The problem with the handling of Ed's season 2 arc on ofmd is that it sets up the cycle of abuse so well. Demonstrates the way it destroys both Ed and his victims in the first two episodes so well. Shows the ways the trauma can keep destroying people and their relationships in episodes 2-4 (Lucius, Izzy, Jim, etc.). And then just...shames Lucius for trying to open up and shames him for being traumatized and makes fun of him for trying to talk about what happened to him. Makes Izzy apologize to his abuser for one comment he made what is implied to be months ago after the man he is apologizing to CUT OFF HIS TOES AND SHOT HIM IN THE LEG. Doesn't allow Jim (or for that matter, Archie) to be righteously pissed off for longer than episode 4. And then has the audacity to say that Ed making a "Youtuber apology" and using the loot that he blackmailed/threatened/forced the crew to steal in the first place to buy them party decorations somehow...makes up for everything he did?
Like, am I missing a part of this arc? Am I missing the part where he reconciled with literally ANYONE but Fang? Am I missing the part where Stede apologized to Lucius for telling him to stop talking when he was telling him about the severe trauma he went through? (Or even, as much as I love him and their relationship, Pete apologizing to Lucius for dismissing his trauma and wanting to move on before Lucius was ready because listening to Lucius' sa/abuse story was uncomfortable?) Am I missing the part where Archie and Jim found a reason to forgive Ed (and don't tell me that the Izzy-the-unicorn helped them forgive Ed- that was about the crew coming together to help IZZY to recover and had jacksquat to do with Ed)?
The set up was brilliant. Episodes 1-3 killed me. Episode 2 was my favorite episode of the show (bar the bit where Stede ran away when Lucius was unloading his trauma, and even THAT could have worked if he apologized later and allowed Lucius to talk). But the lack of payoff makes me feel sick. Because I understand this show is a comedy, but you don't introduce themes like that and give them that kind of ending.
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November 1999 - "You're doing it to yourself."
((Content warning: sleep deprivation, hallucination, abusive parent))
((Promptspiration:
@whumptober 2023: day 2:
Delirium ))
Genre: whump
Romance level: negligible
Angst level: 5/5
Draco's headspace: depressed / passive
((words: ~1000))
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Draco had been staring through the same page of a book on his desk for some time, the words drifting around unsteadily while he didn't even try to comprehend them, when a familiar voice gnawed at the edge of his attention. He raised his head, blinking, trying to pinpoint it.
Just as he resigned himself to giving up and started to drop his head again, there it was, under the sound of the rustling book pages. He could swear he heard Theo calling his name.
"Theo?" He pushed away from the desk and stood stiffly, rubbing his aching shoulder. He wasn't supposed to be here. It was months since Father made them part ways, and he would be furious if he caught him here. But coming back against explicit orders and implicit threats just because he wanted to sounded exactly like something Theo would do. Theo who had shown up at the gate calling to see him despite the Death Eaters in the house. Theo who bartered with him in public over kisses because it made him forget he was ill.
He didn't think he heard an answer, but he had to find him before someone else did and send him away where it was safe.
Outside his door, he paused, listening, but didn't hear him again, so he went for the stairs, figuring he would be downstairs somewhere.
He didn't hear Theo again; he spent a while checking, but there wasn't any sign of him, and eventually he started to wonder what he had actually heard.
It felt too exhausting to go back upstairs immediately, so he ended up staring out the bay window at the garden. There was a young peacock there, scratching at the edge of a flowerbed, shining white in the watery sunlight. He watched it for a while, not thinking anything, but vaguely relaxed.
A shifting in the shadows caught his eye, and he was trying to focus on it when iit suddenly resolved into Nagini — striking out with lightning speed to seize his peacock. "No!" He hit the window like that could stop it.
Then between one blink and the next it was gone. The peacock was looking up at the window in cautious alarm, but there was no snake.
And of course there couldn't be, anyway. Nagini was dead, he'd seen the body and the head spread across the Hogwarts lawn. She was as dead as her master. He knew that.
"What are you doing?"
His shoulders tensed at his father's voice behind him. He wished he had a good answer. "I apologise," he said properly, turning around and looking toward his father's feet.
"That wasn't the question."
He stole a glance back toward the window. Still no undead snake. The peacock was ripping down a flower with its talons now, to try to get the fairy sitting on the top of it. "I thought I saw…" Nothing. He clenched his hands behind his back. "I think something's wrong." He dragged the words out past a mind that didn't want to say them, looking back at his father's face. "I keep seeing things that aren't possible."
His father studied him. "Like what?"
"I thought I saw Nagini going after the peacock. Or heard… somebody… in the house."
"The snake is dead, and no one has been here."
"I know."
His father came closer to look out the window, then looked him over, studying him for a long minute. "How long has it been since you slept?"
"Not that long," he said quietly, but his hard eyes demanded an answer. "I think Friday," he admitted, even more quietly.
"For Merlin's sake." His voice was sneering and his expression impatient. "If you haven't been to bed in five days, of course you're seeing things. You're not ill, you're doing it to yourself."
Draco didn't respond. He didn't have any excuse. He looked into the middle distance, his father's words sinking in without resistance.
The lack of reaction seemed to be even more irritating. "Am I supposed to believe," he snapped, "that you need a nurse to tell you not just to eat, which you've obviously not been doing, but also to sleep now? You are a grown man. Even toddlers know to go to sleep when they're tired. Do you need to be told to use the lavatory too?"
He continued to stare impassively, until his father grabbed his jaw and lifted his face, forcing him to answer the rhetorical question. "No," he said, insides crawling with shame.
"What a positively minimal accomplishment." He threw down his face. "Elf!"
Tolly appeared beside his foot, cringing a look up at him. "Master?"
"Until further notice, Draco's bedtime is ten o'clock. You will put him to sleep at precisely that time, regardless of where he is or what he's doing."
"Don't," Draco pleaded quietly.
Finally getting a reaction gave his voice an edge of satisfaction. "Is that understood?"
"Yes, Master," the elf squeaked promptly. "Tolly will make sure Master Draco sleeps."
"Good. Shall we have her feed you as well?"
"No."
"No? Are you certain it isn't too much responsibility for you?"
"Please."
That display of submission seemed to mollify him. His father didn't respond, but walked away with contempt dripping from his voice. "Grow up."
Tolly vanished and swiftly spirited a tea tray into the window to try to make Draco feel better.
Draco didn't move. He stood there in front of the window, staring at the floor, fighting off every physical reaction he wanted to do. He wanted to mess with his hair, grab his head, clench his fists — he carefully took all of it, all of the energy behind those urges, and pushed it down, down until it was buried and he didn't react at all.
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uh doesn't the Eden fan fiction romanticise the relationship between the pairing anyway by dint of shipping a victim with her abuser? Hear me out- just so you know. I'm not saying the writer supports abuse I object to viewing fiction through that lens, what i mean is pairing them together in the story makes their relationship seem better. Don't you think?
No, because shipping isn't inherently romantic/idyllic.
Case in point, Eden!Lumione: the non-platonic aspects of their relationship did not take away its messed up, abusive nature. Frankly, these elements exacerbated the relationship's already potent toxicity — subjecting Hermione to a bigger world of hurt than if she and Lucius had simply remained mere enemies. His words would have cut less into her, too.
The reasons why these two began developing feelings for each other, at the outset? Also far from romantic! Hermione's emotional dependency on him, plus her need for softer behavior from him so she could feel human again (his fault, both cases), set up her trauma bonding.
Lucius? He fell in lust with Hermione because her blood status made her forbidden to him. This was followed by him developing an ever-growing obsession with someone he hungered after, but hated as well.
Yeah. The fic didn't romanticize anything, and that includes the best moments Lucius/Hermione shared together! Those, whilst preferable to him unleashing his fury on her, also remind you of their relationship's continued abusive nature.
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