#issa prince au!!

[anjelicawrites]

The winner takes it all

Chapter III (I, II)

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x reader

Synopsis: inspired by the Æthelflæd and Erik's storyline in The Last Kingdom. Might be spoilerish if you haven't seen it (go watch it!!!), even though I've just stolen the inspiration and went on with the story my way.

Warnings: mention of marital violence, mention of rape.

A/N: reader is AFAB, they/them pronouns are used (they are called “lady” and “daughter of the North”). The only descriptor is that they have long hair.

A/N 1: this is an AU. Look at me taking the canon story of Westeros and yell “Parkhour!” as I jump out of the window clutching it in my hands.

18+ only, tank you!

It takes Prince Aemond two days to fulfill the first part of his promise. He arrives with a bunch of his men and a sturdy woman carrying a big piece of soap and fresh clothing for you. His men flank you and him as you walk outside the city walls, the woman walks in front of your group, head up, staring at the horde of white haired people as if challenging them.

You don't really care about the people trying to ogle you, you are too busy breathing in the fresh air and feeling the anemic sun of the North on your skin.

“Was this really necessary?” You ask, pointing at the warriors around you

“You are precious to us, I can’t risk anything happening to you.” He answers stiffly and you wonder if he’s not that used to talk to people

“You can’t risk having your bounty taken away, you mean.” It still hurts when your worth as a person is reduced to that, a pawn in someone else game.

“It would be a great loss for our new reign to lose someone like you. Bounty or not”.

He is even more stiff now that you are forcing him to talk to you.

Having a conversation with you was not part of his plan; he was supposed to keep guard as you washed yourself; he had envisioned just greeting you and now you are staring at him with sadness in your eyes and he knows he has fucked up. Gods he is so not good at interacting with people.

“I’ve heard tales of your beauty and courage. Not many would have tried to defend themselves against me the way you did. The North needs you and New Valyria will need your presence even more”.

You stop walking to stare into his lilac eye, he has to bend his head a bit to look at your face. His men form a protective circle around you two.

“What will happen to me if my husband does not pay the ransom?”

“He will pay”

“What if he doesn’t?” You don’t want to show him, but you are scared of the possibility.

You hope your voice is strong and doesn’t betray how insecure you feel, he just stares at you again as if he is scrutinizing you, trying to stare into your very soul.

“You are our prisoner, but you are under my protection. No harm shall befall you”.

He is, if that’s even possible, even more stiff when he answers you. His arms are behind his back, his whole body in a protective stance, legs firmly planted on the ground; his eye is soft though, his stare warm like the flames of fire during a long, brittle winter.

“Thank you.” You say and you have to stop staring at him but you can’t, he has mesmerized you

"Your bath awaits you or has the cold changed your mind?"

You don't openly laugh, but a short smile appears on your lips

"This is not cold, Prince Aemond. You have no idea of what true cold feels like"

"It's good then, than we are approaching spring"

"Yes we do, but winter always comes." You say proudly

"It will be a different kind of winter Issa riñnykeā." A smirk curling his lips.

You desperately want to ask him what those foreign words mean, your pride stopping you; your situation is already precarious the way it is, why add another layer of weakness?

With extreme difficulty you stop staring at his lonely eye and start walking again. When you all leave the heavily guarded gates, you are reminded that you have no chance at running away, not with the way the area is, offering you no hideout and with your people's army so far away. Even the small stream is of no use to you: here the ice has already melted, you have no idea of what you might find down the course. Not that you have a boat to sail, by the way.

You are a prisoner in your own home.

Prince Aemond and his men turn around when you all reach the small river to form a human wall and leave you with your dignity intact; the Valyrian woman helps you with your clothes and with your hair. The two of you are so engrossed in your work, that neither of you notice Prince Aemond sneakily turning around, his curiosity winning over his manners as he steals glances at your naked form in the cold water. His whole body stiffens when he sees the lashing scars on your back: they are healed over completely, but don't look awfully old. Also, why would a lady of your standing be the recipient of lashing? His analytical mind starts putting all he knows about you together and the result doesn't sit right with him: already he's had to chop his subordinate's hand for his disrespect, now he has to kill your husband. His death in battle has always been a possibility, now he has to hunt him down and kill him. What a Gods damned bother the man is and Aemond doesn’t even know him.

He whips his head around quickly when he notices you have started turning. It is embarrassing enough to have these murderous feelings towards a man he doesn't know, but Aemond has never taken kindly to men beating their spouses, to have you discover his lack of manners would be horrendous beyond repair; he is no Aegon, he’s always been better than that. Talking about Aegon, he hadn’t been happy with Aemond's punishment, even after being explained repeatedly that letting that one violation slide, would have meant weakness on their part: either you are untouchable or you are not. When you go home, you might survive the war or die, there’s too many variables to count, here he can offer you his and his brother’s protection, even though you are a prisoner.

When you have dried yourself, the woman offers you a red and black dress, simple and in a Valyrian fashion; you’d rather not wear Targaryen’s colors, but you are not checking the horse’s mouth when your clothes are muddy and ruined beyond repair. The woman, then, makes you sit on a big rock and starts combing your hair and styling it into Valyrian braids

“I don’t know if you understand me. Do you know what happened to my handmaid?”

The woman never stops her ministrations and answers in broken Common Tongue

“Dead or taken. - You shudder at what she implies. - I am sorry.” She adds, her rough hand on your shoulder as a modicum of support.

You let her work the braids in silence as you try to control your tears. You had hoped she had managed to escape; in retrospect you were the target, the other people in the camp only unfortunate enough to be where you were. You can only hope that the men pursuing you ignored her as you ran into the thick woods.

You are in no talking mood as you walk towards your prison. Prince Aemond seems to sense this and he doesn't force you to speak, he even tries to keep his distance physically, even when his men have to close ranks around you two as you re- enter the city.

Hearing all these people talk High Valyrian makes you want to scream in rage, but you are stronger than that, your shoulders stiff and square, your strides even more confident: you want to show these people that the North might be small, compared to New Valyria, but that you all don’t go down without a good fight.

Once you are again in your cell Prince Aemond waits until it’s only the two of you

“I haven’t forgotten. - He says and looks even more constipated than ever. - The other half of my promise”.

You can’t help but stare into his eye, the hypnotic quality of the lilac forcing you to keep looking, incapable of stopping

“Thank you Prince Aemond”.

You curtsy and he doesn’t go away, he stays rooted into the spot, his eye unnerving on your face, taking you in. You look even lovelier dressed as a Valyrian: he wants to engrave this memory in his brain until he knows his good manners have deserted him once again.

He has to force himself to leave you alone into your cell, he doesn’t want to go and strategise with Aegon, he wants to stay with you, admiring your beauty, so foreign to him. With a great effort he kisses your hand again, having to stop himself from keeping it in his for longer than necessary and goes away, closing the oak door softly, the skin that has touched yours burning like dragon flames. He is not questioning his behavior.

Everythig taglist: @hightowhxre

Aemond taglist: @phantoms-main-blog

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen #the winner takes it all

[yes-bernie-stuff]

Depuis la création de l’État d’Israël en 1948, et jusqu’à ce jour, Jérusalem est au centre de terribles tensions internationales.

Au Psaume 122, une demande nous est adressée : « Demandez la paix de Jérusalem » (Verset 6).

Le prophète Zacharie écrit : «En ce jour-là, je ferai de Jérusalem une pierre pesante pour tous les peuples ; tous ceux qui la soulèveront seront meurtris ; et toutes les nations de la terre s’assembleront contre elle » (Zacharie 12:3).

Quelle est la raison sous-jacente pour toute l’attention et la controverse liées à Jérusalem ? Cela concerne le retour du Seigneur Jésus-Christ, comme cela a été annoncé dans Actes 1:11.

Que pouvons-nous faire, que devons-nous faire ?

Notre responsabilité est d’intercéder pour Jérusalem, comme cela est demandé dans ce texte : « Ne gardez pas le silence, et ne lui laissez pas de repos, jusqu’à ce qu’il établisse Jérusalem, et qu’il en fasse un sujet de louange sur la terre » (Ésaïe 62:7).

Ne gardons pas le silence, mais prions pour que Dieu établisse Jérusalem comme un lieu de réconciliation et d’unité.

« Seigneur, comme tu nous le demandes, nous ne voulons pas nous relâcher dans la prière en faveur de la délivrance de Jérusalem. Qu’au lieu d’être le centre de toutes les tensions, elle devienne le centre de la tolérance, de l’unité dans la diversité ! Que Yeshoua, Jésus, Issa, le sauveur de tous soit aimé de tous et que son message soit suivi par tous ! Nous prions pour que les conflits religieux cessent, et que la religion soit remplacée par une relation vivante avec Dieu. Que le Prince de la paix y règne, selon ta promesse ! Amen ! »Avec amour,

Paul

[sweetbitterpdf]

11,13 for some tension 😄

( 50 cliché tropes and prompts !!! )

11. Secret relationship;

& 13. Both going to grab the same thing and touching hands, then making eye contact.

It was one thing to see Eliott outfitted in his robes for the Grand Ball.

This was an annual event, and they had been seeing each other just as frequently, if not more, ever since they could walk. The alliance between their two kingdoms was generations deep, and so when they celebrated, they did so together. And, naturally, when Eliott came down the staircase, his walk so graceful that he was nearly floating, Lucas’ breath caught in his throat. His robes were woven from the finest silk and they hugged him in all the right places. They drift down the stairs behind him, and his smile lights up the entire room. Lucas can hear others go silent as well, entranced by his beauty, and he really can’t blame them.

Eliott isn’t called the greatest beauty of the six realms for nothing, after all.

Eliott smiles at everyone as he makes his descent, but it changes when his eyes meet Lucas’. There’s a subtle shift, his smile morphing into something that is private— special, even. It is there one moment and gone the next, but Lucas will be damned if it doesn’t make the floor fall out from under his feet. Eliott makes his rounds and Lucas follows him with his eyes the entire time.

And then, as if after an eternity, Lucas can see him approach. His smile shifts just so, once again, and then Eliott is pressing a kiss to his cheek in greeting.

“Lucas,” He says, pulling back, and Lucas has half a mind to follow him, to throw caution to the wind and let everyone in the ballroom see what they are, see who they are, when they’re together. “It’s been too long, I’m charmed to see you again.”

Lucas has become greatly skilled in shoving down the human part of his brain and letting the princely part come forward.

“Eliott— likewise,” he says instead of kiss me again. “I trust your journey was acceptable?” He says instead of and again, and again.

At this point, though, he knows that Eliott does the same. Has done the same for quite some time.

“Oh, more than. Our driver is just as skilled as ever.” The thing about Eliott, however, is that he speaks with his eyes— a language which Lucas is growing increasingly fluent in. And the words he sees there are certainly not fit for a ball.

But that’s something they’ll talk about later.

“I’m glad to hear it.”

They spend the next little while chatting idly, and Lucas has to try with everything in him not to jump Eliott’s bones in the middle of everyone. It’s not lust that he feels for Eliott— not only, anyway— no, the ache that settles deep in his bones whenever Eliott leaves is something much more, something deeper. He wants to get him alone and whisper everything he wants to do to him, wet and hot in his ear, but he also wants to curl up together in his chambers until the sun of the early morning peeks through his blinds. He wants to take him out, to the greatest shows, to see the greatest sights. He wants to keep Eliott with him, keep him safe and—

Eliott’s gaze goes beyond Lucas, for a moment, and he sighs.

“I must go, mother’s calling me to mingle,” Eliott’s tone gives away exactly how much he wants— or doesn’t want— to go and converse with the various other royals present, scattered around the ballroom. He returns his focus to Lucas for a brief moment, though, and leans in close. “Save me a dance?” Once again, this moment is just for the two of them, a private moment between two men who care for each other, rather than surface-level small talk between two princes.

Lucas says, “Of course,” because who is he to refuse?

—

It was one thing to see Eliott outfitted in his robes, but it was a completely different matter to be seated next to him at the banquet table.

“Well this reunion certainly came sooner than expected.” Lucas says as Eliott’s seat is pulled out for him. In reality it’s barely been an hour since they had last spoken, but that’s an hour too long to be apart from Eliott, if you ask him. Lucas is sweating profusely under the multiple layers that he’s clothed in, but Eliott still looks just as perfect as he did when he first arrived— completely and utterly unfair.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” Eliott’s princely tone is back in full force, polite and aloof as the others seat themselves around them. “But not unwelcome..?” He asks, his tone shifting just so— and he looks almost… Hopeful? Part of Lucas wants to grab him, grab Eliott and kiss him until he can’t breathe, wants to show him how welcome it is, every time their eyes meet— how he loses his mind whenever they’re near each other.

“Of course it was welcome.” And then he leans in close, keeps his expression as neutral as he can, so not to attract attention as he whispers, “I thought I made that very clear, the last time I visited you…?” He hears the way Eliott gulps more than he sees it, as he pulls back into his own space.

“Indeed you did.”

“Good.” If you need, I’ll do it again, he almost says, but doesn’t. And again, and again. Lucas reaches for his goblet of wine at the same time as Eliott does, and their hands jump back simultaneously.

“Sorry,” Eliott says, “I believe that one’s yours, actually.” Lucas gets a devilish idea.

“No, no, by all means.” Lucas gestures toward the goblet, and Eliott takes a drink from it. Lucas watches the way his adam’s apple bobs, and then the goblet is set back down, right where it was before. Lucas waits for a moment, makes sure no one at the table is watching them, and then he takes the same cup. He makes sure Eliott is watching, though, as he takes a long swig, making sure to place his lips exactly where Eliott’s had been only a moment ago. Lucas sighs in contentment as he drinks, looks over and sees Eliott’s mouth agape as he watches him, unblinking. 

He then puts the goblet back, picks up his silverware, and continues with his dinner as if nothing had happened.

—

The feast comes and goes without a hitch, and then the guests are dispersing before they know it. Some of them are preparing to leave tonight, and some are staying overnight.

Eliott— thank the stars— is one of the latter.

As far as visitors go, he’s a bit of a regular. For any big event such as this, he seems to be able to convince his parents to let him stay for at least a night, sometimes more. When Lucas visits, he does the same. Lucas really isn’t sure how he does it— he suspects some sort of magic, though even his kingdom’s most skilled scientists haven’t discovered anything of the sort.

It had started off innocuous enough, their sleepovers. Their parents had done the same thing when they were young. It helped to grow their alliance into a bond, and both kingdoms had the deepest faith that their respective princes would be taken care of whenever they visited. At first they stayed in the guest chambers, two beds in one grand room. After the first few times, though, they had asked to sleep in Lucas’ bedroom, and the Queen had been nothing but supportive.

And then they would spend their nights next to each other. They would talk about their lessons, their parents, the stars— everything and anything, into the wee hours of the morning. Eliott would tell him about the blossoming young princess that his parents were insisting that he get to know better, but Lucas would be too taken by the glow of his eyes in the low light to pay much attention.

When Lucas was seventeen— and Eliott, nineteen— though, something changed.

Something changed, and their childhood sleepovers turned into, well… This.

Lucas hisses as his back thuds against the wall, and Eliott swallows the sound quickly. They’re in the corridor just outside of Lucas’ chambers. Lucas was trying to be patient, was trying to wait until they got in his room, but when Eliott had yanked him back, he certainly didn’t complain. 

His corridor is nearly as private, anyway.

“Hello to you too,” Lucas jokes, and Eliott scoffs before crushing their lips together once more.

“Shut up,” His words are harsh but his tone is gentle, so gentle. Lucas doesn’t realize just how much he’s missed this voice, this face, this man. And then Eliott, as if sensing Lucas’ thoughts, says— “I’ve missed you. Gods, how I’ve missed you,”

“I know the feeling. Words really cannot do the ache justice.” His chest is hollow, when they’re apart. It’s as if Eliott takes Lucas’ heart with him when he leaves, as if he keeps it with him when Lucas leaves for his own home.

“Do you know how incredible you look tonight?” Eliott asks. Lucas certainly doesn’t— the only thing he knows for certain is that he is, without a doubt, the sweatiest person in this entire castle. Request less layers next time, he makes a mental note to his seamstress. But the way Eliott looks at him makes him feel incredible, makes him feel beautiful, like he wants to bask in it.

“Not half as incredible as you.” Half of Lucas wants to make a joke about his title, about him being the greatest beauty of the six realms, but he doesn’t. He remembers the conversation they had, when they were a little bit younger, a little bit more hesitant with their hands and their words. 

I hate it, when people call me that, Eliott once said, because I never feel it. And sometimes I don’t want to be anything except Eliott. Lucas had kissed him then, quick and soft.

Then I won’t, Lucas once replied, and then— Thank you for telling me.

Of course I would tell you, Eliott kissed him, then. You’re the only person that makes me feel like myself.

“I would argue,” Eliott interrupts himself by pressing kisses along Lucas’ neck, making him gasp and groan. It’s as if he can’t control himself, and that just makes Lucas flush an even deeper red. “If I weren’t about to rip every single article of clothing off of you.” Even through the quickly settling haze over Lucas’ senses, he has enough lucidity to scoff. Eliott pulls away, but only slightly. “No, but really, green is definitely your colour.” And then he’s back on Lucas’ neck, as if he had never left. It’s been so long that when Eliott sucks at the skin in just the right spot, Lucas throws his head back and moans. “I had to use everything in me to keep from whisking you away all night.” The image of it makes him shiver. Not only him and Eliott whisking one another away, but the idea of them being able to do such a thing without sneaking around, being able to do such a thing in front of people.

Maybe someday.

And, in any case—

“Now I’m whisked,” Lucas says, flipping them around, pinning Eliott to the wall, reveling in the way Eliott gasps in surprise. “And we’re alone, just you and me.” If he thought that he was sensitive after so long apart, he certainly wasn’t prepared for the full-blown whimper that bubbles up from Eliott’s throat as he whispers right into his ear— “Gods, Eliott, I want you.”

“You have me.” Eliott breathes out as Lucas noses along his jawline, inhaling his scent. “You have me all night, and all morning, and for every day that follows.” Eliott’s hugging him closer, gently but nonetheless, and Lucas’ heart is fit to burst. Because Eliott is here, and he is here, and they’re together, and—

And—

“I love you.” I love you more than anything. My soul is yours, I trust you to care for it, he wants to say. But it’s Eliott, and so Lucas doesn’t have to. They have a language of their own, and Eliott has never had trouble understanding his unspoken words.

“And I love you.” Eliott says, and Lucas knows, he knows, but hearing it still makes him warm all over, makes him want to duck his head down to hide his blush.

Sort of like Eliott is, right now.

Lucas is confused, momentarily. Eliott doesn’t typically have trouble voicing his affections, Lucas is the one that does things like this. But then, answering Lucas’ question before he even has the chance to ask it, Eliott says, “I’m not going to last, Lucas, please.”

And then they’re laughing, light and airy and in love, as they travel the rest of the way down the corridor. 

#skam #skam france #elu #lucas x eliott #elu fic #asks; #amis anonymes; #mywriting; #issa prince au!! #also lowkey a long distance au but that part was completely unintentional!! #i was really stuck on this prompt for the longest time #but then this idea hit me like a freight train #and yeah! 2.1k words later there's this! #may be partially inspired by henry in rwrb bc i just finished it and i would die for him #i really went full gay with this; there's so much yearning; so much aching; #ANYWAY i hope this is okay anon!! #let me know what you think my loves!!!

[thewolfprince]

Poly Kingdommates fluff!

For @lunarlight-posts , one of my best friends and my found-family.

Daniel Archer Storm thought he knew love. Tanner had been his first boyfriend. They had shared secrets whispered on late night watches, shared sleepy smiles in the morning. They sparred, helped each other grow.

The Eight was his first family. People he defended with blade and word. He loved them, yes. They had come from scared teens to mighty warriors—with a price.

Daniel looked over at Issacore, who was curled up with Jay wrapped in his arms. He watched Cedric’s chest move as he breathed. He gazed at Kayndrais, watching the dragon-turned-human turning onto his side.

Daniel Archer Storm thought he had known love. But this... was better. He was truly safe here—with his boyfriends.

For the first time in years, the Eight Of Wind felt a sense of peace. This was where he belonged.

#poly kingdommates #daniel archer storm #Not whump #Fluff #prince cedric #Cedric #Kayn #Kayndrais #Jay #eight is a lucky number #Eight is a lucky number au #Issac #Issa #Issacore #Eight of wind

[calciopics]

How the world watched the World Cup

#World Cup 2018 #Russia 2018 #Paris #Zagreb #Nairobi #Kolkata #Miami beach #Dakar #Ain Issa #Seoul #london #Berlin #Port-au-Prince #Brussels #mozambique #El Jem #Mogadishu #Songini Khairkhan #Bangladeshi #Narathiwat #Buenos Aires #Rio de Janeiro #Tehran #Reykjavik #Tokyo #Mexico City #calcio #football #fussball #foot

[dollscircus]

so the premise of the selection (the series) is the crown prince needing to a wife by selecting one girl out of 35 (one girl from each state). the main character is a girl who hatess the monarchy but only joins because her family is a bit above the poverty line and need the extra money that all the girls earn during their time at the palace. she also has a childhood lover who she doesnt wanna leave behind (yes issa love triangleeee)

she meets the prince and starts to fall in love. she goes back and forth between the two men. drama and angst ensueeee

sam as the prince and darlin as the main lead

dont know if i want them to follow the exact story of the book series, or just use the concept of the selection and put sam and darlin in that au

- :)

Yeah just go with the general premise because i personally fucking hate love triangles.

Darlin losing their fucking mind when Sam picks them, like why them??

#:) bitch :)

[youralwaysandforever]

the greatest seducer

Draco Malfoy x Female!Reader

disclaimer; English is not my first language, I am sorry for any mistakes!

summary: born to a pureblood Gryffindor family, she had been sorted into Slytherin, cunning, determined. Everyone had wanted her, but she had been desiring the Slytherin Prince; Draco Malfoy. Who shall win on the game of seduction?! (Harry Potter AU / no Voldy)

warning: strong language, graphic sexual scenes.

“Isolde”, I glanced up, and met a pair of blue eyes, I had been sitting at a table at the back of the library.

“Cousin”, I replied and turned my eyes to the papers, while Ronald Weasley took a seat opposite of me. “Is there something you need?”

“I do want your help actually”, I grinned fondly, even though I had been related to the Weasleys, I haven’t had the best relationship with them, except from the twins, Fred and George had been the best company. I barely exchanged a word with Ron.

“What exactly you want, and what do I gain from it”, I returned and crossed my arms, he just scoffed at me.

“Bloody Slytherins”, he whispered and glanced away, “If you don’t help, say it, so I wouldn’t be wasting my time”

“It’s about Hermione, isn’t it?”, his eyes found mine, I couldn’t help but smirk at him.

“How you know?”, I leaned my back against the chair and stared at him with an amused face.

“You’re being too obvious, dear cousin”, I said and he lowered his gaze. “Everyone knows that Hermione is going on a date with Theodore Nott on Hogsmeade”

“Could you make sure he doesn’t go to the date?”, he said slowly, “I had planned to ask her myself but that fucking snake had to-”

“Remember you ask the help of a snake too, Ronald”, I returned, “And frankly, Theo is a good guy”, his eyes narrowed at me and I chuckled, “But I’ll make sure he won’t make it”

“Really?”, his blue eyes sparked with hope.

“Theo may be my friend but you’re my baby cousin”, he stood from the chair and hugged me tightly, I did wrap my arms around him as well.

“Thank you, thank you”, I smiled.

“You’re very welcome”

“Aw! What a sweet family moment”, we separated to find Draco Malfoy leaning against the shelves, hands crossed, his knowing smirk on his face. “Careful Issa, you might get something if you stay too close to that thing”

“Listen here, you spoiled brat-”, Ron began.

“Ron”, my cousin turned towards me, and I motioned for him to leave us, which he did.

I glared at Draco, his smirk only widening. I gathered my notes and books into my bag, ignoring him. Then, I felt two hands gripping roughly my hips and turning me around.

“What did the Weasel want?”, he asked and stared at me.

“What are you doing here, Draco?”, I asked back and he only laughed before nuzzling his face on my neck.

“I asked first”, he shot back and held my waist tighter making me let out a small hiss, while his teeth grazed on my neck.

“I”, I tried to control my breathing, “I don’t care”, and I pushed him away. “Find someone else to play with”, I patted his cheek and stepped away from him.

I headed back to the Slytherin Common Room, Theo had been sitting at the armchair by the fireplace with a book on his hand. I sat at the armchair next to him, he smiled at me and placed a hand on my thigh, but his eyes had been still the book. Theo and I had been close, despite everyone saying he would become like his Death Eater father, I hadn’t believed it. I trusted him.

Draco walked into the room, a few minutes later with some fifth-year-brunette hanging from his arm. They sat at the couch exactly opposite from us and began to snog. I rolled my eyes at them and turned towards Theo, who seemed to have a wide amused smirk on, he had known about mine’s and Draco’s little game, I had never wanted someone like that before in my life.

“Have you planned anything for Saturday?”, I asked and Theo barely glanced at me.

“You already know that I do”, he answered, and as his fingertips caressing my thigh in a comforting way. “I might be available tonight though”, I beamed at him. We had been having sex every now and then, always as friends, of course.

“Well, I had plans for Saturday night”, I said smirking.

“No plans for Saturday, Nott”, suddenly came a voice.

Draco had been glaring at us, the brunette seemed to have abandoned him. I grinned like the Cheshire cat, I have known that mine and Theo’s relationship always bothered him but I couldn’t care less.

“We have a match against Ravenclaw on Sunday, we would have double practice on Saturday”, Draco had been the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team.

“Why would I need to be on double practice? I’m just a second seeker”, Theo replied, and Draco stood and walked to the boys dormitory.

“Because I said so, and don’t bring that viper inside”, Draco glared at me.

“Fuck you, Malfoy”, I shot back and showed him my middle finger.

“Wouldn’t you love that, darling”, he walked out of the common room.

“You should head to bed”, I said to Theo while staring at the closed door of the dormitory. I stood up and as I had been about to move away; Theo caught me and pulled on his lap.

“I’m not sleepy”, he nuzzled his head against my hair and I sighed, he circled his hands around my waist, I turned my head sideways to face him and he quickly smashed his lips on mine.

“Theo”, I muttered against his mouth and he smirked at me. He turned me around so I would be straddling him, kissed me rough, our tongues had been battling for dominance. He squeezed my behind, and I let out a moan, letting him win, for now.

His hands traveled under my skirt, I groaned as he bit on my lower lip, and at the same time his fingers had entered my wet core, stimulating me and thrusting in and out harshly. We locked eyes he smiled at me and pressed his lips on me while he kept fingering me. As I had been lost in the sensation, I found a pair of eyes staring at me. He had been standing by a dark corner with his hand inside his pants, stroking himself, while he had been looking at us. I smirked and he glared at me. If Draco Malfoy had wanted a show then so be it.

I quickly undid Theo’s pants and replaced his fingers with his hard member. We both let out a moan, and I cast a wandless silencing charm around us. Then my hands started unbuttoning my shirt, my eyes locked to Draco, once my lacy peach bra had been exposed, he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. Theo cupped my breasts over my bra and nipped my neck. I had been near my release, Theo had been thrusting, no, pounding in me and the fact that Draco had been watching us, turned on me even more. Draco came, I could tell by his face, Theo followed, and then I did as silenced-screamed Theo’s name and crushed my lips to his, making sure that Draco had been watching us.

Draco casted some cleaning spells on himself before retiring to the dorms. I released a breath that I hadn’t known I had been holding and gazed at Theo, he had been dreamingly smiling at me and after I cleaned us both, I cuddled up on his arms, he put his chin on my head and I sighed satisfied.

“Promise to wait for me after practice, tomorrow”, he told me, kissing the crown of my head and I nodded.

We stayed like that for a few hours before each went to our dormitories. I had been happy with my friends-with-benefits relationship I had developed with Theo, but Draco Malfoy had been another story.

The next day, Saturday, I had been sitting with Pansy and Daphne during breakfast, they had been talking about their plans for Hogsmeade but honestly I have not been in the mood. I wanted Malfoy, on his knees, and begging for my touch. Since last night I couldn’t stop thinking about him masturbating in the sight of Theo and me having sex in the common room.

Suddenly, a paper shaped like a swan appeared in my hands. I unfolded it cautiously not wanting the others to see its content. It had been a letter from Ron.

"Thanks, Issa! I owe you one! I’ll join Ginny and Harry to your match against Ravenclaw tomorrow, hope to see you there! R.B.W."

I smiled at myself and responded to Ron; that I would be at the match. After breakfast, I headed back to my dormitory to change before I heading to Hogsmeade.

It had been mid February, a rainy and chilly day, I had worn a pair of tight back pants, a grey shirt and ankle high leather black boots. I fixed my wavy red hair half up half down. I grabbed my coat, put on its hood and after casting a couple of warming spells, I left.

I arrived outside of the Three Broomsticks; I instantly noticed a pair of red heads. I rushed down the street.

“Sollie!”, I hated that nickname so much but because it had been them, I hadn’t mind.

They both wrapped their arms around me, and I held them tightly. I had missed them, hadn’t seen them in over seven months since they’ve both graduated last year.

“How have you been?”, Fred asked and I smiled.

“I’m fine”, I glanced at them, “How about you? How’s the shop going?”

“Business is booming”, George replied with a grin.

We headed inside and sat at a booth by the window, I had noticed that Hermione and Ron had been sitting in a booth by themselves, they both waved at us and we waved back. After we ordered our drinks, George and Fred told me about their shop and that they had been thinking to open a second on Hogsmeade, and that they’ve wanted to expand their potion products, which had been the reason they wanted to meet me. I had been surprised when I had received their letter, saying they had a business proposition for me.

“Isolde!”, I glanced up, Daphne had been standing by our booth while trying to catch her breath, “It’s Theo, he got injured during practice”

“What?!”, I quickly stood up. “They weren’t supposed to start for another hour”

“I know, but Draco changed the time”, she explained, “He’s pretty bad, Issa”

I looked towards my cousins, Fred smiled at me, and gestured with his head for me to go, George nodded.

“I’ll try a few formulas and write you”

“Alright”, George said, “We’ll be waiting for your owl”

I hugged them both tightly, and followed Daphne out of the pub. We hurried towards the school, as we had been on the road, she told me that Theo had been hit by a Bludger to his side breaking some of his ribs and dislocating his shoulder. Draco changed his position; made him the Beater which hadn’t made sense since Theo had been thin and fast not strong enough for it.

I ran into the Hospital Wing, Pansy, Blaise, and Draco had been standing next to Theo’s bed, and I stepped towards him, he had bandages around his waist, and the bruises had been very clear and his shoulder had been bent over his chest. I peeped at Draco, his eyes lowered to the floor.

“What happened?”, I hissed, staring at Theo who had been sleeping.

“A Bludger hit him and threw him off his broom there hadn’t been anyone to catch him in time”, Blaise said.

“Why he had been the Beater to begin with?!”

“Cause Goyle caught a magical stomach bug and he won’t be able to play tomorrow”, Draco answered his eyes burning on mine.

“Why you put Theo on that position? You should have known that he wouldn’t be able to doge it, did you do this on purpose?!”, he scoffed.

“Believe whatever you want, Prewett”, he returned, “I need to find a new Beater or we might lose the game before we even get to play!”

He exited the Hospital Wing, and Blaise followed him. I sat at a chair next to Theo’s bed, his black locks had been falling in his eyes, his gorgeous ocean blue eyes hidden from sight. Why it had to happen to him.

“You need us to stay?!”, Pansy said, I shook my head. “We’ll come by before dinner”, she gave my shoulder a light squeeze and left the room along with Daphne.

I had been left alone with Theo, hours later, and I had fallen asleep on the armchair with my hands hugging my knees. I then felt someone touching my arm and I opened my eyes to see Blaise.

“You should head for dinner, I’ll watch him”, I nodded and stood up, as I had been to leave Blaise called me, “Draco hit him with the Bludger, he heard Theo and I talking about you, Theo told me that you would meet after practice. You never heard it from me”, I stepped out of the infirmary.

The next day, Sunday, I checked on Theo at the wing before heading to the Quidditch Pitch. I had been on the mood for great chaos, Draco Malfoy had messed with the wrong person. I have been dressed to kill, or more likely to seduce, like Daphne told me when she saw me. I had picked a dress that reached above my knees, thigh high black boots and a long brown coat

Once I got to the stands, I noticed Ron waving at me, he had been with Ginny and Harry, the three of them been standing out so much cause of their Gryffindor scarves. I sat by Ron and offered warm smiles at the others before turning my attention toward the game.

Slytherin had been losing, the Golden Snitch haven’t been spotted yet, Draco and Ravenclaw’s Seeker had been wandering around the stadium searching for it. The new Beater for Slytherin had been a fourth year, muscular, seemed like a good choice.

Suddenly, a loud scream disturbed my thoughts and when I glanced up someone had been falling toward the ground, blond hair, Slytherin uniform. Draco had been leading his broom straight for the grass, but he stirred it up before he hit the field . Then, everybody cheered Draco had caught the snitch, Slytherin won.

“He has improved”, I heard Harry saying, and I looked at Draco, the team had been cheering for the Captain and then they moved to the locker rooms.

“Would you like to come with us for a butterbeer?!”, Ron asked me.

“I would love to, go ahead and I’ll join you”, he, Harry and Ginny walked out the pitch going to Hogsmeade.

I had known that Draco would always take his time in the shower after a successful game. Once I had been sure everyone had left, I stepped in the locker rooms, I put some silencing and locking spells on the door to make sure we wouldn’t be disturbed. I sat down a bench, crossing one leg over the other, my coat long gone. Them the shower stopped running.

“Isolde?!”, I locked eyes with the Slytherin Prince, he had been wearing only a blue bathrobe, half-opened.

I slowly moved towards him, the moment I had been in front of him, my hand flew harshly across his face, slapping him. He glared at me through his wet locks before he could say anything, I pinned him against a near wall and kissed me.

He had been surprised for just a moment but then he complied, both of his hands cupped my face, holding me firmly against him. I had ripped open his robe and pressed my body against his naked one and I felt him groan against our joined lips. He switched our places, and I found myself with my back against the wall, his hands shifted under my dress and gripped the edges of my panties, and stopped kissing me and looked at me. I nodded and he yanked them down, grabbed my ass and hoisted me up, I secured my legs around him and he shoved in me without a warning. I cried loudly his name, throwing my head against the wall, holding on his shoulders for dear life. His tongue had been on my neck, sucking and nibbling roughly, as my fingers slid through his wet locks. He had been thrusting into me brutally, I could feel myself clenching around him and he had to be feeling it too. He started to pound, I smashed my lips to his, and I heard him moan before he picked up his pace even more and we both let out a moan us we reached our climax together. He rested his forehead, eyes closed, while I had been looking at him. He slowly set me back down, and I retrieved my underwear from the ground.

“Why”, he asked and held my face in place so I would be looking at him. “For what is worth I’m sorry about Theo, Issa”

“You better be”, I snapped and pressed my lips to his, nipping his lower lip. “I have to head to Hogsmeade, I expect you to see Theo tonight, and apologize”, I said as I put back on my coat.

“You haven’t answered my question”, I glanced from at him under my eyelashes with a proud smirk. “You had it planned, hadn't you”

“Maybe”, I answered and turned and faced him. “You and I know that it would have happened sometime, I wouldn't let you get the satisfaction of doing the first step”, his grey eyes narrowed, I walked to the door, “I haven’t finished with you. I’ll be seeing you tonight”

When I reached the Three Broomsticks, Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione have been sitting with Daphne, Pansy and Blaise, enjoying butterbeers, laughing altogether.

I sat between Daphne and Pansy, they both had been glancing at me with a knowing smirk. I rolled my eyes and ordered a butterbeer.

“Malfoy enjoyed the victory gift”, Pansy said, I smiled and nodded. “Theo has woke, but he’s still weak, and Madam Pomfrey has given him potions for the pain”

“I’ll head to see him tomorrow after class”, I looked at the hour, we would need to head back to the castle in about an hour. I had already wanted to see him again.

I sensed someone touching my arm, I hadn’t noticed that everyone around the table had stopped talking. I turned to find those grey eyes I had been longing for. He offered me his hand, I quickly took it and followed him outside, ignoring what everyone else said.

We had been walking towards the castle, we haven’t even said a word. We reached the Astronomy Tower, and then he turned and faced me.

“I visited Theo”, he spoke softly, I approached him. “I told him that what happened had been because I had been jealous, and he said that he would forgive me, if I finally confessed to you”

“Confess?!”, I crossed my arms in front of my chest, “I don’t want your confession, Draco”, he glanced at me. “In fact why would you think cause we shagged, I would want to date you”

“Who are you kidding, Issa?”, he returned and moved slowly towards me, “You have wanted me as much as I have for the past years and it isn’t just sex, you and I know that”

“I’m not gonna date you, Malfoy”, I responded again.

“Trust me, love, you will”, he cupped my face and pressed his lips on mine roughly, not giving me time to react. “I’ll make you want it and beg for it”

His arm had been around my waist, the other pushed my head backwards by the hair and he started letting wet kisses over my neck. I had closed my eyes to the amazing sensation of his tongue wandering my neck, I tried to hold back my moan but I couldn’t. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck just as his lips found mine once again. He rapidly removed his coat, and laid it on the floor, transfigured it to a mattress. I began working on my own clothes, undoing my coat, pulling my dress over my head. I jumped on him, and he moved us onto the mattress where we found each other tangled together. I had been lying beneath him in my lacy dark blue bra and thong, his eyes widened with need. After he had gotten rid of his sweater and pants, he kissed me hard, while his hands traveled to my underwear, jerking them down. I hissed when the cold wind brushed over my private area, but I quickly passed that as Draco launched his warm tongue into my center. Just when I had been about to climax, he lowered his lips to the inside of my thigh and pushed two fingers inside of me, making me arch my back. I let out a loud cry when he added a third finger in me and then worked with his lips again in me. My hands slipped in his boxers and I stroked him at a fast pace. We had been both near our release, he pushed down his boxers and enter me in a harsh move. He started to pound in me, shoving himself deeper, and deeper. His heavy breathing had been next to my ear, and he had been growling my name, biting my earlobe, and moaning heavily, his rhythm had been almost brutal, but I loved every second of it. The moment he kissed me while hugging me close, made me come undone. I sighed and smiled pleased when he orgasmed after me. It had been the best shag of my life.

“I won”, he uttered and I scoffed, he had been laying next to me with one hand dropped over my stomach, and a leg caught between my thighs. I straddled him and he seemed to be taken aback by my movements.

“You won”, I positioned him inside me again, we both let a groan and then I began bouncing, “You won this round”, I removed my bra and lowered myself so our naked chests would be touching. I heard him hissing at the feeling of my erected nipples against his body.

He suddenly flipped us over and I found myself under him again. He thrust in me roughly, his mouth circled around my hardened nipple and then his hand began massaging my womanhood. I gripped his blonde hair and threw my head back while moaning his name, as my second release for tonight had taken over me. He had been a proud smug on his face, and then he had been kissing me, slowly, passionately, affectionately.

“I think I won again”, he said softly, brushing his nose against mine and kissing me on the cheek.

“We have all night, don’t we”, I responded and he just squeezed my ass, before pressing another sweet kiss on my lips.

“And all year, if you need to”, he told me and I smiled.

Whether our sexual tension would turn to something more, I would happily accept Draco as my boyfriend, but for the time being, I had wanted nothing but him inside me. I think in the end both Draco Malfoy and I lost, and we had been completely fine with it.

Warmly, Isolde Prewett.

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[eeunoia]

Can I just say your vampire au with Enhypen issa bop 😭 I love your writing so much and I love you!! 😩 btw can I request for a Royalty au with Enha? like they're a prince and ur a princess. Thanks love!

hello love! thank you so so much and i love you too! ❤️ I love your suggestion so i'll put it in my WIP. I still have a lot so it may take a while but i promise to write it. have a nice day!

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[chaneajoyyy]

Hey girl! How are you. Would you please be able to provide a list of M’Baku fics? Or maybe link to one you’ve already done? Thank you so much!

M’BAKU FICS (UPDATED)

- all fics and headcanons- @plussizeappreciationfics (search m’baku x reader)

- just for tonight series, crown royal on ice, two left feet-  @ghostfacekill-monger

- warm colors series- @mermaidchansons (search m’baku x reader)

- just the way you are series (included), making changes, they don’t know (you’re one in a million) series-  @iliketowrite1996

- crop series, boxer!baku series, long live the chief series, bluff, in full bloom series, into the grey series, snow day, blood in the snow series, cities on the horizon series (continuation of blood in the snow), all things better with time series, peaches in a plastic cup series, echos and wind series, the arriva series, the smoke series, it just reminded me of you that’s all, defending her honor, i need your shirt for reasons, i love you you know?, math was never my strongsuit, love in the time of neo-soul, come away with me, at the end of the day, heart eyes under pictures, ember, sweet georgia brown, under a starlit sky, reflection, jabari engagement, ships in the night, pickles and peanut butter, just like honey, fear of falling, what i wanted for christmas, careless whisper, rope, snow day, countdown, thigh ride, house hunters: jabari edition, drunk m/baku, halloween, jicho and the glasses, the three hundred, poem series-  @muse-of-mbaku

-healing gardens series, it’s complicated series, extra credit series, just business series, coming home series (with what’s for dessert?), warrior spirit, diplomatic affairs, fading away, gemini rising: birthday edition,  @jellybean531

- untitled series, close to heaven (starbound) series, love is a losing game, loving you is poison, this house we live in series (with yours and yours alone), it’s cold- @katasstrophey

- baby stay, beautiful form series, are you cold?- @avenging-fics

- some weeks are better than others series, play though? series, moronic jealousy, risky dreams, world’s best baba, santa cant bring me what i need (included), wakanda got yall (included), fictober 24 series (you know this, you this to be true), people like you have no imagination, but i will never forget, try harder next time, i know how you love to play games, you know this you know this to be true-, i’ve waited so long for this-  @eerythingisshaka

- fever series, work for me series, m’baku smitten by your presence-  @mbakusthrone 

- shopping series- @mbakusprincess

- where i belong series-  @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan

- all fics- @supersizemeplz

- black panther trinity parent drabbles (included), her first steps, m’baku’s reaction to sick!reader being clingy, m’baku headcanons, hc: m’baku falling for a girl who is almost too busy with books to really notice his flirting attempts, tiny warrior, how do you think m’baku would feel towards his s/o visiting other countries, to provide, m’baku wants another child, how m’bkau and his s/o would roast each other, hc: giving birth to multiple sets of boys (is twins, triplets, quadruplets) for m’baku, m’baku’s reaction to being called thick daddy in front of him, hc: having a baby girl with m’baku, shea butter, m’baku x tall chubby reader, hc: what it’s like to be married to m’baku- @black-mcu-imagines (scroll for m’baku x reader)

- bali, indonesia; not gon cry series, yearning for m’baku, metting m’baku, bruised and breathless, baby it’s yours, teasing m’baku- @babygirlofwakanda / @brwnsugababe

-big chop, still in love- @theficplug (still in love) - (scroll down for m’baku)/ @maleficentcheekbones

- her mountain of bliss series-  @aloevverified

- brown skin, oh angel, forever mine, best baba ever, the heat of trinidad series- @artisticestheticreads

- blood demon-@hearteyes-for-killmonger

- give it to me, mr. stamina, tradition series, truth or dare series, the garden, princess, 2 hours, would you rather?, i’m right here- @sonofnjobu

- all imagines- @mcusocialimagines

- he spills (included)- @captainsaveasmut

- all moodboards- @babybluepeaches

- no, you can’t take a break; scraped m’baku headcanon, m’baku titty worship headcanon, the prince series, wakandan boys foot fetish (included), is this love? series (included), v.i.p., you owe her an apology-  @madamslayyy

-crawl into your sleep series (m’baku x muse), angel in disguise series (included), umdlalo series- @terrablaze514

- all fics, drabbles and hc’s- @laketaj24

-  ikiumkani wam, river goddess, young god, ngelosi, sugar & spice series, chokola- @pocmarvelworks

- prove it series (included-stupid cupid)- @wawakanda-btch

- best mistake, hennessey series, m’baku’s wife: countdown, m’baku’s wife: flowers in the hallway, m’baku’s father daughter dance-hc, m’baku’s wife’s big chop, m’baku: best mistake, m’baku’s wife: gold- @imagine-mbaku

- m’baku nsfw headcanons, make you feel my love, daddy m’baku & your daughter vs you, m’baku gets to know you- @loganzhowletts (search m’baku x reader)

-to be lost- @marvellovegalore

- turtleneck, a punishing tease series- @hidden-treasures21

-all fics, blurbs, headcanons @brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers (scrooll for m’baku x reader)

- first time, birthday request, thank you next, truth or dare (included), karaoke night series, party time, issa fake plant, i missed you- @iwannalearnhowtoship

- pancakes, heart of ice, visiting hours (included), pancakes-  @bakarilennox

-chanllenge day: the aftermath- @taterjoseph (scroll for blackpantherimagine)

- missed you, lucky i love you, clumsy series, when you listen- @i-jus-wanna-writehappy

- gaining favor- @littlemessyjessi

- made in sunshine series, t’challa brings m’baku on a diplomatic whatever, caramels- @lesqui

-snowfall series, the chosen one series, a new way, the beginning, say yes series, a seat on the throne- @devnicolee

- welcome to the jabari series, the chose bride series, polygamy series- @snowbaku

- hair day- @sisterwifeudaku

- bookworm imagines (included), you are beautiful series (included), hair folicles series (included), beads of temptation series (included), for the good of the jabari people series, without your approval series, the weight of series, wakandan boys as a kpop group (included), wakandan supernatural aus/imagines (inlcuded), wakanda as warewolves imagines (included), your best nightmare series (inlcuded), moodboards (wakanda as 80′s movie the lost boys, wakanda as 90′s movie the crow (included), willing heart- @youreallyshouldtalkmore (check masterlist)

- imagine being nakia’s sister and catching m’baku’s interest series-  @thekrazykeke

- 4 series- @tgigoldie

- cabin in the snow series, fated instinct series, price, whipped cream a la m’baku- @greennightspider

-ife wa gbona- @blackmarvelfics

- the princess and i series- @thirst4fictionalmen

- jabari illness- @thatonefanficalien

- newcomer in te tribe, please stop making me fall in love with you!- @thepaperpanda

- all m’baku fics- @wakandanblogger (scroll for black panther x reader, m’baku x reader, black panther series, black pantherm’baku, black panther one shot, masterlist)

- our love in color series and its one shot no interruptions, what would you have me do? series, another heir, forget his name, full body, satisfied, a well deserved rest, have it your way series-  @wakandan-flowerz

- having children with m’baku, m’baku in a relationship- @haechvn (search black panther x reader)

- hot springs series (with stay and family)- @brvcebanter (on masterlist and search m’baku x reader for family)

- formalities, m’baku as your husband headcanons- @gaytonystark 

- m’baku drabble/imagine #1- @lady-olive-oil (under winston duke baelist)

- imagine: m’baku, your new boyfriend, promising t’challa, you best friend, that he’l treat you right; imagine: m’baku trying to be casual about inviting you to stay with his people for a while, imagine: being an ambassador between the royals and the jabari tribe and everyone knows you and m’baku have a thing for each other, with bets on how long it will take for one of you to say something; dating m’baku would include- @obscure-imagines (search m’baku imagine or scroll for obscure-imagines and hit m’baku imagine for more mbaku imagines)

- dating m’baku headcanons- @starryeyedmillennial (hit the first m’baku tag in search bar)

- being an outsider and falling for m’baku would include- @black-panther-imagines (scroll for m’baku)

- persuasion- @angelofmusic36

- the line- @im5ftbutmythroat66

- untitled m’baku drabble-  @itsjustyazz (scroll for black panther fanfiction)

- hennessey homies (included), soft series- @hoopshoney (scroll for black panther fanfiction)

- still beautiful- @blackreaderstation (scroll for my writing)

- again- @persephones24

- golden series- @the-stories-in-my-head-95

- pretty brown eyes, american!reader meeting m’baku would be like… series (with american!reader meeting m’baku would be like… part2 and date night)- @icycheri (click on mbaku x reader)

- moodboard imagines: m’baku marries a western woman, m’baku’s wife is from the river tribe; m’baku and your daughter, the princess- @wakandascrystal

- m’baku teasing you on how shy and clumsy you actually are inlcude, m’baku and t’challa fighting over you would include, having a child with m’baku would include, losing your virginity to m’baku would include, m’baku finding out about your size king would inlcude- @underratedcharactersimagines (search mbaku)

- the argument- @pantherxrogers

- to tame the wild, black panther greek life (included) @sweettea-and-honeybutter (scroll for masterlist)

-never enough)- @hogwarts–imagines

- beneath your beautiful- @ashanti-notthesinger

- sweet thang series-, the best part, bow to me- @wakandamama

- even as a shadow (even as a dream)- @sugardaddytonystark

- thick reader losing her virgininty to m’baku, a beautiful family- @wonderthor

- just my imagination- @kittenwritesstuff (search mbaku x reader)

- m’baku fluff alphabet- @ourhappylies

- the gorilla and his children- @non-stop-imagines

-show me who you are series- @fanficsj​ (scroll for m’baku x reader)

- those left behind- @thepokyone

- the dark, the night, the dawn’s light, the deep fall,and the cold-  @master-sass-blast

- m’baku x reader, i like the original- @master-of-junk

- punishment series- @ljb-novels

- will you stay- @justsomewritingsandshit

- my ocean and your mountains series- @mo-anz

- proud- @akamaiden​

- protector of her heart series- @fictioninmyblood​

- laughter series (with: joy)- @imagines-plus​

- a cause for celebration- @melonshino-writes​

- and i you, my love; hands, his girl, untitled, you are mine- @marvelmaree

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[marvel-ousnesss]

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DESCENDANTS:

↠ The Pirate and the Witch (Harry Hook x reader) * - five parts posted, PAUSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE

↠ Little Flame (Hades x reader)

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My very own Prince Charming (Bucky x reader royal au) *

THE WITCHER:

↠ Flesh, not porcelain (Geralt x reader) *

Part II

Part III

DIVERGENT:

↠ "Just trained a bit," said the liar (Eric x reader)

X-MEN:

↠ Safe Heaven (Warren Worthington III x reader)

ELITE:

↠ When you look at me (Valerio x reader)

↠ There for you (Valerio x reader)

↠ Unrequited (Valerio x reader)

HARRY STYLES:

↠ Hand in hand (Harry Styles x reader)

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER:

↠ The one with the boiling rock (Zuko x reader)

↠ The one with all the theatrics (Zuko x reader)

↠ Sokka x reader

THE FOLLOWING FICS ARE NOT MINE, JUST THE ONES I’VE REBLOGED

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Love her for me (Steve Rogers x reader) by @visionspaprika

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Duvet days and vanilla ice-cream (Luke Hemmings x reader) by @fuckin-psychotic

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[hunnyuwu]

Thank you for the tag, @bl--ankhaeji​ !! Love you hun and sorry this took so long<3

(btw, I’m basically giving mini descriptions, which I suck at, so please give these a read even though these descriptions will do nothing for them lol)

To Call You Mine || Part 1 (Kun) : I definitely did not write this on a complete whim when I saw THAT photo of Kun in that blue suit (Pictured at the top in my fic). He just looked so pretty, I couldn’t resist haha. Anyways, in short, it is about the daughter of a wealthy business conglomerate being in love with her strict, business-like assistant, Mr. Kun himself. While it sounds extremely bland, it gets a little ~~~spicy~~~ by the end after a few glasses of wind and crumbling inhibitions, so give it a read if you want. It is also part one, so I will be releasing part two soon!!

Muse (Johnny) : I like this fic because it is about photographer Johnny! This fic deals more with image portrayal and self love, so the thought of this one warms my heart as I think a lot of us need more self love in our lives haha. Let’s just say that Mr. Johnny leads us on our journey to accepting ourselves as we are.

Royal Flour (Jeno) : A three part series that I keep putting off, but I do have a part one! Issa little rough, but it’s about a small baker in a sect of a large overarching kingdom owned by the royal family. Jeno is the prince, as he should be, and he just can’t seem to take a liking to any of his potential suitors. Could the worlds of royalty and peasant class potentially collide harmoniously? Tbh, Idk, but read it to find out ;) Honestly, a sugary fic with super duper fluffs. Hope you give it a read :)

My Baby Don’t Like It (Jaehyun and Mark) : Another three part series that I only have part one for, are we noticing a trend yet? I like this fic because I tried developing the dynamics between characters a little more compared to my other fics. And tbh, there be some dramatic ish, because why not lol. Its basically about a messy ass triangle between reader, Mark, and Jaehyun with mini Jeno holding it all together. And trust me, you want to read this one for baby Jeno :D

Connected (NCT 127) : Finally, this is my only running series that I actually have gasp three parts to, albeit one of them being the prologue... Anyways, with cyberpunk as a theme of interest rn *cough* Cyberpunk 2077 *cough* I wanted to bring this series back to light because I am an absolute sucker for cyberpunk aus and themes. I don’t want to reveal too much, but basically the city and world have gone to shit. Society is in ruins and normalcy isn’t quite... normal. Rising underground group NCT is setting out to regain their country, but it seems like a certain elite force can’t let them have it that simply. Join me for the ride as chaos ensues:)

I kinda have no one to tag, so if you are a writer who sees this, feel free to do this!!

#tags #nct #uwu

[haitilegends]

PLAIDOYER EN FAVEUR DE NOS DANSES FOLKLORIQUES ET DE NOTRE MUSIQUE

Par Louis Carl Saint Jean

Mon ami Loubert " Michou " François, fils du légendaire musicien gros-mornais Dieujuste François m’a envoyé un joli vidéoclip dans lequel on peut admirer le talent de danseur du peuple haïtien et la richesse et la diversité de notre culture. Je prends un immense plaisir à le partager avec vous autres qui appréciez encore la belle culture haïtienne. Ce délice a été filmé à Gris Gris, section communale des Côtes-de-Fer.

Ce vidéoclip confirme deux déclarations que je n’ai jamais cessé de répéter depuis ces vingt dernières années. D’abord, tous les genres musicaux haïtiens sont dansants et dansables. Ensuite, on n’a pas besoin de se rendre à une boîte de nuit huppée à Port-au-Prince, à Pétionville, au Cap-Haïtien, à Jacmel, aux Cayes ou dans n’importe quelle autre ville du pays pour danser et se divertir. On peut se récréer n’importe où, dans un luxueux salon d’une grande ville comme sous une humble tonnelle " andeyò ".

Pour parler dans le contexte des dénennies 1940 à 1960, à la Capitale et ses environs, il n’y avait pas que les " happy few " à se la couler douce les samedis soir. Ceux-ci allaient faire bombance à Cabane Choucoune, au Club Camaraderie, à Djoumbala et ailleurs au son de grands orchestres, tels que le Jazz Chancy, le Jazz Rouzier, l’Orchestre Issa El Saieh, l’Orchestre Ernest Lamy, etc.

Le peuple se réjouissait également, tant mieux que mal, avec les moyens du bord. Il le faisait au son de nos danses traditionnelles exécutées par de simples groupes " grenn siwèl " ne disposant que des instruments de fortune. On en trouvait, par exemple, chez Hermann Petit-Homme, à Lakou Bréa, chez Ti Boutt à la rue Saint Martin, au Bel Air, chez Miracule au Portail Léogâne, chez " Bèl Gouyad " au Corridor Bois-de-Chêne, etc. Les habitués de Bann Hermann ont toujours dit du plus grand bien de nos danses folkloriques, spécialement de notre dyouba. C’est un classique que notre " Wa ya… wa ya… Lamiral O, Lamiral O, fè dyouba mache, fè dyouba mache pou larènn danse".

J’ai été on ne peut plus émerveillé par la danse de modestes et jeunes paysans haïtiens au son d’une musique haïtienne jouée par des musiciens qui ne sont ni Antalcidas Murat, ni Guy Durosier, ni Michel Desgrottes, ni Murat Pierre, ni Raoul Guillaume, ni Félix Guignard, ni Edner Guignard, ni Gérard Dupervil ni aucune autre sommité de la musique haïtienne. Toutefois, ils ont joué de façon admirable. Les fêtards, eux, ont dansé avec quelle grâce, quelle classe, quelle décence, quelle élégance, quel charme! Selon moi, dans une certaine mesure, cela fait partie du génie haïtien. Le peuple haïtien est capable d’accomplir des merveilles. Il ne le fait par parce que tout simplement il lui manque l’encadrement et l’encouragement de ceux qui le gouvernent.

Oui, ce vidéoclip a prouvé effectivement que tous les rythmes haïtiens sont dansants et dansables. En plus, ils sont tous commerciaux. Cela est dit pour rassurer les businessmen qui, peut-être sans le savaoir et sans le vouloir, sapent les véritables fondements de la culture haïtienne. On ne les danse pas et on ne les commercialise pas pour une seule raison: nous avons toujours mis de côté tout ce qui nous vient de la paysannerie haïtienne, à part, bien sûr, ses denrées alimentaires. Et là encore, on n’en trouve presque plus puisque nous importons tout, même les œufs!

Donc, sans le vouloir et sans le savoir, sur le plan culturel et sur le plan artistique, nous avons réduit le pays à sa plus simple expression. Certainement, des efforts sont faits ça et là pour limiter les dégâts. Mais au point de vue national, comme c’était le cas en 1946 grâce à la vision et au patriotisme de l’Honorable président Dumarsais Estimé, depuis le 10 mai 1950 (la chute d’Estimé) rien n’a jamais été fait de manière concrète pour permettre un essor de l’art et la culture de notre pays.

Qui pis est, sans nous en rendre compte, nous pratiquons le " rejete ", un " rejete " fait sans Elie Lescot. Et c’est ce qui rend les choses encore plus dangereuses. Nous perdons la culture du pays. Oui, nous faisons un " rejete " sans Lescot et sans la bénédiction du clegé breton! Et c’est grave!

Et cette exclusion de la paysannerie haïtienne est pratiquée dans tous les aspects de la vie nationale. On ne le fait pas seulement dans le cadre de la musique haïtienne. On le fait (ou l’a fait dans le passé) dans le domaine sportif également. Par exemple, dans le football, autrefois chez nous (je me limite aux années 1940 à la décennie 1970), il n’y a pas eu une " sélection nationale " à proprement parler. Nos entraineurs avaient toujours aligné au sein de la sélection dite nationale des joueurs évoluant à la Coupe Pradel, à la Capitale.

Que je sache, le seul Port-au-Prince, ma ville natale, n’est pas Haïti. Mais, pour notre malheur, nous l’avons toujours traité en Haïti, traitant en parent pauvre toutes les autres villes du pays, spécialement les sections communales, celles qui constituent le vrai moteur de la nation. Surtout au point de vue culturel et artistique!

J’adorais la majorité des joueurs des sélections de 1970 et encore plus ceux de 1974. Je ne peux et ne dois rien enlever à leur mérite. Nous n’allons jamais oublier l’équipe " Tout pou yo ", l’exploit des Henri Francillon, Pierre Bayonne, Wilner Nazaire, Ernst Jean-Joseph, Arsène Auguste, Jean-Claude Désir, Philippe Vorbe, Guy Saint Vil, Emmanuel Sanon, Claude Bathelemy, Guy François, etc. Je les considère comme des gloires sportives haïtiennes.

Cependant, rendez-moi fol ou sage, à l’époque, certaines autres villes du pays regorgeaient de footballeurs qui auraient dû faire partie de notre " onze national ". Je crois que, renforcée de joueurs tels que Joseph Gemedy ou Pierre Donatien du Cap-Haïtien ou Elias Bendell des Gonaïves (sans compter d’autres), notre " sélection nationale ", aurait pu obtenir un bien meilleur résultat tant en 1969 face au Salvador qu’en 1974 face à l’Italie, la Pologne et l’Argentine, lors du tournoi de la Coupe du Monde de Football disputé en Allemagne Fédérale.

Mais comme on le fait depuis 1804, on a toujours donné la priorité et l’exclusivité à la " République de Port-au-Prince ". Et le résultat, dans presque tous les domaines, n’a pas toujours été trop convaincant.

Retournons à nos danses folkloriques et à notre musique. Tous nos rythmes sont dansants, dansables et commerciaux. Tout produit est commercial. D’ailleurs, dans le dernier cas, pour qu’il y ait commerce, il faut l’offre et la demande, loi qui détermine les prix dans un marché. Dans les années 1970, n’avait-on pas commercialisé chez nous le parfum " My Dream"? Des publicités très bien conçues l’avaient rendu très populaire. Par exemple, au Cap-Haïtien, Raymond Piquion, dans son émission " Pitit Kay ", sur les ondes de Radio Citadelle, et d’autres animateurs de la Capitale, sur celles de Radio Caraïbes, Radio Cacique, la MBC et d’autres stations de radio avaient vanté et rendu populaire ce produit, qui, admettons-le, était loin d’être d’agréable qualité.

Tout ce que nous devons faire est une publicité pour nos danses folkloriques qui se perdent lentement et sûrement, immolées sur l’autel de l’indifférence, de la démission collective, de l’ignorance, de la paresse et de la médiocrité. Nous devons nous rendre compte que nous avons une belle culture, un merveilleux patriomoine culturel et artistique à sauvegarder. Mais le tout s’évanouit malheureusement devant nos yeux.

Nous perdons nos édifices historiques, nos chants, nos danses, nos contes. Et cela se passe comme si de rien n’était. La dégradation de la société semble ne plus alarmer la majorité. Nos étudiants ne sont presque plus intéressés à notre littérature. Plus d’un est resté indifférent. Nos héros de Vertières ne sont plus glorifiés. Et presque personne semble s’en inquiéter. Les 17 octobre, 7 avril, 18 novembre sont devenus des jours réguliers. On aurait pris le 1er janvier pour un jour comme tous les autres, si on n’avait pas la fameuse " soupe joumou " à manger. C’est dommage, dommage et dommage! Pour reprendre le cri de Piram dans " Pèlen Tèt ": " Se domaj ki fè domaje! "

Nous avons au moins 160 rythmes, qui sont tous de très bonne qualité, tant mélodique que rythmique. Nous les avons souverainement méprisés, galvaudés. Nous avons oublié que nos paysans, eux aussi, peuvent nous offrir ce qu’il y a de plus beau et de plus noble dans notre art, dans notre culture. Mais nous n’avons fait aucune demande de leur art, de leur génie. Mao Tse Toung s’était écrié une fois: " Seul le peuple est artiste! " En 1976 ou 1977, chez le peintre Luckner Lazard, au 1068 New York Avenue, à Brooklyn, l’ancien président, le professeur Leslie François Manigat avait dit: " Le peuple est le vrai détenteur de la culture haïtienne. " (Référence: William Pierre, témoin oculaire et auriculaire.)

Chers amis, je vous encourage vivement à regarder ce vidéoclip. Vous n’allez pas le regretter. Vous allez jouir de sept bonnes minutes de de danse haïtienne, de musique haïtienne. Vous allez admirer des frères et sœurs en train de danser, de s’amuser sainement et décemment. L’Haïtien de 2020 comme celui de 1920 doit exhiber la même décence, le même décorum quand il diffuse notre art. Il doit le faire où il puisse se trouver, dans un beau et grand salon comme sous une tonnelle. Compliments à ces humbles musiciens de Gris Gris! Bravo aux excellents danseurs et aux danseuses. Ils sont tous des artistes merveilleux. Ils ont droit à mon respect.

Oui, tous les 160 rythmes haïtiens sont dansables. Même si je serai le seul et le dernier à le faire, je ne cesserai jamais de parler haut et fort et de faire l’éloge de nos danses folkloriques, parmi elles des danses biséculaires, voire multiséculaires: lancier, polka créole, menuet, martinique ou dyouba, ibo, contredanse, pétro, yanvalou, congo, méringue et de nos autres danses nationales.

Oui, tous les rythmes haïtiens sont dansables. On ne doit ni les rejeter ni les immoler sur l’autel immonde du commerce. Ce sont des dons de nos ancêtres. Ils récréent le corps, l’âme et l’esprit.

Louis Carl Saint Jean

3 mai 2020

HAÏTI⭐LEGENDS

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[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Arabian Nights AU (Turtle of choice x F!Reader) - Ch.2

Eyyoo, finally decided to keep the first post I made as the first chapter ! I’m having too many ideas for this AU so I won’t stop writing 👏 Also a lil’ warning, some future chapters will be 18+ (sex scenes and probably violence stuff - my writing can turn pretty graphic in terms of dark, gore stuff x’D). After this chapter there will be two chapters that are more “general”, then it will spawn out to whichever turtle you want to romance (and sometimes the story will be brought back in common chapters and so on). This will be a great exercize for the other AUs I plan to do with the same layout. WISH ME LUCK 👍

Also I’m hella listening to ‘The Prince of Egypt’ instrumental soundtrack for inspiration. ISSA GOOD MUSIC YISS

(Note about this chapter, here’s a link to the dress mentionned at some point) (In case anyone missed the link I already provide in the chapter hreuhreuhreuh)

And further info: I’ll be keeping the guys’ names as Leo, Raph, Donnie and Mikey. Writing their full names would somehow feel out of place in this setting, considering they’re Italian names xD

First chapter --> HERE

You woke up with a strangled gasp, unable to breathe. Your body jolting, you were now sitting in bed, clawing at the base of your neck and thorax, panicking, as fresh gulps of air finally found a way to your lungs.

Panting, it only took you a couple of seconds to realize that you only had a nightmare, the scars at your back slightly burning when remembering that hellish time with the raiders...

It was night time, the moon still high in the sky. You could hear the crickets near the oasis chirp their neverending song - a welcoming soundtrack compared to the silence and emptiness of the desert you were last lost in. Unable to get back to sleep, you stepped out of bed, bringing a blanket around your shoulders, enveloping your form. You made your way to the open balcony, taking slow breaths only to calm your mind. You were safe.

Thinking about what you experienced today, meeting those turtles and that rat... you almost believed it was a blessing. If they were truly the safeguards of the desert, they would most certainly find a way to help the people from your village. But then you remembered the old rat talking about bandits and outlaws.... Maybe those turtles were only chasing those for the sole promise of riches - which you knew there wouldn’t be such reward for rescuing your people. Your heart sank a little at that thought, knowing you’d have to think of something if those brothers were only acting for valuables.

You heard footsteps coming to your left, walking up the stone stairs. Looking at the source, your body froze as you noticed Raph getting your way. You forever felt small next to him, his sheer size a good enough reason to make you believe that you were nothing but a mere cockroach at his feet. But this time he wasn’t eyeing you sternly, rather with some inquiry.

“What are you doing up?” he asked, finally stopping by your side.

“Can’t sleep...,” you answered in a small voice, unable to properly look at him in fear of being impolite.

“If you were trying to spy around here, I can assure you; there’s nothing to find out,” he slightly warned.

You quirked an eyebrow, adding: “... Were you really thinking that I’d try to have a look around while dressed in such fashion?” you shrugged lightly, making the blanket bounce on your shoulders a little. “This is not really suitable for any kind of adventures, if you ask me.”

Raph’s brow ridges furrowed, only for his traits to soften up after some seconds, a brief chuckle escaping him.

“You’re not wrong there.”

He swiftly got a dagger out, still smiling as he placed the flat side of the blade under your chin, slightly lifting your head up so both your gazes would meet.

“But don’t you dare think that sassiness will get you on my good side. ... You’re still an intruder to me.”

“Then why did you bring me here? You could have left me in the desert to die.”

That question silenced him for a moment, your eyes never leaving eachothers - studying your reactions. He did lower his blade after a while, sheathing it back to his hip.

“I have my reasons, but that doesn’t mean you’ll be staying for very long. Once my father decides on what we should do about your case, that’ll be your cue to leave.”

You softly massaged your neck and bottom of your face, glad to not feel the weapon on your skin anymore.

“And go where?” you asked. “I don’t even know where this oasis is placed on the map. I have nowhere else to go...”

“We’re not charity and certainly not a shelter,” grumbled the turtle. “Whatever you decide to do is none of my concern - as long as it doesn’t involve you staying in here.”

You were somehow feeling hurt by his words, uneasiness showing in your eyes.

“... I know you have no reasons to trust me and that I’m just a stranger to you, but will you believe me when I say that I mean no ill or harm to this place? I’m truly grateful for you saving my life and if there was anything I could do to repay you, there will be no hesitation.” A soft sigh escaped Raph, his posture somehow relaxing.

“... I’ll keep that in mind. For now, try to go back to sleep.”

You nodded silently, next watching the other walk away. As you made your way back inside, you did not notice the turtle glancing back at you once more as he was stepping down the stairs. He finally shook his head only to clear his mind, back to his path and his patrol.

***

As morning came, you were greeted with a plate of fruits placed on a table nearby. You had no idea who might have brought it in, but you did not wait before getting to it, taking a bite out of a delicious red apple. It felt like an eternity since you had a decent meal, a smile never leaving your features as the fruit’s sweetness invaded your taste buds. You finally noticed a small paper partially tucked under the plate, a memo written in a delicate calligraphy:

Good morning Please come find me in the throne room as soon as possible. Clothes have been left in this room at your disposal. Donnie

Your eyes diverted to some neatly folded outfits on the table, carefully going through them only to settle on a short sleeved, light fabric dress in warm pink and gold colors. The day was feeling hot already and you knew such clothing would only let you breathe better.

Your look freshened up, you finally made your way towards the throne room, although taking some time to properly take in the surroundings, forever adoring the architecture and general look of the place. The large columns seperating the exterior from the interior gave such a feeling of freedom, only a few doors safekeeping a handful of rooms. This palace was truly a wonder from a distant past, a recycled gem handled with care and respect from this family.

As you reached the large ornamented doors, you found them already open, shyly getting inside the next room. You spotted Donnie near an opened window, carefully attaching something to a golden eagle’s ankle - a message - then prompting the bird to fly out and away from the place. You couldn’t help feeling awe:

“That bird looked beautiful!” you said, getting near the turtle’s position.

The other’s attention instantly got on you, a smile already on his face.

“Indeed,” replied Donnie. “Hadi is a wonderful creature. Very loyal too! He’s our primary source of information with the outside world.”

His eyes scanned you, briefly nodding in approval: “Excellent choice of clothing. Today’s temperature is very warm and light fabrics are the best choice, considering your recent heatstroke.”

As he was getting to his workstation, you stopped him by leaving a hand on his forearm, your smile genuine.

“Thank you; for everything. The fruits this morning, the clothes, and especially taking care of me....”

“It is my pleasure,” sweetly answered the other, leaving a hand on yours in an appreciative gesture. “Unlike my brothers, I do not see you as a threat. As long as you are in this house, you will be safe and taken care of.”

He next moved out of your touch, gesturing a chair to you.

“Please, take a seat. We need to look over some maps in order to pinpoint where exactly those raiders are passing through.”

As you sat down, a small wince invaded your features, unable to properly place your back against the chair. Donnie did notice your reaction as he sat in turn, some concern showing on his face.

“... It’s your scars, isn’t?”

You looked at him with some fear.

“How did you know?”

“I’ve seen them,” he answered. “When you were brought in, I had to go through some examinations for the sake of your health and they were hard to miss. ... Whip wounds are not the best and most pleasant ones to have.”

“I can’t even sleep well on my back anymore,” you added, slightly saddened. “Everytime I feel them, it reminds me of each strikes and-”

“It’s ok,” gently stopped the turtle. “We don’t have to dwelve into this right now. I know it must be hard for you...”

A relieved sigh escaped you, somehow glad that the subject was now being dropped. You offered Donnie a soft smile, gesturing the many books and parchements layed on the table.

“You seem to be the scholar in this place.”

“Someone has to be,” smirked the other. “Or else we’d be brainless baboons who knows nothing about this world.”

He brought forth a large map of the country: a very detailed drawing with streams, rivers, and major cities.

He pointed a little above the Great River.

“You say you’re from here and that the raiders were heading towards the west coast.” His finger traced along the map to a dot that was situated at a small peninsula. “That city, here, is mostly known for dealing with other islands that are farther on the sea. Slave markets are a common thing, unfortunately, and is by far our best lead. But-” He tracked back a little, to another dot deeper into the desert, close to a long stream. “This city here is one of the well-known resting place for people and caravans travelling in the desert. If we are quick enough, we might be able to intercept the raiders and stop them before they reach the coast.”

“What is your price? How much do you four expect to be paid?” you asked, prefering to tackle the inevitable right away.

Donnie frowned: “Price? We have no price! Sure, we do receive some gold for some wanted criminals, but we never pressure for payments! ... What we do is for the best. Our reward is peace.”

“But why? I mean, this family is clearly out of the norms and what gains do you get from helping humans who might be scared senseless of you...”

You stopped for a moment, you and the turtle’s eyes locked on eachother. Your shoulders finally fell after a brief instant, shyly rubbing the back of your neck.

“... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to rub that in your face...”

“No, this is a valid question,” reassured Donnie. “Only a handful of humans know of our existence and we have to be very selective of whom we let into this palace. Many people are terrified of us, and with good reasons. It is in the human nature to be scared of the unknown.”

“I don’t doubt it,” you added. “... I guess I’m simply used to others always asking for something in return. I’ve rarely seen people giving only for the good sake of this world.”

“And that’s why we’re here,” smiled the other. “To give a little hope. ... It may not be much and we might not be known in this world; but as long as we can make this desert a safer passage, that’s all there is...”

“It’s nonetheless very admirable,” you commented.

Donnie seemed to blush, although that was hard to see because of his scales. He shyly cleared his throat after a brief moment, occupying himself by straightening the map a little more, looking back at it.

“I’ll inform my father and Leo, our squad leader, of our target. If all goes well, we should be able to depart in a little less than a week!”

All you could feel was glee, somehow glad to finally witness some progress regarding this awful situation. You were starting to gain trust in those turtles - what choice did you have anyway? All you wished for was that your people weren’t in any greater danger at this very moment...

((Chapter 3))

#arabian nights AU

[iamgabrisan]

HERBY WIDMAIER et LES STARLETS REX THEATRE, #Haiti (1950’s) "Early Autumn" - http://bit.ly/1MD4Zvm Issa El Saieh Orchestra & Herby Widmaier et Les Starlets - Woman In Love (1956) - YouTube http://bit.ly/1aVrVLm From left to right: *Raymond Dussek (Bass) (RIP 11/05/2015) Jean-Claude Gabriel (Baritone - *My Dad) (RIP 02/16/2017) Herbert Widmaier/Herby Widmaier (Lead) (04/27/2017) Joachim Levy (Tenor) Elie Grant (A.k.a Lucky-Alto) ------------------------------------------- HERBY WIDMAIER et LES STARLETS Auteur :Louis Carl Saint Jean 20 février 2006 Herby avait également fait preuve de son talent de chanteur soliste au sein de « Les Chevaliers de la Chanson » et plus tard de « Voix et Tambours d’Haïti », deux groupes vocaux qu’avait formés le grand Issa El Saieh, le premier vers 1953 et le deuxième en été 1958. Cependant, la formation vocale Les Starlettes - qu’il a lui-même montée en 1957 - sera celle qui allait faire connaître le jeune maestro du tout Port-au-Prince musical comme arrangeur (la seconde phase de sa carrière). Si ce chœur avait exécuté certains airs de l’étranger (des songs, des blues, etc.), Herby lui-même reconnaît avoir trouvé plus de satisfaction dans l’interprétation de certains de nos thèmes folkloriques et traditionnels. Il retient jusqu’ici encore, entre autres, Ayizan, Feuille, L’Artibonite O, Feuille nan bois, Complainte Paysanne (cette dernière de Raoul Guillaume) comme « nos meilleures réalisations et celles sur lesquelles j’ai le plus travaillé. » De l’avis de leur ancien baryton Jean-Claude Gabriel : « Herby avait fait des Starlettes un groupe vocal de haut niveau… C’était surtout en notre sein qu’il avait prouvé de façon éloquente ses dons de chanteur et d’arrangeur …» Surenchérit Raymond Dussek, l’une de nos meilleures basses chantantes : « Commençant par la fin des années 1950 jusqu’au milieu des années 1960, le groupe Les Starlettes était le meilleur du pays…» Durant cette même période, s’amorce - LIRE LA SUITE - https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10154256284761626&id=574931625 HAITI☆LEGENDS #LesStarlets #AmericanSongBook #jazzStandards #HerbyWidmaier #jeanClaudeGabriel #joachimLevy #ElieGrant #RaymondDussek https://www.instagram.com/p/BTcZd40Bff4/?igshid=rikredk36dgm

#haiti #lesstarlets #americansongbook #jazzstandards #herbywidmaier #jeanclaudegabriel #joachimlevy #eliegrant #raymonddussek

[spideyy-girl]

Mine ~ Gilbert Blythe AU

Request: Request for Gilbert? The reader is best friends with him and they’re in college. Gilbert gets jealous because she’s spending time with another guy helping her in a class, and angst and fluff and just the classic trope of their feelings being revealed eventually? 😊💓

Summary: Gilbert had known Y/N his whole life, and for just about that long he’s been in love with her. Now they’re in college together, and Gilbert’s feelings have only grown.

Fandom: Anne with an “E” (Anne of Green Gables)

Warnings: jealousy, unwanted glances, mentions of sexism, super cliche at the end lol sorry not sorry

Word Count: 3253 (9 pages) issa long

Date: November 11, 2018

A/N: hope this is ok, I worked really hard on it. Feel free to leave your feedback or other requests. Taglists and requests are still open, never be afraid to ask! Hope you all enjoy and happy reading!

Also, John is Y/N’s study partner.

~Ciara xo

Y/N L/N. The only word he could think of to describe her was perfect.

For as long as he could remember she was in his life, holding his hand lightly in her much smaller one, her head resting on his shoulder. The image of them in that position in so many of his memories as he flashes through them, giving him a feeling that he's become so familiar with. It sent goosebumps down his arm, makes his stomach do flips, his mouth to go dry. He's felt this way for so many years, but never realized what it was until that day a few years ago, the day his dad died. Once again, an image of their stance appeared as the flashback played in his head. He could almost feel the light misty breeze of the Prince Edward Island beach near their small town, Avonlea.

"Gil?" her voice was so soft he hadn't even heard her, his own thoughts clouding his senses, his eyes caught on something in the distance, but he didn't know what. The light squeeze of her hand in his brought him back to her. As he looked at her, resting her head on his shoulder, he saw her E/C eyes already watching his own hazel ones. Her other hand came up and lightly caressed his face, fingers so cold from the dead winter.

"I'm sorry," he said, trying to hold back tears, leaning lightly into her hand. She sighed sadly and shook her head, taking her head off his shoulder and her hand of his face, grabbing his other hand as she stood in front of him. She gave him a light smile, and he could tell she was holding in her own tears.

"No, no. Don't be sorry, Gilly. It's ok," she whispered. "I was just saying that if we stay out for any longer we might get frostbite. Besides, dinner should be ready soon, and we ought not to be late." She looked into his eyes, but it seemed as if he looked right through her. He looked back out to the ocean, seeing the sun hit the horizon.

"Can we stay, just a little bit longer? Watch the sunset?" He asked, looking back at her. He looked so desperate, she couldn't say no to him. She smiled and nodded, wiping a stray tear that fell down his cheek. He pulled her closer, into a tight hug as she lay her head on his chest and they watched the sky turn many pastel colours until it went almost black. They didn't know how long they stayed like that, watching the sky, listening to the crashing waves. Once the sun had disappeared from sight, the pair started to walk home in the darkness. They reached the part in our path where they parted. Gilbert begrudgingly took his hand from hers, saying goodbye and beginning to walk away. 

"Gilbert Blythe! Where do you think you're going?" She called after him, an honest confusion in her voice. Gilbert seemed just as confused as her.

"Um.. home?" he replied. Looking back at the path behind him that lead to his farm. To be honest, he didn't want to go back there, he didn't know if he could. After all, that's where Y/N found him. After the funeral, he hadn't come back to the house, which worried her, so she went looking after him.

"You know I will not let you stay by yourself, especially after.. everything that.. happened today. We'd be more than happy than to have you over for tonight Gilbert. For the next few nights even." She said walking over to him and grabbing his hand in hers again, dragging her down the opposite path that leads to her house. "Besides, I need my knight in shining armour to protect me from the horrifying darkness of night." She giggled and looked back at him, eyebrows raised. He smiled a genuine smile, the first one in weeks, giving into her and letting her drag him along. She took his hand and swiftly put it around her shoulder, so his arm wrapped around her.

The knight in shining armour was a reference to when they were children. She would play the beautiful damsel in distress, waiting for her handsome prince to come and save her. And, to no one's surprise, that was Gilbert. Sometimes, she would get bored of always being the one in trouble and make Gilbert the princess stuck in a tower, wearing one of her dresses as she stole one of his sweaters and galloped along on the broomstick-horse, coming to the rescue. The memories, still so fresh in his mind even if so long ago, made him chuckle.

"Oh my goodness, Y/N L/N! Where have you been, young lady?! I've been worried sick! You missed dinner, so it must all be cold. You've missed all of your chores, so you'll be doing extra tomorrow, the second the sun rises!" Y/N's mother ranted as she put her dish towel that was hung over her shoulder on the sink. She came over and slowed once she saw the young boy beside her, still holding her daughter's hand. "Oh, Gilbert. Hello sweetie, how are you doing? I wasn't expected company, sorry the house is an absolute mess. Come in, come in, before your ears fall off! I'll put on the kettle." She smiled and rushed back to the kitchen.

Y/N and Gilbert, shaking intensely as they sat by the fireplace for warmth, sipping the scorching hot and slightly burnt tea made by Mrs. L/N, a giant fluffy blanket coated the two. Mr. L/N, Y/N's father, gave him a pair of his pyjamas to sleep in for the night as Y/N's parents sent them up to bed, giving Gilbert the guest bedroom across the hall from Y/N's bedroom. As they crept up the stairs, careful not to wake up any of her other many siblings, she took his hand and dragged him into her bedroom.

"Y/N!" Gilbert whisper-shouted at her. "What are you doing? I'm not supposed to be in here! A man should never be in a young lady's bedroom, especially at night. What will you're parents think? I'm not-"

"Gilbert be quiet! Before they hear us!" Y/N giggled, covering his mouth to stop his ranting. "There's nothing wrong with you being in my room, you've been in here before." 

"Yeah, when we were younger, much younger. Now it would be frowned upon." He started up again. She rolled her eyes, setting a few blankets on the floor and one of the pillows from her bed, pointing Gilbert to it as she climbed into her own, obviously old and almost at breaking point bed.

"You're sleeping here. I'm not leaving you alone." She said, her voice going deep, serious. Something that wasn't usual for the smiley girl. "Gilbert Blythe, I sure hope you know that I swear upon my life that I will never leave you. And we will always be together, forever. I swear it until my dying day."

The feeling, that one mentioned from before, had become so intense at that moment he surely thought he must've become sick. She leaned down from her bed and placed a light kiss on his cheek, before placing her nicest duvet (which wasn't that nice, but he wouldn't complain) over his still shivering body, but this time he was shivering over something else other than the cold. 

When Gilbert was young and asked his father what it was his mom was like, he would tell the boy about how she made him feel, whenever he saw her, held her, the undeniable feeling of love. He never quite understood the concept of butterflies, for how could such creatures even make their way into your stomach and still flutter around? But at that moment, in her bedroom as the warmth of her lips still lingered on his pale pink cheek, he understood everything.

He was so deeply in love with her, it almost pained him. But it did especially at this moment, almost 4 years after that night, and he still hasn't said anything. Which he thought to lead him to this moment, he should have expected it.

He was now at the age of 19 years, studying at the lovely Queen's Academy to chase his dream of becoming a doctor. Y/N was just about 17 and had been, much to her and his delight, also been accepted into the academy to study to be a nurse. That, of course, wasn't the part that had hurt, but the sight right before his eyes, an unknown man with his arm around her shoulders, like he had when they walked down that path, looking at each other, giggling at something, he couldn't tell what. 

He felt honestly betrayed. She had never been exactly his, but he still felt as if she had left him, forgot about him and their promise. But mostly he felt angry. Not at her, he could never be angry at her even he tried (he knew from many personal experiences), but from that stranger that had taken his girl away from him. He took his book and checked it out, trying to avoid their eyes, but of course, to his luck, that was no use. He heard her call out his name before he slammed the door shut of the recently quiet building. 

"Can we pause our session just for one second? He's my best friend." She smiled sweetly, taking his arm off her shoulders and looking back at the door he had just left out of. He nodded, sharing his own smile. "Ok if I'm not back in ten minutes you can leave! Thank you again so much for the help!" She called behind her shoulder as she ran out the door, tripping slightly every once in a while on her heels. She saw Gilbert's unmistakable mop of curly black hair walking just ahead of her, so she jogged to catch up with him. She tapped his shoulder, smiling a great smile as she linked her arm with his.

"Hey, Gilly! I didn't think you heard me in the library just then." She said, trying to get his attention, which was still focused on the path in front of him. "Gilbert, what's wrong? You've been acting so... distant lately," she sighed, pulling him to the side, to get out of the stream of walking people. He turned and looked at her, instantly feeling bad by the look of desperation on her face. He smiled at her and placed a strand of hair behind her ear gently, making her blush a little bit. Thankfully the red of her cheeks could be blamed on the cold winter.

"There's nothing wrong, Y/N. I'm fine," he said softly, trying to continue walking, but she wasn't having it. She grabbed his arm and brought him to a nearby bench, forcing him to sit.

"Gilbert Blythe! I know that isn't true, you know I can see right through you," she said grabbing his hands. "Please tell me what's wrong, I'll do whatever I can to help, I swear it." That look alone that she gave him almost made him cave right then. Almost. He knew he couldn't risk all those years of friendship over some silly crush. A crush that just won't leave him alone. He took his hands away from hers and got up.

"Sorry Y/N, but this isn't a problem you can solve," Gilbert said, turning his back to her, knowing the look of hurt that would be on her face about now. "I just need some time alone, away from you. Goodbye." It took everything in him to walk away from her and not turn back.

The next few days, Gilbert did everything he could to ignore the girl he cared so much for. He knew that she'd do anything she could to find out what was burdening him, and he knew he couldn't say it was her. It had been a few weeks since he last saw her, and it was an understatement to say he missed her.

He had seen her more and more at the library with that man. He couldn't help but feel as if he was being replaced every time he heard her beautiful laugh pass her lips, because of him. He tried to avoid the general area, but it was like he was drawn back each time.

Little did he know that Y/N was in just as much pain as he was. 

The past couple of weeks without him had been much too bland. She would only leave her small shared apartment when she went to her study sessions with John, in the library. And even though he was nice enough and made her laugh, he wasn't Gilbert Blythe.

She had tried aimlessly walking around the Queens Academy campus, in hopes of finding him, maybe sitting on a bench, reading a book. But she had no such luck. After all, it was a very big school, with many people. Many more than in Avonlea.

But she was truly hurt that he had, as it seemed, completely blocked her out. She still had no idea what she had done to cause anything upon him. And the idea of causing such a pain unto someone she loved so much had burdened her very much.

She was out on one of her walks again, it was getting cold outside, small snowflakes fell quietly from the sky, landing in her hair and on her face. She felt as if she was going to catch her death at any moment. 

John had caught a cold and wasn't able to make their study session, so Y/N was off to the library by herself. She was a bit nervous, walking by herself in a campus ruled by men, some of which with bad intentions on a pretty girl like her. Her eyes constantly scanning her surroundings. 

Thankfully she had safely made it to the library, with no trouble, but some unwanted lingering stares, but she had expected it. 

"Why, good afternoon Y/N, " the old librarian, Mrs. Dell said kindly. Y/N smiled and nodded politely, giving her a nice hello as well, before heading off to the books. 

Gilbert froze up immediately when he heard the name pass the old lady's lips. He heard her dainty footsteps walking slowly towards him. He wanted to run but it was as if his feet were planted to the ground, since he knew that he did want an excuse of seeing her again, even for a second. His back was to her, and he had hoped that that would be enough for her to dismiss him.

Of course, he didn't have such luck.

"Gilbert?" Y/N's voice was quiet and unsure, but the raven black curls were hard to miss, especially to someone who has become so familiar with it. Gilbert didn't change his stance, so Y/N walked forward and grabbed his shoulder, making sure that this time he wouldn't escape. "Gilly, please, can we talk?"

He didn't look back at her, it took everything in him to keep his gaze ahead. He could hear her sigh and feel her hand travel from his shoulder down his arm to his hand as she pulled him out of the library. He was shocked but didn't bother fighting it. She nodded at the librarian as she headed out, Gilbert being dragged not too far behind, earning a strange look from the kind old lady.

Y/N pulled him closer to her side, constantly checking her path and using him as a human shield from the lingering stares. Gilbert realized the odd behaviour, and also looked around, wondering why she was being so cautious. Probably because she doesn't want her new boyfriend to see us together, he thought to himself but didn't dare speak it aloud.

"You know, even if you refuse to talk to me, I just wanna say that I am thankful I found you. I was starting to think you left. My, that would've been torturous. You're my only friend here," she says quietly, squeezing his hand. He looks down at her, seeing that she was already looking at him. Their footsteps slowed to a stop as they looked at each other, both trying to hold in tears. 

"Surely that's not true. I've seen you around with other... people," Gilbert states blandly, breaking eye contact and looking over her head instead. She laughed.

"Well, maybe the only other person would be John but-"

"Yes, John," Gilbert interrupted her, looking back at her. "I thought you two seemed quite close. That's splendid." The last part of his sentence wreaked of sarcasm, telling her that something was up, and she thought she knew what.

"John is my study partner, Gilbert. We were paired up together since my professor thinks I can't handle my own work due to my.. well, gender." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, thinking of her nuisance of a teacher, who was too much like her old one in Avonlea, Mr. Phillips. "Besides, why are you getting so worked up? I've seen you with many other people and I've said nothing." Gilbert exhaled and pushed a hand through his messy curls.

"Because it's different, okay? I don't like seeing other guys like that around you. I don't want them to take you from me." He stated, not being able to look at her, his cheeks starting to burn up from the confession.

"Take me from you?" Y/N asked, slightly offended. "Might I remind you, Gilbert, I am not an object that you own. I am-" Y/N started to rant but was once again cut short.

"No, Y/N. Not like that." Gilbert said, taking her cheek in his hand. "I don't want them taking you away from me when I haven't even gotten the chance to make you mine." He couldn't believe what he had just said, and as it seemed, neither could Y/N. Her mouth went open, trying to think of a response, but nothing that could truly express her emotions came to mind. So of course, she didn't have to say anything and just kissed him.

She kissed him hard, everything breaking loose from their chains. And sure enough, he kissed back. They didn't care that they were in the middle of the campus, probably many nearby people watching in on the affair. Nothing could break the moment they had waited so long, too long, for. The butterflies from Gilbert's father's stories seemed to have tripled on their effect, as well as so many other things, as their lips moved in sync, slightly chapped from the cold. They broke apart for air, not moving too far apart from each other, placing his forehead on hers as she giggled, sounding like a wind chime.

"You were always mine, Gilbert Blythe. And I will always be yours," she whispered to him, looking him straight in the eye as her contagious smile grew a little bit wider. He smiled back, so big until it started to hurt his cheeks, and grabbed both her hands, pulling her in again and placing another kiss on her lips, guiding her hands around his neck, then placing his gently on her waist. "Until my dying day, I swear we will always be together."

And suddenly, John didn't seem that important anymore.

#gilbert blythe x reader #college au #au #anne with an e #imagine #oof #gilbert blythe #SEND REQUESTS #anne of green gables

[cavinmorrisgallery]

Andre Pierre was born in Port-au-Prince, Haiti around 1915 and moved at an early age to Croix-des-Missions on the outskirts of the capital where he made his living as a farmer. He had practiced Voudou since childhood and in the late 1940's met the American filmmaker Maya Deren who had come to Haiti to make a film on dance but became a initiate in the houmfour where he was La Place, second in command. The houmfour was decorated with gourds on which he had painted images of vodou spirits and it was Ms. Deren who suggested to him that he should paint on canvas and offer his paintings to the Centre d"Art, which he did.

Shortly afterwards he began a twenty year relationship with the dealer Issa el Saieh and went early each morning to the capital to paint in the atelier that Issa provided. Eventually he became so renowned, not only for his art but for his personality, that he stopped going to Issa's and painted in the compound where he lived and where he had built his own houmfour; he was by then a Houngan. Andre Pierre was the dominant artist of the second generation, spiritual heir to the legendary Hector Hyppolite. Collectors and journalists from all over the world came to visit him in the modest hut where he painted lovingly detailed portraits of the gods of the vodou pantheon by the light of an oil lamp. In the mid-1970's the place had a thatched roof and chickens strutted in and out the door. Often his visitors brought a bottle of rum which he would open and pour three drops on the dirt floor of the hut to honor the Trinity, " Pou lepere, e lefis, e lesentespri" he intoned in his ancient voice. He would take a sip, pass the bottle and sit at his easel, chanting songs and instructing his guests about the postive aspects of the religion. His mission in life was to present Vodou as respectable, on a par with all the other major religions. His pronouncements, on Vodou and on life in general were wise and sophisticated and were often punctuated with his trademark subterranean chuckle.

As the political situation in Haiti worsened in the mid 1990's and the road to Croix-des-Missions became less safe to travel, he became somewhat isolated. In the last few years of his life he was diagnosed with diabetes which affected his eyesight and his ability to paint. By 2004 he was almost totally blind and had stopped painting altogether.

Andre Pierre passed away on October 4, 2005.

http://www.artshaitian.com/Pages/haitianartapierre.html

#haiti #andre pierre #vodou #voodoo