spoilers for this show)

Milo Murphy’s Law was a show created by the very people who made Phineas and Ferb, Dan Povenmire and Jeff “Swampy” Marsh about a boy named Milo Murphy living through life with the constantly chaotic and at times unpredictable Murphy’s Law always being with him wherever he goes, Murphy’s Law being ‘Whatever can go wrong will go wrong’. In my opinion, I liked this show a lot more than Phineas and Ferb and I really do wish it had the same type of popularity as Phineas and Ferb as well as a season three. I just absolutely adore the characters in this show, my overall favorites being Milo Murphy, a character who despite all the craziness and bad luck that Murphy’s Law brings into his life always tries to find a way to overcome all the chaos thrown his way and manages to do it with an upbeat attitude and he’s just so nice and adorable to boot, as well as Vinnie Dakota and Balthazar Cavendish, two time travelers from the future who are assigned with what may be the most important mission of their lives… protecting Milo Murphy, I mean pistachios. Seriously though I always thought it would have been amazing and sweet to see Milo potentially being their ward/protege as well as him kind of being like a son to them whereas they would be like teachers and father figures to Milo throughout season three if there would’ve been a season three. I really do wish there was a season three and I think the creators would’ve loved to have a Milo Murphy’s Law Season Three, but supposedly that’s still up in the air. Here’s to hoping! 🎒

(Potential spoilers for this show)

Finally we have DuckTales (2017) created by Matt Youngberg and Francisco Angones about Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webby going on adventures all over the world, finding treasures and the meaning of family, with the greatest adventurer and richest duck in the world Scrooge McDuck. You might be wondering why I consider this to be a series that doesn’t seem as popular as Phineas and Ferb and the reason I think that is because not only was this cancelled when the staff had more ideas for the show including a Negaduck episode that never came to be, but also think about it Phineas and Ferb was a series that came out around 2007/2008 and to this day even though it ended originally in 2015 there are still tons of reruns of this extremely popular show whereas DuckTales (2017) ended in 2021 and there are little to no reruns at all and the only time it seems like they show any reruns are when it’s Halloween or Christmas and they simply show the holiday specials that were made which were only three in total. Even though it’s a series that’s been off the air for a short while, I still wish that there was a season four that could’ve properly given characters like Huey, Gyro, Boyd, Fenton, Gandra, Fethry, and even Negaduck more screen time and episodes dedicated to them. I have no idea if Disney will ever give this series a season four or maybe even some sort of TV movie, but not all hope is lost because even though so far this series doesn’t seem to be on the same level of popularity as Phineas and Ferb, maybe in a couple years time it will be and maybe there can be some sort of continuation because of that. At least I hope so. 🦆

#I hope you enjoyed reading this #I really do wish that all of the series I mentioned could’ve had more seasons #wander over yonder #milo murphy's law #ducktales 2017 #I love all these series so much and I wish they had a second chance

[deusvervewrites]

Descendant x True Liberation: Perhaps we may be able to see the impossible world without racial discrimination against the Quirkless...

I remember seeing an ask about some of the spy AUs crossovered and in one battle they needed to stop fighting and figure out who is fighting for who, and i remember deducting they all effectively worked for nedzu at the end of the day. It was the most amusing shit and i dont know where the fuck it is so i could laugh at it again.

what could be the greatest combo of AUs to make the most pimped out support crew UA has never seen before them?

correct me if i'm wrong but did griffinguy24 get the singularity OfA at the entrance exam idea from your ask game or did he come up with the idea and that im grasping at straws when in reality it's a coincidence.

Public Knowledge x Profane Torch: this combo looks like a bad idea considering what started Public Knowledge, at the end of the day, the hero removed the secret part of the secret war between OfA and AfO and it does not matter if the roles swap ngl.

what would be the best combination of AU crossovers to make the most OP Izuku Midoriya?

HPSC President: i forgot he did it intentionally but the fact he managed to survive long enough to cleanse the corruption without losing like, 50% to 99% of his dignity amuses me more, or i forgot a line or two... regardless... Rescue Heroes deserve more love than they do in canon ngl, not every living and breathing person is going to be thrilled when the #1 hero just defeated the 9,542,105,281,691th villain over being thrilled about people getting rescued out of a desperate situation. And gloryhog heroes deserve to rot in a ditch then after hell for all i care.

Homeroom Teacher Torino x Homeroom Teacher Miruko x Longshot x UA University: Nedzu needed more professors to teach his students, so he challenges Miruko to be one, get Torino onboard as a teacher for UA once more, and bails Nagant out to both spite the HPSC and get another professor onboard. unless i missed something lol

Class Vill-A x HPSC President: Izuku manages to make contact with his fellow schoolmates in 1-A and convinces them to make himself as the president of HPSC, so they could get rid of the cringe-ass nae nae baby of a system with ease, and if he turns after all the power gets to him, they'll be the first ones to turn him in and 1-A all agrees with his plan. though if i missed a detail, this would only be an interesting but impossible thought.

All Future Time-Travel Fix Its + 8&9 in time crossover: it's a hodgepodge of chaos when they all collectively don't understand how when they want something gone like MLA it was taken down already by a Future someone who had more resources than the others. Then later on, they all arrive at a round table and begin to properly coordinate on what they should do instead of it being a race of who gets to do it first.

Eraser Midoriya x Equivalent Exchange: this combo is weird ngl but i want something out of it lol.

Descendant x True Liberation: That's the goal anyway!

This one

Good question. I don't think any of my AUs specifically upgrade the Support Department though

849 predates the Singularity AU by a good while, and both were predated by multiple fics with the premise of Midoriya being able to hear the vestiges early. The earliest one I've personally seen is Imaginary (started 2019) and another one which I cannot find now but also predates us both by a good while. (The one where the summary is the vestiges freaking out and one thinks the world is ending)

Public Knowledge x Profane Torch: Yeah that'd really suck for Midoriya huh

I'm not totally sure. Depends on your definition I guess. Others, Magical Romances, Tamama no Mom, and Star Spangled are all good starting points

HPSC President: Midoriya knows what he's doing >:3

Homeroom Teacher Torino x Homeroom Teacher Miruko x Longshot x UA University: Meh I'm sure Aizawa's fine

Class Vill-A x HPSC President: Seems like a decent enough scheme to me

Eraser Midoriya x Equivalent Exchange: Well considering how he got Erasure it has some, shall we say, implications

#asks #descendant au #true liberation au #public knowledge au #profane torch au #hpsc president au #homeroom teacher torino au #longshot au #ua university au #class vill-a au #eraser midoriya au #equivalent exchange au #homeroom teacher miruko au

[inkdemon-whore]

You asked for fanfic writing, so I gave it a shot. This is so rough though, I'm so sorry.

-_-_-

Henry dashed out of the Ink Demon’s path, clutching the reel to his chest. It snarled at him, swiping for the reel. At this point, Henry was sure the Ink Demon had figured it out, just as he had. Instead of waiting for him to hit play on Joey’s recording, the Ink Demon would attack far sooner, making it a challenge to even grab the reel to begin with.

The Ink Demon roared, charging at Henry for what seemed like the hundredth time. They were all sick of the cycle by now, but it was all Henry knew. Deviating from the path was near impossible, but Henry had seen the sag in the way everyone acted when they saw him. He kept the cycle on its loop, and even his friends were trying to stop him from moving forward. He’d had to convince Boris to even help him this time, and Alice had locked him in her strange workshop for a time.

The Searchers and the Lost Ones had fought him every step of the way, proving that Sammy wasn’t having any of Henry’s behavior either. The worst thing was, they were the ones who knew his route best, aside from the Ink Demon.

It was a miracle Henry had even gotten this far, if he was entirely honest with himself. Maybe he should just surrender the reel and let the Ink Demon win. It was what they all wanted. But that would leave Henry trapped here, would leave them all trapped here. And the Ink Demon wouldn’t stop being ruthless if Henry stopped. The others’ memories of the time before Henry arrived proved that much.

The Ink Demon appeared in front of him yet again, lunging for the reel. Henry dodged out of the way, sliding a bit on the ink. “I just want the reel,” the Ink Demon growled.

Henry stumbled, falling face first into the ink. The Ink Demon grabbed him, attempting to pry the reel from his hands. Henry clutched it closer, struggling to get free from the Ink Demon.

“You’re the problem here,” the Ink Demon said.

“Says who?”

“Says the Dark Puddles.”

“Maybe they’re wrong.”

The Ink Demon laughed. “I used to wonder that myself. But they warned me that you were coming. They warned me that you would try to destroy me. And they were not wrong about that.”

Henry didn’t know what to say to that, so he changed gears. “I didn’t know you could talk.”

“I’m sure there’s a lot you don’t know about me.” The Ink Demon succeeded in wrestling the reel away from Henry, dropping him on the floor. “But you won’t live to find any of that out. A shame. You’re just one of the many casualties of Joey Drew’s mistakes. How you got trapped in this place to begin with escapes my knowledge.”

Henry slowly got to his feet. “What do you mean? I thought I had everything to do with this.”

“Do you?” The Ink Demon snarled. “It was Joey’s jealousy that got me trapped here, his bitterness about me leaving. And now I’m this… monster. His greatest achievement was punishing all of us. He always liked making us do as he wanted, for his own ends. But the joke’s on Joey now.” The Ink Demon’s teeth gleamed as he held the reel out of Henry’s grasp. “You can’t reset the cycle if I have the reel.”

Henry stopped. He hadn’t considered that option before. He’d thought the Ink Demon was soulless, a mistake of the original experiments. The first creation. But the Ink Demon’s words… they seemed to imply otherwise. “What do you mean he was bitter about you leaving?”

The Ink Demon hissed. “Wouldn’t it be obvious? Although, I guess I wasn’t the only one who ‘abandoned’ Joey. I am one of the original animators. Joey thought it amusing to turn me into my creation, with his corrupt touch. I came up with Bendy, but Joey ruined him.”

But that meant… Henry looked down at his hands and then back at the Ink Demon. “But I created Bendy.”

“No you didn’t.” The Ink Demon bent to put his face in Henry’s. “You couldn’t have.”

Henry got an uneasy sensation in his stomach. Who did Joey use to create the Ink Demon? It had to be someone who was around when they’d initially started, but no one would’ve claimed ownership over Bendy besides Joey. And the Ink Demon had already made his intentions very clear on the matter.

“Very funny, Joey.” The Ink Demon growled. “You almost had me fooled. I thought this was someone new, someone who’d suffered just as we had.” The Ink Demon lashed out at Henry. “But it turns out you just found a new way to MAKE US SUFFER!”

With a yelp, Henry dodged out of the way. He scrambled to his feet and started running, cursing the fact that he no longer had the reel to defend himself.

“You found it funny? Inserting yourself into the cycle to make me suffer? To make us all suffer? Or perhaps you thought you could manipulate us further, make our suffering worse.” The Ink Demon gave chase, splashing ink everywhere. He’d decided to hunt Henry himself without help. That gave Henry a shot at escape. “Or maybe, you were upset because YOU WERE NO LONGER IN CONTROL!”

Henry kept running, but he wheezed out a response. “I’m not Joey!”

“THEN WHO ARE YOU?” The Ink Demon’s voice echoed, causing the walls to tremble. “WHO ARE YOU TO TRY TO CLAIM WHAT I CREATED?”

“I’m…” Henry gasped. “My name is….” He crumpled to the ground, grabbing at his sides. He’d never had to run from an enemy for so long before. The Ink Demon loomed up in front of him, snarling. “I’M HENRY STEIN!” He yelled it in the Ink Demon’s face.

The Ink Demon stopped. Henry glared at him, still struggling for breath. The Ink Demon started laughing. “That’s ridiculous.”

“It’s the truth,” Henry whispered. At least he wasn’t dead yet.

“It’s impossible,” the Ink Demon snapped. “I’m Henry.”

“What?” Henry stared. “How is that even possible?”

“My soul, at least, is Henry’s.” The Ink Demon sat down with a heavy thump. “I’m not sure how much of who I am has been changed by becoming this… thing.” The Ink Demon held up his clawed hands. “But I always thought that Joey made me out to be the monster because he blamed me for what happened after I left the studio.”

To be both the monster and the one to defeat him? That didn’t sound like something Joey would do, but then, none of this seemed like something Joey would do. Joey had changed since Henry had known him. Maybe the true Henry’s soul was inside the Ink Demon, but if that were true, then who was he? Had someone else’s soul been used to create Joey’s ideal version of Henry? “If you’re Henry…”

“I am,” the Ink Demon growled. “I still remember the time from before. It was a mistake to ever return to this blasted studio.”

“If you’re Henry, then who am I?” Henry asked. “Assuming that soul’s are required to make us individuals down here, then who’s soul do I have if you’re Henry?”

The Ink Demon grew silent at that. “I… don’t have the faintest idea.”

They sat together for a while after that, unsure of how to proceed. Henry didn’t want to hurt the Ink Demon now, not if it was Joey’s intent for Henry to be the source of the Ink Demon’s, and Henry Stein’s (if the Ink Demon was to be believed), suffering and endless torment. The others trapped in the cycle were hurting too, even without Henry’s interference. Maybe the cycle shouldn’t be reset. Maybe, it should be destroyed. But Henry had no idea how to go about that. “What now?” He eventually asked the Ink Demon.

“I wonder…” The Ink Demon stood up. “At the end of the cycle, what happens? Once you’ve shown me the reel?”

“I show up in Joey’s house. He tells me to come here, and-“

“But do you ever leave the studio?”

Henry’s eyes widened. “Do you think-“

“Maybe, if we tried to use the exit, we’d be able to escape.” The Ink Demon offered a clawed hand. “Should we try it?”

“We can’t make things much worse,” Henry muttered. “And if we do, we can use the reel to reset the cycle.” He took the Ink Demon’s hand, using it to pull himself up from the floor. “It’s time to try something new.”

how dare you apologize for a

masterpiece~~

if you plan on doing more or cleaning this up, i shall wait patiently for you like a good boy cuz this is very good and i like it, and i was genuinely for a sec like "ayo wait-" even though it was my hc/idea thing, which is a good thing. great thing even! love bein on my toesies~

i'm not sure if ya want me to post this, but for now i'll turn reblogs off, let me know if you're fine with em being on, or if you'd rather i delete/private this.

this is just, really good. if ya do finish it, feel free to @ me, or if you have an ao3 and end up posting it there, you can send it to me as a gift. i've got my ao3 linked in my pinned post.

but ye -kisses the boys on the cheek multiple times- they are friends and they are going to kick joeys ass probably

#fanfic #fanfics #gift fic #batim #batdr #ink demon!henry #ink demon #al #talk #i'm bad at compliments #just know i'm bouncing up and down and held my face #also said “whhhhat?? :O” out loud a few times

[obstinaterixatrix]

hey. look at this part of my favorite scene from wise guys

WILSON: That building with the pelican on top, that’s one of Addie’s, isn’t it?

PARIS: The Gulf Stream Club. Exquisite.

WILSON: Yeah. Although... I’m not sure it helps to have a post office in front of it.

PARIS: Your brother’s had to work around the structures that were here when we arrived, a church or two, firehouse. Challenges, he called them.

WILSON: Well, he would. Still, you must get jealous.

PARIS: Jealous?

WILSON: Of the guys who got to start with a clean slate. Coral Gables, Miami Beach, one minute nothing but dirt and sand, the next minute, an entire city.

PARIS: Yes—of shoebox bungalows for bank clerks and retired grocers. I assure you, there’s no danger of your brother wanting to design a place like that.

WILSON: I don’t believe he could design a place like that. What I do believe is that that Gulf Stream Club should be where Addie’s work begins, not where it ends. I believe he can begin with brick and stone, combine them with space and light and conjure up something that would take your breath away. A city, yes. But not a dump like Coral Gables, a magical metropolis. A living, breathing work of art. A Venice, or an Athens, but brand new, bathed in a new light of a new world, and entirely and uniquely his. Forgive me, I get excited. I think it’s ‘cause I’m not on drugs. Something wrong?

PARIS: No. No, it’s just, it suddenly struck me. When I first came down here, I had a dream. At least, that’s what I called it. I wanted to build an artists’ colony. The greatest artists’ colony in all the world. My father sneered at me and said, “the business of America is business.” And now, here I am, four years later, selling real estate to rich old ladies.

WILSON: And proving he was right.

PARIS: Exactly.

WILSON: This is... this is too perfect. Don’t you see? Here you are, feeling like you’ve betrayed your dream, when you’re that close to making it come true.

PARIS: I’m sorry, I don’t see—

WILSON: What did you want? To be a patron of the arts. What did you become? A patron of an artist. A great artist, poised on the brink of making the greatest art of his career.

Wilson’s monologue about Addison being underscored by ‘Talent’ is such a nice touch. In fact, the scene is introduced with a vamp from ‘Talent.’ And Victor Garber’s delivery just hits some really good emotion… plus, seeing how Wilson and Paris talk about Addison when he’s absent gives SO MUCH to dig into with their respective relationships to Addison and each other.

In all versions of the show, Addison talks to their mother about Wilson, so we get to see him speak about Wilson without Wilson in the scene. However, outside of Wise Guys, Wilson doesn’t talk to Paris/Hollis about Addison, and we lose seeing the genuine admiration Wilson has for his brother’s skill (well, *essentially* genuine—we’re shoving aside the ulterior motive). In Wise Guys, we get to see Wilson’s (somewhat) sincere assessment about their relationship as brothers.

Paris(/Hollis) always starts off with a positive relationship with Addison as business partners (and has an explicitly romantic relationship with Addison in Road Show), but this is the only scene we get actual information about Paris’ perspective on Addison’s architecture. And even though most of the actual description and praise comes from Wilson, Paris commenting with details of Addison’s process and mindset—“Challenges, he called them”; “I assure you, there’s no danger of your brother wanting to design a place like that”—definitely adds an air of intimacy that’s lacking in all future versions of the show. It’s a lot less convincing in Road Show where Hollis essentially. Summarizes this conversation that happened entirely offscreen in a single verse.

The conversation also adds actual depth to the Paris-Wilson dynamic. This is more interpretation, but later in the conversation Paris essentially says ‘I’m not sure Addie knows you feel this way’ and Wilson says ‘He has his secrets, I have mine’ which, in my opinion, helps a lot with establishing a convincing reason for Paris to buy into Wilson’s plan—he’s given evidence that Wilson genuinely cares about Addison, and therefore an indication that Addison and Wilson’s relationship can be repaired. Of course, his main motivation is supporting Addison’s art, and another pretty big motivation is probably the money (as much as he says money doesn’t matter) (get real lol), but I really like interpreting this scene as Paris seeing the brothers’ dynamic from the outside and kinda going: I Can Fix Them. Which is a motivation that’s completely absent in Bounce and Road Show, but it’s especially egregious in Road Show because in Road Show, Hollis just looks like an idiot that fell for Wilson’s con.

Anyway, back to Wilson, I think this scene and ‘Call It Home’ are absolutely essential for Wilson’s character to have depth so it’s an absolute travesty that neither of them survive to future versions of the show :/

#talking abt musicals #long post

[honeygrahambitch]

hi :) I loved your self-indulgent hannigram fic!! if you’re still taking suggestions, I’d love to see what you do with 13! or if 13 isn’t working for you maybe 2/11/14/25/honestly any of them haha :)

I loved this one and I will certainly look into doing the other numbers too! They would be perfect for them! :D Enjoy

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It had never been in Hannibal’s habit to express his pain in front of the others. No matter if it was physical or psychical. He would keep his poker face on and by the end of the day he would pour himself a glass of wine or something stronger if it was the case. He would take meds only if he wouldn’t be able to handle the level of pain, but those were rare cases.

It was such a day when Jack Crawford had asked him to help with a profile. His head was exploding thanks to a migraine which had started earlier in that day. The pain was so bad that he could feel his temples burst and his vision getting foggy. However, he had left his painkillers at home. The migraine was affecting his thinking and feeling vulnerable annoyed him.

Jack kept talking to him and to Will but his words travelled past Hannibal’s ears. He hoped Will was at least paying attention. He had tried too as well but it felt like every effort brought him closer to a black out.

“What do you think, Dr. Lecter?”

Hannibal’s thoughts were far away, fighting the pain. So far away that keeping his eyes open was a challenge as well.

“Dr. Lecter?” Jack asked again.

“My apologies, Jack, I must have zoned out.”

It was not in his nature to do that. And that was exactly the reason he was not asking for meds. It wasn’t in his nature to feel pain. To need help. He was sharp and cunning and intelligent. And this migraine was sabotaging his whole personality.

The discussion went on and he agreed with Will’s perspective on the case. Afterwards, Jack let them both leave.

“May I offer you an aspirin? Or an ibuprofen?” Will suggested as they left Jack’s office.

“No, that won’t be necessary.” He replied and forced himself to smile.

“I have never seen you so under-weather.”

Of course Will would see right through him. Right through his walls and deep into his soul.

“For once I do not listen to what Jack says and you suddenly think that something is wrong with me, Will?”

“I just have a feeling. You seem just a little bit off.” Will insisted as they got into the parking lot., a bit amused that he was annoying Hannibal.

“Lack of sleep is one’s greatest enemy.”

“And it comes hand in hand with migraines.” Will said shortly and held the door to the passenger’s seat open for Hannibal. “I will drive you home.”

He sighed but didn’t protest anymore and got in. He wouldn’t be able to convince Will. He was reading him too well. And he had to admit to himself that he was not in the best state for driving.

Closing his eyes felt like a blessing. His temples relaxed slightly. He allowed himself to rest for just a bit while Will would drive him home.

Hannibal woke up almost two hours later, his head resting against the door of the car. Will’s jacket was covering him. Outside it was dark and he had not realized he had fallen asleep.

“I am glad you got to sleep for a bit.” Will said as his concerned gaze fell on him.

“You should have woken me up.” Hannibal said as he realized the car was parked in front of his house. “Have you been waiting for me to wake up all this time?”

“Yes. Your sleep was so deep that I figured you were feeling like shit. Here.” He said as he offered Hannibal a painkiller. His migraine was less bad than before but he accepted it.

“It’s certainly not usual for me-” Hannibal started, trying to save his appearance, but Will cut him off.

“Shh, I know. But you seriously need to rest. Postpone any murder you have to commit tonight and get some good sleep.” He said as their eyes met. “For me at least.”

“I suppose I could do that.” Hannibal replied as he caressed Will’s cheek with the back of his hand. "For you."

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