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ultralightpoe · 11 months

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The Great War - Aemond Targaryen

Authors Note: I AM SO HAPPY ABOUT SPEAK NOW! YES!

Warnings: death, cheating, a dragon is killed

Word Count: 2841

The MIDNIGHTS event! (Take a look if you love Taylor Swift) and the upcoming SOUR event (requests for that one are still open so send em in!

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My knuckles were bruised like violets

Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked

Spineless in my tomb of silence

Tore your banners down, took the battle underground

And maybe it was ego swinging

Maybe it was her

Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur

It was funny how much one's life could change within moments. You had never thought you would be here, there had been a time where you absolutely refused the thought of hurting your family or your husband, let alone fighting in a war you had been a pawn to stop in the first place.

And yet, here you were.

Covered in blood, head to toe, your hair matted and greased in the braid not that anything but bloodstains really showed. Your armor was black, like your father's armor had been, and the banner you stood by was that of blood red.

There was apart of your mind that screamed for you to stop, to find a way for peace, just as your grandfather requested. But you pushed that thought away as your sword tore across a mans stomach, slashing into his guts and tearing the green banner from his hands.

This battlefield was yours now.

“How lovely of you to join me, dear husband.” You laugh, moving up to where he was hidden, ready to jump out and scare you.

“You take all my fun, wife.”

“Not all of it, I am sure.” There is a flash of something on his face that you don’t recognize for a moment, both of you just standing there and staring at each other. You debate if he knew someone had told you, and he must be here to explain himself.

He had to have known the Queen of Whispers sent you a raven on his whereabouts, everything about his affair with Alys Rivers, and your heart began speeding up.

You would tell him it was fine, if he asked. You would not be mad. Your mother had made you swear to this marriage for peace in the realm, a realm she would be queen of within days. You could not lose it now.

But he doesn’t confront you, instead he walks up smoothly and places his lips upon yours in the softest of kisses before pulling your forehead to his own and rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs. “How about a dragon ride today? Hmm?”

“I was actually wishing to sit with my grandfather- since he is sick I think it necessary to-” His lips are on yours before you can finish your sentence, allowing yourself to melt into his touch some more. The rumors about Alys couldn’t be true, not when he loved you so….. “A dragon ride sounds lovely.”

All that bloodshed, crimson clover

Uh-huh, sweet dream was over

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

Uh-huh, tears on the letter

I vowed not to cry anymore

If we survived the Great War

He could sense you on the battlefield. As he always sensed when you were near before this.

It had been an odd trait of his, always knowing where you were lurking and following. Where most people ignored you like a shadow he couldn’t help but see you. You had been his light.

“I want that Targaryen bitches head!!” A shout behind him has him whirling with his sword until it’s pressed on the man's throat, the sharpness of the blade slicing his neck until blood leaks down his neck.

“She. Is. Mine.” The man nods , gasping when the blade is taken away as Aemond turns back to the battlefield.

“She’s announced she wants your head…” Another soldier murmurs, watching your army hit another barrier of his people.

You want me so badly, wife? Come and get me.

The throne room looked dull and empty, the sunlight barely peeking through what windows were not covered as Aemond stares at the floor before him.

The guilt was something he never expected.

It’s not like he wanted to marry you, it had simply been for peace amongst the family, and he already had a relationship with Alys Rivers long before you swore yourself to him. So why shouldn’t he get to keep his love?

So he spent some nights with his mistress and some with you. Only the more time he spent with you the more he craved your presence. It was beginning to wear into his soul.

And now he stood in the very same throne room he married you in, after spending a night in his mistresses sheets, talking about putting his brother on the throne and betraying the very thing your marriage stood for. The peace treaty.

“Has it happened?” Alicent asks, a sob raking her body as she turns to the others. Aemonds own throat tightened up before he felt it. Like a needle entering the small of his spine, hitting the nerves all the way up to his neck, you were close.

“They killed the beast this morning…” The dragonkeeper murmurs, and Aemond feels like puking. Your dragon, your charming beast had been taken out so you would have no chance of escape, no chance to get back to your mother.

“Aegon is being bathed right now. And Rhaenys is still deciding in her chambers, though I still think we need to-” Otto begins only for Alicent to scream.

“WE’VE ALREADY KILLED ONE DRAGON TODAY, THERE WILL BE NO MORE DEATH!”

There is a gasp from the doors and everyone's heads whip around to them, before he can stop himself Aemond is rushing to get to them. But there is nothing there when he opens them.

You drew up some good faith treaties

I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone

You said I have to trust more freely

But diesel is desire, you were playin' with fire

And maybe it's the past that's talkin'

Screamin' from the crypt

Tellin' me to punish you for things you never did

So I justified it

You think on your grandfather kissing your head the day of your wedding, the heavy veil weighing your head down as you tried not to cry when he whispered a thank you for your sacrifice. Then you thought of your first night with your husband, scared and lonely, wishing you had family when he offered to play chess.

Oh how you had loved him throughout your marriage, and now….you were gutting anyone who got between you and him on the battlefield. You would make him regret ever crossing your family.

They forgot Rhaenys, or maybe they didn’t forget her but they thought you would never find out until she had already sided with them.

You were running through the halls so quickly that your slippers fell off and by the time you got to your great aunts rooms you had a thick layer of sweat covering your body as well as tears. You had sobbed to her as you broke the door down, falling into her when the wood gave out and allowing her to cradle you for a moment before she rushed you to stand again.

You had no dragon and hers was locked up, so you had to concentrate on what to do next.

All that bloodshed, crimson clover

Uh-huh, the bombs were close and

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

Uh-huh, the burning embers

I vowed not to fight anymore

If we survived the Great War

He finally sees you from a distance, swinging his sword at a giant coming for him smoothly as he scans you for injuries. A vision covered in blood, your eyes narrowing in on him the second he smiles at you.

His heart begins to beat through his chest as you step towards him, one step first slowly followed by another before you full blown charge at him. His breath catches as he watches, hand tightening on the sword and his feet preparing for the blow, and for the smallest moment he thinks of letting you kill him.

Letting you get your vengeance.

If you had killed his dragon and betrayed his family isn’t that what he would want himself?

“We need to go Aemond.” Otto Hightower snaps, following his grandson through the halls of the keep, a fuming look on his face as he does so .

But Aemond refused to listen, no, he needed to find you before anyone else did. He had to be the one to tell you of what his family had done. The only problem being that no one had seen you.

Not your maids or your ladies in waiting, not even the castle maids.

When he tears through your shared apartments he doesn’t see you and the anxiety rising in his chest begins to take over. You knew. You had to have known.

That’s when he sees it, the small parcel you had hidden under a vase of flowers beside your side of the bed. Just the corner had been peeking out and when he tugs on it he finds a letter written to you by the Queen of Whispers.

There is a cracking feeling in his chest that rises up his neck and into his ears, and all he can see is red. “Y/N!”

It turned into something bigger

Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed

Your finger on my hair pin triggers

Soldier down on that icy ground

Looked up at me with honor and truth

Broken and blue, so I called off the troops

That was the night I nearly lost you

I really thought I lost you

By the time he is within arms reach you are swinging your sword as hard as you can, his own steel hitting yours with a crash before you both draw back and start again. It’s like a dance between you two, one that you haven’t done in years but feels so exhilarating all the same.

One turn and you slice his arm, only to have him slice your thigh, so you duck and swing upwards. He dodges back and the tip of your sword hits the very tip of his nostril.

A moment of pride fills you when he takes in a deep breath, pulling your sword in and getting into the proper stance.

“Is that all you got?” He laughs and you find yourself smirking.

“I was just getting started.”

“You know, I remember the first night I had you…. You had been so scared I was sure you’d sob the entire-” He knew what he was doing, that much was evident when he blocked your blow with a smirk and retaliated just as quickly.

Your knees wobble when the force of it sends you back, but you grit your teeth and grab his wrist before he can pull away, trying to wrestle his sword free as he uses his body strength to throw you.

“There are many people here…” You murmur, ducking behind your veil as your new husband leads you to the dance floor, your hand gripping his own so tightly you feel as though you might break the bones that lie underneath. “I might fall or-”

“Do you not trust that I would keep you upright, my dear ni-wife?”

“You haven’t given me a reason to trust-”

“Then today I shall.” He whispers in your ear before getting ready to start the dance. And you follow his lead, the nerves making you hesitate every step of the way, but soon enough you found your way with Aemond and it no longer mattered who was watching.

He lifted you and spun you around, a smile on his face that many people gawked at. It was a well deserved smile.

We can plant a memory garden

Say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair

There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair

And we will never go back

He has you pinned to the mud below and a snarl written on his face, his back screaming at the amount of pressure he has put on it today but the feeling of satisfaction at you being stuck was far too big to give up now.

“We can forget this, you and I, just say the words and I’ll let this fit go.” He warns, applying a bit of pressure on your neck to cut off circulation. “By morning you can be on my side and I’ll have maids wash that blood out of your pretty hair. You can be my wife again.”

Something in him is begging you to take the deal, please please please. Please don’t leave me, please don’t make me do this….

He wondered for a moment if you would, seeing the tears well up in your eyes as you struggled to free yourself from his grip. If you would just listen, let him make this right without any of your blood being spilt, he would.

He would swear himself to you over and over if you gave him another chance.

The first night he knows he has feelings for you is the first night he turned down Alys, stopping her fingers from touching his pants as he mumbled out an excuse, forehead resting on her shoulder as he pictured your disappointed face.

He never wished to see that face, and by the time he leaves Alys’ hut he would be sure he never would.

“It’s been weeks of this Aemond,” She snaps, pulling into herself as he reaches for his leather tunic. “You said you married her to make your father happy, a death wish.”

“I did.”

“Then what is this-”

“I DON’T KNOW!” He screams, whirling on her. In truth he didn’t know what was happening, all he knew was you were left there, in the halls of the red keep as he was out there betraying you.

You had made a vow and kept to it, why couldn’t he?

“I thought you hated basta-” Alys begins her sentence with tears in her eyes before he is upon her, blue eye sparkling in the candlelight.

“Maybe you cursed me then.” It’s a spit in the face, the nail in the coffin as she reaches to slap him. The sound echoes across the room as his head snaps to the side, his cheek stinging from the pain and it takes everything in him not to retaliate.

He had to get to you, none of this mattered anymore.

To that bloodshed, crimson clover

Uh-huh, the worst was over

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

Uh-huh, we're burned for better

I vowed I would always be yours

'Cause we survived the Great War

If you agreed he would fly you away to a remote island, just the two of you. He would find you another dragon egg and grow you a garden. Nothing would ever harm you again.

He sent a quick prayer up to the gods for this before a sharp feeling is sliding between his ribcage, the cold of your dagger meeting his skin like a cool kiss on a heat ragged day.

He doesn’t really comprehend it, just grunts out in pain and loosens his hold on you to lean back, his hands flying up to see what damage had been done.

“nO.” He gasps out, eyes flying to where you are in the mud.

If he was scared in this moment he had no clue what you were, eyes wild as you sob, your chest rising and falling with every short breath you take.

“KILL HER!” Someone calls, and for a second all Aemond can think to do is crawl to you. Ignoring the pain in his side as he removes his bloody hands from it, he makes his way to you, bringing one hand up to your cheek as an arrow marks through you.

Your body shudders as it pierces from your back to your stomach, sliding right into Aemonds own stomach where he has wrapped his body around yours. If death was to greet him today then he would be sure not to be separated from you.

Soldiers charged in at once and you let out a couple more sobs, and he found himself whispering in your ear “Just a second of pain, and we’ll be free.”

Uh-huh

I would always be yours

'Cause we survived the Great War

Uh-huh

I vowed I would always be yours

Alicent buries you both together, a black veil over her head, her hands bound by rope with Cregan Stark keeping her close.

This would be her final day outside, for the rest of her days would be in a tower, no freedom and no allies.

She yearns for her children, and she yearns for her dear old friend, looking at the grass growing from the burnt earth surrounding your grave.

Yes, she thinks while allowing the tears to fall, you both would be together after the war.

#aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond x y/n #prince aemond #aemond fluff #aemond targaryen angst #aemond targaryen possessive #house of the dragon #house of the dragon angst #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon smut #house of the dead #taylor swift #taylor swift midnights #midnights album

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winniethewife · 4 months

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My hand was the one you reached for (Cassian Andor X reader)

Warnings: angst, canon character death,

Words:440

“Cassian! Please don’t do this. This is a suicide mission.” She had managed to catch up to him after nearly chasing him across the base.

“I have to, the Rebellion needs me!” He says with an exasperated simile on his face. “It’ll be fine.”

“What about me, I need you, there’s no way you’re going to get the plans for that thing and survive!” She was desperate for him to hear her. to give the job to another unlucky guy, but she knows he won’t.

“Always remember us, always remember this.” Cassian takes her hands in his and squeezes them tightly. His chocolate brown eyes looking into hers, full of love and hope.

“I vowed not to cry anymore, not after everything” She says softly as she feels the sting of tears in her eyes.

“Shh…we just have to have hope. Fight for a better future.” Cassian reminds her. he presses a kiss to her knuckles. “Remember when you said I have to trust more freely? Can you trust me to come home to you?” She laughs and shakes her head at him.

“You were playin' with fire, still are as far as I can tell.” She mutters. “Fine, but you better come home.” She sighs. Cassian pulls her in for a tight embrace.

“We’re going to win this darling. I know it.” Cassian smiles at her.

“I hope so.” She chuckles.

“I know so.” He said lovingly.

When she found out what happened on Scarif She was devastated, but she fought harder than ever over the next several years. With hard work and determination, they did win. She stood on the surface of Endor as the sky lit up with fire. But her hands felt empty, without his hand in hers. One day like many before she went to the memorial of the fallen Rebels on Coruscant, it was the closest place to a grave site she had to visit. She sat on one of the benches. She looked up to the sky.

“Cassian…I can’t Believe it’s been 5 years since…Since I lost you. You have no idea how much I miss you. I thought the worst was over, but these days filled with nothing, with keeping the peace and governing? I almost miss the war. Mostly I miss you. I know you’d want me to move on with my life, but…It feels impossible, I vowed I would always be yours, I can’t see myself with anyone else. I can’t.” She spoke to nothing, but for a brief moment she feels the breeze move around her, a familiar warmth, a gentle embrace. Then the feeling passes. She smiled.

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#fanfiction #fan fiction #reader insert #self insert #taylor swift #Spotify #midnights #the great war #starwars #star wars #cassian andor x reader #cassian andor #rouge one #star wars fan fic #Diego Luna #andor #diego luna x reader #Diego Luna fan fic

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wavesoutbeingtossed · 2 months

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The "Am I Allowed To Cry?" story reads to me like this:

I vowed not to cry anymore if we survived the Great War so I justified it.

I didn't know if you'd care if I came back but at least I’m trying. The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me, would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

I search for your dark side but what if I'm alright right here? Because I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away, but if the story's over, why am I still writing pages? I gave you so much, but it wasn't enough. What am I supposed to do if there's no you? This won't go back to normal, if it ever was, it's been years of hoping, and I keep saying it because 'cause I have to.

This ultraviolet morning light below tells me this love is worth the ﬁght, and I wish you would come back, wish I'd never hung up the phone like I did and I wish you were right here, right now. You know I would stay forever if you say, "don't go," but you won't. If I had known what I'd known now I never would've played so nonchalant.

I wonder what we would've become if you were a better man, because you would've been the one if you were a better man. The battle's in your hands now but I would lay my armor down if you'd say you'd rather love than fight. Come on, don't leave me like this, I thought I had you figured out -- something's gone terribly wrong, you're all I wanted.

I could stand up and sing you a song but I don't wanna have to go that far. So, babe, if you know everything, tell me, why you couldn't see that when I left, I wanted you to chase after me? If you just said you're sorry I know that we could work it out somehow and if this was a movie, you'd be here by now.

But if I would've known how many pieces you had crumbled into I might've let them lay.

#ttpd playlists #the tortured poets department #me thinking too hard about taylor lyrics #writing letters addressed to the fire #there's a whole other post percolating in my head about the recurring thread in many of these songs of her taking the blame for everything #the lines i chose for this from each song aren't necessarily her bargaining #but her questioning -- the ifs/i wish/coulds #it's the questioning that's instigating the bargaining

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speaknowworldtour · 19 days

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my boy only breaks his favourite toys + lyric parallels

“the sickest army doll purchased at the mall” // “my face was grey but you wouldn’t admit that we were sick” + “all i did was bleed as i tried to be your bravest soldier fighting in only your army”

“i vowed not to cry anymore if we survived the great war” // “rivulets descend my plastic smile”

“my boy only breaks his favourite toys” // “bad bad boy shiny toy with a price”

“salute to me i’m your american queen” // “i’m queen of sandcastles he destroys”

“back when you fit in my poems like a perfect rhyme” // “cause it fit too right puzzle pieces in the dead of night”

“back when we were card sharks playing games” // “there was a litany of reasons why we could’ve played for keeps this time”

“and my mother accused me of losing my mind but i swore i was fine” // “but first, pull the string and i’ll tell you that he runs because he loves me”

“and every time i look at you it’s like the first time” // “cause you should’ve seen him when he first saw me”

“pauses then says ‘you’re my best friend’” // “he was my best friend down at the sandlot”

“i used to switch out these kens i’d just ghost” // “i felt more when we played pretend than with all the kens”

“do i really have to tell you how he bought me back to life?” // “cause he took me out of my box”

“and you call me up again just to break me like a promise so casually cruel in the name of being honest i’m a crumbled up piece of paper lying here” // “left all these broken parts told me i’m better off but i’m not”

#why are there so many?#ttpdminutes #ttpd lyric parallels #ttpd parallels

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nerdyenby · 1 year

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Third Life playlist

This is an explanation for my song choices for the Third Life segment of my Traffic Series playlist

Bang by AJR: this whole song is very much giving the same ‘Something’s going to happen but I don’t know what, thanks for coming along to find out’ energy as I get from the start of Third Life. Something’s going on, it’s not gonna end well, but we’re not particularly bothered, not yet at least. I also like to go for a double meaning and interpret the “bang” as Scar’s first death.

High Up by half•alive: “Behind your back a cold surprise, in favor of the third degree. I took a breath and took the knife, no I won’t defend the killer in me.” After accidentally killing Scar, Grian offers his own life to the man, vowing to do whatever Scar wants. When all Scar wants is company, the two establish Monopoly Mountain together and Grian comes to enjoy living with Scar. “Sitting on the mountain now I’m high up, never wanna come down. When you look at me, I’m lifted.”

Say It, Just Say It by The Mowgli’s: This song goes out to all the Third Life duos. “I will take your side, you make me feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life. And I could die to find that simple kind of love you can’t deny.”

Kamikaze by WALK THE MOON: I was familiar with the term “kamikaze” but wanted to clarify what exactly it meant in this context. According to Cambridge dictionary, a kamikaze attack is a sudden and violent onslaught, usually by an attacker who knows they will not make it out alive. I find this very fitting to 3L!Grian as he went mad causing death and destruction early on with no regard for his own life. “Going down with my wings on fire, guess I’ll see you in another life. Stepping out of body, you can tell everybody I’m a kamikaze.”

Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift: Even after Grian dies and the terms of their deal are satisfied, he still goes back to Scar. It was barely a choice. “They said the end is coming, everyone’s up to something, I find myself running home to your sweet nothings.”

Fight for it by Joy Oladokun: “You’re sticking with me tonight for life, I’m sticking with you.” People dying left and right, Grian and Scar stick together, fighting for their lives.

The Great War by Taylor Swift: “All that bloodshed, crimson clover, the bombs were closer. My hand was the one you reached for all throughout the Great War. I’ll always remember the burning embers. I vowed not to fight anymore if we survived the Great War.” Final deaths raining around them, they leaned on each other heavily, relying on each other until it got to the final three. Scar was the one to bring Grian to red. “Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I’d been betrayed,” only for Scar to offer him his final life and the crown. Grian watched awestruck as Scar later down his life, giving the other complete permission to kill him.

Graveyard by Halsey: “It’s crazy when the thing you love the most is the detriment.” This song can be from either Grian or Scar’s point of view of how Grian keeps being the one to hurt Scar the most. They keep running back to each other, hoping it will change, but it never does. Whether it’s Scar’s first death or his last, it’s Grian. It’s always Grian. “When the hand you wanna hold is a weapon, and you’re nothing but skin.”

Gladiator by Waterparks: This is about the final fight in the cactus ring and all the forces pushing them into it: the ghosts, the Watchers, and us the viewers. “And what it comes back to is gladiators. Make them fight to the death. And they would cheer on a gladiator, but the whole time the gladiator wasn’t fighting because he liked fighting[…] he was fighting completely for survival. And his whole survival completely relied upon a stadium full of people.”

Getaway Car by Taylor Swift: After killing Scar, Grian reflects on how they met. “I struck a match and blew your mind, but I didn’t mean it, and you didn’t see it.” Their bond was formed from destruction and guilt. They were never going to end any other way. “Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery, think about the place where you first met me.”

? by Tate McRae: “It’s crazy to me because you grow up, you lose friends, you’re suddenly scared of things that you were literally never scared of before. And when I was younger, I used to think I could fly.” Grian’s final death: the fall.

Finale by AJR: Grian winning the Third Life and having to make Last Life. “Congratulations on your bit of success, we can’t wait to see what you do next.” The speaker can be interpreted the Watchers or us the audience (if you interpret them as distinct). “They wanted heaven from me, I gave ‘em hell. Now they want something bigger, I’m overwhelmed.”

#cw death #tw sui implied #traffic series #trafficblr #third life #grian #goodtimeswithscar #scarian #<- not really writing them as romantic but you can interpret it however you like #don’t ship real people ofc #nerdy’s traffic analysis

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lady-of-imladris · 11 months

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CHAPTER 4 - IF WE SURVIVE THE GREAT WAR

Synopsis: The years are passing by and Thranduil and Anarríma have some decisions to make

Word count: 4k

Pairings: Thranduil/OC

Warnings: mention of knife kink? I don't that any warnings apply to this chapter but please tell me if I missed something!!

Link to the chapter overview

Always remember Uh-huh, tears on the letter I vowed not to cry anymore If we survived the Great War - The Great War (Taylor Swift)

Thranduil was happy. For the first time in his life, he would freely admit to anyone that he was feeling great. His life was everything he ever dreamed of. The war was over, his people loved and respected him as a king, and he had her. Anarríma. His lady. His love. His everything. The king smiled to himself as he opened the small box Galion had delivered to him earlier. Yes. Today would be a very good day.

“This is the most stressful day ever!” Anarríma exclaimed loudly, pacing up and down. It was the anniversary of her first meeting with Thranduil. They had never exchanged gifts previously, but this morning, when they were still in bed, Thranduil had told her that he would like to dine with her tonight. Just the two of them, because he wanted to give her something. She had nothing for him. Yet. Ana strode to the door, opening it and telling the nearest guard to go find Galion, as quickly as possible.

Thranduil’s butler arrived not two minutes later. Anarríma received him in her study, where she was currently taking care of some of Thranduil’s work. The king had intended for her to busy herself with whatever she wanted. Sewing, reading, gardening. The choice was hers. But Anarríma grew bored soon, having been very busy the last two decades, planning and fighting a war. Thranduil had been surprised when Celeborn told him that Ana had been his chief advisor and a brilliant military strategist. Ana had not told Thranduil herself, and she did not intend to. What for? They would never fight anymore.

“How may I serve you, my lady?” Galion asked, bowing his head in respect. Anarríma looked up from her work. “You know what Thranduil intends to give me this evening?” Galion’s entire face went red. “My lady, I cannot-,” he stuttered. Ana held up a hand, silencing him. “I do not want to know what it is, I just want to give him something that matches his gift. I was not aware we would be exchanging gifts and I do not want to have nothing for him.” Galion smiled. He liked the lady Anarríma. She was making his king very happy every single day, and Thranduil deserved such happiness. They both did.

“You cannot gift him something similar, my lady. Our king’s gift for you is one of a kind,” he stated plainly. Anarríma threw her head back in frustration. “Of course it is perfect,” she mumbled, “What can I give him, Galion? What does he like?” Galion cleared his throat. “You. He likes you.” Ana looked at him bewildered. “So you are suggesting what? That I tie a pretty bow around myself and let him unwrap me? That I give myself to him and let him have his way with me?” Galion nodded, not even slightly shocked by the suggestion.

Ana sighed and shrugged. “Well it is Thranduil after all, I do not think he would complain. Thank you Galion, you may leave.” “Actually, my lady,” Galion spoke, putting a large box he had been carrying on the desk in front of her, “his majesty sends his regards. He wishes for you to wear this to dinner.” Ana smiled, Thranduil always did this. He constantly sent her new dresses to wear, and they were always made from incredibly soft and beautiful fabrics. She gently untied the bow and took the lid off the box, revealing a sparkling white gown. Galion smiled knowingly, bowed, and left.

The dress was stunning. She had never seen something like it before. It looked like it had been made of pure starlight, possessing an almost unnatural glow. Anarríma took it out of the box fully, hanging it properly, so it would not crease before dinner. She mindlessly ran her fingers along the golden embroidery along the sleeves, and sat down again, finishing the last bit of her work for the day before getting ready for the dinner with Thranduil.

The king groaned inwardly, fidgeting with the small box in his pocket. If there were a prize for the worst meeting, this one would surely win it. His advisors were pestering him constantly. Thranduil was tired of it. One of them, a relic from his father’s reign, was asking him almost daily about his plans to produce an heir. He would love to release him from his duties, but that proved impossible. He was the only one who understood his system, so losing him would plunge the realm into chaos. Thranduil had secretly tasked his good friend Feren with acquainting himself with his councillor’s bookkeeping. He would be rid of him soon enough. The king rose from his seat, declaring the meeting to be over for the day, as he had other plans. It was time for dinner.

Nervously, he walked back to his chambers, his hand in his pocket. When he walked in, he found Anarríma, sitting at her vanity, idly brushing her hair. She was so lost in thought that she did not hear him walk up to her. Ana jumped as she felt him gently take the brush out of her hand. He chuckled and began brushing her soft curls. “Good evening, meleth nin.” Ana smiled and relaxed into his touch. “Hello, my love. Did Galion bring you the dress?” Thranduil inquired. The elleth nodded excitedly. “It is beautiful. You shouldn’t have.” Thranduil returned the brush to its place on the vanity and offered Ana his arm, walking her into their dressing room.

“Tonight is a very special night. It calls for a very special dress,” he commented, taking her dress off the hanger and helping her step into it, not even trying to conceal how he was staring at her chest. Thranduil laced up the dress, kissing his way up Anarríma’s back, drawing little gasps from her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, looking at them in the large mirror. “We match,” Anarríma remarked upon seeing that Thranduil’s robes were made from the same shiny material. She smiled as the king kissed her cheek softly. “Shall we?” he asked, offering his arm. Ana took it and let him escort her to dinner.

They ate in Thranduil’s dining room. The doors to the balcony were open and the setting sun enveloped the forest in a warm glow. Anarríma noticed Thranduil getting more and more nervous as the night went on, constantly fidgeting. “Meleth nin, are you alright?” she asked after dessert had been served. Thranduil looked at her, startled by her question. “Yes, yes I am fine, how are you, my darling?” he choked out and hastily ate some cake. Ana was perplexed by his behaviour. “I am- fine? But what on Arda is going on with you? You look as if you were about to face Ancalagon himself.” Thranduil chuckled nervously at the comparison. He would rather face Ancalagon at this very moment.

As Ana finished her dessert, Thranduil decided that it was time. He rose from his seat and took her outside. She looked beautiful in the light of the setting sun and Thranduil found himself staring at her, just smiling. “I love you, Ana,” he whispered to her as he wrapped an arm around her waist and looked out at the vast forest. “I love you too,” she whispered back, leaning against him and breathing in his scent. “Marry me,” he said suddenly, not knowing what came over him. He had planned it meticulously, what he would say to her. Word for fucking word. And he had messed it up just like that.

“What?” Anarríma’s voice was shaky. Unsure of whether she had imagined it or not. Thranduil tore himself away from her and went down to one knee, holding both her hands in his. “I have loved you from the moment I first held you in my arms and I cannot ever let you go. I want you. I need you. I need you at my side, as my queen. I need you to face all the ages of the world with me. I want you to raise our children with me. I want you to marry me.” Anarríma had tears in her eyes as she looked down at the king kneeling before her. Every single day he told her how much he loved her. Wanted her. Needed her. But this was different.

Thranduil took the small box out of his pocket and presented it to her. It was a stunning piece of jewellery. It looked like tiny branches, intertwined with each other, incredibly small flowers growing on some of them. Had she been paying closer attention, Anarríma would have noticed that the design of the ring matched the embroidery on her gown. But she was hypnotized. By the ring, and by Thranduil’s eyes. She knew their colour inside out, but she could swear that they were different. There was a fire in his eyes. Thranduil was a dragon, and she was his treasure. And he would never let her go.

Her hands were shaking. Her entire body was. She could not keep him waiting much longer. Anarríma wordlessly extended her left hand towards Thranduil, still shaking very obviously. Thranduil took the ring out of the box and slowly pushed it onto her finger. Ana stared blankly into space, tears streaming down her cheeks, wincing slightly when she felt the king kiss her hand. She loved him. She wanted to spend the rest of all eternity with him. She wanted to be his. But everything in her screamed at her to run away from Thranduil. To save herself. Anarríma commanded her body to obey and the voices stopped, but not before uttering one last thing. You will die at his hands.

3 years later

Thranduil and Anarríma, his betrothed, awoke like they did every day, naked and holding each other. This day, however, was very different. This was the day they would be getting married and she would be crowned Queen of the Woodland Realm. Thranduil smiled to himself at the thought, as he slowly ran his fingers through his soon-to-be wife’s long golden curls. Her hair had grown so much since the end of the war that it now reached her waist. Thranduil once told Ana that it was probably his doing, since he pulled her hair so often. The tips of her ears had turned bright red at his comment. Reminiscing, the king gently wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled on it, earning a sigh of contentment from his lady, who was still half asleep.

Their peace did not last long. Galion was the first to enter, ushering them out of bed and urging them to get dressed. The delegations from Loríen and Rivendell had arrived. Anarríma sprinted down the hallway to the throne room, dragging Thranduil with her. She had not seen Celebrían or Galadriel in over 15 years. “Nésa [sister],” she exclaimed excitedly and jumped into her Celebrían’s arms. “I have missed you so much,” they both said at the same time, laughing and crying. Anarríma felt a soft hand caress her head and she turned around to see Galadriel standing behind her, smiling. “Ammë [mother].” “Suilad, sëldenya [Greetings, my daughter],” Galadriel hugged Ana tightly. “You have been so very brave, my child,” she whispered the thought to her, only in her mind.

Anarríma greeted Celeborn and Elrond next, leaving Thranduil standing around awkwardly in his own throne room. He bowed to Galadriel and Celebrían. “Hirilion nin [My ladies]”. Celebrían chuckled and approached the king, pulling him into a hug. “Don’t you ever call me that again”, she chided. Relief washed over Thranduil, but it was quickly dampened when he met Galadriel’s penetrating gaze. “Oropherion,” he heard her voice in his head, “do not presume that I do not know what happened between you and my daughter in that tent. My husband told me everything.” A shiver ran down his spine. How much did Celeborn know? “He persuaded our dear son-in-law to tell him what had transpired between the two of you”, Galadriel answered his unspoken question. Thranduil saw her mischievous smile and he felt her leave his mind. The hard part was over.

Anarríma turned around as she sensed another presence in the room, letting go of Lord Celeborn. Her brows furrowed as she properly regarded her sister. “You’re pregnant!?” she exclaimed in surprise. Celebrían laughed and nodded. Ana turned to Elrond, who smiled proudly. “Twins,” he confirmed. “Congratulations,” Thranduil said, having finally regained his composure, “the two of you will make marvellous parents.” “As much as I would love for this conversation to continue,” Celebrían cut in, “you are getting married in three hours and the both of you look like you just rolled out of bed.” Thranduil and Anarríma exchanged guilty glances.

“I’ll get ready in my office, you take our chambers,” Thranduil said to his lady and walked off, Celeborn and Elrond following him. “Our chambers?” Celebrían gave her sister a suggestive look and they both giggled before walking to Ana’s chambers, Galadriel in tow, chatting the whole way there about their lives. The Lady of Loríen, however, was deep in thought. Her daughter, the Lady of Rivendell was expecting twins with her loving husband, and her other daughter, the soldier, was about to marry her great love and become the Queen of Lasgalen. Galadriel ought to be happy. But she knew what was still to come. And she knew she could not prevent it.

Galadriel forced herself to smile and pretend to be happy. It was easier than she thought, being her daughter’s wedding day. She sang old songs of Doriath as she brushed Ana’s long golden hair, and there were tears in all of their eyes when they helped her into her dress. Anarríma thought it too extravagant, but some part of her also loved it. The dress had a train that was longer than any she had ever seen before, the sleeves were trailing on the ground as well.

The fabric was gold and silver, shining and sparkling with her every movement, and the bodice was very low cut. It consisted of leaves, silver and golden, and encrusted with sparkling white gems. Some were embroidered fabric, others were made of metal. They covered her breasts, but little else. Anarríma still remembered Thranduil’s face two weeks ago when she told him he could not leave any marks on her body anymore. She was fairly certain that Thranduil would make up for the lost opportunities as soon as they were alone tonight.

Soon the time came for Galadriel and Celebrían to join the other guests. Galadriel sent her daughter ahead so that she could have some last words in private with Anarríma. “Do you love him?” she asked, not beating around the bush. Ana nodded. “I do, Ammë. I love him so very much.” Galadriel smiled sadly. “Then it will be worth it.” Anarríma felt frightened. Her mother being cryptic was nothing unusual, but at that moment, she scared her. “What will be worth it, Ammë?” she asked, almost afraid of hearing the answer. Galadriel did not answer. She opened the door and walked out, looking at her daughter one last time. The pain was almost unbearable. “If you marry him, it will be your doom,” Anarríma heard her mother’s voice in her mind, “and if you don’t, we will all be doomed.” And then she was alone.

Celeborn arrived to escort his daughter down the aisle. He found her standing in her chambers, staring blankly at a wall, fighting against the tears. “Anarinya?” he spoke gently, “are you alright?” Ana turned around and blinked a couple of times, nodding to her father, “Shall we?” Celeborn was not convinced at all. Nevertheless, he offered his daughter his arm. She took it, and Celeborn gently cupped her cheek and turned her face up so that he could look into her eyes. “It is not too late, I can get you out of here, Anarinya. Just say the word and this all ends.” Ana shook her head and pulled back slightly. “No Ada,” she said. “There is no other way.”

It saddened Celeborn to see his daughter like this. She had seemed so happy about the marriage. What had his wife said that caused Anarríma such grief? He knew she would never tell him. He, too, was powerless. They were quiet as they walked down the corridors of Thranduil’s halls. The guest list was long, Thranduil was a king after all. Even before they made it to the aisle, people were gathered to see her, curtsying as they passed. Anarríma and Celeborn made their way to the altar, where Thranduil was waiting anxiously for his bride. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her. Anarríma. His lady. His queen. His bride.

Usually, elven weddings were small gatherings. The only necessary components of the ceremony were the exchanging of vows and the consummation, or in their case, the exchanging of vows. Anarríma would swear not only an oath to him on this day, but also to his kingdom. She was nervous beyond all aid, but seeing Thranduil wiped her mind clean of all thoughts. He looked at her as if she were the only thing in the world that mattered and with an uncharacteristically wide smile. The king wore his crown of branches and leaves atop his head. He wore white with some gold embroidery on his cape. Celeborn kissed his daughter on the forehead and placed her hand in Thranduil’s. “Be happy, Anarinya,” he whispered to her and took his place next to his wife.

The ceremony was kept short, as was Thranduil’s preference. He would rather show his love to his wife in private. “I, Thranduil, King of Lasgalen,” he proclaimed, “hereby vow that I will cherish and love and protect you until the end of time. I swear by Manwë and Varda, by Aulë and Yavanna, that my love for you will never falter. I hereby take you, Anarríma, to be my wife. From this day, until the end of all days.” He slid the ring onto her finger gently, and yet, Anarríma felt as though she would pass out. He will be your doom. You will die at his hands. This will claim your life. The words were repeated over and over in her head.

“I, Anarríma of Loríen,” she commanded her voice to obey as she took the ring into her hand, “take you, Thranduil, as my husband.” And by Manwë and Varda, by Aulë and Yavanna, I vow to love you until the end of time. No. “And by Mandos, I vow to love you until my last breath.” So it came to pass that Anarríma of Lothloríen wed Thranduil, the King of Lasgalen. And so their doom was final.

“Kneel,” the king commanded, “swear your oath to the kingdom and receive your crown.” Anarríma obeyed. “I vow to protect this kingdom and its people from all evil, be it known or foreign. And nothing shall defend from me, whoso tries to cause it harm. This I swear by Eru Ilúvatar, I will give my life for this kingdom. I will not know mercy against our enemies.”

It was a cruel oath she took, but it was necessary. There was peace now in middle earth, and though Elrond pretended it would be everlasting, Thranduil was careful. The crown of golden leaves was placed on Anarríma’s head. It felt heavy, like a physical manifestation of the vow she had taken. Thranduil offered his hand to help her to her feet. “My queen”, he said, and it sounded like a threat. Should anyone harm a hair on her head, Thranduil’s wrath could not be contained.

The celebration that followed was unlike the ceremony itself in every single way. It lasted until the break of dawn and there was plenty of wine, food and laughter. By the end of it, Anarríma was certain she had not skipped a single dance. Everyone wanted to dance with the bride and who was she to deny them? Thranduil tried his best to contain his jealousy, but if this weren’t one of the most important days in their lives, he would drag his wife away and not leave their chambers for at least a week. But by the break of dawn, he decided that he was well within his rights to follow through with his plan.

He raised his glass for a final toast and Ana abandoned Elrond on the dancefloor to join him. “Before my wife and I retire, I want to thank you all for attending today, my dear friends. May we go towards a brighter future together.” A servant brought Thranduil a box and he took a necklace out of it. The white stones were sparkling in the fading starlight, shining brighter than the silver tree Telperion itself. “But nothing shall ever shine as brightly as my beautiful wife.” He stepped behind Anarríma and brushed her hair aside. She gasped slightly when the cold metal made contact with her skin. Thranduil clasped the necklace and she felt its weight rest against her neck and shoulders.

They left without much decorum, but they were followed by thunderous applause and laughter as Thranduil picked Anarríma up and carried her away. He smiled to himself smugly when he felt her settle into his embrace, as he heard the last noises of the party fade away. They were making bets on when the royal baby would be born. But Anarríma and Thranduil just laughed. They had all the time in the world.

Anarríma had lost both her shoes and Thranduil’s ornate robes were dropped unceremoniously in some hallway on the way to their chambers. They were both drunk and clumsy and very, very happy. Thranduil’s guards opened the door and retreated hastily. “As King of Lasgalen,” Thranduil proclaimed, “I hereby declare the ban on leaving marks on your body lifted.” With that, he carefully put Anarríma down on the bed and immediately kissed his way down from her neck to her stomach, leaving little red marks all over her body. She made a noise of utter contentment and relaxed completely.

“Thranduil,” she whispered breathlessly after a while, “off.” She vaguely gestured between them, but Thranduil understood. He took off his shirt and pulled Ana to her feet. He tried his best, but the laces of this wedding dress were unlike anything he had ever seen. The king fetched a dagger. “Not the dress,” the queen warned him, trying her best to conceal how turned on she was by the thought of him bringing a knife into this. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” Thranduil kissed Ana’s shoulder before half ripping, half slicing through the laces of her dress.

The maids would gossip the next morning, finding the queen’s dress on the bedroom floor, the laces cleanly cut and the king’s robes somewhere in the hallway. One of the queen’s shoes dropped off a stairwell and was discovered years after the wedding by a guard, earning much laughter from the king and queen, who fondly remembered their wedding night.

The gracious queen Anarríma would thank the guard, take the shoe from him and find herself in Thranduil’s arms again. His eyes were telling her that he wished for a reenactment of their wedding night. “You get to rip this one if you want,” his wife would suggest to him quietly, a little voice in her head had told her to wear an older gown when she got dressed in the morning.

And Thranduil did.

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nancyqueerler · 2 years

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I have decided that The Great War is one of the ronance songs on Midnights.

(Also, I think it helps if you view the song from Nancy's POV)

All that bloodshed, crimson clover/the bombs were closer

The fight against Vecna, drawing them closer to each other, and the bombs being the forks in the road along the way. Memories (Nancy, because of Vecna's curse showing her Barb and her night with Steve) and aches.

My hand was the one you reached for/All throughout the Great War

Self-explanatory

I vowed not to fight anymore/If we survived the Great War

The tension between them entirely erasing itself from the equation after the monsters are gone. Finally being able to nurture their relationship from the tiny sprout it is.

You drew up some good faith treaties/I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone/You said I have to trust more freely

Robin allowed herself to settle the personal resentment she felt for Nancy, trying her best to please Nancy and get her to like her.

Nancy still shut her off a bit, carrying a weight on her shoulders on her own. Robin ultimately 'convinces' Nancy that she can be trusted to help.

But diesel is desire, you were playing with fire/And maybe it's the past talking/Screaming from a crypt

Nancy's fear of truly falling, perhaps, blaming herself for how her previous loves ended.

It turned into something bigger/Somewhere in the haze (lavender haze reference; it means being in a haze of love), got a sense I was betrayed/Your finger on my hairpin triggers

Their relationship turning into something bigger, swelling up in both of them.

After Jonathan moves and the 'haze' starts to give away, Nancy slowly begins to grow upset with him.

Hairpin triggers (a theory) could be a callback to a song of Taylor Swift's, and 'hairpin triggers' would basically be a metaphor for, in this case, a new lover (Robin) reminding Nancy of the past relationships that hurt her.

Broken and blue, so I called off the troops/That was the night I nearly lost you/I really thought I'd lost you

*starts fucking crying*

Nancy standing on the battlefield graveyard of her past loves with Robin by her side, it's true.

#this is a mess #anyway #this is that. if it's coherent lmk.#i'm tired as hell #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #heron talks

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the-lesbianest-batman · 2 years

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The Great War - Taylor Swift

I'm going to be analysing the song from a merthur perspective, trying to prove to you how merthur coded it really is!!!!

In my opinion the song is mostly from Arthur's perspective.

My knuckles were bruised like violets

so this is arthur, always a fighter, trained to kill since birth et cetera

Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep talked

arthur is very repressed emotionally and has feelings for merlin he's not accepting, so he let's that out through anger (also the sleep talk thing fits really nice because we've had scenes of both merlin and arthur sleeping/waking up saying each others names)

Spineless in my tomb of silence

I feel like the tomb of silence can be read has his fear of dying/ never being able to express his true feelings and arthur living his life like that- rigid and spineless because of his father's influence.

Tore your banners down, took the battle underground

so yes the banners are merlins openness, regarding both magic and being gay and arthur is repressed and ignores merlin being queer in more way than one. the battle of ofc the actual literal battles and also his internal battle over his feelings

And maybe it was ego swinging

this could be arthur thinking his ego/arrogance are responsible for the conflicts and the war

Maybe it was her

personally I see this as morgana, since she is the only valid love interest merlins ever had (in arthur's mind at least - tbt "where are my flowers") and also morgana being responsible for the war

Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur

this one's obvious- in my version of the great war of camelot vs morgana, arthur didn't die but got injured and is now regaining consciousness, so his memories start to come back. this could be when the song is playing because he's thinking about his feelings and the situation and all that.

now for the chorus

All that blood shed, crimson clover

so blood shed is like arthur thinking about like all the casualties of the war and also him having killed so many innocent magic users. plus him and his gang have killed many ppl so yes it fits.

Uh-huh, sweet dream was over

so yes this could be s2e10 sweet dreams (aka the ep with the best merthur potential imo) or more likely arthurs infatuation for merlin feeling like a dream (yk that high when you fall in love)

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

them both supporting each other during the war <3 (maybe merlins magic was revealed and they're fighting side by side?

Always remember

Uh-huh, tears on the letter

omg I have a great idea for this: post magic reveal merlin gives him a letter being all "I'm leaving" and arthur crying -> tears on the letter.

I vowed not to cry anymore

If we survived the Great War

them hoping for their eventual happy ending (which they DESERVE)

You drew up some good faith treaties

court sorcerer merlin helping arthur with political stuff/ lowkey being an advisor th3 way he kinda is in the show already???

I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone

again, arthur shuts himself off and doesn't accept or express his feelings. drawing curtains closed is very "I'm not out to myself/I'm the closet/ !!!beard!!!" to me and drinking my poison all alone is also heavily leaning on repressed feelings/ sexuality crisis.

You said I have to trust more freely

this is arthur trying to get over his prejudices/fears about magic. and perhaps even getting over his internalised homophobia and trust issues and merlin is for sure helping with that.

But diesel is desire, you were playin' with fire

arthurs internalised homophobia and stuff kicking in- he's scared after all. it's like the golden-harry styles thing. merlin: "I know that you're scared because I'm so open."

And maybe it's the past that's talkin'

Screamin' from a crypt

uthers god awful parenting and influences being the past that's talking. say it with me IN-TER-NA-LISED HO-MO-PHO-BI-A

Tellin' me to punish you for things you never did

arthur sees that magic is not a crime and that he shouldn't punish merlin for "the crime" of using magic. and on a subtextual leven this could again also apply for gayness since magic=gay (watch the aretheygay video on merthur, I'm not gonna explain that concept rn)

So I justified it

this right here is arthurs character development. he's no longer hiding behind his father's politics but taking matters into his own hands-legalisong magic and making a case for all magic users- justifying how magic should be legal in front of the conservative councilmen

All that blood shed, crimson clover

Uh-huh, the bombs were close and

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

Uh-huh, the burning embers

I vowed not to fight anymore

If we survived the Great War

pretty much the same as the first chorus BUT "the bombs were close" and "the burning embers" "and the last two lines. so the first difference is a reference to the war yes. the burning embers are imo merlins eyes when he uses magic. seeing merlins eyes go golden woudl be a pivotal moment for arthur-it being the undeniable proof that YES, MERLIN HAS MAGIC. and the last two lines are again about hoping for their happy ever after. arthur did dream about him and merlin living on a farm. if that's not gay then what is tbh

It turned into something bigger

friends to lovers say what

Somewhere in the haze got a sense I'd been betrayed

again this is both applicable to magic or gay. arthur felt betrayed that merlin didn't trust him and maybe even that merlin WAS that way (he's repressed not homophobic or magicphobic(???)

Your finger on my hair pin triggers

Hold you down on that icy ground

oooh what if merlin was like injured and it would be kinda opposite of s5e13 with arthur being the one panicking over merlins dying body (except that merlins immortal ofc)

Looked up at me with honor and truth

Broken and blue, so I called off the troops

so yes merlin is on his not-really death bed, loyal, honest and honourable until the very end proving to arthur that all his prejudices were for nothing because this, THIS is all that matters. HE is all that matters

That was the night I nearly lost you

I really thought I lost you

the "merlin almost dies and arthur realises everything right then and there" vision is SO CLEAR omg

We can plant a memory garden

Say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair

it's giving "vision of the future and their happy ending". arthur dreams of their future together and wants more happy memories with merlin. plus the poppy flower thing is adding onto my merthur farmers au for this song. escapism due to war trauma so true

There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair

yeah so to me this is by now post war. the war is won. they're trying to pick up the pieces.

And we will never go back

confirming that arthur has had his acceptance arc, he's now accepting merlin, himself, magic, being gay and also turning his back to the violence, striving to bring a new peaceful era to the lands of albion.

To that bloodshed, crimson clover

Uh-huh, the worst was over

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

Uh-huh, we burn for better

I vowed I would always be yours

'Cause we survived the Great War

yes so end of war. the worst was over. also "we burn for better" is such a raw line? omfg taylor!!! so yes they got together in a "I might die tonight so I have to tell you something" situation, vowed they would always love each other and BOTH survived the great war. haply ending confirmed.

I would always be yours

Cause we survived the Great War

I vowed I would always be yours

repetition for emphasis.

so yeah. that was my analysis of the great war. I hope this wa enjoyable and I hope you all now add this to your merthur playlists.

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evilssense · 1 year

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Why is absolutely no one talking about how Taylor Swift is so dark academia coded?

"I'm a soldier who's returning half her weight" "Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone, I keep waiting for you but you never come" "I like shiny things but I'll marry you with paper rings" "I vowed not to fight anymore if we survived the great war" "wanting was enough, for me it was enough" "look at this godforsaken mess that you've made me" "time mystical time, cutting me open then healing me fine" "but I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain and it's 2:00 a.m. and I'm cursing your name" "on a Wednesday in a coffee I watched it begin again" "this is me praying that this was the very first page, not when the storyline ends" "you know the greatest loves of all time are over now" "there were pages turned with the bridges burned, everything you lose is a step you take" "now I'm searching for signs in a haunted club" "writing letters, addressed to the fire" "I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bone, in a faith forgotten land" "and I damn sure I never would've danced with the devil" "with you I'd dance in a storm in my best dress, fearless" "you drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleeding" "sweet tea in the summer, cross your heart won't tell no other" "picture me in the weeds, before I learned civility I used to scream ferociously" "I made you my temple, my mural, my sky" "we're the new romantics, the best people in life are free" "carnations you had thought were roses, that's us" "the burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed the wine into me" "then it fades into the grey of my day-old tea cause it could never be" "your heart was glass I dropped it, champagne problems" !!!!!!!!

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daylightaftertherain · 1 year

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ok ok sea bestie

i know i sent one of these to you yesterday but i'm also lowkey losing my mind over how wilmon coded the great war is so

let's get into it

My knuckles were bruised like violets Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked Spineless in my tomb of silence Tore your banners down, took the battle underground

(coming back after break at the beginning of s2 but then again at the end of s2. just how the whole thing feels like a fight against everyone else except for them)

All that bloodshed, crimson clover Uh-huh, sweet dream was over My hand was the one you reached for All throughout the Great War Always remember Uh-huh, tears on the letter I vowed not to cry anymore If we survived the Great War

(just how after everything, they still came back to each other again. they couldn't help but reach for each other. they're each other's safe space, despite everything that happened between them)

You drew up some good faith treaties I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone You said I have to trust more freely

(definitely more simon coded in this verse. like how he's so used to trying to deal with things by himself)

maybe it's the past that's talkin' Screamin' from the crypt Tellin' me to punish you for things you never did

(this gives me, locker room fight vibes)

It turned into something bigger Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed

(august and sara and that whole scene on the gun range)

Looked up at me with honor and truth Broken and blue, so I called off the troops That was the night I nearly lost you I really thought I lost you

(when simon is walking away from wille in that scene following the whole gun range scene but ALSO this could apply to when wille decides to "let simon go" at the valentines dance)

I vowed I would always be yours

(the end shot and sequence of s2)

they make me go INSANE

that's all for this one but it DOES make me lose my mind when i think about it too hard

-miels 💜✨

miels my love I'm so sorry this is so late but here are my thoughts to this stupidly wilmon-coded song <3

okay intro is actually giving me strong s1 vibes. "my knuckles were bruised like violets" wille was in a literal fight and is metaphorically fighting with the crown over going to hillerska. he texts his mother asking to go back at night, aka "cursed you as I sleep-talked." "spineless in my tomb of silence" like how he didn't say anything for simon during the denial (which I know isn't his fault but this song is simon's pov so)

and YES the chorus is sooooo s2 them, with the way they keep finding each other and trusting each other unconciously and relying on each other like oh my god ahsgfjdgkd

also "drew my curtains closed" is such a simon lyric. yknow that comparison between hiw he got thicker curtains after the video? yeah. and "I vowed not to cry anymore" could mean so many things because simon's dealt with so much shit, not just from the video, and he never allows himself to be vulnerable around people outside of his close circle, and we see his past affect him throughout the show

and the way taylor sings "somewhere in the haze/got a sense I'd been betrayed" ugh I KNOW simon would be all over this song

okay now for the BRIDGE it's literally just the valentine ball in song form I swear to god, even down to the "broken and blue" line and wille's color palette including blue. also the verse after the bridge??? "say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair" religious and war imagery+wilmon my BELOVED (also the poppy symbolizes remembrance for people lost to a war - erik, august, and sara??). "there's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair," is basically s2 wilmon looking back on the morning after their first time, after all the golden lighting has drained from their lives and they realize what happened that morning.

anyway I love this song and I love you and your asks mwah <3

-💛✨

#ask #allthefakepeople #young royals #the great war

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straightfromthetorturedpoetsdept · 1 year

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Hello, hope you're having a good day

I love reading your songs' analysis but I don't get very well your analysis of The great war. What made you think this is the break up song ? Like what lyrics? I think I agree with your pov but I need more details to make my mind

Okay, so, have you listened to hits different? Do you know about the girl who lives in delusion?

The great war is kind of like this for me. First, the great war means the FIRST world war. In the context of this relationship, this is the FIRST war they had to fight. In my opinion, it is about kissgate and how she went on twitter to deny kaylor which was the betrayal that she dealt to karlie.

Let me back up, taylor has repeatedly referred to true love as golden. This is how she views her relationship with Joe, because it's not burning red. The way taylor describes falling in love is "flying towards the sun" and so when a relationship goes bad, you've flown TOO close to the sun. You're so blinded by the light that you keep flying towards it even as your feathers are melting off, Icarus.

She says in the bridge that this love was "burned for the better" which we know is incompatible with how she views true love, aka for her that's joe. Burned here implies this is an unhealthy relationship but the war imagery should tip you off to that before you get to the bridge.

So back to the song, she has started the song off with imagery of fighting and the use of the pronoun "her," and remember this is a song off an album where the theme is literally "if one thing had been different, would everything be different today?" So the song starts off with taylor thinking back to how her knuckles were bruised like violets from fighting this war.

Violet is queer coded specifically for sapphics with a whole history there, as well. So, there is another queer flower being used as imagery here.

"Cursed you as I sleep-talked, spineless in my tomb of silence" this is clearly about kissgate to me. She is having nightmares of where it all went wrong and she is tracing it back to kissgate in 2014 (?)

Crimson clover is another gay floral reference, crimson & clover is a song about sapphic love for example. Anyways, sweet dream was over gives me gold rush vibes and I have nothing else to say about it other than this.

Once we get to the chorus, we have already changed history. "Tears on the letter" brings me to closure, where the reality is karlie apologizing to her (maybe?) And taylor resenting that letter because she remembers how it used to be, how it could have been. But in the song, I think she is saying she wrote a letter crying and vowing not to fight anymore if they could survive kissgate.

I think in reality, this actually happened (karlie sobbing with her head in her hands) but taylor said something to push her away and this started the beginning of the end of their relationship.

So, the second verse I can only interpret as Karlie telling her to trust her more (maybe taylor accused her of wanting them to be caught? This is speculation but im giving an ex so u can see my train of thought of what I think the verse represents) but here is like present taylor speaking through past taylor saying "diesel is desire, you were playing with FIRE" so here is the burning imagery again. You can write a whole thesis on this line and the beautiful metaphor it is for unhealthy relationships but I'll just say here that she is saying that the desire between the two women burned up them inside until there was nothing left of what they had.

"The bombs were close" is a reference to the phone call drama that I think signals the end of their relationship for real because Karlie lost interest in her as her reputation tanked and also the way she was treating Karlie was probably not okay because she was valuing fame over the two of them.

And here she is saying "my hand was the one you reached for all throughout the great war" because karlie wanted them to go public but she was too afraid to live her truth. "Always remember the burning embers" is also another hint that she's talking about a past relationship due to that burning red metaphor she likes to use for break up songs.

Then we get into the bridge which solidifies it for me because "it turned into something bigger" feels so my tears ricochet to me. We know Taylor was betrayed by Karlie somehow in the masters situation and she is literally saying that their relationship war turned into "something bigger" because kissgate was the catalyst for karlie betraying her and causing her to lose her masters in the way that she did. "Even on my worst day, did I deserve babe all the hell you gave me" hell is depicted as a burning inferno and "raining hellfire" is what this line references to me.

Somewhere in the haze = the lavender haze

Got a sense I'd been betrayed = masters situation

Your finger on my HAIRPIN trigger = right where you left me, you won't let me come out because of our history, you had to kill me but it killed you just the same because she is queerifying pin triggers, which is a gun term that modifies it to SHOOT FASTER. The brilliance here is *chefskiss*

But remember, we're still in the time period of kissgate so this is where I make the connection to hits different bridge and outro because it feels like a complete shift in tone where Taylor does decide to trust karlie after kissgate but karlie is now falling out of love with her because karlie looked up at her with "honor and truth" during kissgate and so she called off the troops because she was the one hurting Karlie in the kissgate situation and vowed to find a way to leave her record label maybe?

She called off the troops, which I think is her record label, and I think this means she was trying to find a way to leave them for the 2 of them to go public. But we also know that karlie cheated on her during their relationship because of the way she talks about the emotions behind August.

And the most devastating part of this entire song is "that was the night I thought I lost you, I really thought I lost you" for me because it is the thing she is changing about this entire situation. This WAS the night she lost her because in reality, there was 2 great wars in history.

The Great War foreshadows the coming of a second war in the context of this relationship because people really celebrated the end of the war like it was the last bloodshed they'd see on that scale again. This is why I think it's like hits different because it wouldn't make sense for her to be saying "there is no second great war" with the context of the great war not being a break up song.

Like, in order for this to be a happy song, you would have to ignore the historical context that she is referring to specifically by using the name "the great war." And this is why ultimately to me, this is a break up song because this song is about the feeling of believing you've won before walking straight into a checkmate trap.

Then she used funeral imagery here much like she used it in so it goes for the bridge in that song too. She says "we can plant a memory garden" why would they need to plant a memory garden of they are still together.

A memory garden implies remembering someone who died at war, and then the "place a poppy in my hair" and "there's no morning glory" "it was war, it wasn't fair" these all feel like the aftermath of kissgate on their relationship.

Like yeah, they "won" the battle of kissgate but their relationship was altered by the events of this so greatly it caused a greater, bloodier war.

Again, you cannot divorce the historical context she is using in this song from your analysis and the context is "people thought ww1 was the great war because they couldn't foresee how their actions caused a CHAIN REACTION that led to the second world war" like that is the context.

The singer here, taylor, couldn't see how her actions started a domino effect that would cause Karlie to betray her during the masters situation, leading to their metaphorical death as a couple.

They survived the great war and she vowed she'd always be Karlie's but we know that's not true and that's why it's a break up song, anon.

I love you, thank you so much for this.

#ask and you shall receive #anon love #taylor swift #gaylor #kaylor #midnights #the great war

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Hi uhmI just wanted to tell you that I'm a fan of Seven Years Next May.

That fic series is so fucking great! The plots, the characterizations, the narrative, and the writing especially.

But I must admit that whzt I really cale here for is to shout that HOLY SHIT

I literally had to pause everything I'm doing (and i'm on a deadline for school and I just stared off into space because)

BECAUSE OH MY GOD

THE GREAT WAR BY MISS SWIFT IS SUCH A CHRISTIAN/TOTO SONG

I just realized it and it's such a perfect song with "the great war" referring to the 2021 season and the whole narrative of the song just mirrors Growing Pains.

I just can't decide whether the song is in christian's or toto's pov but

I vowed not to fight anymore / If we survived the Great War feels like Christian during Growing Pains

while

I vowed I would always be yours / Cause we survived the Great War at the end of the song feels like Toto when he said, "I told you, I have no intentions to leave," in They say, if you're in a hole, stop digging.

Sorry for that little essay but I'm losing my fucking mind and I needed you to know the hold this fic has on me.

Have a good day as I continue to wail over this version of Christian and Toto still feeling the afyermath of their Great War

Hi!!

So when I say I JUMPED to go and listen to that song — I’m not a huge swiftie myself and her new album was not on my radar at all until now but that song slaps lol.

I can fully see the parallels too, I love the whole analogy of fighting for a relationship so hard that it feels like you’re going to war, you’re in it with everything you have and there’s no plan b - it’s exactly how I wanted Growing Pains to be read, that kind of harsh, difficult, one in a million love (?? yah who am I kidding, this is still fanfiction about two middle aged rich men lmao) that’s still worth fighting for, no matter how hard it gets.

Thanks so much for letting me know about the song, in my mind it will now forever be associated with Christian and toto lol. Big love <33

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cheeb-beesters · 1 year

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the Great War by TS from midnights really reminds me of Fitz’s POV to Sophie these past few books, flashback, legacy and unlocked in particular. About how he’s treated her and about him trying to patch it up.

I mean, just look at the lyrics!

(I won’t be doing ALL the lyrics)

“My knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punchin’ walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked”. -Remember is Flashback when he got those bloody knuckles? And in exile when he punched holes in his walls?

“all that bloodshed, crimson clover uh huh, sweet dream was over my hand was the one you reached for-all throughout the great war”-the “sweat dream” of being a vacker was crumbling and Fitz was in a VERY emotionally turbulent state of war with his family. He still was able to start something with Sophie and there was a lot of hand holding (unless I am recalling wrong).

“I vowed not to cry anymore if we survived the Great War” -when has Fitz ever cried besides Lodestar. But anyways.

“you said I have to trust more freely-but diesel is desire, you were playin with fire”-OH MY GOSH I LOVE THIS LINE. Anyways, Sophie was testing the limits of Fitz’s trust in Legacy by hanging out with Keefe all the time and ignoring all of Fitz’s calls. Fitz wanted to help Sophie with whatever they were working on, and suddenly Sophie decides to stop and not tell him why, asks him to trust her. I mean, I wouldn’t tell Fitz why if I were Sophie’s shoes either, but Fitz is not about to trust ANYTHING freely after where that’s gotten him-not even Sophie’s word. Messing around with matchmaking is huge for fitz, that doesn’t make it justifiable, but it does make Fitzs reactions to Sophie being unmatchable understandable. The Vacker legacy is something larger than Sophie realizes and hasn’t had to live with it on her back and maintain it. In this case, Fitz being in a bad match would absolutely be playing with fire.

“And maybe it’s the past that’s talking, screaming from the crypt. Telling me to punish you for things you never did-so I justified it.”-For Fitz, he’s got a lot of history and tradition from the Vacker legacy screaming at him, and this lifestyle chokes everything that could tarnish his family’s reputation. Sophie doesn’t understand, she didn’t decide to be unmatchable and it’s not her fault-but Fitz still condemns it.

“It turned into something bigger-somewhere in the haze got a sense I’d been betrayed”-Fitz was certainly jealous, and most likely knew what Keefe was feeling for Sophie (oof)

“Your finger on my hairpin triggers-slowed you down on that icy ground-“-Sophie was certainly pushing his buttons, but Fitz is now, stellarlune, seeing how he’s treated her is affecting her-how the stress slows them down and makes them less powerful.

“Looked up at me with honor and truth, broken and bruised, so I called off the troops. That was the night I nearly lost you.”-This line makes me think of that fight scene at the end of legacy. For absolutely no reason, I love reading that scene. I love Fitz I promise.

“I really thought I lost you.”-Fitz comes back at the end of legacy, Fitz comes back in unlocked. He’s still trying in Stellarlune.

“We can plant a memory garden, say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair.”-Maybe they can revive their friendship. After everything has fallen through-the wars been fought-they can move on and be friends again.

“There’s no morning glory, it was war, it wasn’t fair.”

It wasn’t fair. I mean, they were trying to get together in the middle of an actual war werent they…

#Fitz+Taylor swift=perfect #kotlc fitz vacker #fitz with a sword #fitz vacker #kotlc headcanons #kotlc #kotlc stellarlune #kotlc sophitz #kotlc sophie #kotlc keefe

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter twelve rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!reader

Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

Series Masterlist

With Carnage’s weight on top of you, you couldn’t really move. You didn’t have the room to shift into Venom and you were starting to lose consciousness.

“You think you can beat me? You shouldn’t have even come. I’ll win this fight in no time.” Carnage laughed and easily pinned you down. You tried to break free but couldn’t. You could only watch as Carnage unhinged his jaw and bent down to bite your head off.

“Incoming!” You heard a triumphant call from above you. Spider-Man swung down on a web and kicked Carnage off of you. Carnage went tumbling back before landing on his feet and growling.

“Taser web!” Peter announced and shot another web at Carnage. It landed on his body and electrocuted him, promptly knocking him off the building. Peter quickly ran to you as you shifted back to yourself.

“Are you alright?” He panicked as he helped you up. You groaned a little at the dull ache throughout your body. You were a little sore but ultimately okay.

“I’m alright.” You answered. “Nice shot, lover.”

“Thank you. I’m still mad at you for that break up scare.” Peter joked as he dusted you off.

“Understandably so.” You laughed as Venom healed your wounds.

“But I’m still gonna help you kick Carnage’s ass.” Peter followed up. “Since you believe in me and all.”

“I do. But maybe a little less with the teen romance cliches and a little more with the killing of the deadly Alien?” You teased as Peter seemed to forget the situation you were in.

“Right.” He nodded curtly. “On it.

Carnage had climbed back up the building and was ready for more. Peter got into fighting stance and you transformed into Venom.

“Do you think this fight is off the record for my article?” You asked as Carnage swung at you. You ducked and swiped at his knees. He howled in pain before turning to Peter and charging.

“I think once someone tries to eat you, it’s free reign.” Peter called as he dodged punches from Carnage. You were impressed. Peter was putting up a good fight.

Carnage turned back to you and punched you in the gut. You retaliated by punching him in the jaw and ripping at his outer layer of skin to reveal Cletus inside.

“Cletus, you can stop this. You don’t have to be a killer anymore.” You yelled desperately.

“I’ve always been a killer, baby. You can’t change me now.” He laughed and bonded back with Carnage. Carnage kicked you in the stomach and sent you tumbling off the building. You fell freely for a moment before shooting a web and slowly lowering yourself to the ground. Peter dove off the building after you after hitting Carnage with several taser webs.

“Are you okay?” You panted as you turned back into yourself. You almost couldn’t believe you were having the biggest battle of your life with a boy you once delivered mail to. Peter took off his mask and went to check if you were okay.

“I am.” He nodded. “Are you?”

“I’m nervous, Pete.” You confessed. “He’s a lot stronger than us. There’s a lot on the line here.”

“I know.” Peter sighed. “But we’re Spiderman and Venom. We can do anything as long as we’re together.

“Alright Tiger. Save that energy for our wedding vows.” You teased him to lighten the mood. “Do we have a strategy?”

“I was thinking you keep fighting him and I pretend I’m dead down here. You can weaken him and then I’ll spring up there and ambush him. It’ll be a sneak attack. We’re gonna Trojan horse this son of a bitch.” Peter said excitedly. You laughed at his eagerness.

“That’s not really a Trojan horse. Nothing is inside anything.” You pointed out.

“You’re inside us.” Venom said as she came out in her snake like form. Peter pointed at her.

“Blammo.” He nodded. “Trojan horse. See, Venom gets it.”

He and Venom high fived, finally getting along.

“Impeccable plan Peter. We’re starting to like you. We don’t want to eat your liver as much anymore.” Venom complimented. Peter looked terrified.

“You wanted to eat my liver?!” He gasped.

“And kidneys.” Venom stated. Peters eyes went even wider.

“That’s enough. Trojan horse on three?” You asked. Everyone put their hands in the middle. Well, you and Peter put your hands and Venom put a tendril.

“One. Two. Three.” You counted. You broke and mentally prepared yourself for what was to come. Peter shot a web at the neighboring building and slid up it, upside down, like a spider. You laughed at his action, though it seemed completely normal to him. You felt a sudden sadness strike your heart at the sight of him. This could potentially be a deadly situation.

“Peter, wait.” You said suddenly.

Peter slid down his web and waited. He was still upside down but you didn’t mind.

“If we don’t make it out of this, I want you to know that I’m sorry. I’m sorry I broke up with you when I found out your secret. I didn’t know how great of a team we’d make.”

“It’s okay, Y/n. I still loved you even when I was mad at you. Nothing you can say or do will ever change how I feel. I told you, I love you more than anything. Even when you broke my heart and insulted my Star Wars bedsheets.” You opened your mouth to laugh but you were interrupted by Carnage roaring from the top of the Oscorp building.

“That’s our cue.” Peter said, getting ready to slide back up his web.

“Wait.” You said again. You approached him cautiously and carefully rolled his mask down just below his nose. Peter stayed perfectly still.

“Be safe.” You whispered, and pressed a kiss to his lips. It was a bit awkward seeing as he was upside down but it was still perfect. It would always be perfect as long as it was Peter. Peter kissed you back to the best of his ability, putting his hand on the back of your head for support, until he needed to breath.

“If I don’t make it back, know that I love you.” You said tearfully as you rolled his mask back down.

“If you don’t make it back? Wait, Y/n-“ Peter was about to protest so you pressed another kiss to his covered mouth before shooting a web towards the top of the building and flying upwards. You landed with grace and transformed into Venom. Carnage smiled a toothy grin at the sight of you.

“You can still join us Venom! There’s nothing we can’t do! You’re no different from us. Don’t act like you are.”

“We may be no different, but we are better.” You answered firmly.

“Fine. Be that way. Sorry it had to come to this.” Carnage said, though it sounded more like Cletus speaking. Carnage pulled out a match and looked down at your feet. You followed his gaze and noticed you were standing a in puddle.

“Gasoline.” You said fearfully. Carnage knew your weakness. He had that big terrible smirk on his face. But you saw something in his eyes that his smile wasn’t telling you. Fear. He was afraid. You tried to form a plan as quickly as you could.

“Some people just want to sit back and watch that world burn.” Carnage drawled. He lit the match and flicked it at you. You quickly jumped out of the way as the fire roared to life. Carnage seemed as eager to stay away from it as you were. There was now a large fire at the center of the rooftop and you and Carnage circled around it.

“Carnage told me that sound is dangerous to symbiotes.” Cleatus said suddenly. “Did you know that?”

“Sound will hurt you too.” Venom growled. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“I did something smart, actually.” Carnage said as he pulled out a remote. “I brought ear plugs.”

With that, he pressed the remote and the speakers on the roof began to emit a shrill sound. Your whole body shook and you could feel yourself separating from Venom.

“Hold on!” Venom cried. You did you best to stay together but the sound was too powerful.

“I can’t.” You yelled. Venom shot out of your body and you slumped to the ground. Carnage charged towards Venom, who was nothing but goo and picked her up. Then, he threw her like a frisbee into the night. You had no idea where or how far away she landed.

“No!” You cried. You panicked briefly before assessing the situation. You and Venom had been separated before and Venom found her way back to you. You didn’t die last time because you didn’t have any fatal injuries. All you had to do was stall until Venom made her way back. As long as Carnage didn’t injury you that badly, you could survive. The problem was, you were now weaker, slower, and had absolutely no fighting skills. Carnage was surely going to use that to his advantage. Carnage stalked over to you and raised a claw, ready to swipe.

“Any last words?” He growled. You suddenly remembered something.

“Yes. Thank God for Tony Stark.” You answered and pressed a hand against your chest. Your suit formed around your body and covered you like a second skin. Carnage looked surprised at your action. It wasn’t much but at least you had some protection until Venom came back.

“You think your little suit will protect you? Nothing will protect you from me. Now, you and Venom are gonna watch each other die all because you were too selfish to join our side.” Carnage sneered. You took notice to how Carnage “me” and not “we.”

“Venom isn’t even here.” You spat. Carnage hesitated.

“Cletus, I told you the plan was to separate Venom and Y/n so we could kill them in front of each other. What did you do with Venom?” Carnage asked in an annoyed tone.

“I’m sorry boss. I forgot. I tossed it off the building.” Cletus’s voice answered sheepishly. You watched them carefully. Their relationship wasn’t like yours and Venoms. It wasn’t equal.

“You ruined the plan. Just like you ruin everything. You’re pathetic! You’re nothing! You can’t do a single thing right!” Carnage yelled.

“I’m sorry boss.” Cleatus whimpered.

“I’ll do it myself.” Carnage growled.

Carnage turned back to you and grabbed you by the throat. He raised you up and dangled you over the edge of the building. You had done this exact thing to Peter so many times and now it was coming back to haunt you. You looked down at your dangling legs and saw the long way down to the ground. The fall was a certain death. You didn’t see Peter anywhere and you knew it was because he was on the other side of the building, waiting to sneak attack. You looked back at Carnage with tears in your eyes.

“You don’t have to do this, Cletus. I know you think Carnage is in charge, but he doesn’t have to be. You don’t have to be his puppet anymore. You can separate from him and we’ll kill him together. I’ve done it before. Please, be human. Don’t be a monster. You don’t have to kill me.” You pleaded to Cletus, hoping he would hear your through Carnage’s body.

“He will never separate from me, fool. I own him. He’s nothing without me.” Carnage growled.

“It doesn’t have to be this way, Cletus. You said you can’t change, but I know you can. I believe in you and I know you’re capable of doing the right thing. You don’t have to be a killer anymore. You can be a hero. The city will love you if you protect them from Carnage. I’ll write the story myself.” You tried again. Carnage tightened his grip around your neck. You were losing the ability to see and breath. But you could sense something. Hestitation. You might’ve been getting through to Cletus.

“Shut up!” Carnage shouted. His hands suddenly felt weaker around your throat.

“You told me you were glad I was telling your side of the story. This is your chance to change your story. Rewrite the ending. You can be the hero this time.” You begged one last time.

“He will never be the hero. I didn’t make him a killer. He always was. And that’s all he’ll ever be. Now, any last words?” Carnage asked with a grin. You noticed him faltering. There seemed to be an internal struggle going on.

“Yes. Do you know what the capital of Thailand is?” You asked the through short breaths. You were going to die of asphyxiation before he even dropped you.

“What?” Carnage asked, visibly puzzled.

“Bangkok.” You said through gritted teeth as you swiftly kicked him in the crotch. Carnage doubled over and let you go. You plopped on the ground, right near the edge, and gasped for air. Carnage recovered quickly and let out a low chuckle.

“Clever girl. Bangkok. And you hit me in my…whatever. You think a kick to the groin is gonna stop me? Nothing can. The world will know my name.” Carnage declared. He picked you up and threw you across the roof. You tumbled and groaned in pain. Little bits of gravel stuck to your face and hair. Carnage ran to you and kicked you in the stomach. You wheezed and barely had time to recover before he punched you in the face. You felt the metallic taste of blood filling in your mouth. You heard his evil laugh amongst the blaring sound of the speakers. He straddled you and pounded relentlessly onto your face with a series of blows. His huge claws left your face battered and bloody. He raised his sharp claws in the air and plunged them into your body. The suit deflected the claws as well as it could, but they couldn’t fully stop them from entering your body. You felt the full pain of his sharp claws in your abdomen. You were so weak, you couldn’t even scream. Carnage gave you another hit to the jaw, knocking your face to the side and you began to see double. Double…Spidermen?

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you a woman should never be hit, not even with a flower?” Peters voice rang through your ears. Through your blurry vision you saw a taser web hit Carnage in the chest and electrocute him. Peter pounced on Carnage and punched him several times in his face, feeling absolutely no fear at all. Peter felt one thing, rage.

“Don’t you ever touch her again.” Peter growled in a voice you had never heard before. Carnage got up and began to fight Peter back. You wanted badly to get up and help, but you were too weak. You could only watch as Carnage ultimately began to win the fight against Peter. You felt hot tears streaming down your face, along with the blood running from your nose, mouth, and forehead.

“Don’t hurt him.” You cried weakly as Carnage swiped at Peter, leaving a deep scratch in his chest. Peter fell to the ground. You managed to drag yourself over to him just enough to see him. He was unconscious, as expected. His masked eyes were closed. Your heart ached for him.

“Come on Peter.” You wheezed. “Come on Spider-Man.”

The eyes on Peters mask snapped open and he jumped up. He immediately dodged a punch from and kicked Carnage in the chest with full force. You watched them fight and heard a slinking sound form behind you. You still couldn’t move your body, but you could stretch your arm out and felt around the ground. You felt something warm touch your hand.

“We got you baby. It’s gonna be okay.” Venoms voice sounded in your head. You let out a happy laugh of relief.

“You came back.” You said weakly but happily.

“We will always come back.” Venom assured. You felt your body beginning to heal. The puncture wounds in your chest closed and your face stopped bleeding. After just a minute, you were able to stand up. You grabbed the remote and shut the speakers off. You saw Carnage about to throw a punch at Peter so you quickly shot a web at his fist and pulled. Carnage looked at you, not expecting you to be alive still. His fist never made contact with Peter, who was looking at you with adoration. You could tell, because his mask was torn and one of the masks eyes was broken. You could see tears in his soft brown eyes. You transformed into Venom and yanked on your web with your full strength. He flew towards you and was met with a hard punch. He laid on the ground in pain and you ran to Peter to check if he was okay.

“Hey.” You breathed out. Venoms face opened up to reveal your own so you could talk to Peter. You wanted to run into his arms and apologize to him. You wanted to hold him and never let him go.

“Hi.” He said shyly. You felt like you and him had this exchange a thousand times. This time felt different. He was so close to you but he felt worlds away.

“Thanks for saving me. The Trojan Horse plan worked.” You complimented.

“It wouldn’t have worked if you didn’t put up such a good fight.” Peter said back. You smiled fondly at him, turning completely back into yourself now.

“I’m so sorry for what I’ve put you through. The breakup and now this.” You shrugged sadly. “I hate seeing him hurting you. And I hate hurting you myself even more. I’m so sorry Peter. I’m so so sorry.”

The fight wasn’t looking good. You wanted to tell Peter everything in case you didn’t get the chance later.

“Don’t do that. Don’t act like we’re saying goodbye. We will win this, Y/n. This isn’t goodbye.” Peter said firmly, taking a step towards you. You looked at him weakly.

“But if it is…”

“It isn’t.” He interrupted.

“But if it is.” You said, taking his hands in yours. “I need you to know that you are absolutely the one I want to be with. I promise that if we make it out of this alive, I will never leave your side again. And if we die-“

“We won’t.” He interrupted again.

“But if we do, it’ll be okay.” You smiled sadly. “Because if I die by your side then I died in my favorite place to be. I love you, Peter Parker. I need you to know that. Can you repeat that back to me so that I know you know?”

“I’m not doing this. We aren’t going to die, Y/n. This is-“

“Please.” You interjected. Peter sighed deeply and took off his mask.

“You love me.” He repeated. You reached up and touched his face.

“How much?” You asked quietly. He looked up at the sky to keep from crying.

“More than I’ll ever wrap my head around.” He answered, quoting the song you had sang to him earlier that day. It felt like a million years ago.

“That’s right.” You smiled at him, despite the ache in your chest. Ever since the first time he said hello to you, you hoped he’d never say goodbye. And though neither of you wanted to admit it, this was your goodbye.

You stared at each other momentarily before Peter began to lean in for a kiss. You leaned in as well, but were violently yanked back by a firm grasp. Carnage spun you around and punched you in the face. Peter ran to your aid but Carnage knocked him in the head with a with a steel rod. Peter fell limply to the ground.

“Peter!” You cried out, and immediately clamped a hand over your mouth. Carnage wasn’t supposed to know his identity. You tried to go to Peter but Carnage held you down. He looked at Peters unmasked face and laughed.

“Wow. I never would’ve guessed that Spider-Man was just a little boy.” Carnage laughed.He put up a pretty good fight. But not good enough.”

He went over to Peter and punched him abruptly, rendering him unconscious.

“Stop!” You cried. “It’s me you want! Not Spider-Man. You said you’d leave him alone.”

“Cletus said he’d leave him alone. And Cletus has no power.” Carnage answered. You stared at Carnage with rage before letting out a little laugh. Your laugh grew louder and Carnage looked at you with confusion.

“What’s funny?” Carnage demanded. You continued to laugh.

“That’s it. That’s your weakness. Cletus has no power. Carnage controls Cletus like a puppet master and Cletus has no say. I should’ve known that’s how your relationship worked. It makes total sense.” You said as you stood up and slowly approached Carnage.

“Why does that make sense?” Carnage asked. You shrugged.

“Because Cletus is boring.” You said simply.

“What? I’m not boring.” Cletus’s voice came out. You smirked as your plan began to work.

“Yes, you are. You bonded with a killer symbiote and what did you do with it? Kill people. Boring.” You said in a sing song voice. Then you faked a yawn. “I bonded with a killer symbiote and together, we killed bad guys and made the city safer. We saved Earth from Carlton Drake and now, we clean up New York. That’s pretty unexpected of us, wouldn’t you agree Venom?” You asked. Venom swirled around your hand and nodded.

“Absolutely. Very unexpected of us.” She said eagerly. Carnage looked lost.

“I can’t say I’m surprised though. Cletus has always been boring. Right Venom?”

You asked Venom again.

“Right again, baby.” Venom responded. Carnage’s face opened up to reveal Cletus’s beet red one.

“I’m not boring! I’m a serial killer! That’s not boring!” He yelled. You watched as Carnage struggled to take over Cletus’s face again. He lost the battle, and Cletus shifted back into himself. You had never seen him standing before. He was shorter than you thought.

“A boring serial killer. You’re literally the most generic and prolific serial killer I’ve ever seen. Let’s see, you’re a white male in his mid to late thirties who killed women who resembled the girl who broke his heart in high school. Boring. I just described about a thousand serial killers. I mean, killing women who looked like someone who wronged you? Please. That’s an incredibly common motivation.” You faked another yawn just to rile him up.

“It’s so common, one might even call it boring.” Venom taunted. Cletus looked furious.

“Shelly broke my heart. She deserved to die. That’s not boring!” He yelled at you. You turned your back to him and smiled.

“How did Shelly break your heart? I always wondered. It didn’t say anything about it in your file. Just something about a…school dance?” You asked as if you didn’t know the answer. Cletus face reddened with embarrassment.

“A spring fling.” He muttered. You could tell he was reliving the memory by the look on his face.

“That’s right. A spring fling. What happened? Did she reject you?” You asked curiously. Cletus looked haunted by the memory. He merely nodded.

“Did you know that with a simple google search I could find out the names of your classmates in high school? I didn’t find anyone named Shelly but I did find a Michelle.” You told him. “Michelle Jameson. Does that name sound familiar?” Cletus’s eyes snapped to you and saw tears forming in them. You smiled directly to his face.

“Michelle.” He whispered.

“You asked Michelle to dance that night, didn’t you? But Michelle didn’t want to dance with you, did she Cletus? She wanted to dance with Tobey Garfield. Because after all, Tobey was the captain of the football team, played the drums in the school band, and made high honor roll every year. And you, you were just-“

“Boring.” He finished your sentence. “She called me boring. The whole class heard. They all laughed at me. I was humiliated.” He said, tears rolling down his cheeks. He suddenly looked angry. “I wanted her to pay.”

“And you made her pay. 17 times with all the women you killed. But they never filled that empty hole that Shelly left, did they? Nothing could fill that hole. Nothing until-“

“Carnage.” He finished your sentence again.

“Yes. And Carnage promised you great things, didn’t he? Things like world domination and revenge. I bet he even promised you no one would ever laugh again.” You said cautiously. You had him right where you wanted him. Cletus nodded sadly.

“But he didn’t live up to those promises, did he? He ordered you around, made you call him boss, degraded you. He said you were a team but you weren’t.” You shook your head. “He was always in charge and you just had to go along with anything he said. Am I right?” You asked. Cletus looked at you.

“Exactly right.” He said.

“That’s not what it’s like with me and Venom, you know. We’re a team. Equals. We don’t control each other. I protect her and she protects me. Does Carnage protect you?” You asked compassionately. Cletus shook his head.

“He makes me feel worse.” Cletus cried. You put your hand on his shoulder.

“Cletus, if you kill me, your story will never come out. No one will ever know the pain you went through.” You spoke softly. “You can stop this. You can take back the control.”

Cletus looked at you hopefully for a moment. His eyes quickly faded back to fear.

“No I can’t. I will never have control.” He said sadly before merging back into Carnage. You gasped in fear and turned into Venom. You and Carnage fought again. He wrestled you to the ground and pulled Venom away from your face. He brought his fist down many times until your nose was broken and bleeding. Everything ached, even your teeth. Your eyes were swollen shut and you couldn’t see. You thought you were going to die right there, but Carnage was knocked off of you by a blow to the head with a steel pipe. Peter stood above Carnage with the pipe still in hand. Carnage pounced on Peter for the second time and began to throw him around like a rag doll. He beat Peter senseless and tossed him off the roof like garbage. You let out a silent scream. Carnage went back to you and delivered another blow to your gut. He dragged your towards the fire by your leg and held your leg close to the flame. Venom retracted back into your skin, exposing your leg. Carnage took the opportunity to snap your leg at the calf. You screamed in pain. He stepped on your broken leg and you nearly passed out from the feeling. It felt like your leg was on fire, and for all you knew, it could’ve been. You spat in his face with with acid spit but he dodged it.

“Beg for mercy.” He demanded.

“We will never beg a man for anything.” You spat in his face again, this time hitting him and burning him. Carnage picked up your hand and put it in the flame. Again, Venom retracted and your flesh was exposed. Carnage broke your hand and you let out another scream. He picked you up and threw you over the flame. You landed hard on your side and felt Venom slipping back into your body.

“We’re losing.” You cried.

“We know. We’re trying to heal you as fast as we can. Just hold on, baby.” Venom said desperately. You nodded as you watched Carnage approaching you again. You braced yourself and cradled your broken hand. He picked you up again and this time, sent you tumbling through the fire. Venom completely retreated into your body as you rolled. You suit was beginning to disperse as well, leaving patches of skin exposed here and there. Carnage targeted those spots and dug his claws into them. You let out a cry of pain. You knew you couldn’t last much longer. You couldn’t stand because of your broken leg, so you began to roll yourself towards the edge.

“Oh, I see. You want to see your boyfriend. Alright. Go ahead.” Carnage cackled as he kicked you off the building on the same side Peter was tossed off of. You landed on the ground and heard several ribs crack. You scooted yourself up against a wall and held your broken hand against your body.

“Venom, what’s happening?” You wheezed. You felt pain with every breath you took.

“You’re getting hurt faster than we can heal you. You need to stay here and rest for a few minutes so you can heal. It’s absolutely vital that you don’t go back up there. You will die almost instantly if we’re separated again.” Venom answered. Your odds weren’t good. You had troubled catching your breath and figured your lung had collapsed. You were in critical condition. Your whole body hurt. Everything inch of you was either broken, bloody, or bruised. You slowly felt your lung inflate and your leg beginning to heal. But you still had a million other injuries that would require more time. You looked around and noticed Peters body near you, conscious but not moving.

“Peter?” You gasped for air.

“Stay still! We’re not even close to done!” Venom ordered. You ignored her and dragged yourself with one arm to over to Peter. He stirred but was too injured to move. His fingers twitched as he attempted to reach out and touch you.

“Stop moving! You’re dying!” Venom pleaded. You suddenly heard ambulance sirens wailing and noticed a police man just a few yards away. If you could muster enough strength to shout you could be taken to a hospital. You looked between the police man and Peter.

“Peter is dying.” You croaked. Peters eyes were open but you could hear his heartbeat. Your biggest fear was coming true.

You gave the police man one last look before uncurling your broken hand from underneath you and placing it on Peters shoulder. The simple move sent your body through worlds of pain.

“Go.” You whispered. Venom knew what you meant and would never dream of complying, but and she also knew there was no use arguing.

“We love you.” She stated. She sounded miserable.

“And I love you.” You responded, doing your best to sound happy for her.

With that, Venom left your body and went into Peters. Peters body began to stir again as you felt yours beginning to shut down. You watched as cuts on his face healed and he gradually gained more movement in his body. You could hear his heart beat return to normal and you sighed happily against the pavement. You watched in joy as Peters body sprang up, as if he was pulled on a string. It reminded you of when you first bonded with Venom.

Peter transformed into Venom and began to climb the tower. You watched as the two people you loved the most ran to freedom, leaving you on the pavement to die. Your vision began to fade from red, to white, to black. You could see the outlines of some people standing before you.

“Oh, isn’t she lovely?” A woman’s voice said.

“She’s beautiful. I can see why our son loves her.” A mans voice answered.

“Now, you know if Peter heard you say that he’d object and say that women are more than their looks.” Another’s mans voice said with a chuckle. He sounded older than the first man. The man and woman laughed.

“Of course. May taught him well.” The first mans voice said. Your eyes drooped as you saw one last figure approach you. You could only see their shoes.

“Y/n?” The voice asked. The voice was soft and sweet. You didn’t recognize it at first, but it sounded so familiar.

“Y/n? Is that you baby?” The voice asked again. You forced yourself to look up and saw a woman standing before you. She had kind eyes and a warm smile. She picked you up and held you in a tight embrace.

“Everything’s okay now, Y/n. Mommy’s got you.” The woman said. You let yourself relax in her embrace. You didn’t feel any pain anymore. You felt tranquility wash over your aching body.

Then everything went dark and you went to sleep.

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