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Patroclus: Fuck

Achilles: *Flips table*

Achilles: WHO THE FUCK TAUGHT HIM THAT?!

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Achilles: Hey, has anyone seen my top?

Odysseus, not looking up from sharping his sword: Yeah Patroclus is on a walk

Achilles: *chokes*

Agamemnon: *spits out his wine*

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Achilles, thinking: Wow Patroclus is so graceful and beautiful

[Patroclus, trips and falls over his own feet]

Achilles: gorgeous

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Achilles: wanna make 5 bucks?

Patroclus: what, how?

Achilles: I need you to take the blame

Agamemnon: *in the other room* oh my gods

Patroclus: Achilles what did you do?!

Achilles: I can't say, yes or no, five bucks

Agamemnon: *even louder than last time* OH MY GODS!!!

Patroclus: make it 10 and you've got a deal

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NOBODY FUCKING TALK TO ME, I JUST FINISHED THE SONG OF ACHILLES AND IM SOBBING 😭😭😭

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I found a friend in a bathroom 😀

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If it's a sin to be gay than why did god make all women so freaking pretty? Like there's over 3 billion and I wanna kiss all of them.

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So we all know that song that goes "hey emo boy, hey emo boy" well I'm totally convinced that one night hob drunkenly sang it to dream.

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Do y'all ever lay in bed in the middle of the night waiting till it's time to get up but the time isn't timeing so you're just stuck there, waiting for the time to start timeing

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Imagine this: Travis and Sal are sitting down in an empty field or under a tree, and Travis is venting to the Sally.

Travis: Nobody would love me, I'm hideous.

Sal: That's not true, I think you're beautiful.

Travis:....Well you're wrong...

Sal: No I don't think so.

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How I think sandman characters would be like in a highschool au

Death: SUPER KIND, she's very popular, gets along with everyone, including the teachers, straight A student, cares about everyone, does a lot of volunteer work, definitely in a humanitarian club.

Desire: also popular, but for the wrong reasons, causes trouble for everyone, loves spreading rumors and turning people against each other, hangs out with the mean kids, also a straight A student, has made several teachers cry.

Delirium: semi popular, kind, a little odd at times but overall fun to be with, hangs out with the art and theatre kids, absolute prodigy in art, B+ student, whenever she has free time she'll make stuff to give to either her friends, or someone she doesn't know that well but inspired the piece, always seen with either a journal or sketchbook.

Despair: tries to not stand out, always alone, has probably 1 or 2 acquaintances, desire is her only friend really, D- with an occasional C+,

Destiny: not much to say other than he's a loner, great in all subjects but excels in history, always carries an old book, has the best grades out of all his siblings.

Dream: relatively well known, he won't admit it but hob is his only friend, respectful, loves theater but has never been in a play, only sees plays hob is in, straight A student, tutor's hob.

Hob: incredibly popular, hangs out with everyone really, always seen with dream, major theater nerd, great at acting, is always lead in plays, refuses to be in any Shakespeare play, B+ average.

Lucienne: absolute sweetheart, formed a book club and literally welcomes everyone, also tutor's people, also a straight A student, hangs out with the smart kids, she's an amazing person to be around.

Corinthian: just your typical mysterious Wattpad bad boy who rides a motorcycle, is able to make straight guys gay, biggest whore ever, very popular because of his looks, does literally jack shit and still has amazing grades.

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SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME HOW TO ASK FRIENDS IF THEY WANT TO GO TRICK OR TREATING TOGETHER!!!!

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I loved everything about this

You scars tell me how beautiful you are

Summary

Dream maps the scars on Hob's body and ask Hob to tell each of their stories.

Notes:

Flufftober Day 6 - Pillow

On AO3

Rating T - 1160 words

It was the middle of the night, they were lying against each other but neither of them was sleeping.

Dream ran his fingers lazily over Hob's bare skin, drawing curves aimlessly, just enjoying the feel of the softness and warmth under his fingers. Suddenly his hand stopped on Hob's hip and he stated, "Another scar."

Hob shrugged, "You can't live as long as I have without getting a few."

Dream lightly traced the scar he had just encountered with his finger and asked softly, "Tell me about it."

Hob frowned to remember before answering, "This one is just after we met in 1689, I was begging in an alley and some bugger tried to rob me of my meager earnings, armed with a shard of glass. I defended myself but his makeshift weapon grazed me slightly. First aid not being what it is now..."

Dream leaned over and gently kissed the scar, then whispered, "So fierce."

Dream's fingers continued their journey over Hob's body and followed another of his scars, a longer one that ran from his hip to his midriff. Hob shivered as he felt Dream's light finger follow the small swelling as he asked, "What about this one."

Even though it was the scar that had hurt him the most physically, he would never regret it. He explained to Dream, "It happened on August 28, 1963 in Washington, D.C., when I was one of the two hundred thousand people who listened to Reverend Martin Luther King's speech. As my friend Zeke and I were heading back to the airport after the Reverend's speech to fly back to London. Three supremacists attacked us because Zeke was black. We were taking two of them down when the third jumped on Zeke with his knife and I threw myself between them. It got me 15 stitches but I'll never regret it."

Dream asked, "And the one who hurt you what happened to him?" 

Hob smiled at the memory, "Zeke knocked him down before taking me to the nearest hospital. I don't know what happened to those morons."

Dream murmured, "You could have been hurt even worse..."

Hob replied, "Even if I had, it wouldn't have been enough to make up for what I had done 200 years before."

"Oh Hob..." Dream whispered before he began to kiss that scar as well. He added, Hob shivering at Dream's breath on his skin, "So brave."

Then his finger continued on its way and stopped again at the hollow of Hob's shoulder where he traced a small star-shaped scar.

Hob chuckled softly, "Oh, that one is from some war, but don't ask me which one, I don't remember. Besides, you'll find more than one of these."

Dream also kissed it reverently and said softly, "It's quite a poisoned gift we gave you though, isn't it? Everything you've been through."

Hob ran his hand through Dream's hair and shook his head, "I don't see it that way. And then you offered me to stop it more than once, but I always wanted to keep going and today even more than now."

Dream found another small star-shaped scar, similar to the previous one and asked, "I wonder, though, why keep putting yourself in these situations where you were risking this kind of injury...Why would you go and fight?"

Hob took Dream's hand as he traced his scar and kissed it before answering, « Well, first because that's what I knew best, second because my immortality allowed me to and then in the end I picked my battles and fought for what I felt was right."

"And now?"

Hob answered softly, "Now I prefer to fight at the source by educating. Less dangerous and more rewarding."

Dream kissed the scar and murmured, "So strong..." then he continued on his way in chasing the little imperfections.

He stopped at a tiny scar that was on the inside of Hob's elbow who laughed, "This one is nothing to brag about, I got scratched by a cat that couldn't get down from a tree."

That doesn't stop Dream from kissing the scar before murmuring, "So caring..."

He continued his exploration of Hob's body, questioning him each time about the origin of the scar that his fingers or his eyes met and Hob willingly lent himself to the examination because he had nothing more to hide from Dream. 

Some scars had a difficult history, some lighter, some deeper, some more shallow, but Dream kissed each one reverently, whispering a praise each time. It was the first time someone had worshiped Hob's body to this extent, through his scars, and it was both the sweetest and most sensual thing he had ever experienced. He couldn't hold back a moan that almost sounded like a sob as he was overwhelmed and put his arm over his eyes to hide his embarrassment.

Dream moved up to gently pull his arm away and, caressing his face softly he said with a genuine tone, "If I could, I would erase all your scars."

Hob took Dream's hand in his and intertwined their fingers before replying, "That's a nice thought, but in a way I'd rather keep them, if only to remind me of mistakes I don't want to repeat."

Dream nodded, "And also to remind you of the good things you've done." Then he leaned over and kissed him sweetly, still with the same sort of reverence before resting his head on Hob’s shoulder. 

Hob cupped Dream's cheek and kissed him tenderly before sliding his hand down to his heart.

He told him thoughtfully, "Your skin may be unblemished, however, you also bear many scars, here." He rested his hand gently on Dream's heart before continuing, "Those, I would really like to erase. Erase the harm they did to you." 

Hob leaned down and gently kissed his lover's chest.

Dream's throat tightened. 

Yes, Hob could see his heart, which had been hurt, mistreated, betrayed, rejected and still hurt at times, like an old scar that we forget over time but which reminds itself sometimes. 

Dream looked at Hob and, smiling softly, said, "Hob, this scar, I almost don't feel it anymore, because little by little you healed the wound that caused it. You are the person who saw that this heart was wounded and healed it so that it could love again." 

Hob chuckled softly, "My lover is a sap."

Dream replied with a raised eyebrow, "It takes one to know one."

Hob's face became serious again as he uttered, "This precious heart, I will not let it get hurt, I will take care of it forever."

He pressed another lingering kiss on Dream's heart.

The lord of dreams didn't answer, too overcome with emotion, and simply dug his fingers into Hob's hair to hold him close, saying in his embrace all the words that couldn't pass his lips.

He knew Hob would understand.

Hob had seen into him and understood him beyond words.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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Today October sixth marks the day that I LinktenBooks gets the greatest achievement a lesbian can get, drumroll please...........fallen in love with your straight best friend

I feel so accomplished :')

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I hate being an Autistic lesbian because it's like, when I meet someone who has similar interests and doesn't make me feel like a total weirdo is the love of my life.

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You can't convince me that Levi is the kind of person who uses like 8-in-one bottles for hygiene, while Erwin has a whole skincare routine.

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You wanna hear something sad.

I had to wait 14 years to find people who wouldn't make fun of me because I liked cartoons. I had to endure 14 years of people telling me I'm too old to like cartoons, 14 years of people telling me to 'shut up', 'stop talking', and 'you're so annoying'. I was so scared that people would make fun of me that I just stopped talking to people, until I found people who were older than me and loved cartoons. It took 14 years but I wouldn't change anything because I found people who don't tease me for my interests, and made me feel like I belong, and for that I thank them because now I know that Im not weird or dumb, I'm just me, and I am enough