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What Lies Beneath - Chapter 3 - x_etoile_x - Black Sails [Archive of Our Own]

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Black Sails Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Captain Flint | James McGraw/John Silver Characters: Captain Flint | James McGraw, John Silver Additional Tags: Demon AU, Monsterfucking, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Episode Related, 2.7, Flint is very tormented, and Silver is always looking for an angle, because someone around here has to have common sense when dealing with the supernatural, Rimming, i would not say the consent is dubious exactly, but its tricky at some points, they're working through some things, Jewish John Silver, very incidentally, what if Silver's canon ideas about Flint were true: the fic 

Summary:

Silver is braced for the transformation, and so he manages to maintain his composure, though when the pressure of fingers against his skull becomes the sharp flex of talons his knees go weak. Huge, bat-like wings erupt from Flint’s back, and horns sprout above his temples; by the time it's over, he has grown to at least half again his normal size. His face is still more or less his own, but his eyes are decidedly reptilian, and they watch Silver warily.

“Oh, hello,” Silver murmurs, soft and soothing, determined not to be ruled by his fear. “Aren’t you magnificent?”

Flint’s lips pull back to reveal sharp, gleaming teeth; he gives a warning growl.

“None of that now,” Silver says, holding his ground as he would with a skittish animal. “You aren’t going to frighten me away. Did you not think I knew what I was asking for?”

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Chapter the Third: In which everyone finally gets what they want. 

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Crashing

Fandom: Folk of the Air

Ship: Jurdan

Rating: T

Fluffy Angst

Little had changed since Jude’s ascension to the throne. As when she was Seneschal, she coordinated the kingdom’s affairs with unparalleled grace and tenacity.

Perhaps the greatest difference was the respect and admiration that shone in the eyes of her subjects and colleagues. Some entertained the sentiment freely while others offered their appreciation with reluctance, but even those that loathed to admit it, could not deny that their Queen was remarkable.

Oh, and of course, the revels.

As Seneschal, Jude could still make up excuses of work to avoid attending the unending festivities that were often separated by little free time. Cardan was never far from “a party mood,” as it was called in the human world. And when she was considered a mere accessory to the crown, she had no direct obligation to attend each meaningless celebration.

Now that she wore said crown, the lavish parties were considerably more difficult to avoid.

Jude still did not attend them all, nor did she attend them in their entirety. She would, though, make an appearance alongside her husband at the beginning and end of each.

It was a thrill like no other, walking to the dais boasting their thrones, her hand firmly in his, both draped in finery.

He would brush a kiss across her knuckles each time before they took their place together, and his voice would boom across the hall to begin the merriment.

For years, Jude had watched Cardan’s lithe form adorned in lush garments and glittering powders as he maneuvered through galas and feasts and festivities. And yet still, he managed to take her breath away each time.

First with his otherworldly beauty, for their was no other way to describe it. She hesitated to call it Fae beauty because he truly surpassed all the Fae she had seen. The slant of his high cheekbones accentuated by the faint shimmer of gold. The sensuously dark eyes rimmed with kohl that only served to increase their depth, through the contrast they provided against the white around his irises. When a sheen of intoxication covered them, they glimmered like the night sky. The wine he indulged in throughout only served to darken his sinful mouth, accentuating his lips against his pale skin. Unfortunately, Jude was acutely aware that she is not the only one who has noticed Cardan’s painful beauty.

Beyond this carefully crafted beauty, though, through this new lens placed upon their lives, Jude saw something else that set her stomach aflutter in ways she could not hope to explain. Her disinterest with the merriment gave her the opportunity to watch her husband with rapt interest. Observe in ways she had not let herself indulge before.

She watched Cardan charm their guests and dignitaries, smiling wide and tipping his head back in laughter at their stories. His lighthearted demeanor and mischief coaxed grins from even the most stubborn of their guests. Enough so that they’d miss the coy turn to his lips, the sly gleam in his eyes that indicated he was there for more than celebration and mirth. He would masterfully put all around him a perfect ease and walk away having gleaned whatever political advantage he sought. Every. Time.

It fascinated Jude to no end. Her husband was cunning. And no one was the wiser. 

The thought enticed a chuckle from her chest.

The sound seemed to catch Cardan’s attention. He turned his head toward her and gave a small smile as he started up the dais to her.

“Would you grace me with a dance, my queen,” he said, eyes shining. She smiled and took his outstretched hand.

His gaze never wavered from hers. Not when he maneuvered them through the crowds to the center of the room. Certainly not when he placed her hands on his shoulders and his own firmly on her waist. Absolutely not when his fingers pressed with careful deliberation against the small of her back to arch her towards him.

“You’ve danced with quite a many people tonight, my king.” Her voice was mostly teasing. Although, a seasoned ear — and his was most definitely seasoned when it came to Jude — would swear there was the faintest undertone of jealousy. Cardan’s lips twitched into a smile.

“I have only wanted a dance with one person all night, and I have her in my arms.” Jude rolled her eyes in attempted annoyance, but the barest pink on her cheek betrayed all.

He raised their joined hands to twirl her. If he deliberate cut the spin short so she would fall against his chest, neither of them mentioned it.  The longer they danced, the more the world around them faded away. As it often did when they were together. 

The King and Queen had a way of losing themselves in each other. The time, the location, the circumstance was of little import. The ever burning spark between them would flare into a wildfire that burned all else out of their consciousness.

Flint and tinder indeed.

That’s why both startled when a loud cough beside them brought them out of their reveries. Jude nearly jumped backward, she truly would have were it not for Cardan’s firm grasp on her. They turned to see The Bomb waiting with an amused smile.

“Pardon the intrusion, lovebirds — I mean Your Highnesses,” she corrected with a giggle. “If I may borrow the Queen for a moment?”

Cardan threw The Bomb an annoyed glance, as if to say Really? but it only served to fuel her laughter. Jude squeezed his hand apologetically before starting to pull away. He held on to her till the last second, reluctant to let go, desperate to maintain the physical connection between them.

“I’ll see you in our chambers,” Jude whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before The Bomb pulled her away.

The Roach and The Ghost are waiting for them in the shadows of the exit arch. The Roach glances behind the two, suppressing a laugh at their High King who looks downright forlorn at the loss of his queen. What is the expression the mortals use? Whipped?

“What’s wrong?” Jude asked as they approached the spies. “Is there immediate danger?”

“No immediate danger,” The Roach reassured, “A messenger just arrived from the Court of Teeth with a letter. Nothing too serious but it does require a prompt response. They would like to meet with you and the Cardan in one week’s time regarding expanding and fortifying trade routes between the Court and Elfhame. Since it is a four day journey, we thought it best that we send the messenger with a response immediately to avoid rushed panic.”

Jude nodded, “That would be wise. Take me to him.”

In nearly an hour, she had received the message, formulated the perfect response, sent the messenger on his way, and planned the critical details of the summit. The Roach shook his head in amazement, a small smile curled The Ghosts lips, and The Bomb just looked on in respect and adoration. Their Queen was frustratingly talented. When it came to everything except her own safety that is. Her lack of self-preservation was a source of anxiety for them all.

“Would you like an escort back to the revel?” The Ghost asked softly. Jude smiled and shook her head.

“No, thank you, I think I’ll retire for the night. Enjoy your evening.”

They nodded and bid her good night as she started towards the royal chambers.

A deep breath left Jude’s chest as she closed the doors behind her. Her hands rose to her temples, fingers massaging the skin softly.

A brief moment passed until she felt a pair of arms encircle her waist. She didn’t hesitate to melt into her husband’s embrace, allowing his body hold up her own. Her hands covered his as he placed a soft kiss to the skin of her shoulder. Jude found herself thanking Tatterfell for choosing a sleeveless gown for the evening, held up by an intricately embroidered chord of fabric wrapping around her neck.

She tilted her head to look up at him. “You returned from the revel quite early.” Her brow furrowed and she scanned his face for signs of exhaustion. “Are you tired?” He shook his head. 

“My heart was elsewhere.”

The phrase was simple, but the weight of his gaze made it anything but. The corners of Jude’s eyes softened.

“I believe I still owe you a dance, my king.”

Cardan’s eyes brightened. “I believe you do,” he took her hand, brushing a kiss across her knuckles, “my queen.”

She turned in his arms to face him. His arm didn’t move from her waist, simply shifted to better accommodate her.

“Music?”

Cardan smiled and pulled her in closer. His cheek brushed Jude’s and his lips moved to her ear. He began to sing softly.

Jude’s eyes widened in amazement. His voice.

It was unlike anything she had heard before. Deep yet soft, like waves of velvet washing over her. Something in her body thrummed at the sound.

Resonance, was the term that came to mind. It was as if his voice was a frequency her very soul was tuned to. A sound made just for her.

Her forehead fell forward to rest on Cardan’s shoulder. She heard the smile in his voice as he swayed their joined form gently around their chambers. Jude felt the music vibrate through his body against her own.

“You have a beautiful voice,” she whispered against his shoulder. 

“Thank you, my love.” He pressed a kiss to her temple.

“What song is it?”

“It’s an old Fae ballad, a tale of two lovers whose very natures pitted them against one another.” Cardan spoke low in her ear. Even in the privacy of their chambers, it seemed as though he was hiding the words from the rest of the world, speaking only to her heart. “Just as the lovers constantly fought with each other, their hearts fought them. Their souls were made for one another, yearning to be united. Despite the world of circumstances separating them.”

There was a heavy silence. “I thought of it often in your absence,” he admitted.

Which one? Jude wanted to ask. During her exile? When she was taken by the Undersea? She pulled back to search his eyes. Or perhaps, even in their childhood? When they claimed to feel nothing but hatred for each other.

She rose on her toes to press her lips to his. A silent thank you for his trust, his admission. He kissed her back with more fervor than she expected. Jude braced a hand against his neck, fingers creeping into his dark curls just briefly while his lips moved against hers. Cardan pulled back slightly, breaths coming heavy as he rested his forehead against hers. His brows were furrowed, lines of tension contouring his face. Like he was reliving the pain of losing her all over again. Her fingers traced his face, smoothing the lines away.

“Every time I saw you, there was a fire that lit my veins,” she says into the space between them. “As you said, I always thought it was hatred.” Jude paused. “But I couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out why that fire burned so much brighter when I saw another girl in your arms.” His eyes snapped open at that, lips parting in slight awe. The corners of Jude’s mouth twitched. Success, she thought as she saw the pain slowly melt off his face as mirth creeped in.

“My queen,” Cardan began, his eyes sparked anew, “were you perhaps, jealous?”

“Were might not be the right term, are is more appropriate.” Jude scowled slightly. Her fingers stroked the back of his neck absentmindedly. “I still don’t like all the women that try to weasel themselves closer to you, with no regard for your wife’s presence.” She felt a tremor run up his spine at the word. Wife.

Jude paused, hesitating before reminding herself of Cardan’s admission to her. One piece at a time.

“They’re all quite beautiful too,” she muttered under her breath, averting her eyes.

Cardan looked at her as if he didn’t quite hear her correctly.

“My love, you can’t possibly be insecure about your appearance?”

“I mean, I’m not blessed with their Fae beauty or anything.” Truth be told, Jude had never cared about her appearance in front of the Folk. Her battle physique and training were most important to her, they still are. But she would be lying if she said she didn’t occasionally reflect on the differences between her and the beauty of the women that threw themselves at Cardan.

“Jude, look at me please, love.”

When she did, her breath hitched at the intensity of his gaze. “I understand insecurities are normal, everyone has them. Gods know I have more than most. But you have absolutely nothing to concern yourself with.” His hand tightened on her waist, pulling her closer. “You are without a doubt the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. No one else has the power to take my breath away with a single look. To make my heart race with a single touch. To undo me with a single kiss. You have ruled my heart, my mind, my very soul long before any of those women you speak of.”

Jude’s breath froze in her lungs. She knew Cardan loves her. He knew she loves him. They had whispered the words against each other’s lips and skin in dark nights of their chambers, spoken them through their eyes when their gazes locked across the throne room, laughed them to the wind as they danced in the royal gardens (at Cardan’s request). Yet the raw emotion in his words right then, the surety in his voice, nearly cut her open. She wanted to return the sentiment, to tell him what he means to her, but the words froze in her throat. A flash of hatred coursed through Jude at that. Hatred directed at no one but herself. For still freezing when it comes to laying her heart bare before him, the one person she trusts. The one person who deserved her vulnerability. Instead, like a coward, she caught onto his earlier words. 

Jude snorted. “Please, you don’t know what the word insecurity means when it comes to looks.” She poked at his high cheekbones jokingly, before tracing her finger down his sharp jaw. “You’ve never looked less than perfect a day in your life.”

Cardan’s hand rose to cover hers. His gaze pinned her in place. “And yet when I saw true contempt in your eyes, the day you returned to Elfhame, I felt uglier than I ever have in all my days.” He flashed back to the hate she directed at him. It felt like a steel net, weighing him down, closing his airways. He could hardly breathe under the weight. 

She brushed her thumb over his cheek.

Tears in his eyes were the last straw. Jude searched his face, her thoughts racing. No more, she decided. No more hiding. Cardan deserves better. He deserves more. He deserves vulnerability and to be loved freely. He deserves no more armor. Jude steeled her heart and something shifted in her eyes.

“It’s interesting that you saw contempt,” she murmured. “Considering I couldn’t bring myself to be angry with you the way I wished to.” Cardan’s eyes widened in surprise. The corner of her lips twitched. “Unfortunately, hating you has never been easy.” Jude stroked his cheek again. “There are days I question whether I could truly manage it at all.”

There’s a lightness in her eyes he’s unaccustomed to. No. Not a lightness, but rather the absence of weight. Jude does not often voice her feelings, but when she does, there is hesitance. Fear and reluctance swirl in her heart and heavy her tongue. The words she normally would have had to force out, flow today from her lips as naturally as water. Her lips ticked upwards, settling into the ghost of a smile.

Her arm wound tighter around his neck, decreasing the distance between them, while her other hand remained pressed between his hand and his cheek. His own arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer still. Her mouth rose to his, just a hairsbreadth from touching it.

“Did you ever truly hate me,” she whispered.

“I believed I did.” Cardan’s gaze never wavered from hers. “I convinced myself the intense emotion that clouded my every thought was hate, because it seemed like the only acceptable answer. I tried to nurture those thoughts further towards darkness and hatred. At least that I understood.” His temple pressed against hers and a breathy chuckle escaped his chest. “What a fool I was.”

Jude paused a moment before asking another question.

“Can you tell when I lie?”

Startled again, Cardan thought. He contemplated his answer. “I believe so.”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t think I can put it into words,” he said. “Truthfully, I don’t think I myself understand how I know. Perhaps it is a product of watching you with such scrutiny all these years. There are parts of you I find myself so attuned to that it surprises me. Very little of myself is conscious when it comes to you, my sweet nemesis.” His thumb brushed back and forth over the skin exposed by a cut of her gown at the waist. The ministration in conjunction with his smooth voice is mesmerizing. She finds herself losing awareness of everything but him. “Your eyes usually give me my answer. As you speak, whenever I look in your eyes,” he moves her hand from his cheek to his heart. “something in here just knows whether you are telling the truth.”

She locked her gaze with his now.

“I love you.”

His breath froze in his throat. And he knew, something deep in his heart knew, that it’s true. He returned her honesty with a kiss. Whispering his greatest secret against her lips.

“I love you, my dearest Jude.”

[jadedxrealityw]

-Quiet- Oliver Wood x Female Reader

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   Summary: You have been the chaser for the Gryffindor quidditch team for about a year now and were what everyone would call a ‘quiet brute’ you were fast and silent. For the past year both you and Oliver grew feelings for each other, but Oliver didn’t think you had felt the same. Until one day when Slytherin cheats during a match and you reveal why you have been quiet for so long

   Kody: Let’s see if i can capture the Oliver Wood we know. i’m am also fully aware that the timing will not fit in well, but it’s fanfiction so like lmao. I watched every single quidditch scene for this bullshit lol and i still don’t get it so bare with me please. 

   House: Gryffindor

   Possible Triggers / Warnings: cursing, Marcus Flint, Slytherin slander, (jkjkjk) a smidge of angst

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   Tap!

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   you open your eyes and snap your head towards the sound. Eyes stopping your window. An owl was tapping its beak against the glass pane. It was so early, who would send a letter this early? Sitting up from the bed and throwing your legs off, you walk towards the feathery companion. 

   reaching for the latch, you unhook and push it open. The owl stepped off of your windowsill and onto the desk right under the ledge. You plop down onto the seat and reach for the letter in its mouth. The owl drops the letter in your hand. You rip off the wax seal and grab the folded piece of paper in the envelope.

   unfolding it you see a familiar name written at the bottom ‘Oliver Wood’ the captain of your quidditch team. The wizard you had known for a year and had a small- well large infatuation with.  You cracked a small smile before reading the contents of the letter. 

   ‘Dear Y/n, since we are playing against Slytherin tomorrow and they are our biggest rivals i want add an early morning practice today, hence the letter now. This extra training will help, i promise. Once you receive this letter head to the Gryffindor common room. With l- Sincerely Oliver.’

   you sigh deeply. Not being a morning person meant you hated getting up early in general, but you couldn’t do much about it. So you go over to your dresser and grabbed some clothes suitable to practice in. It’s been cold outside recently so you needed to cover up. 

   you slip on your quidditch sweater that had your number and name on the back, your black quidditch pants, and your gloves as well. As you lace up your boots you sit on your bed so you wouldn’t fall over. Once you were finished you stand up straight, reaching for your wand on your nightstand.

   you slip it into your belt loop even though you plan on putting it in the locker that was in the changing rooms later anyway. Once your all set you open your dorm room door and make your way down the hall, passing a couple girls that unfortunately woke up as early as you. 

   as you reached the common room you saw your whole team sitting on the sofas or standing up. Angelina was the first to notice your presence “Y/n’s here. That’s all of us” she says, standing up from the couch. All eyes turn to look at you, making you advert your gaze to the fireplace. 

   lifting up your hand for a second, basically an introverted wave. “Not a morning person aye L/n?” Fred asks, pushing off the wall he was leaning on. You didn’t say anything and just shrug your shoulders in reply. “Alright, let’s head out” your captain, Oliver said, gesturing with his hand to the door. 

   the team replies with okays and such and you all begin to leave the common room. You let most of them walk out so you can be in the back, mostly so no one would try and talk to you. It was too early and you were too cranky for conversation right now- or ever really.

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   as you all walked the halls, you didn’t notice the certain scottish boy slowly falling behind until he was standing next to you. You only noticed when he suddenly spoke “Sleep well?” he asked. You turn your head to look at him for a split second before back the other direction “Fine”

   he nods once. You didn’t really give him much to go off of. Oliver made you more nervous than other people did, probably because of the crush you had on him. If only you knew he was exactly the same. “That’s good. Are you nervous about tomorrow's match? I sure know i am” 

   you shrug your shoulders once, not really knowing how to answer “A little.” you say, looking forward. You all were nearing the field now and everyone was going into the male and female locker rooms to get there brooms and such. Oliver was about to follow the other guys when you spoke again.

   “I wouldn’t worry much, your a skilled keeper” you say, E/c eyes focused on your fingerless gloves on your hands. Before he could get a word in you follow Katie Bell into the locker rooms, leaving Oliver dumbfounded by your words. “Aw look at the young love. If only you weren’t a nervous wreck right?”

   Oliver heard both twins snicker and laugh, causing him to become flustered “Both of you get your brooms” he snaps, before pushing pas the two of them. 

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    morning practice went well that day as well as afternoon practice. You were actually excited for the game tomorrow, which was a first. Maybe it’s because you wanted to see the look of despair as your team own the match. Either way, you couldn’t wait for the match to start

    “Welcome back everyone to another exciting day of quidditch! Today Gryffindor is going against Slytherin for this seasons quidditch cup! Both teams are currently tied, so this game will for sure see who is the superior team! Now, let’s welcome our teams. First Slytherin!”

   Lee Jordan’s voice boomed through the mic as the Slytherins roared for there team. You watched from the ground as the Slytherin team flew onto the field, throwing their hands in the air. You took a deep breath as they took positions “Alright we're up next guys. Mount your brooms!”

   Oliver shouts before mounting his own broom, all of you doing the same. “Let’s welcome our Gryffindors!” Lee shouts and all of you took off into the air, making your way up. You stopped in front of the Slytherin team and assumed correct positions as Madam Hooch stands on the ground below us

   “I want a clean match, ya hear me!? No magic and no wands, understood!?” she spoke, looking at both teams. Some of us nod while others just blink mindlessly. Madam Hooch kicks he box and the snitch and bludger are released. After a couple of seconds, she lifts up the quaffle from the box and holds it up.

   you tighten your grip on your broom, ready to launch at the quaffle once she throws it. Hooch smiles before tossing the quaffle in the air, causing Lee to shout once more “And let the games begin!” you and Angelina dove in to grab the quaffle while Katie drew back, just in case it was tossed outside the ‘kill circle’ that was happening at the moment. 

   a Slytherin chaser managed to get ahold of it, so Katie flew after her. Katie catches up to her and pushes the quaffle from under her arm, causing her to drop it. You could see it fall a few feet in front of you and took that chance to attempt to catch it. 

   you hold out your hand and grab the quaffle “Yes!” you say excitedly to yourself before beginning to make your way to the hoops where the slytherin keeper awaited for you, Miles Bletchley. You throw the quaffle towards the hoop and it completely misses miles and went straight in.

   “Y/n L/n scores ten points for Gryffindor!” Lee annonces, as the Gryffindors cheered your name while the Slytherin booed. Typical. You fly back as the quaffle lands in the middle again, this time Angelina goes after it.

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   after about an eternity of playing, both teams were tied with 140 points each. Harry and Draco have been unable to catch snitch. It was exhausting, but you seemed to be going strong. That was until you saw Marcus Flint with the quaffle. He was heading towards your goal.

   you see that Katie and Angelina are to busy being bombarded with bludger so you chased after Marcus. As you did so you watched as he uses his free hand to reach into his robe and grab his wand, he had most of it covered by his robe but you know what you saw. 

   Oliver, who was at the goal and ready to deflect Marcus’s throw was suddenly thrown back into the hoop and hit the metal bar. Marcus takes the opportunity to throw the quaffle into the hoop and scores “Another ten points for Slytherin and that’s 150 points. Slytherin wins!”

   you feel your heart drop as Slytherin erupts in victorious cheers. It was almost as if you were on autopilot as you flew down to meet your team. All of you watched as the Slytherin team high hived each other. What a bunch of bloody cheaters. 

   “I swore i had that. This is all my fault” Oliver spoke, his face dropped into a sad expression. You feel as if you had been punched in the gut, your fists balling in anger. You drop your broom and shrug off your robe “Hey Flint!” you shout, catching his attention as well as his teammates.

   “Well if it isn’t Gryffindor’s chaser. Came to congratulate us? How sweet” he holds his hand over his heart in mock sympathy and you swore you saw red. “Drop the act Flint. I know you cheated! I saw you pull out a wand! Which is against the rules!”

   the shouting seemed to draw in Madam Hooch as well as a couple or Professors that were leaving the stands “What’s this shouting all about!” she says, placing her hands on her hips “Marcus Flint used a jinx on Oliver to win! I saw it! He has his wand in his robe!”

   your teammates stood behind you, shocked by your outbursts. You only spoke about three words at a time and you were always so neutral. It was strange to say the least as you were fuming with anger. “I did not cheat! Your just being a sore loser and a bitch!” Marcus yelled back at you. 

   “What did he say!?”Oliver shouts, ready to knock Marcus out, but Fred and George hold him back. “Mr. Flint! There is no need for that language, now empty your pockets this instant!” Madam Hooch points to his robes as he turns a shade of white.

    “B-But i didn’t do anything! She’s spewing nonsense just because her captain is incompetent!” Marcus blurts out as a last attempt. Oh he did not. “Listen here you sack of shit! Oliver is the best captain and just person in general that i’ve ever met. So much so that you had to cheat just to win!”

   everyone is stunned into silence as you yelled, venom lacing each and everyone of your words. “Now Mr. Flint!” Madam Hooch repeats and you watch as Marcus pulls out his wand and hands it to her. She looks disappointed and shakes her head solemnly.

   “What a disgrace to quidditch. Marcus Flint, you are hereby removed from the quidditch team and will serve two months in detention. Also, Gryffindor wins!” she shouts and all the Gryffindor students who remained shouted in happiness now they had gotten their rightful win. 

     Marcus crosses his arms and mutters another insult towards you. You walk up to him and punch him straight in the nose, causing him to fall back. With that, you walk off the field. You needed to calm down and couldn’t do it with all those people around shouting and yelling.

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   you had avoided your team for the rest of the day, shameful of your outburst. You wondered if you would get in trouble for punching Marcus and the fact that you told half the school you thought Oliver Wood was the best person in the world, either way. You were fucked. 

   you were now making your way to your dorm so you could cram in some studying before bed. You wore a white t-shirt, a red and white flannel as well as baggy blue jeans. As you opened the door of your dorm a flash of light causes you to stumble abit as well as a bunch of colored paper? oh confetti. 

   “Thank you Y/n!” you hear multiple people yell. You quickly decipher each one as one of your teammates. As your vision cleared you saw Fred and George holding up a banner that said ‘Y/n is the best’ Angelina and Katie were holding baskets that were filled to the top with sweets. 

   Harry was holding a case of butterbeer with a kind smile on his face. Last. but not least Oliver stood in the middle with a bouquet of flowers. you felt your heart race a little more when your eyes met “Um- Hi” you spoke shyly and began to fiddle with the sleeve of your flannel. 

   “You didn’t tell us you had that fire in you Y/n!” George shouts out of nowhere, his twin nodding in agreement “Wicked” Fred says in agreement. You just shrugged your shoulders “Uh- Thanks?” you said, unsure of what the both of them meant. 

   “yeah, you definitely put Marcus Flint in his place. Even Draco Malfoy apologized to us. It was insane, you should of been there!” Angelina exclaims, placing her basket of sweets on the ground of your room “You avoided us yesterday, why?” Katie asked, everyone's heads perking up.

   you sigh deeply and figured you owed them some sort of explanation “I’m just really socially awkward i guess. My uh- my parents died when i was like nine in some freak potions accident with Luna Lovegood’s mom. So Xenophilius Lovegood took me in. I was mute for awhile, so talking is just hard i suppose?”

   the girls faces drop as well as Olivers. Who knew your silence came with such a dark reason. “Sorry- did i ruin the mood?” you ask and they all immediately shake their heads “No, of course not! Anyway, we wanted to thank you for calling Marcus out and basically handing us the win.” Oliver spoke, taking a step towards you.

   “Also for sticking up for me. I appreciate it” He adds and you feel a familiar warmth invade your stomach harshly. Oliver hands you the bunch of poppies and you tilt your curiously “There fake?” you question and he nods once “I know your allergic to pollen” he says, which makes your heart skip a couple beats.

   you remember mentioning that you were allergic to pollen when you first met. He remembered after all this time? A cough interrupted the both of you and you look to see Fred double fisting butterbeers “Enough of that love shit, lets just hang out”

   your team burst out in laughter as both you and Oliver looked away from each other in embarrassment. Stupid Fred.  

       ☼-☪-☼

    a couple hours later Angelina was passed out on top of Katie on the floor, they had all brought sleeping bags apparently. This was very planned. Harry was laying on a beanbag chair with a blanket over him and marker on his face. George and Fred’s idea. 

   speaking of the twins they both were laying on the floor next to the trunk at the end of your bed, sweet wrappers surrounded them. You and Oliver had yet to fall asleep yet. You had actually opened up a bit and enjoyed talking to him. The more you talked, the more you fell for him really. 

   during the little ‘party’ your team had you all changed into different clothes (in their own dorms of course) so you were now wearing a black muggle t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Oliver was wearing his quidditch jersey and black sweatpants. He looked- well...hot.

   “You know Y/n. I can stop thinking about how you said i was the best person you knew” you inhale sharply and lean back onto your pillows, since you were both sitting on your bed “Yeah?” you question, afraid to say anything more. Oliver sits up straight, eyes boring into you. 

   “I think your the best person i know” he says confidently, reaching for your hand. He grabs it and runs the pad of his thumb over your skin. “Yeah?” you repeated once more. He snorts and looks down at the bedsheets for a moment before looking back at you “I’m trying to say i like you Y/n, like a lot”

   say what now? Oliver Wood. The guy who you thought barely noticed you just said he had feelings for you. Like earlier, your brain ran on autopilot “Yeah?...” you say a third time. Oliver rolls his eyes before leaning into kiss you gently, hands cupping your face and leaving room for you to push him away. 

   up close he smelt like fresh cut wood- like from a broomstick. That made sense actually. You snapped back to reality and hesitantly reach up to place your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. Oliver responds and places one hand on your waist.

   he lays you back against the bed and hovers over you, breaking the kiss. You look at him with a flushed expression “I like you too- you said it earlier so i felt like i should say it now...before anything else happens” you spoke quickly and quietly. 

   Oliver raises a brow in amusement “Anything else? Who knew you could think so dirty Y/n” he says in a teasing tone. You shake your head “What- no that’s not what i meant” your sentence trails off into a mumble. He chuckles quietly “I know” he said, going into kiss you again.

   “Can you guys not shag up, were right here” when did Fred wake up?

   “Yeah, be respectful to others around you” and there goes George.

   you watched as Oliver’s eye twitched in irritation “Both of shut up and go back to sleep. We are not shagging up” he says and they both mumble an okay. He lays back against the bed, turning on his side to face you “I think we should sleep as well, you don’t mind me sleeping here right?”

   you shake your head, not minding him there. He smiles lightly before reaching down to the grab the sheet. He pulled it over both of you. You go to scooch away to the other side when he wraps an arm around and pulls your back against his chest “You can’t get away that easily, lass” he whispered.

   you held back a small laugh before getting comfortable in the Captain's arms. “Night Y/n” he spoke quietly before placing a kiss to the back of your head. “Goodnight Oliver” you said back and used your wand to turn out the lights before closing your eyes.

   and with that. You fell asleep. 

    ☼-☪-☼

   Kody: I call these group of idiots the chaotic Gryffindor quidditch team. Anyways, peace. 

[lee-scribbles-and-doodles]

S3 Ep1

Haha, I'm in danger

Oooh, the menu screen already has an edgy feel to it wtf

I KNOW this is the season with the angst IDK if I'm ready tbh

Opening narration?

This is so ominous

White Gorilla?

Haha his name sounds like skunkape

Pfft, the boys like him even though he's a tool

There's a cathouse in their prison

The narrator has a very punchable face

Girl Stinky!

Oh? We can play as Max?

Wow, OK, so they just go straight into Max having powers

Wait, is Stinky dating Skunkape?

Not gonna lie, this tutorial is a bit tedious

Harry!

Ew, he's nearly nakey

Aw, Sam hugged Max to teleport

Max is a little too excited to be a bazooka

"Say hello to my little buddy!"

Oh thank God the tutorial is over

This narrator is super fucking pretentious and I want him to shut up

Sam patting Max's head in the opening is cute 🥺

It kind of ruins the surprise factor to have shown us so many of the toys so early tbh

Wait, why can Sam see Max's visions

Skunkape is full of bs

Omg what does this narrator have with actually starting at the beginning 😒

The Commissioner just called to check in I guess

Sam just treats Max developing powers casually

"Toys... toys... we must prepare the toys!" "That's just a typical Friday night for you, Sam!" 👀

"We could just give ourselves tongue baths, like cat and flight attendants do." "Well, OK I guess."

Seriously, how does someone walk away from these games an not realize these two are love interests

I accidentally went into the spaceship early

Oh hey, moleman death.

Also the brain is dead and we need to revive him

Superball!

Sam immediately pulling out his gun when Skunkape gets creepy with Max 🥰

"Does the general want a banana?"

Ok let's go back to the spaceship

Not sure if I like the future vision. I'm not the best at these puzzel type games but I'm worried it'll make it too easy.

Also what does skunkape want with the molemen?

C.O.P.S. are freeloaders now

They don't like Skunkape because he brought advanced technology to earth

Bluster Blaster went to Vegas with Bosco

The demons in the Desoto aren't so bad as long as we "don't turn on the ac."

"Why do we have jumper cables, neither of us know how to use them." "It's simple, Sam! The red cable clamps to the left nipple and the black cable--" "Neither of us know how to use them legally, Max."

Let's got to Stinky's!

Flint Paper us here!

Oooh, it looks different.

"Where do you keep all that change?" "In my sock, of course." "You're naked, where do you keep your sock?" "That's... none of your damn buisness."

"But your the only hairy, overweight, domineering control freak I need, Sam." "Gee thanks, Max. ...I think."

Let's talk to... Flint 😍

He just wants to focus on his spaghetti which, y'know, fair

Whoops, I made Sam try to sneak into the kitchen

Pfft ge immediately Blairs Max when he gets caught

Girl Stinky still refusing to call the boys by their names

Ok so the fry cook is missing and she's most likely lying about the power core

Of course we can't just take the demon broth

I missed Grandpa Stinky 👴

Wait, wouldn't Girl Stinky be his daughter, not his granddaughter?

Stinky knows about the space gorillas???

Time to go in the sewers!

Blah, Sybil and Abe are still together 😓

Let's visit Mama Bosco

Ooooh, Sam's scared of Mama Bosco's house

I just realized Sam and Max were the ones to cause her death (it was an accident but still)

Mama Bosco is trying

Sam & Max blipped out existence for a moment 😮

Max is refusing to go through the moleman tunnel

"I miss touching things." "Yeah, touching is my third favorite thing to do to things." *Sam and Mama give him weirded out looks* "In case anyone was curious, the second is licking."

Mama Bosco, honey, Skunkape is clearly evil

Mama basically confirming Max is going to explode. Is that where the angst comes in

Sam deliberately hitting the traffic cone made me laugh

Ok, I think I know what to do

Got the broth

Aw, Girl set herself and Gramps up for relationship councilsing.

Why the heck isn't Girl Stinky's cellphone number showing up!?

Omg I forgot to give Flint the helmet I'm so stupid that's why it didn't show up

Wait is Flint married to someone named Doris?

Flint though Stinky and Sam were in, ugh, "cahoots"

Oh, Doris is his allergy specialist

Ok, I got the battery

Yay, the brain is awake!

Oh, he almost rated us out to Skunkape by accident

Max has "the gift"

Max wants to pee on Skunkape

Superball!!!

"I'm president of the United States, why didn't I hear about it?" "It's explained in books, sir." "Oh, right."

Max holding Superball's hand 😭

Oh, wait can we go in the mole room

It's a giant toaster?

Ew all the mole juice is on the floor

Sam immediately goes to hug Sam for the teleport

"ENJOYING THE RIDE SAM!?"

"Note to self, when traveling through Max's brain, keep your eyes shut!"

I tried traveling to Sybil, it didn't work 😢

Oh, Girl Stinky's cellphone!

Oh, Grandpa Stinky has the badge

He gave all that money to Skunkape???

He's in skunkape's army now... great

Poor Max can't reach Stinky to kill him

Oh wait, I think I know what to do.

Haha suck it Gramps

Aw, Skunkape doesn't appreciate him 😢

Let's go back to Mama Bosco

Oooh, Shiny pidgeon

"It's an engagement ring." "Sam, this is so sudden! I-I don't know what to say!" "Quiet, bonehead!"

Can... Can I use the ring on Max?

I can!

The fact that Sam seriously considers proposing to Max right there has me like 🥺💕

At least they're married in the cartoon 💍

I'm just going to play that cutscene again

The doorgorilla won't let us in let's teleport

Ok then! We got thrown out

Let's use the crimetron

Aw, they named the thingy bobber from the sewer Carol

Oooh Pizza

The pigeon actually ate the phone

"Pick up that phone, Max." "I'm not touching it!" "*sighs*"

Oh cool, I like pawn shops

Sam, honey the fact that you could pick up a manhole cover at all is impressive. Those things can weigh anywhere between 70-300 lbs.

New headcanon that Sam has super strength, he's just oblivious to it

Haha, and I thought the space ape was going to slip on the peel

Oh wait, I think I just figured out how to get rid of the space apes at Momma Boscos

Hahaha gorilla fall on other gorilla

Ew, naked mole man

Max looking adoringly at the toy store

Oh, so this is the part they get kidnapped

Ew, the narrator is back 😕

"You'd be surprised just how many fetishes there are that involve Sam and me."

Oh, so Girl Stinky and Skunkape aren't dating

Skunkape sent her a dick pic?!?!?

Oh wow, he really turned it around on us, huh.

How did they not notice the bomb on Max's back until now

Sam smacked Max and now he's just.... hovering in the air

Well, that was easy to get out of

Mama Bosco saved us sort of

Queen 👑

Oh Momma, you crazy inventor

Oh, so we're turning their building into an alternate dimension

"You keep coming up with creepy disaster scenarios that always end with you eating me. It's getting annoying." "If you don't like it then stop looking so damned tasty."

Molemam cultists

The boys' first instinct upon seeing a creepy box is to pull a pandora

Max pointing and laughing as Skunkape gets sucked away is everything

Ew Narrator is back again

Skeleton Sam and Max????

[sapphicambitions]

Writing prompts: 1) pirate workplace comedy, either pre series or early season 1 featuring some combination of Flint, Gates, and some crew shenanigans. 2) London Era Flintham I am literally begging you. Can even be set during/just before the three months they were apart if you wanna dial up the angst.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Every day was just the ticking of the clock. 

Every day was just the ticking of the clock and the ache in Thomas’s chest.

Letters weren’t enough. (They’d never be enough.) And even then, each letter they sent had to be carefully encrypted. Had to be written in such a language that if it were to fall into the wrong hands, it wouldn’t be damning. He could not convey the depths of his affection to James, could not convey how deeply he missed him for fear that it would be intercepted. It already felt like they were playing with fire with every letter. Felt like if any single line of their letters strayed out of the norm, from their mission, from factual discussion, it would be another piece of kindling added to the stake on which society would burn them. 

It was agonizing. 

He wished he could reach across the ocean and grab James by the collar and drag him back to England. Drag him back to safety, away from the dreadful pirates, away from the horrors that lie within the New World. He didn’t care about the mission, didn’t care about what they were trying accomplish, he didn’t fucking care. He just needed James back in London and back in his arms so he could feel his heartbeat and know the pirates hadn’t taken him in the night, hadn’t struck him down by the sword or shot in him in the head.

But no, the only thing he had to go off of were fucking letters. Letters that assured him he was fine and alive and still planning on coming back home.

But the letters weren’t enough.

The lifeless parchment would never replace the feeling of his lover’s breath. Would never echo his laughter. Would never mimic his smile. Could never fully capture the depths of his cleverness and humor. The ink on the page would never measure up to the color of James’ eyes, the freckles on his arms, the softness of his hair, the gentleness of his kiss.

Thomas just felt lost without him.

He still had Miranda, as he would always have Miranda. 

But without James? God, he might as well have been wandering the desert for forty days and forty nights. He had no compass, no stars in the night sky to guide him, no map to chart his course, no nothing. 

All he had were the fucking letters. The letters and the passing calendar days that would bring James’ return with them. The letters and the fucking clock.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Every day was just the ticking of the clock. 

[cosmiceverafter]

The Pieces Want to Be Together

Pairing: Alex Manes/Michael Guerin

Characters in this chapter: Alex Manes; Michael Guerin; Gregory Manes; Isobel Evans; (mentions of Flint & the Scooby Squad). 

Rating: T

Words in chapter: 2k

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Ch.1/Ch.2

**Content Warning for this chapter: mention & slight evidence of torture/abuse during a kidnapping; blood warning; minor violence; mention of death (no character deaths). None of these are graphic.**

Summary: Day 3: | REUNION | faith, loyalty, optimism, resilience.

A/N: A lot of what I wrote, is speculation for the episodes to come for the rest of this season. It also shows my hope that Gregory Manes is in fact a good guy and Flint Manes can be redeemed.

I hope you enjoy the last chapter of this fic for Missing Alex Manes Weekend! I really enjoyed writing something that was a bit different for me. But you should always know, with angst will always come to a happy ending full of hope. Thank you for reading!

To you Alex Manes: I love you very much.

Ch. 3: Fit Together with You

Alex flutters his eyes open, feeling a searing slash of pain from his head.

All he sees is darkness. He is unable to make out any features around him.

Where am I?

Trying to make sense of everything, he calculates strategically the surrounding area.

Why would someone want… him? Was he getting a bit too close to something? Did this have to do with the aliens of 1947? Did this have to do with Michael?

His hands are bound, but he tries to feel the ground. Cold hard pavement.

He will find a way out. He owes it to himself and the love he has for Michael.

Alex will not go without a fight.

***

Michael thought he understood fear after a lifetime of hopelessness. But fear was finally understood when Alex Manes was gone.

Alex had been kidnapped, and his brain had short-circuited any reason or patience.

When he had been searching location after location without a trace, that was when the fear settled in as well as the realization he couldn't lose Alex.

This human boy had taught him so much, not just what love truly meant, but learning about who he was and what he wanted from this life here on earth.

He fell in love early on with Alex in high school, staring constantly at the way Alex’s eyes fluttered when he got into his music. He was so talented and Michael admired him from a distance for so long.

But Alex had offered not only a safe haven to call his own, but his heart as well.

Michael for the first time in his life felt what having a family could feel like.

The two of them had made mistakes, more times than he could possibly count, but they kept coming back to one another in a way cosmic lovers would.

Alex was the shooting star in his night sky and together they made the constellation of peace, love, and hope.

It was the melody he had heard every single time Alex had played on his guitar. Quite honestly, it was the most moving moment of his life.

These were the thoughts that swirl in Michael’s mind as he searches all of Roswell. He would travel to heaven and hell to find one simple clue to Alex's well being.

After hours of nothing, he receives a phone call. It’s Gregory Manes.

***

Bright lights shine in his eyes, and Alex swallows, “Who are you?”

There is shuffling and Alex knows there are multiple people around him. He can’t make out faces but he can see figures standing around.

Finally, a deep unfamiliar voice says, “You’ll know in time. This is for the greater good.”

“What are you talking about?”

“We know who you are, Alex Manes, and who you associate with. That is, what you associate with. We will have answers.”

So this was about aliens.

Alex isn't clear on much of this situation, but one thing is crystal clear: He will protect Michael Guerin with his last dying breath.

***

Michael had always been right about Gregory Manes. He was the next best Manes after Alex.

The guy was good. He cared about his younger brother, more than even Michael had realized. He didn’t fit the mold that Jesse had once created for their last name.

Gregory had also found out Alex was missing when he had come to visit Roswell. He too had entered Alex’s house and went on his own search when he had seen the evidence of a struggle.

Apparently, he had inquired information from their other brother Flint, who wasn’t always the guy you’d want watching your back. But Michael also thought there was more to Flint than meets the eye.

After hours of figuring information out, they had all come to terms with the fact this wasn’t Jesse’s doing, much to all their surprise.

It was another puzzle Michael realized, that he didn’t know how to fit back together. Story of his life.

***

They ask questions; he doesn’t answer.

He’s hit, repeatedly; he’s had worse.

They press further; he doesn’t cry out.

Their frustration grows; he stands his ground.

They use fear and hate; he uses resilience and love.

***

Michael refuses to give up, he can't.

His phone rings and he looks down. It’s Isobel now.

“Iz?”

“It’s Alex.”

“I know...I’ve been searching for him with Greg,” Michael says as his eyes fill with tears. No use trying to stop them. “We can’t find him. Anywhere.”

He looks at Alex’s brother who is now driving his truck, and his brother looks as solemn as he feels.

“Michael, listen to me!” Isobel exclaims on the other side, “I know where Alex is!”

***

Alex’s whole body aches and he finally lets a moan escape his lips. He’s not sure how much more he can handle. He’s tough, but hell, he’s only human after all.

Whatever these things are...he's not entirely sure they are human. However, feeling delirious will do that to a person. He can no longer make sense of it all.

It’s been hours, and Michael never leaves his mind.

Michael is his anchor that keeps him tethered to his strength; it keeps him grounded and sane. He’s grateful even though his alien isn’t even there.

Truthfully though, Michael is always with him.

It all seems so trivial now; their arguments the inability to connect through the pain.

If only they both had foreseen this future, maybe they would have communicated what they had wanted so much sooner.

Being at rock bottom will do that to a person though. Your regrets, your mistakes, all of it, comes crashing into you like a current in the ocean.

These thoughts stay in Alex's mind. He realizes he probably won’t make it through the night. But at least he will go knowing he didn’t budge; he kept Michael’s identity and whereabouts hidden, as well as his pod siblings.

Some things are worth dying for.

As he allows himself to lean against the wall and close his swollen eyes, he hears a commotion outside the cold dark room he’s kept in.

There is yelling, a boom, and screaming.

He can’t make sense of it; he doesn’t have the energy to even try.

But that’s when he hears it, the most beautiful sound in the world.

Michael’s voice.

He found me, Alex realizes as he finally breaks. The tears run down his cheeks as he succumbs to darkness.

***

Isobel, that brilliant-not-by-blood-sister of his, was right! She had given them a location, something that she had seen when she had gone to Alex’s house.

Isobel had touched the floor where Alex had fallen, and that’s when she had a vision. The warehouse had been clearer than the light of day, and she explained it perfectly.

It was miles out of Roswell, but luckily, Michael knew exactly the one. He had driven past it many times over the years.

Gregory is by his side as they enter the location. Michael does not see who the people are that took Alex because their faces are covered, but that doesn’t stop him from throwing them against the walls. Hard.

Michael knows he's probably just given away his identity. He just doesn't care.

His anger is unmatched at this moment.

Gregory stops and looks at him with a look of shock, but Michael just shrugs and keeps on moving. There is no time to talk about the “what are you and where did you come from?” speech.

Unfortunately, whoever they are, escape quickly, but his number one mission and priority is to find Alex.

They will be dealt with later, that much is certain. A vow of his for the mere fact that they ever thought they could touch Alex Manes.

Gregory yells at him to come over and he sees a locked door against the metal wall. Gregory gives Michael the look with a bit of hesitation.

Michael opens it easily with his powers and scopes out the room quickly.

Alex.

His stomach falls as he sees Alex crumpled in the corner of the small room. Michael almost collapses, but Gregory steadies him.

Alex’s brother rushes over to his younger brother’s side, clearly checking for a pulse.

Michael has never felt this before. Before when trying to find Alex, he was on a mission. But this… this is different. If Alex is not okay, Michael will not make it. He knows this to be true. They are too connected and intertwined.

He won’t survive that type of pain.

So he’s stuck. Unmoving. He literally cannot breathe.

“He has a pulse,” Gregory calls out, which adds faith and hope back into Michael’s life. “It’s weak though. We have to get him to a doctor.”

“Valenti,” Michael replies, still scared to see Alex and the damage they caused the love of his life. “Kyle Valenti. He’ll help.”

“Here,” Gregory exclaims as he rushes over, “let me talk to him.” Michael punches in the number for the good Doctor and gives his phone to Greg. The guy looks over at Alex, and his eyes are full of sadness, “Go be with him. He needs you, Michael.”

Gregory leaves the room for a moment and Michael can hear him talking to Kyle.

Slowly, as if in a dream...a nightmare, Michael walks over to Alex.

He bends down and starts to cry instantly as he takes in Alex. All the emotions he has felt searching for Alex and the horrific outcome of this reality is too much.

The bruises are all over Alex. He’s swollen and bloody. Not Alex. God, no. Not to Alex….

Michael lifts Alex’s hand up gently and sees damage there as well. “I’m so sorry, Alex.” He cannot stop crying. The heavy sobs leave his body as he trembles uncontrollably. Michael realizes he’s not just crying because of what happened to Alex, he’s sorry for the way he has treated Alex over the last few months. He took Alex for granted and now here his love is, broken and in pieces right before him. “I’m so damn sorry.”

He bends down and kisses Alex’s battered forehead. That’s when Alex moans. He squeezes Alex’s hand softly, “Alex! Alex, I’m here. I’m here. I won’t leave...I’ll never leave you again.”

Alex squeezes his hand back.

***

It takes Alex a while to heal, but luckily with the help of Kyle, Michael, and his friends, he makes progress every single day.

It's both mental and physical healing he needs and that in itself, takes time.

The group continues digging deeper to try to figure out who took him. It’s nice to see everyone working together for a change. He’s wanted that for some time. Maybe that was the good of being taken after all; they stopped taking each other for granted.

As far as Michael, he never leaves his side. That gesture doesn’t annoy him though, if anything, it’s beyond comforting and welcoming.

Neither of them is walking away. They prove that more and more each day.

Michael is generous and gives him space and time, not expecting anything. It means so much to him.

But he does give Alex several hugs a day; clinging on to him tightly as if to make sure Alex is real. Alex gets his strength from Michael every time. 

They finally have their breakfast and open up about it all, even the parts that hurt. But that was the point of healing, true healing. In doing that, they break the barriers of their cycle once created.

Their talk wasn't a one-time thing either; they talk for weeks and weeks, sometimes going late into the nights. The nights where they make each other laugh, are Alex's favorite. He realizes that even though during their time apart when they weren't together, they had been building that friendship all along.

Sometimes during these chats, he catches Michael just staring at him, and he can’t help but smile. Their love has only grown. Deeper than even he could have imagined it would.

One sunny morning, he decides to finish the song he has been working on. Alex is staying at the cabin that Jim left him. It offers peace and solace, especially if Michael is there. Which he is, always.

Alex smiles as he pulls his guitar out of the black case. It's funny how an object can cause so much joy. The gift of music was just that, a gift.

As he holds the guitar in his hands for the first time in a while, he closes his eyes from the comfort it brings. His fingers sometimes still ache, but he plays anyway.

He plays the trauma he grew up with, the pain, and the sorrow, but also the resilience and the strength to rise from the ashes. He adds the hope, faith, and love that Michael has brought into his life. The joy of friendship and unity as he sees his friends smiling back at him. And most importantly, he plays the love he feels for himself and the growth he has made, with a nod of gratitude in Forrest’s direction.

It is the melody of his life. The melody that makes him...Alex.

“That was so beautiful,” he hears softly behind him as he finishes.

Alex looks over to see Michael beautifully leaning against the doorframe holding two cups of coffee, his curls tousled from sleep.

“I hope I didn’t wake you, I know it’s early.”

Michael shakes his head, “Nah, it's the best alarm clock there is actually.” He walks over barefoot on the wooden porch and hands Alex a mug.

He sits down and looks at Alex with a genuine loving smile, “Truthfully though. It might’ve been the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard you play.”

“Thanks,” Alex replies with a smile of his own. “I’ve been working on it for…well, a very long time now.”

“Is it finished?” Michael asks. Alex looks deeper into those hazel eyes. Not for the first time around the guy, hope fills him up like a balloon. “I think it’s just the beginning of a very special story actually.”

Michael nods and takes Alex’s hand softly. “I hope to hear each chapter of that story then.”

Alex moves Michael’s healed hand to his lips and kisses it gently, “You are and will always be a huge part of this story, Michael. The story is a part of us.”

“You always have a way with words, Alex Manes.”

The words he has wanted to say every day are right there. They are the only words that truly matter when it comes to the alien sitting next to him, “Speaking of words, there are a few more important ones I need to say to you.”

Michael smiles once more as he leans in closer to Alex, “Please, tell me.”

Alex takes in this moment, never looking back, “I love you, too.”

Tears fill both of their eyes as they come together as those two pieces of their puzzle, finally fitting together as one as they kiss.

The missing piece was there all along.

Hope was the melody that would always bring their love home.

[littlealeta]

I’m having a bit of hope for Sony Animation’s future

Some of these movies reviewed contain spoilers so if you don’t want to be spoiled, you have been warned.

First, I want to let you know that I am the biggest hater of Sony since Animat. Yes, it is probably the worst animation studio currently around. The only film that I genuinely liked from them was Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 1 and that doesn’t mean it’s a great film. It’s also part of my childhood so I may be biased towards it. After that, they have been going downhill with movies such as the Smurfs. I haven’t seen Open Season, Surf’s Up, or Arthur Christmas so I can’t say much about how their early years were.

A lot of people say that Spiderverse and Hair Love are a return to form but they weren’t my cup of tea mainly because they were too dramatic and angsty for me. And they have been stuck in this angst era since Hotel Transylvania, sure they made light-hearted movies in between that and Spiderverse but I had to mention that because that was the start of them getting into angst. I haven’t seen Angry Birds 2 which is a post-Spiderverse film but I’ve seen the first one and that was light-hearted enough even if it was overall a mediocre film. So, if Angry Birds 2 is more light-hearted than Spider-verse and Hair Love, then I’m happy that Sony at least still makes those kind of movies for lighthearted fans like myself who is not a fan of feeling too sorry for the characters, tearing up over a movie or getting tense over a relationship that’s full of tension.

But what I haven’t mentioned much is why I hate this company as a whole besides Hair Love and Spiderverse so I’m going to give some reviews over the films I have seen from them throughout their run.

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs

This one is an interesting case. I saw this after recently turning 11 and I actually didn’t care much for the film the first time I saw it. The trailers made the film look stupid but I decided to see it because I wanted to know what all the praise was about.

I thought it was a stupid, childish kids film with ridiculous animation and body proportions and over-expressive and annoying characters. Though, I didn’t hate it, I thought it was decent enough for me to try it again and I did, and I enjoyed it a bit more. I ended up crushing on Flint. He makes such creative inventions, he’s highly intelligent, and he genuinely cares about his town and others’ wellbeing. Him making food for his impoverished town is the driving motivator of the film. I wanted to be friends with him. I also sympathized with his plight of wanting to please his dad and everyone because he grew up unloved, bullied, motherless and with a dad who doesn’t understand him. I know that some people think that he’s annoying because yes, he did become arrogant but honestly, I don’t think it was completely his fault. The people got greedy and he didn’t want to alienate anyone by lessening the food and the amount of it which goes back to how he grew up. I enjoyed seeing him grow from this naive guy who didn’t care about the consequences of his actions, to a selfless man who sacrifices himself for the greater good of his town while stopping his machine.

And it’s not just Flint who I liked, almost all the characters are well-developed and go through some decent growth. While there isn’t much story in there, the whole film was just fun and feel-good to watch. There are a lot of funny jokes for both kids and adults and while it’s based on a book, the concept of raining food sounds ridiculous but that’s part of what makes the film so imaginative. And that’s not all the story is about, it’s also about a guy who wants to please his misunderstanding dad, which is what makes the story more compelling and heartfelt. It doesn’t rely on wackiness and silliness all the way through like most films of its kind does, it also has some slower moments such as the father-son relationship and some actual character development. Yes, it’s the same parent who doesn’t want their child to have a career trope but it’s relatable and it’s subverted because the child in this case is an adult or thereabout and most adults should be allowed to be independent but even Flint is hindered by his overprotective parent.

The only things that bring this film down besides my initial complaints are the trouble-making, borderline useless, static Steve and the anti-climatic, overlong third act. I also won’t deny that Flint’s dorkiness did get on my nerves at times.

Rating: 7/10

Smurfs

I haven’t seen this film since it first came out and I was 12 at the time so I’m not as critical of it as most people are to it. I just found it a decent film, that’s all. It’s not Cloudy, it’s nothing to write home about. Just okay.

Rating: 6/10

Hotel Transylvania

This movie is another forgettable outing of Sony. I haven’t seen this since it came out so I can’t say much about it. I didn’t like it. It’s just an angsty teen drama, that’s it, and I’m not a fan of movies about angsty teens. I also remember that I thought Mavis was a stupid character and the film didn’t make a lot of sense overall. I do like the part where they danced and I do remember laughing at one joke though. Okay, that’s all I remember. I am not bothering watching this again just to re-review it. What’s worse is that I saw this on my birthday so you can say it was a bad birthday present. That’s okay, it’s just a movie after all and I still had fun with my other birthday presents.

This is the film that started Sony’s real downfall.

Rating: 4/10

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2

After hearing that this film was in development, I was upset and disappointed. I didn’t want a sequel to this film, it didn’t need one! It was perfect as it is and it’s going to ruin it! Turns out my instincts were right. Oh my sweet baby jesus, where do I even start? This film is disappointing and painfully mediocre.

The film overall is even stupider than the first one. I chuckled at maybe like one joke which is the leek one. The way they screwed up everyone is just insane. Like I would at least feel a bit better if it was an AU and they were different incarnations even if it still wouldn’t make the film much better but no. This film is canon, these are the same characters from the first film so I will treat it as such. I was so angry at this film and I disliked Flint and everyone in it. It made me want to forget the first movie, which is one of my favorite movies and I refused to watch the first one again for 6 years!

Even the new characters weren’t anything to write home about. Chester V is the cliched bad guy who we thought was a good guy who the hero idolizes and Barry was another Steve but flatter. He, like Steve is troublesome to our heroes, has no character development, did nothing except for maybe like once and all we know from him is that he’s mischievous and loving. Just flat! And don’t even get me started on that stupid scene with him translating for Flint when I don’t think there was ANYTHING implying that he understood English before, ruining what could’ve been a tense scene of Flint speaking in front of a crowd of non-English foodimals. He’s even worse than Steve was in the first movie.

And speaking of Steve, he is the only character that stays the same but don’t worry, THEY MADE HIM EVEN MORE ANNOYING THAN HE WAS IN THE FIRST MOVIE! What dumbass at Sony thought that this character’s antics were so funny and cute that they decided to turn it up 5 notches? Like seriously, WHAT IS SO SPECIAL ABOUT THIS CHARACTER??? He is seen always stealing food, attacked Flint at one point and even played a cruel joke on Flint, upsetting him in front of a crowd of inventors and his idol! That was the straw that broke the camel’s back, I wanted this character to die. Yes, I’m usually against animal abuse but this character has made me so angry for this and all the things that he’s done in the second film and it doesn’t help my case at all that monkeys are one of my least favorite animals.

Now about the old characters, they all lost their personalities and have no purpose, aside from Flint. The only reason they all are part of the adventure was all started from stupid Flint breaking his promise to Chester V and spilling the beans to everyone of what could’ve been a secret mission. The chemistry between Flint and his dad is barely there now because somehow Chester V is a big part of Flint’s life? Yeah, because that’s all Flint worried about in the first film. Flint still has a personality but an even more annoying and OOC one. He doesn’t care about helping his town anymore, he is here trying to bond with some idol from his childhood? Here, he is stupider, brattier and cowardlier (e.g. his first reaction to Barry). He also attacked his dad with his inventions and even got addicted to coffee. And at the end, implies a passion for fishing as if science isn’t the only thing on his mind all the time? Not to mention that this ruins the environmental message about how animals shouldn’t be killed or eaten and don’t even get me started on that stupid scene where he was struggling to reel in a .5 oz fish. Another big problem with his character: HE REPEATS THE SAME DEVELOPMENT AND STORY HE HAD IN THE FIRST FILM! But this time, it’s not even sympathetic, he has friends so why is he ignoring them in favor of Chester V?

And… I’m done ranting about this fucker. This review is getting too long since it’s coming from a massively disappointed, angry fanatic of the first film, if you want to see me rant about it even more, read this. I really wanted to like Flint’s next adventure and I re-watched parts of it to see if I will change my opinion like I did for the first film, still as mediocre as it was the first time I watched it in theaters and I couldn’t sit through the re-watch because it made me too angry so yeah.

On the positive side, it does have great visuals, the foodimals are cute, and there is clearly some effort put into it. I just wish it was polished a bit more with some more drafting, more creativity, and well-written characters and it could’ve been another decent, rewatchable Cloudy film.

Rating: 4/10

Steve’s First Bath

Yes, I found out a couple of months ago that Cloudy 2 had a couple of shorts. To be honest, I was not at all enjoying the idea of the 2D Animation so I picked this one since that’s apparently the only one with 3D animation but unfortunately, this one also is mostly 2D, and it doesn’t even look pretty. I don’t understand why Sony decided to use 2D animation when most CGI movies have shorts with the same animation as their movies.

This short really didn’t have any point to it and just didn’t make any sense. Why is there a restaurant called Pickle Garden? Apparently, that’s a reference to Olive Garden, I mean why not just call it Olive Garden? This is just a fictional town on Earth, not a fantasy world.

Most of the film revolves around Steve and him causing trouble. Here, he took a shit in the lab I guess, on the same day Flint was supposed to date so he creates a cleaning robot for Steve. This causes shenanigans between him and the robot and this ends up destroying Flint’s lab. Flint comes back not even HOLDING BACK TEARS AT THE SIGHT OF HIS DESTROYED LAB and zoom out to Flint begging Sam not to dump him. Like the dude could’ve just called off the date, it’s not that important. Poor thing had a rough day, he didn’t have to somehow make a 2D Memory Thought Translator at the last minute and worry his pretty little head off over Sam dumping him when the whole thing was not even his fault.

Of course she doesn’t dump him because she’s too nice for that. The annoying Steve dirties himself up again and Flint and Sam just laugh it off in a cliched ending.

Cloudy is digging a deeper ditch with these cash grabs and don’t know how Flint always takes his destroyed lab so well. I mean, the second movie has this same problem where Flint’s lab and computer is all torn up, his hometown has turned into a jungle and Flint and company aren’t even sad about it. If I were him, I would be tearing up and then crying my eyes out when nobody can see.

Rating: 3/10

Smurfs: The Lost Village

While this isn’t as bad as Transylvania and Cloudy 2, it was still very mediocre. It had an interesting concept but executed poorly. There were some on-the-nose dialogue, corny jokes, and a predictable story with static characters you couldn’t care for and little to put me on the edge of my seat. There is even that classic Disney trope at the end where a dead character is brought back to life through love.

I also do not get how Smurfette died by fighting back Gargamel with her powers. Now keep in mind, I have not seen the Smurfs cartoon series so maybe these stuff were expanded upon in there.

On the positive side, it does have some heart and entertaining scenes.

Rating: 5/10

Hotel Transylvania: The Series

Okay, I have no idea why I decided to watch this series. I guess I was flipping through channels and wanted to watch something on Disney Channel and caught the first episode of this series.

It is just flat-out awful. There is lowbrow humor and a totally cliched story. The animation was also ugly to look at. I have nothing positive to say about it. Just why this piece of mediocrity was turned into a franchise is beyond me.

Rating: 1/10

The Emoji Movie

Wow, Sony, they released three poorly made movies in one year.

The concept of this movie is absurd, how do you make a movie out of emojis? Take Wreck it Ralph, Inside Out, and The Lego Movie and mix elements from them all up and you get a boring, cliched film about a guy who doesn’t fit in and goes on an adventure to try and fit in. I’m sick and tired of Hollywood taking everything and making movies out of them.

The movie portrays teens as stereotypical phone addicts who can’t spend 1 minute away from their phones and promote emojis as the only way to communicate. These themes are so contrived and stupid to promote.

And the characters? I can’t remember much about the characters. Hi Five is an annoying genki boy who’s always causing trouble? Gene has no personality besides he’s nice and feels insecure about the fact that he’s meh and can express so many emotions? Jailbreak is a sassy feminist who is actually a princess? Poop is poop. Smiler is a forgettable villain who’s probably in there because we always need the villain? Alex? He has no personality, all he wants to do is to impress an also flat girl.

This movie overall is just stupid. We have a deus ex machina moment where the twitter bird comes in to save our heroes (why didn’t Jailbreak just drop her feminism and use it to get over the fire wall and where they need to go anyway?) And don’t even get me started on Gene turning into a grey meh emoji after Jailbreak dumps him. Like why would being dumped cause you to be emotionless? I can see it making you angry and depressed but definitely not emotionless.

I don’t have any points to give this film other than the technical parts of it which are the decent animation and voice-acting. This is not surprising since Sony’s movies are usually well-animated and it had a star-studded cast but that’s it. The movie’s nothing special at all. I’m struggling to find something positive about the writing….. Well, I guess Gene’s parents’ meh personalities are kind of interesting and one of them actually has a backstory and the elderly emoticons but that’s about it.

Rating: 3/10

Goosebumps 2: Haunted Halloween

Yeah, I know this isn’t fully animated but I’m going to review it anyway because it’s by Sony Pictures Animation and it had some CGI in there.

This was perhaps the stupidest kids film I have seen in a long time back then. I didn’t know what to expect not having seen the first Goosebumps movie but this is painfully cheesy, even worse than The Lost Village.

This movie takes until the third act to pick up pace but not even the action was memorable. Its characters are either mean or stupid, they fight like brainless 10 year olds over how they’re going to defeat Slappy and don’t even understand cooperation. The jokes are either corny or slightly funny.

If there is a third Goosebumps movie, I hope to God that it is smarter than this.

Rating: 5/10

Spider-man: Into the Spiderverse

Okay, this is going to be a very short review as I have not watched this past the 10-20 minute mark or something like that?

The only things I liked about it in this part of the movie were the unique stop-motion/cgi combo animation and the very first scene with that looney tunes parody but that was it. I couldn’t stand the film because one, I do not like Marvels at all and second, because I didn’t like how disrespectful Miles was to his dad. Sorry, Spiderverse, I’m a fan of movies with kids who genuinely care about and support their families and any movie with loving families not an aloof child who doesn’t care about his dad. I know a lot of people are rooting for me to watch this and say that the Miles grew as a character but I mainly don’t like marvels movies and it doesn’t make the film perfect just because he grew. Audiences need to care about the protagonists all the way through, if he/she is too insufferable even if they grow out of it, you could risk alienating audiences even before the growth even starts.

Rating: 2/10

Hair Love

This film was sorely disappointing. I was excited to see this film when it was playing before Angry Birds 2 in theaters but I didn’t get a chance to see it because I was on vacation some of the time. From the description, the colors, and the first half, I thought I was going to enjoy it. I was like hey, this doesn’t look bad, it’s not like there’s sick parents or something in there, It was funny, it was light-hearted and it made me smile. But the tone completely takes a sudden turn after the fight with the hair, when the dad upsets his daughter by deciding to give up. And then we have a heavy scene at the end. Wow, I was not expecting it to take a dark turn. This is still a sweet short though.

I am so sorry, Matthew, I really wish I could like and support your representation as a black girl but it wasn’t my cup of tea. I am not a fan of the drama and angst that it has going on in the whole second half of a short 7 minute film or most films for that matter. I won’t be angry if you win the Oscar because more films about blacks need to be supported but I hope you will go on to have a great career and make better films that even I can enjoy.

Rating: 4/10

So how is Sony doing this decade? Well, they do have some pretty interesting films in development, Mitchells vs. the Machines, Wish Dragon, and Vivo but I’m not going to get my hopes up too high. This is Sony and they could risk disappointing and we also don’t know much about them.

Mitchells looks creative but one concern is the dysfunctional family aspect. Like I said, I am not a fan of dysfunctional families and they’re commonly known to be either played for drama or played for comedy, I hope it’s the latter for Mitchells. Either that or it could go the Cloudy route where there’s a dramatic relationship with the parent not understanding the child but it’s not used for emotional effect. I’m going to remain neutral on that film until I know more about it.

Wish Dragon is apparently based on a genie in a bottle story? I haven’t read it but it looks like it could be a morally complex and sophisticated film with some well-rounded characters.

I am especially really interested with Vivo probably the most. I love music and it apparently is going to have different types of music in there, that sounds like it could be a unique story that will stand the test of time.

The only upcoming film I’m kind of meh about is Agent King. It sounds like a weird representation of Elvis’s life and it’s also a superhero film I think and I’m not a fan of superhero movies. It’s giving me some my hero academia vibes so maybe this would be interesting? Or maybe even a rip off? I don’t know.

I also really hope they bring Popeye back. I mean Popeye is voiced by Spongebob and it looks funny. My only gripe is that the animation is ridiculous. It would be really nice to bring Popeye to a new generation.

So, how should Sony fix themselves? Well, I don’t have much ideas but they could get Chris Miller and Phil Lord to head the studio as directors and writers which I think they said they were going to do a long time ago? I think they have some potential since Cloudy 1 was good and Lego Movie was alright. Lord did do the writing for Spiderverse but other than that, they didn’t do directing and Miller didn’t even help Lord out with the script, it was just some other guy.

I also hope they don’t make that same mistake again regarding one of their most recent films, Hair Love where the tones are inconsistent. You can’t make something light hearted and then turn it into a drama half way, it rarely works like that. You could throw off audiences who liked where it was going and were expecting it to stay that route. Now, I don’t have any suggestions from any mistakes with Spiderverse since I never gave that a proper chance.

With their upcoming films looking interesting and the opinion that not all of their films are bad, I’m going to keep watching Sony films and hope and try to enjoy them. I just hope they won’t make the same mistakes or any other kind of mistakes they have made with their previous films and that they have some well-rounded characters, imaginative stories, sweet chemistries, honest themes, witty humor, and cohesive tones like Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 1.

[heytheredeann]

Wind change

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pre-Season/Series 01, Bad coping mechanisms, Grief/Mourning, Fake Character Death, Reunions, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Everybody Lives, Fix-It

Summary: In the wake of Thomas’ death, James leaves to hunt a prize. As luck would have it, it’s the same vessel meant to take one Lord Thomas Hamilton to Savannah.

Notes: Because there are never too many "Thomas is saved early" AUs. And, as much as I like writing about him and James together post-canon, I wanted him to be reunited with Miranda too. Enjoy! (PS: I hope there aren't too many mistakes, I did proof-read it many times, but tonight my brain is a little fried, so *fingers crossed* I'd have posted it tomorrow, but I've almost lost the file twice already, so I decided to stop tempting fate LOL)

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James leaves.

He has a solid excuse, a whole lot of them, actually: he is still relatively new to his captaincy, he cannot afford to take it too easy so soon, Gates agrees that the more money they earn in the shortest time the better it will be for his handle on the crew, there is a solid lead that could get them a significant prize, the winds seem to be favourable—

It’s all true. James will swear by all of it.

(Too bad that Miranda has seen his tears and heard his cries, soothed them even through sobs of her own, she has seen him leave the house red-eyed, and although she has not called him out on the real reason why he is going, he could see the quiet reprimand in her eyes as she asked him to take a few days to mourn.)

(He cannot. He doesn’t think he would manage to drag himself back up if he did.)

Since when this has started, James has feared getting lost in his new life. He has feared the man that he created when he stepped up as captain of the Walrus, and he has put all his effort into not letting himself be consumed by him.

Today, he drowns into Captain Flint, silently praying for the crew on the vessel they are preying on to resist, to fight them tooth and nail and give him an excuse to stop thinking.

(He will take rage over devastation.)

There is a vicious battle, bodies dumped on the ground everywhere around him, and James – Flint – does not care to take a second look at any of them, he just doesn’t want to stop moving.

By the end of it, his hands are covered in blood, his handle on the sword too slack because of it, his clothes are unsalvageable because of the stains and the tears where he was hit – he feels some distant burning pain, but the excitement of the battle has yet to wear off –, and the only thing that he can hear is his own throbbing heart.

When the battle is over, it’s all too silent, too slow, and he is left standing over a graveyard.

Thomas. Dead. By his own hand, because he grew desperate enough to choose that way.

(In how many of the men James murdered today did he see Alfred Hamilton’s face? In how many his own?)

(You failed. You should have saved him.)

[More on Ao3]

[illgiveyouallofme]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Sails Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Captain Flint | James McGraw/John Silver Characters: John Silver, Captain Flint | James McGraw, Miranda Barlow (mentioned) Additional Tags: I'm not even sure what this is, Angst, maybe? - Freeform, Gets somewhat smutty by the end, Blow Jobs, Canon Compliant, not the scene but the larger canon, Canon Disabled Character, John Silver is in love, S3, ish Summary:

You came out of nowhere and you cut through all the noise I make sense to the madness when I listen to your voice Darling, only you can ease my mind Help me leave these lonely thoughts behind When they pull me under, and I can feel my sanity start to unwind Darling, only you can ease my mind -- Ben Platt, "Ease My Mind"

 Silver finds Flint playing the piano. A quiet moment, set sometime during early season 3.

[flordefandom]

Hello! Sorry to bother you with this but do you have any Flint/Silver fic recs?

drHey, don’t worry!! I love this types of questions!! Fair warning, all the fics are rated Explicit.

Okay, first I hope you don’t mind some shameless self-promote:

My only finished work so far is my Answers series, post-shark date AU where they never found the maroons (I didn’t know I was going to fall in love with Madi when I started writing nor what role they would play). It’s basically a PWP trilogy.

Now, onto my WIPs:

Just the shadow: My Modern AU where Flint and Silver have reincarnated. Stoic philosophy talks about Eternal Recurrence, where time is cyclical and events must happen again and again. Are Flint and Silver doomed repeat their tragic story? This is my baby fic. I’ve been working on it for over a year and I’m extremely proud of it, it still has a long way to go. Salmons are also a thing.

Enough series: A post s4 fix-it, which is basically a foursome. So far has two parts. It’s basically a mix of smut and angst.

For that devious dance: aka Fake Marriage AU, the Fake Matelotage AU this fandom needed but not necessarily the one it deserved. I’ll update soon.

I’ll also add soon a Greek Mythology AU where Silver is Hermes turned mortal as punishment.

Alright, now for the actual fic recs. First, a few WIPs:

Our pain is the same by Salatuh: Where do I begin. Do you want a writer that’s good at writing hot as fuck sex scenes but also incredible angst that goes along canon. This is the first part o a four part series. And I totally recommend his fic, because for God’s sake.

Be my End by brasspetal: Amazing Treasure Island AU where Flint is also on board to get the treasure. Dawn's prose is freaking fantastic.

Now, this is basically me going through the Silverflint tag in AO3 and telling you my favorites. Behind the cut because fuck this is long.

Any Port in a Storm by Farasha: This series looks at Silver an Flint’s relationship though season 2, in those holes in canon, and how it’d be if they were fucking from early on.

The Edge of the Map by Farasha: What would have happened if Silver had met Flint when he was still in the Navy and they reunion several years later when Flint’s a pirate.

Our Longed-For Bed by mapped: An incredibly hot and touching s3 first time fic with rimming.

What’s in a Name? by Craftnarok: Proof that the s3 finale is a fanfic. Writtn before the s3 finale, what would happen if Flint told Silver his story. I know.

Until death it is all life by Craftnarok: The one where Silver realises he has the hots for Flint after he tells him about Thomas.

Heartlines on your Hand by samedifference61: A post-s3 fic. Flint discovers he still has more to give. Beautifil first time fic.

Let me see you in your darknessby ember_firedrake: An excellent series where Flint decides to punish Silver after he refuses to write down the entire page and Silver gets aroused. Super beautiful series.

Whetstone by balloonstand: After the battle for Nassau, Flint shaves Silver and they find each other:

Memories of you like scars under my skinby GreenQueenofClubs: Another beautiful fic of what would have happened if Silver and Flint had met before.

To Sleep Perchance to Dreamby Craftnarok: A beatiful PWP where Silver has trouble sleeping and stumbles onto something.

i’ll kiss your lips and i’ll black your eyes by vowelinthug: PWP where Flint teaches Silver how to fight before that episode aired.

let us possess one worldby vowelinthug: Post s3 fic. Where Silver has to face what Billy’s done with his name, there’s a barfight and Flint sees Long John Silver in action.

that pirate aesthetic by vowelinthug: A series about Silver getting tattoos as part of a master seduction plan. Hot as fuck, I love it.

If only for a night by ember_firedrake: A beautiful fic where a post-show Silver travels back in time an meets Lt. James McGraw. Oh the feels.

like a clockmaker fixes time by mapped: Silver dreams about Flint and he tells him. Flint can’t breathe when he does. Lovely fic.

you are the queen and i am the wolf by vowelinthug: Where John Silver has a big dick. Nuff said.

All Are Lunatics by movies_michelle: Silver seduces Flint because he’s after the gold only. If only.

st. augustine is that way by vowelinthug: The reason why this fandom cries over oranges. Post-show Flint has an orange farm, Silver comes.

A Year in the Life by Jmeelee: The basketball/college AU this fandom needed but didn’t know it.

Turn the radio up when your heart breaks down by PrimalScream: Modern AU where both Flint and Silver are broken, but they find each other because Flint’s dials a number he found in a bathroom.

Wind Me Upby PrimalScream: Post s4 PWP with rimming.

‘Til the world stops turning by PrimalScream: That fic where Silver has a threesome with Flint and Miranda. Go read it. Now. (And it’s sequel)

memories you bury or live by by mapped: A beautiful fic where Flint and Silver come together under the sunlight.

don’t you wish i would by vowelinthug: where finally the sexual tension of capturing a Spanish warship together comes to a close.

Don’t Fear the Ships (Fear the Black) by Farasha: A fic where Flint pushes Silver but also tries to train him as his sucessor. Silver disagrees.

pitch black, pale blue by mapped:That Silverflint fic where Flint stumbles upon some Silvermuldoon. There isn’t enough Silvermuldoon in this fandom we need more.

Make music out of me by PrimalScream: A doctor!Flint and nurse!Silver AU.

the only way out is the way back in by samedifference61: It starts a nice Silverflintmadi oneshot set in s3. Then the sequel is post s4 and it just slays you.

between victory and a white flag by mapped: What do you mean this isn’t how 4x08 happened?

The Kissing!Verse by Magnetism_bind: That series where there’s lots of smut but you’ll be desperate just wanting them to kiss.

after all verse by WeeBestie: Silver and Flint reunite several years later. The series full of smut and feels for two old grey men. This series couldn’t be cuter.

inhale, exhale, and reset by mapped: One of those post s4 fix-it fics this fandom desperately needs. And a great one at that.

That old sword-play by jauneclair: Sword training 4x09 sex. Do I need to say more?

leave the lights on by natlet: A beutiful reincarnation AU where Flint is an artist and Silver tried to run a con.

how we could be brought here by love by mapped: 4x03. Flint has a minor injury and Silver gets desperate. Silverflintmadi.

being worshipped is a breeze by vowelinthug: A Road to El Dorado AU. What more do you need?

(He Don’t Need No) Educationby Jmeelee: Modern!AU where Silver discovers things about his sexuality and Flint is there to teach him.

A True Story by iwtv: A post s4 fix-it fic where Silver finally tells Flint his story.

an unfinishable story by mapped: An extremely poetic post s4 fix-it fic where the Cliff plays an important role.

Under Starless Skies We Are Lost by Magnetism_bind: Another beautiful sword training 4x09 fic. Beautiful.

we lean like gardens (toward light) by mapped: Are there enough sword training fics? No, this one is beautiful too.

But If You Try Sometimes, Well, You Might Find … by Magnetism_bind: Where Silver needs some spanking to take out the edge of losing a leg. Flint provides.

hold on you by WeeBeastie: Did you know that you needed a Rodeo AU? No? Well, you need it.

Your Salty Skin and How It Mixes In With Mine by Magnetism_bind: Where Silver gets aroused by seeing Flint fight (who can blame him) and smut occurs.

smallpox by vowelinthug: The post s4 fix-it fic with the best written Thomas. Silverflinthamilton of course.

Your Hips, Your Lips, Your Skin On Mine by Magnetism_bind: where Flint is an artist and Silver comes as a nude model for his class.

King In Mine Eyes by medusine: Where after Silver returns in 4x03 Flint shows his appreciation.

it’s just you and the moon on my skin by mapped: Silver is a vampire, Flint is a werewolf and the things you read in this fandom. Not that I regret it.

Stay by salatuh: Where Flint cries during sex.

Quickening by PrimalScream: Silver is a dom for hire. Flint hires him. *clears throat*

Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On by KilgoreTrout: One of those fics with a touch of supernatural elements that this fandom so needs.

L/S - I Will Stand Here With You by StarRose: Where Silver is a singer in a rock band and Flint falls in love with his siren. I mean, this is just a casual thing, right?

You Are Whole by salatuh: Do you have a feet fetish. Well I don’t yet here we are. There’s also tears.

Worth a Shot by AngryPirateHusbands, Magnetism_bind: Silverflinthamilton sex. Where Flint and Thomas decide to bring in home the hot bartender.

Okay, after that clustefuck of 55 recommended fics I add one special mention:

Lightbringer verse by ElDiablito_SF: I still haven’t got to read it because I’m a disaster and I know this verse is UGH. Don’t be like me read it.

This is all, and I’m sure this is not what you had in mind. But I don’t know this fandom is incredibly talented. There are so many good fics missing from here, but I somehow had to make a selection. Ughhh it was so hard, I love this fandom.

[etoilesombre]

Hi im a new here i finally watched black sails after someone convinced me. And im changed. I'm. Yeah. I'm not who i was before. It's a bizarrely good show?

I'm so so so glad that so many ppl on ao3 agree with me that flint and silver need to fuck. Have fucked. Will fuck.

This will be all i think about for the next month or so.

If you have fic recs do let me know. I'm in dire need.

Hi my friend and welcome to hell! It's the best, right? ("Month" is a HIGHLY optimistic estimate about how long this will consume your brain...)

So honored that you asked for recs! I don't think I've ever compiled a general list of favorites, I had a great time and I think I'm happy with the results. This is by no means comprehensive, and obviously HIGHLY reflective of my own tastes, which are... uh.. I am known to not enjoy nice things very much. I invite others to reblog with their own favorites. Here we go...

Notes: These are in vaguely chronological order. I'm including word count and brief descriptions so you know what you're getting into but no warnings or anything, that's all on AO3. They are all silverflint and all explicit (I think, there might be one or two 'mature' in there but, this is the they need to, have, and will fuck list.) I didn't include any of my own work because presumably that's how you found my blog so you're aware, but I do have a pinned list, and if you want recs for mine or to talk about any of these just message, I will talk about silverflint all day.

Overall Recommendations:

The Most Unexpected Things by forbiddenarchives (~20k words) I think this one is a great starting point. It is very.. fic flavored fic, if that makes sense, in a great way. Hits the spot. The author's description is "season 2 if everyone were 5000% hornier" and that is accurate. Note this is marked as unfinished, but the place it wraps up feels totally reasonable to me.

As Good as Gone by spinninginfinityboy (~5.5k words) Complicated hot weird semi-hate sex on the way to Charles Town. A thing with a Spanish Dubloon that is emblazoned on my brain forever.

Combat by equestrianstatue (~10k words) A two part series, which I think captures the push-pull early frenemies vibe of s1-2 perfectly. Also the writing itself is stellar.

All alone in a moonlit shanty by PrimalScream (4.3k) Celebrating a good day hunting, Flint gets very drunk and tells the crew a dirty story. Silver tries to put him to bed, but he has different ideas. By far one of the lighter things on this list.

after the winnowing by princesskay (~14k) Set after Silver loses his leg, early in his recovery. Silk pajamas, multiple orgasms and overstimulation as well as their usual codependent fuckery.

What It Feels Like Not to Hurt by Robotboy (~9k) Another recovery fic. As the author says, it's 9k of slowburn watersports but really it's about Silver's pain and autonomy and humiliation and. Just. Even if it's not your usual cup of tea it's hot, give it a try.

vigia by doomcountry (~3k) A short, perfect rendering of their dynamic during early s3 raid times. Heartwrenching character study, excellent porn.

The Sack of James Flint by princesskay (~107k) So, yes, this is a novel length sub!Flint cock and ball torture series. I would make the argument that it is one of the best character studies in the fandom, for real. Absolutely worth your time, but fuck, it hurts your heart as much as your captain's balls in the end.

Concurrence by ember_firedrake (~2.5k) Mid s3. The first time they call each other by their first names. Now, that's not actually a thing I think they do, but, good porn and lower angst.

appreciation by nysscientia (~8k) Flint cultivates a certain aloof persona, but Silver sees right through it, and eventually they kiss about it.

Don't Fear The Ships (Fear The Black) by Farasha (~10k) - Silverflint use learning to sail as a coded way to flirt and talk about feelings (and eventually they kiss about it).

A Ship Is A Republic by Robotboy (~20k) A slow burn fic set during the inter-season sword training times. Love this dynamic, this author does power bottom Flint and sub Silver so fucking well.

deliverance is ours by the light of the stars by piratecaptainraven (3.1k) Flint sees Silver and Madi together, and doesn't stop watching when he should. They don't technically fuck in this, but its SO much pining, and the writing is poetic and gorgeous.

frail and fragile bars by ajaxthegreat (~21k) Possibly the hottest thing I've ever read, this rewrote my brain chemistry. Slow burn-ish. It captures that late season love and dependence and resentment and power struggle.

Cold, Dark, Depraved by notfelix (~10k) When fucking fixes absolutely nothing. This hurts in a way that feels, to me, similar to canon. I hate it (affectionate).

Opportunist by anonymous (~6.1k) This was part of the kinkmeme event (see below) and it fucking changed me. If I recommend one fic and only one fic to process the ending, it's this. It's awful. It's necrophilia and light cannibalism. It's the only thing I can imagine happening after, if Silver actually shoots Flint on that island. It makes me feel bad in the best way.

hand in unlovable hand by brinnanza, Jaynovz (~9.9k) Affectionately known as the worst ending AU, this is actually a great followup to the last one. How Silver copes, after Skeleton Island.

Bonus: AUs. I don't generally read AUs, but these two worked for me, in very different ways that still felt very silverflint.

did the twin flame bruise paint you blue by Jaynovz (138k) Novel length mod AU where silverflint broke up, and we see their relationship along two different timelines, before and after. Toxic fucked up goodness, lots of BDSM dynamics, bonus silvervane! All set in NYC.

holy ghost fire by ajaxthegreat (~52k) Appalachia horror au! The author clearly knows the area, and silverflint is already a ghost story, so it works really well. If you've ever been there you'll know how right it feels, if not, just trust me.

extra bonus: fic event collections and rec lists

kinkmeme

built on sand

beach blanket black sails

@jaynovz has also compiled a number of much more specific rec lists, which can be found at #jay's esoteric rec lists

[abigailnussbaum]

Thoughts on Black Sails

Overall, I really liked it, though perhaps not exactly for the same reasons that the fandom (or at least the parts of it that keep showing up on my tumblr dash) does.  This might seem like a strange thing to say, but I think the thing that caught my interest, quite early on, was the fact that this is a workplace show, even if that workplace is a pirate stronghold in the Caribbean in 1715.  And by workplace show I mean not what anglophone TV usually produces when it makes workplace shows - soap operas where the main focus is who hates who and who is sleeping with who - but a story where the work, and how the personalities involved combine to accomplish it, is what’s paramount.  The ur-example of this type of story (and I realize this will seem like a weird comparison point, but I really did end up thinking about it quite a lot while watching) is Mad Men, though The Good Wife is also relevant.  They’re all shows where what really matters to the characters is the work - whether that’s landing a Coca Cola account or securing a shipwrecked Spanish treasure galleon.  As in Mad Men, in Black Sails sometimes you have to work with people you dislike because they have the skills you need.  Sometimes you end up liking people you thought you wouldn’t because you work well together.  Sometimes people you thought of as friends become unbearable because they’re focused on their own project or actively undermining yours.  And ultimately, loyalty is impossible, because when people get too old or too distracted to give their all, you have to leave them behind.  A true workplace show recognizes the inherent transience of that place, and I think Black Sails does that too.

I think I’m less invested in Flint than a lot of the fandom.  Not that I don’t like him - he’s a great character and a great performance - but he feels more like the engine of the story than the protagonist of it.  I’m more interested in the characters that change over the course of the show, like Silver or Max, or even the characters who don’t change but do learn, like Eleanor or Jack.  Flint, in comparison, feels like he keeps going in circles, repeating the same dynamic with different people.  To bring this back to Mad Men, he feels like a very Don Draper sort of character - someone of incredible intelligence and sensitivity who is so damaged by the tragedies that have happened to him, and the things he’s had to do to survive those tragedies, that he’s fundamentally incapable of growing beyond them.  Especially in the later seasons, how the other characters related to Flint reminded me a great deal of Don’s fall from grace in the later seasons of Mad Men, with everyone in his vicinity collectively coming to the conclusion that, yes, we love this guy; yes, he’s better at what he does than anyone else; but the emotional and practical toll of dealing with his bullshit is more than we’re willing to put up with anymore.

To continue the Mad Men analogy: Silver starts out as Pete and becomes Peggy.  Billy starts out as Joan and becomes Harry.  Poor Eleanor starts out as late-season Peggy and becomes early-season Joan.  Max is Shirley the secretary politely telling Roger Sterling to fuck off.

All this said, I think one of the things I like about Black Sails is that it isn’t a straightforward antihero show (and not just because everyone in it is an antihero, or even a straight-up villain whom we’re expected to care about).  It’s not about a single rebellious person in a generally functional environment whose chaotic behavior threatens to overturn it.  Here, it’s the environment that is chaotic, and the fact that so many of the characters are forced to behave like villains is a direct response to that.  And what most of them are doing, throughout the course of the show, is trying to make something more orderly out of their environment so that they can maybe live a more conformist (and even more just) life within it.  That’s not something that a lot of TV shows, antihero stories or otherwise, are concerned with - trying to make a better world.  And while I have reservations about how well the show achieves this, it’s definitely worth celebrating.

Another thing I really like is the plotting, and how it refuses to gloss over, and even relies on, the difficulty of achieving the characters’ goals, and the complications that emerge along the way.  The first two seasons are all about trying to orchestrate a single score.  The second two are driven in large part by the difficulties that emerge once you have that treasure, and the need to secure it and convert it into spendable cash.  This is not a show that is afraid of complications - every time a character, even a mastermind with a great deal of power and control, comes up with a plan, someone or something throws a spanner in the works, whether it’s a clash of personalities, or someone you trusted deciding to strike out for themselves, or even just the weather (I really like how this show uses storms to get in the way of the characters’ schemes; it’s the ultimate “men plan, god laughs”).  The only other show I can think of that is this concerned with the practical considerations of how things get done - in how information travels, how people get from one place to another, who has which resources - is Better Call Saul (and before it, Breaking Bad).  It’s nice to find another show that cares about that sort of thing.

I do not get the point of Charles Vane.  Like Flint, he moves the plot along, though without anything resembling the character complexity.  And I suppose he serves a purpose in that he’s the only character who isn’t trying to order his environment, who is perfectly happy with chaos as a way of life.  But guys, that’s a garnish, not a main dish.  Why we needed to spend so much time with the guy I have no idea.  (It really doesn’t help that alongside some pretty impressive 18th century costuming and styling, Zach McGowan looks like a stoked 21st century beach bum who wandered on to the set; in fairness, this is also a problem with Jessica Parker Kennedy, but Max is a much more interesting character so I’m willing to overlook it.)

I really dislike what the show does with Eleanor in the last two seasons.  In principle, I can see the writers deciding that she’s reached the end of her tether at Nassau and needs to make a change (and I can see Eleanor coming to that realization too).  But the way that she sublimates herself and her ambition to Woodes Rogers is really tough to watch - and especially because, unlike with Charles Vane, she never seems to realize that she’s tied herself to a psychopath.  It’s really striking how much more interesting she becomes in the few episodes in S4 when she gets to operate out from under his shadow, to once again make her own decisions and plans.  But even then, what she wants isn’t what she used to want, to build something lasting, but to escape with her family.  That’s not a unique choice - Silver ends up making the same sort of decision - but it means something else when a woman goes from having grand ambitions to having domestic ones, and I’m not sure the writers realize this.

I really don’t know how I feel about the way the show handles slavery.  I can accept that for the characters, even the ones who are supposedly radicals, slavery might be part of the background of their lives, an evil they sometimes ignore, sometimes make small stabs against, and sometimes participate in.  (Though even then, that feels only partially excusable; you can’t tell me that Thomas Hamilton was a freethinking reformer and in the same breath reveal that his only objection to how English colonies in the Caribbean were run was the treatment of pirates.)  But it often feels like the blind spot belongs to the show more than the characters.  Like, take the way that slavery is so often filtered through the experiences of white people.  The only main character who is a former slave, and allowed to feel angst about that, is Charles Vane.  And even as a free man, the suffering of other, black slaves is used as a way of jumpstarting his inner turmoil (while Mr. Scott has to be philosophical about it).  Or look at the way the show talks about slave rebellions, like when it tells us that the British soldiers captured by the free Maroons had their ears cut off and sent to their commander, or when it focuses on slave-owner Underhill’s wife and daughter during the attack on his plantation.  These are clichés of the slave rebellion narrative, designed to prioritize one kind of suffering over another, and I’m not entirely convinced the show realizes it’s indulging in them, much less does enough work to counteract them.

In theory, the fact that the final arc of the story involves our heroes participating in a slave rebellion should address all these issues, but again I’m not sure the show truly puts its money where its mouth is.  The fact that Flint incorporates emancipation into his revolutionary mindset (after, again, decades in which he seemed not to care about it at all) feels more like a way of moving the story along than something the writers expect us to care about.  The leaders of the slave rebellion don’t get to be characters on the same level as Flint, Silver, or Max, and the one exception, Madi, has a really powerful personality but doesn’t actually get to do that much, spending most of the second half of S4 being acted upon by white men.  By the end of the show, the three people whose feelings about the slave rebellion are meant to matter to us are Flint, who claims to care about it but who is probably, as Silver argues, just projecting his rage and need for revenge on a new target; Silver, who doesn’t care about it that much, and certainly not above his own desires; and Madi, who cares about it a great deal but doesn’t get to make any of the important decisions, except the one to forgive Silver for selling out her life’s ambition.  I get that this is part of the story’s conclusion - that when individuals try to fight empires, the result is rarely favorable, and the best choice possible might be to carve out a tiny bit of the world for yourself and just try to survive as long as you can.  But there’s a huge difference between accepting that your society victimizes the underclass, and accepting that your society designates some people as subhuman, which I’m not sure the show realizes.  And, you know, sixty years down the line, a rebellion against the British crown is going to succeed.  Twenty years after that, there’s going to be a successful slave rebellion.  Empires are tough, but history shows that they’re not unbeatable, and when talking about slavery, it may not be fair to conclude that the fight isn’t worth it.

I’m pretty dubious about the decision to end the show on a reunion between Flint and Thomas.  For one thing, I find Thomas’s survival pretty implausible - a New World plantation where the workers are white and upper class and which functions as a humane prison?  Really?  (I’m being inconsistent here, because Madi’s survival is, if anything, even more implausible and I don’t mind it at all, but given how much this institution dovetails with the show’s themes of how society treats the underclass, this feels a little more important.)  But more importantly, I just don’t buy that this is a happy ending, or even an ending at all.  If the show wanted me to believe that Flint can give up the persona he’s constructed in the years since losing Thomas, even as a result of learning that Thomas was still alive, it should have done the work of showing me this.  Telling it isn’t convincing, and I’m left with the belief that after the joy of reunion wears off, Flint will still be the same person we knew throughout the show (and that’s leaving aside who Thomas has become after ten years of imprisonment and hard labor, not to mention the news of Miranda’s death).  Best case, I think he orchestrates an escape and he and Thomas live out their lives in the woods; worst (and more likely) case, he never stops running and fighting, and Thomas becomes just one more person who gets eaten up in the attempt to protect Flint from himself.  But James Flint (or McGraw) agreeing to spend his life in prison?  No way.

Not unrelatedly, I feel like the decision not to feature a m/m romance in the main storyline of the show (that is, not including the flashbacks that introduce the James/Thomas romance, or the coda in which they are reunited) was a copout.  This is a show with tremendous LGBT rep and it deserves recognition for that, but every single same-sex romance that happens in the main story is between women.  Especially given how unbothered Silver and Madi are when they find out that Flint loved Thomas, would it have killed the writers to reveal that, say, Hornigold and de Groot have a semi-serious thing going on?  Or that Dufresne swings both ways?  It feels like a missed opportunity in a show that clearly cared very much about getting this sort of thing right.

Having said that, there’s no denying that the most important relationship in the show’s final season is a romance between men, albeit one that happens to be platonic.  Not only do Flint and Silver grow closer than almost any other relationship on the show in this season, but the terms in which they address each other and describe their relationship are the sort of thing you’d expect from a romance.  They talk about their feelings, about how they feel about each other, about their fears that their newfound trust and friendship won’t last.  Even in shows where same-sex attraction is never acknowledged, you rarely see this kind of emotional openness between male friends.  And it’s honestly nice that in a story in which m/m romance can and has happened, you can also acknowledge the possibility of close platonic friendship between men, even when one of them is bisexual, without any sort of “gay panic” on the part of the other (one assumes that the extreme romanticism with which Silver’s relationship with Madi is depicted was intended as a bulwark against this, but still).

In conclusion: good show; lots to think about; some problems; glad I watched.


[lurkerdelima]

245. Please dont cry. SilverFlint (maybe after argue or flashback?)

I was going to try to do something cute with this, but then I wrote the angstiest thing ever to angst. I apologize to you, my lovely prompt-sender, and to anyone else whose life is ruined by this.

Post-season 4. Nothing explicit, just angst on top of angst smothered in angst with a side of angst.

“Please don’t cry.”

Silver looks up, startled, and stares in confusion over at Flint. The little cart they’re sitting in is rattling down a pocked, weathered dirt road, growing ever-closer to the Savannah plantation where Silver has assured Flint - has promised him, has sworn to him on his life - they’ll find Thomas Hamilton.

“I’m not,” he says, bristling. His eyes feel gritty and tired from lack of sleep, and he can tell his face is not– well, he knows he doesn’t look his best, put it that way. But he isn’t crying. He doesn’t cry that easily; he used to, once upon a time, but it was beaten out of him at an early age.

“When we get there, I mean,” Flint says, looking away from Silver. He seems uncomfortable around him, now. He’s angry with him, which is of course understandable, but he also seems to be treating Silver like he’s a stranger to him, which is so much worse. To go from what they had been to each other, to what they are now - he can’t find words for how utterly destroyed he feels.

“I won’t. I’m happy for you, I did this for you, for your– future,” Silver says, swallowing past a sudden lump in his throat.

“That choice wasn’t yours to make,” Flint says, and he’s said those words so often to Silver on this journey, he’s yelled them and raged and seethed, but now as he says them yet again he just sounds tired.

Silver sighs and watches the scenery roll by. He’s been going back and forth on what he’s going to do when they arrive at the plantation, whether he’ll go in with Flint or stay away. Whether he’ll…meet Thomas.

A voice in his head tells him he mustn’t do that, because he won’t be able to stand it. He fidgets, picking at his fingernails, reaching up for a moment to close his hand around the pendant at his throat.

Before he can come to a decision, the cart abruptly lurches to a stop. They’ve arrived. He looks over at Flint, desperate to find the right parting words, needing to say something to him that conveys the burden of his wretched heart. This is more than likely the last time they’ll see each other, ever, and Silver needs to express himself to Flint before he doesn’t have that chance anymore, before it slips through his fingers like so many grains of sand.

But Flint is already climbing down from the cart, he’s walking away, he’s gone. Without another word.

Silver doesn’t cry then. He doesn’t cry when, from a distance, he sees Thomas and Flint embracing. He doesn’t cry when he sees Captain Flint melt away and James McGraw return, triumphant, in his place. He doesn’t cry on the journey home, alone with his thoughts, with everything he never found the courage to say. He doesn’t even cry when he tells Madi what he’s done, although it’s a near thing.

Months later, after standing on that godforsaken hill and staring out at the unforgiving sea for yet another day, seeking everything and seeing nothing, he returns home and goes awkwardly to his knees at Madi’s feet. She’s sitting in a rocking chair with her sewing in her hands, but she sets it aside when he puts his heavy head in her lap. He wraps his arms around her legs, and finally, then, he cries.

[manystarredface]

black sails for the fandom and kastle for the ship? ;)

Thanks for the ask!

Black Sails

Favorite character: I like a lot of characters but the one I liked the Best was Max (Jack is such a close second tho dude, so close)

Least Favorite character: of the main - my least was Eleanor

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Oof! Vane/Eleanor, Max/Anne/Jack, SilverMadi, Max/Anne, SilverFlint

Character I find most attractive: Vane, ngl - his build is just Mmph! and Anne’s got a great face and her Hair

Character I would marry: Max - I only really watched the show for the first season, but she seems to me like she would be a very solid wife/partner

Character I would be best friends with: …..??? I mean …… let’s go with ….. Eleanor - best friends doesn’t necessarily mean with stick with each other through every life decision, means we tell each other when we’re being idiots

a random thought: i really love the idea of pirates and the way the show portrayed them and the ‘pirates as social outcasts not only just thieves’

An unpopular opinion: Flint’s not just gay (i only saw part of the show, but p sure Flint and Miranda were together; not denying Flint and Thomas’s love)

my canon OTP: SilverMadi (the other canon otps are great)

Non-canon OTP: Silver/happiness

most badass character: Anne Bonny!

pairing I am not a fan of: Eleanor/Max

character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Eleanor

favourite friendship: Jack and Anne

character I want to adopt or be adopted by: I want to adopt Silver probs

Kastle!

when of if I started shipping it: bruh, from their first scene together (where he wasn’t shooting at her) I was all about them friendshipwise and romanticwise

my thoughts: I do not want Karen or Frank to end up with each other on screen, nor do I want them to end up with Anyone on screen. I want them to be thick as thieves and I want them to be very close to each other and with others, but I don’t think that in the scale of the story that’s offered to us, these two should date/marry unless the show ends up going into the tenth year of the story and voila, they’ve got time to heal and become whole on their own. But I don’t want Karen and Frank to start going out any time soon. Be close friends, be confidants, etc, but do not start dating. I just don’t think - in the current story - Frank is in his right mind or in the best emotional state to start dating someone. Especially someone like Karen who is so interwoven into the hero situation. 

What makes me happy about them: They’re both so very driven. Karen has the potential to be a stabilizer for Frank, while Frank has the potential to help Karen feel more secure in her present life. Karen’s running from something and Frank is a potential aid or friend in whatever fight with her past is gonna pop up. Frank can help Karen bring down criminals with information.

What makes me sad about them: They have the potential to wreck one another. Karen might decide that she can’t deal with Frank’s idea of vengeance and might actually leave him behind. Frank might cut and run at any moment from Karen - probs won’t happen because of the fan reaction for Karen and Frank and the marvel execs don’t want to lose money, But! Characterwise, Frank could cut and run from Karen. They could both decide not to trust each other. One or the other could ruin the other.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: Pretending Karen is shorter than Frank - their actors are the SAME HEIGHT YALL! Making Karen the weaker one, having Frank get involved with Karen before he’s emotionally ready, mostly because that doesn’t set up for a happy ending. I can still enjoy the angst. Saying Frank has any sort of ‘distinctly masculine’ scent or Karen having some sort of ‘distinctly feminine’ scent - you don’t wanna know what I think of when I think of those scents. 

things I look for in fanfic: Well written Frank; emotional scenes, a dog, Frank choosing to do his own things for a while and then debating about whether or not Karen’s ideas are better at all. Karen struggling with herself in regards to Frank’s choices and realizing that she fought for him because of her own choices.

My kinks: Light control things with the two of them in bed; Soft domestic things where they’re still trying to figure it out; Karen saving Frank; Frank saving Karen; both of them working together on a case/one of Karen’s articles

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: No one. Maybe a better developed Karen and Foggy would be okay. I need people to see Karen as NOT some pillar of Goodness, because the weird thing for me is when Foggy and Matt treat Karen as if she is So Good, The Best, Can Do No Wrong. BUT then we see Karen when she’s away from Foggy and Matt and she is not Good And Can Do No Wrong, she is human and she has committed murder and she is a journalist who wants to Help people, not stand by and wring her hands. But Frank? He needs to heal and if he doesn’t heal, I don’t want him with anyone. 

My happily ever after for them: It’s 10 or 15 years down the line, they’ve dated other people, they’ve built lives where each other are parts of their lives. Karen has become a better journalist, she’s earned Ben Urich’s office and desk and chair, she’s dealt with her past and it’s no longer dogging her. Frank has healed, he feels not Better about what happened to his family, but he’s dug into the ends of the story and has punished who he has felt needed punishment, has learned to move past his family’s death, has found a way to heal in a way that he’s no longer throwing himself headlong into the murder trail. And they’ve had their weekly coffee meet up for years now, but weekly becomes more frequently and they last longer and then one night after a long operation where Frank and Karen were tiring themselves out or one early morning just like so many others with no death having preceded this coffee date, Karen asks Frank out. She’s been quiet for a few minutes and as soon as it’s out she can’t quite believe it, but she doesn’t pull it back into her mouth with awkward apologies. It hangs there between the two of them for a few moments. Frank looking at her, wider eyes than usual, not squinted from a grin. And he says ‘okay’ and it burgeons from there. It’s not a more ‘formal’ relationship, but it’s more cemented. Frank starts coming over to her apartment more, starts sleeping over more. Still comes in without people seeing his face, but he’s been doing this for too many years to break that habit. Karen starts touching him more, hands hold hands, stands closer to him (like they didn’t stand closer already). It’s a simple happiness that blossoms out of something they already had.

[ao3feed-silverflint]

Ease My Mind

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2vVF8An

by illgiveyouallofme

You came out of nowhere and you cut through all the noise I make sense to the madness when I listen to your voice Darling, only you can ease my mind Help me leave these lonely thoughts behind When they pull me under, and I can feel my sanity start to unwind Darling, only you can ease my mind -- Ben Platt, "Ease My Mind"

 Silver finds Flint playing the piano. A quiet moment, set sometime during early season 3.

Words: 2263, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Black Sails

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: John Silver, Captain Flint | James McGraw, Miranda Barlow (mentioned)

Relationships: Captain Flint | James McGraw/John Silver

Additional Tags: I'm not even sure what this is, Angst, maybe? - Freeform, Gets somewhat smutty by the end, Blow Jobs, Canon Compliant, not the scene but the larger canon, Canon Disabled Character, John Silver is in love, S3, ish

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CH1; The End Of The Blackhood- Had enough

Summary; Betty is the one who finds the real blackhood. Finds out that Mr Svenson isn’t the real Black hood/ She finds him all by herself, she pushed Archie away too. Veronica found out about the Kiss between Archie and Betty and blatantly ignored her. But after seeing the circumstances and after the real capture of the Blackhood Jughead and Veronica and the gang immerse themselves in guilt for not trusting and fighting for Betty. As soon as Betty finds the blackhood explains to her friends what happened, their hurry for apology becomes a mockery for Betty Cooper. Because guess what? She had enough. So when Southside High and Northside High collide, Sweet Pea and Betty become close. And the green eyed monster arises in Jughead. And dark Betty arises. Gone the pastel sweaters, the pink lip gloss.She’s tired of pretending, with new found talents exposed from Betty, will Jughead fight for her? There’s a nice cold leather sitting on her shoulders, perfect Betty cooper is in a gang. And it ain’t the serpents.

Bughead are endgame so dont worry

I was furious on how season 2 turned out so I’m writing my own

LOTS AND LOTS OF ANGST

Chapter 1 

Take deep breaths. She tried to. Her hands trembling as she held the weapon in her pale hands, her eyes narrowed. Although her hands were shaking, there was no fear in her green eyes. She looked at the man who ruined her life, ruined her relationships. Ruined her. He enhanced the darkness within her, he made  the flickering flame into a wrenching fire that refused to be condemned. 

“Come on shoot!” The blackhood sneered. His green eyes piercing her own. 

He was right. They were the same. 

“Come on! Perfect Betty Cooper” He leered . She slightly stumbled backwards. 

“You can’t do it! Can you?” He laughed. She breathed the smoke in the polluted air. It filtered thorough her lungs, as quick white huffs exited her nostrils. 

“Perfect Elizabeth Mildred Cooper! Perfect Perfect Perfect. She can’t hurt a fly. Puts everyone before herself, a pushover. Weak. You fell for it! You actually thought the Blackhood was Mr Svenson! It wasn’t! It was me! You killed an innocent man” He chortled. 

“Insane mother, insane father. Insane sister. Crazy. All of you. Where is the darkness within you? Too good for everybody. Always second choice, came after your so called best friend Veronica for Archie, and Jughead- he chose the serpent life instead of you. You’re pathetic. Too good for everybody-” The blackhood sneered. 

Betty flexed her neck menacingly. She winced at the harsh words that came out of his mouth. But he was right. She was no ones first choice. 

Bang.

She shot him. 

She stayed in her stance, deep shallow breaths pulled her over the edge. The man lay on the road. She slowly bent down, she only shot him on the leg, the blood gushing out of him. The man grunted in pain. 

She bent down as she grinned, she never felt more alive. She moved her hand over the wound on his leg and squeezed. He screamed in agony while she found it calming. The blood gave her sense of footing, keeping her on check. 

She ducked her head  “Look you incompetent fuck. You don’t know me. You tried to ruin me. And congratulation, you achieved your goal. You fucking psycho.” She whispered. The man slowly closing his eyes. 

“Uh uh uh. You don’t get to die so easily. I will kill you with every second I got right now until the sheriff comes” She hissed, her hot breath flowing in his ear. 

She stood up, her hair was in her face, she moved it out of the way with the back of her hand. Blood painted her face, masking the perfect veneer, the innocence in her doe like eyes. They weren’t spring green anymore, the were stark forest green, sharp as a flint tool. Her clothes were partially ripped, her hair down, her bee stung lips were covered in the sinful blood. 

The man looked at her with fear in his eyes. 

And she enjoyed it, she relished every ounce of it. 

She stamped on the wound, he shrieked and she smirked at the blood cascading down his limbs. It lighted a thunder in her as she let out an animistic growl. She stomped on his wound more as he exclaimed in affliction. She wanted revenge. She starved for it. 

She grabbed his throat and brang him above her. His jugular vein pumping his blood, she run her thumb over the rough skin and applied mild pressure. He grunted. 

“Say sorry” She hissed 

He didn’t say anything. 

“Say sorry you mother fucker” She whispered. 

She pushed her thumb even more indenting her thumb into his vein, making it impossible for him to breathe. He begged for mercy. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m fucking sorry” He begged. 

She threw him on the tar as he screamed in discomfort. 

“Put your weapon down!” The sheriff commanded. 

Betty took a step backwards. 

“Well done Betty! Now come behind me” The sheriff praised. 

“Now let’s see who this is” The sheriff said and took the hood off. 

Betty gasped. 

Tall boy! 

It made sense- her mother dated him while she was a serpent, this was probably some sort of revenge.   

The sheriff huffed and handcuffed him and took him to prison as another police officer escorted Betty home. The whole town already heard, it was bright early in the morning although when Betty found him it was the middle of the night. She closed her eyes remembering the moments, her being buried alive as she screamed in agony, the punches she endured. 

The whole town waited for Betty to come home, everyone in their pyjamas as Betty came to the front of her house. As soon she came into sight, the whole town cheered for Betty being their hero. 

She mustered a fake smile, but it wasn’t the perfect one that she flashed everyday. All of her friends could see. 

Archie came barging through and grabbed Betty into a bear hug, tears running down his face. Betty smiled and hugged him back. 

“I’m fine Arch- ow you’re squishing me” She mumbled in the hug. He immediately stepped backwards. Betty gasped at the sight of him, tears rushing down in torrents. 

“What the fuck Betty! Why didn’t you tell me!? Do you know how scared you made me? I was shitting myself when your mum came and informed me that you were missing. And I got that call from the Blackhood! Don’t ever ever ever do that again!” Archie shouted and Betty winced. 

“Do you understand me!?” Archie bellowed while clawing at her shoulder .But Betty didn’t say nothing, she was just numb. “Betty?” Archie asked with worry. Betty merely nodded. As soon she turned around, Alice and Hal came running to her and hugged her while sobbing. “You brave young woman” Hal whispered. Betty smiled. 

As Betty turned around she saw Veronica.Veronica was ignoring her blatantly when she found about the shared kiss between Archie and Betty. 

Veronica came and hugged her, her mascara running down her face. “B! I’m so so so sorry” She cried. But Betty didn’t hug her back. After a few seconds Veronica realised and stepped backwards. Concern riddened her face. “B?” Veronica whispered. Betty sniffled and turned around, wanting nothing but to go to her safe pink sanctuary. 

“Mum, dad take me home” Betty asked, while her voice broke. Her parents looked at her with worry, they opened their mouth to say something. “Please” She whispered so quietly. Fresh tears pricked her eyes. They nodded and held her arm to take her. 

“Betts!” A deep voice shouted, Betty turned around in a fraction of a second, her heart thumping. 

Jughead. 

His dark ebony locks of hair dishevelled, naked without the beanie. Vulnerable to the world. You would expect Betty to run to him. But she knew. She knew about the intimate kiss and “groping fest” that was shared between him and Toni- the Blackhood told her about it. Her heart broke all over again. 

Guilt, pain, confusion flashed in his sea blue eyes.A storm was brewing. The electricity crackled between them. His arms were open for her. A huge lump formed at her throat, blood dripping down her head, staining her pink lips, her hair was clumped with dirt. He held a hopeful boyish smirk, vulnerability flowing through his stance. 

Tears ran down her tired face as she looked at Jug, the pain grilling inside even more. She couldn’t do it anymore. She shook her head at him and slammed the door. His face fell. 

“Betty darling-” Hal called but she ignored him and ran down to the bathroom and locked the door. 

She slid down the door, loud sobs erupting from her chest, her head down on her knees. She cried and cried letting all the angst from the night rushed through her. She slammed her head on the door and wailed, howled. She shrieked, clawing at her hair. She was just numb, she needed to feel something. She screamed again. 

“Betty! Betty Open the damn door!” Hal shouted, Alice started to cry. Hal barged through the door and saw Betty on the floor. The cold tiles calmed her senses. Hal picked up Betty and took her to her bed room and laid her down on the bed. “Betty..” Her dad started to say. “I’m fine- I just needed to let it all out” She replied wearily, feeling uncomfortable. They nodded and left the room. Luckily the bloody crescent scars that littered her velvet palm went unnoticed by her parents. She pressed her blunt nails into her palms again. Opening old scars as well as creating new ones.  Blood seeped through them, staining the white carpet of her room. 

After taking a nap, she showered and put on a pale pink hoodie and some clad jeans. She let her hair down. She put her sneakers on and got her slung her school bag over her frail shoulders as she ran down the stairs. She entered the kitchen, Alice was cooking some lunch. 

“Mom- I’m going to go school okay?” Betty asked. Alice turned around in bewilderment. “No honey- stay home today. You need to rest” Alice replied. 

“Those ivy league colleges won’t wait mom, I need to work on my extra curricular activities if I want to go to Yale or Harvard. Just like you said mother” Betty mocked. But you can here the sincerity and utter determination that was laced with the mockery. 

Alice was shocked, for the first time- she felt guilty. She realised she pushed Betty over the edge. Tears gathered in her worn eyes. After all Tall boy going on his revenge was mostly all her fault. “I’m sorry honey-” Alice started. 

“Save it” Betty replied. Alice was wounded. 

“Look Betty- I think it will be great if you just have a week off. Just for yourself. No school, no responsibilities.” Hal said coming into the kitchen. 

“But-” Betty started to say, shock evident on her face. Where have her parents gone? Abducted? 

“It’s what you need if you want to be productive and motivated for school” Alice said. 

Nope they are still the Coopers. 

“ Betty, you need to refresh and be rejuvenated. That’s why I booked you a ticket to Florida for a break. And I can’t cancel or it will cost me allot” Hal smiled. 

Betty reluctantly agreed. 

“What time is my flight?” She asked. Maybe this will be good for her. 

“Tonight at 10 pm, I’ll drop you off at the airport and leave at 7, okay?” Hal said biting into the hot food. 

“Yep cool dad, I’ll just go school and collect my books from their and come back and pack” Betty said and left. 

She walked to school, she didn’t put any make up on. The moon shadows under her eyes were starkly perceptible, her skin unnaturally pale and her lips were were chalk blue. 

She entered the halls of the school, people came and hugged Betty, giving their thanks to her but even the strangers in the school could see the fragility inside her that was shaking the cages to be let out.  

She finally made it to her locker and with a struggle she opened it. She put all her books inside her bag and locked it again. 

“Betty” A voice said behind her. 

Betty turned around, her stomach churning. 

Archie, Veronica and Kevin were looking at her in shock, they drank in the sight of her. 

“What’s wrong B? We need to talk” Veronica piped. But then her eyes caught something. A serpent snake on a lethal leather jacket. Oh fuck- today Southside high collides with Northside, she completely forgot. Jughead appeared beside them. She drank in the sight of Jughead, his eyes were rimmed red. “Betts...” Jughead whispered,his voice was hoarse, the Serpents were materialised behind him.  

Betty didn’t feel sad anymore, no more tears. Now she was just angry. She had enough!

“Why V?- Why do you want to talk now?” Betty mocked, ignoring Jughead. Veronica flinched at the ridicule. 

“Look I am ready to put the moment between you and Archie away if you’re ready” Veronica replied. Jughead looked between the two. 

“What moment between Archie and Betty?” Asked Jughead looking apprehensive. 

Veronica steeled away, immense regret flashing through her. 

“We kissed when we found the fake blackhood, Mr Svenson” Betty said bluntly. She didn’t feel guilty at all about the kiss. Everyone was shocked at her directness. 

Silence occupied the moment, hurt and pain assembled in her ex- boyfriends eyes. 

“Finally... The jock and the perfect girl next door get together” Jughead huffed, venom laced in the  contempt. 

Betty arched her eyebrow.

 “ Wow Jughead- I never knew you could be such a hypocrite” Betty sneered. Jug’s eyebrows furrowed. 

“What do you mean?” He questioned. 

“We weren’t together. We were broken. Just like you kissed Toni on our previous break” Betty derided. 

Jughead’s face fell for the thousandth time that forsaken day. 

“So shut the fuck up! I’m tired. I’m sick and tired. You want to talk Veronica? Why didn’t you talk to me when I needed you? When  I was crying in my room alone? I called you and apologised, I don’t expect forgiveness about the damn kiss but I don’t want to see you fake concern right now! When we had the argument at your party with Nick St Clair when the Blackhood forced me to break our friendship- you didn’t even question my abnormal outburst. You didn’t even ask why. Could you not see the pain in my eyes when I said those words to you? I thought we were friends? Didn’t you ever trust me?” Betty snapped. 

“B?-” Veronica chocked. 

“No- let me finish” Betty held her hand up. 

“Having fun Kevin?- here is my BDSM sexuality rubbing in your face. Had fun humping in the woods? When I was drowning, you weren’t there. Instead all you ever talked about my fucking sexuality and me being a bad friend- well look in the mirror. Oh and when me and veronica weren’t friends- you sided her, not even asking if I was okay. You didn’t even question me. I thought you knew me... And I’m sorry for worrying about you when you grinding in the woods- worrying if you were going to get hurt. I’m sorry to trying to be a good friend.” She leered. Kevin gulped. 

“Betty I-” Kevin started to say but Betty held up her hand to stop him. 

“Let me tell you the definition of a friend-  a person with whom one has a bond of mutual affection. A bond. All I ever got from you guys was me being the one who kept all of you on ground when gravity forgot to keep me on ground too. All I ever asked you guys was to trust me. Was I asking too much?” Betty asked.  

This wasn’t Betty Cooper. But who actually is Betty Cooper? The pastel sweaters or the scars on her smooth palms?

She clenched her fists, digging her nails into the crescent wounds.  

“Fine, lets get this all out in the open. Why didn’t you call me Betty- why did you ask Archie to find the Blackhood?” Jughead asked, his insecurities seeped through. 

Betty let out a strangled laugh. 

“Oh Jughead- I did call you. Many times. But you screened my calls! You ignored me cuz you were too busy with your fuck buddy Toni!” Betty shouted. Jughead flinched at the words. But they were true. He finally opened his fucking blind eyes. 

“Archie was there! He was there for me! He saw me when I was scared, he could see the pain! He didn’t screened my calls- because he valued our friendship. Unlike you Jug” She shrieked, torrents of water gushed. 

“But he decided to distance him self too after the fucking damned kiss, trying to be a good boyfriend. When he completely forgot about being a good  friend” Betty hissed. 

Archie bowed his head in shame, his eyes becoming glassy. His broad shoulders slumped in chagrin. 

“When I did that damn serpent dance for you, you shut me out! I did it for you- you were drifting away from me! I had to do something” Betty said. 

The clenching of her fists didn’t go unnoticed by Jughead. 

“I broke up with you because of Penny-” Jughead started to whisper. 

“But you sorted it out with Penny didn’t you?” Betty asked. Jughead gulped, his Adam apple bopping. 

 She shook her head in disbelief. 

“I did it because you’re too good for me Betty- too perfect. I did it to save you” Jughead replied, his palms open in fake innocence. 

“I had enough! You’re just Like Archie! I’m not fucking perfect! I thought you accepted me! The real me!” Betty exclaimed showing her littered palms to him. Everyone gulped looking at the scars. 

“And to save me from what?- The southside? Well guess what Jug, today I was buried alive by a fucking serial killer! I was abused physically by him! Emotionally abused by my mother! And you weren’t there for me. I didn’t ask for you all the time. Just a call. Just a call Jug. To keep me safe from what? Death, pain, hurt. Because guess what?! I’m already dead inside” Betty cried. 

Jughead felt his heartbreak for the infinite time today. Tears streaming down his face. 

“To save you from myself. I’m broken please-” Jughead simply replied. 

“Oh wow- I loved you Jug! All of you. I’m broken too- that is the whole point of a relationship, we fix each other. Be there for each other. When Archie came to you about the break up. You just accepted it” Betty replied.

Jughead became anxious as she used the past tense- loved . Did she not love him anymore?

“ Got bored of vanilla? Everyone always does.” Betty scoffed. People started to watch the entire scene unfolding before their eyes. Eyes widening at Betty’s outburst.  

“You didn’t call me to see the truth- you didn’t fight for us. For me. It’s like you never cared- first punch and you’re wounded. You’re weak Jughead Jones. And all this time I thought you were a fighter and a lover. I at least had some humility to break the kiss after seconds with Archie and didn’t go on a fucking groping fest on the night we broke up. I fought for us. While you just stood there” Betty’s voice broke. 

Jughead was wounded. Hurt. But it was the absolute truth. He just wished he saw this sooner. The distant look in her eyes when she wanted to run away with him. How could he not see the pain, the struggle in her eyes? He looked at her trembling form, she had to go through so much. Being buried alive by a psycho, her friends and him distancing themselves from her when she needed them the most. 

She was always there for him, for his dad, when he needed a shoulder to cry on. She was there. 

He never was.  

“I had enough- I had enough of putting people before me. I want to be me for me. I’m tired of showing this perfect veneer for everyone’s comfort and making myself cry to go to sleep. I’m tired for fighting for everyone else. I want someone to fight for me too. I hate being the one who has to be there for everybody- and no one being there for me. I hate being second choice all the time- being chosen over the serpents, over my friends. I want to be someone’s first choice. I want someone to fight for me too” Betty replied, her voice shattered like shards of glass scattered over the tar. 

She turned around and walked out of the halls. Her soft plea for help breaking everyone’s heart. Especially Jughead. 

He watched her walk away. Taking his heart with her. 

She walked out of the halls, she turned around, wiping her tears from her face with her sleeves. She turned around the corner and bumped into someone, leather smacked skin. 

“Sorry I-” Betty started to say but she stopped abruptly when she saw who it was. Sweet Pea. 

He simply held her shoulders, and softly moved her aside. His warm chocolate eyes spread warmth inside her. He flashed a grin and winked and walked away. 

Leaving Betty Cooper in complete confusion.