#her not understanding or caring that he wants privacy for the sake of privacy

[ladysophiebeckett]

marcela demanding and having access to his bank statements is insane. it just gets glossed over and never brought up again. this is not normal behavior.

#ysblf #I would say this is uhh toxic and abusive #especially considering that it’s not like they share bank accounts #I’m assuming armando gave in so she would stop asking #but it’s another form of her constant vigilance over him #suddenly it’s not so bad that Marcela had to pay for the wedding herself #if they can’t even trust each other with their money #(I mean embargo blah blah blah ) #Marcela’s argument must have been ‘why can’t I see them? if u have nothing to hide’ #and Armando was like ‘okay fine whatever’ #her not understanding or caring that he wants privacy for the sake of privacy #anyway I don’t have it in me to be on the ‘poor Marcela train’ #when she was just as a participant in the toxicity of their relationship as he was

[viridianevergarden]

Reading comprehension and critical thinking has really gone out the window hasn’t it? At least in a portion of the fandom.

People are forever stuck under the presumption that Az feels pure lust for Elain and nothing more. That lust suddenly doesn’t go hand in hand with love? That Az is mentally fucked up and should get therapy yet no one else in the IC should? That Az is wrong for naturally shifting his feelings of love from one person to another? That he’s wrong because he didn’t “take a break”? That because of these, Az doesn’t deserve to have love and to love in general?

People are also forever stuck under the presumption that these characters are oh so evil and shouldn’t deserve love at the same time? Take Rhys for a popular example. (When it’s a book series about the ‘villain’ getting the girl. The math isn’t mathing. He’s not even a real, true villain).

No character in ACOTAR is meant to be a saint, I thought everyone knew that. (Oh my god! Morally grey characters when they do morally grey things, shocking😧)

I find most Azriel antis are literally just people who can’t put two and two together. Or just don’t like him for whatever reason they may have. (Everyone has their opinions, yes). But my god, the shallow interpretation and failure to understand his character annoys me ngl. He’s a complex character but he’s not a damn mathematical equation. (He is complex yet linear.)

“He only thought about sex in the bonus chapter.”

As if Elain also wasn’t aroused too? And gave him permission? (Omg, mutual consent! Blasphemy!)

But also the fact that they disregard Az’s noticeable and careful attention to Elain that he has shown throughout the entire series? They disregard purposefully romanticized moments?

“What happened with Elain?”

“What about Elain?”

“I’m getting her back.”

“I can imagine.”

“Would you like me to show you the garden?”

“There is an innate darkness to the Dread Trove that Elain should not be exposed to.”

“This is Truth-teller.”

Shadows gathered around the room like snakes preparing to strike.

“Sit. I’ll take care of it.”

“Wait until everyone is seated before eating.”

“We need to get these chains off her.”

Azriel stood in the doorway, monitoring [Elain]…

“She doesn’t need anything.”

“The Cauldron made you a Seer.”

“Happy Solstice.”

Staying up with her til 3 am, talking about her gardening plans.

The kiss on the cheek.

“Beautiful.”

Countless times of him gently carrying her around.

Him constantly looking out at her garden.

Him spending actual effort to get her a thoughtful gift for solstice.

Facing death itself to get her back immediately by himself.

A laugh so deep and joyous.

Looking at that headache powder every night for over a year without ever using it.

The absence of his shadows in her presence.

“His secret to tell, never hers.”

Need I go on? Azriel is always hyper focused on Elain. Always. If it weren’t for him, Elain would probably be dead or in more trouble than she ever would have been before.

If all Azriel cared about was slipping under Elain’s dress, why did he attend to her so? Why is he hyper aware of her? Why is he so assertive with her needs over anyone else? Even over Nesta? Why would he feel the need to defend her against Nesta, her own sister, if it called for it? Why does he respect her and Lucien’s boundary by refusing to have eyes on Lucien for the sake of their privacy? Why was he the only one to show initiative over anyone else to get Elain back to safety now rather than later, by himself, even if it meant certain death?

But yeah, all he wants is her body. Right? Yeah, that makes sense…

I’m just saying. No main SJM character would ever go through so much effort just to bed another character. Thats not SJM’s style nor is it logical in the slightest.

But oh yes, he feels entitled to her and her body…

…Entitled?

Wrong E word.

Envy ≠ Entitlement.

Feeling Envious of the love that his brothers have? Of the bonds they have with the other sisters? Yet he’s the only one left all by his lonesome? He feels left out. Third wheeled. And rationally so. He’s happy for his brothers but envious all the same. (As if Cassian didn’t feel the same but no one said shit about him did they?)

I’ve said this in another post too but he is NOT looking at Elain and going “she should be mine.”

He doesn’t even think he deserves her for freaks sake.

Rhys doesn’t really know Azriel. Cassian doesn’t really know Azriel. No one truly knows Azriel. The only one who has truly understood some semblance of Azriel is Elain. Even when his heart and feelings are so incredibly gated off from everyone.

So that word —entitlement— that people keep throwing around from Rhys’ lips is completely misguided.

The sheer mischaracterization makes me see red 💀

But back to the point, with obvious and mutual romantic feelings, being horny is normal. (This is also an adult romantasy series, shocking that there’s sexual content).

I’ll die on that hill for Az and Elain.

I don’t get how it can be this hard, but maybe it’s just me.

#acotar #elriel #I apologize for this rant post #pro azriel #pro elriel #It really shouldn’t be this difficult #it’s not rocket science #i thought it was obvious #what if the cauldron was wrong #Azriel is quite a linear character actually

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

My brain is melty but something something “you want to bet on it?” Not exactly astarion and Tav but like. The rest of the camp talking about them?

Feel better soon!

A/N: This was actually a lot of fun! You didn't specify so I decided to go with Ace!Tav AKA Evie for this prompt. Hope that's okay.

Consider this a continuation of this headcanon.

Astarion x Ace!Tav (Evie) Masterlist

“You know what? I don’t think they’re fucking.”

Gale choked on his drink, following Karlach's eye line to a familiar corner.

Astarion and Evie had found their own little piece of no where, as was becoming habit with them at this point in the evening. Astarion had an arm wrapped about them and he whispered something in their ear, causing them to laugh. Astarion answered this with a playful nip of their neck which is right about when Gale averted his eyes. They were entitled to some privacy.

"My ears would beg to differ," he said, dryly. "I swear I didn't get a wink last night."

"Well that's just the thing innit?" Karlach pressed. "I mean, I can understand getting that riled up every now and again, but every night?"

"Astarion is a vampire," Wyll pointed out. "Even a spawn is liable to have higher than average...stamina."

Karlach let out a snort. "You read too much. Besides, even if that was true, doesn't stop E from being human."

"Why though?" Gale said. "What would be the point of pretending engage in such, ah...enthusiastic intercourse? I mean, we all know they're together. Why the extra show?"

"I would not be surprised if Astarion is putting on, as you said, an extra show," Lae'zel said. "He has boasted many times of his prowess in giving carnal pleasure. Not to mention, he likes to make clear what is his. Ravaging sex would accomplish both quite easily."

"Still doesn't explain E's half of all this," Karlach insisted. "It does take at least two, last I checked."

"Trust me, just two is enough," Gale grumbled. "If you want proof for yourself, I am more than happy to switch rooms."

"No good. I'm just below them."

"Oh for Gods' sake!"

"You've been oddly quiet, Shadowheart," Wyll interrupted, giving the cleric an assessing look. "Care you share your thoughts."

Shadowheart shrugged, carefully setting down her glass of wine. "I don't see what more I have to add to the conversation. You all seem set in your opinions."

"And I am curious to hear yours," Wyll pressed.

She rolled her eyes. "I think you all are putting a lot of thought into something that is frankly none of your business."

That got Gale's attention as he turned to her suspiciously. "Do you know something?"

"Nothing of importance. Besides, weren't you the one who said that some personal matters should remain personal?"

"Certainly," Gale said. "But when they are shared so openly, they can hardly be considered wholly personal."

"Well, that clenches it for me," Karlach said. "They're not fucking."

"I would be inclined to disagree, although now, I'm not so sure," Gale said, his brow furrowed in thought.

Lae'zel gave an exasperated huff. "Is it common in this realm to over analysis something as simple as mating?"

"It's extremely common," Wyll said, with a smile. "I take it that means you think they are, mating?"

"Obviously."

"Would you put money on that?" Karlach said.

Lae'zel raised an eyebrow. "A wager?"

"Sure. Ten gold says if we open the door on their room tonight, they're doing something stupid like moving furniture. And if I'm wrong, that's ten gold for you and spit in my eye."

The gith's eyes narrowed, before giving Karlach a stiff nod. "A fair wager. Although, I do not think spitting in your eye in necessary."

"I wouldn't go that far," Wyll said. "Depending what's on the other side of that door, it may be very necessary."

#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x ace!tav #astarion x evie #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion ancunin #karlach #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #wyll ravengard #lae'zel #shadowheart #5 sentence fics #asexual!tav #ace!tav #bard!tav

[theplottdump]

ＳＩＤＥ ＰＬＯＴＴ - ＰＵＲＥ ＨＥＤＯＮＩＳＭ - PART 1 🔞 - 𝙶𝚎𝚗 𝟼: 𝚅𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚍 -

heat level: 🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶 (It's Smut with a Plot) content warnings: simdick, choking, graphic depictions of gay sex, I'm literally warning you now!!

Forward: This scene is something that I wanted to write anyway for the main plott eventually, and the PG-13 parts will end up popping up again in the main storyline - but for Valentines smut sake I thought it would be fun to jump ahead and take way farther than reasonably necessary. Godspeed. Don't say I didn't warn you. PART ONE: ( The One with the Plott, Rating PG ) PART TWO: ( The One with the Smut, Rating R )

[ 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝟏𝟎 ] Shortly after finding himself on the receiving end of the beratement of a lifetime, Valerian announced to that perhaps it was time for everyone to get some rest.

And yes, perhaps it was just a hurried excuse to retreat upstairs with his metaphorical tail placed firmly between his legs- but so what? He much preferred the comfort and privacy of his own bedroom anyway.

There, to his relief he found his fiancé finishing up his nightly routine- cut short by both the lack of expensive creams- left in his room upstairs, and an incessant, tired kiss carefully placed in the crook below his jawbone; Val wrapping his stray arm around Chad's torso.

Val let out a frustrated sigh against his neck, his lips refusing to vacate their favorite spot. "That bad?" "You are hereby banned from leaving me alone with that woman ever again." he grumbled as Chad let out a small snort in response.

"Sunny's tucked in?" "All taken care of. Now it's your turn, wash up- it's been a long day." "You are too good to me." "And don't you forget it."

Chad pulled the taller man down to meet his height, rewarding him for the day's bravery with a warm, familiar, and well practiced kiss before pushing him towards the shower.

Valerian conceded to being undressed by his fiancé, layers of expensive wool and tweed crumpling to the ground unceremoniously as he was placed under a running shower head- hot water washing away the pent up stress. Turning, he saw a dark cloud pass over his partner's face.

"Something is bothering you." It wasn't a question. After years together Val could place a meaning to Chad's every tick and glance. If asked, he could chart a map of his face, noting every wrinkle with a time and place of origin. "Is it that easy to tell?" "Distractingly so."

Chad's thoughts flashed back to his conversation earlier in the evening- Poppy was right, per usual. Had it really been 10 years? "I've been thinking-" "A dangerous practice indeed." Val flashed a wry smile as he maneuvered past him towards the main portion of the bedroom.

"Valerian-" "I don't understand how you can tolerate that insidious woman." "Val, she's your sister." "Don't rub it in. Coming in here like she bought and paid for the place, rattling off a list of my flaws and failures. This is my home damn her, I am happy- WE are happy."

Chad skirted around Val as he concluded his rant, silencing him with two hands placed on his partner's bare chest, still damp from the shower.

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about." "Please do not tell me you actually agree with that wretched snake of a woman."

"Valerian, how long have we been together?" "Ten years, two seasons, and thirteen days," he replied with no hesitation, as if he had been running a counter to keep track, "Leanne can provide you with a more accurate estimate if required." "No, no, that's fine."

"Val, do you remember the promise you made me in that elevator, 10 years ago? Do you remember what you told me?"

"Ten Years, two seasons, and thirteen days-" he corrected him, in a way that most sane people would find annoying. "But yes, of course." he finished.

Chad drew him in close again, their heartbeats complementing one another as they often did.

"Valerian Plott, will you marry me?"

"Took you long enough."

Before Chad could even attempt to pull the man closer for a kiss to finalize the moment, Val had sprung back with a newfound energy and vigor, addressing the house AI directly.

"HANSEL please inform Leanne that her presence is requested immediately."

"You called?" "FUCKMEwheredidyoucomefrom-" Chad yelled, nearly jumping out of his skin details, as Leanne appeared to instantaneously materialize behind him like some sort of electronic ghost.

"Yes, thank you Leanne." Valerian replied coolly, unfazed by her rapid appearance. "Mr. Chinsley has just informed me that he wishes to resume the nuptial process." "Very good sir, shall we begin with the vows then?" Chad hurriedly cut them both off.

"What!? Not RIGHT NOW!"

Val studied his partner quizzically. "Correct me if I misspeak, but did you not just directly express to me you'd like to finalize our long delayed marriage?"

"But- there's a whole process! Paperwork to file, things to plan!" Chad shot back, visibly confused at how the moment had devolved so rapidly. "Correct. Vexus has kept the documents on retainer until he received final confirmation from Party B- that would be you Mr. Chinsley."

The cogs started to turn in the back of Chad's cerebral cortex. "You've had the documents… filed." "Yes sir." "For how long exactly?" "Ten Years, Two Seasons, Twelve Days, Sixteen Hours, Thirty-Six minutes, and 12, 13, 14, 15 seconds. We've had to re-file after every patch."

Chad slowly swiveled back to meet Val's steel coated irises once again. "You're psychotic."

"Thank you for noticing Agent." Val raised his eyebrows, amused at the compliment. "Now, shall we continue? Leanne please pull up the vows on file. Draft D6 Please." "Right away sir."

The supervillain readjusted his gaze to that of his partner, confidence dropping slightly as he finally paused to study Chad's reaction.

"You're upset."

"Valerian, tell me truthfully- when I asked you to marry me, did you think I meant right this exact moment?"

"Well obviously," the villain replied plainly, before continuing, "But if you wish to include Helianthus in the process, I can have HANSEL wake her up and send her down-"

Chad cut him off, moving forward slightly to place a hand on either side of the man- steadying him for what he would say next. "Valerian, I want a wedding."

A heavy anticipatory silence that fell over the room, as the Agent waited for a response from his fiancé.

"Oh."

Chad watched on as Val's countenance grew dark- a familiar weather pattern rolling in, his cold eyes growing stormier- as a thundercloud raged behind his glasses.

He slowly released his grip, the look was familiar to him of course- Valerian was not processing this request well.

He readjusted his focus to his assistant, who had been silently observing the interaction with the AI approximation of befuddlement. "Leave us."

A simple order but one that lashed out from his mouth like tropical lightning snapping the branch off an unlucky tree. "Yes sir."

( CONTINUES TO PART 2 🔞 )

#side plott #valerian plott #chad chinsley #leanne 5000

[kaorusan241]

ok so, summer holidays after endgame. anne's admitted to st. mungo's to be more comfortable. fig was MC's legal guardian so she and sebastian are both orphans. so they're allowed to stay at hogwarts just for this summer, but they cannot leave the grounds apart from hogsmade and during day hours. also due to being extremely watched, they cannot fall to their shenanigans again, so they're forced to be good. this brings them together even more. so a lot of fluff, healing and a first kiss? no smut

I’ve given this a go, sorry if it’s crap! For wider reference, my call for prompts is HERE.

Sebastian Sallow x Slytherin! MC | When Term Ends

The concept of a ‘summer holiday’ doesn’t mean much to you. Having grown up in the abject poverty of east London, the idea of relaxing happily with family, swimming in lakes and frolicking in fields, is entirely foreign.

When you first came to Hogwarts, you’d done your best to control your shock and delight at seeing entire tables stacked with chicken, vegetables and gravy, beef stew, freshly baked bread and a variety of soups - to be able to eat like this every day is something you’re still getting used to.

How funny, that despite the immense power you hold, the sight of a simple meal is still the thing that brings you the most comfort.

Hard benches, strict lines, attendants in monochrome uniforms, no curtains, floor coverings, or privacy. The constant sense that everyone around you on the street while you sold matchboxes or paintbrushes considered your poverty a choice - a result of a fundamental lack of effort.

You wish with all your soul that you’d been aware of Hogwarts sooner - to experience this level of freedom and joy for just three years feels cruel.

You wish you could curse the bastards who visited the slums for sport, to hell with the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery.

You sigh, putting your book down on the table and watching the flames flicker in the dull green light of the common room. You look at your hands, so different to someone like Imelda’s. Your skin bears the evidence of all that you’ve been through, everything that makes you who you are.

You don’t know if it’s because of the ancient magic that bristles under your skin, but since the holidays began, you’ve struggled to keep a lid on your anger. You feel restless, caged in by the weight of fixing everyone else’s problems.

Take Sebastian, for example. You know that you’ll never fully understand the depths of his devotion to Anne, as an only child yourself. Your own feelings about the situation are so conflicted, you can scarcely imagine how Sebastian must feel.

Solomon was complacent in his search for a cure, you agree with him on that much. But Solomon was only doing what Anne had asked him to do, to stop looking, to let her cope with the symptoms by herself. Given the amount of suffering she’d experienced at Rookwood’s hands, shouldn’t Anne have been allowed that choice?

A life dictated by a feuding brother and uncle, on top of everything else… you grit your teeth, irritated again.

Sebastian is your friend, someone you want to trust to protect you. But he’s also a complicated character - it’s part of what drew you to him in the first place. You could sense something under the surface, even before you spoke to him. A languid charm that hid something much darker underneath.

Sebastian had a family who loved him, who wanted to protect him from the dark arts. A family who cared about what happened to him, who didn’t dump him in the streets and leave him to fend for himself.

He’d thrown all that away, for what? Knowledge?

You don’t believe for a second that Sebastian had done it with entirely pure intentions. He might well believe that everything he’s done, every curse he’s cast, was for his sister’s sake. He might even try to pretend that killing his uncle didn’t matter.

You know him better than that.

Speak of the devil and he doth appear.

“Didn’t expect to see you here”, Sebastian drawls, taking a seat next to you with a tired huff. It’s supposed to be a joke, but falls flat.

You were the only two Slytherins asked by Headmaster Black to stay in the castle over summer. Ominis was free to go, probably because he hadn’t witnessed two deaths in the span of a week. Thestrals might even start to pity you at this point.

“I have nowhere else to go.”

It’s honest, maybe too honest, and slips out before you can stop it. Sebastian just nods sagely.

You’ve never gone into detail about your past, but you know he senses the darkness in you, too.

“It’s been over a month, and still no invitations to join you on a quest. Don’t tell me you’re back on the straight and narrow?”

“Ah yes, because you’d know all about that.”

Sebastian laughs, and you feel yourself smirk. Anyone else listening would have been horrified at how flippantly you just referenced Solomon’s murder, but you weren’t about to argue about it, and you certainly couldn’t ignore it.

“Fair enough.”

Sebastian kicks his feet up onto the table, stretching his arms out behind him and crossing them behind his head. He glances at you, trepidation clear in his eyes.

“So… Professor Fig. How are you holding up? I didn’t spend much time with him, but I know you two were close.”

You feel hollow at the mention of Fig, empty after the promise of a stable home had been snatched away from your grasp.

“I’m fine. Neither of us are any stranger to grief, Sebastian.”

A pause. Sebastian sighs, sitting up from the sofa and leaning his arms on his knees.

“I know what you must think of me, now. I did this for Anne, but even she won’t speak to me. Thinks I should dwell on the consequences of my actions for a while.”

“Sebastian…”

“Even if I had been sent to Azkaban, even if you’d all turned me in, I doubt she’d have visited me. Maybe a fate entwined with the dementors is what I deserve.”

“No.”

Sebastian jumps at your insistence, turning to look at you in surprise.

“I don’t agree with you killing Solomon, but I also know that it was accidental. You let your anger get the best of you. The dark arts are powerful, but need to be wielded with care.”

“Do you think Anne might come to understand, with time?”

“Understand what? That you had to do it? No. Until you recognise that your inexperience with the dark arts led to this, she’ll never understand you. The only way she’ll ever come around, is if you frame it as a terrible mistake.”

Sebastian laughs again in surprise at that, and you turn away slightly, blushing.

“Sounds a little… manipulative? To twist recent events in my favour? Perhaps I’m rubbing off on you after all.”

You can’t help but smile. “Regrettably, yes.”

“In all seriousness though, I’m grateful to you for standing by me, through it all. I don’t know how to repay you.”

You look at him fully, noting the sincerity in his dark eyes, the bags underneath them. It’s been weighing heavily on him, you realize. The idea of being left alone.

“Are you afraid that without Ominis and I in your corner, you might get drawn into something worse..? Something you’d regret?”

“Maybe. I still intend to study the dark arts, to get better control over it. But without Anne I don’t have the same motivation as before. She was my other half, my best friend.”

You wince sympathetically, placing a hand on his shoulder, drawing it up and down the soft fabric of his robes in an attempt to comfort him.

“I can’t pretend I understand. Anne is wonderful, but I didn’t do all this for her.”

Sebastian furrows his brows. “If not for her, then why? Why did you go to such great lengths to help me?”

“Everyone I’ve ever cared about, has abandoned me, or died.” You don’t know where the words are coming from, but it feels like a dam has burst. “Everyone.”

You lift your hand from his shoulder, standing to pace near the fire, feeling its heat gracing your ankles as you walk.

“I know that you cared about Anne, that you love her. But she’s not dead yet, Sebastian. There’s still time for us to find a way to cure her, something that doesn’t involve blood sacrifices, or dark arts we can’t control. The people I’ve lost? They’re gone. I’ll never understand what it feels like for you, watching a part of yourself suffer in that way. But I do know what it feels like to be betrayed by family.”

Sebastian approaches you cautiously, as if you’re a wire about to snap.

“You’re talking about your childhood, aren’t you? The orphanage?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry. I know you’ve kept parts from me, but it can’t have been easy.”

“It wasn’t. I just-” your voice cracks, and you turn away, hiding the tears before they fall.

“I just need to feel wanted. Like someone cares about me. I want to find someone I can trust completely, who won’t force me to stand on my own.” You swallow, steeling yourself.

“When you drifted away, out of my reach, towards magic that I don’t understand, it broke me. It felt like I was right back to where I started. Back to reaching out in my sleep, begging my parents not to leave me behind.”

“I could be that, for you.”

“What?” you quickly wipe your eyes, looking back at him. He’s standing straight, staring at you with a steely resolve that you’ve rarely seen on him.

“I could be the person that stands by your side. That you could trust. I know I’ve made some mistakes…” Sebastian rubs the back of his neck, guilt still radiating off him in waves. “I’ve made mistakes, but…”

He comes closer to you then, gripping your forearms tightly.

“Listen to me. I would never hurt you. You can trust me. After everything you’ve done for me, everything you are… how could I ever leave you?”

You suck in a breath. Here is Sebastian, admitting that you’re one of the three people in the entire world he cares about. That he wants you by his side.

“I.. thank you, Sebastian. I appreciate it.”

Sebastian stares at you, looking for something. You feel yourself heat under his gaze, wondering whether or not he believes you.

“Why do you think I go on quests with you? Spend so much time with you? Do you think it’s out of the goodness of my heart?”

“No… I thought that maybe… you wanted to learn more about ancient magic? That you needed it for something, thought it might help you cure Anne.”

He looks slightly affronted at this. “You think I was just using you? This whole time? That I don’t care about you?”

“No, that’s not it. I know you care. We’re friends.”

“Friends.” Sebastian laughs, incredulously.

“Have you not been paying any attention to the way I’ve been looking at you, this entire school year?”

Your heartbeat races. Are you about to have a heart attack? You don’t know where to look, the eye contact is too intense and you need to leave, you need to get out of here -

“Look at me.”

Sebastian lifts one hand to your face, turning your head, so gentle, despite all the anger you know simmers inside him.

“It’s different with you. I … like you. I want to be there for you, for you to depend on me. You can depend on me.”

It feels like every muscle in your body has frozen. You don’t attempt to speak.

“If you choose me.. I promise, I will never let you down again.”

It overwhelms you, the feelings you have for Sebastian. Everything that you would do for him. It feels all-consuming, the way that you take on his problems as if they were your own. Now he’s saying you can depend on him, that you don’t have to struggle through this alone.

You gently place your hands above his where they rest on your face, and lean forward. The kiss is feather-light, Sebastian doesn’t even seem to register it at first, but then he grips on to you. You feel like you’re falling.

Author’s Note: I don’t have a PS5 myself / have been using my friends, so my knowledge of this game is going to be a lot more limited than other writers. I can only write the characters as I see them, and I enjoy doing so, but things like detailed lore, specific plot points etc. might have inaccuracies. So if that’s vital to people, they should look for writing elsewhere.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #harry potter universe #headcanon #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x slytherin!reader #kaorusan241 writes #prompt

[waywardstation]

It’s Wednesday. Usually you’re sharing a WIP today but I am once again encouraging you to not pressure yourself to share something today, especially when things are busy on your end. Or anything else that could keep you from getting here.

So no pressure! And hope you’re doing okay! Take care!

Thank you for the reminder and support, friend! Both are appreciated very much, and hope you’re doing alright too! ^^ A lot has certainly been going on lately, but I really wanted to get a WIP out on time this week, so here is one, even though it’s pretty late!

SO HAPPY WIP WEDNESDAY! Today’s WIP is the losing choice from HFBE from this poll — an argument about the viability of pokeballs in the Pearl Clan.

Enjoy! Writing is subject to change!

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“Excuse me Miss Irida, but may we talk for a moment?”

The Pearl Clan leader turned back to see Ingo – he was trailing behind the group, purposefully so. He had been waiting for the right moment to approach her.

“Right now?” Irida’s eyes flickered back over the tops of people’s heads, up towards the communal hall at the top of the hill. “I’m sorry, but can it wait until after the meeting?”

“It is actually about the meeting.” Ingo’s grey eyes were unwavering, waiting — he wanted to ask her something. And Ingo was not one to usually ask for things.

“Ok,” She relented, pausing in the snow both so he could catch up, and they could have their conversation with some privacy away from the rest of the group. “You have until we reach the hall.”

“Thank you, I assure you it will be quick.” Ingo fell into step beside her, shuffling through the snow as they now both trailed behind the group heading towards the warm hall. Just like her, he kept his head tilted down, using the brim of his hat to protect against the wind and snowfall. “I, ah… I am planning to re-propose a proposition at this meeting tonight. I’d like to make another attempt at advocating for the use of pokeballs.”

“Tonight? Are you serious?” Irida lowered her voice (for his sake, not hers), looking back between him and the group. How could he possibly think about proposing that when this meeting was for them to discuss how to prepare for this famine? “I’m saying this not as your leader but as your friend, Ingo; now is absolutely not a good time for that. Everyone is already going into this meeting angry. And if you try and start this again, they’re going to-”

Irida took a deep breath; she was already getting stressed over it.

“You know what the elders are going to say, Ingo. Especially after last time. And you said you’d let it go.”

“I am well aware of what I said and I intended to stick to it, but these circumstances have changed our tracks, and I believe this may save us from derailing!” Ingo whispered back. He kept throwing quick glances at the nearing hall, gauging how much time he had left to persuade her. “Pokeballs can help us much more than the clan realizes – I’m confident that this can bring us closer to a solution, if not at least be a part of one!”

Irritation and confusion were replaced with genuine curiosity, but a fleck of doubt hesitantly followed after. Irida shook her head, not understanding. “How could they possibly help with all of this?”

“I will explain that in the meeting.” Having conquered the snowy hill, the two reached the warm light that spilled through the hall’s windows to project onto the snow. “But to do that, I need to actually present my proposal, and I’m afraid that will be difficult with the elders tonight. I am trying this for the fourth time now, and I’m aware of how this will most likely be received. I expect they’ll attempt to send me back to my seat before I even start.”

Ingo paused just outside the doors, waiting for Irida to go in first — she could do so and end the conversation right now if she wanted to, but she didn’t. Instead she stood there, staring at their fading shoeprints in the snow.

Irida could see why he approached her about this now, and a part of her felt sorry for him. “So you want me to vouch for you in this meeting tonight.”

“Not for the proposal itself. Just for the time to talk.”

#wayward’s asks #WIP Wednesday #ref for fic #thank you OP for always encouraging me and sending such nice messages #hope people enjoy this WIP!! #I’ll say it’s been so so difficult writing any scene regarding this argument of using pokeballs #the whole thing has been a struggle lol

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Johnny and Dora | Spencer Reid

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Gun use, mention of alcohol, not proofread

Author's note: This is basically the episode from Brooklyn 99 in season two where Amy and Jake get together. I'm fully aware that the BAU might not work on an identity theft case, but let's just pretend they do for the sake of this story, yeah?  

Words: 4.078

Y/N wasn’t too sure how she’d ended up in this position. One minute she was trying to catch Brooklyn’s most prolific identity thief they had been chasing for days in New York, the next she had her co-worker pressed up against a tree with her lips on his. 

It had all started when the BAU team was sent to Brooklyn, New York to investigate an identity theft that had been haunting Brooklyn for a couple months now. The team was working hard to find the man responsible for the crime, working every possible angle and trying to figure out the how and why before actually going en-route to catch the guy. 

“Tonight, Augustine will be handing off the laptop to a buyer from China,” Detective Peralta told them, concluding his briefing to the BAU team. 

Hotch nodded his head before turning to his team. “Reid, Y/L/N, I want you tailing Augustine until he makes the drop, then arrest him and the buyer.”

“Good call, though I suppose I could take Morgan,” Spencer objected with a light tone. “I’m sure Y/L/N has something better to do…” 

“No, I don’t,” she replied, confused as to why he would say that. 

“Really?” asked Spencer. “‘Cause I swore I overheard you saying to Prentiss you didn’t like… tailing… people…” 

Y/N stared at him with an incredulous look. “You think I said that?” 

“Word for word,” Spencer said with a slow nod of his head as though he was trying to convince no one but himself. 

Y/N stared at the man in disbelief until Hotch cut in between the two. “All right, enough. Prentiss and Morgan will join them in a surveillance van.” 

The detectives and the BAU team all dispersed. Y/N was determined to find out what was happening with Spencer. They had gotten along since the day she joined the team over a year ago. To say his sudden change of demeanor towards her confused her was an understatement. 

“Okay, what did I do?” she asked, slamming the door of the breakroom shut so the two of them had some privacy. Spencer looked up from where he was making his coffee, confusion written in his eyes. “Why are you so bent on keeping me off this case?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Spencer muttered as he turned back to his coffee. 

Scoffing, y/n shook her head. “Come on, Spence. Is it because I finished your report for you last week? Because I was just trying to help you. I knew you wanted to leave early to call your mother.” 

With a sigh, Spencer turned to look at the woman. “I don’t care about that. I appreciate you doing that.” 

“Then what is it?” 

Inhaling deeply as if to calm himself down, Spencer put down his hot coffee again and took a few tentative steps towards y/n. He stuffed his hands in his pockets to keep him from fidgeting so much. “The reason I didn’t want to work with you is–” he puffed out a nervous breath. “C-can you not look at me like that?” he asked, suddenly changing the topic. 

Y/N was looking at him with interest, her head tilted ever so slightly, her eyes swimming with worry. 

“Like what?” 

“Never mind,” he grumbled and went back to his coffee. 

“No, Spence. Tell me what’s going on so I can fix it. I hate having  you mad at me.” 

Taking another deep breath, Spencer’s eyes met y/n’s. “Fine… I just… Remember when you told me you’d never want to date any law enforcement?” Y/N nodded her head slowly, trying to understand what he was saying. “It kinda… It kinda bummed me out?” 

“What?” The one-worded question came out in a soft whisper. 

“I was kind of thinking about asking you out…” 

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat. “Oh… Okay…” she brought out, not really sure what else to tell him. 

“But I know that that’s not what you want, and I totally get it…” 

“Spence…” y/n heaved in a deep breath. “This is weird… And the whole reason for me not dating anyone in the field is so it wouldn’t be weird at work, you know?” 

Spencer offered her a soft smile. “Okay, then just– let’s make it not weird, okay? This is a case; we work cases together all the time, and we’re really good at it, so, you know, we’re professionals.” 

“That’s all I want,” y/n responded steadfastly. “For us to be professional.” 

Nodding his head, Spencer reached for his coffee again and as he passed y/n, he placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. 

Later that day, Spencer, y/n, Derek and Emily followed behind Augustine in their surveillance van. The bright red car they’d been following brought them to a fancy-looking restaurant. 

Confused, y/n turned to her co-workers. “Why’s he getting out here?” she asked. “I thought that detective told us he was going to be dropping it off at the park?” 

“Maybe he’s having dinner with his sidepiece first,” Emily countered. 

Y/N’s eyes landed on the object in Augustine’s hand. “He’s got the laptop with him,” she told them. “We should just arrest him right here.” 

“No,” Spencer replied. “The buyer’s the bigger collar. We gotta follow him in and wait for the handoff.” 

Nodding her head, y/n moved to open the door, only for Derek to stop her. “You can’t go in like that. You look like FBI.” 

“Right, you’re right,” y/n whispered as she shook off her blazer and unbuttoned her shirt a little further. “How’s that?” she asked Spencer, who was sitting next to her. A blush fanned his cheeks and reached the tips of his ears as he turned away from her. 

“I don’t know,” he stuttered. 

Emily chuckled at Spencer’s nervous behavior while Derek shook off his leather jacket. “Here, wear this,” Derek said and handed the black piece of clothing to her. Surprisingly, Derek’s jacket fit her very well. 

Once the jacket was hanging off her shoulders, she turned to Spencer and untied his tie. “What are you doing?” he asked, nervously while she lifted his tie over his head and handed it to Emily. 

“For heaven’s sake, Spence, just trust me,” she all but grumbled and unbuttoned a couple of his buttons too. “All right, think we’re good to go.” 

The two of them walked inside the restaurant, scanning the place for the suspect. “Did you know that restaurants are germ-infected? Even the tables are germ-hotspots, especially during rush-hours when the staff is more focused on giving peop–” 

“Spence,” y/n nudged him to shut him up. 

“Right, sorry,” he whispered. “Do you have eyes on–”

Y/N grabbed his arm and cleared her throat. Once Spencer’s eyes landed on who she had seen, he smiled politely. “The hostess stand,” he finished his sentence. “Hi. Table for two, please.” 

The suspect and his girlfriend were right in front of him, talking to the hostess. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, there’s nothing available. We’re totally booked up,” the woman replied. 

Knowing they weren’t going to get in unless they had a really good reason for the woman to make an exception. Without thinking twice about it, she grabbed Spencer’s bicep and leaned in closer to him. “Oh, that’s horrible. Tonight’s a really big night for us. Johnny and I just got engaged and this is where we had our first date,” she said dreamily. 

Spencer looked down at her for a moment in surprise. Over the years of having known her, he’d wanted her to say something along those lines for a very long time. While she was oblivious to his little crush, the rest of their co-workers weren’t, which is why it was always them two who got paired up to do stuff like this. 

“Oh, yeah, it would mean so much to Dora and me…” Spencer chimed in, jumping on the idea immediately. “I-I would’ve made reservations, but I didn’t know if she was going to say yes…” 

“Aww, I love how nervous you were, you little goose,” she cooed before leaning up and kissing his cheek, catching the man completely off guard. 

The look he gave her was one of surprise mixed with confusion. He had no clue what was happening. 

“You two are just the cutest,” the hostess said with a hand over her heart. “I’m sure we can find room for two young lovers.” 

It was the way she said it that made the butterflies in her stomach well up. Aside from herself, no one had ever even thought about them being lovers, let alone called them it. 

“Yeah,” Spencer croaked. “We are two lovers… Together… In beds…” 

“Okay,” she whispered, trying to keep her composure. 

The hostess asked them to follow her to the waiting area and told them they just needed a moment to free up a table for them. As y/n and Spencer stood together at the high table, she couldn’t help but glance over at him. He looked very handsome tonight. Having decided to discard his tie and loosen up a couple of buttons was a good call. She couldn’t deny that it did look very good on him. 

“Sorry about springing that engagement stuff on you,” y/n told him. 

Spencer shook his head. “No, no, no. That was great. It’s what’s got us in here.” He inhaled sharply before jokingly adding, “The cheek-kiss was a bit much though. And wet.” 

Smirking, y/n tilted her head a little. “What can I tell you? Dora’s sloppy.” 

Both of them chuckled but before either could add anything else, the hostess reappeared at their table. “All right, your table is ready. You can follow me.” 

They nodded their heads and followed behind the woman. “Okay, we can go back to being Spencer and y/n on the lookout for the suspect,” Spencer muttered, almost glad he didn’t have to sit through an entire dinner pretending he was madly in love with her as it wouldn’t even be pretending on his part. It would kill him knowing that all of it would be over when the case was done. 

“All right, there you go,” the hostess said, placing down the menus on their table. When the couple co-workers looked up, they realized they had gotten a table right next to the suspect and his date. 

The girlfriend gasped as she turned to y/n and Spencer. “You’re the couple that just got engaged.” 

“That’s us!” Spencer exclaimed as he reached for y/n’s hand. “Johnny and Dora,” he said, holding up your intertwined hands. “Definitely a couple…” 

Y/N and Spencer took their seats, both of them chuckling nervously. Augustine and his girlfriend even sprung them champagne and oysters to celebrate their fake engagement. 

“Wow, champagne and oysters,” y/n said with a sarcastic tone. “You really shouldn’t have, guys.” 

“Well, it’s a special night,” said Augustine. “So when did you guys meet?” 

Not having practiced any of this, the two lovebirds weren’t quite in sync with their backstory. “Last year,” y/n responded while Spencer went for “Two years ago.” 

Upon seeing the confused looks of Augustine and his companion, y/n chuckled. “We first met two years ago but we don’t count it because…” 

“I was dating a super smart scientist,” Spencer finished her sentence. 

“And I was dating the bassist of an up-and-coming Brooklyn-based band,” y/n continued the lie. 

“Anyways, about a year ago, we bumped into each other again in a bar and…” Spencer turned to y/n with a soft look on his face. “We haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other since.” 

Y/N hummed, unable to wipe the smile on her face. 

Augustine’s girl propped her head up on her hand, her elbow resting on the table. “So, how did you know she was the one?” she asked Spencer dreamily. 

Sighing, Spencer turned back to his fake-fiancée. “I’d love to answer that,” he said, surprising y/n a little. She was curious to hear what he was going to come up with. “Um, you know, just whenever I look at her face… and the… attached physique,” he answered a little awkwardly as though he didn’t want to say what he actually thought of her. 

“And you?” the girl asked y/n. 

Y/N’s eyes locked with Spencer’s and she couldn’t help but smile as her insides melted at the sight of his honeycomb eyes. “He’s the smartest guy I know and … he makes me laugh,” she responded honestly. 

“And, you know,” Spencer chimed in again, looking at the other couple. “There’s really no one else’s opinion who I care about more than hers, so…” When he looked back up at Y/N, he saw something in her eyes that he had never seen before and Spencer had studied those beautiful eyes before, remembering every detail about it thanks to his eidetic memory. 

“Okay, so enough chit-chat, let’s see the ring!” 

Panicking a little, y/n moved the ring from her ring finger on the right side to to one on the left before showing her hand to the woman. The ring was one she had gotten from her grandma when she had graduated from the academy. Y/N had always worn it as a token of good luck. It was the thing that kept her safe. 

The girl gasped. “It’s beautiful!” she exclaimed as she studied it. The band looked like twigs from the rose bushes in her grandmother’s garden with a small diamond that presented the rose. It reminded y/n of the days she’d spent at her grandparents’ house and helped her grandma with the rose bushes. 

“When I saw this ring, I knew I had to get it for her as it reminded me of the rose bushes her grandma had in her garden. Whenever Dora talks about spending time with her grandma in the garden, her eyes light up like a child’s on Christmas Eve and I just knew…” Spencer explained and though y/n knew in the back of her mind that all of this was just a ruse, she couldn’t help but turn into mush on the inside. 

How y/n survived the entire dinner without turning into a puddle, she didn’t know, but she somehow managed to get through to dessert. 

“Can you get the car from the valet, babe?” Augustine said to his girlfriend, handing her the keys. “I’m gonna go in the back and say hi to the chef.” Spencer and y/n exchanged glances when they noticed Augustine reaching for the laptop. 

“Good luck on your wedding, guys,” the girl said to them. “Oh, have fun on your honeymoon!”

“We will,” Spencer replied. “We’re going to Waco, Texas,” he said a little too excitedly. 

The girl looked at him for a moment before chuckling, “Huh, okay. Bye!” 

“Bye,” y/n greeted, giving her a wave that she couldn’t even see anymore, before turning to Spencer. “Waco, Texas?” 

“I’m sorry,” Spencer hissed. “It just slipped out.”

Shaking her head, y/n put the napkin down on her half-eaten dessert before scraping her chair back. “Let’s go, Augustine’s making the drop.” 

Spencer nodded and followed y/n to the kitchen where they found Augustine with the chef. “Look, there’s the buyer,” y/n pointed out, but then got confused when Augustine didn’t hand over the laptop. “Or he’s just actually saying hi to the chef?” 

As Augustine turned, his eyes landed on the couple near the door. “Oh, no. He’s seen us,” Spencer whispered and before he could properly think twice about it, he cupped y/n’s cheeks and kissed her on the lips. 

Confused and surprised, y/n wasn’t too sure what to do but then decided to follow along and melted into the kiss. His lips somehow slotted perfectly with hers and the tingle in the pit of her stomach felt natural. 

“Excuse me,” Augustine’s voice interrupted them. 

“Oh, sorry,” Spencer apologized. “We were just looking for a place to, uh…” 

A little groggy from that spine-tingling kiss, y/n finished Spencer’s sentence while holding onto him for dear life. “Boink…” 

“Yep. Boink…” Spencer agreed. “That’s my preferred term for it as well.” 

Y/N nodded her head to try and sell the point further. “I get it,” Augustine then said. “Newly engaged kids. Enjoy.” 

The couple watched as Augustine was out of sight before springing apart. “Good. Good, good, good, good,” Spencer mumbled, trying to convince himself. We kept our cover intact. Nice work.” 

“Quick professional thinking out there, Reid. Very quick. Very professional,” y/n rambled, not entirely thinking straight just yet. 

Trying to keep up his poise and to remind himself that they are, in fact, working, Spencer held out his hand for her to shake, which she quickly did. “Agent,” he said ceremonially. 

“Doctor,” y/n responded before the two of them headed out of the restaurant. 

As the couple joined their co-workers in the van again, they felt a little awkward. Neither of them was saying anything. Not to each other. Not to Emily and Derek. The two at the front found it slightly weird that Spencer wasn’t spewing facts and y/n wasn’t singing along to one of her favorite songs that was playing on the radio. 

“Okay, you’re being weird,” Derek pointed out. “What happened?” 

“Spencer and I kissed,” y/n responded with a roll of her eyes. 

“WHAT?!” Emily and Derek exclaimed simultaneously. 

“It was just to keep our cover from being blown,” Spencer responded. “We didn’t have a choice.” 

“Tell me everything!” Emily ordered, overly excited. 

Y/N shook her head. “Em, there’s nothing to tell, okay? It was for work. It was nothing.” She repeated the words in her head to convince herself that it was indeed nothing. That what she felt when Spencer’s lips were on hers was just a reaction to someone kissing her. That it wasn’t because it was Spencer kissing her. 

“Yeah, who cares about a kiss? Call me when you grab each other’s asses,” Derek chimed in. “He’s pulling over,” he then said when the red car in front of them had his blinker on. 

“Nothing like that is gonna happen, okay?” Spencer said before citing some facts about how in theater, the leads of the play almost never fall in love with one another and that it always just stays on-stage. 

“Guys, it’s not a handout,” Derek informed them as they watched Augustine drop off the case, cutting Spencer’s fact-spewing short. “It’s a drop-off.” 

“Okay,” y/n said. “Em, you and Derek follow Augustine.” 

“Right, and you two, follow your hearts,” Emily added, causing y/n to roll her eyes. 

“No, we’re gonna stay with the package.” 

Y/N and Spencer got out of the car and hid behind a tree to keep an eye out on the laptop case. The air was chilly for a summer evening, so y/n was glad she was still wearing Derek’s jacket. 

Spencer turned to y/n. “We’re cool, right?” 

“Yeah, totally,” y/n answered determinedly. “We’re fine.” 

“Good,” Spencer nodded. “You know, I’m actually quite hungry. I never really ended up eating anything at that fancy restaurant.” 

“Same. You know what I’m gonna get when I get to the hotel?” she asked with a grin. 

Spencer nodded his head. “Yeah, you’re gonna order Burger King and you’re gonna get the Crispy Chicken burger with cheesy chili fries, onion rings and a grape Sprite,” he summed up without hesitation. The fact that he’d remembered her exact order from Burger King surprised her and surprisingly also turned her on a little bit. 

“That’s exactly what I’m gonna get…” she mumbled, trying to shake off the feeling. 

While Spencer went on a ramble about what he was going to eat, y/n was distracted by the man a few feet away from them, closer to the package. She wasn’t paying much attention to anything Spencer was saying as she was trying to determine whether or not that was their UnSub. 

“Spence,” y/n tried to cut him off, but he kept on going with some facts about the restaurant he always went to. “Spence, he’s looking at us…” Before Spencer could turn his head to look at whatever y/n was looking at, she had already grabbed his face and brought his lips to hers, pressing him against the tree. 

Once again ignoring the feeling in the pit of her stomach, y/n opened an eye to watch the buyer walk off with the laptop in hand. She detached herself from Spencer and reached for her gun, stopping the guy in his tracks. 

“FBI! Freeze! We are co-workers!” she yelled, mostly to remind herself. 

“You’re under arrest!” Spencer joined in, pointing his gun at the man, too. “This is a work event!” 

Later that night, y/n found herself in her hotel room, pacing the floor with her crispy chicken burger getting colder and colder with every minute she didn’t touch it. She couldn’t stop her brain from rethinking everything that had happened that day. Every time she remembered the kiss with Spencer, her insides tingled and her heart skipped several beats. 

None of this made sense. She had been able to go about her days for the last year without thinking about Spencer this way. The thought had crept up on her once or twice, but she had always managed to shake it off. Why was this time so different? 

Before she could rethink everything, a knock on her door caused her to snap out of it. She secretly prayed it was JJ or Emily, just so she could rehash the whole thing and get everything off her chest. Though when she opened the door, she didn’t find JJ nor Emily there, but instead she was looking into those beautiful honey eyes that had melted her insides mere hours ago. 

“Spencer, I–” 

“Can I come in?” he asked, not allowing her to finish her sentence. Nodding, y/n stepped aside and let him in, closing the door right after. “A lot has happened today, huh?” he asked, wringing his hands in nervousness. 

“Yeah, I-I guess so…” 

Spencer sighed as he let go of his hands and stepped closer to y/n. “Look, y/n, I don’t want anything to get weird between us, okay? I understand why you don’t wanna date anyone in the field and I respect that. So, can we just forget today happened?”  

Going over her options, y/n’s mind skidded back and forth between every kiss and every word they had shared today. She could either ignore everything she had felt today and agree with him, forgetting about it all. Or she could take the plunge and try to figure it out with him. 

“I don’t think I can, Spencer,” she whispered. 

Spencer’s head tilted slightly as his brows furrowed in confusion. “Wh-what do you mean? I–” 

Before he could finish his sentence, y/n took two long strides towards him and cupped his cheeks, much like she had done before in the park, and kissed him deeply. At first, Spencer wasn’t quite sure what was happening, but he quickly melted into her body, grabbing her by the waist to pull her closer. 

“Y/N!” Emily’s voice sounded before they heard the knock on her door. “Can we go out for some drinks?!” 

Y/N looked up at Spencer and offered him a soft smile. “I’ll be right down! Order a Chardonnay for me, will you?” 

The two of them waited until they heard the footsteps of their co-worker recede before heading out the door together. Neither of them said anything. Neither of them needed to, either. They knew what they felt for one another was real and that they needed to figure something out, but that was not going to happen tonight. 

But whatever they would figure out, they would have to thank Johnny and Dora for pushing them this far.  

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What we do for love

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Jason Lannister was dead.

A tragic accident for an alpha in his 40's and a sad loss for his alpha-wife Aemma Targaryen, they had only been married for four years and to the sadness of the Lannisters along with the Hightowers there were no children, many murmured that it was the punishment of the mother for forcing the she-alpha Aemma to marry a man who was not even compatible with her.

The poor woman only followed the orders of her mother (grandfather) to please the beta and leave her “deviant” preferences that kept her from continuing the good path of the seven, so she kept quiet and did her duty for four years. Is this how the gods paid Aemma?

Alicent was pinching her cuticles, the funeral is beautiful and everyone is there, especially many noble families and their alpha son´s, her daughter was sitting in the front line beautifully dressed and with a poker face expression, the veil marked her thin face without a trace of tears and just accepting everyone's condolences with a nod, she looked away at his father, Otto Hightower speaking discreetly with Vaemon Velaryon...he was doing it again.

His daughter's husband had only been dead for four days and from the second day her father was already looking for a new husband/ally for Aemma (him), but why wasn't Alicent surprised? He was just waiting for Viserys Targaryen to die, so Aegon would take full command of the company and all his assets, it didn't matter that he had to use his own grandchildren, he had already done it with his only daughter.

 What difference did it make to use her children as exchangeable currencies?

At least she hopes that Aemma could enjoy her freedom for a whole year in her mourning, breathe easily unlike her, who seemed that Viserys would not die soon, if Alicent died before the alpha she did not care anymore, it would make no difference.

But at the same time the female beta wanted to make sure that she left her children happy and in good marriages, at least with Aemma and Daeron, she had already ruined the lives of Aegon and Helaena by forcing them to marry. Having to force her first little girl to give birth to babies...quickly all that happened to background when the brown hair omega, Lucerys Velaryon, approached the alpha who seemed to light up and even shared more than five words with him.

He was holding her hands and Aemma was stroking her white hand with her thumb, she looked calm and radiant with him in front of her.

“Aemma”, she called calmly, as if she had not almost run to separate them, “we must continue, let's go, the hearse is waiting for us… Lucerys”, greeted politely to the omega who gave her a soft smile and a nod with a low Mrs. Alicent.

"Yes, thank you Lucerys, I hope...", Aemma looked at her nephew and left the words hanging in the air, the beta raised an eyebrow, were they secreting talking in front of her?

“I will do it aunt, thank you, I will leave you both alone and I won't take any more of your time.”

Quickly Lucerys turned around and went to his family who were in a group talking among themselves and several nobles who supported Rhaenyra as heir, Alicent frowned. She didn’t like that at all.

“What did that omega say to you?”, with the hearse in front of the dark limousine that mother and daughter boarded to have privacy and finally talk alone, the beta expressed her confusion.

“Jason wanted to invest with the Velaryons, but they always rejected him, Corlys Velaryon told him it wasn't worth it, I'm doing this for the sake of my family..." the silver hair woman replied calmly, looking out the tinted window, “if it's still my family for the next month…”

"Dear"

"It´s fine mother, I understand, I'll have to accept what he's going to do", she still didn't look at her and Alicent felt like she was dying, her daughter knew what her grandfather was up to and knew that her mother wouldn't protect her again, “only if he can”.

Before Alicent could ask what she meant the hearse stopped, it was time, they had to give Jason Lannister a proper burial and her daughter had to do something that no wife should do, that no wife should see or feel, losing her husband in such a short time and be left alone, unprotected in that horrible world.

The funeral was beautiful, great words of consolation from the Lannister family, twin brother and widow, there were many truly crying and others hypocritically, the farewells were prolonged by each guest, and she found herself searching for her daughter in the large crowd without success, ten minutes had passed, and she couldn't see her tall daughter's hair adorned by the veil anywhere.

“Maybe she left”, Aegon say drunken, a glass of wine in his hand and he was swaying a little, “or she must be hidden so that no one sees her, you know how Aemma is, she doesn't like to be seen crying”.

"She wouldn't leave. It's her husband's funeral and it would be disrespectful!" she yelled at her son as she walked away from the crowd, desperate to find her, "you're right, she must be devastated and doesn’t want anyone to see her like that, help me find her”.

With a snort, her eldest son followed her to find the alpha widow that only the seven would know where she was hidden so that they would not see her in such a terrible state.

-

Muffled moans and the lascivious sound of two mouths colliding with each other were the only things that could be heard in the limousine, gloved hands caressing the naked body in front of her in desperation, after all they didn't have much time and at any moment they would be interrupted, it would be a great scandal that the she-alpha no longer cared about, in that moment.

“Auntie, please”, with a string of saliva joining their tongues, big brown eyes looked at her, “I'm so wet”.

“You are, I can smell you”.

“Aemma, please”, pushing her a little to raise his legs on the seat and show in all his splendor his pussy that was dripping slick, all red from the torture that the alpha gave him with her fingers minutes before, “I need your cock”.

“Aren't you a needy slut spreading your legs for a widow at her husband's funeral?, bad Lucy”, slapping the pussy in front of her and making the omega squeal with pleasure, Aemma crouched down and knelt on the ground upholstery of the limousine, "we can't, not now at least, but I can eat this delicious cunt, will you explain to your mother, our family and all the guests what an omega does by offering himself to a poor alpha devastated by the death of her alpha?"

“Yes, yes, yes I will”, he spoke desperately pushing his hips, Aemma smiled and kissed his swollen clit superficially, “AEMMA!”

“Shhh…they will hear us”, with one hand she opened his lips and felt her dick begin to grow in her dress as the entrance opened and closed, desperate to feel full, “don't grab me by my hair, I won't be able to fix it, and everyone will know what we did”.

She didn't give him time to respond and stuck out her tongue to lick his pussy from bottom to top, stopping at the clit to pull it gently with her teeth. Lucerys moaned loudly and clung to the seat following her aunt's orders, quick with her soft hand his aunt covered his mouth, a muffled scream came from the omega's throat as he felt the she-alpha suck hard on his red bud.

"I told you to be quiet, understand?", using her alpha voice, she made Lucerys become self-conscious and nod slowly, she withdrew her hand, spitting at his entrance inserting two fingers and the brunette quickly covered his mouth, moving his hips looking for more contact, offering himself before her, opening his legs impossibly wider, “good omega, tomorrow you can have my knot and mark, would you like that?”

Crystal-clear eyes with tears of pleasure answered what the omega wanted to say, his eyes shouting a clear yes, fuck me alpha made her return to her task of torturing her nephew's sweet cunny, her inner alpha howled with happiness for finally having her omega at her side and savoring his delicious slick, her tongue melted into his inner walls and her nose collided with his clitoris, caressing it, she felt the omega's body tremble from the pleasure he felt.

She also felt her erection throb desperately, four years of sexual frustration of having to tolerate the kisses, caresses, and knot of an alpha like Jason Lannister took their toll, she felt like she would come at any moment, she squeezed her legs trying to please herself. She couldn't fuck her nephew, she wouldn't stop until she destroyed Lucerys' tight pussy, she wouldn't stop until she was satisfied with the sexual frustration that she had carried throughout her marriage, she wished so much that she didn't care what everyone thinks of her and she didn't plan on risk Lucerys, now that she finally had him where she wanted him.

This time her grandfather would not interfere in her plans, not with a soon pregnant omega, when the funeral was over and both went to her home she would fuck him in the mouth, in his tight pussy and ass until dawn, she would knot him as much as she wanted, would make him fat with her pup and mark him, but for now, she would be happy with just using her mouth to please Lucerys.

-

“AEMMA! Where you been?!”, the beta woman strode over to her daughter, looked her up and down, “Are you okay?”

The alpha had her hair perfectly combed, but her dress was wrinkled, and her face was a mess, her eye makeup was smeared, and she wasn't wearing her red lipstick, her eyes were even a little red.

“No, my husband is dead, how am I going to be okay?”, she licked her lips, avoiding looking at her, “is done, I'm going home, please say goodbye to everyone for me, I feel bad”.

“I'm going with you, Aegon go to your grand-”

“I want to be alone, mother”, she interrupted her dryly, Alicent looked at her daughter in surprise, “before I have to get married again”.

“Aemma…”, trying to hug her and being cruelly rejected again, her hands were trembled, “tomorrow I'll go see you, I'll bring you something to eat”.

“I think you know what I trying to say, mother, I want to be alone for a few days”, she murmured annoyed, her older brother opened his eyes surprised by the attitude of the apple of his mother's eye, “I'll call you if I need anything or if I feel alone, thank you”.

Still without looking at her, she called the driver and headed to the parking lot that was far from the chapel and the pantheon, alpha and beta watched the silver hair widow walk away and get in limo when the man opened the door for her, the older woman knew that this was what she deserved, she let her father use her children like her, she let them be victims of Otto Hightower and she never lifted a finger, if her daughter did not want to see her for now, she would understand, she would give her daughter the peace she couldn't have a single minute of her life when she was 16 and pregnant.

She can only pray for her daughter and secretly hope that she will run away, like her young self-had planned so many times when Aegon was born, taking her baby, and fleeing away from the clutches of her husband and father. Now it was just an old dream, and she hoped her daughter could forgive her, like she still tried to do with her father.

English is not my first language, RESPECTFUL comments are accepted

#lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucemond #fem!aemond #alpha aemma Targaryen #omega lucerys

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

For Drabble

Will charity x phileas fogg

First date ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Part of the Let The Adventure Begin au. :)

This is on the ship from New York to London in episode eight.

On with the fic!

--

"I am sure that everything will go just fine, monsieur." Passepartout spoke as he fixed Phileas' tie, then smoothed the lapel of his jacket. "It's just a date."

"Easy for you to say, Passepartout." Phileas frowned, shifting on his feet, "I have not 'dated' or even 'courted' anyone in years! Decades, really."

"I am sure that Charity doesn't care about that. Besides, he asked you to join him for dinner."

"Alone." Phileas said, his voice small, his cheeks warm.

It shouldn't be this panic inducing, they had agreed to courting, to taking things slow for Phileas' sake. But they were still a few days away from London and William had asked for Phileas to join him in the dining hall of the ship for a meal, without their other friends.

Phileas had said yes, but hours later, after being left alone with his thoughts... well...

He overthought how things could go wrong and was now worried sick that it would be a disaster!

Passepartout clucked his tongue and stepped back, arms crossed. "Monsieur, I am telling you this now, you. Will. Be. Fine. Now, go out there and meet him, he's probably waiting."

Phileas sighed, nodding, and made his way out of his private cabin on the ship. Why was he so scared? He wanted this to work, he wanted to be happy with Will. They had kissed, a few times now, heck, they had even danced together in the privacy of his cabin that first night on this ship.

He had even protected Will when they were in Nevada against a dangerous man with a gun!

Why was he so nervous about having a meal with Captain William Charity? It's not like they haven't eaten together before.

His cheeks burned as he remembered the wedding feast in India, where Will had showed him the different dishes and which ones would be less... spicy, considering his reaction to the first one he tried.

He found himself in the dining room, having unconsciously made his way there while lost in his thoughts, and found that William was already there. The curly haired man was smiling in his direction, waving him over to the table he had chosen. Phileas swallowed and made his way over.

"G-Good evening, William." He greeted before taking his seat.

"And good evening to you as well, angel." Will smiled, using that nickname he couldn't seem to let go. Phileas really didn't understand why he used it, but he never stopped Will from using it. He kind of liked it, honestly.

"You look rather dashing tonight." Phileas spoke, trying to keep the conversation going. This was the proper thing to do, right? Oh God, he was so out of practice.

Will chuckled and gave his jacket a small tug. "Thank you, picked out my best outfit for our dinner tonight. And, might I say, you look so very handsome yourself."

Phileas made a startled noise at how smoothly Will spoke like that, and could only nod when the man had offered to fill his wine glass from the bottle that was on the table.

"You know," Will started as he set the bottle side, "it's okay to be nervous, Phileas. I'm not going to judge or be upset with you if things aren't perfect. I don't expect them to be. It's a simple dinner, a chance for us to talk, to get to know each other better. You can relax."

"I... I'm sorry." Phileas sighed, sipping at the wine before continuing. "It's been so long, I feel so out of touch with this sort of thing."

"How were things between you and Estella when you dated?"

"They were..." He thought back on those old days, when he was younger. He smiled gently at the memories he still held so dear to his heart. "They were filled with talking, with planning and plotting of world traveling. Of places to see, things to do. Of happy chats about nothing in particular. She understood I was not as outgoing as her, but she let me follow her at my own pace. I can be a bit boring, but she was fine with that. I hope... that you are fine with that as well."

"You're not boring." Will reached out, fingers brushing against Phileas' own. "You're marvelous, smart, fascinating, and so very much someone I'd love to talk about nothing with."

Phileas stared at him, at the honesty in those hazel eyes, and he smiled, just a little. "Then let's do that. Will you let me go at my own pace?"

"Of course, angel." Will smiled and Phileas felt himself relaxed more.

#let the adventure begin au #adventure husbands #will charity x phileas fogg #john's drabbles #good omens extended universe

[harlowhockeystick]

happy new year from sYdney, aus! (Lmao i’m a loser who will never get over that)

i was scrolling thru ur sidney crosby stuff (bc this man has me GRIPPED I’m so embarrassed and obsessed) and I saw some of the teacher!reader stuff and I know most ppl default to like…teacher of young kids but please consider - high school teacher!reader

like yes reader is younger (I’m still thinking of ur age gap!sidney oh lord) but she’s been teaching high schoolers for nearly a decade now. so what if ur 36 and 180cm and a professional goon athlete on the ice. so what if ur shorter than literally all of sid’s teammates. hs teacher!reader has a presence and you WILL listen to her when she tells a room full of adrenaline fuelled hockey players to stop throwing their nasty underarmour clothing at each other for 5 seconds so you can all finish your damn gatorade and HYDRATE, evgeni, you think kidney stones are a joke, do you? or just giving someone the Teacher Look when they’re being a bit too sassy or just casually slotting in to help Dana in the equipment room.

dealing with the media? easy as pie - they’ve got nothing on private school parents who don’t understand why little johnny isn’t in the top class, he just needs to be challenged and extended, don’t you understand that’s why he doesn’t do anything in class, because he’s bored, he’s actually VERY capable! (sidney was shell shocked with a fear boner the first time he hears the tail end of your phone convo to a parent - “unfortunately mr x, i have yet to see any evidence of this, so our decision stands. Have a good day now :)”

the whole hockey schedule? oh lord, reader is a professional at timetable management, don’t you even worry. She’s an excellent coordinator (yes, a shared and colour coded google calendar for her and sidney’s relationship) she understands how both their schedules can be insane, but most importantly understands the importance of work-life balance and setting boundaries for yourself! she helps pull sidney out of his head, reminding him that it’s just as important to take care of himself if he wants to keep taking care of others. she reminds him that it’s okay to be a little bit selfish, and really, that it’s not actually selfish at all to admit to another person how tired and frustrated you are, or to talk about things from years past that you thought you’d gotten over, but no, really, you just buried it for the sake of your team and career.

the whole public persona/reputation vs privacy thing? she totally gets it and understands sidney’s need first privacy. hell, that’s why she so fucking tech savvy - she knows ALL the tips and tricks to keep her socials locked away from prying student and parent eyes. It sparks this sense of safety and security in sidney? like he knows for sure that his privacy is protected, and that he trusts reader so much not to accidentally or not take advantage of his fame and fortune?

uhhhh anyway sidney being in shock-scared-and-horny-awe at your absolute confidence, breadth of knowledge, and commanding yet calm presence despite your age and (comparatively) tiny size. sidney discovers he has a competency kink when you accidentally use your teacher voice on him bc he keeps trying to distract you with kisses and cuddles while ur trying to finish off some marking. like, you stare at him over the top of your glasses and go “sidney crosby, you’ve got two choices right now - you can sit down on the couch in silence and wait literally 10 minutes, or, if you want to continue as you are, one of us is going to sleep in the guest room tonight, so let’s make good choices now, eh?”

he sheepishly goes to the couch and waits for you to sit in his lap after u’re done so you can pepper his shy lil face with kisses, calling him a “ridiculous boy” with such fondness in ur voice it makes him giggle

omg stop i LOVE THIS!!!!!!!

#my asks #thirst night #sidney crosby #nhl blurb

[elonmuskfansgossipblog]

Actually, I was going to write this as a response to the post "dopecollectorwizard-fan-blog". It was long, so I decided to share it as a post. I am writing in good faith, not for the purpose of discussion. First of all, since we have not seen either Shivon or Grimes at home, it is not possible to make a sound comment about their motherhood. If we are to judge them according to their behavior on social media, Shivon is as bad a mother as Grimes. Last week she posted a nude photo of her daughter. People warned her about pedophilia. She didn't care. She has no respect for her children's privacy. She uses her children's innocence to get attention and fix her bad image. She's no different from instagram moms. As for the custody case, at first I was thinking like "dopecollectorwizard-fan-blog". I don't like Grimes. We have very different morals. I have doubts about her motherhood because of her past. When Elon sued, I thought it was for the sake of the children. No doubt Elon will take better care of the children than Grimes. But after Shivon's second pregnancy, I changed my mind. Having another child with Shivon and suing is not an act of good faith. It's bullying. It makes me think this case isn't about Grimes' motherhood. I'm having a hard time understanding the dynamic and purpose of his relationship with Shivon. There's also the ethical dimension of this relationship. It seems like Elon wants and is forcing two women to live together in Austin…. So many children will create problems in the future. Siblings will grow up unaware of each other. Maybe they'll become enemies. It could even affect Elon's romantic relationships. His image has taken a big damage. He used to be a family man. Now everyone mocks him for having children. All I can wish is for these children to live the most peaceful life they can. I hope they have a peaceful life.

Wut..

[minimallyminnie]

Suffocating Love

I have made regrets and mistakes but you have never been one.

Jaxon Crowley belongs to @ryker-writes. I only wrote this for funsies! Riddle belongs to Twisted Wonderland

This is an ending to the Despite it All JaxRid fic I wrote a while ago. To sum up, bleh flowers

Tw: Hanahaki, blood, depictions of throwing up flowers, I think panicking, hurt/comfort

“I’ve made my choice.”

The doctor looks at him with surprise

“Oh my, that fast dear?” She asks him

Riddle looks at Jaxon, holding his hand tighter

“Pardon my language and don’t bring my mother into this but. I want to fucking kill him myself if he manages to wake up. How dare he not tell me.” It’s said with all bark and no bite, tear streaks on his face

The doctor puts a hand on his shoulder. “So, you’re going to be talking to him is what I’m guessing?”

Riddle nods. The doctor smiles at him before she adjusts some of the machines near Jaxon

“Good luck then dear. I’ll tell his friends outside what you’ll be doing and give you some privacy.”

The sliding door shuts and a click and it’s just him and Jaxon again

He takes a moment to breathe for a second.

He doesn’t know what he’ll do if Jaxon doesn’t wake up.

Taking a deep breath, he says everything on his mind.

“You…you inconsiderate, selfish, ignorant, heartless, dishonest bastard…how could you not tell me?” Riddle lays his head down on the bed while holding the calloused hands. Without his gloves, Jaxon’s hands feel right in his…

“I miss you. I miss your annoying face and that stupid grin you had when we argued. I want to feed the animals with you again. I want you to come back. I don’t care if you don’t love me if you wake up, I just…I just want you back alive.” Riddle can feel new hot tears leak down his eyes

“Sincerely, I have no idea how you could contract a Briar Valley disease. But with your luck, I can’t say I’m surprised. Besides the prefect, you have some of the worst luck here in school.”

Memories flash in the red head’s mind, of Jaxon just…being there for him. Understanding him when nobody else can. Teaching him to let loose and break a few rules, feeding a goose for seven’s sake

“I…I should’ve told you. You were there for me when…when crap went wrong. When I fought with Trey or when my mother started to try and dictate what I do at school. Jaxon, goodness, you were by my side and I hadn’t even noticed how much I depended on you. When we didn’t argue about something everyday, it felt…wrong. I looked for you without even knowing. Jaxon…I want to study with you, get to know you better, I want to watch you play your guitar, I want to—“

Riddle runs out of breath for a second.

“I want to stay by your side.”

He can feel himself gripping Jaxon’s hand tighter

“Please…please wake up…I don’t know what I can do without you…I miss you. I miss your voice and your smile. I want to see you smile even more. Just…for me…Please, please, please…”

“I love you.”

Even as Riddle is openly crying, he can’t feel Jaxon move. His heart feels heavy in his chest

Why couldn’t he be better. He should’ve just told him. Now he’s going to leave him alone just like everyone else will and Riddle doesn’t know if he can handle the one person he fell in love with do that to him. Is he going to be alone forever? Watching everyone find someone or be happy by themselves while he’s alone with nobody? He should’ve just let the doctor do the surgery, at least Jaxon would be ali— “You’re…suffocating my hand you know?

Never in his life has Riddle perked his head up so fast, the neck can regret it later but he sees Jaxon’s topaz eyes blink tiredly at him, his coy yet soft smile sh across his face.

Riddle’s eyes tear up again as he tackles him to the bed with a hug

“You-you asshole! You scared me so much!”

“A-ah…Riddle—“ Jaxon starts coughing and Riddle pulls off of him with worry

The doctor rushes back in the room when she feels his heart beat quicken again through her magic grabs a bowl for Jaxon

“Just cough it up, it’ll help.”

The blue haired continues coughing up full bloomed flowers, dripping with blood and vines with thorns until he finally coughs one more time and reveals the seed connecting to the vines

He plops his head back on the pillow once he’s done, panting softly from the excruciating pain

“W…what the hell was that?”

“Is he ok? Is the disease still there?!” Riddle panics for a second before Jaxon grabbed his hand to soothe him quietly

“Nope! Hmm…What did Vanrouge tell me? Oh yes! One of the cures to Hanahaki is confessing to the one the disease based itself off of. And luckily for you two,” She smiles at them “You both reciprocated each other’s feelings. I’m going to have to guess right now that these things are just remnants of Mr. Crowley’s—“

“Jaxon.”

“Oh my apologies, Jaxon’s hanahaki. The seed was the source and it bloomed into deadly flowers. I’ll have to ask Vanrouge later. I’m sure your friends will be delighted to hear that you’re awake!”

She then takes the bowl away and slides the door back. Riddle looks directly at Jaxon

He sits up again and held both of Riddle’s hands

“Rid-“

“Shut up. You didn’t tell me and I didn’t either. I…was so scared that you’d die. Why didn’t you tell me..?” Riddle felt Jaxon cup his cheek with one of his hands and brush his stray tears away. He laid his hand on top of Jaxon’s, leaning into his hold

“…I…I rather lose my own life than someone who I…love. I didn’t want you to avoid me or hate me.

Jaxon still looks at Riddle with adoration

“You’re an amazing person Riddle. It’s a bit surprising that I liked you considering how different we are. Someone like me with you. Reminds me of a story of a beautiful towngirl falling for a beast. I just…couldn’t believe that you’d like me either.” He laughs softly at the end

“Haha…considering you blocked the whole Heartslabyul dorm from speaking to me in the first half of my year here…”

“I…I’m sorry…”

“No, I can see why. I mean the head mage did make it a rule before my overblot.”

“But you’re a human too. Not a monster.”

Jaxon’s breath hitches as Riddle just tells him that. After his expulsion, he ingraved in his head that he was a monster. But for Riddle to just say it earnestly…

Oh he really fell head over heels for him

“Collar me if you don’t want this.”

“My apologies, repeat that aga-“

Jaxon pulled Riddle up to him, kissing him

Riddle lets a squeak out in surprise but closes his eyes leaning into the embrace

They pull apart quickly and Riddle’s face turns red, hiding his face in his hands

Jaxon laughs as Riddle then lays his head down on the bed

“I cannot believe you just did that…”

“Can’t say I did it when you did too.”

“You’re insufferable…”

Riddle looks up at Jaxon, his face mirroring Riddle’s to have pink dusted cheeks

“And? You still loveee mee~”

“S-shut up!” Riddle covers Jaxon’s mouth with his hands

The next time Jaxon has flowers for Riddle is on their first date together

For once, Jaxon seems to be at peace with himself as he gave the bouquet of flowers to the happily surprised red head

“Apple Blossoms, baby’s breath, roses…mind telling me?” Riddle asked as he held the bouquet in his hands

“Mmmm…I had to ask for the apple blossoms from the Feimer student in Pomefiore. Their dorm has so much strong flower smells by the way. Perfume fanatics or something. Don’t you know what it means?”

“I can’t put a finger on it…” He playfully says as Jaxon bends his head towards Riddle’s face

“Preference are Apple blossoms, everlasting love for Baby’s Breath, and finally roses mean I love you of course. Put it all together and what do you get…?”

Riddle blushes as Jaxon inches closer

“I prefer you because I’ll love you forever.”

In the shade of a building, the two privately kiss.

I am so head over heels for these two idiots

Like good job Ryker, you raised your Raven son right (better than Crowley—)

I was gonna make a sequel for bad end too…but honestly I just wanted to make a happy one

#minniemoots #mindlessclow #jaxon crowley #jaxrid is my heart #jaxrid #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #jaxon and riddle #fluff #hurt/comfort #hanahaki au #hanahaki

[flutishly]

LBD rewatch, part 4

It wasn’t easy getting back into the swing of Lydia’s final arc. It was hard to watch live, it was hard to rewatch not long afterward, and it remains hard to rewatch. Part of this has to do with the dread leading up to the reveal. Part of this has to do with the fact that even a decade later, I am somewhat disappointed by some of the acting/directing choices in “An Understanding”, particularly on Lydia’s end. I know that I’m usually quite in the minority on the latter end, but still. I grimace every time; there’s something deeply theatrical in how Lydia presents herself there and it comes in sharp contrast with the much more natively portrayed Lizzie. There are things that I still love about it, of course. I cannot make it through the whole video without crying, even today. The lines “I love you! [...] I love you!” break me every single time. Even just rewatching a few seconds of those lines in order to write this post have me crying. But I can also never quite shake off the feeling that the video is still very much a product of being an extended scene, with moments that could easily have been replaced by better takes left intact when they shouldn’t have been.

And then the pressure eases, just slightly. The tension changes. The viewer who knows what happens in Pride and Prejudice waits for the second shoe to drop. But in the meantime, the plot ticks along in plain view. Gigi’s Domino videos hit differently nowadays than in 2013 in large part because of how... not weird the app is? Like at the time, there was a sense of “yeah, sure, whatever, as if”, but then today there are literally apps that are all about video presentation for the sake of more drama (........), which granted don’t seem to have the same sort of AI on display, but let’s be real, how far off can it be? (grimace grimace grimace)

There are other irritating aspects of the Gigi subplot. I find myself even more impatient over how infantilizing Darcy and Fitz are, in their treatment of Gigi as someone entirely under their care. While it is sweet and admirable to want to support your sister/friend in the context of some pretty fresh trauma, it’s not cute to do so against her express wishes or the place she’s asking to be. Gigi is an adult in this adaptation. A younger adult, sure, but she’s not a teen like Maria and she has a lot more agency over her story. It kind of sucks to watch Darcy and Fitz shut her out the way that they do, even if it all ends up well (sort of). More than that, it’s never properly addressed why Gigi continues to make these calls on the company’s demo, which is hugely inappropriate in terms of violating Lydia’s privacy. (On top of how Lizzie is already violating a whole lot of people’s privacy.)

And then there’s Bing’s return. It... mostly doesn’t work. I love how Jane plays it, honestly, and I love that Jane refuses to back down against her own position (and point out that, bro, you haven’t earned my trust back), but there’s a sense of disconnect. Maybe part of the problem is how the show initially portrays Bing and Jane’s relationship, as something so quaintly sweet and pure and abstract. Maybe part of the problem is that the way Bing breaks it off with Jane is so much worse in modern times. (Personally, if Jane was my friend, I’d probably be the one going “he’s not worth it, what a jerk, don’t you dare get back together with him, have you forgotten how I had to hug you on the bathroom floor while you sobbed over feeling inadequate? He’s the inadequate one, you’re worth so much more than him!” The fact that Lizzie doesn’t do that remains stunning in my mind.) Whatever it is, despite the rather valiant attempts at rehabilitating Bing, I couldn’t help grimace at how neatly they wrapped up this thread. The “I’ve been trying to figure myself out” thing is cute, sure! But it isn’t quite earned. There’s not enough of either Jane and Bing really being in love (and I don’t mean onscreen, I just mean in love and not the very idealized relationship Lizzie paints in early episodes) and then there certainly isn’t enough of them actually getting to re-know each other before Jane leaves. I understand why/how it happened as it did, but I almost wonder if it shouldn’t have happened offscreen. I don’t know.

Next: Darcy. Darcy is, as I mentioned, a not-too-appealing part of Gigi’s videos. They do give good insight into his behavior and the way that he handles himself (he’s definitely a very loving older brother, if too overprotective!), but they’re glimpses. I’m actually fine with that, I think. The reveal is also... okay? I don’t know. It’s very in-line with how LBD generally portrays “news that should not be public”, though I’ll admit that by this point in the series, it feels a whole lot less believable that these things would make it online. Even the way that Lizzie explicitly asks Lydia... feels a little strange. But not as strange as it should, disturbingly. Ah well.

Finally: Lizzie. It’s this little portion of story where Lizzie’s growth becomes apparent. She’s hesitant over a lot of things. She is smacked in the face - repeatedly - with the consequences of her own actions and words. She’s stunned into silence upon realizing how wrong she’s been in so many places. Watching Lizzie break down is, as I mentioned, the thing that gets to me every time. As much as the show does a brilliant job of showing us Lizzie’s faults, it does a better job of really making us love her. And so I can’t help but love how this arc plays out for her, even though the focus isn’t really on her.

Well, onto the last batch of episodes! Caroline’s about to return... that’s got to be the biggest drama ahead, no?

#lizzie bennet diaries #rewatching projects #The Great Webseries Rewatch #LBD #Longer thoughts #webseries

[winns-stuff]

LO APPRECIATION:

Artemis. I just think she’s gotten too bashed over the years inside of the fandom, like I adore and love her except for that one time where she made Persephone switch out of her dress and into a tighter revealing dress for no reason but let’s not talk about that. But everyone in the comic seems to look down on her a lot, call her stupid and everything, no one ever gives her any proper respect and I think that that’s absolute bullshit.

There’s so many things that’s inconsistent about Artemis’ character, like first few chapters she hates men and she wants no men in her house but then she allows Hermes and Apollo to just come in and invade their privacy and stuff (talking about that one “joke” where Hermes said he would go through their stuff) and I guess I understand with Apollo because that’s her twin brother so they’re family and also they seem to be really close as well, but I just don’t understand why there was such a huge switch and why she just went back on her words and such.

Next thing is about Apollo, a lot of fans got mad at Artemis for not knowing what happened with Persephone and I just think that’s sorta wrong to go blaming her. Like I said before that was her twin brother and they were close, also we know that Apollo puts up a front with certain people and disguises himself as “a good guy” we’ve seen this already multiple times, that’s why he never gets accused or anything because so many people are just viewing one side of him, the side that he wants them to see, and not showing them his true motives. They’re twins but they can’t read each others’ minds.

Another thing I don’t like with how Artemis is treated is because of Hera’s unladylike comment. Come on bro, it’s time to get out of this mindset that there’s only one way to be a woman. A woman is not defined by the way she acts, or dresses, or speaks, or how she carries herself and I’m sick and tired of people just completely overlooking that. For a feminist comic it sure has a load of damaging ideas and perspectives about a woman and what we’re capable of. For me personally, I believe a woman should be whatever we want it to be it’s never going to be just one thing and there’s never going to be one way to be a woman. There’s millions of women in the world who have so many differences from each other and I think it’s pretty stupid to say there’s only one way to be a woman. But yeah, stop treating Artemis like she’s a meat head because she’s not as “feminine” as the other ladies are.

Lastly is I hate how the comic has made her just so oblivious like they love making Artemis completely stupid for some reason. She’s never right and when she is right she has to go through some embarrassing feat to get to that point. For the sake of a joke Artemis has to be dumb, for the sake of a joke she has to be left out, for the sake of a joke she has to have no one else on her side except for her manipulative family members. Seriously, is it that hard to make the women in LO be intelligent and caring?? Why is every single woman characterized as just dumb and defenseless that’s genuinely pisses me off.

But anyways last thing I wanna say about Artemis is that I love her because she was right about Hades all along and we both share the same opinion about that bastard, I enjoy when people call Hades out and insult him because let’s be real he’s been doing the exact same thing to employees or “people beneath him” for years and he deserves the same energy he’s been dishing out. Like always major fuck you to Hades, choke on a big one.

But that’s the end of the appreciation thanks for reading this far and thank you Artemis for being you no matter how terrible Rachel writes you. Also I love her outfits, especially her godly one, it’s one of the prettiest forms to be honest.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lo artemis

[neonponders]

Inspired by this and this ~ rockstar!Billy with soft dom!Steve ~

• Billy becomes a really prolific musician, but he’s right in the sweet spot of being ultra well known and can still walk around without being recognized.

• He’s not sure if he really wants to be Famous™ but obviously record labels and management want to make as much money as possible off of him.

• Life is going really well but that doesn’t mean he has healthy coping mechanisms at all.

• His manager thinks he’s spiraling before he’s even begun and she’s like the one person who actually cares about his health.

• She boots his ass back to Hawkins so that he can see the one person he’s ever told her about: Max.

• Yeah, Max is fine and good and whatever, but it’s not like she and Billy are friends. So that’s a journey in itself because even with money, Billy is still Billy.

• Enter: Steve.

• Billy used to despise Steve for his money, but now it’s a saving grace, because Steve grew up with people dripping with money. Steve is still Steve, meaning he talks back and isn’t a door mat.

• He calls Billy a diva. Billy is...unsettlingly beginning to enjoy that.

• Max lets it slip that Steve listens to his music. If he’s got the late shift at the video store, he puts on Billy’s concert recordings on the overhead televisions.

• Billy’s manager likes this a whole lot and urges Billy to be proper friends with Steve.

• Billy fails. They get into another fight.

• Thing is...Billy is more relaxed than he’s been in years afterward.

• Billy’s manager has a long talk with him about certain people in this industry. It’s nothing to be ashamed about, so long as nothing is unethical.

• Billy doesn’t understand until she points to his own poster of himself wearing a fetish glove and says, “Give this thing to Steve with a bottle of lube and say please. Fuck like monkeys for gods sake.”

• That conversation is worth it for the look on Billy’s face alone. He’s not some cocky musician or guy who knows he’s attractive. He’s truly knocked off his platform with that one.

• Billy, like, knew what some of his branding was. A LOT of rockstar branding is straight out of queer clubs and sexual fantasy. But he’d always considered himself surprisingly vanilla when it came to his own sexual needs.

• But he’s got an assignment on his hands and he can’t deny that...he likes Steve. Getting beat to a pulp isn’t going to work for either of them, so unless they become wrestling partners or fuck buddies, something’s gotta give.

• So he walks into a late night shift at Family video.

• Turns off the lights, annoying Steve right off the bat because, “That’s some horror movie bullshit, Billy. What are you doing?”

• The televisions are left on - not Billy this time, but blissfully numbing music nonetheless - but the front windows are dark so there’s an illusion of privacy to what he’s about to say.

• “If you laugh, I’ll make sure you never breathe out of that nose again, and I’m only going to say this once.”

“Is it an apology?”

“What? No - ”

“Because the rational thing that you would never do is an apology.”

“Shut the hell up and listen to me - ”

Steve, the little shit, lifted the remote and turned up the volume on the store’s speakers. Billy breathed for control and circled the check-out counter to grip his shirtfront and crowded him against the counter. Got his mouth right up against Steve’s ear. “I'll only say sorry if you kiss me.”

He leaned back enough to watch Steve absorb that. The way he blinked back at him as if he wasn’t sure he heard right. Then -

“What if I’ll only kiss you if you apologize?”

Billy feels a sinking feeling in his body - it’s not a negative emotion. It was a strange thrill akin to dread but...opposite. Like the pain of relief.

“Apologize,” Steve said quietly, or a whisper compared to the noise overhead.

Billy’s breathing too fast, his mouth parted and throat dry as he can barely hear - thinks he just feels the motion more than auditory sound - “I’m sorry.”

Steve just keeps looking at him. Did he do it right?

“Ste-I’m sor- ” he stammered, but whether he was already shaking, or trembled when Steve licked into his mouth, he couldn’t tell. All he knew was the grip on his nape, the warm, slippery tongue passing between his lips, the sweetness of Starbursts on Steve’s tongue, and a blur of soft soft lips and a warm body through a tacky polo.

#hi #it's been like 10 days #here's a drabble #harringrove #rock star!billy #soft dom!steve #ficlet #neonponders

[leam1983]

On Sexuality

A friend of the blog who I'll tip my hat to but leave unnamed for the sake of privacy is an asexual. I'm clearly not, if you're read my stuff. Still, the comment they've left this morning raises interesting questions we share over coffee, in the morning.

How important is sex to all three of us, anyway? Sarah shrugs. It's a great tension-release mechanism, it's cheap cardio, and it allows us to physically check on one another. We now know everyone else's moles and skin tags by heart and mother each other like we're all High School nurses equipped with antibacterial and antifungal ointment tubes. It's not essential, but it's a great way to express love and closeness when the need gets so strong that even basic cuddling and makeout sessions stop working.

Walt, understandably, is Epicurean about things. He describes us like we're food, a neverending buffet of sweaty, salty goodies to suckle, lick or slurp at. He loves our respective tastes and considers them integral to the notion of physically-expressed love. He admits he could function in a sexless relationship, but he'd eventually find a few moments on his own to expend his rising sexual tension.

As for me? I'd say it's emotional, for the most part. There's a point where no amount of heavy petting, no amount of verbalization, no amount of demonstrable care suffices. I feel the profound need to express my love physically - and for me at least, that involves bumping uglies in a way that transcends basic libido.

I'm not pressing myself against Sarah just because I want her smell all over my skin, when it happens - but because I've reached a point where merely saying I love you is insufficient, if not painful. It's not about chasing my own release, considering, but in eliciting her sense of physical pleasure, or in taking Walt to the point where he sputters, is reduced to strangled noises, and looks for all the world like his love for us cannot be contained.

Asexuality is completely valid, of course, but I hope I've at least offered something of an explainer to the "poetry of bodies", in a sense, that some of us need.

#cw: sex mention #asexuality #active sex drives #thoughts #lgbtq+