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The new one off type characters in batdr donāt have nearly the same amount of impact as they did in the first game.
I donāt know if anyone else feels like this but it feels like a lot of them have something missing. In batim thereās a bit of structure to the introduction of characters, āHey hereās my job and hereās why I donāt like Joey.ā Lots of characters follow that and I feel like that gives a lot of them a good starting point to be excepted by the community because it feels a lot more personally connected to the characters we already know like Joey or whoever else while the new characters in batdr feel floaty and unconnected. A good example is Grant Cohen or Jack Fain who both only have one audio log in batim stating their jobs and how they feel about it and name drop another character and both are beloved by fan and Iām sure some people would say they are their favorite characters. On the other hand there are reoccurring characters from batdr that I barely remember the names of that talk way longer than our one offs from batim. Another part of it to me is thereās no fun in trying to find out whoās who like we got to do with Norman or Shawn or anyone else from batim. Like who has deep head cannons about Dale Little . No one really pops out to me and everyone blends together. Thereās no spice to these guys and they all can be used interchangeably to me. Sorry if this is a whole lotta nothing but I would really like to hear other opinions on this. Apologies to anyone whose favorite character is Bill Danton sorry for slandering your man.
Maybe I just like stories more heavy on interpersonal drama and stuff.
#batim#batdr#Iām a Sammy lover though so I like my fictional men causing chaos and being bigoted?#non of these guys are screaming about each other#also hi this is my first time posting publicly I donāt know what Iām doing but Iāve been lurking for a long time#publicly as in letting the whole world see at least#Iāve been around a bit internally but not on this account
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Princess Diaries 2 au!
not me already cheating askdjfhsa so i actually have the first chapter of this fic written but i never got any further than that so i never posted it. but!!! that means you are in luck bc i can offer you 3.5k almost immediately lmao
i had a lot of fun rereading this though so hopefully this might give me some motivation to keep going with it š¤āØ
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āYou want to do what?ā
Buckās parents regard him with identical disdainful looks. Itād almost be intimidating if he wasnāt on the receiving end of looks like that from both of them at least once a day.
āEvan, this doesnāt concern you,ā his mother sighs.
āLike hell it doesnāt!ā he exclaims, looking wildly between his parents and his sister. āArenāt you forgetting what happened the last time you tried to stick Maddie in an arranged marriage-ā
āEvan,ā Maddie cuts in, voice gentle but firm enough for Buck to deflate. The smile she offers him is resigned. āItās alright.ā
āItās not alright,ā he protests weakly.
āMaddie understands the responsibilities she has as our daughter,ā his father says, the, you donāt, heavily implied.
āRegardless, sheās far too old to be concerning herself with something as trivial as a love match,ā his mother scoffs and Maddieās mouth tightens into a thin line.
His parents love to bring up that Maddie is in her late thirties and still single. As if the whole reason for that isnāt because the last person they set up her up with tried to kill her ā a trauma from which sheās obviously still recovering. Buckās not about to let it happen again, not on his watch.
āDo you understand what a match like this could do for our family?ā Margaret continues. Buckās never understood his parentsā obsession with titles and social climbing. He wouldāve figured still being a viscount and viscountess would be enough for anyone when, yāknow, no one gives a shit about the monarchy nowadays.
āBesides, lord knows the Diazes would be indebted to us for even agreeing to it,ā Philip adds with a derisive snort.
āIāve heard Prince Edmundo is very pleasant,ā Maddie offers, clearly trying to placate Buck and possibly trying to convince herself also. Sheās putting on a brave face but Buck knows sheās nervous after Doug. Itās been years but Maddie still jumps at shadows.
Buck rolls his eyes. He may never have met him before but Buck has heard the scandal surrounding Prince Edmundo. He fell in love with a commoner and tried to marry her but his parents refused the match. Then, four years ago, a child was left at the palace gates with a letter addressed to Prince Edmundo. Apparently before they were forced apart Edmundo had gotten her pregnant and she was no longer in a position to take care of the child. Within hours, the whole world knew.
The Diazes had hired an entire new security team after that.
Buck hasnāt heard much since but he does know the potential marriage King Ramon and Queen Helena had been arranging for Edmundo completely fell through with the reveal of the child and he hasnāt publicly dated anyone since.
So now theyāre here: a proposed match between Maddie and Edmundo so Edmundo can ascend the throne in the fall like heās supposed to.
Ā āI still donāt like it,ā Buck mutters.
āHow about a compromise?ā Maddie suggests then. āWe have a trial period.
āI personally have no desire to get married to a stranger ā I would, at least, like to know the manās favourite food or his hobbies ā so why donāt we see if Prince Edmundo would be agreeable to my coming to stay at the palace? Six months. A proper courtship. And, if anything untoward happens or I suspect something isnāt right, the union is ended.ā
Their parents share a look, conversing only with their eyes and pinched mouths. Eventually their father looks back to them. āIf the Diazes agree, then fine. But Maddie, you are running out of time. If Prince Edmundo doesnāt marry you then you canāt protest whoever else we choose. Youāve put it off long enough.ā
Buck wants to protest but he knows this isnāt his fight. Heāll get his turn whenever they decide to turn his attention to him. He watches Maddie take a measured breath and is, once again, in awe of his sisterās ability to keep her composure. He can never do that. He always feels too much.
She looks their parents dead in the eye and nods. āI understand.ā
āIāll write to Helena then,ā Margaret sighs.
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āI donāt like it.ā
Eddie just about refrains from rolling his eyes. He suspects the hand he has braced against his temple is just about the only thing preventing his parents from seeing the exasperation on his face.
āIt sounds perfectly reasonable to me,ā Eddie says and his mother clucks her tongue.
āOf course it does, Eddie. Youāre just looking for a way to get out of this.ā
āNo, Iām not,ā he exhales. Heās long since given up on trying to get out of this marriage. Any hope he had of marrying for love ended when his parents forced him to kick Shannon to the curb. Christopher arriving on his doorstep a few years ago left that hope buried six feet beneath the ground.
Truthfully, he doesnāt care anymore. His priority is Christopher now. He doesnāt need romantic love; all he needs is a political match with someone who will, at best, be decent to his son or, at worst, ignore Eddie and Christopher except for public appearances. Ā
He understands Maddieās reticence though.
āMaddieās last fiancĆ© tried to murder her, Mother,ā Eddie points out. āShe doesnāt know me. Of course sheād be hesitant to marry immediately.ā
āPhilip and Margaret never mentioned this when we were making the arrangements though,ā his father cuts in and Eddie does roll his eyes this time.
āThey probably hadnāt told her yet,ā he says. āReally, I donāt mind.ā If anything, six months in which his parents fixate on someone else besides him sounds like a dream come true.
His parents whisper to each other but Eddie doesnāt bother trying to listen in. Instead he glances out the window to where Chimney is training in their new security hire, Ravi. The kid looks fresh out of high school and like he spooks way too easily but Eddie still wishes he was out there with them. Or in the playroom with Carla and Christopher.
Or anywhere that isnāt here.
āFine,ā Helena says, snapping him back into reality. āWeāll allow it. But you are to be on your best behaviour, Eddie. Do you understand how difficult it was for us to find you a match after your indiscretions-ā
āYou mean my son?ā
His mother huffs. āYou know we love Christopher. But people talk and you must admit your actions with that woman were completely reckless. Just like always.ā
Eddie ducks his head, fists clenching in frustration. āMom, itās been nearly ten years since I last even saw Shannon. I was a kid. I was stupid. But Iām not going to apologise for it. Not when it gave me my son.ā
āDonāt speak to your mother like that,ā Ramon commands but then he folds, just slightly, and rubs at his forehead. āThis is a good thing, Edmundo. Itās almost time for you to ascend the throne. It is your turn to honour this family; try to see that.ā
Eddie doesnāt think thereās a single word in the English language he hates more than honour. Rolling his shoulders, he lowers his gaze and nods in acquiescence.
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Eddie spends the rest of the day preparing for the Buckleysā arrival with Hen, taking the chance to duck away to his room when she gets a phone call. She scowls at him and flaps her hand in a gesture that clearly indicates she doesnāt want him to go anywhere but he pretends not to understand and gets out of reach before she can grab him.
Sheās confirmed Maddieās brother, Evan, will be coming with her as well as Maddieās personal security guard, Athena Grant. Eddie wasnāt aware the children of viscounts needed their own security detail but he guesses for Maddie it might be an extra precaution.
Heās heard the story, of course. How she and her previous husband had beaten the odds. Arranged marriages were common in their world but one that was also a love match was all but unheard of for people like them.
But Maddie and her fiancĆ©, Doug, had seemed like the real thing. Their lavish wedding had been the talk of royal enthusiasts everywhere ā the only people who actually pay attention to high society weddings. Then, a little over a year ago, Maddie was brutally attacked and almost killed.
Her husband had been the culprit.
And if Eddieās sources are to be believed, Doug had been beating her the entire time they were together. Honestly, Eddieās surprised she even agreed to the match. Though, if her parents are anything like his own, he doubts she had any say in the matter.
It makes him feel only the tiniest bit better about his own situation.
Losing Shannon is a pain that still aches deep inside of him but at least heād loved her and sheād loved him back. And if nothing else, sheād given him Christopher, the most precious gift of Eddieās life.
With him and Maddieā¦well. He doesnāt think theyāll fall in love but maybe they can be friends. After all, isnāt that what marriage is? Companionship? Eddieās had love now; he knows what it felt like. Once is more than enough for him. He can be grateful for that ā itās more than most people get in his line of work.
A knock at his open door rouses him from his reverie and he looks up to find his abuela standing at the threshold, a mischievous sort of smile on her face.
āAbuela,ā he says warmly.
āI hear we have visitors coming?ā she says, crossing into his room and coming to rest at the chaise longue near his writing desk.
āIām pretty sure Momās arranging a car as we speak,ā he says, flashing a fake smile.
Abuela hums, regarding him with an appraising look as if sheās trying to read everything heās not saying in the set of his shoulders or the slant of his eyebrows. Sheās always been far too perceptive when it comes to him.
āHow are you really feeling, Eddito?ā she asks. āAre you sure you want to do this?ā
Eddie hangs his head, letting out a weary sigh, before coming to sit beside her. āDo I have much of a choice?ā
āYou always have a choice,ā she tuts. āDonāt let your parents make you think you donāt.ā
āI always knew what my life would be. This isnāt some cruel twist of fate handed down by the universe. Itās my duty ā to my family, to this kingdom.ā
āAnd what about your duty to yourself?ā she asks quietly and Eddie looks away.
He takes a moment to rally himself before he can manage to smile at her again. āIāve gotten everything I want from life already. Christopher is enough. I donāt need anything else.ā
Abuela watches him with something that could be pity on anyone else. From her, itās just an overwhelming sense of empathy and love. She reaches out to pat his cheek and Eddie marvels ā as he always does ā at the way the casual affection he shares with her and his aunt never comes as easily with his parents.
āProtect yourself, Eddie,ā she murmurs, a quiet request. āPlease. For me. I donāt want you to get hurt.ā
He swallows, emotion he doesnāt expect clogging his throat. āYou had an arranged marriage. So did Mom and Dad. Iāll be fine,ā he promises, lifting a hand to cover Abuelaās with his own where it still rests on his cheek.
āI know,ā she says, smiling in a way that doesnāt quite reach her eyes. āAnd I was very happy with your abuelo. But you, mi Ć”ngel, have always dreamed of love. I want that for you.ā
Tears burn behind his eyes but he blinks them away and forces a bright smile onto his face.
āIām sure the Maddie will be a perfectly good match.ā
It sounds like a lie even to himself.
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Buck yanks at his tie for the sixth time since they got out of the car and Maddie slaps his hand away.
āRelax,ā she mutters. āI feel like youāre more nervous than I am.ā
He lets his hand drop with a sigh, shooting Athena a winning grin when she casts them both a sidelong glance. She rolls her eyes before turning back to talking to the Diaz chief of staff, Bobby Nash, as they make their way up the steps of the palace. Henrietta Wilson, who is Bobbyās second in command and evidently personally responsible for Prince Edmundo, keeps pace with him and Maddie.
āHow are you feeling?ā he asks under his breath and Maddie gives him an exasperated smile.
āIām fine,ā she insists, reaching out to latch onto his pinkie finger with her own and giving it a quick squeeze. āYou donāt need to worry.ā
āI canāt help it,ā he mutters.
Up until now Buck has been able to pretend this is all some farcical plan or- or a vacation for him and Maddie! But now theyāre here and theyāre about to have a formal introduction with the royal family and it suddenly feels real. Maddieās getting married. Courtship or not, thatās the end goal in all this and sheās not going to be able to say no unless Buck can find a legitimate reason why.
And maybe itās not Prince Edmundoās fault and maybe heās just as helpless in all of this as Maddie is but Buckās still ready to hate him on sight.
This whole thing feels wrong, out of place. Maddie shouldnāt have to get married again if she doesnāt want to. And she sure as hell shouldnāt have to marry someone just to satisfy their parentsā need for social climbing. Itās not fair. Sheās been through enough and he canāt believe their parents are willing to put her through another potential trauma by forcing her into an arranged marriage.
Well, not if Buck has anything to say about it.
Heās older now than he was when she and Doug first met and heās determined to do whatever it takes to protect her. He even convinced his parents to let him be Maddie and Prince Edmundoās chaperone during their courtship. (Not in an official capacity but still.)
Itās not much but if it lets him keep Maddieās safe, itās worth it.
They reach the main entryway and Buck grinds to an abrupt halt, just stopping short of barrelling straight into Athena. She gives him a look like she knows thatās exactly what he was about to do and he ducks his head, chagrined.
Henrietta clears her throat, clearly attempting to bite back a smirk when Buck looks up at her. āReady?ā
Sheās talking to Maddie but Buck still has to tamp down on the urge to say no.
āOf course,ā Maddie breathes and the doors open.
One of the other staff members introduces them. Buck hears it just as they step inside.
āPresenting the honourable Madeleine Buckley and her brother, Evan Buckley.ā
The royal family are waiting by the staircase for them, their expressions ranging from eager to cordial.
And well. Prince Edmundo is exceedingly handsome, heāll give him that.
Heās tall, though not quite as tall as Buck, dressed in formal attire with his hair swept back off his face in a way that looks seemingly effortless ā unlike the fifteen minutes Buck spends in front of the mirror in the morning trying to make his curls sit just right. His tanned skin and big brown eyes, coupled with the affable smile make him seemā¦
Charming. He is, quite frankly, the fairy-tale definition of a Prince Charming and Buck feels himself seethe with something thatās not quite jealousy but maybe somewhere adjacent to that.
Prince Edmundo steps forward and, for the first time, Buck notices the little boy behind him. That must be his son, Christopher. Heās got crutches under his arms to keep him steady and one of the Diazās staff stands beside him ā a kindly looking woman that keeps her hand protectively on his shoulder.
āMiss Buckley,ā Prince Edmundo greets, stepping forward to take Maddieās hand. He presses a faint kiss to the back of it and Buck bites the inside of his cheek so hard heās pretty sure he draws blood. āItās an honour to meet you.ā
āAnd you as well, your highness,ā Maddie replies, offering up a curtsy and a careful smile. And if nothing else, Buck will admit the smile Prince Edmundo offers in response seems more sincere than Dougās ever was.
He turns to Buck then, extending a hand to shake.
āYour highness,ā Buck greets before Prince Edmundo gets a chance to, giving his hand a too-tight shake and finishing it off with a half-assed smile.
Prince Edmundo raises an eyebrow but decorum wins out above anything else. āMr Buckley,ā he returns, his own hand tightening for a moment around Buckās. If Buck didnāt know any better heād almost think he was amused.
Queen Helena interrupts then, gliding forward to take Maddieās hand. āMadeleine. Itās so lovely to finally meet you.ā
Maddie bows again, greeting the queen with a, āYour majesty,ā that betrays none of the unease she might be feeling. One thingās for sure, their parents trained her well.
āWelcome to our home,ā King Ramon adds, coming to stand beside his wife and offering Maddie a greeting of his own.
They greet Buck and Athena next, completely pleasant and completely perfunctory. Their focus is on Maddie and thatās abundantly clear. Well, thatās fine with Buck. Itāll make it a hell of a lot easier for him to poke holes in this whole match if no oneās paying attention to him.
āWe hope your journey was pleasant?ā Helena says, eyebrows raised expectantly.
āIt was very comfortable,ā Maddie assures. āIt was so generous of you to send a car.ā
āIt was our pleasure,ā Helena says then and she looks like she means it. āWell, weād love to stay and chat a bit more but Iām afraid the king and I have a very important meeting we must attend to.ā
āThe work never stops,ā Ramon jokes. āEddie will show you to your living quarters and weāll see you at dinner tonight.ā
With that, they take their leave and Buck lets out the breath heās been holding this entire time.
If he didnāt know any better, heād say Prince Edmundo does the same. But then he turns to them with a beatific smile and gestures to the staircase.
āYou must be tired after your journey. I can show you to your rooms and give you some time to get settled?ā
The car ride had only been a couple of hours but Buckās not gonna complain. Standing on ceremony is exhausting.
āThank you, Prince Edmundo,ā Maddie says because Buck mightāve used up all his manners by now but she clearly hasnāt. āThatās very kind of you.ā
For the first time, thereās something almost awkward in the princeās demeanour. Buck doesnāt understand what it is until he says, āPlease, call me Eddie. I donāt see any reason why we should have to stick to formalities if weāre going to be getting to know each other as we are over the next few months.ā
Maddieās shoulders drop where she stands beside him and Buck is begrudgingly impressed Prince Edmundo ā Eddie ā has managed to put his sister at ease.
āIn that case, please call me Maddie,ā she says. āI donāt need any titles. And Evan-ā
āGoes by Buck,ā he cuts in, flashing Eddie a closed-lip smile.
āBuck,ā Eddie repeats, as if testing the name out.
Buck hates that he actually likes how it sounds coming from him.
āIāll remember that,ā Eddie says before glancing over his shoulder. āAnd um, if weāre still making introductions, Iād like you to meet our chaperone.ā
He steps aside and Buck watches as the little boy takes three tentative steps forward to stand at his fatherās side. Eddie immediately crouches down to his level once he does, wrapping a comforting arm around him and Buck hates his own traitorous heart for melting a little at the sight. āThis is my son, Christopher.ā
āHi, Christopher,ā Maddie says, voice warm and welcoming, as she holds out a hand for him to shake. She always was amazing with kids. āItās so nice to meet you.ā
Christopher takes her hand after a momentās hesitation and stutters out a soft, āMiss Buckley,ā that has Buck biting his lip so he can maintain his composure.
Why did Eddie have to have such a cute kid?
āYou donāt have to call me that,ā Maddie says with a chuckle. āYou can just call me Maddie if you like.ā
Christopher nods and lets go of her hand and then Maddie is reaching back for Buck. āThis is my brother, Evan.ā
Buck huffs at his given name but obediently steps forward, crouching down in the same manner Eddie had to get on Christopherās level.
āMy friends call me Buck,ā he tells Christopher with a wink, offering him a hand. āItās nice to meet you, Christopher.ā
āNice to meet you too, Buck,ā Christopher says with a bashful smile as he fits his tiny hand in Buckās to shake it.
Eddie clears his throat and thereās something inscrutable in his expression when Buck looks at him. āHow about we show you to your room?ā
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#buddie#buddie fic#911#my fics#meme thing#this is a little over half the first chapter#the intention was for this to be like 30k-ish
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Hi I love your work! Would you have any sfw + nsfw relationship headcanons for Soālek x fem Sarentu Naāvi? Iām playing AFoP right now and Iām looking for crumbs in every in-game interaction lol
Pairing: So'lek/Fem!Sarentu!Reader
Taglist: @mooniequeen @avatar-lover @neteyamsyawntu
Warnings: nsfw (will be under the cut), minors dni
A/n: Using my favorite picture I ever took while playing AFoP š Imagine that's how he looked when you walked into the room.
Also, my first headcanon request! Yay!
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Sfw:
This man trusts you with his life and therefore trusts you are safe and loyal to him, no matter how far or how long you two are apart. (Doesn't mean he trusts Eetu to keep his overconfident hands to himself)
You're constantly traveling and never in one place for long, and while he used to be the same way, he finds himself staying in a chosen few places for long periods of time so that you can easily find him.
While he isn't much for PDA, he's still Na'vi, and he is going to grab your tail, both publicly and privately.
After losing his own clan, he understands exactly what you need to finally and properly mourn the loss of the Sarentu. He gives you what he wished he could've accepted from others after the loss of his people.
Doesn't like it when people tease him about your love. He takes your relationship very seriously and doesn't see the teasing as lighthearted. Priya learns quickly that he's more broody if your relationship comes up in the conversation.
And it's not like he's ashamed of your relationship. He's very proud of it, thank you very much. Even though he isn't into PDA, he still properly courts you in Na'vi tradition like you deserve. He wants you to experience Na'vi traditions since you never had them growing up.
He forces himself to appreciate the Sky People's communication devices because they ease his worries when he's able to talk to you from long distances. Yes, he trusts you to be safe, but he can't trust the rest of Pandora to do the same.
Takes his role as Big Brother to the rest of the Sarentu (Ri'nela, Nor, and Teylan) very seriously since you clearly trust him to guide your family when you're traveling and away from home.
Nsfw (minors dni):
I've said it once, and I'll say it again, this man has ZERO shame when he's eating you out. He's hungry, and he's messy. He's not gonna care how loud or disgusting it sounds.
I wouldn't be surprised if he spent a whole night with his mouth between your legs. I doubt this man has had any action during his life of solitude and path of revenge, so he's going to make up for lost time. If he's craving your taste, you better let him ravage you.
He's one of those lovers who refuses to pleasure himself unless it's to pleasure you, your care and well-being first and foremost in his mind. He doesn't care if it physically hurts not being able to cum, he's going to make sure you cum first. Please please PLEASE give him just as much attention because he deserves it. š
When you two finally mate and form tsaheylu, he's supporting your weight as he takes you up against the nearest tree, being as gentle as physically possibly even with your gummy walls hugging his cock so deliciously. It takes a lot of his strength and willpower not to rail you right away. Since you're bonding for the first time, he wants it to be prolonged and intense. He wants to take his time.
Another reason why he sometimes refuses to cum is because believe it not, he doesn't have a breeding kink. At least not yet. He's not oblivious of the world around you, and even in his frenzied need to have every part of you, he remembers the war and how it's no place to start a family, no matter how much the both of you might want it.
He refuses to budge on the matter, and you need to respect that boundary. So you try other ways to get him to cum. Having him fuck you between the thighs was the best idea since the human invention of sliced bread. He. Loves. It. You have to hold onto his tail because it's always thrashing wildly behind him as he grinds his leaking cock into the tight space where you clench your thighs.
This man has been so deprived that when he cums, he cums a lot. A LOT. It's a shame none if that goes inside you š«£ what a shame.
Growls. Enough said.
Actually, no, not enough said. Growls between your legs and the vibration puts toys to shame.
Mating bites š«¦ but they're mostly hidden between your thighs, under your loincloth. You definitely feel them as you walk around, and that is one of the little things in life between you and him that gets So'lek to smile.
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I will happily write more about this!
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secret keeper (op81)
summary: trying to keep your and oscar's relationship hidden from the public was not easy, especially when the one person you trusted not to say anything may have told the whole grid what was going on.
this definitely got more funny than cute lol but this was probably my favorite fic to write! hope you enjoy!
You were walking through the paddock to meet up with the man who everyone knew as your best friend, Oscar Piastri. You had known each other for years, meeting when your brother had raced against him in a karting series. Though your brother had quit after only a few years of karting, you had grown close to Oscar and continued to hang out with him. When he got to Formula 1, you came to the races that you were able to in order to support your friend.
At least that's what the world thought. You and Oscar had been dating for 2 years before he started racing with McLaren. As a couple you mutually decided to keep your relationship as private as possible. Fans could get nasty and with Oscar's dream of making it to the pinnacle of motorsport, you knew that every single thing you did together would be analyzed if you were to go public. You liked your privacy and Oscar did too, so naturally it made sense to just be friends publicly.
Of course your families and close friends knew that you were dating. You had also informed the members of the team that needed to know, just so they could understand why you were always in the paddock. Outside of that, there were very few people that knew the situation.
So it was shocking to say the least when you passed by Pierre on the way to the McLaren hospitality one morning and he gave you a nod of recognition. "Ah, you're Oscar's friend!" he exclaimed, making air quotes as he said the word friend. He shook your hand and smiled.
"What is that supposed to mean?" you asked, wondering if he somehow knew you were dating Oscar.
Pierre looked embarrassed for a second. "Oh, um, I just meant that you guys seem too close to be just friends? You must be best friends to show up at all these races, he must see you like a sister?"
You cringed inwardly at being seen as Oscar's sister, but were ultimately relieved that Pierre did not know about your relationship. You wished Pierre luck on the race and continued towards the McLaren hospitality. Right before you could step inside, you saw Logan walking towards you.
He smiled before gesturing at you to follow him into the alley between the hospitality buildings. "You better treat him right," Logan said.
"Treat who right?" you asked, again scared that Logan knew about you dating Oscar.
"Oscar," he said and your heart skipped a beat. "If you're going to date him, you better do it right. If you break his heart, Alex and I will break you."
Your stomach dropped. "I, I how did you know?" you stammered.
"Oh, uh, lucky guess?" Logan shrugged awkwardly. "But, uh, don't mess with my boy." He walked away.
First Pierre acting weird and now Logan. Something was up and you needed to find Oscar to figure it out. You beelined into the hospitality to find where he could possibly be hiding. Checking all the rooms, you found that he was nowhere in sight. After asking around, you discovered that Oscar was scheduled to speak with the media at the press conference. You needed to find him before he got on that stage.
You walked as fast as you could without running towards where he was supposed to be. However, you looked to your right and saw yet another driver approaching you. Fernando Alonso himself rushed to your side.
"Hey congrats on the new boyfriend!" he said jokingly, before noticing the panicked expression on your face. "Is something wrong?" he asked.
"I need to find Oscar," you said. "Somehow all of you know about us and I don't know why and I'm scared."
Fernando looked you in the eyes. "Hey, it's alright, let's go find him together. He should be at the media stage right?"
You nodded and were relieved as Fernando began to lead you towards your boyfriend. "But seriously, how did you know?" you asked.
"Well I heard it from Carlos, but I don't know how he found out," he revealed. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's fine, Nando, just help me find Oscar."
You finally got to the stage and saw your boyfriend already being interviewed. Fernando gave you one last reassurance that everything would be okay before leaving you to go do his own press duties. You looked to the seat next to you and saw yet another driver.
"I think you make a great couple," George said, smiling at you. The his face dropped. "Oh, I wasn't supposed to talk about it. Shit."
"It's okay," you sighed. "I know that you know now. I just want to know how this happened."
"Well," George said, looking around before dropping into a whisper. "A certain driver may have slipped and said something about it to Alex who texted Logan, Charles, and I who may have said something to Lewis who actually kept his mouth shut but apparently Charles told Carlos, who told Checo and Nando, and Pierre, who told Esteban and Yuki. That same driver also told Daniel who let Max, Lance, and Nico in and then Nico told Kevin and Valtteri and then Valtteri told Zhou."
"How do you know all that?" you asked, amazed that George kept track of all of the gossip.
"The skill of gossiping comes with the job," he said. "But you didn't hear all this from me."
You nodded. There was nothing left to do now besides wait for your boyfriend to finish the conference. While he talked, you recalled a conversation you and Oscar had during the past week.
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"I can't believe you bring your friend to so many races," Lando had remarked. "I almost thought you guys were dating at first."
You and Oscar had shared a look. You nodded to him to confirm it was okay to tell the truth.
"Well we are dating," Oscar said and Lando looked up from his phone, shocked.
"Oh my god! I was right!" he shouted.
You and Oscar immediately shushed him. "We're keeping it a secret for now," you explained. "Don't want the press digging into our relationship."
Lando nodded. "My lips are sealed."
Little did you know, he had immediately gone to talk to Alex and let it slip that you and Oscar were actually dating. And a few hours after that, he had mentioned it in conversation with Daniel.
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You had a realization. The only person who you had mutually agreed to tell on the grid was Oscar's own teammate, Lando Norris. And while you had trusted him, he was sort of famous for being a PR problem.
You looked up to see Oscar leaving the press conference. Your boyfriend smiled and walked over to you when he saw you in the crowd.
"Oscar, the whole grid knows we are dating."
Oscar looked panicked. "I'm so sorry, babe. I don't know how this could have happened, let me go figure it out..."
"I know what happened," you interrupted.
"What?"
"We're going to need to have a conversation with a certain teammate of yours."
Oscar rolled his eyes. "Of course it was him."
You two made your way to the McLaren garage and Oscar's face got angry when he saw Lando nonchalantly talking with one of the mechanics. Oscar was generally a quiet guy, but could be intimidating when necessary. You smiled as you prepared to watch the confrontation.
"LANDO MOTHERFUCKING NORRIS!" Oscar shouted. "Get your ass over here right now!"
Lando looked panicked and you could almost audibly hear him say "oh shit" before scurrying out of the garage. Your boyfriend looked back at you with an amused smile.
"Last time we trust him to keep our secrets."
You laughed before pulling Oscar into a hug. Even though Lando had leaked your relationship to the grid, you knew things wouldn't be so bad as long as you still had Oscar by your side.
#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 x you#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri x y/n#oscar piastri imagine#oscar piastri fic#oscar piastri fanfic
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The Sky is Blue, the Grass is Green
Summary: You love your girlfriend more than anything else in the world. It's not hard, she's perfect for you. You'd give her everything she could ever want and more still.
Warning: SEX LESBIAN SEX WITH GIRLS AND LESBIANS. I will say that reader has a vagina as does lino. hits is because I wrote this while half asleep after not sleeping for 16 hours with a sore throat and forgot to write gender neutral reader. outside of the fact that the reader has one of those body type is not specified because :|. uh. spanking (sorry, I'm me) and mommy kink (me) and girls being in love with each other
notes: happy pride month. I've been listening to a lot of music by sapphics recently and it made me gay. Also I saw some loser say that Chappell Roan is the first queer person to publicly yearn for women and that is phenomenally untrue. Internet person who I've never met, this was written to spite you. Sorry for not making this more inclusive to women of all body types or to all lesbians regardless of gender. mayhaps I will write something for you soon. EXTRA NOTE: Moon Chaeyoung is not a kpop idol (to my knowledge) she is Cindy Moon aka Silk aka a Spider-Man. Chaeyoung is her Korean name. sorry for the slander, Cindy, I love you more than anything but I needed a name.
Youāre going to make her your wife one day. You know this with the certainty that you know everything else. The sky is blue, the grass is green, you are going to marry Lee Minho. Youāre staring at her, watching her make breakfast (that isnāt actually breakfast because youāre eating it at 2pm) in an old school shirt of yours and you can feel your love for her swell through your heart to be pumped through the rest of your body. You think that loving her is the most effective drug on the planet, that people wouldnāt need anything stronger than an ibuprofen because just spending a minute alone with her is enough to give you a high unlike any other. She turns around to plate the food and catches you staring, she always does, and it makes her ears blush crimson.
āYah,ā she says it softly, ātake a picture, itāll last longer.ā
āWhy would I need a picture when I have the real thing right in front of me?ā Her ears turn a new, deeper shade of red and she avoids your gaze.
āYouāre a charmer, you know that?ā
āI have the most beautiful woman in the world in front of me and you want me to be normal about it?ā You roll your eyes playfully, and reach for your cup to take a sip of your juice.
āNo, you donāt,ā she says, suddenly.
āāNo, I donātā what?ā
āYou donāt have the most beautiful woman in the world in front of you,ā she hands you your plate - with no eggs because you canāt stand them, and no pork because it makes you sick, and french toast the way your dad used to make on lazy Sunday mornings - made with love and care just like everything else she does.
āYou donāt have the most beautiful woman in the world in front of you,ā she repeats, sitting down next to you with her breakfast thatās completely different from yours, āI do.ā
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āMinnie Mouse?ā You just came from work, calling through the house to see if sheās home, too. You can tell from the aggravated sigh that comes from the living room that she is, indeed, home.
āYou could literally call me anything else,ā sheās wrestling Dori on her lap, the tabby always staunchly opposed to having his nails clipped.
āWhereās the fun in that?ā You sit down beside her and take the clippers, letting her soothe and calm Dori while you make yourself his least favorite for the night. Youāll live. Heāll come begging for attention when Minhoās too busy being great at everything to give it to him.
āThe fun is not having your girlfriend break your toes in your sleep.ā You laugh at her and bring her Doongie, holding him instead because he doesnāt care about the whole process even a little bit and you want to pet his soft head.
āDid you know thereās nothing they can do for broken toes?ā
āReally? Doongie, please stop wiggling so much.ā
āYeah, they kind of just say āgood luckā and kick you out before charging you one million dollars for breathing hospital air.ā
āAmerican healthcare really is something. Howād you learn that by the way?ā
āMy friend had an experience once. Also, it was mentioned in a video game.ā She laughs, kissing Doongieās forehead, then yours.
āDid you learn anything else in that video game?ā
āI have incredibly poor hand-eye coordination.ā
āI couldāve told you that.ā
āWhat- whatās that supposed to mean?ā
āWill you get a towel to wrap Soongie in, please?ā
āHey, wait. Hey! You canāt just say weird things and walk away!ā
(āCan you really tell that I have poor hand-eye coordination?ā You ask her this while sheās splayed out under you, two of your fingers knuckle deep in her sweet cunt while a thumb circles her clit.
āWhat?ā Sheās out of breath and her chest is heaving in a way that makes her tits look even hotter than normal. You almost lose your train of thought.
āEarlier. You said you can tell that I have poor hand-eye coordination.ā
āJesus- you stopped fucking me to ask me that?ā One of her hands that was cradling your wrist goes up to her eyes to rub at them. āYouāre something else.ā
āWell! I just remembered it! Maybe Iām not doing a good job-ā
āStupid girl,ā sheās got you on your back now, seemingly not caring about the orgasm she was approaching before you got distracted. āWhen have I ever not told you when I didnāt like something?ā
āUh. Never?ā
āExactly, so why do you think Iād start now? With this?ā She gestures between the two of you and you look, stupidly, like you will see something other than your naked, sweaty body and her equally naked, equally sweaty, incredibly sexy body.
āThatāsā¦ thatās a great question.ā
āI was just teasing, jagi. Thatās all.ā She kisses the side of your mouth and you can feel the way her lashes flutter along your cheek in a perfect butterfly kiss. Everything about her makes you fall deeper in love the longer you know her, even her stupidly long and perfect eyelashes.
āSo, about my hand-eye coordination.ā She drops her head to your shoulder with another curse and your hand comes up to play with her hair.
āItās still bad, believe me. I donāt notice it when we have sex, though. Youāre perfectly good with your hands, jagi.ā
āThe best?ā She smiles, kisses you on the mouth this time.
āThe best.ā)
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Sheās got you in between her legs in the tub, her strong thighs thrown over yours so you canāt move while she aims the jet of the shower head directly on your clit. Itās almost too much, it always is, an unyielding wall of pressure that sends shocks of pleasure through your body in a way that makes you squirmy beyond belief. The first time you did this to yourself, you ended up with bruises on your back, the first time you did this with her, you almost elbowed her in the face. As it stands, sheās got her arms wrapped around you as best she can as you whine underneath her.
āI canāt, I canāt. āS too much, please.ā
āJagi,ā she coos it right into your ear, āyou havenāt even came yet. You keep tapping out before it gets good. Donāt you wanna come, baby?ā You nod and she tilts her head out of the way so you donāt nail her in the jaw.
āI want to, but itās so much.ā She coos as you again as your legs scramble uselessly for purchase underneath hers. The tile is too slippery for you to do so, and Minhoās thighs are no joke. Sheās danced for years and her gym routine is nothing to scoff at. You could spend hours writing sonnets about her legs if you werenāt so distracted.
āYou can though, canāt you, kitty cat?ā Your hand pats frantically at her arm until she gets the message to hold it in one of her own. āYou can be good for me, right? Youāll come the way I want you to?ā
The sound you let out in response to that is more of a cry than anything else, she shushes you and kisses your cheek sweetly like she isnāt the one overloading your nerves with sensation, like the isnāt the one unleashing as much water pressure as possible on the most sensitive part of your body. She shifts her grip just slightly, adjusts the angle and that has you lurching forward so fast you almost knock her over.
āSilly girl, donāt run.ā She pulls you right back to her chest, boobs pressed against your back as she fixes the spray directly at the angle that had you reeling. āI always forget how squirmy you get when we do this.ā She giggles, like sheās watching a silly cartoon.
āMommy,ā you canāt think enough to say anything intelligent, high, pitchy moans coming out in place of words. You want to answer her, to tell her you werenāt trying to run, that you will be a good girl for her. Sheās trained you better than this, but you canāt say much else beyond her title, beyond her name. You hope she knows what youāre trying to tell her anyway.
āOh, jagi.ā Her voice is soft and sweet, but the way sheās pinning you is not. Neither is the way sheās forcing you to take what she gives you. āMommyās here, kitty cat. Mommyās got you.ā
āMommy. Mommy.ā Youāre repeating it, over and over, too dumb to say anything else as you feel the overwhelming input youāve been receiving crest higher and higher. She hums after each mention of her name like she understands what youāre saying. Hums like youāre one of the cats meowing at her for attention. You suppose sheās not too far off.
You cum with a near silent scream, breath halting in your chest in a way that used to concern Minho when it first happened. She doesnāt keep the water pressure going for too long after that, dropping the showerhead to replace the stream with her fingers to help you ride it out. She only loosens her grip when you slump back against her, loose limbed and dazed, muscles still twitching from how tightly they were tensed. She kisses the side of your face and very politely keeps her hands above your waistline while you calm down.
āYou feel better?ā Sheās holding the shower head again, and giggles when you close your legs, simply holding it to the side so it doesnāt spray water all over the floor.
āMhm. Thank you, mommy.ā
āIām glad. Letās finish showering, yeah? Mommy will clean you up.ā
Ā (Youāre leaning heavily against her as she guides you to sit on the bed, grabbing your respective lotions and hair care products and turning to take care of you first. You whine at her.
āLet me do yours!ā She raises an eyebrow.
āKeep your eyes open for more than thirty seconds and maybe I will.ā You lift your hands and manually pry your eyelids apart. She bats at them until you stop.
āEw, itās so gross when you do that. Freak.ā
āI miss five minutes ago when you were telling me Iām the love of your life.ā
āFive minutes ago you werenāt being a little shit head.ā
āFalse. Iām always a shit head.ā She hums and grabs your chin, wiggling your head a little until you look at her.
āNo, sometimes, youāre my sweet little girl.ā
āOh.ā Thereās absolutely no hiding the way you react to her when she talks to you like that and your hands fly to her hips as she lets go and leans back out of your personal space to grab the stuff to start your post-shower routine.
āLet me eat you out.ā Itās sudden, and comes out of you in a rush.
āWhat?ā She nearly drops the bottle of leave-in, ears turning red.
āPlease? Please. Iāll get on my knees right now.ā She scoffs.
āYouāre falling asleep as we speakā
āNo, Iām wide awake right now. Please let me, please.ā She hums.
āLet me finish what Iām doing and if youāre still speaking in full sentences and not going crazy with sleep induced hysteria, Iāll let you.ā
āYippee!ā
āIf you fall asleep you can have what you want in the morning.ā
āYouāre the best, ever.ā
āIām aware.ā
By the time sheās done taking care of the both of you, you are definitely not well enough to be doing anything. That doesnāt stop you from trying though, and you fall asleep with your head pillowed on one of Minhoās thighs. She has to readjust you so you donāt suffocate in her cunt. What a way to go.)
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Minho is having a bad day today. It isnāt often she has those, generally unflappable to most things, but sheād gotten into a fight with one of her work friends and came home in a huff.
āI just donāt understand why she wonāt listen to me!ā Sheās slamming things open and closed around the kitchen while you sit on the counter. She works around you as she always does and doesnāt slam anything if itās less than two feet away from you.
āI know, sheās a bitch. You should report her to HR or something.ā
āI should!ā
āIāll help you draft the email. Iām very good at sounding bitchy in a nice way.ā
āYou are!ā Sheās aggressively chopping vegetables next to you and you rest a hand on her shoulder.
āBe careful of your fingers, lovie.ā
āIām always careful.ā
āOf course you are,ā youāre unusually agreeable because it will do nothing but harm to work your girlfriend up when sheās already upset. Besides, of the two of you, youāre more clumsy, so itās not like you have any legs to stand on.Ā
āDo you want solutions to whatās going on, or do you want me to keep calling your coworkers mean names?ā Itās nice to ask people what kind of support they want, you learned. Minho is a coin toss, sometimes she wants an immediate solution, sometimes she wants to complain. You always do your best to meet her where she is.
āThe second one, please.ā Sheās sauteeing something in the wok, and it smells delicious. You peer over her shoulder.
āPause. Is that pancit?ā
āYeah.ā
āYouāre the love of my life.ā
āYes, yes,ā you touch your pointer finger to the tip of an iron-hot ear as she speaks, āplease call Moon Chaeyoung a cunt again, itās funny.ā
And so you do, going into detail about all the ways Moon Chaeyoung is inferior at her job compared to your girlfriend until she asks you for genuine help.
(āIs there anything else you need?ā Sheās laying with her head in your lap as you make tiny braids in her hair. Her eyes are closing and she hums as she thinks about it. Youāve already given her all the advice that you can, her only course of action now is to do it.
āWell. I can think of some things.ā She turns her head to the side and shoves her face into your crotch like an animal. You swat her shoulder lightly.
āYouāre a horn dog. Insatiable.ā She turns her eyes to you, squinting them so her cat-like gaze shifts from playful to predatory.
āWhich one of us woke the other up this morning because they couldnāt stop shoving their hands in their pants?ā She sits up, leaning over you.
āI was dreaming!ā Youāre giggling, slipping under her arm and moving away.
āYou kept going after I woke you up!ā She stands up, throwing her arms in the air indignantly. You cross your arms in response.
āI was horny!āĀ
āThatās exactly my point.ā She has her head in her hands so the words come out muffled. She grumbles something and lunges after you. You squeal and head towards your room.
āYah! Get back here you little shit!ā She lets out a huff as you throw a cat toy at her.
āI thought I was the love of your life!ā
āThat was before you decided to run from me- donāt you dare close that damn door-ā The bedroom door clicks shut and the sound of your giggles is uncontrollable. You hear her walk away before the lock jiggles and her head pops through.
āGuess who?ā You laugh again, heading towards the bed to throw more things at her, it does nothing to stop her. Itās not long before she has you pinned underneath her.
āHi,ā you smile at her, leaning up for a kiss.
āAll that and all you want to say to me is āhiā?ā
āYeah.ā She rolls her eyes and flips you over as you yelp in surprise. Youāre about to start questioning her when a sharp sting lights up your ass.
āAh- Minho! Hey!ā
āStop squirming. Iām not done yet.ā Thereās another smack over your pants before she pulls them down and her palm is connecting with skin.
āThis isnāt fair! I didnāt even do anything!ā Youāre protesting while laying limply across her lap. She laughs at you.
āāThis isnāt fairā she whines. Why is your pussy so wet then, hmm?ā She spreads your legs a bit and lands a smack there too, snickering when your legs close reflexively on her hand. āBe a good girl, jagi. Take what youāre given.ā)
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Itās sunny when you ask her. The air is hot and humid and sheās wearing this dress thatās making your brain melt out of your ears. Youāre having a picnic, because you can, and sheās talking about this show that sheās watching with Jisung.
āAnd then- and youāll never fucking believe this- he goes āI could never court herā and she overhears. If that happened to me I would literally explode.ā You hum, shoving a heart shaped sandwich in her mouth while you look at her side profile. Sheās beautiful, sharp nose and a round face. You want to live the rest of your life with her.
Youāve talked about it before, on hazy mornings when the rest of the world is just waking. In the middle of the night when the only sound is the hoot of owls and the buzz of crickets. At lunch, at dinner, at breakfast. In the shower, over the phone, through text messaging when youāre at work. You both are listed on the cat's vet information, something she changed a year into dating that she was nervous about telling you.
Ā āI donāt want you to feel pressured,ā sheād said, āor like theyāre your responsibility. I can take you off if you want, but I thought that if I was out of town or if something happened, you should be able to take care of them.ā Sheād been nervous, ears red with shame instead of the cute way they flush when you flirt with her.Ā
āThank you, jagi.ā You donāt often call her that, preferring to torture her with bad puns using the syllables of her name, so her breath catches in her throat.
āYouāre sure?ā
āOf course.ā
She knows every order that you get from fast food restaurants, she hounded your parents for their chicken noodle soup recipe when you got sick one time. She learned how to make your grandmaās spaghetti sauce and letās you call her mommy in bed because it makes you feel safe.
Sheās everything to you and then some, so when you tap her shoulder and hold out the ring you bought, itās as natural as breathing. A fact of life, an inevitability. The sky is blue, the grass is green, you are going to marry Lee Minho.
āHe keeps friendzoning her. It's absolutely despicable, like, are you blind or something-ā She turns her gaze to you and her eyes go wide. āYouāre joking.ā Her eyes are welling with tears, something that you hardly ever see.
āIām as serious as a heart attack, baby. Will you be my wife? I promise if you say yes Iāll start helping you make the bed in the morning instead of laying on it and making your job harder.ā She hugs you, knocking you back onto the blanket youāre sitting on. The movement tips over your cup of lemonade and you damn near lose the ring.
āOf course I will. And you most certainly will not help. But thatās okay, I love you even if you create weird bumps in my sheets and mess up my hard work not five seconds after itās done.ā She kisses your face all over, resembling more like an overexcited puppy than the cats she favors, and you grab her hand to slip the ring on it.
āI love you, Minho. I really do.ā
āI canāt believe I get to marry the most beautiful girl in the world,ā she says, looking down at her hand.
āYou donāt,ā you start, kissing her cheekbone. āYou donāt get to marry the most beautiful girl in the world. I do.ā
(āYou know,ā she starts as youāre packing up, āI was going to propose to you soon.ā
āYouāre kidding.ā
āAbsolutely I am not.ā She fishes around the pocket of her dress before pulling out a ring.
āThis is so funny. Can I still have it?ā
āOf course, itās yours,ā she slips it onto your finger, face heating up to match her ears, āeverything I have is yours. Everything and then some.ā)
#bee blurbs#ft.lino#lee know smut#lee know x reader#lee know x you#skz smut#skz x reader#skz x you#lee minho x reader#happy pride month everyone#auntie lee know#would it be too much to tag this post with lesbians
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The Erasing of Edās Personhood (again).
Some interpretations of Stede and Izzy during the Rhys and Con Q&A at SFROP didnāt sit well with me.
Thereās sexual frisson between Stede and Izzy in the candle scene
What canon shows: That Stede flatters Izzy into mentoring him in a similar way Ed uses flattery in 104 when telling Izzy he could be the Captain of the Revenge. Itās knowing your audience and what motivates them. But this isnāt flirting on Stedeās part. Itās emotionally intelligent leadership.
This alleged sexual frisson takes place immediately after Stede has found Ed, the love of his life, whom he has been desperately trying to find for months. For whom he has willingly given everything up. Stede cannot see another man for Ed. Stedeās whole love and sexual awakening is built around Ed. Heās Ed-emotional, Ed-sexual.
And weāre meant to believe the moment Stede is out of Edās presence - Ed, who has massive trust issues - that thereās a mutual homoerotic moment between Stede and Izzy, because Izzy has his shirt off and Stede says some dubiously flattering things? Itās reductive towards Ed and mocking of his character. Itās actually an incredibly cruel interpretation. It isnāt the show. It. just. isnāt. the. show.
Izzy is a good mentor to Stede
What canon shows: Stede ābeing the captainā by asking Izzy to mentor him. Stede is putting into practice ākeep your friends close and enemies closerā by trying to give Izzy a role. The devil makes work for idle Izzy Hands, so keep him busy. But punching someone in the stomach, yelling at them, and telling them they have such a total lack of skills you donāt know how theyāre still aliveā¦ when they rescued your sorry ass two nights previous!ā¦does not a mentor make. And Stede doesnāt learn anything useful really. I mean at least he learned something that saved his life with Ed even if it was through flirting. The fact Stede also seems to enjoy some of Izzyās approval doesnāt make Izzy a good mentor either. It makes Stede someone who is still wrestling with his identity, and reconciling differing aspects of his masculinity. Stedeās parental trauma causes him to attach too much significance to it.
That Stede and Izzy caused Edās decline and have equal responsibility for fixing the man they both love (this one boiled my piss).
What canon shows: Ed is devastated by Stede not turning up at the dock. Ed then processes some of this in a reasonably healthy way ā curling up under blankets, eating marmalade, writing doggerel, talking to a friend, crying, showing pain publicly, exploring shared feelings, making a plan to feel better through art (singing), and tidying up his room. Ed is attempting to put into practice Stedeās philosophy: beauty, aestheticism, art as therapy, open emotions, talking it through.
We canāt know what wouldāve happened next because the narrative doesnāt bend that way, but without Izzyās intervention, what Ed doesnāt do is fall into the Kraken spiral. Ed is pretty much forced to a shuddering emotional halt, mid-catharsis - that in itself causes further trauma. Many therapists will tell you that stopping emotional work suddenly can be worse than never beginning at all. On top of that suppression, Ed now fears harm might be done to him should he appear weak. To say Stede and Izzy are equally responsible for Edās Kraken spiral is just not true.
Second, Ed isnāt an object to be fixed. Ed isnāt something to be moulded or unfolded. Ed isnāt the exotic plaything of two white men. Ed isnāt a toy or cipher or prize to be won between a bourgeois hero and some proletariat antagonist. Ed really just needs to be left the fuck alone so he can develop some self-actualisation. Let him try his innkeeper dream and fail. Let him see the world doesnāt end when he does. I truly believe Stede is the only individual who can give Ed the room and psychological safety to explore a range of human emotion and identities, as well as providing that soft place to fall when Ed inevitably needs it. And it isnāt even that Ed needs to fix himself. He just needs to be allowed to breathe and be and exist in all his human messiness, judgment-free, fear-free.
That Stedeās crying as Izzy dies shows how much he has grown to care about Izzy, that there is mutual respect, and Stede is left devastated.
What canon shows: That Stede CRIES! He cries all of the time. And I have championed this over and over. He cries in 13/18 episodes. He makes it safe for others to cry. Crying is Stedeās superpower. It helps him process emotions healthily. Stede, I believe, is crying when Izzy dies for the following reasons:
Because heās Stede
Because heās the Captain and he didnāt get everyone out alive (doesnāt matter the great Israel Hands canāt check a pocket for weapons).
Because Ed is devastated, and Stede loves Ed
Because Stede isnāt a colossal prick. He says āpoor buggerā towards Chauncey moments after escaping execution. Stedeās an empath. Stede understands the pity of it all. Stede can see the intrinsic value in most people, even Izzy. That doesnāt tell me anything about Izzy, but everything about Stede. And it doesnāt make Izzy special to Stede. It makes humans special to Stede.
Why these misinterpretations upset me so much is what it does to the validity of Edās characterisation. The idea thereās a sexual āknowingā behind Edās back between the two white guys which they choose not to act upon because they decide to work together to objectify and āfix Edā instead. The idea that Izzy is a better mentor and influence than Ed. The objectification of Ed as a thing to be fixed then won. The appropriation of Edās emotional confusion over Izzyās death being overlaid onto Stede also. Because Ed canāt have his own unique character arc in anything it seems. I just want Edās characterisation and personhood to stop being erased.
Iām still sleep-deprived so I hope this makes sense. Itās taken me a while to process.
#stede bonnet#ed teach#stop erasing ed#izzy critical#canon is what matters#it has to make sense within the narrative#itās the Ed and Stede show!#sfrop#the republic of pirates convention#ofmd
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flowers she gave him pt. 1
A/N: Hi loves!! So excited to finally share this story that has been brewing in my head for what feels like forever. I havenāt posted any of my writing publicly for years! So this is a big step for me, and I just couldnāt keep these thoughts to myself any longer. I want to say the biggest thank you to @luiscarrutherss and @galarian-weezing-on-prep for not only reading the early draft but making me feel excited to write and share my story. Also my girlfriend for helping me edit and watching succession. This will be a friends to lovers slow burn, so if thatās your jam like mine stick around! Anyways, enjoy mwah!
The floor was silent. Most people had gone home hours ago, the lights off in most offices. It was always so odd this time of night ā looking out over all the different worlds happening just below, life continued on so vividly yet it felt so stiff and halted here.
It wasnāt the plan to have been here this late. Really he should have picked you up hours ago, the dinner reservation that had been made earlier this week now way past check in.
The reservation was Romanās idea. Maybe a poor attempt at an apology, the only way a Roy knew how to apologize ā dance around it yet never letting it fully resolve. You were used to it by now, a lifetime of Roman had made you well familiar. Yet this time felt different. Roman for once in his life was being distant, independent. He would blame it on work, family, stress, but you knew him better than that.
Tearing your eyes from the window, you look at your phone. Still nothing from Roman, not even a heads up that he would be an hour late to the aforementioned reservation. The thought of sending another ignored text filled you with a sense of irritation. Why wait here when you could see him face to face?
Without a second thought you haphazardly throw your things into your bag, muttering softly to yourself. The lights of your borderline clinical office flick off as you shut the door.
The way to Romans office was nearly tattooed in your brain from years of walking back and forth. Though your office was just down the hall, tonight it felt like a dreadful journey into unfamiliar territory. This wasn't how the night was supposed to go.
Turning the corner you could see him through the thick glass walls. He was staring at his computer, full attention to whatever was on the screen. You swear you had never seen him work so hard in his lifeā¦ or at least pretend to work this hard. With a soft sigh, you walk into the office and stop in front of his desk, his eyes not once glancing from the screen.
āLate night?ā The tone of your voice is dry, maybe a bit sarcastic. You werenāt used to this Roman, the detached, focused type. He had always been clingy, willing to throw his work down as soon as you had walked in.
Even standing directly in front of him, his eyes still never move from the screen. Moving his free hand from the desk to run through his already tousled hair, he hums softly, not bothering to give a full response.
Another sigh leaves your mouth and you turn to take a seat on the piece of foam covered in velvet they called a couch, there more for decor than actual comfort.
~~~
While your back is turned, Romanās eyes glance quickly to you. The perfect image of a long day, he watched as you slowly dropped your bag without a thought. The whole day he had fought the urge to text you and watched the minutes tick past the planned reservation. He didnāt understand why he was doing this, pushing you away and trying to hurt you. Yet he felt like he was the only one hurting here.
As quick as his eyes lingered on you they were back on the screen, looking at the same report sheet he had been rereading for over an hour now. The sight of you settling on the couch out of the corner of his eye made his brows furrow softly. Why was he doing this again?
āUh, ya know, Dad had me do some stuff.ā He mumbles softly in response, his voice high in octave and almost tense. God, he didnāt even believe himself. He rips the hand in his hair down and begins to rapidly type something on the computer, trying his best to sell his stupid ābusyā act. You werenāt buying it, but it was unspoken that you and Roman never really did feelings ā maybe that's why you were still so close.
~~~
Sighing, you pull your phone out and slip off the uncomfortable shoes you were wearing. It seems like Roman wonāt be finished anytime soon, so neither will you.
The two of you work in a tense but comfortable silence, you clearing old emails and roman rapidly slamming keys. It was routine, though it didnāt keep you from noticing that what was once so familiar was now slowly changing. The silence still comfortable, yet more deafening than before.
āWe had a reservation for tonight, did you forget?ā Your voice breaks the silence, addressing the elephant in the room. Panning your view to roman, you can tell the question makes him squirm. The vein on his forehead bulged, his eyes widening ever so slightly at the screen.
You wait to hear some poor excuse, something around how it wasnāt his fault or to fuck offā¦ but it never comes. Roman just continues to slam on the keys, the discomfort only growing on his face.
Sitting up, you nearly roll your eyes for what feels like the hundredth time of the night. You didnāt have time to waste sitting twiddling your thumbs to expect a coherent response from Roman when he obviously wasn't interested in giving you one. Slipping on your tight shoes, you grab your bag and rise wordlessly.
You look at Roman, hoping for something. For him to look at you, acknowledge that you were here for him. His eyes remained glued to the screen, though it seems like there is a deeply rooted panic there. 5...10ā¦30 seconds go by and he does nothing.
The voice in your head repeating a mantra of fuck this over and over finally wins, and you turn to the door to leave. Though it hurt, you were tired of this back and forth. That, and your bed sounded much more appealing than the stone couch.
~~~
The second you leave Romans office, his eyes tear from the screen to your disappearing figure. The feeling of panic that had been bubbling in his chest all week started to explode into a deeper fear ā you were walking away. He knew he deserved it, but still ā what the fuck? Part of him thinks to leave you be and ignore your texts again, but his heart is screaming at him to follow you, chase after you and stop pushing you away like he had been for weeks.
He rises from his desk, leaving his computer unlocked and hastily makes it over to where youād gone off to.
~~~
It feels like the elevator is taking forever on purpose. Maybe to taunt you for waiting for Roman, or maybe because deep down you had hoped he would come after you. Still, you waited for the doors to open so you could forget about today and the weird feeling in your chest at your best friend ignoring you. Why did it feel like you might actually lose him this time? Roman had seen you through your worst, and youād seen him through his. But this dynamic was new, and didnāt feel like something you could recover from.
Finally, the high pitched ding breaks you from your thoughts, the doors sliding open to the luxury elevator awaiting you. Stepping in, you scan your badge and wait to be taken to ground level once again. Wine sounded good tonight, lots of it.
The doors begin to close, but before they can shut a hand is shoved between them, forcing them to open. Roman. He was there, face slightly flushed. It was funny, because Roman had never been the one to chase after you originally.
~~~
The sun felt hot ā almost scorching. It was the end of June and finally it was starting to feel like summer in the hamptons. The backyard seemed to stretch on forever and was decked in long tables covered in lavish meals. This was a yearly event Logan held for his āpartnersā and their families ā It was for the people who knew where the bodies were hidden. The whole āget awayā was to keep them close.
Though the event was mostly filled with adults, a few children were scattered around. A boy almost in his older teens, one a few years younger doing his best to fit in with the adults. An even younger boy with messy hair and big eyes, a young girl with fiery red hair, and lastly another girl who didnāt really fit in with the others. Yet that didnāt stop her from trying.
āRoman! Look at this ā it's a worm!ā You held out the stick with a worm dangling from it, the soft blue dress hanging on your tiny frame most definitely ruined. The wide grin on your face only grew as Romans eyes widened in disgust as he turned in the opposite direction. You would only start to chase after him again in response, as you had all afternoon.
This was a game between just you and Roman ā you bugged, poked, nagged, and in response he would run away, gag, and ignore. For some reason your tiny brain just never got the memo that he couldnāt stand you. Things were easier back then. Innocent.
The sound of a loud bell stops you in your steps, Roman halting ahead of you. Dinner time. Placing the worm gently back to the ground you follow the children you came to know as the Roys.
The feeling of eyes on you from your parents and other bodies burnt like fire on your skin as you approached the dinner table. You hadnāt meant to dirty the dress, but running through the vast yard with the people you called āfriendsā had made you forget ā forget that this was a performance, and that you needed to set a good example so that your family could stand out. Your mother would have words to say about this later.
Each child slid into their assigned seat at their own table away from the adult conversations happening at the other, longer table. You couldnāt help but feel a little relieved ā you didnāt fully understand that whole world yet at the ripe age of 5, but you knew enough to be bored. Shiv felt the same way you did, her face more relaxed now than it had been at the sound of the ringing bell.
Romanās seat was the one next to yours, and it was made obvious by the soft groan that left his mouth when he saw the tag of his name next to yours. Dramatically, he pulled his chair from the table, each action over dramatized and nearly throwing his body into the seat. Though the sour look didn't last long on his face as his eyes panned over to you and your dirty blue dress.
āMommy and Daddy wonāt be very happy with that, now will they?ā The sour look fades from his face, a devilish grin replacing it. His tone is teasing and rude. It wasnāt anything new with Roman, though. The only attention he spared to give you was the more unpleasant kind. But it didnāt stop your obsession with trying to break him down and play with you.
You return his comment with a pout and look away from him, your hands finding themselves busy undoing the neatly folded table napkin at your place setting. Gently your fingers pull it apart, corner by corner. Finally you place it gently on your lap, your head high as you reply. āIt was an accident. Maybe if you played nice, I wouldn't be messy.ā
Roman was almost surprised with the response he was met with, a little smirk filled his lips. He couldnāt help but feel put in his place. He nodded to himself, taking the napkin and ripping the cloth out of its fold. Vastly different from the way you had done it with so much meaning. Maybe you werenāt as annoying as Roman thought.
The dinner was pretty tame. The children made soft conversation about various topics ā the summer vacations they had planned, the extracurriculars, the movies they wanted to see. While the adults stuck to business conversation, how it always was and would be. It felt nice though, for once being around other children who somewhat understood your lifestyle. That, and it was a lot better than the company of your au pair.
After dinner, you find yourself with Shiv in the garden playing a game of fairies while running around the well maintained garden of roses. The sound of your feet against the gravel and shared giggles is all that can be heard ā a pure moment of childhood innocence. Your dress slowly changed into one more brown than blue, Shivās own dress dirtying as well. It didnāt matter though, because for once you were just girls playing.
Loganās booming voice rips you and Shiv from the moment. You canāt make out anything he is saying, but the both of you know it can't be good. You look to Shiv but her eyes are already on your face, wide and crystal blue. Then you hear it clear as day, the only word that mattered. Roman.
Looking around, you find a flower from one of the many bushes and pluck it gently, making sure to not damage any petals. You didnāt know Roman well yet but you knew well enough that this was normal. The sound of Logan's booming voice most times directed at him, as he seemed to always be the easiest target. Though, there was something about this time that felt worse than the others.
Without a second thought you run off, away from Shiv and the flower garden, carefully cradling the small white flower in your palm. The soft sound of sniffling guiding where to go, eventually leading you to the side of the oversized house.
There he was ā sitting on the floor, knees to his chest, and a hand holding his cheek in pain. The spitting image of a kicked puppy.
This was worse than the other times.
Wordlessly you sit next to Roman, eyes not daring to look at him, but glued to the wall with ivy overgrowing. Before Roman can protest or run away, you bring the small white flower into view. A smile fills your lips before placing the flower onto his knee with all the care in the world.
That was the moment everything changed.
~~~
The elevator doors open fully and Roman steps into it with you. Your name falls from his lips as his hands comb through his hair for the umpteenth time that night. āLookā Fuck. Letās just grab dinner, okay? Thereās gotta be someplace still open and half edible around the block.ā
You can tell he is trying his best to contain his expression and stay in control of the moment, but he's failing. Miserably.
His hazel eyes watery and nearly pleading, begging you to look at him and forgive him for being a total ass.
Looking him up and down, you hesitate. Maybe to make him sweat or to make him feel how you did all day, you werenāt sure.
āWherever we go, I want hashbrowns.ā You tear your eyes away from roman and click the button that would take you to the lobby. Immediately there is air in the elevator again, Romanās pleading eyes vanishing. He always seemed to get his way with you.
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Take Me Back To Eden - Noah Sebastian x Reader (+18)
Authorās Note:
Heyyy itās me again! My fantasies have been all over Noah recently as you can see so, faster than ever (for my standards), Iāve got this story out for you. I really got out of my comfort zone for this one, but I hope you like it, let me know your opinions here later, please!!!
Disclaimers: Iām unable to write anything that doesnāt involve smut so thereās tons of it ahead, as always, youāve been warned!!! Here weāll also have bits of heresy, there are mentions of religiousness in a not religious way, thereās also dom! and rough Noah, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, unprotected p in a (yes, anal), creampie, aftercare.
Again, english is not my first language, forgive me for any mistakes!
WC: 2.4K
Hope you all enjoy your time here, donāt forget to like and reblog if you appreciate it and, if possible, Iād be very happy to hear your thoughts on it!!!
Warnings done, enjoy the story!!!
End of Authorās Note
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The community priestās daughter, thatās how everyone knew you for, and despite not being as religious as your parents, you did your best to keep up with the familyās reputation, at least publicly.
At the communityās eyes you were the daughter every father wished and prayed for, but if they ever knew about your likings off the spotlights.
Noah Sebastian, the rockstar born and raised in that same community, on the other hand, was not seen with the same grace, after all, he crossed lines a good christian could never accept nor admit.
And that, him being the forbidden fruit, the bad example no one should ever follow, along with his tall figure adorned with tattoos all over his skin, drew you into him instantly. After all, everyone loves a good sin.
At first, when the two of you met, you thought youād just take part in a harmless cat and mouse game. At that moment, in your mind, he represented no real danger since he was almost always out of town. But oh boy how terribly wrong you were.
When things started to escalate and you had a taste of his sins, you soon realized you were in serious trouble and yet you didnāt want any help out of it.
What was meant to be only a physical involvement at first quickly turned into a forbidden relationship, which now you had to hide from the world, after all your parents, and mainly your father, would never allow such a thing, not with his most precious and chaste daughter.
And it would probably cause him a heart attack if he knew that at this very moment you were fully naked, locked up with Noah in his bathroom, down on your knees with his cock deep in your throat.
Noahās tattooed hands held you by your hair as you bobbed your head up down his length, hollowing your cheeks around him, earning deep moans out of him at each movement.
Youāve been taught your whole life that you should only get down on your knees to pray, but oh boy how you loved to get down on your knees and let him use you and your mouth to his own liking.
You pulled your mouth out completely and teased the bundle of nerves right under the tip of his cock with your tongue, a devious smirk on your lips as you watched him watch you. He tightened the grip on your hair as your tongue went on, sliding from left to right and up and down on such a sensitive spot.
āFucking stopā He pulled you up on your feet āI donāt wanna cum just yetā
He claimed your lips and hoisted you up by your asscheeks, sitting you on the counter behind you, legs wide open as he stood between them, devouring you with his lips and tongue while his hands traveled down you your body, one of them kneading one of your boobs as the other slid between your drenched folds, collecting your slickness as his pads circled your clit, applying pressure on it, your eyes rolling back at the stimulation.
āThis wet already only from getting me off?ā
You couldnāt answer, all you were able to do at that moment was bite your lip to keep you from moaning louder than you should, until he drew his hand away from you.
You whined in frustration as your pussy clenched around nothing, desperate to have him inside you, filling you, claiming you.
āNoah, p-pleaseā You tried to pull his hips closer by hooking your legs around them as your hands ran up his tattooed arms to his nape.
āTell me what you wantā He demanded, lips inches from yours as he roughly grabbed you by your face, his dark eyes burning holes into yours.
āFuck me. Hardā You spit out filthy.
āYou want it hard?ā
āPleaā¦ā You gasped audibly when he pushed himself inside you with no warning āOh fuckā
One of his arms snaked around your hips to keep you put by the edge of the counter as he bottomed you out. The sudden stretch made your body quiver in pleasure as he started to set his pace. Without breaking eye contact between you, heād pull out almost completely to then slam himself back in harshly.
Like a starved man, his lips ran down your neck towards your breasts, where he kneaded one with his hand while his lips and teeth nibbled on the other, taking their time on your sensitive nipples as you arched your back towards him at each thrust, head thrown back in pleasure as his cock slid in and out of you.
With no warning in advance, he pulled out of you and, as if you were a weightless doll, he manhandled you down the sink and spun you around so now you could watch everything he was doing to you in the mirror.
He pushed himself back in, harder this time, making your body jolt forwards, his hips smacked loudly against your ass as he pulled you up straight by your hair for better leverage. He hooked his arms around your shoulders and hips, bringing your back to rest against his chest and allowing him to reach a new angle inside you, his pounding faster and harder as you felt your orgasm building within.
The scene unfolding in the mirror in front of you took your lust to a new level as you watched him rail you, the way his tattooed arms wrapped around you, the way your boobs bounced with each thrust, the fucked out expression you both held on your faces as you stood there agape, a pure moaning mess.
The hand on your hip slid down your front towards your clit, massaging and rolling it between his pads, the added stimulation tightening the pleasure knot in your lower belly. Noah knew you were close because he felt how your pussy clenched around him, so he picked up his pace and intensified his fingersā work, and with a deep last thrust it snapped.
He kept your body close and stilled behind you as your body quivered against him while his fingers kept on working on you, riding you through your high until your body felt numb.
On the verge of his self control to not cum, your clenching walls like torture around him, he pulled out of you when he realized you were done.
Your eyes met again through the mirror and he reached out for your chin, pulling it to the side so his lips could meet yours in a passionate and tender kiss.
Youād just come, yet you were still in need of more of him, your body still ached for him, the amount of time you usually had to stay away from each other due to his work had you climbing over the walls for him, and by the look on his face behind you, he also wasnāt done with you.
His cock slid up and down between your asscheeks, still slick and wet from your pussy that now contracted around nothing, missing the way he stretched it to its limit just seconds ago.
With his palms now both splayed on your ass cheeks, parting them at each rub of his cock, you knew very well what he had in mind for you next.
Youād fucked countless times already but there was one thing youād never done, a thing Noah knew youād never done.
And he wanted that, he wanted to be your first, he wanted to claim you, you both knew that it was the biggest token of submissiveness and truthfully trust you could give him. The erotic and animalistic sense of possession and control involved in that exchange sent your head and body to overdrive with both lust and apprehension.
āNoahā¦ā You bit your bottom lip, the uncertainty in your voice fading as his thumb drew circles on your hole, stimulating you, his eyes never breaking contact to yours because he wanted to have and to conquer you, but he wanted you to want it, he wanted you to crave for it, he wanted to be chosen and he wanted to watch you feel every aspect of it through that mirror.
āYeah?ā The husky whisper against your ear sent a strong shiver down your spine as he kept working on easing your hole.
His cock now between your legs, slipping back and forth slowly against your drenched folds, collecting your slick and coating himself in it, and he made sure that with every slide his tip met your clit teasingly, smearing it with his precum.
To feel him and to watch the scene unfold in front of you in the mirror felt pornographic as his swollen tip peaked between your thighs with every rub. You felt yourself getting bolder and hotter, and you couldnāt help but to bite your bottom lip harder as he slid a finger in your asshole, the strange yet stimulating feeling making you melt under his control at each calculated pump of his finger stretching you, getting you ready for him.
His eyes were dark with lust as he watched you relax and give in, as he watched your body reacting to him, your pussy now dripping with how turned on you were getting as he played with your ass.
āNoahā¦ā His name left your lips once again in a soft chant as your ass met his finger on its own, the unexpected reaction making him groan.
āFuckā¦ā He bit on your shoulder blade and removed his finger slowly, which soon was replaced by his swollen tip coated with his own precum mixed with your slick, lubing you.
āWill you be gentle?ā You whined, voice weak in anticipation as you braced yourself on the edge of the sink you were trapped against.
āYes babyā¦ Let me take care of youā He trailed wet kisses from your nape over your back and shoulders, their tenderness sending another wave of chills down your spine āI just need you to trust me, okay?ā
His eyes met yours in the mirror again as he positioned himself against your ass, his tip pressing against your hole waiting for your signal as his large palms kept your ass cheeks parted, allowing him full view.
āTake me, Noahā
Your lips shaped a mute āOā as you felt like your breath was punched out of your lungs when he pushed in, the initial stretch from his thickness felt like it was tearing you in half and he was not even a couple of inches deep yet. He didnāt move at first, allowing you to feel and get used to it as he peppered wet kisses along the crock of your neck, his eyes trained on your every reaction in the mirror.
Seconds later the stingy pain started to fade and was suddenly replaced by a new found sensation, a different kind of pleasure youād never experienced before burning through your veins as your hole settled him in.
It was raw, primal, blinded and flooded your senses in sheer lust.
Noah pushed deeper and a long animalistic moan erupted from your chest, your cheeks flushing in a dark shade of pink as your face contorted in bliss.
His digits sunk in your flesh as he shifted his attention between watching your fucked out face in the mirror and his thick cock disappearing into your tight hole, the feeling of it swallowing him deeper into you making him grunt and struggle to keep his restraint under control as he too was high in pleasure, transcending with the realization that you were his, only his, fully his.
āFucking mineā
Once you got comfortable and confident he fucked you rough, raw, your ass colliding against his hip bones with each thrust, nasty moans and unintelligible profanities being spilled out from both of you as his length was now all the way in your ass.
It felt wrong and wicked, but the idea that he was ruining you with each pound, fucking you like a filthy whore, got you spiraling over the edge in a new found layer of lust as you now had no control over how loud you were being at that point, completely tamed by how hot it all felt, how amazing he was making you feel.
Your legs started to falter as your orgasm grew hot and strong, coming in a violent and uncontrollable wave. Seeing the way you were about to fall into pieces, Noahās hands left your ass cheeks and moved up your body, one entangling in your hair as the other moved towards your mouth, pushing two of his fingers against your tongue, forcing you to open your mouth wider as he now fucked you in an unholy rhythm.
Feeling and watching him all over you, overpowering you, desecrating you, made your body tremble violently as your climax washed away all of your senses, deafening and blinding you as your body melted under his control.
Noah embraced you in his arms to keep your body from collapsing and your legs from giving in as he now pursued his own high, which didnāt take many seconds after yours to strike him as he was desperate to cum at that point, crazed by all of you. He crushed your body between his strong arms as he came inside your ass, releasing all his spent in long and thick hot spurts, his body twitching against yours as he did so.
āI love you so muchā He whispered before pulling out of you, and you immediately felt his cum start to ooze out of you down your legs.
He kissed you tenderly and then proceeded to turn on the bathtubās faucet, filling it.
He knew you couldnāt move from the sink where you were still standing by, exhausted and overwhelmed by the newly found sensations and experiences, so he lifted you up on his arms and walked you to the bathtub, carefully setting you down in it, your muscles instantly reacting to the amazing feel of the hot water engulfing you.
Noah took his place behind you in the tub and pulled you closer, nestling you in his arms as he kissed your temples.
āAre you okay? Did I hurt you?ā His voice was laced with concern.
āIām more than okayā You looked up to meet his eyes, reassuring him āAnd I loved that you were the one to do it to meā
He smiled proudly and tightened his arms around you.
āThe one and onlyā He giggled āLike I said: youāre mineā
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THE LOST LIST FIC REC
I recently came across a list of fave fics that I thought Iād lost. Itās from years ago when I first started reading fic and Iāve been going on a wonderful trip down memory lane re-reading them all, so I thought I'd share 20 of them with you.
Some of these were well-read at the time they were posted, but havenāt been making it onto more recent rec lists. Some are tropes that arenāt as popular anymore. And some of them are pretty obscure with low readership, but each one holds a special place in my fic journey.
Hope you find something new and enjoyable, or get to revisit an old fave xx
*Please ensure you read the tags and author's notes for all fics.
(quiet like a fight) fingers laced together | decadent | E | 17k
Louis is a kitten hybrid in a cruel world. Harry's family is worried he's lonely and buys him Louis as a companion. Or the one where it's a whole new world for them both.
infinitely all for me | swallowsmateforlife | E | 10k
The Alpha Louis has been betrothed to since he was 14 finally comes of age and Louis is delivered to his home. Or the one where they figure it all out.
No Turbulence Please | wetdandelions | E | 5k
It's just Harry's luck that his rut hits right before his concert when he's stuck on an plane where his best friend is the only omega. Or the one where Louis doesn't mind helping Harry out.
trusting things beyond mistake | sarcasticfluentry | E | 10k
Harry wants to see if he can come without touching his cock, but things don't go as he'd planned. Louis, his flatmate, comes home and finds him in a compromising position. Or the one where Harry ends up getting more than he bargained for.
river flows in you | sarcasticfluentry | E | 10k
Louis goes into heat early and part of their tour gets rescheduled. Or the one where Harry fucks him through it.
Make Tea, Not War | howdoyouwhisk | E | 21k
"Is he the messiest?" "Yes." "Does he do the washing up?" "Never." "Does he make his bed?" "Never." "Hopeless, hopeless flatmate. Would you rather be with one of these guys?" "Nope!" Or the one where Louis attempts to become a better flatmate, much to Harry's dismay.
let me make a thing of cream and stars | missandrogyny | E | 25k
Louis and Nick host the most popular show on BBC Radio 1. The audience loves their shenanigans, which is why Louis is currently trying to interview singer (and frequent star of his sexual fantasies) Harry Styles, while Harry planks over him. Or the one where Harry is a rock star who is infatuated with Louis' bum, among other things.
you burn with the brightest flame | sarcasticfluentry | E | 34k
Harry and Niall are betas, Louis and Zayn are omegas, and Liam is an alpha. At least Harry thought he was a beta. When Louis goes into heat in the X Factor House, everything Harry thought he knew is turned upside down. Or the one where everyone gets more than bargained for.
Always Come Back To You | whoknows | E | 29k
Three years after 1D split the hysteria has died down somewhat. People don't care as much when Harry and Louis catch up for lunch, like good friends do. But when Louis publicly comes out and says he has a boyfriend (which he doesn't), he's naturally expected to present this mysterious boyfriend when he shows up to an LGBTQ+ charity event. Or the one where Harry volunteers to be Louis' pretend boyfriend and there might be a lot less pretending than either of them expected.
Unraveling | D1ona30 | E | 10k
Louis' birthday wish comes true. Cue the chaos. Or the one where Harry can read Louis' mind.
led by your beating heart | missandrogyny | E | 34k
He should delete. He should really delete the number. He and Louis shared nothing but brief small talk in the bathroom, nothing significant, nothing worth risking his career over. The smart move here is to just delete, forget about 'Cute Lou from the Loo' and move on. Of course, Harry hits call. Or the one where Harry's in One Direction, Louis isn't, and they reconnect over a game of 'Call or Delete'.
In Dreams | dolce_piccante | E | 24k
When Harry moves to a new city, his new flat comes with a number of sweet, anonymous gifts and surprises that brighten his days. Could it be a friendly ghost? Another friendly presence in his new building is his tattooed neighbour, Louis, who seems determined to put a smile back on his face. Or the one where Harry's a teacher, Louis is a tattoo artist, and being neighbourly takes on a whole new meaning.
Special Topping | LoadedGunn | E | 13k
'Who would even want so many pizzas so late at night?' Harry wonders before the door opens. Oh. Apparently short guys with shaggy brown hair and a scruff and bright blue eyes and heart-stopping smiles. That's who. Or the one where Harry delivers pizza, fashion student Louis creates chaos in his flat, and it's totally inevitable that Harry finds himself drawn into the middle of it all.
One Day To Believe In You | mediaville | E | 8k
Harry blinks and has the nerve to look surprised. "You think about me when you get off?" "Yes," Louis says. He wonders how hard he'd need to punch himself in the face to knock himself out. "Often?" "Yes, Christ, Harry," Louis groans. "Probably eight times a week for going on six years now. On average, you know. More when we were touring, less when I've been visiting family. Anything else you'd like to know?" Or the one where Louis can't lie.
Is This Seat Taken? | Lainy122 | E | 36k
A borrowed suit from Zayn, a cigarette and the right attitude, and Louis went from security breach to misplaced celebrity instantly. He could practically see the wheels in the security guyās head switch from ācould be dangerousā to ācould get me firedā. L.A was so predictable. Or the one where Louis poses as a seat-filler and Harry is a superstar at the event he sneaks into.
Breathe Me | elsi_bee | E | 26k
Louis is forced to attend a week long meditation retreat. The meditation coach is not quite what he was expecting. Or the one where Louis and Liam are songwriters, Harry might be a giant hippie, Niall plays guitar, and Zayn is dark and mysterious.
Make A Run, Cause Some Rebellion | whoknows | E | 9k
As a general rule, kitten hybrids are small and disinterested in what other people want them to do, slightly evil and at least a little manipulative. Louis prides himself on being all of those things to varying degrees. Or the one where Louis lives with Liam, Harry is Liam's annoying hipster friend who Louis can't stand, and there's a fine line between love and hate.
Foolishly, Completely Falling | dea_liberty | E | 8k
Now that heās actually gone and done it, there seems to be no way of going back - no rinse and repeat, no ctrl+alt+del, no abort button, no help to be had. Heās fallen into a black hole and he cannot seem to find a way out. The black hole is also known as Tumblr. More specifically, itās known as Tumblrās Larry Stylinson tag. Or the one where Louis becomes a Larry shipper by accident.
Hiding Out In The Kitchen | LittleMousling | E | 28k
Harry's in an internationally famous boyband with his three best mates, he gets laid on a pretty regular basis, and he's headed to Australia in a week. He doesn't need anything else in his busy life, and he certainly doesn't need a boyfriend. Or the one where Harry likes coffee, Louis works in a coffee shop, and maybe having a boyfriend wouldn't actually be a bad thing at all.
Hate Me To The Moon | harrystylesandstuff | E | 84k
The last thing Harry wanted was to spend his entire summer stuck with his dad's new fiancƩe and her kids, especially when he learns she's a very religious dictator, raising a sixteen year old nun and a clean cut potential priest ass kisser. That is until Harry finds out his future step-brother is actually the rude stranger he caught sucking off a guy in a pub. Or the one where Harry is a sexy nerd, Louis is a great actor, and they both pretend to hate each other's guts to convince themselves they're not feeling things future step-brothers shouldn't feel.
Hope you find something to enjoy!
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It's been over a week
And I'm still trying to digest and come to terms with it.
I know I said that I take comfort in them being together, and I got to say, that is a big big help in dealing with their departure, and yet, can't help but be sad and worry like a mom that just sent her kids off to the army.
Watching JM's live with JK's that followed (a few hours later and after their family dinner) was heart wrenching. JM struggling with his shaved hair was heartbreaking.
This clearly was not easy for them.
JM the next day (in the BTB).
I can't help but wonder, after the initial annoyance of getting a minute or a little more from the two's enlistment day, if the whole thing was just too emotional and more than what they themselves wanted to share publicly.
Again, seeing how JM is struggling, and JK knowing and comforting him. That look on JM's face when JK does that. Ugh, how I wish they didn't have to go through this. But they did. They are. And now it's time to come to terms with it.
I guess having lived it, done the army thing, gone through basic training and military service I have a little more insight as to what they will be going through, and that also gives me some comfort, because yes, it's going to be hard, both the physical and mental aspects of it. The structure, the loss of individuality, the harsh physical and mental training. But, a. they are 2 of the most driven people I have seen, a work ethic and a need to excel, and they will attack this (so to speak) no differently; b. they have been through so much getting to where they have gotten. Yes, the structure is a little different, but they are no strangers to being in a structured environment, told what to do, when to do it, how to do it. Basically, they are used to doing what they are told. Strenuous physical activity is no stranger to them as well. Experiencing struggles teaches you that you can prevail. Teaches you that you are strong enough to get through it. Teaches you that there is a light at the end of that tunnel. And knowing that, at times of hardship, can mean everything to the person going through that.
Their age, being mostly older than others enlisting (most do so at 18-21) has it's advantages and disadvantages. Advantages being having that insight and life experience that they have, especially starting their careers at such a young age. Disadvantage being that at this age they are all grown up, as in mostly know who they are, what they want to do with their life. Having to leave all of that at the door is not easy and takes adjusting to. But they are resilient. And their life experience and struggles they went through over the years will, as mentioned, definitley help them get through this as well.
For my sanity and mental well being I'm going to ignore the geo-political fuckery going on right now. Does willing things not to happen make them not happen? I'm going to go with yes on this. Don't you dare contradict me here. Let me live in my fantasy world at least on this one.
So yeah, it definitely won't be easy. Having each other's back there will definitley help, although having to keep their hands off each other in public will definitley be a challenge they will have to deal with. I digress. They will be ok. They have each other. They will get through this, and who knows, perhaps at some point (probably not basic training, cause that sucks) they might even enjoy their service (enjoy what they will be doing, feel satisfaction in their contribution to their country, who knows...).
And yet, knowing all of this, I'm still sad.
Because I already miss the shit out of them.
And it's kind of funny, because I know there is plenty of content coming up, including actual Jikook content, like just the two of them without the group as a buffer content, and that is definitely something to look forward to. And it's not like we were seeing them on a daily or even weekly basis before they enlisted (there were periods of time we were parched with them not to be seen or heard from for ages).
But this feels different. I guess knowing that even if they wanted to reach out, at the moment, they can't. Knowing that there isn't a chance of a JK restaurant visit popping up, or a surprise live makes it all so very real.
I'm not going to do the day counting. For me, that makes dealing with it harder. Maybe when we are down to two digits, definitely not before. I think I will just sit back, enjoy the new content they share with us, go through old content (there is so much out there, enough to definitely get me through the next 18 months, sob sob).
As for myself, well I'm not going anywhere.
Yes, I have something going on right now and am posting less often, but I'm still here, still around and will be posting and answering your messages.
We will all get through this together.
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On Awards, and the Grief (and Growth) of Giving Up
I made a big life decision at the start of this year I want to unpack here today, for obvious reasons.
As of this year, I made the decision to formally stop submitting my work for any kind of award, event, or industry recognition tied exclusively to a public/fan vote. Further, I would not ask others to submit on my behalf, and would go so far as to ask people not to do so. I'd like to talk about why I made that call and what it means to me.
Before I do, a necessary disclaimer: No shade whatsoever to those who do submit to those kinds of awards, and campaign for those kinds of awards. I recognize the market value in that kind of thing; the personal validation that comes from a group of people announcing you as the best. I see that all, and I'm proud of you for earning that recognition. This is strictly one person's opinion.
With that said, why did I make that call?
The truth is, from the moment I entered the tabletop industry, winning an ENnie was, to me, the benchmark of success. It was the sign that I was good at this. I let it define my relationship to my art. I couldn't stop, couldn't be satisfied, until I held that trophy.
So, every year, I would submit, and every year, I'd fall short, and every year, I'd be crushed.
At times, I could look at the list of nominees and winners and feel confident that we didn't have a chance. Other times, I didn't feel that way. But I was always viewing my work in competition, which warped how I perceived art on the whole.
Eventually, I came to the realization: it's not going to happen, and all aspiring to this platform is going to accomplish is "making me jealous of my peers instead of feeling in community with them." To find real satisfaction with the work, it can't be through that kind of mechanism.
Which is to say: I gave up. I acknowledged "my work is never going to be the kind of beloved that puts me on that pedestal, so all I am doing is setting myself up for disappointment. Better to be personally proud of something, and recognize the contributions made in other ways, than to hold yourself in a system that grinds you down year after year.
There's no shame in admitting you're giving up in something. Sometimes, things are meant to be failures. Sometimes, your best will never be good enough. I can recognize the ways in which my work is special (we hold a world record in Actual Play that will, frankly, likely never be topped, maybe not ever in my lifetime at least), without holding myself accountable to a standard that frankly, doesn't apply to the kind of art I make.
That said, there's also a grief in admitting that.
It's an acknowledgment that, on some level, the goal that I set for myself was a failure. That awards I have previously wanted to win are permanently out of my grasp, that I have failed to achieve a goal. That I, on a very literal level, wasn't good enough to do the thing.
And that's tough. Moreso on some days than others.
But, in spite of it all, I feel great about this decision. I feel like I made the right decision for myself, my work, and my trajectory as an artist.
It has been a profoundly difficult year for me, 2024. For personal reasons I cannot get into publicly. For professional reasons I've spoken about elsewhere (feeling increasingly isolated from Actual Play as an artistic community and industry).
But in this one area--claiming my own satisfaction of the work and using that to guide my own way forward--I am content.
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ć»fever dream part 2
Fever Dream Part 1
The dreaded day was here ā well, not entirely dreaded as you would be able to be by Sundayās side <i>publicly </i>. You let yourself get dressed in your fanciest of clothing and it seemed that Sundayās fever had come down quite a lot.
āI told you Iād be fine,ā he sighed, āyou worry too much.ā He appeared in his signature suit, which you thought definitely needed a change once in a while. āPlus, <i>even</i> if I still had a fever, Iād have to appear in front of the masses, wouldnāt I?ā
You agreed, being a part of The Family meant that you had to keep control of the masses and make sure that there werenāt any cracks in the facade they had built up. But that really wasnāt any of your business, you were just an assistantā¦ <i>right?</i>Ā
āYeah, itās a shame how you canāt take any breaks,ā you mumbled. āWell at least you can go to the banquet with me, thatās a positive.ā You flashed him a grin, hoping itād uplift the mood between you two.Ā
āAt least I do,ā he smiled.Ā
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You didnāt know itād be <I>this</i> nerve wracking. Well of course Sunday had told you many times that āitāll be alrightā and that āitās just a banquetā but it didnāt stop your heart from beating faster than ever as you walked into the hall, filled to the brim with esteemed guests from all across the universe. It seemed as if you were just a drop of water in the ocean as you trailed behind Sunday.Ā
After seeing some familiar faces in the crowd like the Nameless, which you had seen across the news despite not knowing anything about them. What seemed to be Misha ā and a purple haired woman next to him. The Iris family had seemed to be putting on an interesting performance on the stage and it seemed that the roar and bustle of the entire galaxy seemed to be gathered in the banquet hall. Servants with large trays of champagne and appetisers roamed the spaces between crowds and you seemed to almost walk directly into Sunday when you turned to make your way to your table.
āHm?ā he said, turning around to get a good look at you. āCare for a dance?ā You smiled, who could decline an offer to dance by <i>the</i> Sunday himself? He took you by the hand, pulling you to the centre of the ballroom. Illuminated by the lights shining down on you both. It was oddly romantic and the whole world seemed to be spinning just for you, at least tonight anyway. Step by step you two waltzed across the ballroom, with you occasionally stepping on his foot, not like he seemed to mind anyway. You gripped his hand tightly, noticing how the light emitted by the chandelier accentuated his features. His blue hair and wings fluttered as you two moved.Ā
Sunday finished off the short-lived waltz, saving himself from any more toe-stepping, by taking your hand and pressed a kiss on it. It really felt like you were in a dream ā well you technically <I>were</i> but it all seemed so unreal, too unreal. But it was oh so very real and you felt your face getting noticeably redder and hotter. You felt like you were the one having a fever now instead of Sunday. He gave you a soft grin, and you definitely could see that he knew the effect he could have on you. Soon he disappeared into the crowd, swarmed by visitors and some members of the Bloodhound and Alfalfa families. You went to join Misha at the table and soon fell into deep conversation, the encounter from earlier never truly leaving your mind.Ā
highkey this doesn't even relate to having a fever i just wanted to make wordplay!!!! anyways when will sunday leaks come out im actually in need of them šĀ šĀ enjoy this for now!!!!!
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Description: Aeron must win back the heart of Y/N after breaking her trust, but he must also deal with his unwanted betrothal to Roslyn Tully in order to be with the woman he loves.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Warnings: female reader, pure angst, Canon typical misogyny, mentions of slut shaming, slight non-con kiss.
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Y/N had not wanted to dance with Edmund Bracken, he was pompous and had little respect for those he viewed below his station, which included her and her family. But he was part of Aeron's family and she would at least try to be amicable for him. Shooting Aeron an apologetic glance, she allowed Edmund to take hold of her hand and waist to turn her about the room.
"You seem very close with my cousin Ser Aeron, Y/N." Of course he would never address her as "My lady" as Aeron always had, he had no such respect.
"We have been since we were children and I should hope that it's obvious that we love one another."
"Did he tell you that?"
"What?"
"That he loved you?" Y/N was dumbfounded by Edmund's question. Of course Aeron had told her he loved her, they were very open about their love for one a other, she did not see a reason to hide it when she was certain they both felt the same for one another.
"I do not take your meaning Ser" she spoke through gritted teeth.
Edmund simply shot her a smile that was all teeth with no warmth. "Only that I'd be wary of how publicly you have expressed your...affection for one another. I do not wish to be the one to tell you that my Lord Uncle has promised his hand to another. I am sure that he does love you in his own way if he has said so."
Y/N was furious that Aeron's own cousin would speak such lies about him, spew such vitriol, attempt to stain his honour in such a despicable manner. He could never understand the faith she had in Aeron, their bond of trust unbreakable.
She was sure her face must look like a stormcloud and she spat back "You lie."
Before she could get another word out to defend the man she loved Aeron had cut in and wrapped her in his arms, with Edmund mumbling a final case for her to consider what he had said. So happy was she to dance with Aeron after he had so oft avoided her at his uncle's banquets, falsely believing his feelings to be unrequited, she was able to cast Edmund's taunts from her mind entirely.
That was until the world came crashing down around Y/N as Lord Bracken revealed to the whole hall how foolish she had been to believe the word of any man, even one she had trusted since childhood and loved almost all of her life.
She could bear to look at Aeron for only a second before she swiftly fled the hall, not caring what any of the guests thought of her. From his pleading look she was sure he would follow her and so she tried to prepare herself to do that which was hardest, to safeguard her heart and reputation from any further damage she would have to place a wall between them that could never be pulled down.
Aeron ignored his Uncle's shouts and the shocked expressions of the guests gathered in the hall, sprinting out so fast he almost tripped over several times in his desperation to reach Y/N and explain everything. He quickly caught up with his lady, wrapping an arm around her waist to halt her movements at the end of the hallway atop the stairwell that would lead her out of his home. His words were frantic, his heart beating wildly in his chest. "Y/n please, I beg of you to let me explain." Y/N pushed him away from her, whipping her head around to fix him with a glare so fierce but full of sadness. Tears streamed down her face already and he thought he would die at the devastation and distrust evident upon her face, all which he had caused. "Did you know?" Each word was enunciated so he could not misunderstand her question.
He had to force himself to answer, to admit that he had in fact known about this farcical betrothal and kept it from her. He had of course never meant to go through with it, he'd been under the impression that his Uncle had forgotten about it entirely once he'd stormed from his halls. He was struck by his own selfishness and carelessness, to Y/N of all people, the one person he had always wanted to put her faith in him. Taking a deep breath, aware that his next words would irrecovably alter the already tenuous invisible string of fate he had always believed tied them together, he spoke. "Yes, but you must believe me when I say that I never entertained even for a moment the idea of marrying any other but you. I could and would never." In that moment Aeron knew that no explanation would ever be enough to atone for what he had done. As her face fell into a look of utter despair, he felt the invisible string break as she lost her trust in him and cut the cord herself. He wanted her to rail at him, shout at him, strike him even if it would make her feel better, though he knew she was much too gentle for it. Anything but the tears and look of utter betrayal she now bore which cut him to the quick.
Her voice came out so soft and broken it sent an acute pain through his chest, through his very soul, to know that he had hurt her so deeply. "I defended you. I trusted you. You wanted to know what your cousin said to me. He told me that you were already betrothed, that you had no intention of marrying me, that everyone knew it too. I trusted you so completely, wanted you so desperately that I would not believe it. But he was right, you had no intention of ever marrying me. Indeed it is I who have been foolish, you never made me any such promises."
Aeron floundered briefly at a loss for how to comfort his Y/N, to prove his love for her. He would get on his knees and profess it over and over if he had to. "Y/n please don't believe for even a second that I would ever cast you aside for another. I have only ever wanted you. I have never and will never love another." He could hear the desperation in his own voice, his throat restricted and closing up, thick with his own tears. His words did nothing to assuage Y/N's anger however. "Love isn't enough Aeron, not for an unmarried woman and truthfully I don't understand how you could have ever loved me and yet kept something so essential a secret. I gave you my heart so publicly. Even that Blackwood who attacked me knew the truth of it better than myself" she muttered the last part and shock jolted through him at her remembrance of the Blackwood bastard calling her a whore. He found he could barely breathe at such a horrific notion, that he could have had anything but pure intentions towards her.
He spoke his next words carefully, looking into her eyes all the while in the hopes that she would read the veracity of them in his eyes. "My intention has always been to marry you, my love for you always pure. Anyone who doubts it cannot see with their eyes. Do you not understand the depth of my feelings for you, how my heart beats as one with yours?" In an act of pure desperation he feverishly pulled her to him and kissed her with an intensity that caught her off guard. It took Y/N a couple of seconds to react before she forcibly shoved him from her. Aeron's intention had been to pour all of the love he felt for into this kiss and allay Y/N's fears that there could be anyone but her for him, but he instantly knew that he had done the wrong thing as she pushed him again. Had she not just told him of her fears for her reputation, her wariness of his true intentions? He was a fool to think any physical comfort could have convinced her that his feelings for her had a stronger foundation than mere attraction.
Y/n was incensed, to kiss her now after what she'd just said. It was almost cruel. He made no move to stop her as she pushed him in the chest a third time before letting out an agonising sob and turning her head away from him. He stood a few paces apart from her, his head bowed downward. He tried to restrain himself from reaching out to embrace her as he heard her laboured breathing and saw her try to steady it with a hand on her chest, concerned she would faint. "How can I acquit myself to you" He begged solemnly, his voice coming out weaker than he had intended. Y/N turned fully back to him to drive a dagger straight through his already broken heart with her words. "What you've done cannot be undone. I wish for you to never touch me again. Do not follow me." And to respect her wishes he remained where he stood to watch the only woman he would ever love flee from him a second time that night.
He waited for hours each day underneath their favoured meeting place, the familiar leaves of the golden brackentree doing nothing to calm his perpetually racing thoughts and growing despair as another day passed where he did not see his love, did not hear her voice. It was on the fifth day when he next saw Y/N as she made her way up the hill to their tree, her head turned downward. He dared to hope that she had sought him out. But no, she looked surprised and quite frankly alarmed to see him as she finally looked upon reaching the summit of the hill. Perhaps she had also hoped to find solace here where they had both once been so happy. Aeron quickly stumbled to his feet, hoping she would allow him to explain himself better this time and to regain her favour. But to his dismay she immediately turned back whence she had come and walked at a brisk pace away from him. This time he did not idly stand by but pursued her with long strides.
"Y/N I have loved you since I've known you. Please do not doubt it. You have been a part of every hope and dream, every waking thought and it has always been my greatest desire that you should be my wife and Lady Bracken."
Aeron followed Y/N ceaselessly down the hill, though she did not slow her pace or look back at him once. Reluctant to touch her or invade her space as he had mistakenly attempted at the banquet, all he could do was beg her to listen to his entreaties. A glimmer of hope etched its way into his heart when Y/N suddenly halted at the base of the hill but it was quickly dashed by her expression, an admixture of despair and anger that pulled at his heartstrings and made him hate himself more than he already did for causing the woman he loved such pain with his utter carelessness. She spoke but a few words to him but they struck him like a blow and echoed in his mind days after. "I do not wish to speak to you or see you ever again Ser, if you ever cared for me at all I ask that you respect my wishes and never approach me hence." Y/N's voice trembled on the last few words, but she was resolute. Nonetheless he pleaded "Please do not order me away from your side" losing any semblance of restraint and pulling her back towards his chest, one hand wrapped around her shoulders as he placed his head upon her shoulder, the other gripping her waist to hold her against him. Y/N was swift to remove herself from his arms, Aeron quickly dropping them once he felt her shifting. He would not keep her there against her will.
Y/N let in a shaky breath as she tried to hold in a sob but said no more, merely walking in the direction of her home. Aeron stood rooted to the spot, praying to the gods that she would glance back at him, even while knowing she would not.Ā
Another week passed where Aeron had no word from Y/N, despite the various missives he had sent by raven, hoping they would be more acceptable to her than seeing him at present. He could barely eat or sleep, so consumed was he by his grief as he started to believe he had really lost his love. That he could not win her back. His uncle remained insistent on the matter of his betrothal to Roslyn Tully, although upon his return to the banquet Hall where Y/N had fled she had made it clear that she had no more desire to marry him than he had her. This renewed his hope in swaying his uncle's mind peaceably. He would not marry anyone but Y/N, he'd sooner put himself to the sword and had threatened his uncle with as much.
With so much time alone to think he began to believe the true problem lay in the tensions between the Blackwoods and Brackens to begin with. They'd fought for so long they hardly knew what for. We're they truly to destroy one another over feuding Targaryen rulers so far from the Riverlands? A strange occurrence had him questioning everything he had ever believed about duty and loyalty, about the hatred of the Blackwoods he had inherited. Two days past, Benjicot Blackwood had arrived at the front entrance to his halls cradling his dearest cousin in his arms and looking at her like she was that most precious to him in the whole world. He had known then that it was a look of love, he was sure he'd looked at Y/N just the same. Taking his cousin from Benjicot's arms, careful not to jostle her injured ankle too badly, he discovered a newfound respect for the future lord of Raventree and ordered his uncle's bannermen to let him pass freely back into Blackwood land.
If he could treat with the Blackwood heir, perhaps they could forge an alliance that would put an end to the years of strife and conflict that had cost both sides so much already. It was a bold idea, but one that would no doubt save countless lives and secure both Aeron and Benjicot the chance to marry the women they loved without the pressing weight of political alliances and boundary stones to hinder them.
He jolted up from his slumped position on his desk and scrambled to find paper and ink for the two letters he was about to write. One would go to Raventree, an appeal to Benjicot Blackwood to treat with him on the boundary lines that separated their lands and Houses. The other would go to Y/N. He was not certain he would ever be able to make amends or earn her love back, but he owed it to them both to share this wild idea of his that she might understand his pure intentions towards her, that his love for her had always been true. He had spent hours upon hours pacing back and forth, writing and rewriting his letters to her, considering how each word might be interpreted. This time he knew exactly what he wanted to say, so sure was he in the course he had set. With a final flourish of his quill, he blew on the parchment to dry the ink and rolled up the letter which contained within it all his hopes for future happiness.
My Dearest Love,
I realise that no promises or professions of love will sway your heart and I understand now that they could never have sufficed for what I have done. I will offer you tangible proof of my love instead so that if you cannot bring yourself to love me once again, you will have no doubt of my truest intentions or the depth of my love for you, which reaches farther than the ancient roots of the Brackentree where first we met. I think often of my good luck in being the one to catch you that day and for every moment since with you. I will treat with the heir to Raventree in the hopes that we may put aside our ancient grievances to forge a new path of peace between our two Houses and, gods willing, avert a terrible conflict. Should I fail in this admittedly bold undertaking, I will assure you now that nothing will or ever could have persuaded me to marry Roslyn Tully, an act which would have ensured the perpetual misery of three parties.
With all the love that I possess,
Your Good Knight
I actually had so much fun writing this, weirdly think I'm most comfortable writing angst over fluff. It must be the track 5 girlie in me (for all my fellow swifties).
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ā¦ Lost in Limbo Devlog #11 | 05.08.24
AHA! Nope, we didn't forget about April's devlog. In fact, we have been busier than everādoing early preparations for our Kickstarter, working on the demo, sorting out legal stuff...
Speaking of which...
This month we have been really busy making our studio official by the law! Now, to pay taxes and cry! YAY!
We are very very excited about itāand also terrified! We are still sorting out the studio's bank account, as burocracy isn't the fastest thing in this world, sadly. This is the first thing I wanted to talk about in this devlog, because it's such fantastic news for us! :')
Now, let's jump on the process we've made this past month, shall we? āØ
This past month, Raquel worked very hard on our second Key Art. This was originally made for Steam, but I modified the format a bit so it could also be used in other places! I honestly love this oneāwe have our first Key Art to represent the darker aspects of the game, and then this one to show off the characters' dynamics! Not everything's going to be horror and mystery in the game!āØš
Also, we have been working on designing the merch for the Kickstarter, but we can't show anything yet. All we can say is that everything is looking gorgeous and we are so excited to share it eventually!
Thanks to Airyn, we've made great progress with the backgrounds! In fact, there's only one left to finish. The one you see above needs a few final touches (that will be made by yours truly!), and then I'll animate it a bit to get it ready for the build! The rest of the backgrounds are finished, animated, and integrated in the build :3
The survey icon is missing, but it'll be there!
Well, this should tell you everything you need to know when it comes to programming! The whole demo is programmed. Functional. Nothing crashes. Stuff works and I'm over cloud nine. I have been working on the final touches (revisiting scenes, checking sprites, music / sfx volume...) and the beta testing phase will begin soon. Soon as in tomorrow.
We've mainly used this month to review the auditions we received for our casting call, contacting the selected VAs, etc. Every VA has accepted their role, received the document with the lines we'll need for the demo, and we'll work hard to announce the cast publicly as soon as possible! We want to at least do a promotional short video showcasing every LI and their VA!
Sadly, making the studio official has (and will) take more time than we anticipated, and as we want to release the demo on Steam, the review process will most likely slow us down. There's the option of doing an itchio release and then a Steam one, but I'm not sure if that'll hurt the project. We are still keeping the demo release date a secret, until things settle down!
Also, I couldn't finish this devlog without talking about the Magic & Mystery Otome cross-promotion! āØ We were invited by the amazing folks at Best Laid Plans Studios to participate in this event that showcases 12 amazing visual novels like Alaris, Obscura, Dual Chroma and more! I know I have been pretty annoying with this (can you blame me, though?!) so I won't keep rambling about itājust check everyone out, please!
I think that's all! Well, that's not all, but we gotta keep a bit of mystery surrounding the demo! We have been busy bees this month, with the making of the studio, the polishing of the demo, contacting and coordinating the VAs...
We are so excited for the demo release. I'm personally excited and terrified, but blame it on the OCD. I keep jumping from catastrophic scenario to catastrophic scenario. I'll have no control over what happens when the demo goes live, but I have control on what I can do before that happensāand that's working as hard as I've been doing this whole time.
And that's it! Please take care, enjoy the week, and stay hydrated. The Raventar team, NOW AN OFFICIAL STUDIO, wishes you all the best and sends a huge hug your way! š
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Horrible idea, but:
Marineford au, in which everyone survived. (At least on whitebeards side. Something Something Marco awakening his devil fruit after seeing his family die around him)
Happy end, right?
Exept that Ace is going through major Angst because A) realization that the family he loves would (and could) have died because of him and B) the uprise of people trying to assassinate him.
No matter where he goes, everyone knows who and (more importantly) whose son he is.
He is seen as the son of the devil, a demon that shouldn't have been born
There isn't a place in the world where he is safe, no matter how much his family tries .
This!
So hereās the thing. I have always seen Ace survives Marineford as having this problem. Everyone now knows who he is.
The government wants him dead. His bounty is going to sky rocket and while we normally see that as a good thing itās not because of any feat he has done. He hasnāt earned his bounty. And that would hurt. Heās tried his whole life to separate himself from his father and now all of his accomplishments are forever over shadowed by his blood.
Itās also dangerous because his abilities are now over stated (to the general public and other crews) we see in the show how people react to Luffy and the crews different bounties and how much they are treated like a threat or a joke. If Aceās bounty sky rockets because of his connection to Roger and not his skill the people coming after him are planning to take down someone of letās say Kaidoās strength and Ace isnāt there. (We are seeing this with Buggy and Cross Guild in the cannon where Buggyās strength doesnāt match his bounty. And while we are making memes out of it the man has to be stressed)
The Whitebeardās can try to shield him but they arenāt what they used to be. Even if Whitebeard survives they got out by the skin of their teeth and the arrival of Shanks. While Marineford is them fighting on enemy territory with a mass disadvantage itās still going to effect the reputation. And even if Whitebeard loved heās not fighting fit and the world knows that. Marcos and the crew can probably repeal some people but can they full shield Ace the way they could before the war? No.
In fact it would probably be a constant struggle for the next two years. Maybe at some point Ace disappears for a while but in reality heās met up with Rayleigh and Luffy and joined in on training up his Haki. (And spending time with his little brother)
By the time Luffy and crew are ready to hit the sea again, Aceās life is in constant danger. And remains so until Wano. Wano where his baby brother beats the pants off of Kaido and becomes the new emperor of the sea. The new emperor of the sea who has a very public tigh to Ace and has already destroyed Enies Lobby to get back one crew member, successfully broke into and out of Impel Down leading a large prison break to Marineford where he publicly declared Ace his brother and fought to save him once already.
Now itās not the Whitebeard name shielding Ace but Luffyās. Itās not being the son of the King of the Pirates that gives him infamy but being the brother of the future king of the pirates Monkey D. Luffy. Even if Luffy doesnāt publicly declare Ace as under his protection you would have to be stupid not to understand that these two would go to war for one another.
Honestly Whitebeardās statues probably got downgraded depending on how badly they got their butts handed to them in the first place. They might join up as part of the Strawhat grand fleet. Whitebeard just wants to protect his kids and at this point heās old, injured and not what he used to be. It Strawhat has already shown his loyalty to those that are his and Ace is already his.
Of Whitebeard canāt make a run for King of the Pirates anymore. Canāt protect his children and territories he might as well through his hat in with the person he knows is going to take care of them. Someone so much like Rogerās who believes in freedom above all else. (Shanks would be his second choice but the man has to many of his own plans. And itās kind of obvious that Shanks has through his hat (or his arm) into Luffyās ring long ago)
Now thatās idea one but idea 2
But this is where we get to have some fun with abilities, timelines, and shenanigans. Because letās say Marcosās phenixes ability when awakened is not just to heal but to burn away trauma for the point he can revive someone. When did the revival happen? Because if this happened at Marineford the Whitebeardās get a second wind and can probably pull out a win in the fight. But everyone knows they survived and who Ace is.
If he does it after the fight. After Ace dies in front of Luffy and Luffy is whisked away. After the Whitebeards retreat. Looking over the bodies and grieving the loss, Marco unlocks his ability. Receiving Ace, Whitebeard, and the others, now we have some shenanigans.
Because Luffy doesnāt know that Ace is alive and Ace doesnāt know Luffy is alive. Maybe Ace lost his fruit maybe home didnāt but we can tackle that later.
The Whitebeards are hanging low until they get their strength back. No one in the government knows they survived and thatās the way it needs to stay. Until Luffy shows back up at Marineford to honor Ace.
Ace sees the news paper and he thought Luffy had died. He knew Jinbei had taken him away from the battle but no one could tell him where Luffy went or if he had survived his injuries. He wants to rush to Luffy and make sure his brother is okay. Marco has to tell him to slow down. If he races out and the world realizes he survived before heās back at full strength he will just get captured again. But Ace is stubborn about seeing Luffy and making sure heās okay.
They know he went to Marineford with Rayleigh so they use some connections to find the old man. Heās not about to tell them where Luffy is until Ace reveals himself. He agrees to take just Ace to see Luffy. After a reunion filled with tears Ace decides that the best way to build back up his strength is to stay and train with Luffy.
Now fruit? Did they keep their abilities? They technically died. So either yes they kept them, they lost them, or Marco restored their body and powers but the fruit also exist outside of them so two people can now have that ability. (Meaning Sabo can still get the Mera Mera and Blackbeard still gets Whitebeardās fruit.) this is helpful to keep the story moving but also reinforcing the lie that the Whitebeards died.
If this is the case Ace and Luffy train their Haki and abilities together for two years. When Luffy is finally ready to burst back o to the scene so is Ace. Stronger than ever.
Again maybe the Whitebeardās eventually join the grand fleet. If the world thought they were dead they donāt have their statues as emperor crew anymore but they would be a lot stronger in this version.
In both versions they Whitebeardās help out with Wano and Ace and Sabo get to reunite.
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hi, iām pretty new to hrpf. iāve seen a lot of rule 63 fics within the fandom - at least, a lot more in comparison to some of the other fandoms that iāve been in. i was curious why people in the hrpf fandom like rule 63? iām not as familiar with it š
thanks!
this is an interesting question! i haven't really looked to see if proportionally there are more rule63 fics here than in other fandoms, and i am by no means an expertāalthough i don't think anyone can claim to be an expert on why other people write what they writeābut i thought about this all morning and i have a few theories!
for me at least (although i haven't written rule63 yet myself), writing fic is a lot about putting these guys in Scenarios. we have a pretty good idea of what they're (publicly) like, and i think RPF as a whole tends to focus more on 'how do the people in the story react' as opposed to 'how can the world of the story be built out'ābecause these are real people we're writing about (kind of...), to me at least it's more interesting to say, ok i 'know' sid and geno (or at least the way i like to write sid and geno when i'm not doing a specific characterization), what would my sid and my geno do if they were in scenario x, or if situation y happened to them. it's almost reactive, you know? less about let's build a story and plop these more static characters from fiction into them, more about how can i continue to evolve these real dudes who we've seen evolve over the years based on the situation i invented for them. i might be alone in that but the more i thought about this while i was vacuuming today the more it made sense to me, even though i don't think this is consciously how i was writingāi do think this is how i approach THIS fandom vs others i've been in.
so, rule63 is sort of....we know sid, we know geno. what if one of them was a girl? and it's such an INTERESTING scenario to put them in, because we know them basically exclusively in the context of the NHL, and the NHL is all men. so what is that like for a woman to be introduced into the ecosystem, especially at the stature sid and geno are? how does that change their reputation, their day-to-day, the way they interact with their friends and teammates and the media and the fans? we have SO much source material of how they are to build off, so tweaking gender is just another way we can put those guys in situations and extrapolate on what would happen.
does this make any sense at all? idk when i think about the girl sid fic idea i have a LOT of it is going to be about how is sid perceived and how does she move in this world that's all men except her, and how does that affect her. and i think when i put that together with what i was ruminating on this morning, it all sort of dovetails and makes sense. you know?
i'd be curious to see what other authors think about this though, both about how RPF is a little different from other fandoms and also rule63 within the hockey RPF space! hope y'all don't mind if i tag you and please don't feel obligated but if you do have thoughts i'd love to hear them...@beggingwolf @plethoriall @yabagofmilfs @cuprun @ellen-shame @al-the-remix @ticklefighthockey @puckluckie @cascara-soda this is by no means an exhaustive list please chime in if you see this and feel so inclined!
also let's not forget that sometimes you want to write idfic and sex and have you seen sid and geno's mouths i just know that they'd know how to use them on each other in the fictional world i build up. sometimes, as freud probably never actually said, a cigar is just a cigar. so to speak.
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