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BILLY THE KID Season 2 Episode 7

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That’s enough for today. Bye guys <3

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writing would be so fun if i didn’t have to do it. like if i could just beam the entire story directly into people’s brains with telepathy and never touch a keyboard again

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#finally

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WHO WAS GOING TO TELL ME THAT THE MAXTON HALL SERIES WAS DUAL POV

ARE YOU KIDDING ME RN

I DOWNLOADED THE FIRST ONE AS A POTENTIAL WEEKEND READ CAUSE THEY ARE NOT TOO LONG AND THEN I FIND OUT ITS DUAL POV

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when they don't understand the fancast like you do...

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No one understands the way I’m jumping up and down at the love hypothesis news

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not normal about orpheus and eurydice. you loved someone so much it opened the stones of the underworld. so much that death had to listen. so much that everything stopped for your love. so much that you turned around. so much that even when you did wrong. she forgave you.

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𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

coriolanus snow x district/rebel girl!reader - written in third person

in the wicked!au universe (but can be read as a standalone)

cw// reader not present, angst, written mostly in the form of letters, does delusional coryo count as a warning? cause this man will not be told that his daughter is Livia's, somewhat of an ending to the timeline for now but there will be much more written in the "past" soon hopefully

My love,

Ophelia looks so much like you. She has your eyes. I know she does. She has my hair, the softest tuft of blonde hair but she's so entirely yours. I want you to meet her so badly. I don't know when she'll be old enough to take her to you but I'll make sure you meet her as soon as possible.

Do you think she might be our baby we lost after we separated? I don't know if I believe in that stuff and if I do, there may be a small part of me that resents her for not coming back to us until you were gone. So I think I must come to the conclusion that she isn't so that I can love her with my whole heart as I did you.

I often wonder if things would have changed if we knew you were pregnant before you left. Maybe you would have stayed or maybe I would have the courage to go with you. I can't forget your heartbreak when you told me you had pregnant. The "had" weighed so heavy between us that it felt like the world tearing us apart all over again. We never talked about it again. Even when we both knew what we were hoping to achieve in that cabin in the woods. What would we have done if we were successful?

I feel so lost without you here. I have to raise our daughter on my own and she needs you.

I need you.

I love you.

Your Coryo

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My love,

Ophelia smiled today and then she laughed the most beautiful laugh I'd ever heard. I looked around to see if you were there in all honesty. She sounds so much like you. I don't know what I'll do if she truly has your voice. The thought of hearing it again feels worse than the loss of it in a way. Like a taunting reminder of what is missing.

I took her to see you today. She reached out her little hand to greet you and I swore there had never been anything like the feeling I had in that moment. You overwhelm me still to this day. You did when we were just teenagers and it's even more so as adults.

I remember the first time I heard you laugh. It was a startling experience in all honesty. We'd been at each other's throats all week, as we often were when we were still denying the way we wanted each other, and then I slipped on the floor after you had mopped and landed so hard on my ass I'm sure the whole building heard me. But you just laughed. You were tired from exams and studying and you were just completely unfiltered for a moment that I'll remember on my death bed.

She smiles like you. She laughs like you. Darling, our girl needs you. I still need you.

Your Coryo

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My love,

Ophelia snores. Far worse than you ever did. If you tell me that she gets it from me, I may very well throw something across the room. She sleeps in my room with me and some nights I can't help but lay her down in bed next to me and just watch her. There are nights that breathing feels impossible when I watch her do it. I think I worry I'm taking the air from her by breathing it myself.

I didn't think I'd be a father like this. I knew I wanted to be more than my father was. I knew that when I was younger but I knew it most when we were together and I thought about having a family with you. I still think about it. I wonder what Ophelia would look like in your arms. I wonder if her crying would soothe faster in your hold than mine. I wonder if my heart would survive getting to have the two of you at the same time.

Your Coryo

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Baby,

I mics miss you. Come home.

Coryo

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My love,

Ophelia has started to crawl. The horrors I've experienced in light of this development have been unlike anything I've ever experienced before. If we thought Gaul's experiments were terrifying, imagine seeing our daughter finding out she can crawl up stairs and promptly trying to throw herself down them moments later. You'd think I was much older than I am due to my risk of a heart attack this last week.

She's as mischievous as you. She gets this rebellious look in her eyes that is without a doubt you. I wonder if you're whispering in her ear the best ways to get me riled up. You know all my buttons so I assume it's only right for you to teach them all to her too.

I've gotten busier as the games get near and I fear that I'll have to give in to finally getting her a nanny instead of taking care of her solely myself. I wish you were here. You'd know what to do.

Your Coryo

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Baby,

I think seh she said your name this morning. Or tryed tried to. Are you whsipering to her? Will you please whisper to me too?

Coryo

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My love,

Ophelia turns one year old today.

I don't know what to do. I don't know when this pain will end. She's lived a whole year of her life without knowing you. She'll live so many more years beyond me too.

I'm ashamed at the amount of drunken letters you've received in these last months. But I can't help it. It numbs the pain when she's gone to sleep. I haven't told you before but I moved my office to another room. The room you died in The previous office wasn't good for me anymore. It's locked up and only I have the key. I don't go in there anymore. I don't walk by the hall of it anymore. I can't bare the feeling in my chest when I do.

It's suffocating to live this long without you. It's like walking through fire every day to try to not justify the reasons to join you before my time is up. Ophelia is the reason to stay. As much as I miss you, as much as I hope for death to bring me home to you, I can't imagine leaving her. She can't lose us both. She never even had you to begin with.

Sometimes I wonder how much I truly had you. I know you loved me. I can never doubt that for even a second. But I do think about if our meeting was an accident. Perhaps the stars weren't written in our favor because we were never supposed to cross paths. But the thought of never knowing you, even more than the way that Ophelia never can, it makes me sick to think about.

I've been without you for more than a year but a lifetime without you would kill me just the same.

Come home, baby. Come back to me. I'll dig away the dirt of your grave if you promise to hold my hand as you come back up.

Come meet your daughter. Teach her all your beautiful wisdom about the world. Both in the Capital and outside of it.

Come home. I'm waiting here for you.

Your Coryo

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Coriolanus stored these letters in a weather proof box by his love's grave. Bringing them to her every morning he could spare a second to see her. The box wasn't small by any means but as he placed his most recent letter inside, he knew he'd have to either store the older letters in his bedroom or get a new box for her. He would end up decided on the former, stacking boxes of letters in the back of his closet that Ophelia would stumble upon when she was much older.

She would be going through his things after his funeral when she dug far enough into the back of his closet to knock a box over, dozens upon dozens of letters pouring out. Some stained with what she very well assumed were tears, some stained with scotch from the drunken nights, and some pristine as if never truly read since their penned date, though she assumed none of them had been.

Ophelia, wounds still fresh from the loss of her father, would sit on his bedroom floor, boxes strewn around her and plenty of tissues, as she read each letter. It was a gift in a way, to see how deeply he had loved someone other than herself. He never loved Livia. She knew that from a decently young age and when Livia had died, it was confirmed more than ever. He did not mourn his wife, but he still mourned his darling rebel.

Ophelia cried reading the love that was clearly stolen from him. His emotions poured into each word and she could feel just how scared and alone he had been. He was a stoic man with her, though caring as ever. She never had to need or want. He provided for her in ways only the president and most adoring father could. But to see the pain he had been in the whole time, to know how badly he had missed someone she never got to meet, it ripped her right in two.

She had buried an empty casket a few weeks prior in the Capital's cemetery and so she did not go there to visit him. She followed the path into the woods from the mansion that she knew like the back of her hand. Past the thick lining of trees into a clearing where one headstone had lived her whole life. Now it had another next to it. Pristine and new still next to the darkened and mossy (despite her best efforts to keep it clean) one.

She laid down between the two graves, tears falling down her face as she held the most recent letter she had found to her chest. He had gotten too old to take them to his love's grave anymore without his daughter's help, but he had still written them almost daily as he became bedridden. His final written words were engraved into Ophelia's mind now.

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My love,

I'm coming home to you.

Your Coryo

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𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐤

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢'𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

- alex nilsen x fem!reader publishing july 22nd!!

Alex Nilsen missed you. It was plain and simple. His best friend–his love–from home a thousand some-odd miles away just when he needed you most, though he wouldn’t admit it. During the years in which you knew Alex, he had a terrible time finding the courage to ask for the help he needed. You had learned his ticks over that same time, however. The slightest furrow in his brows that was a tad deeper than usual, the squint of his eyes when someone’s words started to cut into his chest, and the pauses between his words that connected to the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind. It was because of this that once he started taking longer to respond to your texts, you didn’t need to ask what was going on.

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Billy as Orpheus…

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"if i was orpheus i would simply not turn around" yes you would. if you were orpheus and you loved eurydice, you would. to love someone is to turn around. to love someone is to look at them. whichever version of the myth — he hears her stumble, he can't hear her at all, he thinks he's been tricked — he turns around because he loves her. that's why it's a tragedy. because he loves her enough to save her. because he loves her so much he can't save her. because he will always, always turn around. "if i was orpheus i would simply —" you wouldn't be orpheus. you wouldn't be brave enough to walk into the underworld and save the person you love. be serious

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official notice about "requests" on my blog

since the addition of clark, i've gotten quite a few asks WHICH I LOVE SO PLEASE DO NOT APOLOGIZE FOR THEM but i just want to make things a little more clear about how any "requests"/asks work for my blog.

i personally can not do requests for long-form fics. it just is really hard for me as someone who very much writes what she's motivated to write only with my school/work load and because of this requests will sit untouched in my inbox for a year and that's not fair to you guys or myself because i do feel really guilty about it.

instead, i say that requests are closed but my inbox is open for thoughts. this means that while i won't write full-fledged fics, i am more than happy to write little blurbs/collect my thoughts on whatever you guys want to see. some of them may be much longer or shorter than others because of this but always feel free to send more asks to keep discussing it!

i really do love when you guys come into my inbox and i want to talk about all these characters with you so please don't think that me not taking "formal requests" means that you can't come tell me your thoughts or ideas. i can't always promise a fast response time to these asks but i do try my best not to let them sit very long!

i love you all so much and i'm so excited for what is cooking in my head for you all to read!! <3

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𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

coriolanus snow x district/rebel girl!reader - written in third person

in the wicked!au universe (but can be read as a standalone)

cw// reader not present, angst, written mostly in the form of letters, does delusional coryo count as a warning? cause this man will not be told that his daughter is Livia's, somewhat of an ending to the timeline for now but there will be much more written in the "past" soon hopefully

My love,

Ophelia looks so much like you. She has your eyes. I know she does. She has my hair, the softest tuft of blonde hair but she's so entirely yours. I want you to meet her so badly. I don't know when she'll be old enough to take her to you but I'll make sure you meet her as soon as possible.

Do you think she might be our baby we lost after we separated? I don't know if I believe in that stuff and if I do, there may be a small part of me that resents her for not coming back to us until you were gone. So I think I must come to the conclusion that she isn't so that I can love her with my whole heart as I did you.

I often wonder if things would have changed if we knew you were pregnant before you left. Maybe you would have stayed or maybe I would have the courage to go with you. I can't forget your heartbreak when you told me you had pregnant. The "had" weighed so heavy between us that it felt like the world tearing us apart all over again. We never talked about it again. Even when we both knew what we were hoping to achieve in that cabin in the woods. What would we have done if we were successful?

I feel so lost without you here. I have to raise our daughter on my own and she needs you.

I need you.

I love you.

Your Coryo

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My love,

Ophelia smiled today and then she laughed the most beautiful laugh I'd ever heard. I looked around to see if you were there in all honesty. She sounds so much like you. I don't know what I'll do if she truly has your voice. The thought of hearing it again feels worse than the loss of it in a way. Like a taunting reminder of what is missing.

I took her to see you today. She reached out her little hand to greet you and I swore there had never been anything like the feeling I had in that moment. You overwhelm me still to this day. You did when we were just teenagers and it's even more so as adults.

I remember the first time I heard you laugh. It was a startling experience in all honesty. We'd been at each other's throats all week, as we often were when we were still denying the way we wanted each other, and then I slipped on the floor after you had mopped and landed so hard on my ass I'm sure the whole building heard me. But you just laughed. You were tired from exams and studying and you were just completely unfiltered for a moment that I'll remember on my death bed.

She smiles like you. She laughs like you. Darling, our girl needs you. I still need you.

Your Coryo

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My love,

Ophelia snores. Far worse than you ever did. If you tell me that she gets it from me, I may very well throw something across the room. She sleeps in my room with me and some nights I can't help but lay her down in bed next to me and just watch her. There are nights that breathing feels impossible when I watch her do it. I think I worry I'm taking the air from her by breathing it myself.

I didn't think I'd be a father like this. I knew I wanted to be more than my father was. I knew that when I was younger but I knew it most when we were together and I thought about having a family with you. I still think about it. I wonder what Ophelia would look like in your arms. I wonder if her crying would soothe faster in your hold than mine. I wonder if my heart would survive getting to have the two of you at the same time.

Your Coryo

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Baby,

I mics miss you. Come home.

Coryo

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My love,

Ophelia has started to crawl. The horrors I've experienced in light of this development have been unlike anything I've ever experienced before. If we thought Gaul's experiments were terrifying, imagine seeing our daughter finding out she can crawl up stairs and promptly trying to throw herself down them moments later. You'd think I was much older than I am due to my risk of a heart attack this last week.

She's as mischievous as you. She gets this rebellious look in her eyes that is without a doubt you. I wonder if you're whispering in her ear the best ways to get me riled up. You know all my buttons so I assume it's only right for you to teach them all to her too.

I've gotten busier as the games get near and I fear that I'll have to give in to finally getting her a nanny instead of taking care of her solely myself. I wish you were here. You'd know what to do.

Your Coryo

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Baby,

I think seh she said your name this morning. Or tryed tried to. Are you whsipering to her? Will you please whisper to me too?

Coryo

~

My love,

Ophelia turns one year old today.

I don't know what to do. I don't know when this pain will end. She's lived a whole year of her life without knowing you. She'll live so many more years beyond me too.

I'm ashamed at the amount of drunken letters you've received in these last months. But I can't help it. It numbs the pain when she's gone to sleep. I haven't told you before but I moved my office to another room. The room you died in The previous office wasn't good for me anymore. It's locked up and only I have the key. I don't go in there anymore. I don't walk by the hall of it anymore. I can't bare the feeling in my chest when I do.

It's suffocating to live this long without you. It's like walking through fire every day to try to not justify the reasons to join you before my time is up. Ophelia is the reason to stay. As much as I miss you, as much as I hope for death to bring me home to you, I can't imagine leaving her. She can't lose us both. She never even had you to begin with.

Sometimes I wonder how much I truly had you. I know you loved me. I can never doubt that for even a second. But I do think about if our meeting was an accident. Perhaps the stars weren't written in our favor because we were never supposed to cross paths. But the thought of never knowing you, even more than the way that Ophelia never can, it makes me sick to think about.

I've been without you for more than a year but a lifetime without you would kill me just the same.

Come home, baby. Come back to me. I'll dig away the dirt of your grave if you promise to hold my hand as you come back up.

Come meet your daughter. Teach her all your beautiful wisdom about the world. Both in the Capital and outside of it.

Come home. I'm waiting here for you.

Your Coryo

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Coriolanus stored these letters in a weather proof box by his love's grave. Bringing them to her every morning he could spare a second to see her. The box wasn't small by any means but as he placed his most recent letter inside, he knew he'd have to either store the older letters in his bedroom or get a new box for her. He would end up decided on the former, stacking boxes of letters in the back of his closet that Ophelia would stumble upon when she was much older.

She would be going through his things after his funeral when she dug far enough into the back of his closet to knock a box over, dozens upon dozens of letters pouring out. Some stained with what she very well assumed were tears, some stained with scotch from the drunken nights, and some pristine as if never truly read since their penned date, though she assumed none of them had been.

Ophelia, wounds still fresh from the loss of her father, would sit on his bedroom floor, boxes strewn around her and plenty of tissues, as she read each letter. It was a gift in a way, to see how deeply he had loved someone other than herself. He never loved Livia. She knew that from a decently young age and when Livia had died, it was confirmed more than ever. He did not mourn his wife, but he still mourned his darling rebel.

Ophelia cried reading the love that was clearly stolen from him. His emotions poured into each word and she could feel just how scared and alone he had been. He was a stoic man with her, though caring as ever. She never had to need or want. He provided for her in ways only the president and most adoring father could. But to see the pain he had been in the whole time, to know how badly he had missed someone she never got to meet, it ripped her right in two.

She had buried an empty casket a few weeks prior in the Capital's cemetery and so she did not go there to visit him. She followed the path into the woods from the mansion that she knew like the back of her hand. Past the thick lining of trees into a clearing where one headstone had lived her whole life. Now it had another next to it. Pristine and new still next to the darkened and mossy (despite her best efforts to keep it clean) one.

She laid down between the two graves, tears falling down her face as she held the most recent letter she had found to her chest. He had gotten too old to take them to his love's grave anymore without his daughter's help, but he had still written them almost daily as he became bedridden. His final written words were engraved into Ophelia's mind now.

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My love,

I'm coming home to you.

Your Coryo

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wicked au for tonight (or tomorrow) is in the works :)

another one set in the present/future and reader is "not present"

I need you. I love you. Your Coryo

:)

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