6 Works by angelbedo
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You hate him, of that you're certain. You hate the man behind the alabaster figurehead, and you want to see him unravelled, but you don't know exactly what you do to him.
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You hate Dr Ratio for being so annoyingly perfect and can't figure out if you want to slap or kiss him.
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You were born with the instinct to fly.
Since you opened your eyes, your sets had been set on the brightest, most reverent star that you could set your eyes on, and you couldn’t tear your gaze from its brilliance. As Icarus’ ill-starred legacy, you were destined to chase the sun.
You didn’t know how little it would take for you to tumble back down.
With the snapping of bone, you’re reminded that the stars are heavenly. You’re just a mortal.
And you want the stars anyway.
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You're grounded with a permanent ankle injury, fallen from your previous state of grace. You realise that the sun may not be everything in your mortal reverie. Tsukishima hates everyone but you.
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The threads of fate were never to be interpreted by the senses of mortals, and you pay the price. An extravagant cage, or a slave to destiny? You play your part like the puppet you learned to be, with Kafka serving as your lesson to maintain the realm between art and the artist. You, the Frankenstein's monster of fate's mistakes, and Kafka, the one who sees everlasting beauty in you.
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Elio's script needed one more plot device. You.
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after focusing your whole life on studies and beating Alhaitham, you find that you've lost yourself, and you don't know how to put yourself back together.
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you're both lovesick idiots who don't understand feelings.
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Rin had never known how to love, and what wouldn't serve him any purpose, he needed to devour - but how was he to devour a concept? Conversely, love may devour him.
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Rin is bad at feelings, and you teach him how to love. But love is a greedy little thing.
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“Try not to enjoy this too much, princess,” His gaze feels like a red-hot brand on your skin, pinning you in place as a smile spreads across his face.
“Fuck you.”
He chuckles, the sound sending chills down your spine. “Patience, my dove. I haven’t even had my fun yet,”
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Tartaglia, your academic rival, sees you in a maid outfit and you spin a deal for an NDA.
Series
- Part 1 of sickly sweet