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the-blind-assassin-12 · 1 year

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Hey! This is the person that did the inquisitor request. I just wanted to say I didn’t mean to hurt anyone’s feelings at all! I’ve tried requesting things to one person and get no response, so I didn’t think it was bad to ask multiple people I admire but I see how it can be rude. Sorry if I offended you!!

Hi, anon!

So I want to start off by saying how much I genuinely appreciate this apology message. It's not easy for a lot of people to own up to their mistakes - especially ones that they didn't necessarily realize they were making - so truly, thank you for coming forward and saying something. It means a lot to me, and I'm sure it means a lot to other writers who might read this, too.

The rest is going under a cut because it got kind of long.

I believe you when you say that you didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. Unfortunately -in my own inbox and from posts I've seen others make - I've seen what anon messages look like when they are intentionally mean or hurtful, and the request that you sent was not like those at all. Nothing that you said in the actual request was offensive, whereas there are people who use the anon function just to be nasty.

But that doesn't mean that it was the best way to go about making this request, and I think you understand that now based on you sending this message, which again I thank you for doing. Sending the same request to multiple writers just hoping someone writes it makes us feel like you see us as interchangeable, like we don't all have our own unique writing style and voice. It makes us feel like you see us as on demand streaming services, like if Hulu doesn't have the show you're looking for you can just change the channel and go try Netflix or Amazon Prime. But we're not on demand streaming services, we are people who have lives and jobs and pets and families and other interests and obligations and we choose to share the stories that we write with the rest of the world for free.

I'm sorry that you've not had luck making requests in the past. It can be a bummer to not be able to find the types of stories that you want to read. You can, of course, try your hand at writing it yourself. That can seem daunting if you've never tried to write a story before, but it sounds like you have pretty specific ideas for plots and characters so it might be worth a shot / a fun challenge for yourself. But if you're not interested in giving that a go, here are some tips from a writer on how to get your requests written:

Make sure that the writer that you're sending the request to takes requests. Some people put that info right on their page but others don't. It doesn't hurt to ask before sending a request. Just shoot a message like: "Hey, I've read some of your work and really enjoy your writing. I was wondering if you took requests and if you do, would it be alright if I sent one?" Most people, if you ask nicely, will answer nicely, even if the answer is no.

Be willing to wait. A lot of writers, even if they openly encourage requests, already have a lot on their creative plates. They might be trying to finish a wip they've been working on for weeks or months or even years. They might love the request that you sent in, but might not be able to work on it right away because they're focusing on other things. It might have to simmer on the back burner while they think about the best way to execute it, so try to be patient whenever you make requests. You can even add in something like : "I know you're probably working on other things so don't feel rushed or pressured!" That goes a long way to help a writer feel appreciated for the work they are doing, as well as encouraged to continue working on things both new and old.

Think about the request that you want to make and try to figure out which writer that you've read work from might be the best fit for it. One size doesn't typically fit all for... well for anything, except maybe those giant foam finger things they sell at sporting events. Chances are if you read a lot of fic from a lot of different writers, you've started to figure out what their style is like and what types of tropes and themes they tend to write. A more targeted request based on matching the nature of the prompt with a writer who you think will do well with it has a better chance of getting written, because it shows the writer that you see them and their strengths as a writer and you think that the challenge you're presenting is one that they can handle really well. You can say something like "I read your story XXX and the way that you wrote Din's emotional response to the plot twist was excellent. I think you would be great at writing {insert request here} because of how you handled that story."

I hope you found this helpful, anon, and I hope that going forward you are able to make requests and get to read the types of things you are looking for. And I truly hope that you have a lovely night!

#thank you anon #anon asks #requests #request etiquette #anon this was really appreciated #how to ask a writer to write something

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natsukitakama · 3 years

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Headcanon : Control feat Floch Forster

"Well since some writers claim that Floch would be rough in bed then how about smut Floch with a fem soft s/o, she’s not exactly a tease person, she’s just incredibly shy, needy and sensitive who gets embarrassed easily. I’m really curious if Floch would be rough or gentle with her if his s/o is soft and shy but when she’s naked, she gets embarrassed and cover herself"

Author note : Gotta admit I’m a little bit curious too, I mean the big boi got a huge switch energy. Like I can’t totally picture him being a 100%DOM or a 100%SUB maybe it’s just me but I feel like he is a switch a big one. I wrote a headcanon + a tiny scenario.

As usual I apologize for taking so long I hope you’ll enjoy it ♡

Also I don’t know what to do with my life anymore lol was it nasty enough ? Was it good ? I need to write more caliente headcanon I’m still insecure about it lol

Warning : NSFW / SMUT / Mention of spoil from season 4

SMUT : mention of spanking, mention of spitting, mention of rough sex, a little bit of hair pulling nothing bad

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Sex with Floch is difficult, there’s nothing wrong with neither of you.

Since his return with Shinganshima, he kinda lost a part of him. He was never the tender one but this event surely broke what was left of his kindness.

It doesn’t mean he would act violently toward you, but he became easily frustrated and not in the good way. Meaning sometimes he will get angry easily, he tends to be violent each time someone doesn’t agree with him. He became a monster but he hasn't known that yet.

Now, he was really in love with you and knowing your personality he couldn’t really be too rough on you.

A part of him really enjoy being rough on you, knowing he was corruption you a little bit more each time he was thrusting into you. It fascinated him the way you would bend at each of his command, opening your mouth when it told you so, screaming begging when he gave you an order. Instead of being rough for the thrill of it, he was rough on you because he loves seeing you getting all red from pleasure not being able to talk because he was fucking you dumb.

Since back in Shinganshima he couldn’t control anything, he would be in control now especially in his sex life and since you were just co compliant with him. He couldn’t just leave this opportunity.

The fact that you were so shy around him even though you’ve been naked in front of him a lot of times never felt to tease him to be a little more rougher on you. Your personality just triggers his « dark instinct »

Now, we must not forget that in the beginning Floch was and would remain a switch, which mean sometimes he needs to feel you taking care of him. To put it simple Shinganshima broke him, and since no one tries to bring him back, he works on his own to not just fall apart.

Some times he needs comfort, some times he needs to be in control. Especially for sex, during a period, when he felt especially « weak » or at least fragile, he would put extra roughness on you meaning he’ll tend to bend you over a desk or anything for that matter as long as he can bend you over, moving your ass up spreading your legs widely so he could get a nice view of your ass and leg.

He might even went as far as to took a bunch of your hair and pull it so you would scream at the pain, and while your mouth would be widely open he won’t hesitate and spit into your mouth.

He also tends to put extra slapping at your ass just because he feels like it

You’re lucky that he is hitting all the good spot, cause the man is too lost on his own pleasure to even notice that well he is particularly rough. But don’t worry, you two got safe word just in case he is too lost on his feeling.

Or, when he feels cocky or just because he is tired from his works. Floch would just lay down on his bed, hands behind his head as you’re looking at him expecting to be taken by him. Then he will just narrow one of his brown eye and say « what ? You’re expecting me to take care of you ? Naah it’s not how it’s work (scuse me sir aren’t you the one who broke me last night ???) you want me y/n then take that cock cause I won’t put a single finger for you ».

But when he feels lonely or sad, or just because you feel like you needed to put him at his place. Spank him, edge him, overstimulate him, make him beg for release and that fucker would even cum harder than usual (little bastard). There’s one thing he might be against, it’s pegging, like a finger or a two why not but a whole toy in his butt ? You’ll need to be a little more convincing for this one (read : fuck him dumbs until he can’t even remember his name and he won’t even whine)

But to do that you’ll need to be extra confident with that, cause even though he is a switch don’t forget that he is most and foremost a jerk, so basically he won’t let you have his way with you easily especially if you tend to be super shy.

If you think that fucker won’t tease the hell out of you for being cocky ? You don’t know Floch.

« Well well what do we have here ??? And here I thought you were innocent Y/N »

« S-Shut up Floch »

« Make me. »

Damn brat *cough cough*

Anyway, if during foreplay or even in the « it » of the moment you felt insecure or sad, use your safe word, Floch isn’t really good at reading people and he might think you were acting extra shy as usual while in fact you were feeling bad over something. Then proceed to explain to him what’s wrong.

He is the stupid worshipper. Always like « Huh ? You think you’re ugly ? Are you stupid ? Of course you’re hot look at you ? I thought you were smarter than y/n » damn buddy it hurts coming from you. Also the dirty worshipper.

« Such a nasty hole you are y/n look at it all clutching around nothing waiting for me to fill it entirely. Fuck you’re wonderful y/n »

« Mamama look at those legs they were made to be wrapped around my hips »

« Damn it y/n you sure know how to suck a cock »

« Look at you taking my cock so well, I swear your swallow me without a blink of an eye what a good slut you are y/n »

Yeah that’s his praise

I’m sorry

He’s doing his best

So yeah he might be a switch if you’re too shy to dom him, well all he has to do his to take the leas right ?

Now if we’re focusing about your first time not just with him, like if you’re a virgin that would be another story.

A part of him want to be extra rough on you like he will corrupt you, you know ? Not really a kink of him but the thought of it got his dick hard as rock so safe to say that he is not against the idea of fucking you dumb.

But as the thought was starting to drive him crazy he realized that for a first time, knowing your personality being quite shy and embarrassed easily he might not be the best idea to just jump into you. Maybe taking your time together would be for the best, so both of you would learn about each other’s body, sweet spot, what to do or not do.

He won’t be too vanilla because that’s not how he is especially now that he joined the yeagarist, in fact his return from Shinganshima changed him into a cold man, mentally instable but somehow strong when it came to follow his belief, but still as I stated before he always needed control but also need a way to get out of his nightmare. So being rough with you in bed sound like a perfect way to escape his reality, of course it’s not healthier way but it’s work so he won’t complain.

Now that being said, even if it won’t be your first time together I can’t see him forcing you into things that make you uncomfortable. He is a dick, but he cares about you. He might try to convince you to at least give it a shot, especially if he felt that the reason that you’re refusing it’s just you being shy (even if he told in his own way that there no need to be shy round him). But he felt that something scares you, he won’t force you and won’t even bring it again.

I don’t feel like he is into gun play/ arm play for that matter, not into blood play either. He is surrounded by blood and weapons all the time, sex with you is supposed to be a safe place where he can escape his old demons so no gun for the baby.

In conclusion, the fact that you are shy angel won’t stop him for being you so it’s up to you to tell him what’s good for you or not.

I know for a shy person it’s difficult to talk about the sensitive subject but remember that communication is a key, he might be a dick and sometimes you’d feel like you can’t talk to him like he is an ass (he is but hey you love him) like he didn’t care about your opinion but that’s not true, you are important and probably the only thing that matter to him (aside from saving paradise but you includes so) so don’t be afraid.

Tiny scenario because it took me forever to post it as a compensation :

« Fuck yeah you feel amazing y/n »

For some reason today Floch was particularly generous with you, not that usually he is not. But today he felt like spoiling you. At first it started with multiple hot make-out session everytime you two were alone. Pushing you against the near wall or holding you against his firm chest, it’s like his lips couldn’t leave yours for like one minute. One of his hand was behind your neck keeping your head firmly against him as the other left for your ass to grab it. Your body was caught between his body and the wall, so all you could do was putting your arm around his neck and just enjoy his warmth as he was greedily kissing you. After all, you hadn’t got the chance to see your boyfriend for a while, to be exact after your mission in Mahr and the capture of Eren you barely caught a moment together to share a kiss. He claimed that there was nothing against you and that he was just very busy since the situation between Mahr and Paradis was still tight.

So, his little greediness was welcomed, you couldn’t help but starting to feel touch starved. You were missing him to the point that you started to wear some of his coat just to be able to catch some of his warmth. Of course you didn’t say anything about it, knowing your boyfriend you wouldn’t see the end of it. After kissing you for like the tenth time, Floch finally moved a little to be able to see you from your entirety. Lips swollen slightly open as you were taking your breath since he barley left you time to take a breath, hair a little messy for the way he was grabbing it firmly, cheeks all pink (probably because you were both embarrassed and turned on by his action). It was definitely a view that was worth it. Since his return from Mahr, Floch hasn't had time much to his dismay to mange some quality time with you, hell he couldn’t even remember the last you two has gone on a date together. Knowing the situation, and what was about to happen with the yeagarist he won’t be able to take you on a date before a long time. So he felt like he needed to take every occasion to have his way with you, kissing you, stroking your body, feeling you against him cause who knows when he’ll be able to have you close to him again ? He was starting to feel angry and eager;

Alongside, let’s be honest the yeagarist didn’t do anything to help him. All the time, he could hear them whining about some soldier who apparently wasn’t on their side, or about the fact that yeah some of them have spent a couple of days in jail. They were starting to get on his nerve, most of them were just spoiled brat who never went into hell and here they have the guts to complain about their condition ? What a shame. He started to feel his shoulder getting heavy. His muscles too were sore, his patience was slowly disappearing worst, he started to have nightmares again. It all started because he wasn’t with you, because he barely spent time with you. He needed you. He needed you right now.

« Floch a-are you okay ? Y-You keep staring at me »

« Do I ? Sorry you just looked amazing all fucked up because of him »

« I-I’m not fucked up »

« Yet. »

A race and a couple of clothes on the floor later, here you were bending over his bed. Face down with a hand firmly against your neck, ass up all good for Floch as he was grinding against you as if it would be the last time that you two would have sex. You were used to Floch being rough against you and to be honest you didn’t mind it since he was hitting all the good spot, and the way he is grunting each time you were clutching against him was music to his hear. Also the dirty talk didn’t help. But today was different, for some reason the foreplay lasts longer than usual, you noticed that Floch took extra time kissing each inch of your body, stroking everything that he might forget. He also ate you out longer than usual putting extra time to make you cum multiple time before he could even put the head of his dick in you. You didn’t mind though, it was good to be spoiled by Floch without even begging for it.

« I could spend my life between your leg y/n but now it’s time for the real fun, come on I want you on four for me. Spread those gorgeous legs of yours for me cause I can’t spend any minute without being in you »

As he was thrusting into you senseless, you felt that he was slowing down but still keeping a firm rhythm against you. Then you felt your body moving, so you could be face to him, he moved his own body too bringing your ankle around his head as your legs were now on his shoulder. The light coming from the windows highlight his toned chest and his arm muscles, his hair were a mess from all the time he put them in place. Even after getting intimate with him multiple times, getting naked in front of him was still something that embarrassed you. He knew that. So it was no surprise for you that you hear him chuckled at your state before slowing down putting your knee at your chest, so he could kiss you again for like the hundred time.

« You felt like heaven babe I’m not kidding I can die now it would be perfect. So tight and warm for me »

And then as if nothing happened, he roughly starts to thrust into you. Floch’s head was now in the crook of your neck as he was breathing heavily, your hand were now on his hair grabbing it each time he was hiding your sweet spot. His movement were kinda slow though as he was taking time to thrust deeply into you reaching whenever spot he was looking for, you swore you could feel his head on your stomach or maybe it was just you losing your mind. It didn’t help that you suddenly felt his hand between your leg touching you, stroking you, teasing you so you would approach your climax quicker than him. No doubt that Floch planned to either edge you or overstimulate you, knowing how he spoils you before, he might overstimulate you until you would be nothing but a mess.

How long would you last before loosing your mind ? That’s what Floch was about to know.

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familyagrestefanblog · 3 years

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Analysis of the Family Agreste Portrait

Quarantine strikes again and since the Agreste family portrait has fascinated me for a loooong while now I decided to put my thoughts into words and write another essay x3

The amount of informations we get out if it is amazing and its not only highlighting the absolute TRAGEDY it is that this family is about to face such a horrible fall out, it also hints at the former family dynamic before everything went to hell.

So make yourself comfortable and get something to drink, because we will be here for a while.

Here we go: My analysis of this beauty of a fictional portrait

Let's start with the most obvious one: Hawkmoth.

Its commen knowledge by now that the background makes it seem like Hawkmoth is standing behind the Agreste family like a bad omen waiting for fate to take its course and cause their doom. The portrait is brilliantly designed so the illusion is created that Gabriels body (here in a blue suit closer to Hawkmoths normals dark purple one) overlaps with Hawkmoths and a darker line is connecting the two faces as well, which rest on the same height right beside each other. The very same line grows bigger as it goes further behind Emilie - coloring her entire background - showing us that EMILIE is all Gabriel sees when he becomes Hawkmoth. But notice that Adrien on the other hand can hardly be concidered part of Gabriels “sight” at all.

Its forshadowing 101 and damn beautiful if I may say so. But this isnt what I want to focus on in this post.

I want to elaborate on two other key factors that tell us about the former dynamic of the Agrestes instead and what they tell us about the present and future.

The heart:

This is hitting me on another level because look at the heart these three form with Adrien right in the middle! He was so LOVED. This family may have never been anywhere close to ideal but still, there was LOVE and now he's gonna loose it all.

Adrien already lost his mother which led to his father getting even more distant and cold and now his father is becoming increasingly more abusive as he falls deeper and deeper into villainy. Gabriel was never a good father, the show has already made this clear with episodes like "the bubbler", “the collector” or "Gigantitan" for example but gosh there was hope for their little family! The end scene in "Jackady" portrayed it perfectly and I wrote a whole other post just covering the sigificants of Adriens and Gabriels hug in that episode. Check it out here if you want, it goes hand in hand with this one.

Miraculous is all about love and the completely different ways it can affect us, our behavior and actions. Because love isnt just wonderful, pure and empowering, it also can be twisted, destructive and cause the darkst nightmares. And with this family the writers know how to portray the complex love in an abusive houshold thats destined to go up in flames and they also know how to hint at their troubled past with the family portrait.

But this heart visual tells us even more in connection with the positions of their hands. And with these two key factors, lets start with Gabriel:

His hands convey it so strongly. He loves/d Emilie and Adrien so much and no doubt this love for them was certainly the reason why he started his quest as Hawkmoth. But he is now losing himself more and more in the pleasure of his villainy to the point where he forgets why he's doing it in the first place and becomes a complete monster (of a father). But this turn and spiraling into villainy didn't came out of nowhere - this root already had to be in him to grow like that. And this is also something the portrait indeed hints at as well.

Because Gabriel is the only one of the three who:

1. We see so completely open and without hesitation reach out and hold BOTH his family members.

2. Is visually “cut off” from them as well.

But this doesn't mean he was excluded and the only one who truly cared and loved, it just shows that things were more... complicated...as usual.

This is best explained with Adriens hand placements:

One hand is holding his mothers but the other one is visibly not reaching out for his father. But as we all know, that's not because Adrien doesn't love him. In season 1-3 it is made more than clear that Adrien does not hate his father - he loves him alot and tries to be there for him and be patient because he knows that the loss of his mother brought his father terribly down.

Sure, Adrien gets frustrated and angry with him, literally how could he not?? But Adrien tries his best to reach out to Gabriel so they can bond and come out of this tragedy stronger.

But this loving willingness to forgive his father for the chance of growing a father-son bond with him doesn't change the fact that these two didn't had a bond prior to this. And let's be honest here, does anybody actually think this distance between them was caused by Adrien? I don't think so.

So notice how Adriens hand - not reaching out for his fathers - is the only one in the portrait NOT inside or forming the heart.

When the connection of the hands between the family members symbolise their connection to another, then Adrien keeping the hand for his father away from the display of love is VERY telling. It tells us very directly what this distance did to Adriens side of the relationship. Despite Gabriels hand being right there, Adrien does not meet the gesture. And I cannot believe that he did it out of resentment, nothing in the show indicated such strong negative emotions from past Adrien.

It's much more likely that Adrien not reaching for his fathers hand is meant to show us that Adrien felt that he either CAN'T return the gesture because he fears that it'll end in an unpleasant reaction from Gabriel - that it isn't Adriens "place" to reach out to his busy and distant father like that, like it's demanding something - or Adrien simply didn't took Gabriel laying his hand on his shoulder, in the context of posing for a portrait, as a gesture of love and affection.

The way I interpret the portrait is that prior to Emilies dissappearence Adrien did not exactly try to reach out to his father the same way he did from s1-s3, which, I mean, of course wasn't the case. Not only is it NOT the 13 years olds (or younger) job to form an emotional connection to their absent parent - when that’s the PARENTS job - it also wouldn't be necessarily "needed" for Adrien to do so.

Because Emilie at this point was still in the picture so and she was the complete opposite. She was a (or maybe the ONLY) safe, reliable and loving constant of parental attention, affection and care in his life and because of these two HARSH contrasts Adrien learned from very early on to focus mostly completely on her in that regard while kinda blocking his father out.

That most likely wasn't even an active choice whatsoever - Gabriel proofed to be an unreliable resource so Adrien learned to subconciously treat him that way out of self protection. That doesn't mean he had any kind of dislike or malice against his father it just means that he wasn't able or allowed to connect with Gabriel the way he needed. Several episodes show that Gabriel deadass only parented like 15 minutes tops in his life with one of the worst offenders kinda being “Gigantitan” ngl.

So yeah, when I see that the portrait wants to tell me that prior to Emilies loss, Adrien - a 12-13 year old at most - is THIS used to rely solely on the strong bond he has with his mother and not even really reaching out for his fathers love, then I can't help but interpret it in the way that... Well... Gabriel was so distant and emotionally unreliable to Adrien for all his life, that Gabriel simply... wasn't needed by his son. Not at that point of time at least.

And while this may seem weird, because obviously Adrien only now starts to stop craving for his fathers affection and approval (which is btw a horrible, HORRIBLE thing and not something good. A half orphan losing the last remaining hope he had left of having the chance to finally get to form a bond with the only other parent he has left, just to be crushed by disappointment and abandonment all over again until he let's go, is REALLY NOT as much of a good thing people will make it out to be. This is... plain awful) it's actually quite logical.

Adriens hand outside the heart doesn't mean that his father meant nothing to him and therefore refuses to meet and accept his affection (that's literally the complete opposite of what the show shows us), it means that Adriens and Gabriels father-son relationship suffers from a fatal emotional disconnection caused by miscommunication/ a lack of communication.

And this was caused by Gabriel. How? Let me elaborate on that by going a bit far afield (cuz lbh we all have time for this. I’m writing this in quarantine and youre reading this is quarantine, so lets gooooooooooooo).

In "The bubbler" Adrien says that his father "always forgot his birthday", but I cannot agree with this in true honesty. Gabriel is controlling his sons entire life, calls him "the epitome of perfection" and temporarily truly gave up being Hawkmoth for him, he definitely never forgot Adriens birthday.

"The bubbler" even SHOWS us that Adriens perspective of the situation is actually not the truth:

This is Adriens first birthday after Emilies dissappearence and it's incredibly telling how Gabriel handles the planning.

What this entire little sequence tells me is that Gabriel is completely and UTTERLY used to NOT be the one to take care of anything related to Adriens birthday. So Emilie was always the one who did it but somehow - now without her - Gabriel apparently still hasn't even considered changing anything about that nasty non-involvement and just expected Natalie to pick everything up where Emilie left it.

Because let's be real here, knowing Natalie she would NOT have forgotten to get a present if Gabriel truly had told her to. Natalie is never presented to do mistakes like that but Gabriel on the other hand IS definitely presented to us claiming things about himself as ultimate, blameless and true when they simply do not reflect reality. A great example: Gorizilla

You didn’t even speared a minutes of your time for Adrien and he DID try to! Asshat… It's a problem guys. The lack of self awareness Gabriel displays in moments like this is legitimately concerning when you think about how deeply this man is falling right now.

But back to the topic:

Because even if Gabriel didn't even consider doing anything himself for Adriens birthday - not even taking the time to SEE his son (who just recently lost his mother, come on Gabe, really?) - one thing one cannot hold against him: he sure as hell remembered Adriens birthday like any decent parent would and it wasnt portrayed as a this-year-for-the-first-time thing.

And yet Adriens statement still makes complete sense. Because a big, BIG problem with Gabriel is just how much he takes things for granted. He EXPECTS things to be universally known and to never be doubted, just because that's how HE sees them. I will write 10 essays if it's needed to make people understand that Gabriel DOES truly love Adrien, it's just that Gabriel HIMSELF is such a rotten, twisted and toxic person that he cannot see how much his (oppressing) behavior and the way he (doesn't) express his love hurts Adrien and that HE is the one at fault. (for more, once again, read this)

Gabriel LOVES Adrien but he takes the love he feels as such a matter-of-fact that he just completely... forgets to show it.

And when we take Adriens words and look at the Family portrait it unfortunately seems that...

…. Gabriel ALWAYS forgot to show it.

Adriens hand - that should at least be reaching out to his father - is outside of the heart in accepting certainty. Because that's what Gabriels non-presence was for Adrien while growing up: an unreliable and unreachable certainty he had to accept early on as safer to not try to emotionally depend on too much or else he will get hurt.

So yeah, Adrien is the one in the portrait who is very openly not reaching out but only because Gabriel never gave him the needed affection and stability to be able to create that bond.

But let me correct what I said a little earlier: Adrien ALWAYS needed his father. Every kid, especially one in a bad situation like Adrien, does need their parents/friends etc as support system to become independent and confident in a healthy way. And if they don’t have that they WILL crave and look for it!

What Adrien has been doing up to now IS normal for a teenager - humans NEED affection, belonging and safety. What ISNT/SHOULDN’T be normal is Adriens disconnection towards his father in the portrait and just how much Gabriel fails to take care and BE THERE for his son in BOTH TIMES!

Collector:

Bother Christmas:

One thing I like about the show is that it portrays their young main cast with one very important truth: The psyche of a child/teenager of their age will react and adapt so it SURVIVES, even if it results in unfortunate consequences in other relationships and places. Thats the psyches main concern and it'll try to cope with the limited experience and development it has in whatever way necessary to get itself to the next day. A coping mechanism is not there to make you a better person, it ensures your SURVIVAL, everything else is a secondary concern.

So seeing pre-show Adrien not react to Gabriels touch and even feel completely unloved and disconnected from him is no surprise to me. Kids are incredibly observant. They may lack the needed experience and knowledge to truly understand that they deserve better and to stand up for themselves but they are masters in picking up red flags in people and can put this danger into perspective while comparing the different danger levels of their options of people and places to adjust their behavior.

Feast:

Stormy Weather 2:

So the broken connection between father and son we see in the portrait (that Gabriel doesn't even notice but Adrien fully internalized) isn’t there because Adrien “didnt needed” or wanted his father, its because Adrien NEEDED Gabriel so much in his isolated upbringing but Gabriel didn’t LET him need him - so Adrien had to adjust to that accordingly. Big, huge, ENORMOUS difference.

Honestly the most miraculous thing about Miraculous is that Adrien was able to bring up the strength to stay positive and friendly and to forgive Gabriel in hope for a better future. That boys situation is 7 kinds of depressing and traumatizing...

It's just flabbergasting to me how well this portrait shows how basically non-existent their relationship was at that point. And it's horrible to know that this estranged and unformed bond is all Adrien had left after Emilie dissappeared, just alot worse because after Emilie incident Adrien states that his father changed alot for the worse as well.

So to think that all Adrien had left wasn't even this former basically non-existent relationship with his aloof father - who would only barely show his true affection for his son because he's either not around enough to do so or he thinks it "unnecessary to proof his affection" for/to Adrien because he already thinks it so obvious and undoubtable.

Well he thought wrong. And GOSH, it breaks my heart!

So now comparing the "Gabriel" hand from Adrien with the one representing his connections with his mother conveys a pretty harsh contrast.

Because last but not least, let's take a look at Emilies hand placements:

But here is now an interesting difference to Adrien. Whereas we openly see that Adriens side of the Adrien-Gabriel relationship is completely disconnected from the heart/love - showcasing just how badly Adrien has always been neglected by his father - we don't see Emilies hand in her Emilie-Gabriel relationship AT ALL.

Once again just like with Adrien, this doesn't mean she didn't love her husband and that Gabriel was used and fooled by the woman he so utterly adored. It just means that from Emilies point of view things were a bit more complicated. What exactly this is, the portrait is keeping secret from us. We have no way of knowing if and how Emilie is returning her husbands gesture. All we can say is that if she does she is definitely not doing it in such an open and unconflicted way as she does with Adrien.

But since when has anything with this family been this easy?

One thing the portrait makes very clear, Adrien and Emilie had a strong and good bond. Definitely the healthiest because the Adrien-Emilie connection is the only one depicted without any kind of disruption from both sides. Both mother and son are reaching out for the other ones hand creating a whole half of the heart, showcasing their affection for another openly and without any of the implied doubts the other connections display. And honestly? Comparing all the hand placements, the one connecting Adrien and Emilie just comes across as strikingly pure and true (which makes it even worse that it was HER Adrien lost…)

As I said it's a HARSH contrast to the one Adrien shears with Gabriel. This contrast is highlighted even further by the way these three face on another.

Emilie and Adrien are positioned facing another and so are Emilie and Gabriel. Telling us that Emilie was "face-to-face" aka involved with both her husband and son. It is Adrien and Gabriel were this looks wildly different. These two have no way of seeing each other in the eyes the way they stand now/then, further displaying their deeply rooted disconnection. It's portrays perfectly how important Emilie was in this family dynamic, because even though Adrien and Gabriel bearly had a connection at all they at least had Emilie as a link between them, keeping the family together. But then they lost her and where this left both father and son off we know oh too well...

So to collect all the informations we get out if this portrait:

-Adriens and Emilies relationship was the strongest and purest. Both of their hands connect and reach out for another in the heart, showcasing that they had a loving and positive bond.

-Adriens and Gabriels relationship is heavily scarred by a deeply rooted disconnection leaving Adrien feeling unloved and unwanted by his father to the point where Adriens side of their dynamic is outside the heart altogether. Gabriel may love and adore his son just like he loves his wife and never thought he displayed his love for him in a lacking way, but fact is: this love never reached Adrien the way it should have and Adrien is the one in their dynamic who got severely hurt and damaged by it.

-Gabriel was the only one completely unconflicted and happily at peace with the former Family situation. He's reaching out to both his family members with open love and affection in blissful oblivion that neither his wife nor son could return them the same way (to different degrees for different reasons). Gabriel was the ONLY ONE in the Agreste family who didn't saw problems in their lives and thought them all happy, hence why he's so obsessed with changing the past and bringing THIS state of their family back. He was happy and he had everything he needed and loved right with him, of course he wants THIS back. He's not aware that Emilie and ESPECIALLY Adrien did not feel the same about their former situation and that bringing all of them back to this is not the perfect happy ending for their entire family as he thinks.

-Emilie may not have been as unconflicted with Gabriel as he was with her but she is NOT feeling the same disconnection her son feels and isn't depicted with negative feelings towards Gabriel. Her side in the Emilie-Gabriel relationship is neither shown outright positive as with her son or outright bad as Adrien with Gabriel. Her side of their bond is depicted through her unseen hand placement in the unknown area in between.

-Despite their not so unconflicted feelings towards Gabriel - and Gabriel himself being aloof - neither Emilie nor Adrien are actively trying to cut Gabriel out. They aren't flinching away from his touch or exclude him from the heart whatsoever. He's happily included, obviously feeling loved. They may not be 100% happy and Gabriel doesn't notice it, but they aren't denying him his happiness and make him unhappy. Again, he's the only one truly happy here. Something neither Emilie nor Adrien tried to take away from him.

-Emilie and Adrien are facing each other as do Emilie and Gabriel, implying the presence of communication and a bond. Adrien and Gabriel do not face each other, showing their disconnected bond. If they could see each others face Adrien would have been able to see that Gabriels hand is a gesture of genuine affection and Gabriel could see that Adriens expression does not exactly display pure happiness the way he thinks. This also goes for Emilie. Emilie just like her husband is placed BEHIND her son, so even if she is facing him she would not be able to really see just how much Adrien is not satisfied and truly happy with his life at that point (meaning how unhappy being looked up, friendless and at distance with his father actually makes him).

- This fascinating family makes me sad and I like it lol

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theweasleysredhair · 3 years

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Secret’s Out [O.W.]

Character: Oliver Wood

Word Count: 1308

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Oliver Wood might just be in love with the Slytherin Quidditch Captain.

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A/n: i haven’t written oliver since 2017 and this is only my second time so be prepared for him being ooc 😂 but otherwise enjoy!

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“You ready to lose on Saturday, L/n?”

You span on your heel, a glare already set on your features as your eyes landed on the Gryffindor captain, his own eyes narrowed, a snarl set on his lips as he stared back at you. Your hands tightened around your broom, knuckles turning white, “In your dreams, Wood. Slytherin are going to wipe the floor with you. Good luck out there - you’re gonna need it.”

Without waiting for a response, you marched off towards the Slytherin changing rooms, grumbling under your breath. Oliver Wood was nothing if not annoying. It was possibly his life’s goal to annoy you as much as possible, particularly before games. And if Slytherin lost? You never heard the end of it.

Slytherin practice went by in a blur, and by the end, you were confident in your team’s skills, absolutely sure you had a chance of winning on Saturday. You’d love to get the chance to brag about a Slytherin win to Wood - mostly as payback, but partly to see him get more and more annoyed about the loss.

You put your broom away, and changed into your normal uniform, taking much longer than the rest of the players, meaning the changing room was now empty.

“You played well today.”

You looked up and grinned, “You were watching?”

“Of course. If you continue how you are, you might actually have a chance of beating us. A small chance, but a chance all the same,” Oliver grinned, pushing off the door frame where he was leaning and walking towards you. His hands found your waist and he pulled you towards him, making you let out a laugh.

“Aren’t you supposed to be more supportive of your girlfriend?” You teased, grinning up at him. He offered you a half shrug as your back hit the wall behind you, your arms wrapping around his neck automatically as his lips pushed against yours, bringing you into a rushed yet passionate kiss.

“I am extremely supportive of you. I just like winning is all,” he grinned against your lips, feeling you shake your head a little at him.

“Don’t I know that,” you replied with a mocking eye roll, earning a nudge from him.

“Oi, you love me!”

“Aye,” you nodded with a grin, “That I do, Ollie, that I do.”

***

Saturday arrived quickly, the few days leading up to the match filled with taunts being thrown from each house back and forth, tension building up as the minutes ticked down to what could only be described as possibly the most exciting event of the year.

Gryffindor vs Slytherin was always an interesting show of events, if nothing else, and never failed to excite and energise the crowd.

You hovered in the air, eyes darting around the pitch, looking for the Quaffle as you dove to avoid a bludger that neither of your own team’s beaters cared to bat away from you.

The game was long, already having been on for nearly 2 hours, and brutal. Gryffindor vs Slytherin was always brutal, but the closeness of the scores for the Quidditch Cup added a layer of hostility and tension, with each student firmly picking a side and cheering them on.

You had to admit, the Gryffindor team were good. They were always the most challenging to beat, something Oliver loved to gloat to you about. You could see his knowing smirk from across the pitch, and you scoffed to yourself - the scores were close, but you were relying on Draco Malfoy to find the snitch before Harry, and frankly you weren’t holding your breath over that happening.

And so, you needed to score more, and quickly.

The Quaffle back in your possession, you flew towards the Gryffindor goals, dodging Alicia Spinnet - who tried to take it from you - and narrowly avoiding being hit by a bludger, sent your way by one of the twins.

Just as you flew around Angelina, towards the end goal that you knew was Oliver’s weak spot - as much as he hated to admit it - you suddenly felt something smash into you, your body falling, dropping the Quaffle as you admitted to grab back onto your broom, your fingertips managing to brush the bristles at the end before you realised with a short scream out that you were plummeting towards the floor - fast.

***

You winced as your eyes opened a little, the sliver of light almost blinding you as you groaned, slowly becoming aware of the pain that travelled down your arm and chest as you made the mistake of moving.

“Y/n!”

Your eyes opened fully and you took a deep breath, blinking as your vision became clear, just to see Oliver’s worried face staring down at you.

“Hi,” your voice came out dry, rough as if you’d been screaming, and you very carefully tried to squeeze Oliver’s hand, which was already holding yours.

“You gave me a right scare, lass. My heart nearly fell out my mouth when I saw you heading towards the floor.”

“What happened?” You tried to sit up, wincing at the pain and he immediately made a move to adjust the pillows behind you, ensuring you were comfortable, before responding.

“Rogue bludger. We think it was heading towards Harry, but you got in the way. Dumbledore slowed the fall, but you still hit the ground with a pretty nasty bump. Thought I lost you for a moment.”

“Yeah you should’ve seen him,” you looked up at the new voice, finding that the Weasley twins had appeared at the foot of your bed.

“He was in a right state-“

“Flew straight down to you-“

“Called off the game and everything.”

You turned to Oliver, whose ears and cheeks had tinged red, and grinned at him teasingly, “You called off the game for me?”

“I might’ve done. Also had to carry you here,” he added with an almost shy smile.

“Good job our Ollie doesn’t mind, right?”

“Yeah, he’s been in love with you for years.”

“Oh have you now?” You faked your shock at Oliver, who was now looking anywhere but your eyes, stammering out a response as the twins laughed at his expense, “It’s a good job we’ve been dating for 6 months out of those years then huh?”

“Wait... what?”

You looked up at the twins with an innocent smile, enjoying how their grins turned into confused expressions, realisation hitting them as their eyes widened - comically, you noted, at the same time.

They began stuttering out protests, claiming they’d have known if their dear Captain was in a relationship, however you just shook your head fondly at them.

Sure, you hadn’t made it obvious you were together in public. At all, for that matter. However, the only reason you argued in front of others was because you both found it fun - and to hold up appearances. Whilst it wasn’t your intention to keep the relationship such a secret, it had worked for you and Oliver, and had added an extra bit of excitement.

Grumbling at the revelation, the twins disappeared as abruptly as they’d arrived, leaving you alone with Oliver, who still held your hand in his, tracing circles on the the back of your hand with his thumb.

“Does this mean the secret’s out?” He asked with a smile in your direction. You bit your lip as you grinned back him, “Apparently so. Fun whilst it lasted, huh?”

“Yeah it was,” he hummed in agreement, before he leaned over, his lips hovering over yours, “Though it’s more fun knowing I can snog you in front of everyone now I reckon.”

His lips brushed yours, your eyes fluttering closed as you brought your uninjured hand up to run through his brown locks,

“I like the sound of that.”

#oliver wood #oliver wood x reader #oliver wood imagine #oliver wood imagines

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afriendlyblackhottie · 3 years

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Cure to a Bad Day

Summary: Andy had a bad day and he needs your pussy to make it all better.

Pairings: Daddy!Andy Barber x Black!Reader

Warnings: Age Gap (not mentioned), smut, daddy kink, rough sex, porn without a plot, reverse cowgirl, face fucking, using tie as a restraint, choking with tie, swearing, dirty talk

Tagged: @titty-teetee , @harrysthiccthighss , @iam-laiya , @mariahthelioness29 , @night-of-the-living-shred , @liquorlaughslove , @blackmissfrizzle , @donutloverxo @whiskey-cokenfanfic , @olyvoyl, @queenoftheworldisdead, @zaddychris, @pooresthilton (for some reason it won’t let me tag you)

(A/N: this is totally unedited. I just wanted to put something out so I could work through my writers block. Also this is dedicated to @babyloveuniverse for putting the idea of Andy Barber choking me with his tie in my head. Thanks for that 😭.Reblog, reblog, reblog.)

Andy had been having such a bad day today. He’d almost missed a deadline with work, the divorce was getting kind of ugly, and he was mentally exhausted. Needed an outlet. Luckily he had you.

You were all dolled up in this dress he didn’t let you wear out of the house. Said he didn’t like seeing other men look at you since it was so short your ass almost showed in it. Yet he loved it when you wore it for him.

When he’d talked to you on his lunch break, you could hear the stress in his voice. Wanting to be a good little girlfriend you decided to make his favorite and dress up a little. Ever since he’d left Laurie for you - not that she knew that - the two of you had been in bliss. He wanted to take care of you and had already started planning your wedding for whenever the divorce was finalized.

Of course all of that meant that sometimes you also needed to take care of him. Today had been a pretty difficult day after all. Sometimes he needed to use you to de-stress in a way he could never do with his ex.

Before you could even greet him, he pushed you against the counter. Kissing you hard and pressing himself into you as he started to undo his tie.

“Daddy had a hard day so he needs your help to feel better,” he said as he turned you around so you were bent over. His tie was now being wrapped around your hands behind your back and there was nothing you could do about it. He smacked your ass hard once and then again and again.

You yelped, “Ow!”

“Gonna be a good girl for me, huh? I know you better be. Daddy needs you to take care of him.” He pulled you up so your ass was against his crotch.

Andy grinded himself into you. “What about dinner?” You asked looking at the food you’d started preparing as he started walking with you over to the living room, fondling your tits as he did.

“We’ll order in,” he said, grabbing your neck so he could pull you into another kiss while he was still standing beheind you. He pretty much shoved his tongue into your mouth, needing to kiss you hard. Needing to dominate you in every way possible.

Your breathing was heavy as he lifted the front of your dress so he could finally playing with his pretty little pussy. “Fuck,” you gasped, pulling away from him.

“I think you knew what was about to happen,” he said into your ear. One of his hands still wrapped around your neck as his other toyed with your clit. “My dirty little slut didn’t even bother to put on any panties? You wanted me to come home and fuck you hard. Didn’t you.”

You nodded looking up at him with those pretty already blurry eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl,” he hissed. “So fucking good.” He smacked your mound making you jump before throwing you on the couch. He stalked over to you, grabbing your chin so you were forced to watch as he undid his belt and then his pants making his cock spring forward. “Gonna take me in your mouth like a good girl?” He asked. “Open.”

You obeyed his command, opening your mouth wide so you could take him. As he grabbed you by your hair to pull you on him so he could start fucking your mouth.

He groaned as he started thrusting his hips. “That’s such a good slut. See this is why I love you.” He pulled you down so you were on your knees in front of him. “Look up at me,” he baby talked you. “Daddy wants to see those pretty eyes while he destroys your throat.”

You did as you were told as you pulled him out of your mouth so you could start licking him. He grabbed a fistful of your hair. Your tongue worked his tip, licking up all that precum.

You almost forgot that he’d tied your hands together because you wanted to touch him so bad. And he was so much to fit in your mouth you needed the extra help to jack him off. With his hand still in your hair he forced you down his length. You gagged, coughing around him before he let you back home. Strings of saliva coming off with it.

“You didn’t forget your manners did you? Remember you’re supposed to thank your daddy for allowing you to worship is cock, Baby.”

You nodded. “Thank you, Daddy.”

He grunted because fuck what a sight to behold. You still in that little ass dress with your legs spread open. Pussy juices dripping onto the hardwood flooring. “You’re welcome,” he said before making you do the same thing again this time letting you get a breath in before filling you with him again. “Nasty fucking girl.”

Your face was getting covered from all the slobber and the next time he pulled you off of him you didn’t skip a beat. “Thank you, Daddy.”

He chuckled before running his hand over your face trying to spread it even more. Fuck you wanted to touch your pussy so bad. He lifted his dick up so his balls were in your face. You knew what he wanted and got to work licking, sucking, and slobbering all over. “Good fucking girl. Such a good nasty little slut.”

His dick fell heavy against your face. He took it into his hand so he could smack your face with it. Fuck it was a dream. His girl sucking on his balls while he cock slapped you. A dream.

He leaned down to undo the tie from around your hands before sitting down on the couch. “Come over here,” he said. You nodded as you crawled over before getting back on your knees so you could suck him again.

Now with your hands free, you could now jerk him off as you sucked at the same time. Fuck he had needed this so damn bad. He needed your pussy more though because he pulled you off of him soon and made you stand up.

He pulled you up and turned you around, making you sit on his dick. Normally he would have worked to make sure your was nice and wet, but he knew his little slut. He knew you’d take whatever he gave you.

Your pussy always seemed to hug his cock in a way he never felt before. Your pussy so perfectly tight. Fucking soaking. All his. Only his.

“Daddy,” you mewled once you were completely seated on his length. He was too damn much, but he didn’t give a shit as he started working your cunt helping you move up and down. “It’s too much.”

“That’s why you need to be a good girl and take it,” he grunted because after that blowjob he knew he wasn’t going to last long at all. “Tell me you’re my bitch.”

“I’m your bitch,” you whimpered. Fuck he was so damn big. How the fuck did he always feels so big. He never gave you a chance to adjust and it hurt so damn good.

With his tie still in hand, he put it around your neck twisting it around his hands as he pressed it into you. You cried out because fuck you started to feel like you couldn’t take it which only made you wanna take it even harder. “You gonna fucking cum for me?” He asked. “Gonna cum all over me like the slut you are. You like when I treat you like shit?”

“Yes!” You screamed putting your hands behind you so that they were gripping his thighs. You needed the leverage because honestly you were afraid of falling off with how strong you could tell your orgasm was about to be. “Daddy!”

“Cum for me,” he said in your ear. “Cum for me so daddy can fucking cum inside that nasty little fucking cunt.”

You moved your hips desperately as finally it hit you fucking hard. “Daddy!” You screamed out. The pressure from his tie being around your neck, only adding to the intensity.

He stilled you as he started to cum in your pussy. Thick ropes of his cum painting your walls. Just what he needed after such a bad day. You collapsed back onto him. Both of you breathing heavy.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the top of your head. “Thank you, Daddy,” you mumbled your throat feeling all raw. You were in a slight daze. God you looked beautiful.

He chuckled his chest still heaving. “No, thank you, Baby. Always so good at taking care of me.” He laid down now with his in his arms, finally fully kicking his pants off. “You can pick out dinner, okay?”

You nodded as you laid against him. How the hell was he expecting you to think let alone know what you wanted for dinner after he’d just fucked you like that.

“Did you have a good day, at least?” He asked because now that he was taken care of, he wanted to hear all about you.

#andy barber x female reader #andy barber smut #andy barber x black!reader #Andy barber x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x black women

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quibblesandscribbles · 3 years

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Centaurworld Rewrite: A Serious Adventure AU - S1E1 Outline

I’m doing rewrite outlines, prepare for some AU. That being said, I still like several parts of Centaurworld a lot, namely Rider, Horse, Wammawink, and whatever the hell is going on with the Nowhere King, and hope there’s a second season to watch (which I will if Netflix doesn’t ruin our hopes and dreams).

Anyways, here’s like, a rewrite or whatever. I will probably post the outlines as I go, episode by episode. Will I get to them all? ADHD-willing, we’ll see. Also feel free to use these ideas/outlines? I don’t mind.

Also assume there are songs in this even if I don’t specifically mention all of them. Also I guess this rewrite kinda chains the 1st and 2nd episodes together as a two parter? Maybe, idk.

Also I’ll preface this with this too: I ship Wammahorse, yes I SHIPSHIP it. Moving on.

Some headcanons before we start:

Warworld (*the world Rider and Horse are from) is a Low Fantasy Setting, there IS magic, but it comes in two variations, either very subtle low-powered but relatively uncommon, or Terrifyingly Powerful and so extremely rare to the point that it’s not very well known and “just myths” (usually for Big Baddies)

Ideas for Horse’s Degree of Sapience Prior to Worldhopping:

A: Horse was just a regular, non-magical horse, and their exposure to the Artifact and Centaurworld has essentially made them a Fully Uplifted Animal. - This is interesting, but ultimately a difficult idea to convey because it would require a lot more setup and wouldn’t exactly fit Horse’s characterization without some rework. This is an amazing idea, but I won’t be using it because it would slow things down too much.

B: Horse is a low-fantasy magic steed raised as warhorse/war asset, who is much smarter than your average animal steed/companion similar to a DND Ranger’s pets, or Mabari from Dragon Age, or a Ranger Horse from John Flanagan’s ‘Ranger’s Apprentice.’ The combined exposure to the Artifact and Centaurworld could account for her gaining speech and her body expressing limited physical adaptation to Centaurworld’s different physics (her body’s new extended range of motion for example) but of course I’ll be limiting this because having stakes make it more fun imho. This is my favorite, I’m using this.

Horse would’ve been considered a very valuable war asset (trained warhorses are like, historical ferraris, expensive as hell, i can only imagine what low-magical smart warhorses would be valued at), though still ultimately expendable for the war effort like anything else

Let Horse have horse behaviors (*can you tell I haven’t really left my horse phase behind lol)! Nipping and grooming behaviors as affection or warnings, ear positions to indicate mood, grazing to eat, laying down only when truly relaxed, sleeping standing up. COME ON.

Centaurworld is a High Fantasy world with an Absurdist bent but with darker undertones, similar to how Adventure Time is, with an extremely high saturation of magic, maybe you could even theorize that due to the Splitting of the Two Worlds that all the magic is being Dammed up in Centaurworld like a river or reservoir, this could be a future plot thread that could be picked up in a later season.

Basic Changes:

Durpleton, Glendale, Ched and Zulius are supporting cast, not main

Durpleton is less stupid and more of a Kronk-expy: a little dim but ultimately kind/means well, has at least 1 life skill he’s good at buried in there though for the life of me I can’t think of one right now.

Glendale’s Narrative Framing: Glendale is amazing, but the kleptomania will be allotted ONE (or two) joke mentions but narratively isn’t treated like one after, somehow establish that her kleptomania is directly intertwined with her anxiety levels. Are there other denizens of the Valley that know the Herd? Are they mad at Glendale for stealing things? Does Wammawink have to constantly run interference to cover for Glendale? Probably.

Make Ched look like less of a pointless asshole: Have him show concern for his friends’ safety and his suspicion of outsiders, AKA Horse. If he’s going to be a jerk, at least let it serve a purpose.

Zulius can stay roughly the same - Zulius is great okay, just don’t tell me there’s backstory and then NOT TELL OR SHOW US ANY CLUES about what said backstory/history IS! (other than forcing us infer/project the headcanon[?] that him and Splendib might’ve been exes, from how they act around each other without any other context/visual/or confirming exposition we literally know nothing other than Splendib and him split/had a nasty falling out and Splendib took the glittercats and the career in the divorce.)

S1E1: Hello Rainbow Road

Opening scene in Warworld

If these episodes were allowed to be longer (shuddup it’s my AU), have the scene open with Horse sees Rider comes running out of some underground castle ruin catacombs and ominous roaring and clanging behind her as she deliberately sets off a dungeon booby trap (arrows or fire) she must’ve avoided while dungeon crawling earlier, and Horse runs towards her and circles at a canter and then Rider does a Running Mount (mounting a horse while the horse is in motion) and shoots an arrow at that flies offscreen

Smash cut to the DRAWBRIDGE door falling and Rider and Horse come galloping out while dodging some javelins and arrows and 1.5 seconds later 1-4 armored minotaurs (the lizardmen?) riding some coursers (swift horses or horselike creatures idk have fun) gallop behind in hot pursuit.

WARWORLD CHASE/FIGHT SCENE

Rider and Horse take out 2 of the pursuers on the run have Rider stay on horseback, dodge and make 1 pursuer shoot/javelin another 1 into a nasty-looking fall, and then Rider nails another 1 right through the helmet visor with an arrow. Have Rider throw a smoke bomb or something at the 2 remaining ones trying to catch up.

2 Enemies left but Horse is forced to skid to a stop as the suspension bridge approaches, then a tense moment forced to walk in order to escape safely across the suspension bridge which Rider cuts once they’re across. Maybe have 1 of the minotaur pursuers having been on the bridge somewhat behind them before Rider had to cut the line, sending the enemy hurtling down below. The remaining minotaur scout stares at them ominously from the other side before leaving.

Have Rider breath a sigh of relief

Smash cut to Horse and Rider traveling across a wartorn landscape, start Horse’s internal monologue narrative until they finally get to the hill and see the ruins of their village

Everything from this point to Horse getting transported to Centaurworld is the same as canon

Not Actually a DREAMVISION SEQUENCE:

Shot/Animated from Horse’s 1st Person POV: Darkness, the sound of whooshing Horse falls, shimmering flash colors [if this were an actual show pls put a Epilepsy warning at the beginning of the ep], then a loud Splash as Horse falls into Dark Water. POV looks down and we see Horse’s front legs and a bottomless abyss below and a then flash of green and off-white from deep below, then look up to see blue light, see the swimming motions of Horse’s front legs and getting closer to the Blue Light

Horse wakes up, blinking, alone (no Durpleton)

Horse gets up looks around, doesn’t see Rider anywhere and starts makes Whinnying sounds (specifically, Whinnying is a social horse call, like specifically going, “Rider where are you!?” in IRL horse)

“And what are you supposed to be?” the “camera” wheels around to see Ched who has landed on Horse just within reach of her tail so Horse lets out a startled squeal (the Horse noise, not the human one) and does that thing where horses use their tails to swat away insects which sends Ched FLYING as Horse’s squealing morphs into her Talking/Yelling “what the heck is going on?!”

Horse does what panicked horses do, she runs

Horse stumbles into meeting Durpleton, who freaks her out more

Meeting kinda the same as canon but with less constant emphasis on reminding the audience that the writer’s can’t write comedy

Wammawink and Horse meet, Ched flies in and goes “hey that asshole kicked my a-I mean attacked me, but I totally beat ‘em.”

Horse tries to leave, discovers the Barrier, tries to get through, fails multiple times, but only 3-4 attempts shown with time passage show by the time of day changing, have Horse’ talking to herself a bit about how utterly weird the talking words thing is, that this is a “human” thing why is this HAPPENING she needs to get back

Waste less time on the visual gags of the Barrier repelling Horse, also get rid of the Tree Catapult scene because it doesn’t jive with Horse being a horse, why do they know how to make a catapult? Also because I hate how it basically shows us that Horse has no physical danger or chance of injury from being FLUNG around like Pokemon’s Team Rocket.

Have the rest of the centaur Herd come up to and talk to Horse while Horse is trying to get through the Barrier, and Horse talks about the outside and her world and doing things, squeeze in some convo about how there’s no (current) war in Centaurworld and how Horse thinks that that “freedom must be nice.” Anyways these conversations are what has Glendale, Zulius and Durpleton at least considering the ups of leaving.

Durpleton: Durpleton approaches Horse alone and asks about where she’s from, what’s home like, expositiony bits for Warworld and how much Horse needs to get herself and the Artifact back to Rider; Horse should say something offhand, like how she dreamed about exploring the world with Rider after the War seeing new things together, to which we’d cut to a shot of Durpleton looking thoughtful, before asking a completely unrelated question before Horse asks to be left alone. He doesn’t go originally, but gets distracted by something (butterfly?) and trots off.

Wammawink, Ched & Glendale: Atop a hill, Wammawink looks up to see stormclouds gathering off in the distance and comments that they’re going to be in for some rough weather, then goes over to offer Horse food, but gets distracted by some other Valley Denizens who are mad suspicious that Glendale is responsible for something of theirs that’s missing. Leaving Wammawink to go off and have to run interference leaving Glendale to approach Horse alone. Horse will learn that there’s no (current) war in Centaurworld but there was one historically, and Glendale will offhandedly mention that they’ve stolen everything from everyone in the Valley at least 4 times and with the unspoken implication of boredom. Ched will butt in and heckle Horse like, “could you leave any quieter?” and Horse sniping back, ears pinned back and animated horse stress behaviors. And Horse’s last failed attempt at passing the Barrier has them drop the Artifact, and we get a shot of Glendale spotting and eyes widening at seeing the Artifact unattended on the ground, then we get a smash cut of Glendale getting herded away by Ched.

Zulius: Goes over to ask about Horse’s avante garde accessories (her bridle, saddle & armor[barding]), makes comments on her style/aesthetic and asks where he could find some. Horse loses her patience, and says that she Needs to concentrate on getting back to someone they care a lot about and could you please just go away?

Horse: (voiced as a rhetorical question) “Haven’t you ever wanted to go back to someone you loved before?”

Zulius gets a Look on his face, then he’d puff up, cover up the Armor Piercing Question’s effect on him with more bluster and then turn away as it gets later

Around sunset, Horse finally gives in to go ask Wammawink what’s up, and how can they leave.

Wammawink tries to feed them and convince them to stay, but Horse waves her off and moves away while muttering something about coming up with a plan

Speaking of plans, the Herd excluding Wammawink (& Ched) start talking about being bored, and mention Horse saying stuff about exploring the world (taken out of context, deliberately)

Wammawink, smelling the ugly head of discontent, sighs in defeat at not being able to recruit this new outcast in the Herd and approaches a grazing Horse and says she’ll help her through it with her magic(not admitting that the Barrier is her magic working in the first place because it’s not relevant right now okay) but then we get the “What’s magic?” bit from Horse and the rest of the Herd butts in with the Song. They wander off to go to bed afterwards, and Horse wants to go Now but Wammawink says that she’ll help Horse leave the Barrier but only in the morning because “you look tired”

Horse: “That doesn’t matter.” *awkward silence*

Wammawink, sadly: “Of course it does.” *Horse has already walked away*

The sun finishes setting as the wind blows the plants and through Wammawink’s fur (ominously) and she shivers, going back to the campfire

DREAM SEQUENCE: It’s dark, then we get a flashback dream of a younger Rider and Horse, idk a memory of something to showcase them either while in training or really show their Bond okay? End with them sitting around a campfire with other young soldiers and horses, someone is humming something (the first few bars of the Nowhere King’s Lullaby, no actual words yet). Then Dream!Rider turns to face Horse and asks, “how could you?”

Horse: “How could I what?”

Dream!Rider: “How could you leave me behind?” (The humming grows louder, there’s a lute being played, growing discordant)

Then Horse starts calling into the darkness/void, “I’m coming back for you, Rider! Just hang on, alright?!”

Rider: “Oh Horse, it’s already too late for me.”

“Rider!” Horse yells as they jolt awake, standing, because horses typically sleep standing up.

It’s dawn but the wind and stormy weather signs are picking up but not here yet, Wammawink walks Horse to the edge of the Valley barrier and tries to convince Horse to stay here where it’s safe, but Horse refuses to be deterred

Brief shot of Glendale hiding a bunch of things from her Tummy Hammerspace in order to simulate the feeling of stealing things again later, including the Artifact which falls on the ground

A shot of Durpleton seeing and picking up the Artifact and spotting Wammawink and Horse some distance away going toward the barrier’s edge

Wammawink hangs back on a hill, glowy hands and the magic wall flickers and disappears, and Horse immediately breaks into a gallop and disappears into the forest, Wammawink sighs and turns away

Indeterminate amount of time later, Wammawink recasts the Barrier, and Durpleton misses breakfast so Wammawink enlists Ched to help her look for him because Ched can fly

Cut to a shot of Horse dropping from a canter to a trot on the Rainbow Road, it’s grown darker and the stormclouds are in the sky. Distant thunder booms overhead, and a few scattered raindrops start to fall

“Heyyyy! You forgot your necklaceeee!” a shout from behind

Horse looks back and sees a running Durpleton holding the Artifact, and stops, he catches up to Horse and is gasping, “Wow, you run fast, hoooo, *deep breaths* you’re really *another gasp* athletic! Anyways you forgot your Necklace.”

Durpleton ties the broken string into a necklace around Horse’s neck and Horse thanks them and wishes them a safe journey back to the Valley, but as this happens the rain gradually falls harder. Then the sounds of the Rest of the Herd finally catching up happen, and Wammawink mother hens Durpleton and wants take everyone back home but then a loud BOOM of thunder and lightning overhead, and then it starts to Pour down rain, forcing Horse and co to find shelter until it lets up. Maybe have someone mention something about landslides being a possibility? Durpleton asks how they found them so fast, dim remember, then brief flashback.

FLASHBACK: Wammawink and co searching and calling out for Durpleton everywhere in the Valley, and realize that he must’ve followed Horse for some reason when Zulius FINALLY shows up and mentions that he remembers Durpleton saying he was gonna give Horse back her necklace. The recast Barrier is brought down and they leave the Valley to bring back their friend.

Back to the present where the group has taken shelter as the storm picks up more, and thunder booms overhead, Horse has some nervous horse body language going on, then we get to hear her mutter-singing or humming the “I never fear the drums of war” to calm herself down, but with more stanzas please, when asked she says it’s a battle hymn that Rider sang.

If Horse was humming, Wammawink could ask why she doesn’t sing, she’s sure that Horse has a lovely voice

Horse goes “I’m a horse, I don’t sing.”

Wammawink tries to be encouraging, Horse is resistant

Wammawink invites her to eat (AGAIN) but Horse still turns her (love and affection) down (AGAIN!) and says she’s fine with grazing and Glendale pipes in excitedly that they have decided that they want to travel with Horse (Ched pipes up that he didn’t agree to this) but pls help us convince Wammawink and Horse protests but someone points out to ask “do you even know where you’re going” and they have a point

Horse acknowledges this and relents, states some stuff about how she’s not going to slow down much however. Then Glendale, Zulius and Durpleton rejoice, Ched acts tsundere, but Wammawink looks nervous and wrings her hands together and relents that “they’ll go with Horse as far as the nearest Shaman” and Ched will go, “hey don’t you know he-” and Wammawink shushes him quickly with a gigglecake

Wammawink doubles down on the mother henning behavior

Horse doesn’t eat Wammawink’s gigglecakes but grazes by herself nearby, occasionally answering a question or two when engaged by the others (not Wammawink) and Wammawink mentions how the weather probably won’t let up for very long and they should take it slow and that Horse should bundle up

Horse disagrees but its bedtime and a bedtime song occurs in the backdrop as a restless Horse struggles to stay alert and awake but eventually falls asleep

VISION SEQUENCE: A shimmer of soft blue light, then shots of Rider ducking and weaving, her sword flashing as she tries to weave her way through a horde of enemy soldiers, blood spatters, then an enemy archer takes aim at a fleeing Rider, and Horse calls out a warning.

Rider turns her head with a surprised look on her face suddenly just enough that the arrow buries itself into her shoulder instead the middle of her back and then she stumbles, one of her arms going limp, but everything goes dark before we can see if she fell

Everything goes dark and the din of war fades away, we get a shot of Horse’s hooves splashing and making ripples into dark water but the camera doesn’t follow her, we hear Horse’s cries for Rider fade, growing further and further away

Still dark, but in the silence we hear distant sound, drip, drip, drip, drip.

Then the episode ends and the credits roll.

#centaurworld #centaurworld spoilers #centaurworld wammawink #centaurworld rider #centaurworld horse #centaurworld headcanons #centaurworld au #centaurworld rewrite #centaurworld a serious adventure au #wow I suck at naming things #centaurworld season 1 #fixed the ending scene order #your welcome

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luvspence · 3 years

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revenge prank

spencer reid x reader

{i know its not exactly canon that reid went to mit, but it was brought up in the prank war episode so even tho the writer corrected the mistake, i’m putting it in still}

synopsis: a subordinate at the bau won’t stop bothering you and spencer teaches him a lesson, in his own way

word count: 945

master list

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you quickly walked down the halls of the bau, files in hand, preparing yourself to present the newest case

“hey y/n”

you look behind you

anderson

you rolled your eyes

“what do you want?”

“for you to let me take you out?”

“not a chance, i have a boyfriend”

“spencer? come on, him and you really?”

“yes! and we’re happy so shoo”

he untimely gives up and heads back to his desk, you turn around and spencer is behind you, he heard your conversation

“hey, you’re late today” you say as you hand him his file

“y-yeah” he his head “tr-traffic, uh who was that?”

“oh anderson, don’t worry about him he’s just annoying”

spencer was internally fuming, he hated when guys even somewhat looked at you the wrong way, and this nearly made him explode

“hmmm, y-yeah, ‘just annoying’”

“pretty much! now hurry we have to get in there”

you took his hand and dragged him into the round table room

he figited with the corner if the file while you talked about their newest case, he kept replaying the conversation between you and anderson in his head

“spencer? come on, him and you really?”

to put it lightly spencer did not like to be challenged, so he then made it his mission to take him down a couple notches

starting with giving you a painfully obvious kiss before he boarded the jet

after he pulled away you said

“i’ll miss you too spence”

he merely laughed and waved to you as he boarded, anderson was out there helping to load all their go bags in the jet

as the jet took off you walked back into the office with anderson

“see, boyfriend!”

he huffed

“okay well we’ll see how long that lasts”

you gave him a nasty look and headed into the building

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spencer called garcia from the plane

“hey garcía”

“yes my love?”

“un case related, but could you help me with something”

“of course what is it”

“okay so, anderson’s been flirting with y/n and i wanna teach him a lesson”

penelope laughed

“okay okay so you want me to tell him to meet you behind the gym after school? i’ll make sure no teachers are there so you don’t get caught, and i’ll get a filmer too”

“penelope!”

“fine fine, but are you gonna punch this guy or something?”

“no i have something better”

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“hey y/n could you come here?”

the office was pretty empty when they left on cases, just you garcia and anderson in the bau sector

“what is it?”

he turned his computer screen toward you

“for some reason, no matter how many time i hit send on this email, it won’t send”

you were penelopes second in command, so you went to work trying to figure it out

after inspecting the code for a bit you figured out the issue

“hmm, looks like i fixed it, but it looks like you sent over 20 of the same email to margot from counter terrorism”

“oh shoot”

throughout the week, anderson kept getting messed up

random newsletters he didn’t sign up for appeared in his mail box, his autocorrect had been screwed up so that every email he sent had typos that caused grand miss understandings, his chair got stuck more than once, and his mouse stopped working on multiple occasions as well

“the universe seems to hate me this week”

you laughed “how unfortunate”

the team was heading home today, and they were landing in around 20 mins when you saw anderson shuffling around

“what are you doing?” you asked

he held up a big plate of jello

“i know, it’s quite strange but i got an email from hotch and he requested this on his arrival? and i’m trying to get promoted”

“hmmm okay,, so you’re gonna wait with me outside the elevator for them to return?”

he nodded and you two stood waiting

“have you given thought to my ask y/n?”

“yes. and my answer remains no”

he gave you a pout as you heard the elevator ring, and soon our poured the team

you ran up to spencer, giving him a hug, he kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms around your body

“how was the case?” you asked

“as good as it could be” you nodded, our of the corner of your eye you saw anderson handing the plate to hotch

you and spencer watched, him trying to contain his laughter as hotch gave anderson a strange look

“what is this anderson?”

“the jello, that you asked for?”

hotch gave a strange glare

“i never asked for this” he said as he walked toward his office

“b-but the email?”

spencer could barely contain his laughter as anderson walked away in shame

“spencer! that’s not funny”

he was laughing so hard at this point that a tear fell from his cheek

“i-i played a bunch of pranks on him this week”

“WHAT”

“yup, i changed his auto correct, sabotaged his emails, penelope helped me with un screwing a couple screws from his chair and putting tape over his mouse sensor”

“you’re so evil, why did you do all that?”

“because he was bothering you”

you laughed

“you’re so crazy spencer, you launched a prank scheme because some guy made a joke about wanting to date me”

“yup, you’re lucky your boyfriends an MIT grad, we are the best at pranks”

he took your hand and held it as you started to walk out of the building

“still spence, you didn’t need to get him that bad”

“bad! if you think that’s bad you should’ve seen what i did to derek”

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fluffy #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer x y/n #mgg #cm fic #cm valentine’s #cm fluff

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xlovelybeanx · 3 years

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✭ I’m sorry, this gif is too precious for me NOT to put on here. I’m back at it again with Banana Fish, but this time it’s a request from the lovely @wertzunge !! Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like it!! <3 P.S. I had a lot of fun writing this!! You can always send me more if you want !! <333

Btw, I tried to keep the original prompt true so if anything seems off, I’m sorry. (Not really an experienced writer yet, but one day! ..One day!)

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Title: “Ferocious Lynx.”

Pairing: EijiAsh ft. Skipper.

Summary: When Eiji hears a commotion coming from Ash’s room, the only thing to think is that something bad is happening - but when the poor boy walks on something else instead, he finds himself in a position where he can’t escape.

Warnings: Some swearing, I guess.. Other than that... It’s a wholesome tickle fic~!

Note: I’m gonna change the plot a little bit - instead of Skipper and Eiji getting kidnapped by Arthur and his men, let’s just pretend that Ash defeated them all with his mad skillz and got everyone safely back home. :)

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It happened roughly a week ago. The deal that changed the black-haired boy’s life forever, the deal that made him considering running back to Japan as fast as he could. Due to the recent events, the attack at the bar by Arthur’s men, the concerned photographer asked to make a “deal” with the gang leader - basically letting him own Eiji for a week or two in return for protection.

The sly lynx, of course he’d accept because he was just too lazy to do anything himself! What Eiji hated the most of this, however, was the fact that it was so boring and lonely. The only people who came by were gang members, and of course Eiji couldn’t really speak to them - what would they talk about? ..it just seemed a little too awkward for him to start, and when asking questions and things to Ash, the younger one would just tease him about it! It made life miserable, but as long as Ibe didn’t worry about him, he guessed it was alright for now.

“..ahh,” Eiji sighed, sitting down on the older, slightly uncomfortable couch as he finished with his “job”. He ended up cleaning the entire living room, by himself might he add, because he didn’t know really what else to do. He wasn’t allowed to go outside, he would be easily recognized by everyone - he wasn’t allowed to mess around with Ash’s things (like he had anything there anyways) and most of all, he basically was treated like a maid. “Eiji, go get this, go get that” sort of thing from Ash. And while he didn’t complain at all, it started to grind his gears. Of course, he couldn’t get too mad because he WAS protecting him - it was the least he could do, anyways. “Safe, huh? ...well, if it makes Ibe happy..” he murmured, closing his eyes as he leaned against the headrest of the couch.

Suddenly, a loud scream was erupted from Ash’s room which made the exhausted boy jump in fear. ...what was that, he wondered as he stood up, a concerned look on his face. “That didn’t sound like Ash... but... something could be going down.” He concluded, face pale from the shock of hearing such a loud noise in the quietest of rooms. Standing outside of his room, he almost wanted to leave it up to him - maybe Ash could take care of it on his own. But if there was any chance that he was in danger, Eiji had to see him. He took in a breath, grasped the doorknob tightly, and opened wide. I’m gonna...

“AHAHAHA- W-WAIHAHAT! ST-STOP! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

...save you? Eiji’s eyes widened at the scene he was witnessing - Skipper, the one who saved him at the bar incident was pinned down underneath the ferocious lynx of a gang leader, basically begging for mercy as Ash launched a tickle attack on the poor boy. Eiji didn’t know whether to stand there or walk away - the initial shock of hearing the scream made him stand completely still, as if he was frozen. He could feel his face heat up incredibly fast, but he couldn’t move fast enough to hide it.

“...oh,” Ash calmly said, as he noticed the photographer’s assistant walk into the room, slowing his attack down so that Skipper could catch his breath. The young boy’s face was red with tears pricked at the corner of his eyes, grasping his sides ever so tightly. Eiji raised an eyebrow, fists clenched as he looked down in sheer embarrassment. So he didn’t need saving?! Why was he even concerned..? But then again, it felt kinda nice seeing that scene take place - Ash never really let his guard down, but in the split second that he saw of him tickle torturing a kid, he was totally relaxed. ..felt kind of odd, as well.

“S-Sorry, I... heard a scream..and thought something.. bad was happening,” Eiji mumbled as he fiddled with his hands, earning a slight chuckle from the blonde. He sat up, along with Skipper who was still out of breath, and raised an eyebrow. What was that look for, he thought as he mustered up enough courage to look up for a moment. The jade green eyes scanned him up and down before looking at his “little brother” Skip. “..Hey, do me a favor, yeah? Go to Chinatown and get Shorter, we have to do something later.” He nudged the other in the side, getting a squeal out of the latter - “FINE! Fine.. I’ll be back... in a bit..” Skipper said, standing up and walking out of the room. Which now only left a flustered Eiji and a devious Ash in the same room together. Alone. ..this could only end well.

“What? Jealous?” Ash teased, standing up slowly - the words sent another level of embarrassment through him and he shook his head, his nervousness getting the better of him. No words could escape his mouth, much less process through his head. Fact is, he wasn’t really “hands-on” with his parents much as a kid, so naturally stuff like this didn’t happen. Akira, his little sister maybe did it once or twice but that was so long ago that he’s already forgotten about it. “...ahh, so you are jealous. Huh. Well, if that’s the case, it’ll be a while before Skipper comes back so do you want me to tickle you?” Eiji’s face seemed to turn a deep shade of red, eyes darting back and forth. “..I mean... I g-guess,” he mumbled quietly. There was no getting out of it anyways, so he might as well just take it.

“..alright,” Ash grabbed him, as gently as possible and threw him on to the bed, pinning his hands above his head - a sinister grin was on his face, and the other really didn’t like where this was headed. Sitting on his waist, he leaned forward to his ear and blew softly on the outer part, watching the boy shiver and hunch up softly. “...huh. Would you like to tell me where you’re ticklish, then~?” His whole face turned red, shaking his head - even if he wanted to tell him, what would he say? ...it’s not like he remembered where exactly he was most ticklish. If he was ticklish, even.

“Gonna play the silent type, eh?” Ash asked as he gently slid his fingers around his ear, watching the boy’s eyes widen immediately. “...what’s the matter? You seem... a little squeamish today, huh?” Eiji couldn’t function anymore. Any words that had even the 1% chance of wanting to come out have immediately been stuck back in his brain. He was going to die - of embarrassment? Quite possibly so. “...mmm..” he shook his head, squirming in his grasp. There was so much he wanted to say, and yet, while looking deep into those jade green eyes - there was nothing he couldn’t read at that point. His face said it all.

“...you don’t know? Or do you not want to tell me~? That’s okay, I’ll figure out eventually,” those were the last words uttered before the blonde moved down and trailed at his pant line, making him squeak out involuntarily. “..w-wait,” Eiji choked out, the only word he could muster up before giggles slipped out of him. “Wait? Wait for what? For me to find your worst spot.. and then abuse it? ...mmm.. trust me, I can’t wait for that. Also... consider it.. payback for making me take care of you..” Ash grinned as his fingers wiggled teasingly underneath his shirt, making him clench his hands into fists. “Waihihit, s-stahahahap ihihit..! Ash!” Before he knew it, laughter was pouring out of his mouth - he can’t ever recall being this ticklish but the situation he found himself in seemed to answer his question earlier.

“What is it, Eiji?” Ash asked, his nails scraping gently across his pale stomach, making him want to jump out of his own skin. “H-Hehehehey! Nahahaha- c-cut ihihihit ohohohout!! Hahahahahahaha!!” Eiji’s giggles rose in pitch, making his voice sound very squeaky - something that seemed to edge the blonde ler on more. The sparkle in his eyes seemed to brighten the more he got a reaction out of the Japanese boy. “...p-plehehehehehease! Hahahahahaha!”

“...please what? Tickle you more? Oh don’t worry, you’ve got a lot of that coming your way~.” Ash slowly traveled his fingers way up, resting right underneath his arms. His fingers had not even starting moving, but the poor boy had already been sent into hysterics. Even just the light touch was enough to drive him up the wall. His whole body now was shaking, his legs kicking against the sheets of the bed.

“Does it tickle that much? I couldn’t imagine being that ticklish. Aha.” And that’s when the actual tickling began - the nasty ler scratched his delicate fingers into the center of his armpits, grinning as his work just only started. Eiji jumped out of his skin, squirming desperately as he could do nothing but laugh hysterically. “Woah, maybe that’s why you didn’t want me to know where you’re ticklish...” Ash couldn’t help but laugh with the hypersensitive boy. “HAHAHA- ASH! STOHOHOHOP IHIHIHIT! PLEHEHEHEASE-!”

“...now why would I do that? I’m only getting started..” the more he picked up the speed, the more increasingly squeakier his voice sounded - and Ash wasn’t going to lie: it was ... pretty cute. At first he was just surprised at the fact he was there, considering that originally he was checking up on them to make sure everything was as okay, but now? He was just surprised at how someone could sound so cute and not be known to him. “...aww, is it too much for you?” The blonde let go of his wrists to use both hands, using one hand to softly pinch his sides while the other digged mercilessly under his arm. “AHAHAHAHAHASH! F-FUHUHCK! STOHOHOHOP IHIHIHIT, PLEHEHEHEASE...!” Ash flinched back - ... that was the first time he ever heard the boy cuss. He knew it was getting bad then, if he had no other choice but to swear. His fingers stopped where they were, although they never really moved from their spot.

Out of breath and panting with still a couple of giggles flowing out, the other laid his head back and sighed in relief. It was finally over - at least, for now - and he could take a moment to take in all of a precious resource called ‘air’. “..t-thahanks..” he said, covering both of his eyes with his hands. Jeez, Ash did a number on the poor boy. “..are you that ticklish everywhere?” Ash asked with a somewhat serious tone, playful wiggling his fingers at him. “No,” Eiji said softly. “Not that I remember anyways. I haven’t been tickled since my sister did many years ago. I just..haven’t really thought about it.. until I saw you tickling Skipper..” There was a brief moment of silence before Ash burst out laughing, unexpectedly.

“H-Huh..? What’s so funny?”

“That’s cute,” he said, pushing his hair back from his eyes. Cute? Huh? The red hue on his face came back as he puffed his cheeks out, crossing his arms. “Cute, huh? What do you mean by that?”

“Just sayin’, it’s cute.” Ash repeated, turning around so that he was facing Eiji’s legs and Ash’s back was visible to him. Eiji was visibly confused - weren’t they ... done? A terrified shiver went through him. If... he’s doing what he’s thinking of, Ash might literally kill him. Physically and mentally. “Hey, Eiji?”

“Y-Yeah?” He asked, his voice seemingly small in comparison. There was a moment of silence before he turned around, holding eye contact with the pitiful male. “Are your feet ticklish?” His stomach dropped - nonononono... this was what he wasn’t looking forward to. He darted his eyes away, looking for an excuse to get away. “...er, actually, I j-just remembered ... I forgot to clean the kitchen! I’ll just, uh, being going now...”

“Can it. You cleaned the kitchen yesterday, remember? Oh, well, I guess you don’t remember me being there. I am a master of stealth, after all.” That little... his cheeks puffed up as he realized there was no getting out of this. Covering his face as he wiggled his socked feet, he remained silent - and that was all he needed as an answer. Tracing a single finger up the sole of his foot, the reaction? ...interesting, to say the least. The smaller one squeaked loudly, covering his mouth - eyes widened in surprise that he was the one who made that noise. “Jackpot,” Ash murmured, mostly to himself as he scribbled at 10 fingers on both of his socked feet.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-! WAHAHAHAHAIT! YAHAHAHAHAHAMERU!” Eiji couldn’t help but cry out in his native language, seeing as this was probably the worst torture in his life - Ash merely chuckled. “‘Yameru?’ Does that mean stop in Japanese? Cause if so, you already know my answer.” Tears pricked at the edges of his eyes, threatening to spill out - man, could Eiji have walked in on ANYTHING else? It feels like he’s being murdered! “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! I CAHAHAHAHANT TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIT!!”

“Oh, poor ticklish Eiji,” Ash fake whined, dragging his nails slowly up the poor boy’s feet. All the while he’s doing that with one hand, Eiji doesn’t even notice the fact that Ash is taking off one of his socks and throwing it to the side of the room. But when he feels all 5 of his fingers against his bare skin - you’d start to wonder if he’s the most ticklish person on the planet. Eiji screamed, pushing against the blonde’s back weakly - from how much he’s been laughing, it feels like his chest and face are on fire, and his laughs have begun to turn a little wheezy. Picking up on this sign, the younger stops, getting a little worried.

“...ah, whoops. Did I kill ya?” Ash asked as he turned around to find a tear-soaked, messy haired Japanese boy laying down on his back. The other couldn’t speak at the moment - he was still processing the fact that he stopped, since there was still tingly sensations all over his body. It made him jolt a couple of seconds but it didn’t seem to affect him that much. “...n-no,” he wheezed out, “...y-you almost did...” there came a sarcastic and light chuckle out of him but when that was done, he was lucky to have air.

“You guys finished with your one-sided fight?” There was a voice that everyone in the room recognized - Shorter, the purple haired Chinese boss was standing right inside the doorway, his arm resting against it. But somehow, even Ash didn’t even see him coming. Eiji was too embarrassed to speak and Ash immediately went back to being a boss for the day. “Yeah, we’re done,” he said as he jumped off the other male, letting him be alone for a minute. “Let’s go get him, yeah?” Shorter and Ash fist bumped before heading out the door, leaving Eiji alone in the room where he just got tickled to death.

What a day this had been...

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Can you explain how a slave revolt in the Bahamas could have changed the history of America?

HELLO ANON FROM LIKE FOUR MONTHS AGO! I kept meaning to go back to this and then uhhh forgetting to do that. (Also thank you for indulging me and sending this sort-of-directly-asked-for-question lmao)

So. Here’s a brief overview of how a successful slave revolt like in Black Sails could have changed the history of not just America, but the entire world. And quite, well - easily - had the circumstances in Black Sails presented themselves.

First off, standard disclaimer that this is all conjecture based on my own research and knowledge of both history and Black Sails. It isn’t meant as a takedown of anyone else’s views, or the character’s actions. The strongest I would call this is a wishful critique of the choices the writers made to include the things they did in the way they were included, and the way those same writers chose to end the story they chose to tell. And maybe, a little bit, a frustration of how the inevitability of american history is used as a given in fandom to defend certain character’s actions - but it is not meant to invalidate the reasons behind those actions. Just to point out that those reasons were more emotionally than factually driven (Which is cool! And very real to the kinds of tragedies that play out in real life revolutions! Vive le realismé!)

Also quite obviously I’m not a professional in any way. I was eating soup from a can as I wrote this. I am now eating cookies for dinner. I am writing this because it’s fun for me. It’s fun!! If deep thought-experiment type analysis of media isn’t your cuppa, that’s fine - you can keep scrolling.

I’ve included major historical events from 1700-1740 since that is the general time period that Black Sails draws its history from. In particular, most of the later seasons’ historical references come from the 1730s. While I’ve tried to be as thorough as possible...there are so many ways history could have been changed by a tiny action that it would be impossible to cover them all. For brevity, I’m focusing on the history of the Bahamas, the Caribbean, and Colonial America. I’ll touch on other places as is relevant but like......it’s world history for a reason.

Okay, here goes.

So first and foremost, to understand how it’s destruction could have changed America, you really need to understand just how much economic power chattel slavery gave colonial empires and England in particular.

Slavery was the most important economic force in Colonial England, and not just in what the slaves produced. The slave trade itself was the most lucrative business in existence at the time. If you want to learn more about that, I highly recommend listening to this podcast, which does an excellent job of explaining how the economic buying and selling and bonding of slaves was of such value to colonial empires. This is important because the most powerful contemporary argument for the continuation of slavery was that it “could not be ended in the Americas until there was certainty that it wouldn’t create social or economic irritation.” (Thomas Jefferson, 1783.)

(Slavery in itself is not something that was unique to the british empire or even the Imperialist governments that created it. Most cultures have had some form of slavery. However, this was not the type of generational slavery that colonial empires employed. In most cases before the 1400s, slaves were not kept slaves solely based on the color of their skin - they were war prisoners, criminals, or debtors. In most cases, slaves could work to buy their freedom, and most importantly, slavery was not an inherited state that passed from parent to child.

What we think of in terms of colonial slavery is chattel slavery - which is the kind of slavery Europeans imposed on Africans starting in the fifteenth century. These slaves could not buy their freedom. They were viewed as property instead of human beings based on their race and their children were automatically enslaved in the same way they were. They were mistreated, and viewed as subhuman, without any chance of escaping the bonds which had been forced upon them.

Because of this new type of slavery that started in the colonial era, Europeans needed to justify why they were entitled to own other people as slaves. They needed to convince themselves and other people that there was some moral justification for chattel slavery. This is what led to all the myths of ‘happy’ servitude, racial inferiority, and any ‘benefits’ slavery imparted to slaves. These were all lies created by philosophical thinkers and plantation owners and politicians that let settlers convince themselves they were not committing crimes of immense magnitude against other human beings. For much of the colonial era, these were the norm in thinking and their vestiges still linger today. But these were used to justify slavery because of how important it was economically.

And of course there were always dissenters. Since slavery was first introduced to the colonies there were people who knew that this sort of treatment was just not very gucci. These people argued that slavery went against the very nature of a ‘just’ society. That benefitting off the mistreatment of other human beings was akin to spiritual robbery, and that “European colonies should be destroyed rather than create so many unfortunates!” (Louis Jaucourt, 1754). With your goddamn motherfucking chest Jaucourt. The Quakers of Pennsylvania were strong proponents of abolition since the 1670’s! James Oglethorpe(yes, that Oglethorpe) himself was a staunch abolitionist who went as far as to make slavery illegal in Georgia when he formed the colony in 1733.

The economic power of slavery was used as a justification to keep it intact for hundreds of years and many colonists were happy with this, but it’s important to remember that not everyone was. England and the colonists were far from unanimously in support of the practice. This becomes important later! Like, this is the basis for the whole argument of how a drawn out war in the Bahamas could have ended slavery and changed colonial imperialism.)

OKAY NOW THAT WE’VE GOT THAT COVERED.

Now let’s go to the people it affected. Enslaved black people have been fighting against their enslavement since they were taken from their homes and brought across the Atlantic in the 15th century. Starting in the 1700s, slave revolts started to see more and more success in these efforts, until in the late 1700s and early 1800s public opinion of slavery finally dropped enough that it was outlawed in the colonial empires of England and France. In the years of 1700-1740, there were several rebellions in the North American area including:

1712 New York Slave Revolt (British Province of New York)

1730 Chesapeake rebellion (British Chesapeake Colonies)

1733 St. John Slave Revolt (Danish Saint John)

1739 Stono Rebellion ((British Province of South Carolina)

1741 New York Conspiracy (British Province of New York)

And of course,

1728-1739 First Maroon War (British Jamaica)

This is the war which the war in Black Sails is based on. The treaty that was offered by Woodes Rogers in Black Sails is almost word for word(minus the pirates bit) the treaty offered to the Leeward Maroons in this war. There are references to the factions in this war and even some of the historical people involved in it. The major difference? The Maroon war was successful. The Maroons were so good at warfare on their turf that the British were unable to sustain any major victories against them. After ten years they offered the Maroons a treaty granting them governmental agency(although not independence). In return, the Maroons agreed to return any escaped slaves back to the British, and to help the British fight off “invaders”. The Leeward maroons led by Cudjoe(Julius, in Black Sails) took this offer to avoid more fighting because he believed in an honorable peace with the enemy. Queen Nanny and her Windward Maroons(The Maroon Queen and Madi in Black Sails) refused because like....bruh those terms suck. After a year she was pressured into relenting by Cudjoe, but within thirty years the Maroons had started another war, dissatisfied with how the treaty was being carried out.

(This is Queen Nanny. And yes, she is better than you.)

I also need to mention that Africans were not the only ones in North America hurt by British Colonialism, nor the only ones for whom abolition and an end to colonial empire was attractive. The Native Americans were also a constant frustration to the colonies, and, because it’s relevant to later things, I want to mention one incident in particular:

The Yamasee War (1715-1717)

The Yamasee were a Lower Creek tribe that lived in what is today Georgia/Florida. The war was fought over a bunch of different things, including trading systems and colonists depleting the game in the area, but also because of the colonists’ nasty habit of trying to enslave Native American people. Bummer. So a bunch of tribes(and I mean a bunch - there were Shawnee and Cherokee factions, as well as about half a dozen other distinct nations that joined in the fight in sort of that loose ‘hey you hate these guys? we hate these guys!’ way.)

Long story short, this war was a pretty significant factor in the colonists in the South not enslaving(outright) Native Americans anymore, and instead increasing the import of African slaves to the south. After this war the Yamasee split into two factions, one anti-colonist and one pro-colonist. The pro-colonist people called themselves the Yamacraw, and it was these people who granted Oglethorpe(yes, that Oglethorpe) the land which he used to found Georgia. Moral of the story, alliances between abolitionists and indigenous tribes were already in place in the colonies. Just waiting for a chance to be used.

(Tomochichi, the leader of the Yamacraw and very cool accessorizor)

(Yet ANOTHER thing to keep in mind is that before the end of the 18th century, both Haiti and Grenada would see major revolutions against their colonial empires. Slaves in all provinces and colonies were continually fighting for their freedom. What they lacked was a unifying force that supplied them enough power and cohesion to fight the empire man-to-man, so to speak.)

SO. INTO THIS SCENE, ENTER JAMES FLINT - ANGRIEST OF MLM SCALLYWAGS AND TACTICIAN EXTRAORDINAIRE.

(So cute.)

Anyway, the Golden Age of Piracy was largely over by the early 1720 - most of the pirates of Nassau took Rogers’ pardon and reintegrated as citizens of society. That or they like....died. A lot of them died. Gruesomely. Nasty business, piratry. So, if we assume that in Black Sails’ history that Flint and Silver managed to convince the Maroons to rebel ten years earlier, join with the pirates who did not want to assimilate, and start a revolution; now instead of two separate wars Britain is now fighting one much bigger, nastier, more expensive one.

Backed by people with a good deal of money at their disposal. Cha-ching.

Keep in mind that Britain had already been at war for almost thirty years with first the Glorious Revolution and the Jacobite risings(1688-forever) and the War of Spanish Succession(1701-1714). Their resources had already been depleted. And this was why the American colonies(and India) had become so important to them. Remember what I said about the economic importance of slavery? It’s because Brtitain was using the slave trade to refill its coffers after an extensive and costly military campaign.

So now, this new war is not only putting an additional drain on the empire’s resources before Britain has had a chance to replenish itself but it is also taking away the very source of income needed to replenish itself. (Since the war would target places heavy with slave trading.) In addition, the pirates handed a significant defeat to the British Navy that ended with the Navy retreating - turning tail and running from the island. This was actually a huge victory and one that was sort of downplayed in the show but would be incredibly significant in the event of a long campaign.

Rogers is not taking Nassau with the full support of Britain. He is only fighting with the traitors who did not return when the Navy withdrew. That is why he has to go to Spain in the first place.

The show has also told us that this rebellion is already starting to be widely known - pirates and slaves from Barbados, the Bahamas, as far as Massachusetts are coming to aid the rebellion in the hopes of freedom. This is not a small thing.

Even with the loss of the Walrus and most of the Walrus crew, there are still thousands of fighters on the Maroon Island. Slaves, mainland pirates - the defeat of the Walrus was a personal defeat but in the grand scheme of a larger war it was a small loss in what was ultimately a huge victory.

Rogers has been squarely defeated. Because of that, they now have Nassau as a base. The war now has two strongholds - one protected by the forest and one protected by a fort - into which they can store supplies, retreat, and organize attacks from. If they can free the rest of the slaves on the island of Nassau and either oust or convert the puritans, all the better.

The war at the point Rogers is defeated was far from a never-ending thing. In fact I would say that Flint is absolutely right - they are incredibly close to a decisive victory. England cannot afford to muster a large enough force to defeat two entrenched enemies working together - especially ones as well financed as we’re led to believe the chest would make the Maroons and Pirates. Even if Britain could somehow convince Spain and/or France to join them, both of those nations have also been severely depleted by wars of their own. And again, the more nations that Britain brings in, the more potentially disaffected people could be brought in to join the pirates(see, Haiti and Grenada specifically, both of which were French colonies at the time, and the Spanish colonies of Cuba, Puerto Rico, etc).

So from here, the smartest thing for the rebellion to do would be to hit large plantations: to both free the slaves and cripple Britain’s economy. Make slavery more costly to enforce than it is profitable to sustain, and build their numbers for the war as well, as well as like, you know, freeing slaves. Make it so that Britain could not sustain the cost of trying to fight it - as James said all the way back in 1705. Force a surrender on economic grounds.

So now, the power behind the empire has been broken. Even assuming a modest victory, the course of the entire world - not just the Americas - has changed. In victory, let’s say the Bahama/Caribbean islands are freed from British rule. Slavery in the americas will also never be able to get the foothold it does, historically.

With a free nation actively willing to target slave plantations and ships sitting between it and Africa, the colonial slave trade is finished. Now sure, they could use the existing slaves, but it would be oh-so-easy for the Pirates and Maroons, alongside their hopeful new Native and abolitionist allies, to target large plantations and cripple them.

If slavery never gets a foothold in the south, northern colonies never build the banks and mills and economic powerhouses that profit from the cheap produce, and most find another way to survive. Perhaps, if we’re going really all out, they start working with the native americans - learning ways to cultivate and grow crops with the land and in balance, rather than clearing thousands of acres for damaging cash crops.

I want to be really, really clear about this because it is incredibly important. Without slavery, the British empire would not have bee able to sustain itself. It would not have the power. And the more it tried to tax the colonists to recoup its losses, the angrier those people were likely to get, and perhaps join the Maroons and Pirates, or perhaps evens start the american revolution early - maybe even with the help of the newly independent Jamaican/Bahaman island nations.

This break in the power of colonial empires would shift world history into something unrecognizable as we know it. The empires would still exist, of course, but they would be set on their heels - France and Spain would see what happened to Britain and be less inclined to keep slavery legal in their own colonies. Power is split more evenly among the world, and indigenous and black/African nations are not wiped out in genocidal bids for power.

Which brings me to India. If the Indian rebellions learned of what happened in America and the Bahamas, or if america had drained enough of britain’s resources that the British East India Trading Company was not able to be as controlling of the area, this could have meant independence centuries earlier, as well as a much easier path to independence. Think about what could have been if the Indian people had been able to oust a struggling empire from its shores an entire century before it historically did.

(This bad boy is Mangal Pandey, who led the first major Indian revolution in the mid 1800s. In the movie adaptation his boyfriend best friend is played by Toby Stephens so I’m connecting the dots.)

Once the colonies of America and India are gone, Britain loses almost the entirety of its colonial power. (And this isn’t even including all the smaller colonies which could cloak their own independence in these big revolutions and the lack of (as much) of an indigenous genocide in many of these places. The economic disparity that defines Black experience in places that the British colonial system touched never gets a hold, and they are able to build their own economies in ways that benefit them and the places they live.

Think about the wealth of culture in ALL nations that would not have been destroyed, had Britain not been allowed to swallow whole swaths of land whole.

And, look. I know this is fiction. I know that of course, none of this happened, and that Black Sails is a fictional landscape. I know that so many things could go differently than I imagine them. I know that to extrapolate like this relies heavily on actually caring about a world that is completely different from ours and envisioning how that could come about.

I also know, that it is just as important to tell these sorts of stories as telling stories about how small acts could have changed things immensely, as it is to tell them about how society must stay the same. It is just as important to tell stories about ‘what if colonialism were able to be stopped’ as it is to tell dystopian stories about the end of the world. It may not be as much fun, but it is important to remember that our power doesn’t lie an indiscernible amount of time in the future, after the world has already gone to shit. It lies with us, right now. And that even if it is hard to see, our actions have the power to shape history.

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malfoymanortings · 3 years

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florescent adolescent PART 3

SUMMARY: Fred Weasley has been drawing the eldest Malfoy daughter since his third year of Hogwarts. Elara Malfoy has fancied Fred Weasley since her fifth year at Hogwarts. It is during their final year, that the two of them do something about the mutual attraction.

PAIRING: Fred x OC older Malfoy sister

hello! heres the third installment to Fred and Elara. hopefully you all enjoy! somebody else part three will be posted soon as well.

Fred was starting to get frustrated.

Elara was now avoiding him at every chance she got, and he never got another opportunity to sit next to her in Potions class. Daphne Greengrass was back to sitting next to Elara, and Fred had seen the dark haired girl glaring at him more than once.

He couldn’t get Elara out of his mind, and even George was starting to worry for him.

“Freddie, maybe you should stop,” cautioned George, staring at his brother who was intensely focusing on his newest drawing of the serpent princess. “I’m a bit worried about you, mate.”

“George, I’ll say this once more, and not again,” Fred didn’t take his eyes off his drawing, adding in the flecks of green and blue he now knew very well. “If I were able to stop, I would. But she’s.. Different.”

“You’re right, she’s different!” George shouted, startling Fred with his intensity. “Did’ja forget we’re in a war, mate? And she’s a bloody Malfoy!”

“She isn’t evil, George,” Fred shook his head, annoyed at his twin. “I can feel it.”

“You sure she didn’t slip you a love potion?” badgered George, worry for his twin clear in his tone. “I’ve never seen you act like this, not even over Angie.”

“I’m going to make her mine, Georgie,” declared Fred, snapping his book shut. “Even if she resists it.”

Fred got off his bed then, and George eyed him with caution.

“Freddie where-”

“I’ll see you later, Georgie.” Fred slipped out of their dorm room, heading out of the Gryffindor Common room.

Although he wasn’t quite sure where to find her, he did have a pretty educated guess as to where she could be. After all, this was the girl Fred had pined over for years. He may have grown out of his admittedly stalkerish fourth year phase, but he still kept tabs over the silver haired beauty. Old habits die hard.

Fred passed by a few Hufflepuffs as he made his way to the astronomy tower, starting with the least likely place he would find her. Perhaps he should have asked Harry to borrow the Marauders Map for this, but the idea had occurred rather too late for that.

To his dissatisfaction, the astronomy tower was empty safe for a Ravenclaw and Slytherin fifth year couple that were getting more than a little handsy. Fred had quickly left after that, shouting over his shoulder about the contraceptive spell. The red faced Slytherin boy had sent a hex after him, which Fred narrowly dodged.

A smirk on his face, Fred checked the library next. He then ventured out to the grounds, even the hall outside the Slytherin common room, but no luck. He admitted his defeat, and sullenly made his way back to his common room.

It wasn’t until the Slytherin versus Gryffindor match that he got to see the girl that invaded his every thoughts.

Elara shook Angelina’s hand before the match, keeping her eyes narrowed on the dark haired girl. She seemed to shake with more force than usual, a slight curl to her lip. Fred found that odd, as she was always much more composed than the rest of her house. Particularly, her brother.

Speaking of her brother, he seemed to have thought himself quite the song writer. He, along with the other Slytherin’s on the field, began singing Weasley is Our King. Fred saw Elara giving her brother several sharp looks, although she did not say anything to him. She didn’t sing the song either, so that was the only brightside to the situation. As much as Fred wanted to watch Elara’s every move, he had a game to play. And, unfortunately, Ron wasn’t the best addition to the team. Thankfully, Harry caught the snitch rather quickly, and the game was over. Gryffindor had won.

Fred was shaking Harry’s hand after the match when he heard his annoying voice saying something out of the ordinary. He turned then, to where Draco was drawling something out to Ron, and paid attention this time when he spoke.

“-We couldn’t fit in useless loser either, for his father, you know.”

Fred stiffened, as did George. He realized that Malfoy had just called his mother fat. And his father a useless loser. He began to see red.

“Leave it,” Angelina said at once, taking Fred by the arm.

Draco said more, this time speaking down on their house, his family fucking home, and it took the combined efforts of Angelina, Alicia, and Katie to hold Fred back. George was being held back by Harry. Draco was laughing openly, not seeing his sister coming up behind him with a dark look on her face.

“Shall I be writing father, and letting him know how you gloat after winning?” Elara slapped Draco upside the back of his head, causing Draco to flush and turn around to sneer at her. “Perhaps I should let mother know about your foul mouth.”

“Shut it, Elara,” fumed Draco, raising his eyebrows at her. “Father would agree with me.” He turned his attention back to Harry, a nasty smirk on his face. “We were talking about it, father and I. We think the reason you like the Weasleys so much is because the stink reminds you of your mothers place, a reminder-”

Fred watched as Harry let go of George, both of them running to the younger Malfoy. Harry sank his fist into Malfoy’s stomach, and George began attacking his face. Fred strained against the girls holding him back, wanting desperately to have his go at the git.

“Stupefy!” shouted Elara, aiming at Harry and George. The spell hit them instantly, knocking them on their feet. Draco lay on the ground, clutching his bloody nose.

Madam Hooch came over then, and set everyone straight. George and Harry were herded to McGonagall’s office, and Elara had hoisted Draco off the ground, a passive look on her face.

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” Elara reprimanded her brother, who was moaning on about his nose. “Dunno what else you expected.”

“Bugger off,” Draco snapped out, his hand still holding his face.

The two left the field, and finally Fred was released from the three girls hold. He glared at the girls, and stormed off the field. He planned on confronting Draco himself.

He could just barely catch the glimpse of Elara’s long hair swishing around a corner, and he followed after her. It seemed odd to him, that she was heading towards the Gryffindor common room rather than the nurses office.

Fred was even more surprised to see it was just her, and she was approaching McGonagall’s office. The words that came from her mouth shocked him even more, especially when he realized she was standing up for them to Umbridge.

“Professor Umbridge, I assure you that Draco instigated the fight,” her voice was firm, poised. “There’s no need for you to ban those three from playing Quidditch. Draco should not have been such a poor sport.”

“Now now, Miss Malfoy,” simpered Umbridge, and Fred had to resist the urge to punch the woman. “How lovely of you to apologize on your brothers behalf. Yet another example of why violence is not needed. No, my decision still stands. However, it is very noble of you to be the bigger person. Ten points to Slytherin.”

“That wasn’t what I wanted, Professor,” Elara began, but was promptly cut off.

“My decision is final, Miss Malfoy,” Umbridge’s voice was sickly sweet. “Now, perhaps you should go check on your brother.”

“Yes, ma’am.” replied Elara, a hint of frustration in her tone.

She turned then, catching eyes with Fred who was standing there stone faced. She bit down on her plump lip, and Fred was reminded of how it felt when he kissed her that day.

Elara walked over to Fred, motioning for him to follow her. He did, of course. He thought that he might follow her anywhere.

Fred followed her all the way to the astronomy tower, surprised that she had brought him to the place they had fucked. He crossed his arms, watching as she walked over to the railing, looking out into the night sky. Walking across the room, he stood next to her, leaning against the railing, waiting for her to say something.

“I apologize about Draco,” Elara started, her eyes still on the twinkling sky. “He’s a prat, I know, he has a big head, but he’s still my brother. Unfortunately.”

“I don’t want an apology from you,” Fred shook his head, his fingers clenching the metal railing as Draco’s words floated through his head again. “And I don’t expect one from your brother, either.”

“What do you expect, then?” asked Elara, tilting her head to look at him.

In the dying light of evening, she looked ethereal. It made his breath catch in his throat, and he suddenly felt angry at her. Angry that her brother was an ass, angry that her family was who they were, angry that she had just walked away after they had sex.

Angry that he thought he might love her.

“I don’t expect anything from you,” scowled Fred, raising an eyebrow and sucking in his cheek. “You’ve made it clear that it won’t get me anywhere.”

“Excuse me?” snapped Elara, facing Fred and crossing her arms. Her Quidditch uniform swayed in the wind, her hair swishing behind her.

“I can’t expect anything from you,” repeated Fred, shrugging his shoulders. He, too, crossed his arms. “You fucked me, and then you left. You ignored me.”

“Course I did,” Elara retorted, her nails digging into her arms. “You got what you wanted. You got to fuck Elara Malfoy, unattainable Slytherin. Then, you got to go run and tell your friends. That’s all you wanted from me. I knew not to expect anything more from you.”

Fred openly gaped at her in disbelief. How had she gotten that in her head? “What the bloody hell gave you that impression?”

“Daphne told me,” sneered Elara, swinging her arms down and balling her fists up at her sides. “I told her what happened, that I might have feelings for- anyways, she told me that would be the only reason you would fuck me. As a trophy.”

“Blimey, you’re impossible,” Fred tossed his hands in the air. “I never once said that! Or did that! I want something more with you. Can’t you see that?”

Elara was silent. So was Fred. He studied her reaction, the clench in her jaw, the tensed way she kept digging her nails into her palms. He saw when she decided to leave and run away again, and he caught her arm before she could.

“Let go of me-” Elara began, but was cut off as Fred pulled her into him. He looked down at her, and pressed his lips to hers.

He gave Elara plenty of opportunity to pull away, but to his happiness she didn’t. Instead, she melted into his arms, her soft lips moving in sync with his. She parted her mouth, and Fred licked into hers, feeling himself begin to be aroused when she moaned softly into his mouth.

Fred pulled away then, unwilling to go further until they were both on the same page. He watched as Elara slowly opened her eyes, staring at him with an unreadable expression.

“Elara..” Fred trailed off, clearing his throat. He kept her in his arms, his hands entangled in her soft hair. “I want you, if you’ll have me.”

“Fred,” Elara paused, biting down on her lip again, distracting Fred for a moment. “My family wouldn’t approve.”

That stung, he had to admit. Had he known she would say that? Of course, he wasn’t daft. “I’m not asking about your family's opinion, love. I’m asking for yours.”

“I can’t,” Elara shook her head, and Fred felt his heart break then. “I care for you, but I can’t.”

“Can’t we just try?” pleaded Fred, his grip on her tightening. He didn’t want to lose her before he got her.

“We can’t,” Elara gently broke out of Fred’s embrace, and he felt colder. “My family wouldn’t approve. I can’t say yours would, either, honestly. My brother has made it his life mission to torment Ron and Harry.”

“Mine would just want for me to be happy,” Fred responded quickly, shaking his head. “Malfoy or not. Aren’t yours the same?”

She looked away from him then, biting her lip again as tears formed in her eyes. “Not really, no. Look, I’m going to go now. I hope you find someone, Fred. Someone good.”

For the second time, Fred watched as the girl who held his heart left him alone in the astronomy tower. He wondered why, exactly, she didn’t think she was good for him. He wondered what exactly it was like to be a Malfoy.

He found that he pitied the thought.

However, he knew now, that she did have feelings for him. He had caught her slip up. He would do whatever it took now, to get her to be with him. Perhaps, he had to begin a more... unconventional approach. He just hoped Angelina would be on board.

#fred #fred weasley #fred weasley x oc #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley one shot #weasley #weasley twins #fred x elara #draco malfoy #draco fuckingmalfoy #Harry Potter #hp #hp x reader #hogwarts

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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BTS Reaction || First I Love You

Seokjin:

You’d gotten a call from Namjoon at around 3 am one night telling you that Jin had gotten sick, really sick and the first thing that came to your head was rushing over there to look after him but you knew Taxi drivers were going to be busy all night so you packed an overnight bag full of everything you were going to need and headed to catch the bus over to the dorms, telling Namjoon you would use your spare key to get in and for him to go and get some rest.

Jin woke up at 5 am to you placing a wet cloth on his head, putting a glass of water on the bedside table and a bucket next to the bed for him, you hadn’t noticed he’d woken up because you were cleaning up the room in silence, trying not to wake him up. He watched you half asleep as you folded his clothes and left them on his desk, then turning around and checking on him.

“You’re supposed to be resting.” You warned, coming over and feeling the side of his neck, he was sweating which wasn’t good.

“I’ll get you a sheet instead of the quilt.” You whispered, going over to the airing cupboard and pulling out a sheet for him to use instead of the entire quilt, you came back and he was asleep again, so you changed the covers over and went to wash the ones you removed from him.

It was a few days later until he was finally feeling back to his normal self, and you’d been staying over every night on the sofa, keeping the dorms clean, feeding the rest of the boys and making sure Jin was okay, you told Namjoon you wouldn’t leave until he was okay again and he was fine with that. The meals you were cooking were just as good as Jin’s, if not better, but they wouldn’t tell him that.

“You’re still here?” Jin asked coming into the kitchen, you’d just finished cleaning up the breakfast dishes and turned to face him, nodding and coming over to feel his forehead.

“You’re feeling better?” You questioned, looking into your boyfriends’ eyes and smiling, glad he was feeling better.

“Thanks to you.” He whispered, bending down and laying a kiss on your lips, you smiled against his and pulled away, going to the fridge and getting some ingredients to make him some pancakes.

“Pancakes on me, the boys had some this morning so it’s only fair.” You added, turning on the hob and if you turned around you would see him staring at you in awe, amazed that you’d done everything for the boys and him.

“I love you.” The words slipped from his mouth before he even registered them in his mind, of course, he had been thinking it for the last four days of you being there for him but he hadn’t said them, neither of you had said it to each other yet, you slowly turned around on your heel and stared at him.

“I love you too.” He smiled in relief and you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Yoongi:

Yoongi had been working late again and you were worried, of course, you knew his work meant everything to him but you were worried about him eating and drinking properly. He’d leave early in the morning and not get back until late at night, you understood and supported him 100% but just wished you could do something to make sure he was getting the right kind of care he needed. It was another day of no texts and you knew he was probably going to skip lunch because he wouldn’t leave his studio so you took it into your own hands and made him some lunch. Making the main meal and a small dessert as a treat for him to have, packing it up into a container and heading to the studio in your car.

“Hobi, can you give this to Yoongi, I don’t want to bother him.” You said entering Hoseok’s studio, he was sitting on his sofa eating his own lunch and nodded at you, you wrote down a quick note and stuck it to the top of the container and left it on the coffee table in front of Hoseok who was greeting you in a tight hug.

“Thanks, Hobi you’re the best.” You said before leaving the studios and heading back home to have a quiet day in.

Yoongi looked up from his computer to see Hoseok coming into his studio after hitting the pin he’d given him for emergencies only, Hoseok said nothing only placing the tub down in front of him and leaving. Yoongi was annoyed but as soon as he saw your handwriting on the small pink post-it note he smiled that gummy bear smile you loved so much.

Didn’t want to interrupt you at work, don’t forget to eat and stay hydrated, see you later! Fighting! xx

He chuckled to himself, opening the drawer on his desk and adding the post-it note to a stack of others he had from you, all with different notes on, some about working late, how much you loved the last song he showed you and how proud you were, he couldn’t believe how lucky he’d gotten. You understood that his work meant a lot to him and didn’t want to ruin that but at the same time, you knew how to take care of him and make sure he was getting the care he needed without annoying him and giving him the space he needed.

You woke up to the front door of your apartment opening, you frowned not expecting Yoongi to come round at 2 pm, he was normally in the studio all day.

“Yoongi?” You questioned but he said nothing, only came towards you, pulling you into his arms and pressing his lips against yours, his hands a little shaky and sweaty but you ignored it, kissing him back and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I-” You looked at him, you knew he wasn’t the greatest at sharing how he felt but he was determined to say it.

“I love you.” Your eyes were filled with tears as soon as he said it and you kissed him again, pulling away for a second.

“I love you too Yoongi."

Hoseok:

The moment you began dating he told you it was going to be hard, spending time together would be hard because he would be on tour, or in the studio or home with family but you told him you didn’t care, even five minutes with him would make you happy. You could call or text each other, you’d like each other for a while and if spending little time together was the only downside to being together you would work around it. You’d been dating for a few months now and you met his family, you got along amazingly with his sister, she was like a best friend to you and you would always hang around whenever you got the chance and that’s what made Hoseok realise he was starting to fall head over heels in love with you. It took him by surprise at first, you’d just posted a photo of you and his sister together, you’d gone out for a shopping spree and a coffee date and you posted some selfies together, he found himself smiling at his phone when he was supposed to be practising with the boys. The fans knew you and Hoseok were dating, it was harder to hide than you first thought but they weren’t rude or nasty about it, there were a few at first but it was calmer than anticipated, they could tell how much Hobi liked you, loved you, even though he hadn’t seen it yet and they supported the relationship because the little ball of sunshine needed his own sunshine to brighten up his day.

"Hobi?” You spoke into the phone, stepping away from the cafe table and going outside to answer your phone, standing in front of the cafe near a wall and waiting for him to answer,

“You okay? You’re at practice, has something happened?” You questioned, you knew he never called you from work unless it was an emergency, that last time he did it was to tell you Namjoon had cut his hand after breaking a mirror in the dance studio and he was going to the hospital with him.

“Hobi?” You asked again since he was silent on his end, maybe he’d dialled you accidentally but he spoke before you could hang up on him.

“I just wanted to tell you something.” You stayed quiet letting him speak, he began to take some deep breaths and you frowned, letting out a nervous laugh.

“I love you Y/N…I don’t know if it’s too soon or too late to be telling you but I love you…Seeing you spend time with my family…it just…You’re perfect.” You began blushing in front of the store and hid your cheeks in your sleeves even though he couldn’t see you.

“I love you too Hobi…it’s not too earlier or too late.” You reassured him, biting down on your lip as you heard him laughing from the other end of the line.

“Okay good…I’m going back to practise…call you later?” You hummed in response to him and he chuckled.

“Bye…Oh…I love you.” He said with another laugh, you giggled at him.

“Goodbye Hobi, I love you too.” You whispered, hanging up the phone and going back into the cafe.

Namjoon:

Namjoon was having a hard time writing lyrics at the moment, he was blocked and he knew it. So he’d come round to spend the night at your apartment together, you wanted to help him with his writer’s block so you planned a night of relaxation for him. You’d planned on keeping phones away, and just spending time together but as soon as he was with you, he was suddenly getting inspiration to write again, so he was currently sat on your living room floor writing in a note pad on the coffee table while you made a cup of tea for you both to drink, you stayed out of his way knowing he needed his space to work in and slowly and quietly made your way in with his drink, going to sit on the opposite sofa and read while he did his own thing.

It had been a few hours since then and it was starting to get dark outside, you looked up from your book and went to make some dinner for you both, Namjoon had only moved from his spot a couple of times, he was now sitting on the sofa with his airpods in, trying to write some more lyrics. You made his favourite food and then went to get him when it was ready.

“You have to eat.” You said taking the notepad away and laying it on the coffee table, he whined at you but you pulled him into the kitchen, making him sit down and eat with you, he was still trying to come up with lyrics in his head and making little to no conversation with you, so when he finished you washed up the plates and went to have a bath. Coming back out two hours later to find him on the floor in front of the coffee table yet again.

“Joonie.” You whined going behind him and hugging his back, placing your chin on his shoulder and trying to get him to pay you attention.

“Let’s go to bed, it’s 10 pm.” You sighed kissing the back of his neck and then looking at the lyrics but he moved the notebook away and kept scribbling.

“I’m going to stay up and finish these.” You got up and went back to your spot on the sofa, taking out your book and looking at it, you had about twenty chapters left.

“Fine, if you’re not going to bed…neither am I.” You said, this grabbed his attention, he looked up and saw you curling into a ball on the sofa with a blanket and book, he took your appearance in for the first time and saw you were in one of his hoodies.

“No, you have to go to bed.” He said to you, you just shook your head and continued to read.

An hour later he looked up from his notebook to see you asleep, curled up in his hoodie and the blanket, the book open on your chest, he sighed getting up and walking over to your sleeping figure, he found it sweet that you’d tried to stay up with him, bending down he picked you up slowly, going to the stairs to take you to bed.

“Don’t leave me.” You murmured in your sleep as he put you on the mattress, your hand grasping his wrist, he was about to go downstairs back to his writing but seeing you pouting half-asleep made his heartache.

“Love you Joonie.” You mumbled again, half-asleep, he was shocked at first but laid down next to you, spooning you in his arms.

“Love you too Y/N.” He whispered, leaving a gentle kiss against your cheek, you hummed snuggling against him and relaxing instantly.

Jimin:

“JIN!” You screamed as he came into the kitchen ordering you around on how to cook yet again, you smacked his hand away as he went to take the spoon away from your hand. You’d come over to surprise your boyfriend Jimin, you hadn’t seen one another in around a month since you were both bus and you were trying to make his favourite meal for him on your own but Jin was having a hard time leaving you in the kitchen, scared you were going to blow it up or ruin the meal but you reassured him time and time again that you had practised this meal many times before.

“I know what I’m doing, just keep an eye out for him.” You pleaded, pushing him out of the kitchen, he’d taken the day off work telling the boys he was sick but it was a ploy to get home and let you into the dorms, so you could get everything ready. Jin was like one of your best friends in the group, you got along with all of them but Jin the most, it was like having an older brother you actually got along with and didn’t want to kill on a daily basis.

“He’s coming!” He yelled at you as you put the finishing touches on the kitchen table, you’d laid out a nice table cloth, some candles, and a rose in a glass, you just wanted to do something special for the night, you rushed off to the bathroom changing into a dress you’d brought with you and then coming back out, Jin had been distracting him in the living room for you, the others all going to their own rooms knowing you were waiting to surprise him.

“Go into the kitchen for me Jimin, I left something for you,” Jin said before rushing off to his own room and leaving Jimin to go into the kitchen, you sat on the chair furthest away from the kitchen door, as soon as he came through he almost jumped out of his skin not expecting anyone to be sitting in the kitchen.

“Y/N?” He questioned as if not believing what was right in front of him, you began giggling and went to go and hug him but he picked you up spinning you around in the air and chuckling.

“Do they guys know?” You nodded kissing his lips and smiling at him,

“Jin took the day off to watch over me while I cooked all your favourites.” You said pointing at the table which he now noticed was packed full of everything he loved.

“Everything I love in one room.” He whispered wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back into his chest, leaning down and kissing your lips.

“I love you.” He whispered as you pulled apart, you giggled kissing the tip of his nose.

“Love you too, dummy, now eat before it goes cold or Jin comes to steal more.”

Taehyung:

You knew the boys were in Amsterdam, you’d been planning your trip to visit them in secret with Jimin, he’d convinced you it would be an amazing surprise for Taehyung’s birthday and you agreed. You went online, getting your plane tickets and hotel room, before finding a museum you knew he would love to visit so you bought tickets.

“Jimin my plane just landed, I’m going to the hotel and then I’ll head to the museum, are you sure you can get him there without him noticing where it is?” You were starting to doubt the plan you had set, you were going to meet him at the museum but Jimin was going to have to find a way to get him there without him seeing all of the signposts, you’d gotten tickets months ago for you both to go around the Van Gogh Museum together.

“I have a plan, trust me and go get ready.” You rolled your eyes although he couldn’t see you and got into a cab, giving him the address.

“Fine, I trust you.”

You were standing outside of the museum, dressed in some blue jeans, a faded band shirt and had a TaTa bag with you so Jimin would spot you easily enough, the museum was pretty dead and not many people were around, your relationship was out in the open and fans knew about you, you just wanted to be alone with Tae for a while, you saw a black SUV pull up and you knew it was them so you stayed by the entrance.

“What are we doing?” Taehyung asked you turned around to see him, Jimin covering his eyes with his hands and you giggled at the sight, Taehyung’s hands sprung into action ripping Jimin’s away and looking around for you, as soon as he spotted you he ran into your arms, you wrapped your arms around him.

“Hi baby.” You greeted with a giant smile on your lips, he looked into your eyes before kissing you passionately,

“We have a tour to get to.” You giggled pushing him away and taking hold of his hand, taking the tickets from your handbag and showing them to him.

“You’re the best.” He spoke looking behind him, Jimin getting back into the black SUV and leaving you both alone on your date, you giggled pulling him inside and going to explore.

You’d been around the museum three times now, holding hands and being the happy couple you were, you were reading a plaque when Taehyung came out with the words,

“I love you so much.” You stood up, turning away from the painting and back at him, a blush on his cheeks as he realised he’d said what he was thinking out loud for you to hear.

“I love you too Tae.” You whispered, coming closer to him and kissing him on the cheek, before pulling him away to another painting.

Jungkook:

You’d been dating Jungkook on the secret side since you were Namjoon’s little sister and it took Namjoon a while to come to terms with you being friends with Jungkook never mind dating him. You’d been going out secretly for four months now and you were starting to fall head over heels for him and he was falling for you too. You knew you were going to have to come clean to your brother soon because whenever you were around them together you turned into a mess, you were never great at lying.

“Kookie, I don’t feel comfortable hiding it anymore.” You whispered against his bare chest one night, you’d snuck from the spare bedroom at the dorms to come and cuddle him once Namjoon was asleep, something you always did whenever you’d spend the night at the dorms.

“I value my life still.” Jungkook joked, playing with your hair as you closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat as you laid in silence together, falling asleep embracing each other like you normally would.

“What the fuck?!” You jumped up from the bed looking around the room, you were still in Jungkook’s room, the door open and an angry-looking Namjoon standing there.

“Joonie.” You breathed looking at Jungkook who’d just sat up, half-asleep still until he saw your brother red in the face, you’d never seen the boy move so fast in his life.

“Joonie no!” You yelled as he lunged for his band member, you stepped off the bed and stood in front of him, stopping him grabbing Jungkook.

“Give me one reason I shouldn’t beat him for touching you!” You pushed him back a little and frowned.

“Maybe because I love him Joonie.” You begged, both of them staring at you, neither of you had said it to one another. Namjoon walked out of the room and you followed him into his own dorm room, pushing the door but not letting it shut fully, Jungkook followed, stopping outside the door as he listened to you.

“I know you warned me about dating your friends Joonie but I love him, he never leaves my mind, he’s always there mentally if not physically. I love him so much…This feeling stretches throughout my entire body and it’s overwhelming, but he makes me feel complete Joon.” He stared back at you, his anger melted away as you spoke to him.

“That’s the reason you can’t beat him…because it’ll break my heart.” Namjoon scoffed shaking his head and pulling you into a tight hug.

“You break his heart and I’ll break your face…as for you.” He said pulling open the door to reveal a blushing Jungkook.

“Break her and you’re dead.” Jungkook nodded and took your hand in his.

“I love her too Joonie…I wouldn’t dream of hurting her.”

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peligin-eyed · 3 years

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In Dreams

Of Urchins, Criminals, Revolutionaries, and Learning to Chart Your Own Course.

Featuring cameos of the Boatman, London’s greatest criminal masterminds, and the Jovial Contrarian.

(aka I wrote out Robin’s backstory and some early game shenanigans)

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You don't remember the sun, except in dreams. You were so young when your parents brought you to the Neath that the world above seems hardly more than a story. Your life there was something that happened to some unfamiliar small child who was safe and loved and happy. When you dream of warm golden light and strong arms wrapping you into a protective embrace, you wake in the morning with a hollow ache somewhere deeper than your bones.

You have been in the Neath for less than a month when your mother runs off with a devil. Your father throws himself into his new job at the Docks and sometimes he is gone for two days or more only to stumble home in the middle of the night to pass out drunk on the floor of your dirty little Spite flat. One day, instead, a pair of weather-worn dockers come to your door with their caps in their hands to tell you that your father won't be coming home anymore. It was an accident, they say. He fell into the zee and the Drownies dragged him down. They say they'll find someone to look after you and they offer to bring you to see him one last time, to say goodbye. You are too shocked to do anything but nod silently and follow after them.

They take you to a lonely and empty stretch of dock, facing out toward the inky endless darkness of the zee. One of the dockers crouches down and calls your father's name into the water. He emerges a moment later, dripping and pale and not quite looking like himself anymore. He stares at you, brow slightly furrowed, as if he is struggling to recognize you. Then he starts to sing. The dockers each grab one of your thin arms and pull you back from the edge of the dock, watching you warily. The song fills you with a sadness too deep for words and you wriggle out of the calloused grip of the dockers. They shout at you to stay away from the water but you are already running in the opposite direction, back toward London, tears streaming down your cheeks.

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You never go back to that little flat in Spite. You fall in with the Naughts, who take you in and show you the best places to find food and teach you how to fight. They joke with you and plot against the Crosses and after a little while you find that your thoughts don't dwell on your parents as often.

One night, when you can't sleep, you stay up whispering with one of the other urchins. You wonder if you might be able to track down your mother somehow. The Twitchy Pickpocket tells you that it probably won't work. There are just too many devils in London and you don't even know the name of the one she ran off with, and she has probably lost her soul by now anyway. You lie awake long after he has fallen quiet and started to snore, staring up at the ceiling and trying to recall the color of her eyes.

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Sometimes, in your dreams, you play with your parents in the sunlight on grass that looks impossibly green. By the time you learn that no one can go back to the Surface after having been in the Neath for too long, it's too late for you. You've died once already after a territory battle took a particularly nasty turn, and no one can survive on the Surface if they've died in the Neath.

(The first time you died, you were terrified. It was so dark and the lapping waves reminded you of your father's pale face rising out of the zee. The Boatman awkwardly tried to comfort you with a bony hand on your shoulder as you frantically handed over every lucky weasel hidden in your pockets and begged him to let you go home. It was never as bad, after that first time.)

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As you start to get older, you realize that you'll eventually have to leave your gang and start your own life. You haven't the faintest idea how you're supposed to go about it. You track down the Twitchy Pickpocket, who left a couple years ago and is now doing rather well for himself. He offers to put you in touch with some of his criminal contacts who could help you get started as a proper adult thief.

The Naughts throw you a party the day before you leave for good. Someone managed to get a little bit of real Surface meat and you get the largest piece, and a whole bottle of cheap wine just for yourself. In retrospect, you realize that perhaps you should not have drunk the whole thing and then tried to burgle a fine townhouse the next morning while hungover. You land yourself in New Newgate on your first day out of the gang.

Once you make it out, you find your own little hideaway up in the Flit. It's drafty and a little precarious but it's all yours. You have your own bed you don't have to share and enough room to spread out your meager belongings with space to spare. You can't sleep the first night. It's too quiet all by yourself, just the wind whistling by outside with no one else around you tossing and turning or snoring or mumbling in their sleep.

You find that it is lonely, trying to make it as a thief on your own. Among the Naughts, at least, you could always trust that the rest of the gang would have your back if something went wrong. Adult criminals seem to all be out for themselves and it's hard to know who you can trust and who is just waiting for the chance to stab you in the back (sometimes literally) for their own gain.

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You decide you will try to make a name for yourself. You boldly proclaim that you'll be one of London's next great underworld kingpins before it even occurs to you to question if this is what you actually want. You learn, in time.

You hear rumors of a diamond the size of a cow and decide that stealing it will be an excellent test of your skills. You start down a dark and twisted path and find yourself buried alive for your trouble before you learn that it was never about a real diamond, after all.

You spend time smuggling for the Gracious Widow and come to admire her subtle cunning. There is wisdom in being quiet and observing and planning before making a move, though you find it hard to shake the habit of rushing in when you feel strongly about something. You admire the care she takes with the orphans she looks out for, too. You hope you will be able to do the same someday.

You spend hours in the chilly roosts of the Flit trying to understand the Topsy King. You get to know the Cheery Man and do what you can to help him in his pursuit of reconciliation with his daughter. He’s never the same after she dies.

You pity them all, in a way, and you decide that you have no desire to join their ranks. It isn't the kind of life you want.

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You get to know some revolutionaries along the way. They are hard to miss, really. You listen to their speeches with skepticism but you're willing to consider some of their ideas. You burn down a silk warehouse and get arrested again. You destroy a statue and they celebrate you. You learn about the Liberation of Night and think it sounds like a ridiculous idea, frankly. What good could come of unending darkness?

The more time you spend talking and arguing and drinking coffee with them, the more you find yourself sucked into their world. You learn to differentiate between the different schools of thought they fight for. You still struggle to understand the Liberationists. You can't see why they set their sights on such lofty and (for the moment) theoretical goals when the real evidence of the failings of the Masters and the Bazaar is all around you. It's in the neddy men beating dockers for daring to speak up for better working conditions, in the writers made to disappear just for expressing controversial ideas, in the urchins fighting for food in the streets while those in power refuse to share even a little of their wealth. Who cares about the cruelty of the stars when there are people suffering all around?

You find some others who seem to agree with you and your social circle starts to shift. You take up a new job campaigning for the cause. It's not quite a respectable profession but it feels a lot closer than anything you've done before. A handful of supporters start to look up to you for your passion and dedication, not just because they're afraid of you.

It takes you rather by surprise when an old acquaintance shows up at your door in the middle of the night, covered in blood and begging you to let him stay. You don't know how he found you. You'd left behind the drafty shack in the Flit for a set of warm, spacious rooms at the Bazaar and it has been months since you've heard from most of your criminal friends. You're not actually sure how he made it all the way here without being noticed by someone in the street, though you suppose it is very late. You cast nervous glances around the empty street as you try to convince him that you can't take him in at the moment and it would be in his best interest to leave before the constables come by on patrol. He doesn't leave. Finally, you hear the distant sound of heavy boots on cobblestone and you close the door on him. He bangs on the door a few more times before you hear him run off. You try to tell yourself he'll be okay. You're not sure if you believe yourself. You don't sleep well that night.

The criminals keep their distance from you for a while after that. Apparently this does wonders for your reputation. The Jovial Contrarian approaches you one day to ask if you would be able to help an agent infiltrate the Ministry of Public Decency. He specifically comments on your sound reputation and you manage to keep a straight face long enough to agree to his proposal. After it is done, you learn that you've earned a certain amount of respect among the revolutionaries. You start to feel like maybe you are doing something important, something that matters for once, instead of just whatever you have to do to survive.

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Your dreams have often felt distant from your waking life, like you're catching glimpses of someone else's world, so in a way you are not surprised to learn that it is possible to physically enter a different world through dreams. You just didn't expect to learn about it from a sweaty, balding stage magician in a music hall.

You start spending more time staring into mirrors, trying to work out their secrets. Sometimes you catch glimpses of an unfamiliar place filled with cosmogone light that is almost similar to your dreams of sunlight. You decide that you will find a way to reach it someday.

With time, you learn how it's done. You step through the glass and into the Mirror-Marches. The grass isn't quite like Surface grass and the light isn't really the same as sunlight. The Writhing River is like nothing you've seen before. Parabola is certainly different from the Surface, but it still feels like a sort of escape from the Neath.

You don't know what "home" is supposed to feel like, but something about the wild landscape reminds you of some of your earliest dreams, of being warm and safe and happy in the sun.

#oc: the illusive rascal #my writing #fallen london

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otomelavenderhaze · 4 years

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Last scene with Rayan, ep 9 mclll

This scene is after the conversation with Priya. Rayan get’s mad at Priya about it.

(When I came back home, Rayan was barely moving. He was in the sofa, lost in his own thoughts. My arrival broke abruptly him out of that lethargy. In other circumstances I would have been flattered...)

Rayan: So... Did you talk to Priya? Got to know something else about what is going on...?

Candy: Yes, I could talk to her... and... for sure, this won’t be solved friendly matters... (I did a resume of my conversation with Priya and Renata, and the fact that they’re settle in taking the case to the court).

Unbelievable! What madness... I wanted to see if this had happened to them, if their life ended suddenly because of a slander.

How would they survive if I reported them for witness bribery or what else...

If they saw their own officer door being closed, without even able to take bring a book home...

Rayan: “Accompanied” until the departure of the sanctuary itself by a security guard, as if they were nasty drunks... (dramatic)

Candy: I’m so sorry for you... I understand that you’re furious...

And I can’t understand how you can stay calm! I thought Priya was your friend...

You went talk to her, look her in the eyes... and she barely knows me... (I think that’s why she believe Marina, she barely knows you).

And, even so, no... she is so sure that I’m guilty.

Rayan: Without even giving me a chance to explain my side of the story.

Candy: Err... I think this is for the jury, don’t you think so? She can’t the the judge and the accusation part... (shut up, Candy, not helping).

For sure. But, even so... do you two know one another for how long? For how many years...? (I know, I’m still shocked about it, Renata and Marina a lobotomy on Priya.)

I don’t understand how she could’ve done this, with so much tranquility, in the solemn intention of destroying me. (DRAMATIC, but yeah, she wants to destroy you I guess.)

Rayan: Even if she knows that we love one another!! With a friend like this, who needs a enemy... (Ouch)

Candy (A): Yeah, I’m disappointed as well, not going to hide. I hoped she would be less... headstrong.

Of course, that case is too good for her. In this time of the #MeToo happening, one teacher being accused of harassement...

From the media point of view, this is a bless. And worst of it all...

Is that her devotion is going to end up unserving a legitimate cause (That’s really fancy of the writer put him to say something like this, ironic even). I will have to really fight for it...

And when I have proved my innocence, my case will serve in favor of real harassers.

Rayan: And this all could’ve been avoited if your friend had took some time to check the facts of her client before hand. (He forgot that Marina is the one accusing him and this is all her fault).

Candy: Ah.. that one... she better wait for it (YES, MARINA BETTER WAIT FOR IT, she’s talking about Priya tho).

Rayan: I don’t understand. I did nothing against her...

Candy: For starters... you need to find a lawyer...

I wish I could do more for you... but don’t worry, we will come out of this stronger...

Yes, I mean... if I got out of this one, right? The way things are going, you will get tired of visiting in on jail... (U DRAMA QUEEN, NOBODY IS PUTTING YOU IN JAIL, I’M NOT LETTING THEM).

Rayan: When I think that early in the morning, I had no idea of this... we should complete the correspondence cycles (his class)....

Candy: (I never saw him like this. And there wasn’t much I could say about it.) (tell him that you love him and everything will be all right, that you won’t give up on him no matter what, TELL HIM).

(I took his hand and came sit besides him. He looked me in the eyes. I don’t know what he saw in my stare, but he got up suddenly and hugged me).

This is a unexpected obstacle, but I will get out of this stronger. And our relationship, too.

Rayan: “You’re my oasis in the middle of the desert I’m about to travel through, you know that...?”

Candy: (We kissed lovingly. It’s “bend over backwards” they say, isn’t it?) (U BETTER)

(We sat back on the couch again, and I hugged him for longer, without saying anything.) That’s the ilus part (I don’t know how long we stayed like this. we ended up going to sleep... but we didn't sleep much that night.)

#amor doce #amour sucre #corazon de melon #my candy love #mclll #rayan mclll #mclll rayan #screenshot #screenshots #spoilers #spoiler #episode 9 mclll

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Summary: You go to the batting cages with Frank, Mary, and your Aunt Roberta. Of course when no ones around Frank can’t keep his hands to himself. A continuation of Crush.

Pairings: Frank Adler x Black!Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, daddy kink, degradation, public sex, sex in a bathroom

(A/N: in the mood for my baby emo dirty boat daddy Frank. Trying to work through the writers block. Unedited and not proofread in the slightest. Like, follow, Reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

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You and Frank had been trying to be careful sneaking around ever since you hooked up in his car. Of course he’d taken you home to fuck you properly after, but that morning when you left you had to sneak out so that Mary wouldn’t see you. Having to crawl out of a window was a little weird and something you’d never had to do. You got it though. He didn’t want to confuse her.

There were a lot of stolen kisses and him grabbing your tits when no one was looking. The weekly sleepovers Mary had with Roberta were reserved for you. Sometimes you hung out at Ferg’s on those nights you’d fuck in his car before he’d take you back to his place to dick you down just right.

You still came over and played with Mary as usual. It was fun being around the small girl. Especially when she stopped pretending like she wasn’t have the time of her life playing with Barbies with you. You hated to admit it, but you were growing kind of attached.

Clearly it was the same way because this morning, there’d been a little knock on your door. When you’d opened it the small blonde girl was looking up at you with so much excitement in her eyes.

“Hi, Miss Y/N!” She greeted you, hugging your leg for good measure. Frank was standing behind her looking way too good in his white t-shirt. The little baseball hat sitting on his head was so cute.

“Hi, Mary.” You hugged her back, patting the top of her head. “What’s up, kiddo?”

“Can you come to the batting cages with us?” She asked with her head tilted to the side.

You scrunched up your face. “Eh, I dunno. I’m not much of an athlete.”

“Please?” She pouted up at you. “Roberta’s coming, too.”

You sighed. “So what you’re really saying is that I have no choice.”

“That’s exactly what we’re saying,” Frank said with a smirk.

“Besides Frank can teach you,” she said before grabbing your hand. “So, come on!”

You laughed, not budging. “Sounds good, but I have to change first.”

Frank shrugged. “You look good to me.” Of course he’d say that while you’re in these little cutoff shorts.

You raised an eyebrow as he smirked. “Fine. Just let me grab my bag.”

Mary chatted with Roberta in the backseat on the car ride over. You’d steal glances at Frank as he drove because for very obvious reasons. Like him being hot as fuck especially in this beat up truck. Or the fact that ever since that night, the two of you had been hooking up in this truck every chance you could get.

It was pretty fun watching Frank help Mary with the bat while Roberta was in her own cage swinging away. “Your turn,” Mary said.

You groaned. “Do I have to?”

“Of course,” she said with a grin. “C’mon.”

“Yeah. I’ll teach you,” Frank said, motioning with his head for you to come to him.

You groaned, but maybe it would be kind of nice to be a little closer to him. The closest you could be to him with Mary and Roberta around at least. So you sighed all dramatically before standing up. “Alright.”

As you took Mary’s place with the bat, Frank stood behind you with both his hands on either side of your waist. “You ready?” He asked, being sneaky with how he was massing your sides.

“Uh huh,” you said as he put his hands over yours.

“You gonna listen to every Daddy tells you?” He whispered into your ear.

You gasped and turned around to smack his stomach. He laughed. “What! I’m trying to help!”

You shook your head and glared at him before turning around back in your position. He moved his hands back to where they were before. Then kicked your legs apart with his foot so your stance was wider.

You hit the first ball and jumped and got all excited about it. Frank chuckled before going back to how he was before behind you, pressing a little too closely into your ass. This is how you stayed with him trying to flirt in your ear. You ignored him most of the time not wanting to draw to much attention in with your aunt or Mary.

“Alright, Mary’s hungry. You mind if I take her to get some food, Frank?” Roberta asked.

“That’s fine. Here let me give you some money,” he said getting out his wallet. While he handled them, you waited.

As soon as they walked away he went back to helping you. This time tickling your neck as he kissed it repeatedly.

“Frank,” you squealed, letting out a giggle. “Stop.”

“Just happy to finally get you alone,” he said, giving your boobs a good squeeze.

“Stop!” You giggled. “What if someone comes?”

“No ones here,” he said. “Just us.” His breath felt so good against your ear. It was making your stomach tingle.

“So,” you said.

“So,” he said, turning you to face him. “If I wanted to kiss you, I could.”

You sighed, biting your lip. “I just don’t think that’d be a good idea.”

“Why not?” He asked, getting closer to your lips.

“Someone could come at any minute.”

“I don’t give a fuck who sees,” he said before bringing you close so he could place a kiss on your lips.

You moaned into it as he pulled you closer. When he deepened it, pushing you until your back against the fencing. “Frank,” you whispered, breaking away from him.

“Whose Frank? I don’t know a Frank.” He looked up as he tried to play.

You glared at him, but laughed. “Fine. Daddy.”

“That’s better.” He grinned. “What is it?”

You sighed. “Is this a good idea?”

Frank groaned, rolling his eyes all dramatically. “I don’t even care.”

You hadn’t talked about being exclusive yet. So that kind of surprised you. Before you could ask him anything further he kissed you again. Then lifted your leg to wrap around his waist.

You pulled away from him again. You pushed him away by his broad shoulders. Before going back to where you’d been before. “What? We’re here to play baseball.”

Frank laughed before going back too. “You’re really gonna be like that?”

“I’m not being like anything.” You giggled.

“You’re being a brat. I should spank you,” he whispered in your ear.

It was like your entire body clenched hearing him talk to you like that. You hated to admit it, but you kind of perked up your ass to get him close. It felt so damn good.

“See you nasty slut. I knew you liked it,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist. His hands coming to tease the button of your shorts.

This time you didn’t stop him as he finished that. Undoing your shorts and starting to creep into your panties. “Daddy,” you moaned.

“See. Stop trying to play all innocent and shit,” he said all low into your ear. His voice raspy and slow. “Remember you’re my dirty little slut.”

As soon as he started rubbing your clit you gasped. Moving your hips back against him with the bat in your hands. You turned to look up at him where he reconnected your lips.

The feeling of him this close to you so out in the open felt so good. “Daddy,” you gasped. You leaned into him and you leaned back to put your head against his shoulder.

“What a good girl,” he said in a whisper.

You started beathing all heavy. Getting really into what he was doing to you. Your breasts heaving as you started to feel your orgasm.

The only problem was that you were knocked out of your trance when the door to the gate besides yours slammed. You jumped up and Frank quickly removed his fingers from your sensitive clit.

You hurried to button your shorts up again. At the same time, he checked to see if the coast was clear. Before he could say anything, you moved passed him. “Where you going?” He asked.

“Bathroom,” you replied as you gathered your stuff.

He sighed and shook his head. “Alright. I’ll start packing things up.” He sighed.

As you were in the little single bathroom you were kind of prepping yourself on what to say to Frank. On how you were supposed to even act around him now that you knew he may have wanted more. Not that you didn’t. You’d love more. That didn’t stop you from feeling all nervous and worried though.

As you opened the door to see him standing there, you furrowed your eyebrows. Wearing your confusion on your face. He looked you up and down before pushing you back into it.

“Frank, what are you-“

But before you could even finish asking him, he’d pushed his lips to yours. He slid his hand into your back pocket as he closed the door behind him. He turned you around in his arms, bending you over the sink.

The first smack he put on your ass you jumped like you were trying to get away from him. There was no choice, but to take what he wanted. “What did we just talk about, Baby? What’s my name?”

You whimpered, “You’re my daddy.”

“Good little girl,” he said before kissing you again as he started to tear your shorts down your legs along with your panties.

He bent you over as he started to take himself out of his clothes. “See that’s not so hard is it? Forget it again and you’ll,” he hissed as he got behind you, taking your hips in his hands, “really regret it.”

“What are you gonna do to me?” You asked him as you looked at him through the mirror. Sure this wasn’t the most romantic place, but you were too far gone to give a shit.

He answered by pushing into you. Slamming his cock in your already wet cunt. Making you cry out before he could finally start ramming into you. Holding you on the tip of his cock before sliding you down.

“Fuck,” you gasped.

He grabbed your hips while you braced yourself against the sink. You were trying to be quiet but fuck it was kinda hard when he was fucking you like that. His dick so thick inside of you that you honestly felt like you might be too full.

You looked into the dingy mirror so you could watch him as he fucked into you. You were trying so hard to keep quiet. Just in case someone walked by. You could get pretty noisy and that last thing you needed was to get caught.

His dick always seemed to fuck into you exactly the way you needed it to. Hitting your spot as he slammed into you. It felt so damn good. Your pussy started tightening around him, signaling that your orgasm was close.

“We gotta be quick, Baby,” he said. “Need you to cum for me.”

He set you down before turning you around so he could pick you up. One of the things you liked about Frank was that he’d man handle you. There was something so hot about how he didn’t give a shit. If he wanted you in a certain position, he was putting you in it.

He started fucking into you again. Putting his face into your neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he started slam into you. Just trying to get you to reach your peak.

“Daddy,” you breathed out.

“See. That’s such a good slut,” he whispered in your ear.

“Yes,” you moaned into his shoulder. “God, yes! I’m gonna cum.”

“Thats it. Cum for me, Y/N. Cum for Daddy.” He panted as it finally crashed into you. His own movements faltered as he started to cum inside of you. “Fuck.”

He pecked your lips before setting you down so the two of you could make yourselves presentable again. “I can’t believe we just had sex in a gross bathroom,” you said as you finally went to walk to where Roberta and Mary had went to get lunch.

He chuckled. “I know right.” He surprised you as he grabbed your hand. “So I was kind of serious earlier. About us maybe telling them. About us.”

“That we mess around?” You teased, looking up at him with a smirk.

Frank rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “No that we’re ya know.”

“Fuck buddies?”

He laughed. “No.” He stopped walking as he tugged you to him. “That you’re my girlfriend. Maybe.”

You couldn’t help it as a smile spread across your face. “I’d like that.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

He sighed before leaning down to kiss you again. “Good.” He nuzzled your nose with his, his facial hair tickling your cheek. “You ready for this?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied with this smile that had appeared on your face because fuck he was cute, as he grabbed your hand again.

#Frank Adler smut #Chris Evans smut #frank adler x reader #Frank Adler x black!reader #Chris Evans x reader #chris evans x black ofc #chris evans x female reader

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