“You feel warm, I think you’re coming down with something.”
You walked through the bullpen lazily, which was unlike you. You normally walked with such pride and confidence that you made the whole room brighter, and everyone wanted to know you. Today, however, your posture was slumped over and your face looked blank. You felt queasy and uncomfortable, but you had a lot of work to do so you came in anyway.
If you find the energy and willingness to do so, I'm super interested in why you don't agree with Dean being a closeted queer person. (Not trying to start anything, I'm genuinely interested.)
Sure! Well, “closeted” is a word that I don’t find particularly fecund in an analysis, or in general, because “being closeted” has meaning in relation to something - like, for instance, you’re closeted to your parents, you’re closeted in your workplace, you’re closeted to everyone outside of the internet, you’re closeted to people you’re not very close to, etc. And sure, you can be closeted to everyone on the planet, but if you exclude people who haven’t told a single soul, there is no such thing as “being in the closet” in an absolute sense. You can come out to one person and you’re not in the closet in relation to them, but still in the closet in relation to everyone else. You can come out to literally everyone you have ever had a conversation with, but technically, unless you’re going around with a t-shirt that says “I’m queer”, you are “in the closet”, as in “not out”, to a person you’re meeting or getting to know for the first time.
This said, I have seen people using that word to mean - if I’ve interpreted it correctly - that Dean is either a) in the closet in relation to everyone; b) closeted to himself, so to speak, as in, he doesn’t realize and/or acknowledge and/or accept that he’s not heterosexual.
I don’t agree with either. Now, I’m gonna put here the disclaimer that this is my interpretation since Dean’s bisexuality/queerness is not stated textually in the show thus we’re talking on a level of signs and attribution of meanings (*insert something smart about semiotics*) and blah blah blah.
Allow me not to be specific with, like, references to lines spoken in the show in this post, maybe when I am done with my thesis and all will get the time to make a thorough analysis with specific references.
Now, do I think that Dean went up to his dad and told him “I like girls and guys lol”? … Nope. At all. (But being closeted in relation to someone doesn’t really mean anything. Being out isn’t an all or nothing thing. You can go to pride parades wearing feathers and still keep it hidden from your dad. There are people who wait for their parents or grandparents to die before publicly coming out or transition. It’s complex.) Do I think Dean went up to Sam or Bobby and told them “I like girls and guys”? I don’t think so, as in, I don’t think he gave them a speech about being bisexual, but I think that both Sam and Bobby have at least a partial sense of Dean’s not-heterosexuality. Has Dean let his queerness known to people outside his family? Sure he has. On the top of my head, I can think of: Ash, Frank, Charlie (all hackers and queer or queer-coded, there is a pattern of association between hacking and queerness, but this is a thought for another day); Crowley was exchanging innuendo with him after 0.2 seconds of meeting and, well, Crowley has gotten to know Dean pretty intimately; and let’s be real there are characters who just looked at him and caught up because of reasons (Gunner Lawless comes to mind, I guess Aaron Bass, pretty sure Max Banes) and people who assumed and used it against him (the Campbells come to mind, no wonder the poor guy built 5739 walls around himself in season 6 and at some point was like “I was busy having sex with women”). It’s also implied that both he and Garth knew what the Purgatory in Miami was and that Dean expected Garth to get the joke, and Garth is another character that knows Dean beyond the façades. And then there’s a constellation of tiny moments that don’t mean anything on their own but in the context of what we know about Dean fit in the picture, like Jenna Nickerson feeling comfortable mentioning the first girl she’d kissed after knowing Dean for a short while.
At this point we’re left with “does Dean know he’s not straight” and, well, at this point it’s obvious but the thing is: Dean takes pride in his being anti-normative. Unlike Sam, he embraces his underclass identity, his not-normal identity. He acknowledges he’s a freak ever since day 1, and while he has heavy issues with the loneliness that comes with it, he uses it as an important brick in the construction of his identity. May I refer you to this conversation I had with @aslightsgoflashing and @f-ckyeahfutbol that touches this very topic.
Now, Dean’s relationship with his sexuality is extremely complex - we need, for instance, to count his experiences with sexual assault into it (I mentioned season 6 before, which also happens to be where he gets assaulted by a man in a sexually charged context, while I believe the other instances of sexual assault on him are carried out by women). Dean lives a life where is body is a) a commodity for the job, b) always at risk of being violated (in multiple ways, from wounds to possession). He’s always walking on a line between protecting his body and weaponizing it (it’s not a coincidence his body has been used as bait so often) and he that goes with sexuality too. He’s vocal in expressing knowledge of obscure kinky sexual practices, talking about how he’ll “try everything once” or whatever (but enjoying wearing pink panties is a secret…).
He builds his identity is a complex, ambiguous, ever-changing relationship with his body and his sexuality, and there’s nothing about him that suggests to me that he lives in a bubble where he doesn’t know he’s queer. Maybe he didn’t always (or ever) had the correct terminology for it or really conceptualized it, but in his twenties the guy knew his Pink Flamingos references (and Sam didn’t).
I think that among the reasons why Dean isn’t throwing himself at Cas’ feet and declaring his undying love for him, the fact that Cas has a dude body is, like, the last one on the list. I mean, I’m not saying he does not perceive men and women differently - he has different ways of relating to men and women due to the overwhelmingly homosocial context he’s lived pretty much his entire life, although he’s clearly developed a less sexist way of relating to women through the years - but his reluctance in opening himself to Cas is not due to some “gay panic” thing. I mean, it would be pretty diminishing to read it as just that.
The Cheshire Cat has a permanent smile on his face and can disappear at will. He is a very odd being able to reshape his body to either amuse or frighten his visitors.
Like all members of Wonderland, he is mad, but unlike the others, he admits it with pride.
“I’m not crazy, my reality is just different than yours”
A/N: A small drabble about one of my fav movies ever.
This was the 4th time that Dean had joined you,
this week. You were certain that he would have hated it the first time he saw
the classic movie but each time he heard the familiar opening song, he came barreling
towards your shared room and pulled you into his arms. The bed would always
sink under his weight, forcing you to rest your head on his chest as he mumbled
along to some of the songs.
“Okay, what gives? Since when do you like Disney?” you
asked, pausing the movie. He protested, wanting to finish it. Standing at the
foot of the bed with both your hands on your hips, you didn’t waver in your
stare. A blush dusted his cheeks, emerald eyes darting nervously around the
“What? Is it a crime to like Disney now?”
“No, but since when do you like it? You’ve watched Beauty
and the Beast with me every single time that I’ve watched it…what gives?” You
didn’t want to make it a huge deal, frankly, you were overjoyed that Dean
wanted to just lounge around and cuddle with you as you watched your favorite
Disney movie – but there was something more that you couldn’t quite put your
“It’s stupid,” he mumbled, fiddling with his fingers. The
first time he saw it, he swore he was gonna hate it. But when he actually payed
attention the film, he would rather eat vegetables than admit that he was
obsessed with it.
“Please, just tell me! I promise I won’t laugh, I’m just
genuinely curious,” Crawling across the bed and over to his side, he knew there
was no way he was going to get out of this conversation. With a sigh of defeat,
he easily picked you up and sat you on his lap, gingerly tracing the skin that
was exposed to the cool air of the night. The shirt that you were wearing was undoubtedly
his, from the way it dwarfed you, the dark plaid was unlike anything your
normally wore – he took pride in the fact that you willingly chose to rest in
something of his.
“I like it because it reminds me of us.”
It took you a moment to process what he had said. He scowled
as he saw you trying to fight off a grin.
“I knew you were gonna think it’s stupid!” he groaned,
wanting to leave the room. However, you quickly wrapped your arms around him, a
wide smile he couldn’t resist, gracing your lips. “Y/N, just let me go,”
“No, no. Stop, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, I just – it’s
“That’s even worse!” He flopped himself onto his stomach,
ignoring your giggling as you tried to get him to face you.
“Dean! Come on, I just want to understand.” You whined, “I
will sit on you!”
His shoulder moved, indicating that he was chuckling at you.
It only served to become even more persistent in your efforts to get him to
open up. He had clearly spent quite some time thinking about this. He finally peaked
out over his arms at you, taking in your messy hair and silly euphoric grin.
“You’re Belle and I’m the Beast,” he stated, as if it was
the most obvious thing in the world. Immediately your defenses went up, not
knowing if something negative was going to come out of this. He must’ve seen
the wariness in your eyes and quickly tried to explain himself. “The way we
met, the way we, um, the way we fell in love. The beautiful, intelligent woman
falling for the monster. It just, it reminds me that you chose me. Despite
everything, despite who I am the life I live and the hell I drag you through…you
chose me, Y/N.”
constricted inside your chest, your throat tightened making it difficult to
breathe. Oh, Dean.
“You got all this from a Disney movie?” you questioned
breathlessly, eyes watering as you brushed your hands through his hair. He
smiled sheepishly, hoisting himself up to face you.
“I do love a good chick flick moment, sweetheart.” He merely
shrugged, hands placed on either side of your face and gently pressed a soft
kiss against your lips.
“I’m always going to choose you, Beast.”
With a playful growl, his broad frame tackled you to the bed - endless laughter filling the shared room and for once you felt like a princess. A badass princess with a handsome beast.
A/N: Part 5D filled with fluff as always. Epilogue is up next, and wow! Another chapter done and dusted, but fear not- there is still lots to come for these two cutie pies. ❤️ You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; ‘She Said Yes: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B/5C’)
You stood side stage, smiling as you watched Chris, Anthony, and Sebastian interact with their fans. It was such a joy to be there observing the panel, yet another thing you’d always wanted to do but never thought you would have the chance to. Like befriending Chris, dating Chris, being engaged to Chris, and soon- marrying Chris. You were definitely a lucky one in seven billion; you were slowly checking off everything on your bucket list, both realistic and unrealistic goals. Your gaze refocused on your soon-to-be husband and your smile widened because it was because of him that you were getting everything you’d ever dreamed of.
He carried a love for you so strong, and had so much faith in you that he’d do anything for you. If your dream was to fly to the moon, he’d build a rocket ship and sit alongside you on the journey. He’d told you that a thousand times, and every time you’d believe him. His offer was always genuine, as was his love, faith, trust, and pride. You were a being unlike any other and you possessed a talent he knew would become a world wide phenomenon. It wouldn’t be long until you checked off ‘become a screenwriter’ and 'win an Oscar’, but that was Chris’ words and not yours. You were sure it was going to be ten years at least, considering you were still a student and being recognized as just Chris Evans’ fiancée. Now that wasn’t a bad thing to be recognized as, you were proud to be just Chris Evans’ fiancée; if that was all you could achieve in this lifetime, you’d be absolutely contented and at peace with yourself.
“Chris.” You tuned back into the panel when you heard Max- the host- mention Chris’ name. “I think we owe you a congratulations.” The whole crowd erupted in applause and cheers; both you and Chris immediately smiled, knowing exactly where it was going. “You’re engaged, man. That’s-” The applause and cheers increased in excitement and volume. “Yeah!” Max egged it on, clapping. You chuckled when you saw Anthony and Sebastian do the same, nudging a blushing Chris and patting him on the back. “Congratulations, dude. That is awesome news, we are so happy for you.”
“Thanks,” Chris chuckled into the microphone, dropping his gaze as he grinned to hide his obvious excitement. He may not have enjoyed talking about his relationships before, but with you- he wanted to tell the whole world about you. He was secretly glad Anthony blurted out his engagement news because he didn’t think he could, or wanted to keep it a secret until you graduated. Now as you stood watching him, and seeing how happy he was when they mentioned the engagement- you were glad the world knew too. “It’s exciting, yeah. I’m very, very excited.”
“For those who don’t know who Chris is engaged to, her name is Y/N Y/L/N. I had the pleasure of meeting her backstage,” Max said and Chris nodded, smiling as he threw a quick glance at you; you smiled and gave him a small wave. “And she is lovely, I genuinely enjoyed talking to her.” Chris’ smile widened because he had the same first impression when he met you at the airport. “She’s also very mature for her young age of twenty, I’d even say she’s more mature than you.”
“Max, buddy. You realize she’s watching this right?” Chris laughed, drawing laughter from the whole room. “Yeah, she is. She’s got a very old soul, she’s very old school type of girl. And I love it, it’s one of my favorite things about her.”
“Why’s that?” Max quizzed.
“I just feel like it allows us to have a similar mindset, of what we want in our relationship and in life in general. We don’t have a lot of big disagreements, we argue about stupid things like- who’s the better baseball team. God, I tell you- if she doesn’t ditch her Yankees cap soon,” he glanced over at you and you chuckled, tugging at said Yankees cap.
“The Yankees are the best team,” Sebastian piped up, earning a few cheers and jeers from the audience. “She’s keeping the hat, and I’m sending her a lifetime supply of Yankees merchandise as a wedding gift.” You and Chris laughed. “I’m not kidding, Chris. I will, so prepare yourself.”
“Whatever,” Chris chuckled then continued with his previous statement. “Anyway, as I was saying. It’s hard to find someone who wants the same thing, or just a long term thing in general. I feel like people, especially at her age, they just want something fun and casual. Which yeah, it’s great until you get to my age and find yourself still alone.” The crowd voiced their agreements. “We both agree that relationships these days are moving at a speed we’re not familiar with, or particularly fond of. With modern technology and the evolution that comes with each new generation, there’s a shift in the dynamics of what a relationship should be like. I- we both like to keep things- y'know, traditional. Get married, have kids- the works. It’s nice to meet someone who wants the same thing, it’s refreshing. She’s…” He looked over at you, smiling, “she’s just perfect and I love her.”
The whole crowd lost it at that, letting a wave of “awwww” cascade through the room. Chris grinned as he turned back to the supportive audience. It was nice to be able to share what he thought of you, and his love for you with other people. Yes, he was an incredibly private person who hated talking about his love life. But that was then, he was different now. Now he could’ve talked about you for hours with any fan, or at any interview. He could proudly and assertively tell the world that he was engaged to the most amazing and beautiful girl he’d ever met, as well as help them fall in-love with you as he had.
“Do you think she’ll join us on stage if we ask very nicely?” Max quizzed, and all four guys looked over at you with inviting grins; you shook your head at them with widened eyes. “If you don’t know who we’re looking at, we’re looking at Y/N who is standing side stage. What do you say, guys? Would you like to meet Captain America’s fiancé?”
You felt the butterflies in your stomach get trampled by a herd of elephants when you heard the crowd start cheering, and chanting your name. You shook your head at Chris, who was chuckling. He saw you start to turn and leave, and quickly jumped up and ran to grab you by the waist. He pulled your back into his front and whispered into you ear, “remember on the plane when you said, 'I’ll be there for you if things get too overwhelming’?” You winced, wishing you hadn’t said that; you knew when you said it it would bite you in the butt later. “Things are getting a little overwhelming out there and I’d love it if you joined me,” he told you as he spun you around and took your hand.
“Chris, I don’t want to go out there,” you steadied your stance, fighting against his pull. “Please don’t make me go out there.” You begged then chuckled softly when he did. “There are so many people out there, majority of them are fan girls who probably hate me for marrying their celebrity crush. I can’t go out there, they’re only being nice now because you’re here. I don’t want to say something or do something that will make them attack me when you’re not around.”
“Stop being so paranoid,” he laughed. “I’m always going to be here for you, Y/N. And it’s time you learn how to deal with big crowds, you’re going to have to do that when you enter the Hollywood industry.” You sighed because you knew he was right. “Come on, nothing you do or say will make them hate you. If their celebrity crush adores you then-” he smiled when he saw you smile, “you bet your cute little butt that they’re going to adore you too.”
“Don’t let go of my hand,” you ordered in a tone that told him you were going to join them on stage. Chris chuckled and nodded, entwining his fingers with yours. He walked, gently tugging you alongside him. “Oh my God,” you breathed when you walked into view; the crowd cheered. “I hate you so much.” You murmured to Chris without taking the nervous smile from your face.
“Give the love of my life a hand, everybody,” Chris instructed then kissed the side of your head as the crowd did as he asked. You chuckled softly, taking everything in before you lifted a hand to give the crowd a small wave. “Isn’t she absolutely beautiful?” Chris quizzed, then shared a love-sick smile with you.
Another wave of “awwww” cascaded around the room, which quickly turned into laughter when Anthony called out, “oh, get a room,” in a teasing tone. You and Chris turned to him, laughing softly. Both Anthony and Sebastian, as well as everyone in the room, fell in-love with the two of you. It was so obvious you were irrevocably and irretrievably in-love with the other, so much so that the hatred and the jealousy that some in the crowd possessed faded. Chris was meant to be with you, and you him; one could reject that notion, but there was simply no denying it.
Feel free to send requests as I will do all! Any character from Harry Potter series or Fantastic beasts (I prefer Newt Scamander ones though)
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Info: fluff > will eventually turn to smut in future chapters
You and Newt have been traveling companions for years, and their friendship always felt a little more than friends. Too shy to admit their feelings a new person comes into their lives, threatening to shit the balance of things. Jealousy is bitter sweet.
Newt had finally came home to London from his travels, in New York. The last couple of days had been unbearable, you missed the freckled man and you going on adventures, but here he was. In the corner of a quiet coffee shop he spilled his great tales and adventures from across the ocean to you. He spoke of a funny chubby little man with a knack for baking, called Jacob and a mind reading, dressmaker, bubbly blonde known as Queenie. However the third person…
“Y/N she was incredible, she was slightly eh…intimidating to say the least at first but merlin…is her enthusiasm for work contagious! And Pickett! He’s taken such a liking for her so I left him with her for a bit, decided it would do him good for the attachment issues” Newt chuckled.
Newt never trusted anyone but you to care for his creatures and even so it took months for you to earn his trust, but here he was allowing his favourite creature (he denies having favourites but you know better) with a woman he barely had become acquaintances with.
Sucking up your slight feelings of betrayal, you smiled, “She sounds wonderful, I’ll have to meet her someday” your attempt at hiding your feelings was pathetic but Newt was to oblivious to take notice at the hurt behind your voice. “Y/N you should come back with me! You could meet her as well as Jacob and Q-”
“Back? Your going to stay there?” Confusion spread fast across your face.
“Good heavens no, I need to collect Pickett and I also intend to give Tina my first copy of my book! She helped me think of a name, ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Quite nifty isn’t it?”
“But I thought I was to get your first copy of your book…”
Red tinted his cheeks. He’d forgotten about that promise, he really owed it to you to get the first copy, after all you had accompanied him on his journeys all this time, sketching out illustrations of all the marvellous creatures to accompany his descriptions. Had his new infatuation with this ‘Tina woman’ really put you completely out of the picture?
“Em yess n-no I mean, of course yes your getting the first copy. In fact I organised a little some thing extra for your copy. It wouldn’t even be possible to complete this book with out your help. I don’t think I say this quite enough but thank you..” , he smiled at your shoes, avoiding eye contact from embarrassment
Flustered and not completely thinking straight you blurted out, “well I know how you can repay me..take me with you to New York”
An adorable grin appeared on Newts face and happiness gleamed through his eyes, “so you’ll go with me?”
Gathering your thoughts, you realised what you had said but curiosity (and jealously although you would never admit it) had gotten the better of you and you gave into your temptations, “yes of course Newt, I wouldn’t turn down an adventure with you”, you laughed.
Your heart skipped a little when he flashed his pearly white teeth and engulfed you in a warm cinnamon scented hug. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you felt the bottom of his chin rest on the top of your head. As his hands soothingly rubbed circles into your back it seemed as though both of you were perfect fit for each other.
“You won’t regret it love, we travel so much but always for work. We never get a break to ourselves, I can show you all around New York, without having to chase after the niffler this time, hopefully”. He sighed into your hair
“So this means you’ll leave your case behind then?” You smugly asked already knowing the answer.
“Y/N” he gasped fake offended “how dare you ask me to leave my babies behind”.
Both of you erupted in a fit of giggles before Newt placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head and let out a content sigh. It felt so natural to act like this with Newt, as though it was programmed into your nature, but before long Newt became aware of the small gesture he had just given you. Stuttering he pulled away from the hug, his warmth departing from your body and blushes on both of your faces.
“Sorry-I’ll just go p-pack now”.
“Don’t forget your scarf Mr Scamander” you teased before he gave you one last heartwarming smile and disappearing out the coffee shop door
Although the journey on the ship was rough and wild, with Newt by your side anything was bearable. Once in land you resisted the urge to kiss the ground as Newt entwined his large hand with your dainty one, ensuring that you weren’t going to get lost in the busy crowds at the dock.
As you approached security Newt as usual became a mumbling mess. Even though Newt looked about as dangerous as a mouse with those freckles, his habit of avoiding eye contact and uncalled for nervousness made him appear as though he where planning a mass murder. This had become a regular occurrence for the 2 of you however you had learned how to deal with it.
“Any livestock?” The buff security man questioned, boredom practically dripping from his voice.
Newts eyes noticeably widened, panic surfacing across his features. The atmosphere suddenly thickening considerably as Newt looked hopelessly to you for help.
“Now how would we manage to fit any livestock in there mister. Do I look like a wizard to you?” You chuckled trying to lighten the mood.
“Sorry miss only doing ma job” he gave a quick tilt of his hat before allowing you and Newt to pass on through “have a good day you two”.
“Thank you! ” you called back as Newt led you away from the docks.
“Merlin what would I do without you Y/N, I’m afraid I’m quite the mumbling mess”
“I can’t Imagine how you even managed to make it through there the last time you came!”
“I was just a smidge from getting caught last time, if it wasn’t for that muggle button” he laughed “we better make our way onwards before the evening comes”
What both of you had failed to realise was that your hands still remained interlocked.
3 hours. 3 hours of wandering for the Goldstein sisters’ apartments and not a daft clue where the 2 of you where. Night was closing in fast, the cool air blowing against your blouse, which was offering no protection from the icy winds. You longed for the warmth of a fire.
“N-newt I t-think we might-t be lost” you chattered out. Newt looked to your shaking frame, goosebumps rising on your skin. With concern in his eyes he turned to you
“Y/N your shaking love”
“Don’t w-worry I’m okay-y”
“No your not, your shaking like a leaf, here take this”, Newt slipped off is slightly tattered blue coat, shyly offering it to you.
“Newt I can’t take it you’ll freeze! Don’t worry about me, your not normally a worrier” smiling you attempted to put on your best Newt voice, “my philosophy is that if you worry you suffer twice”. Newt burst out laughing at your measly impression of him before turning to you seriously, avoiding eye contact.
“I’m allowed to worry Y/N about the things that are close to me. Please, I won’t take no for an answer” he said draping the coats around your shoulders.
“Next you’ll have me in your bow tie!”
“Don’t worry you could pull it off” he said giving a cheeky wink. You laughed at his comment, you loved moments like these, special ones where Newt completely let go of his reserved self. It was only with you that he could really be himself. He had no reason to think you’d judge him.
“Come on now Mr Scamander, I thought you’re meant to be a good navigator! Are we nearly there yet?”
Taking 2 fingers he gently placed them underneath your chin and titled your head slightly upwards. In front of you where the apartments Newt had described. Both of you quietly snuck upstairs and knocked on the door.
When it eventually opened a figure was standing there.
She was undeniably gorgeous. Creamy skin, dark alluring locks of hair, her posture radiating confidence and pride so unlike yourself. Dressed in a knee length skirt, showing her gorgeous legs and a silk blouse complementing her figure. Upon seeing Newt a smile lit up her face, as she wrapped her arms around him. At this moment you practically felt invisible, not to mention highly self conscious. All you wanted to do was curl up in Newts oversized coat. She was stunning and you were just… Well you.
“Newt! Oh my it’s been so long, Pickett’s just dying to see you again. I don’t quite think our plan worked, his attachment issues aren’t going away it seems”
“I do hope he behaved. The little bugger sometimes has a habit of scratching people when he doesn’t get his own way” Newt said back. His unreserved persona confused you, normally he only acted like this with you. Your presence remained unnoticed until..
“Ah Newt! It’s so good to see you! Huh and you’ve brought a girl! Awk isn’t she just a honey” a blonde dressed in a skimpy nightgown emerged from behind Tina.
“Sorry I didn’t see you there! You must be Y/N, Newt told us so much about you, I must say you two do make quite the cute couple” Tina said gesturing to your hand which was still locked in Newts larger one.
Automatically Newt retracted his hand from yours as though it where fire and exclaimed, “oh no, no we’re just friends”
To you his tone sounded offended, repulsed even. Was he so ashamed for someone to even consider you being together. What was so wrong with you? Where you not good enough for him? Of course you weren’t, all you have to do is compare yourself to Tina after all. You felt your stomach drop at this realisation and from the corner of your eye you saw Queenie shoot you a sympathetic glance. You’d completely forgotten that she could read minds.
“Come on sweetie”, she proclaimed stepping towards you, lifting your luggage,“you have to come on in dear so we can get acquainted! Jacobs made some delicious pastries for your arrival!”. Newt Tina and yourself followed her into the room. The apartment was very cosy and you feel as though the decor of the room really illustrates who Tina and Queenie are, as personal touches are added everywhere.
“Come, sit, sit, you must rest", she ushered you and Newt into the living room and demanded you sit down from your long travels at once. “Now, now Queenie we must celebrate Y/N and Newts arrival! Why don’t we go down to the Bling Pig for firewhiskey”. Tina proclaimed
“But the pastries” Queenie whined
“Oh Queenie, Jacob can whip up another fresh batch when he gets back home later. It’s not everyday that we have guests”
Before this conversation got any further you decided to interrupt, “sorry as lovely as that sounds I brought nothing too fancy with me”
“That’s not a problem honey, you can borrow one of mine” Qunnie smiled sweetly
Panicking you raked your mind for another excuse but instead she simply tutted you. “Now we’ll have none of that! I have this adorable little dress that I’m too big for but it would fit you perfectly, you look gorgeous” She rambled on as you were dragged towards her room.
“I’m sure she will” Newt whispered under his breath
Something told you that this was going to be an eventful night.
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quietly in the ballroom, the stained glass windows bathed the room in hues of green.
Victory was bittersweet, the war against Erawan and Mave was hard won and the
road to normalcy would be difficult, the court had much to reconstruct for
Terrasan and for themselves. She sucked in a sharp breath to steady herself. Would
things be easier if she had the guiding hand of her mother? Tears pricked the
corners of her eyes, what would her mother say today; the day of her daughter’s
coronation? The wooden double doors of the ballroom swung open wildly, the
Queen of Terrasan marched hastily towards Elide. She nearly jumped out of her
skin, the grin on the Queen’s face was as wicked and beautiful as she was. It
had taken weeks for the court to fully recover, King Rowan insisted that Aelin
remain in bed resting. At first, it very clearly did not befit Aelin, but after
much yelling from both parties she consigned. “Majesty! Be careful with your
woun- “. Aelin took Elide into her arms, “Cut the ‘Majesty’ bull. Today is your
special day! There is just simply, no way I am going to stay in bed.” The Queen
beamed, the light that glowed from her Queen nearly made Elide want to cry, the
sacrifice her mother made all too much sense. Aelin’s face fell, “Elide, why are you crying?
“Elide stepped out of her arms shaking her head and giggling, “You are
absolutely right Aelin, this would not be a true celebration without your extraordinary
taste.” The Queen grinned and took Elide by the arm, “Come I’ve made
arrangements for the maids to draw you a bath and primp you for the ceremony.
Everything else consider it done. The only thing you need to worry about is
A sick panic welled up in Elide’s abdomen,
suddenly everything was too fast. She was whisked away from her Queen’s side by
the maids. They made quick work of undressing her and unbounding her hair from
the tight knot it had sat upon her head. Steam swallowed the bathing room, a
sweet smell of vanilla and elderberries peppered the air. Elide sunk into the
bath with a groan, the muscles on her shoulders slumped as the knots melted
off. These weeks had consumed her mind with worry so thoroughly she could not
recall the last time she had a restful night of sleep. A night where nightmares
were not there to shake her from her slumber. One of the misses combed Elide’s
long black hair with cinnamon and elderberry oils, lathering it into her roots
and massaging her scalp. The maids washed the oils from her dark locks and left
the warm water running as they exited the room allowing Elide a moment to
Silence was not always the best company for a
racing mind. She brought her knees towards her chest and rested her cheek a top
her knees. For a moment she closed her eyes and submerged her face in the
warmth of the water. Dark eyes stared at her nakedness, unforgiving and
calculating. But when they turned to her face they softened, his words caressed
her ribs, beneath her breast, and her hips. Goosebumps speckled her skin as he
moved towards her a sadness churned in his eyes, “I am sorry Elide. Please
forgive me.” The roughness in his hands was tender as he stroked her shoulders
making lazy circles, the heat of his breath on the crook of her neck made her
knees wobble. Lorcan kissed a gently path down her collarbone as Elide tipped
her chin higher lust filled hunger and heat flickered her stomach a small sigh
escaped her lips. Pulling away from her neck Lorcan ravaged her with his onyx
eyes as he drank in her peaked breast and shallow breath; until he gripped her
wrist, tears welled in his eyes; “Please, Elide.” Pain seared her arms as he
twisted harder the angular face melted into a familiar face older and sinister,
a voice like venom dripped from thin lips and Vernon screamed with laughter.
Elide shot up from the bath heaving, nausea
filled her. She looked around hastily; no Vernon was dead; he would never
escape Hellas. At the thought of the God a certain demi-fae also crossed her
mind. She shook her head furiously, Absolutely
not. Lorcan was a traitor regardless of the help he provided in the war, if
she never saw him again it would be too soon.
Elide sat still has the maids brushed her face
with cosmetics and braided her hair into a crown on top of her head. Kohl was
swept above her lashes forming a cat eye, her lashes curled and darkened, and
her lips painted ruby red. Surprise danced in her eyes as she looked at the
woman in the mirror. The olive of her skin was polished bringing out the light
of her onyx eyes, she appeared older perhaps this façade was better fit to be Lady
of Perranth then she felt. “My lady, you have a visitor.” She arched a groomed brow
when the maid stepped away from the frame of the open door to reveal a
different body. Elide bristled like a cat as Lorcan stood at the door with a
dozen white roses in his arms. “What. Are. You. Doing. Here.”, she gritted
through her teeth her eyes narrowing. Lorcan cleared his throat, “Today is your
corona-”” I gods damn know what day it is. I want to know what made you think
you were invited.”, Elide spat. She uncoiled to her feet and approached Lorcan,
taking the flowers from his arms, “You can shove these right up yo-” The
chambermaid cleared her throat and made a hasty exit, Elide pressed her lips
into a hard line and turned towards her bed lying the bouquet sloppily on the
bed. Lorcan concealed a grin behind a hand. She turned back to the chair facing
the mirrored vanity and mumbled, “Insufferable bastard.”
He was towering in the, suddenly, small room and
roguishly handsome in the elegant white tunic, his black hair pulled into a low
pony tail. But she could not deny herself a chance to exam the thunderous rolls
of muscles on his body in the mirror; she gulped. Lorcan prowled closer to
Elide, she tipped her chin up in disgust, “You look lovely. Perranth will have
a beautiful lady.” Her lower spine tingled as he stood behind her, so close but
yet she hated the space that still separated them. Hated herself for ever
admitting she wanted him closer. No, instead she rose from the chair and turned
to the male with an icy smile a crude remark on her lips until, “My lady, it is
time.” Mika announced. Elide allowed herself to exam his body openly,
convincing herself it was to belittle him, but the predatory smile on the male’s
lips told her Lorcan was not convinced with her act, something on his face was
different, not quite right perhaps gaunt from whatever nightmares haunted him; she
stepped around him to reach Mika.
The gown was made with heavy silk, draped taffeta
on the skirt, the bodice tight charmeuse like a second skin with a bateau
neckline; oh but it was the color of the gown a deep shade of jade. Elide wore slippers instead of the traditional
heeled shoe to ease the pain in her ruined ankle. The orchestra played a
playful twinkling piece as she walked with ease towards the temple grounds of
the Three-Faced Goddess. A woman in an abysmal red dress stood off to the side
her long silver hair whipping in the wind her yellow sharp eyes lined with
silver alight with pride; Manon; Elide’s
eyes watered but she held her head high. Beside the wing leader was the King of
Adarlan both dressed in red although the King bore his crown. The priestess in
the temple quietly sang hymns to Elide, hymns of powerful futures for Terrasan,
for Aelin’s court, the hymns told of the magic that simmered quietly in Elide’s
veins, and finally; the last hymn spoke of being the blessed of Anneith and ever
favored object of Hellas. Her face warmed at the mention of the Goddesses’
consort but the resumption of the orchestra told Elide it would be time to for
Elide held her breath as a silvered box marched
toward her, the bearer was Chaol Westfall, the King of Adarlan’s right hand
man. His brown eyes shown with pride as well, the war had brought about an
unlikely friendship between the two. A silvered parure with green opals was
revealed and Elide bowed as deeply as her ankle would allow her. The parure
heavy with jewels and responsibility; she felt the weight of her people on her
heart. When Elide coiled to her feet in front of her stood Queen Aelin and King
Rowan in meek finery. “Rise, Lady of Perranth and welcome home.” Tears shone in
the Queen’s eyes and both of the monarch’s bowed as she straightened to her
feet. Turning to face the crowd the entire procession erupted into thunderous
applause. Elide smiled a warm gentle hand squeezed her exposed shoulder and whispered
into her ear, “Lady Marion would be so proud.” She swallowed the want to
explode into tears and instead straightened her back; she will be strong for
Perranth, like her mother was strong for her.
After the ceremony Elide strolled into the garden
for a moment alone with her thoughts. She hadn’t spotted Lorcan with the other
cadre during the ceremony, perhaps the weight of her words did cause the demi-fae
to disappear like some genteel warrior. A knot formed on her chest, and Elide
shook her head against that feeling as her eyes stung from the emotions
building behind them, No, it didn’t matter she didn’t want him there to begin
with not after what he had done to her queen. “I made a promise to protect you. I will not break it, Elide.” “I will
always find you,” he swore to her.A
sob built in her throat, naive and stupid that’s what those thoughts placed her
in the shoes of a little girl.
“Elide?”, a female voice sounded from behind her and
Elide straightened her spin at the cool command of the voice. Impulsively, she
wiped the tears flowing down her cheeks but too late Manon turned her around
and concern wrinkled her beautiful features, “What’s the matter, witchling?” Elide
quivered, “Nothing, Lorcan, he … I did not…” She halted her sentence at the
sight of Manon’s expression of anguish, “Oh, Elide. Lorcan he didn’t… Remember
in the war he.” Elide’s world tilted,
, a hole punched through her chest. Pain, the likes of which she had
never endured, gaped below her like a sinkhole. Her soul guttered, her frame
The court had lost
so many, Mave, she did not die without someone to take with her into the
Lorcan couldn’t be dead he had been in her room; by the Gods he
had delivered roses!
rattled from Elide’s throat at the sight of Lorcan burning from his powers.
Magic sucking the life from him, but strong hands held her fast; Choal
shuddered against her thrashing.
Elide stared beyond Manon to see her court
there, lips pursed, eye avoidant, and faces sullen.
“Please no, Lorcan!”
, she had screamed until she was hoarse. She
had held him as the healers attempt to save him from that darkness. Tears
stained her dirty face. Her nails broken and bleeding as she held him. His
frame too big for her to completely engulf him with her warmth.
heard her conversation with Lorcan, no, the conversation she thought was Lorcan
in her chamber but it had been Manon. The tears lining her eyes was not only
for pride, no it was also from the pain.
body rattled from holding him against her, she had kissed his cold lips over
and over. Not again, not another person to rip away from her. “I think… I think I loved you.” She whispered
to him but he was impossibly cold, she would not release him.
No one moved
for a long moment and Elide strained to still her feverish fluttering heart.
She was going to combust, her bones melted as she sank to her knees. The
beautiful skirt of the emerald dress puffed around her. Rowan approached her slowly,
as if she were some prey but she could not find the strength to fight against
the horror that washed her world.
wanted to go to Perranth with you.”,
they had been close to death once and
he had whispered that to her. “I wanted you to come with me, to Perranth.”,
Elide whispered as she bowed her head, a pray on her lips as she sent that
message to Hellas himself.
I feel like part of the reason het aces are so loud and obnoxious about their "ace pride uwu" is because unlike LGBT people... they don't have fear associated with their identity. Like a gay man could be proud of his identity but be afraid of homophobia and not be brave enough to be vocal in his pride, while cishet aces have no backlash to fear (besides being called a fucking plant or some shit) and therefore they swallow the pride tag whole.
Question: I've never quite followed whether Darcy knew Lizzie was proposed to by Mr. Collins. I mean obviously eventually, but when did it happen. Did he hear the gossip in a London of her turning him down? Or did he not know for a long time? The time line for when Mr. Collins proposed and Darcy, Bingley, and party left always confused me so I don't know whether he would have had time to know before they left Netherfield.
Here’s a point where I think more recent film and TV adaptations have screwed the pooch a bit–no one should know that Mr. Collins proposed to Elizabeth, and yet it often is made to seem like people do.
Of course in such a quiet, gossiping neighbourhood as Meryton and the surrounding countryside, there may well be talk of Mr. Collins, the entail of Longbourn, and his particular attentions to Miss Elizabeth–particularly after Mrs. Philips’ card-party and the ball at Netherfield. Mrs. Bennet is dropping broad hints to her daughter, and I doubt her to be a woman of such discretion that no-one else picks up on this, besides Lizzy. And if Mrs. Bennet discusses the matter in the presence of her sister or her younger daughters, it is surely to be spread about and laughed over by Kitty and Lydia. This is not a confirmation, of course, and even as the awareness of Mr. Collins’ intentions breaks upon Elizabeth, she comforts herself than an offer may never come and there’s no point arguing with anyone about it until it happens.
Mr. Collins’ pointed request of the honour of the first two dances, of course, signals a more serious level of courtship. A couple could not politely dance any more than two dances together in a single evening without giving rise to the suspicion of an engagement–or at least an attachment. (Of course, Lizzy had wished to dance these two with Mr. Wickham, and it’s not to say that she’s deeply in love with Wickham at this point, but certainly he is her preferred young gentleman at that point in time.)
Now, in these two dances, Mr. Collins is a shitty dance-partner, but nowhere is it hinted that he’s super-clingy and fawning all over Elizabeth. I mean, that’s not an unreasonable direction to take with the scene, and it certainly adds tension and drama to the evening’s events in a direct and visual manner. (Writing in the little mini-declaration Mr. Collins makes during the dance in the 2005 P&P is taking this to an extreme, though, but then perhaps that man is ridiculous enough for anything.) Mrs. Bennet’s audible boasting is all to do with Mr. Bingley and Jane, though she makes some favourable observations about Mr. Collins to Mrs. Philips. Later on Mr. Collins does rather hound Elizabeth, and as she refuses to dance any more with him, she is therefore obliged to refuse all dances with any other partners. Of course anyone closely observing might guess at Mr. Collins’ interest, but again, that would all be mere conjecture, at at most would rely heavily on gossip, which I doubt Mr. Darcy would listen to from anyone like Mrs. Bennet or Mrs. Philips. The Bingley sisters MAY make some snide observations after the ball, but if they do, these are not committed to the page, and might never have happened. (Though if Caroline seeks to undermine Elizabeth and her fine eyes I don’t see why she’d let that opportunity to tease Darcy about his clergyman rival slip by.)
Mr. Collins proposes the morning following the Netherfield ball, not wanting to waste any more time. Elizabeth refuses, and I don’t see how the whole household doesn’t hear about it in the resulting fracas between the Bennet parents and their second daughter. Lydia loses no time in telling Charlotte Lucas everything the moment she arrives on a visit, so the cat is definitely out of the bag there. Charlotte, I think, is not likely to spread gossip about her own best friend, however, so she certainly won’t carry the tale very far–she does not even tell anyone, it seems, in her own family circle. Etiquette of the time generally bid that if a gentleman’s offer was refused, it was never to be spoken of, as a mark of respect for his pride and disappointment. Of course Mrs. Bennet just blows everything up, because that’s what she does, but Charlotte, at least, has the delicacy to let the gossip stop with her, whatever Mrs. Bennet, Kitty and Lydia might do.
The day after this, the letter for Jane arrives, informing her of the departure of the Netherfield party for London. Certainly it’s likely only a little over 24 hours since they departed from the Netherfield ball, and so if the decision to leave was made, it must have been made very swiftly after the close of the ball. Darcy at this point, I think, was probably too filled with concern for Bingley’s attachment to Jane and anger at the presence and deceit of Wickham in Meryton to make him much mind whatever local gossip there might be about the attentions Mr. Collins had paid to Elizabeth at the ball. Maybe he tried to shut down whatever he might be feeling with the possibility that Elizabeth might end up accepting Mr. Collins, putting an end to any development of his feelings. (Actually, I think I’ve read the Lizzy-accepts-Mr.-Collins AU fanfic somewhere, before. It does not, in fact, put an end to Darcy’s feelings for her.)
Now it’s noted that Bingley merely has business in London which might take a few days, and so he is very easily persuaded to set off for town without much notice or leave-taking; but this first and easy removal is followed by Darcy’s arguments against the Bennets as prospective connections, no doubt with Miss Bingley’s support. Darcy doesn’t have to immediately lay into his friend about how unsuitable Jane and her family are in order to get him to leave Netherfield–that is easily accomplished, and the lectures may wait until they are safely away in town, always delaying business and accepting social invitations there. (Recall how Bingley declared earlier that he is always happy wherever he is and easily obliges any request from his friends to remain or go.)
This is still the same day when the Bennets go to dine with the Lucases, and Charlotte then seems to start seriously drawing Mr. Collins’ attention to herself, and the following morning, again, he is back at Lucas Lodge to propose. (Now Mr. Collins’ visit is due to end on a Saturday. The Netherfield Ball was on a Tuesday. So–he proposed to Elizabeth on Wednesday morning, Jane heard of Bingley’s departure on Thursday, Mr. Collins then goes and proposes to Charlotte on Friday morning, then departs back to Kent very early on Saturday, after which Charlotte arrives to inform Elizabeth of her engagement, and later Sir William comes to tell the whole family, who are perhaps reasonably astonished, given what they all knew to have taken place, before. (Mrs. Bennet even famously exclaiming to Sir William that it cannot be so, as Mr. Collins wanted to marry Elizabeth; however Lizzy herself confirms Charlotte’s engagement.)
Here a little over two weeks pass before Mr. Collins can return and his wedding plans go forward, as well as Jane’s receipt of another letter from Miss Bingley, confirming that they will be staying in London all winter. (This being November.) Bingley is staying with Darcy in Darcy’s London house, and so clearly is being influenced by his friend, as well as Caroline.
After Christmas, Jane goes with the Gardiners to London, and while the Darcys, Hursts, and Bingleys are all still there, there is little intercourse but for a the brief calls the ladies are obliged to give to one another, disappointing Jane and rather proving that the acquaintance seems to be at an end. After many weeks, we can suppose Darcy and Caroline’s influence over Bingley to be firm, and that they are occupied with other matters. Certainly I can’t see how Meryton gossip should reach them, unless Caroline has some other local correspondent who is more forthcoming about gossip, but this seems unlikely, given her pride and that her sole attempt at attaching herself to any friends in the area seems to begin and end with Jane. Meryton gossip can be nothing to London society.
In March, Eliza goes to Kent, and about three weeks after her arrival, Mr. Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam arrive at Rosings Park. Mr. Darcy is civil to Charlotte and as awkward and reserved as ever around Elizabeth, but there’s no hint that he is aware of Mr. Collins’ having made an offer to Eliza–and, as Mr. Collins is now married to her friend Charlotte, there’s little reason to suppose it was a Big Deal, even if there is any truth to the rumour of the clergyman’s prior offer to Miss Elizabeth. Elizabeth’s thoughts are more filled with Jane and Bingley and Wickham, and of course Darcy’s thoughts are filled with her.
Later, when Darcy first calls upon Elizabeth at the parsonage when she is alone, he does bring up the subject of Charlotte and Mr. Collins’ marriage, but this is more likely a conveniently indirect way for him to try and gauge Elizabeth’s feelings about matrimony, rather than a direct attempt to tease or ferret out information about a possible proposal she might have received from Mr. Collins. (Who, again, is clearly no longer a rival; so I think it far more likely Darcy is sneakily trying to figure out if Lizzy would like to be married and have a nice house of her own and perhaps maybe even a house that might be comparatively far away from Longbourn, like, hypothetically maybe, somewhere like Derbyshire, just sayin’, for example, no reason, this is purely theoretical, just to pick any place at random, it’s no big deal, whatever, just a thought.)
Darcy’s courtship at this point is one of the most dense-ass cases of Not Talking to the Girl anyone can ever have the cringing horror of witnessing, and Colonel Fitzwilliam’s revelation that Darcy has been the sole instrument of breaking Bingley’s attachment to Jane only confirms Elizabeth’s vaguest suspicions that he might have had something to do with it, and so focuses her incandescent rage on Mr. Darcy, with all her initial dislike of his pride and supposed treatment of Wickham (who by now is no longer even all that attached to her and fully expected to marry Miss King, with Lizzy wishing them happiness,) flooding back to support her anger. She’s at that point where you’re just so impotently pissed off that you grab at every little thing you can think of to fuel your fury because it’s all you can do and, damn, it feels fucking great because there is jack-shit else you can do about any of it.
[Enter the most ill-timed schoolboy clusterfuck of a proposal known to man.]
So, no, I really really doubt that Darcy knows Collins proposed to Lizzy, or if he has heard gossip about it somehow, he’s really not bothered. The man is a blip–a ‘rival’ for maybe two days between his hinted attentions to Lizzy at the Netherfield ball and news of his acceptance by Charlotte. Darcy himself may not have very serious intentions regarding Elizabeth at this point, and likely hopes to find that a removal to London for several months might weaken his regard for her. It does not, and to Kent he goes to try to ascertain her feelings.
Hello Dark, So recently I've come out as Pansexual, and already people who are of the lgbt+ community and whom aren't, are saying that my sexuality is "fake." Do you have any advice on what I should tell those people? Thoughts? And also.... Could I possibly have a hug? I-I mean, it's fine if you don't want to give me one, I understand...
The paper, written by instruction, and followed by perfect design, crinkled beneath the abrupt clenching of Dark’s large fist. His head slowly lifted away from the depth of his work, and his eyes burned like molten oil.
“You tell those…. doubters… that you will not be labeled by the ‘rights’ and ‘wrongs’ that society has placed on this world. You will not follow what they believe is right for you, you will not hide the way you feel simply because they’re too afraid to accept you.”
He burst from the desk, causing the legs to wobble and shift, as he coursed himself towards them in a few confident strides. Grabbed them around their waist, he yanked them into his chest, where he hugged with such possession the strength behind him may have caused some pain.
“Never let a single soul tell you that the way you live, the people you love, and the reasons you feel, are invalid. The are too shallow, and too idiotic, to accept the fact that people in this world are unlike them, and for good reason. Take pride in who you are, as my lovely.”
Hi can you write some hcs with the six of them in a high school au with all the ships if you cant its fine
k here we go
- kaz is definitely the shifty kid that everyone sort of avoids because they don’t want him to ruin their existence. but, of course, he is the person others come to whenever they need something which might not be 100% legal (or even 10% legal lmao)
- jesper is kaz’s mainstay and the two of them are forever getting into trouble.
- he is also notorious for sleeping around and it seems that nobody can resist him. no seriously, he once seduced the #nohomo dudebro quarterback at a party.
- nina is taken out of her fancy private day-school because of her father’s new job and is shocked at what a mess her new high school in ketterdam is.
- within her first few days there kaz approaches her at lunch and sits himself down opposite her.
- round about the same time inej also switches to this school because she absolutely hated her old high school.
- kaz “i am immune to anybody’s charms” brekker looks at her once and decides that she will become a part of his surprisingly successful business in dealing pot and blackmail-worthy gossip and never getting caught.
- our boy also keeps getting dress-coded for wearing his black leather gloves. but he’s just disgusted by all the dirt and the dirty people lmao
- apparently kaz is a gang member, but who even knows.
- the innocent exchange student matthias is SHOOK when he arrives in ketterdam high school and sees what he has just signed up for.
- the second she sees him, nina makes a beeline for matthias. she asks him to homecoming and prom with 0 shame and he is SO turned on by it omg. (he’s used to being in charge and is a go-getter + he’s super masculine to look at and not the most approachable guy)
- wylan is the shy artsy type who was taken out of his ridiculously expensive private school because of bad exam results.
- jesper loves making wylan blush bc a.) he’s very very cute and b.) jesper just can’t help himself
- wylan’s bad exam results continue, but he is incredible at music and is in the marching band (sadly, people see it as another reason to make fun of him???) and jesper feels bad about embarrassing wylan by his flirting. so he talks to him and the two immediately click.
- kaz aces every exam without ever studying, inej is impressed while poring over books for hours on end. she is definitely the studious type.
- she gets mad kaz for wanting to take her on indefinitely long roadtrips all the time because, unlike him, she doesn’t have a photographic memory
- kaz thinks school pride is nonsense, as is the fuss made over football. he still goes to every game to look down, despising everything (inej is a cheerleader so our boy can fool nobody about why exactly he goes to the games)
- they always walk around school in dramatic triangle formation with kaz at the tip
- nobody dares to tease wylan after kaz starts hanging around with him. honestly, being one of kaz’s crew is like a protective shield bc everybody fears him. (i don’t want to go into how many dark secrets he exposed and thereby ruined people’s lives)
- every single sports team is pushing matthias to join them and he’s like “please leave me alone”
The Frostwolf clan, named after their kinship with their frost wolves, was one of the original orc clans from the world of Draenor. They were one of the smaller clans, with only about eighty orcs. Their homeland was in Frostfire Ridge, though with the changing of the seasons they would move to Nagrand near the Mountain of Spirits, Oshu'gun. Every winter when the clefthoof herds would migrate, the clan would follow. Unlike other clans they prided themselves on suppressing rage and avoided falling into bloodlust, for they knew that those that succumb to the beast within become their own greatest enemy. The last clan to accept the invitation of Gul'dan’s Horde, the Frostwolves (then led by Durotan, Son of Garad) had refused to partake in drinking The Blood of Mannoroth and later refused other fel influences.
Determined to break away from demonic influence and establish peace between themselves and humanity, the Frostwolves would be driven to the brink of extinction when The Horde turned upon them by order of Gul’dan. One of the few to survive this purge was the infant son of the Durotan and Draka, Go’el. In time Go’el would rally the clans of The Horde and restore their once honorable ways of life.
Prompt: just straight up angst, make me sob like the Rivetra trash I am!
insignia of Wings of Freedom; only with true dedication can soldiers
wear them with pride and hope. Unlike soldiers bearing the Unicorn,
the Scouting Legion soldiers put their lives on the line with every
expedition, their time ticking away with every passing second from
the moment the gate lifts and the vast unexplored land comes into
pair of blue and white wings that signifies freedom, what everyone
wants to take back from the titans who trapped them behind walls for
the past 100 years. Even though all they have is the 3DMG, with an
obscured view and zipping through the air, it really does feel as if
they are flying, as if they have the power to travel to a place
forgotten by man and untouched by nothing but weather and nature.
likes it when he’s alone. No longer bounded by the hierarchy of their
society, no longer scrutinised by hateful eyes which screams at their
failure for another failed mission, no longer suffocated by the title
they burdened him with. But he’s never truly alone because hope
is dangerous in the world they live. It creeps behind him, places
their claws around his neck and heart but eventually replaces a part
of the wing that was destroyed years back.
pair of wings is needed to fly, but how can he when she took one with
her when she died.