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jointherebellion215 · 1 month

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Flowers

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x female!reader

Summary: You're living a perfectly content life on Geidi Prime with your husband. It's a shame your mind can't rest, sparked by glimpses of a life unknown. Loosely based on the song from Hadestown.

Word Count: 1.5k

TW: Dark!Feyd-Rautha, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, yandere!Feyd-Rautha, manipulation, gaslighting, like SO much gaslighting holy shit, descriptions of violence, abusive relationship, emotional abuse, isolation, tragedy, nonconsensual drug use, nonconsensual medical treatement, induced memory loss, amnesia, dubious consent, pregnancy, songfic, happy-but-not-really-happy ending, I know I said female!reader but there's virtually no pronoun usage or descriptive words in thisfor the reader besides titles so maybe GN!reader??

A/N: I'm blown away, almost 500 notes on His Kiss, the Riot? Holy shit, all of the thanks! Here it is, the final part! I'm ending it with the song that actually started this whole idea. Listening to Eva's interpretation of Eurydice singing Flowers gave me the most delicious, fucked-up bit of inspiration and this came out. I was clutching my own metaphorical pearls writing this cause damn, this gets dark. Like, way more than I thought I could write. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the end of this twisted tale. Thank you for reading! As always, I appreciate you taking the time to like, comment, and reblog.

Read Part One and Part Two

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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dune properties, characters, or storylines-- nor do I own anything related to Hadestown. The images used in this are not my own, and any similarities to stories or events other than what are directly referenced are strictly coincidence.

Lily white and poppy red

I trembled when he laid me out

“You won’t feel a thing,” he said, ��when you go down”

Nothing gonna wake you now

Drops of blood.

A wicked, black smile.

“You won’t feel a thing.”

You wake up with a gasp. Your doctor had warned you about dreams like this. They weren’t real, just an aftereffect of your accident.

The medical staff for House Harkonnen had been gracious enough to inform you of your predicament. When your family had recently hosted the Harkonnens, you quickly met and fell deeply in love with the na-Baron Feyd-Rautha. Your love for each other was so intense that you had demanded to get married right away. Your father disapproved of the union, so he disowned you and banished you, demanding to never see you again.

On the journey back to Geidi Prime, a stray asteroid hit the ship and caused you to hit your head. Feyd had apparently worried for your life, which saddened you and warmed your heart. It was nice to know that someone truly cared for you. However, your mind wasn’t quite the same afterwards. Your life before Geidi Prime was completely unknown to you. Your memories were in a fragile state.

That was just a few months earlier. Unfortunately, your mind has not yet recovered your memories prior to the accident. You were diligently taking a specially brewed tea that would calm your mind so it wouldn’t fracture under the immense pressure to try and fix itself. When you asked how long it would take for you to recover, your heart cracked when they said that it may take the rest of your natural life.

While it broke your heart to hear of your father’s dismissal of your feelings, you believed that you were strong enough to carry on. Having no further ties to your home world made it better to settle in with your new family.

You are a Harkonnen now.

Now, your footsteps make the quietest of echoes as you traipse down the narrow corridor. Heads of nearby servants and slaves bow, and eyes snap to the floor as you pass by. You feel the barest of sympathies, for not being allowed the simplest of human connection with their na-Baronness. But it was paradise considering the consequences should anyone ever feel bold enough to try otherwise.

Your husband wouldn’t allow that.

Dreams are sweet, until they’re not

Men are kind, until they aren’t

Flowers bloom, until they rot and fall apart

“Can I not have a single friend on this planet?!”

You burst into your shared chambers, rage rushing through your veins. All you had wanted was to have lunch and tea with one of the few female palace advisors you had taken a liking to. Maybe share a laugh or a story. Make a connection outside of your new family. That was all ruined when Feyd barged in and gutted your companion, stomach-to-throat, while she sat in her chair.

You were sure that your shoes had trailed blood down the hallway, but your mind was focused elsewhere at the moment.

“What use would you have for friends? I am right here.” He closed in on you, grasping your arms and forcing you to look in his direction. “Am I not enough for you? Do I not give you everything you should ever desire?”

His hands tighten around your wrists, making you flinch. A stray tear falls from your eyes, guilt starts to overcome your anger.

“No, not at all, husband! You have given me everything I could have wished for and more,” You wrench your hands out of his grip and grasp his face. He showered you with gifts, never let you go hungry or thirsty and this is how you repay him? “I just… I didn’t think you would want to hear me talk about certain things. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful.”

“I know you don’t, my darling.”

You take a deep breath as you feel the tension in the room start to settle.

“Your mind is already fragile from the accident… I just want to keep you safe.”

Safe. That was the key here. He takes step back and retrieves a small dagger from his belt.

Feyd holds it up, showing you the weapon. “Did you know that your friend had a blade dipped in poison strapped onto her person?”

You can feel the blood rushing from your face. No. You didn’t know.

“I-I didn’t see a knife on her. She couldn’t have-“

“She did.”

He drops the blade and leans in closer to you, forehead aligning with yours. “There are people out there who seek to harm you, who seek to harm me through you. I can never let that happen.”

You nod furiously. You couldn’t believe that you had been so stupid.

Trust is unbelievably hard to come by in the Galactic Imperium. Your few months’ worth of memories can even attest to that. It seems that the only people you can truly rely on is family.

“I only want what’s best for you.”

You understand now.

Is anybody listening?

I open my mouth and nothing comes out

Another argument discussion had emerged from your telling of your latest dream. Your husband was convinced that you were entirely too exhausted to put any stock into what your subconscious was telling you, but you thought otherwise.

Fingers run through a patch of bright pinks, yellows, and blues—

“I swear to you, it felt so real! It was almost like a memory, like something I-,” A firm hand is placed on your shoulder as you give a slight stumble. Feyd puts a hand on your back, leading you to the edge of your bed, setting you on the bench that was placed against the footboard.

“Please, have some of your morning tea, my darling. You look a bit peaked.” You accepted the cup he gave you, settling down and taking a few sips of the warm, spiced drink. Your mind instantly calms, anxieties evaporating from your body like puffs of smoke. Never mind the memories that you had just… Floating.

Your husband is now on one knee in front of you, arms encasing your body, as his hands cup your face. He brings your eyes to meet his, seemingly searching. For what? You do not know.

“What were you saying about this dream of yours?” A pause reverberates throughout the room as your head tilts in confusion.

“My…?” You stutter, mouth opening to complete a thought that was no longer entirely there. “I can’t quite remember. What were we talking about?”

Your husband gives a smirk, analyzing your face once more before placing his hand on the dark fabric covering your swollen belly.

“Nothing of import. It seems that my heir is set on scrambling your thoughts.”

There seemed to be nothing in this world that brought more joy to Feyd-Rautha’s face than the sight of you and his unborn child. He’s more protective of you now than ever, having guards always posted near you, having you wear a shield during all public appearances. Not to mention, he was damn near insatiable in private. His hands and mouth are practically dragged away from you and your growing stomach every morning.

You give a chuckle. “I’d heard about pregnancy brain before, but never knew it to be this taxing! Perhaps I’ll take a walk later if I’m feeling up to it.”

Feyd gives your cheek a soft pat before rising to his feet, “Rest, my darling. I shall check in on the both of you later.” His hand rests next to yours, giving your belly a quick rub before he walks towards the door.

Your head goes to set on your pillow, the warmth from the tea running through your body. You must be really tired, since you fall asleep so quickly.

Quick enough to not hear the deadbolt lock clicking from the outside once the door is closed.

Flowers, I remember field of flowers

Soft beneath my heels

Walking in the sun, I remember someone

Someone by my side, turned his face to mine

The dreams start to encroach your mind while you are awake. You continue to follow your doctor’s instructions: take your daily tea, rest often, don’t overexert your body or your mind. But, ever persistent, they push through, finding parallels with your daily life to latch onto.

A hand, gently enlaced with yours, guides you through a meadow—

You husband’s hands lead you to stand with him by his uncle’s side, preparing for another ceremony.

A laugh, familiar and warm—

A chilling cackle of laughter reaches you in your viewing box, watching your husband gleefully slay another adversary in the arena.

Bright, yellow sunlight caressing your face and neck—

The black sun of Geidi Prime pulses in your periphery as you wave to a crowd below, your husband standing stoically next to you.

A kiss, given freely—

Feyd ravishes you in your chambers, lips melding together with yours.

My darling—

My love—

My darling—

“Is everything alright, my darling?”

You blink, snapping back to the present. Pale, smooth skin and blue eyes, your husband extends his hand towards you. Safe. He gives you everything. You and your child will never struggle or suffer with him. You are safe with him. Aren’t you?

Blood splatters over a patch of bright pinks, yellows, and blues—

You give a bright smile.

If you ever walk this way

Come and find me lying in the bed I made

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my--moon · 2 months

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my followers after I promise them a fic and it never comes out;

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fanonical · 3 months

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if you write a fanfic for a musical and don't have all the dialogue be rhymes/lyrics then you are a coward

#Fanfic #Fanfiction #Fandom #I wrote a Hadestown fic where all the dialogue is lyrics COME AT ME

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marvelmaniac715 · 5 days

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I’m in the midst of writing a new fic slightly based on the musical I saw today but still Paulkins… does it seem familiar to you?:

#team starkid #starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #the hatchetfield series #hatchetblr #hadestown #fanfiction #work in progress #hadestown au

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mxliv-oftheendless · 2 years

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Pretty Cute

Morpheus (Dream of the Endless) x male!reader

So I noticed there was a CRIMINAL lack of male!reader fics for Morpheus, and that’s just a travesty if you ask me. So as the saying goes, when you want something done, you do it yourself. To all my lovely mlm brothers/siblings in the Sandman fandom, this is for you! Love you, dearies. *blows kisses* Now enjoy!

(If it’s unclear, you work at a library at the circulation desk)

Since you’re dating the King of Dreams, your relationship with him is very private. And you like it that way... but you’d like it more if your fellow library employees weren’t so obsessed with learning more about him.

There were many things you loved about Morpheus. He was a sweet, loving man behind the cold front. He cared so deeply, despite initially being guarded, not wanting his heart crushed by the person he felt so strongly for. You felt honored, almost, that you got to see this caring side of him. Yes, you loved Morpheus.

The only thing you didn’t love about being with Morpheus…

“Soooo, any plans with your boyfriend tonight?”

… was that your co-workers had become obsessed with him.

Don’t misunderstand, you loved your library job. After a string of jobs with terrible work environments and even worse co-workers and bosses, the library was heaven. Good hours, good pay, and you had become friends with all the other people that worked there. You’d subjected Morpheus to countless regalements of your job, whether it be about the kids you met, your co-workers, or the antics of patrons, and he always listened with a sweet smile.

Your co-workers meant well, you knew that (or at least hoped). You also hadn’t dated anyone in a while before meeting Morpheus, which meant they were overjoyed for you. But that also meant they were curious about the man who, as Tracey the romantic put it, had stolen your heart and carried it with him.

“Don’t you have to go do book drop?” You asked Katie rather than answer the question.

“Caroline’s doing book drop. Now answer the question!”

You sighed. “Yes, we do have plans. He’s going to take me back to… to his place.” You weren’t entirely sure how to say he was going to take you to the Dreaming.

“Oooh, Y/N’s gettin’ some action,” Bek crowed from where they were processing books.

You could feel your face turning red. “Shut up, Bek,”

Bek laughed. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I’m sure it’ll be the kind of disgustingly romantic date you deserve.”

“Is Y/N going out with his boyfriend tonight?” Caroline popped up from coming back from shelving books. “Does this mean we’ll get to meet him finally?”

“No, I’m supposed to meet him when I get home,” you replied. In all honesty, you were glad Morpheus never showed up to your job. You could handle your nosy co-workers, but they would definitely ask him millions of questions and you weren’t sure if he would be ready for that.

“Are you going to have a movie night or something?” Caroline asked interestedly.

“That is classified information,”

“Y/N, when are we going to meet him?” Liv asked as they perched on a surface with their water bottle. “Does he have social anxiety? ‘Cause that’s totally valid.”

“Well… sort of…”

“Ohhh, does he just hate people?” Your hesitant silence seemed to answer their question. “Hey, I totally get that. I hate talking to people I don’t know.”

“But we’re Y/N’s friends,” Bek said as they cleared their workspace. “He’s going to meet us eventually, right?”

“Not if Y/N keeps being so secretive about him,” Katie teased. “We don’t even know his name or what he does.”

“I bet he’s secretly a psycho,” Liv stated as they hopped off the desktop. “Like, he killed a bird once and it released so many endorphins that he’s always wondered how to make it happen again.”

“How cheerful, Liv,” you said dryly. “And no, he’s never killed a bird. He loves birds, actually.” You wondered what would happen if Matthew heard Liv say that.

“Oh, sweet,”

“So does he work with birds?”

You sighed exasperatedly. “No, Katie. He just likes them.” Before she could say anything else, you stopped her. “Don’t you have MelCat holds to trap?”

“Oh yeah, I actually do. I forgot about them.”

You watched in relief as she went off to take care of the MelCat holds, and went back to checking your email. The Circ Two desk was usually slow around this time of day.

“So… is he a writer?”

“Katie!” You threw your hands up in frustration and turned to look at where she sat at her desk.

“I’m just asking!” Katie defended herself. “From how you describe him, he sounds like a writer!”

“No, he’s not a writer,” you said firmly. “Just like how he’s not secretly a psycho.”

“Hey man, he could be,” Liv argued from where they had replaced Bek processing books. “Or maybe he’s a writer AND a secret psycho like Ric Madoc. You guys hear what happened to him?”

You only knew his name from how many holds had been placed on his books. They were pretty popular. “No, what?”

“Guy had a meltdown at a book reading and wrote on the walls with his own blood, then told someone he had a woman locked up in his house.”

You couldn’t help balking at that. “Jesus Christ, seriously?

“Okay, to be fair, they didn’t find anyone when they searched the house, but still. Crazy. You sure your boyfriend’s never written with his own blood?”

“I’m sure we all want to know more about Y/N’s partner,” Sara suddenly appeared, much to your relief, “but he’ll tell us when he’s ready to.”

“Thank you, Sara,” you said gratefully, nodding and gesturing to her. “That’s exactly what I’ll do.”

“… But it would be nice to know his name,”

You turned to give her a look of utter betrayal. “Et tu, Sara?”

Sara have you a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Y/N. You don’t have to tell us his name if you really don’t want to. It’s your life, not ours.”

It wasn’t just that. You weren’t sure if you even could explain Morpheus to them. How could you say to your fellow human co-workers that you were dating the personification of all their dreams?

“Listen,” you said, trying to be as gentle yet as firm as possible, “I know you guys mean well, and I know you want to look out for a friend, but Sara’s right. I like my privacy, and my partner likes his privacy too. I’ll tell you more about him when he and I are ready to. But I’m happy; I swear, I’m probably the happiest I’ve ever been with him. He’s… incredible. Just amazing.” You didn’t realize that a smile was forming on your face as you thought of Morpheus. “Okay?”

Your co-workers were quiet for a moment, then Katie sighed. “Okay.” She smiled at you. “I’m glad you’re happy, at least.”

“Yeah, you deserve it, man,” Liv agreed, nodding.

“Absolutely,” Caroline echoed.

Your smile widened at their response. You really did love this motley bunch. “Thank you, guys,”

“You’re always welcome, Y/N,” Sara said with a kind smile. “Now Caroline, I think you’re supposed to do the book drop?”

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And with that, your work day continued. You went on your lunch break, shelved some books, manned the front circulation desk, and eventually returned to the back desk. The whole time, your mind was on thoughts of Morpheus and your date tonight. You missed him… even though you’d seen him a few days ago. But you couldn’t help missing him when he got so busy ruling over the Dreaming. Maybe over the weekend you could visit Lucienne and catch up with your favorite librarian (not that you told the librarians at your job that).

You couldn’t help wondering how he’d react if he knew of his popularity with your co-workers. He no doubt knew who they all were from their dreams. Would he be amused, or annoyed? You felt like he’d be annoyed.

It was the last hour of your shift when it happened. Liv was up at the front circulation desk, while you were once more at the back desk, going over your assigned reports and grumbling about how that damn library was dragging their feet putting the stupid book in transit.

“Hi there!” You heard Liv chirp as they usually did when a patron came up to the desk. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“I am looking for Y/N L/N.”

You froze. No… that wasn’t… why was he here?

Your heart began to quicken in pace as you got up from your chair. He’d never come to the library while you were working before.

To Liv’s credit, they didn’t realize who it was at first. “I’m sorry, who?”

“Y/N L/N. He works here.”

“Um… I’m sorry, but I don’t—”

“It’s okay, Liv,” you interrupted as you walked out to the front desk. “I know who he is.”

And sure enough, there he was, standing at the desk in a black pea coat, black clothes, and presumably his black combat boots. Morpheus. He looked up, and his face immediately softened when your eyes met.

Your heart raced even faster, and you smiled back. “This is a surprise,” you couldn’t help saying.

Morpheus gave a tiny shrug.

Liv was looking between the two of you in confusion… then realization dawned on their face. “Is he…?” They pointed at him.

You sighed and nodded. “Yes, Liv. It’s him.”

A grin of pure excitement crept onto their face as they turned back to Morpheus. “It is so great to finally meet you!” they exclaimed. “You’re pretty famous around here! We’ve been dying to know about Y/N’s boyfriend that hopefully treats him like the king he is.”

You had to fight back a laugh at the blank look Morpheus gave them. He blinked once. “I…” he awkwardly trailed off.

“Liv,” you came to his rescue and tapped them on the shoulder, “I think you’re overwhelming him.”

“Oh! Oh, sorry,” they apologized. “Actually, I think that guy over there is coming back with some donations, so… I’ll just. Go. Do that.” They awkwardly waved at Morpheus. “Nice to meet you.”

Morpheus dipped his head at them. Liv respectfully didn’t say anything else and went to go get the mentioned donations.

You stepped closer and gave Morpheus a loving smile, wishing you could kiss him right there in the library. “You’re early,”

A smile appeared on his handsome face. “I missed you,”

“I missed you too. But… why are you here?”

“Do you not want me here?”

“No! God no, I am so happy to see you. But you’ve never come to the library before. I thought you were going to meet me at my house.”

“I was.” Morpheus leaned in closer. “But I missed you too much, my love.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. “You are amazing, you know that?”

Morpheus’s smile widened affectionately. Then he glanced over your shoulder. “Is it true what Olivia said?”

“What?” You turned around to see Liv’s silhouette in the tinted window that showed the back room. Katie and Corey’s shadows were there too, and Liv was waving their hands around in the animated way they did when they got excited. “Oh,” you sighed sheepishly. “Yeah, they… they’re really curious about you. They get really nosy sometimes, probably more so because I never tell them anything. I’m sorry Liv said that to you.”

“Why have you not told them anything?”

“Well, I know you like your privacy, and I didn’t want you to get overwhelmed by them.” You couldn’t help laughing softly. “They’ve got a million questions about you.”

“Perhaps one day…” Morpheus mused.

You blinked in surprise. “Really?” You couldn’t help the delighted smile. “Great, because I have wanted to brag about my amazing boyfriend for ages now.”

“Is that why you are with me?” Morpheus said in a teasing voice. “For the bragging rights?”

“Well, not the only reason,” you chuckled. You gave into temptation and leaned across the counter to kiss him on the cheek. “I am also madly in love with you.”

The widest smile you’d ever seen so far graced Morpheus’s face. “As I am with you, my love,”

You blushed happily… then remembered where you were. “W-Well, listen, it’s,” you looked over your shoulder to check the clock behind you, “4:40 right now, so I get off in twenty minutes. Do you want to sit and wait until then? Or you can go back to my apartment and wait there.”

“I will wait here,” Morpheus decided. He gave you a soft smile that made you melt. “For you, I would wait for hours.”

“G-Great,” you managed through your wide grin. “Th-The, uh, the mystery section is over there.” You pointed in the direction of the mysteries. “Th-The fiction is before it.”

“Thank you.” He gave you one last beautiful smile. “Perhaps I will ask for a library card.”

You managed a breathy laugh as he turned around and headed for the mystery section.

When you returned to the back desk, you were met with Liv, Katie, and Corey, who all had eager smiles on their faces. “Soooo?” Katie asked.

Your face turned red. “Shut up, Katie,”

“Aww, he’s so red!” Corey teased. “I understand why; he’s cute.”

“Can all of you please stop?”

“So you admit that he’s cute,” Liv said smugly.

“You know what…”

You trailed off, then turned to look out the tinted window in the direction Morpheus had gone. You smiled, and turned back to your endearingly nosy friends. “Yeah. He is pretty cute.”

#the sandman #the sandman imagine #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless #morpheus #morpheus x male reader #dream of the endless x male reader #male reader #hope this is good!#if it's wrong or offensive in any way please tell me i don't want to make anyone mad #also the library and your co-workers are inspired by my own job #and yes i absolutely wrote myself in here and i regret nothing lol #bonus points to whoever catches the hadestown reference #my writing #fanfiction #hope you enjoyed!#thanks for reading!

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thesweetnessofspring · 5 months

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a lover's desire is mutiny by thesweetnessofspring

A Hunger Games Hadestown-AU.

Rating: T

Once upon a time there was a land scorched and scarred by war. A land of singing hills where a snake betrayed his songbird and a poor boy loved a hungry young girl. This is the tale of their song.

Read Act I on ao3.

#the hunger games #thg fanfiction #everlark #everlark fanfiction #snowbaird #snowbaird fanfiction #(not pro-snowbaird)#hadestown au #a lover's desire is mutiny

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sailor-aviator · 7 months

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In Spite of the Way Teaser

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

“To know how it ends And still begin to sing it again As if it might turn out this time”

Summary: Bob was a poor boy with a gift to give. He saw the way the world could be in spite of the way that it was. The world is out of tune with the seasons being more and more unpredictable as time passes, but he has a plan to write a song to fix what's wrong. But when his lover is taken from him down into the pits of Hadestown, will Bob be able to bring her back? Or will his song fall on deaf ears? (Hadestown!AU)

CW: Abandonment, Death, Trauma, Loss of a Loved One, Greek Mythology, Fluff, Angst, Romance, Eventual Smut, Angsty Ending. Think that about covers it. Chapters will have individual warnings.

A/N: Here's the teaser for the Hadestown!AU featuring the one and only Bob Floyd! I'm so excited for this series, and cannot wait to share it with you all! Just like with other teasers, the scene material and subject matters may change as I actually get around to writing the story. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are encouraged and appreciated! 18+ ONLY!! Find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator where I will be updating my fics as well!

Masterlist || Robert "Bob" Floyd Tag List

"Bradley!" Bob cried, making his way towards the messenger god. Bradley leaned against the wall of the saloon, a bored expression on his face until he caught sight of the bespectacled young man.

"Hey! The big artiste!" The god grinned widely. "Aren't you working on your song?"

Bob frowned up at him, looking around the street. "Where's Peach?"

"What do you care?" Bradley snorted, fixing him with a look. "You'll find another muse somewhere."

Bob glared at him. "Where is she?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Wherever she is," Bob said, puffing his chest out defiantly, "is where I'll go."

Bradley went back to inspecting his nails, the act grating on Bob's nerves.

"And what if I told you that she's down below?"

Bob felt his blood run cold at his friend's words. What was he talking about?

"Down below?" He questioned, fear gripping him like a vice.

Bradley nodded.

"Down below," he confirmed. "Six feet under the ground below."

Bob thought he was going to be sick. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of what was happening. He hadn't been on that hill for that long, had he?

"She called your name before she went," Bradley continued, a humorless chuckle escaping his lips. "But I guess you weren't listening."

"No..." Bob murmured, tears springing to his eyes. This couldn't be happening, he had to fix this. Bradley watched him.

"So," he started. "How far would you go for her?"

"To the end of time," Bob answered immediately, not having to think about his answer, "to the end of the earth."

Bradley let out a loud snicker at that. "You gotta ticket?"

"No..."

"Didn't think so," he sighed, looking around to make sure the two of them were alone. "Of course, there is another way, but I'm not supposed to say."

Bob knew his friend was leading him on, but he didn't care. He had to get you back.

"Another way?"

"It's around the back, but it won't be easy," the god continued. "It's not for the sensitive of soul, so do you really wanna go?"

Bob felt his resolve tighten within his chest. He nodded firmly, meeting the god's eyes. "With all my heart."

Bradley raised an eyebrow at him.

"With all your heart?" He hummed, a smirk making it's way onto his lips. "Well, that's a start."

#robert bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd imagine #robert floyd x reader #robert floyd #robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd fanfiction #robert bob floyd x you #bob floyd imagine #bob floyd x reader #top gun bob #bob floyd #bob floyd fanfiction #bob floyd x you #bob floyd fic #hadestown!au #teaser #isotw #in spite of the way

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tadpolebrains · 1 month

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Hadestown, but make it Wyllstarion.

Wyll is Orpheus.

Astarion is Eurydice.

#i just like hurting my heart at this point tbh #wyllstarion #astarion #wyll #wyll ravengard #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #tadthoughts #i really just need to find someone to rp random bg3 shit with #or just surrender myself to the fanfiction urges #hadestown au fic possibly?#i’d sob but #maybe #i have a whole au in my mind help me

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saturno-astronaut · 1 month

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Hadestown!Au

Felix is Persephone

Oliver is Hades

I NEED draws

#cattonquick #hadestown #felix catton #saltburn #oliver x felix #oliver quick #saltburn fanfiction #greek mitology

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eurydices-carnation · 9 months

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alright guys, I'm making Orphydice one shots but I need prompts so please send me any prompt ideas you have and I'll (hopefully) write them!

#hadestown #hadestown broadway #orpheus and eurydice #orphydice #fanfiction #hadestown fanfiction

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jointherebellion215 · 2 months

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If It's True

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x female!reader

Summary: When an unexpected guest crashes your House's welcome feast for the Harkonnens, your life unknowingly becomes the start of a sad, sad song.

Word Count: 872

TW: Manipulation, Dark!Feyd-Rautha (so Regular Feyd-Rautha), she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, songfic

A/N: Hi, it's your friendly neighborhood shitposter. I'm taking a huge leap of faith with this fic, because I truly haven't written anything in YEARS. This idea has been bouncing around in my head for days, thus "the trilogy was born". This is meant to be Part One of a three part series, based on different songs from the musical Hadestown. I've obviously written this with very very dark interpretations of the songs and the themes. If enough people like it, I'll post parts two and three. Please let me know if it's any good, I'd love some feedback :)

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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dune properties, characters, or storylines-- nor do I own anything related to Hadestown. The images used in this are not my own, and any similarities to stories other than what I derive inspiration from are strictly coincidence.

What’s the use of his backbone

If he never stands upright?

“We welcome you to Kolhar, my lords Baron and na-Baron. Our House humbly offers our services and facilities to your use. I toast to our continued cooperation and to the strength of our Houses.”

As your father raised his cup, others of our House followed suit. The official welcome feast was well underway, though House Harkonnen had been planetside for at least a week already. The past few days had been for inspecting our mines and factories, ensuring that our production of their ships and swords were up to standard.

Now? Pure pageantry. You found it a bit redundant, but it was necessary to ensure your good standing among the Houses of the Imperium. It was a grand occasion, in which the leaders of your father’s council were present, as well as the highest ranked mine workers.

The doors to the large hall slam open, a familiar figure storming in. Your heart flutters at the sight of your beloved parting the crowds before him. The man who you had met by complete coincidence, one of the workers in a local steel mine, who you had spent the better part of a year meeting in secret—had crashed the court. You noticed a bruise growing on his cheek and blood trickling down his temple, indicating that his journey to enter through the doors was easier said than done. His voice soon bellowed throughout the hall.

“My Lord Duke, I refuse to let your daughter’s hand be taken by the na-Baron. She cannot marry him.”

The crowd gasps, as do you. You had spent the past week showing the na-Baron Feyd-Rautha around the grounds, the training of your most fierce warriors, and the best of your planet’s culture. You had shared a laugh or two and shown your prowess as a leader. Yes, you’d spent quite a bit of time with him, but marriage? This was news to you.

You turn to your father, who gives you an apologetic grimace. Several Harkonnen guards step forward to seize the love of your life. You quickly stand to protest, but the na-Baron stops the guards in their track with a single snap of his fingers. He offers a hand to calm the crowd, an eerie stillness in his form.

“It is true, I have offered my hand to the Lady.”

I believe that with each other,

we are stronger than we know.

“There must be a way around this. Even if this is in defiance of the court, they can’t punish all of us! We work their mines; they couldn’t truly function without us. We are the ones who truly hold the power! I implore you to stand with me, show them our strength!”

Your love stands strong, chin raised in the crowd, voice pleading with his brothers and sisters to stand beside him. He was convinced that this moment could provide a great revelation, that somehow your situation was different. That the consensus of a crowd could make the na-Baron stand down. Surely, your story could convince even the coldest of hearts that love can conquer all. He must have some sentimentality that resonates within him.

That's one of the main reasons why you fell in love with him. He's always so full of hope. Always willing to see the world as it could be, in spite of the way that it actually is.

But you knew better.

“This is treason.” Someone whispers in the room. Murmurs of assent soon follow, and your heart drops. The crowd around him quickly dissipates, as if the mere act of touching him promises death.

And the ones who deal the cards

Are the ones who take the tricks

With their hands over their hearts

While we play the game they fix

You start to plead with your father to spare your lover. He doesn’t know any better, he wasn’t raised in the ways of politics or court. It’s purely out of his love and devotion to you, so please—

Feyd-Rautha stands up and the room is immediately devoid of sound. He cranes his neck to look at you.

“You love him?”

You swallow harshly, lifting your chin. “I do.” You went to your lover, making a bold statement in linking your fingers together. Presenting a united front. Hoping that somehow, your kind attitude the past week towards the na-Baron would allow this leniency.

A gleam flashes through his eyes, almost imperceptible. He gives a blackened smile, making show of placing his hand over his heart. Confusion fills you. He slithers down the steps towards the pair of you, boots echoing in the Feasting Hall, each step making your lover’s hand give a slight tremor. Your mind stands strong in its conviction, in the thought that you’ll have to fight for what you want. But a small tendril in the back of your mind gives the slightest hesitation. The smallest indication of hope. Maybe…

Piter leans towards his Baron, whispering concerns in his ears, but is quickly paused by the Baron’s hand. Vladimir gives a slow, menacing grin. He responds to his Mentat in a low voice,

“Don’t bother. You know that my nephew loves to play with his food.”

Is this how the world is?

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