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ichliebdich · 6 years

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gimme some STONY

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

general

rate the ship

how long will they last?

quite a long time until they have a falling out where the argument is suffocating their relationship. at that point, steve would have to be the one to initiate the break up because tony wouldn’t even think of leaving him no matter what, he doesn’t want to let him go and he doesn’t want to see him go.

how quickly did/will they fall in love?

about as fast as watching paint dry or the grass grow. they don’t realize it until long after and even so, they’d deny it, tony more so than steve.

how was their first kiss?

after going through their signature arguments, tony gets frustrated to the point where he just grabs steve by his face and kisses him. it was a very awkward moment, especially for tony considering he just realized what he just did and he’s internally suffering at that point. steve just stands there with tony’s hand still on his face, ( sexually ) confused and stunned. they haven’t admit it, but they liked it.

wedding:

who proposed?

you would think it’d be steve, but it’s actually tony! he likes to show off but at the same time, he’s pretty straightforward about it, so he’ll lay it out on steve with a very, VERY expensive ring.

who is/are the best man/men?

rhodey, thor, t’challa and bucky. peter is their ring boy. :’)

who is/are the maids?

pepper is the maid of honor. shuri, nataliya and pretty much the rest of the girls in marvel are the maids!

who did the most planning?

tony –– steve would try to include himself but tony would not let him, he’s not fixing to have an old fashioned wedding, NOT ON HIS WATCH. he wants it to be modern and even better!

who stressed the most?

tony. he’s a huge perfectionist. he sees ONE thing out of place or any mistake whatsoever and he’ll have a midlife crisis. steve is trying to calm his fiancé down as if it’s not a big deal.

tony: BUT IT IS A BIG DEAL, I NEED THIS TO BE PERFECT, STEVE, NOT FOR ME BUT FOR THE BOTH OF US.

steve: …. tony, are you on your cycle?

tony:

how fancy was the ceremony?

back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | normal church wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | kate and william wish they were this big.

who was specifically not invited to the wedding?

deadpool. my poor boy…

sex

who is on top?

we all know it’s steve from how much tony wants it.

who is the one to instigate things?

tony’s always vaguely asking for it. if only you can see the way he “unintentionally” leans forward on the counter, showing off his ass or the way he runs his hand over steve’s arm or gives him a few pats on the butt LMAO

how healthy is their sex life?

barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | they are humping each other on the couch right now

how kinky are they?

straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

how long do they normally last?

sometimes it’ll be brief ( typically 5-10 minutes more or less ), other times it’ll be long––it depends on their mood. but if tony’s in one of those “moods” where he keeps telling steve what to do when he’s not quite satisfied until steve has enough of it…

do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms?

not particularly. tony would try but he’d always end up forgetting about it because his head would end up being too clouded to remember. steve doesn’t really think or are about it, he’ll give and he’ll have something in return regardless.

how rough are they in bed?

softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | the bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne johnson blush. also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

how much cuddling/snuggling do they do?

no touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | a little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | they snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

children:

how many children will they have naturally?

well they can’t exactly reproduce, so none.

how many children will they adopt?

one or two –– three is the maximum.

who gets stuck with the most diapers?

STEVE. tony refuses to go near them, he has no desire of dealing with the struggle, let alone risking the chance of getting peed on.

who is the stricter parent?

out of the two, probably tony even though he’s laid back himself. that doesn’t mean that the child would be able to do whatever they want though, there’s always a limit to what they can do.

who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school?

both of them.

who remembers to pack the lunch(es)?

both do but it’s not like they’d ever forget because there’s f.r.i.d.a.y. to help keep in check too!

who is the more loved parent?

both! steve and tony are best dads.

who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?

either or. if tony’s too busy, steve would go and vice versa but both would go when given the chance.

who cried the most at graduation?

tony, he’s weeping on steve’s shoulder. watching them grow is too much for him…

who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law?

BOTH. no way either of them are gonna allow them to get in that sort of trouble… tony would be so dramatic as to show up in his iron man suit BECAUSE HE’S HAVING NONE OF THAT, meanwhile, steve would simply step in and stop them from doing anything reckless.

cooking:

who does the most cooking?

y’all know it be stevie :>

who is the most picky in their food choice?

tony… he’d literally tell steve what he wants and how he likes it, but sometimes he’d change his mind so it becomes a hassle for steve. and if tony gets what he doesn’t want or feel like eating, he’d whine about it until steve shuts him up by shoving the food in his mouth because Enough is Enough™

who does the grocery shopping?

sometimes steve but tony just has f.r.i.d.a.y. order for them.

how often do they bake desserts?

once in a while for certain occasions or if they feel like it.

are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater?

they’re pretty much both. they like themselves a properly balanced meal.

who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner?

tony! he’d be cheesy about it too. he had to stall steve when he’s out, cause he kept burning the food. he could’ve just ordered fancy food, but he wanted it to be special and personal. he tries hard, at least.

who is more likely to suggest going out?

sometimes both or either of them, but mostly tony. he likes homemade food, but having a nice variety of cuisines from many of his favorite restaurants would be refreshing and nice to have every so often or at least once in a while.

who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking?

tony…… he’s almost done it about five times. luckily his own house is “smart” enough to prevent it from happening

chores:

who cleans the room?

steve does it mainly because it keeps him active inside. tony doesn’t because he’s too full of himself. and too lazy. #bigmood.

who is really against chores?

tony’s against doing them. steve asks him to do one small task and tony’ll sigh in exasperation as if he was asked to run a marathon across the world. he’d decline the demand by using “i’m busy!” as an excuse when he’s not even busy.

who cleans up after the pets?

steve… starting to look like he’s the housewife here haha.

who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug?

tony, but then he’d get called out by f.r.i.d.a.y.

who stresses the most when guests are coming over?

tony! he expects the place to be clean for the most part and thats when he ACTUALLY cleans the house––tony makes steve help because he doesn’t want one spec of dust anywhere at all (bless steve’s soul for having to deal with tony’s pushy ass).

who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning?

steve!

tony: oh look, you got your daily allowance.

steve:

misc:

who takes the longer showers/baths?

definitely tony. he likes to soak in and relax. steve makes it short and brief unless tony makes him take a bath with him.

who takes the dog out for a walk?

steve. tony’s always busy with some kind of work.

how often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays?

as often as they can, unless something bad doesn’t come up.

what are their goals for the relationship?

to tolerate each other? they like to see how well they could negotiate in any situation they would argue. who knows, maybe there will come a time where they won’t argue over tony’s decisions or steve’s actions. (NOT).

who is most likely to sleep till noon?

tony, he’s such a sleepy head after using so much of his head. steve would take the time to do whatever he likes without getting judged or commented on for it LOL

who plays the most pranks?

ooh, this is interesting –– tony would initiate the pranks, mostly with his creations while some are other stuff and steve would always make a comeback for them.

#this was a RIDE #casiks #answered.#stony.#stony #long post

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joseamares · 5 years

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#Repost @rebelorisha ・・・ from @jamaicagleaner - The history books are explicit in their narratives about the total genocide of the Tainos in Jamaica. Yet, it is a fact that the Taino DNA had survived through interbreeding, and there are many Jamaicans, some of whom are academics, who have laid claim to their Taino ancestry and preserving Taino heritage. Robert Pairman is one of the people who are active in preserving the Taino heritage in Jamaica, and recently he was enstooled in an elaborate ritualistic ceremony as kasike (cacique) of the Taino Tribe, Jamaican Hummingbird (YukayekeYamayeGuani), inside the Asafu Yard at Charles Town Maroon village in Portland. Visit the link in our Stories to read more. (📷: Paul H. Williams) #GLNRToday #caribbeanindigenous #taino #casike #boricua🇵🇷 #jamaica🇯🇲 #cuba #haiti #dominicanrepublic (at Bronx, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/By8ceAwBibE/?igshid=k4t3meqa9w15

#repost #glnrtoday #caribbeanindigenous #taino #casike #boricua🇵🇷#jamaica🇯🇲#cuba #haiti #dominicanrepublic

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kny111 · 5 years

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Hatuey, Vodun and the Haitian Revolution

Paraphrasing Hatuey the Quisqueyan Taino Cacique that was burned at the stake for being one of the first to defend against the evils of colonialism:

“Are there people like you in heaven? If there are I’d rather go to hell so as to not be near the cruelness of Christians”

The Spirit of Hatuey has continued to make his presence known not only within his homeland of Haiti but across the Caribbean. We call him the Father of the Resurgence or more precisely the Father of the Resistance! Hatuey was a great Casike, whose name means “Certainty of the Sun”. He had been engaging guerilla warfare in Cuba against the invading Spanish and warning the Taino people of Cuba about the evil nature of the Christian invaders. He warned his people of the cruel and wicked nature of these Christians telling of their loyalty and love for THEIR god, Gold and Jewels (money), making a clear distinction between the object of the Christian’s worship and the Taino understanding of their own “Deities”. The Christians captured Hatuey (possibly it is said through a betrayal from one of his own), tied him to a stake and prepared to burn him alive. A monk attempted to convert Hatuey to Christianity, and told him that if he believed in Christianity he (Hatuey) would go to “heaven” where there would be glory and eternal rest or if he did not believe in Christianity he (Hatuey) would go to hell, where he would suffer torments and punishment. Hatuey was silent for a short time, then he asked the monk if the Christians went to heaven, and the monk said that the good Christians went to heaven. Hatuey immediately answered that he did not want to go to heaven, but would rather go to hell so as to not be in the same place as the cruel Christians. Hatuey was subsequently burnt at the stake and it is said that his Soul flew immediately to the Sun. Hatuey refused to submit to entrapment by the Christians, he maintained the integrity of his Soul and Spirit by refusing at a moment of intense torture to compromise with the Christian god whom he knew to be evil based on the actions of this god’s followers. Remember Hatuey had been witness to mass murder, genocide, rape, murder of unborn children and the total desecration of the sacredness of his Yukayekes by these Christians who said that they came in the name of God and Christ. He understood the true deity that these people were worshiping and refused any deals with this evil entity (the beast). After Hatuey’s death, the war between the Taino and the Spaniards continued. When the Spaniards began to import Africans in the chains of slavery they began with Black Muslims from Spain itself. These Muslims immediately rebelled escaping to the mountains and hills joining with the Taino and forming the first Maroon People. After this the Spainards became afraid to import more Muslims and began bringing Africans directly from Africa, most of whom were following various African Spiritual Traditions, these people also rebelled, many finding their ways to Maroon communities and also developing the tradition of Vodou within the communities and in secret upon the plantations. As the French gained control of Haiti they launched a massive exploitation of the Land itself and the people of the land, Haiti is still recovering from this exploitation, as well as more modern exploitations of the elite. Within the tradition of Vodou the Rada Cult is Dahomeyan in nature, more peaceful and sedate due to the influence from the nations of Africa which had solid social structures, cities, centralized authority and stable, peaceful (for the most part) kingdoms. However, the more violent and explosive Petro Cult is born from the synthesis of the tradition of the Taino-Arawak people and the traditions of the Congo and other African peoples. It was the Petro cult that was more rebellious and gave rise directly to the Haitian Revolution that put Fear in the heart of every slave-owner across the planet!

Full Article . . .

#history #anthropology #science #taino #tainx #indigenous #afro indigenous #indigenx #culture #resistance fighter #resistance #colonialism #neocolonialism #imperialism #african #africa #african diaspora

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limonatarosa · 6 years

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moi-ennepe · 6 years

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meme <3

@janiedean tagged me, thank you!

RULES: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, and tag 9 people.

AIR: I have small hands (I mean they’re proportionate to by body) - I love the night sky - I watch small animals and birds when I pass them by - I drink herbal tea - I wake up to dawn - The smell of dust is comforting - I’m valued for being wise - I prefer books to music - I meditate - I find joy in learning new truths from the world around me (depends, what if they’re awful truths)

FIRE: I don’t have straight hair - I like to wear ripped jeans - I play an organised sport - I love dogs - I am not scared of adventure - I love to talk to strangers - I always try new foods - I enjoy road trips - Summer is my favourite season - My radio is always playing

WATER: I wear bracelets on my wrists (not very often though) - I love the bustle of the city - I have more than one set of piercings - I read poetry - I love the sound of a thunderstorm- I want to travel the world - I sleep past midnight most days (what does this mean? I go to sleep? Uhm) - I love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs - I re-watch kids’ shows out of nostalgia (sometimes) - I see emotions in colors not words (eh, kinda?)

EARTH: I wear glasses - I enjoy doing the laundry - I am vegetarian or vegan - I have an excellent sense of time - My humor is very cheerful - I am a valued advisor to my friends - I believe in true love - I love the chill of mountain air - I’m always listening to music - I am highly trusted by the people in my life (I think?)

AETHER: I go without my makeup in daily life - I make my own artwork - I keep on track of my tasks and time - I always know true North - I see beauty in everything - I can always smell flowers - I smile at everyone I pass by - I always fear history repeating itself - I have recovered from a mental disorder - I can love unconditionally (up to a certain point)

Tagging @peachymess @e-choees @casiks @precious-coconut @shetoldittothem @hypotherium @stupid-lemon-eater @theannoyedoniongirl aaaand anyone who wants to <3

#meme #tag meme

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tainolibrary · 6 years

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“Casike Hatuey, the first freedom fighter of the modern era in this hemisphere against the Colonial invasion. The excerpts are taken from the movie ‘Even the Rain.’”

#Kasike #Cacike #Cacique #Hatuey #Taino

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ichliebdich · 6 years

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LMAO okay for real, my boy T O N Y S T A R K

iron man? more like megaman, am i right kiddos

sexuality headcanon tony’s bi as fuck. he manages to look/act gay and straight at the same time. he’s the epitome of a true bi––half-gay, half-straight!otp: stony and pepperony, you already know it.brotp: tony and rhodey! it only makes sense since they’re best friends.notp: buny, i guess? it doesn’t work out and i can’t see it.first headcanon that pops into my head: since robert did ballet in his time, i can imagine tony doing it when he was young––possibly a child or a little older. even though he doesn’t do ballet anymore, he still has gist of it and remembers the moves. and that means tony’s quite flexible. not so much in his suit, though. (it took me two days to come up with a hc for him… it was tough)favorite line from this character: “I’M NOT ON MY CYCLE, PEPPER!” and “genius billionaire playboy philanthropist.” TONY’S FUCKIN SASS AT STEVE IS FUCKING GREATone way in which I relate to this character: he may have more sass than me, but we’re both honest and straightforward! (to an extent, at least)thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: none. well, except the fact that he declined deadpool’s request to be part of the avengers in a pretty harsh way… he can be cold with his hollow heart but i’d like to think that tony’s just keeping wade from all the drama that ensues in the avengers squad… cinnamon roll or problematic fave? he may seem problematic but deep down, under that egotistic shell of his, is an insecure man who’s really lonely and wants to be acknowledged for who he is… he is a pure, 100% cinnamon roll.

send me a character!

#he's Gucci™ and Versace™#casiks #answered

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nicolas-morales-diaz-blog · 7 years

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jj-lynn21 · 4 years

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THE CLUB starring Bill Skarsgard as William Casik 10

Warnings: smut, angst, The End?

Notes: dream board is my creation, but some pictures are curtesy of @Billofourtime and Tim Richardson for Número Art (2019).

ch 1 ch 2 ch 4 ch5 ch 6 ch 7 ch 8 ch 9

He kisses a tear running down Alice’s face. Then cradled her in his arms. She buried her face in his should. One arm holding under his armpit around his back. The other hand gripping his shirt on his opposite shoulder. He laid her on her side in their bed and went to get a warm cloth to clean her face. When he laid by her again, she winced.

“I’m just going to clean your face with a warm cloth, Alice.” His voice was soothing. “Look at me.”

“Yyes , Ssirr,” She stuttered out. She turned to look at him.

He washed her forehead, down her cheeks and over her mouth catching every bit of smeared red lipstick. “I should have taught you better. You need to come up with a safe word. If whatever we are doing is to much for you at any time, you say your safe word and I stop and back away until you are good with me helping you, alright.”

Alice nods.

“I’m going to get a clean washcloth,” He gets up and pulls the sheet and blanket around her. Kisses her lips softly. “Maybe its not me you need right now.”

Alice reaches for him, “I do need you, Sir. Don’t go.”

“I’ll be right back,” He assured her. “Think of that safe word while I’m gone.”

As he rinses the washcloth off in the sink, his reflection in the mirror softens, “You can’t take care of her like I do, man.” William insists.

“Look, I got this pretty boy,” Sir argues. “She doesn’t need you anymore.”

“She does, she needs love.” William argues back in his softer tone. “Not the crude selfish taking her however you need lustful moments.”

“You never even gave her any satisfaction,” He growled. “Plus, I do love her. I fucking love her.”

“You can’t have her at our home.” William said.

“She can have me any time she asks,” He grins into the mirror. William faded out so that when he looks its only him looking back.

He lies by Alice stroking her face softly. “Hey, my sweet sweet Alice. Any time you want me just say it and I will satisfy you completely.”

Alice turns to him with a smile, “So, its my turn now, Sir?”

“Yes, Alice,” he kisses her passionately. looks up. “Did you come up with a safe word? In case you don’t enjoy something as much as I am enjoying every single part of you.”

“Apple, go down on me, please Sir,” she runs her hand through his hair.

“Absolutely,” he grins before disappearing under the sheet and blanket.

She writhes as he works her like magic. He takes his time making her moan in pleasure. Her toes curl, back arches as she cums screaming out “YES, YES, yes…thank you Sir can I have another?”

His tongue licks up her body between her breasts. He pops out of the blankets, “tasting you makes me so hard.”

He kisses her before situating himself to fuck her. But he goes in slow biting his lip to keep himself under more control than he is used to. “I love you Alice. Fuck your pussy feels so good.”

“I love you to, Sir.” She moans out, “give me more. I love when you give me everything.”

“Yeah, good,” He breaths deep and lets it out slowly as he starts going deeper. Keeping up rhythmic thrusts.”

It feels amazing when they cum together. Both screaming out their pleasure. He holds her. Kisses the top of her head.

“After I rest, we can go for a walk on the beach.” He starts to drift.

“Then we’ll fuck on the beach, Sir?” She giggles.

Her giggle is like music to his ears. “Yes, Alice.” He murmured.

The remainder of the week is just a blur of sex and after care. He introduces her to some rope play. Introduces a few types of toys into their relationship. She is eager to learn. He is eager to teach. They don’t even get out of bed the last full day. Mostly because Alice can barely walk. Alice is still a little uncomfortable when they take the plane home.

She wakes at home in their bed. William is rolled away from her. She puts her hand on his shoulder. “Are you up William?”

He rolls over groggy, “what’s wrong Alice?”

“Can we fuck this morning before we go off to work.” She bites his shoulder to entice him.

“What?” He was surprise at her language. “Are you feeling alright? You never swear like that. I mean of course I want to make love to you but what about the Tuesday, Thursday or Saturday rule?”

“I’m feeling great,” She kisses him passionately. “No rules anymore, lover.”

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it.” He reaches into the draw for a condom and lube.

Alice is on her knees behind him kissing and nipping on his neck. He turns her on her back gently. He starts making love to her as they always have.

She needs more from him now of course, “Please, Sir I want to feel good.”

As soon as she asks it is like a flipped switched, “Of course, Alice.” He switches positions letting her ride him as he holds her hips thrusting strong. “That’s what you need, isn’t?”

“Yes, Sir.,” She moans. Riding him until she gets exactly what she wanted.

“Fucking condom,” He gripes as he gets up to go to the restroom. He gets in the shower.

When William comes out to the kitchen, she is having coffee. He kisses her on the cheek. “I’ll see you after work.”

Alice takes her shower and goes back to work. She had thought she might be fired after disappearing for a week, but the secretary told Alice, her husband called to say she had a stomach bug, so a substitute covered her classes. She just went with the small lie.

William was distant when he was home. Maybe distant was the wrong word but the same as he had been before their torrid week away. She never thought they would be back to the same routine.

When she would get really horny, she would ask, “Please, Sir I need you.” Sure, enough he would satisfy her every time.

The next month felt strange. When she finally realized she missed her period, she went to the store for a pregnancy test. She was elated when it was positive. When William came home, she couldn’t wait to tell him.

She made his favorite dinner, “William, I have some happy news for us.”

“OH, yeah, what?” he twirled the pasta in his fork before taking a bite.

“We’re pregnant,” She said excitedly.

He spit out his food, “How? I always where a condom. And your still on birth control, right?”

“You didn’t for are week away.” She explained “And I didn’t have my birth control with me.”

“I never took you away for a week, Alice,” He said flatly.

Her mouth dropped open as she tried to grasp what he said. “But Sir?”

Her husbands demeaner changed. His tense body relaxed. He padded his lap with a grin. “You what to sit on my lap sweet sweet, Alice?”

“I want to know why your denying our amazing week.” Alice scolded. “I want to know why you’d be so confused I am pregnant when we used no protection the whole week?”

“That’s wonderful Alice,” he smiled, snapped his fingers for her to come to him.

She walked over. Arms crossed. A little confused. “Wait a second ago you didn’t act like it was so wonderful. You acted like it wasn’t possible.”

He lifted her shirt, kissed right below her belly button and looks up, “You are going to be so horny needing me more.” He grins.

“Did you even hear what I just said?” She asked.

“Yeah, Alice,” He looks up at her, hands rubbing her hips. “It’s because its not his baby, its ours.”

Alice is even more confused, “Ok, enough of this game William. I’m fine calling you Sir when we have sex but its just a game so stop it right now. What does my husband think of me having his baby?”

He stands looming over her. His hands running over her shoulders. “Williams not here right now. Williams not the father of our child. All you need is…”

His head starts to shake, Tears stream down his eyes. A softer whining voice emerges, “No, Alice you’re my wife. You married me and I love you. I will love the baby. If your happy I’m happy. I can keep him away from you.”

Alice backs away.

A sneer rolls on his face as the tears stop in an instant. “She will always call on me William. You can’t make her feel as good as I…”

The tears start again as William whines, “She won’t. We don’t need you. I locked you away before, I can do it again.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you William,” Alice is getting scared how crazy he is acting. “Your acting fucking nuts.”

“Stop swearing like that Alice,” he cried. “That’s not how my sweet girl talks. Let’s just be how we are meant to be. I love us. If we never got into that fight you never would have met him. I never told you because I thought it would be better. I just…please forgive me for him. For whatever he did to you. He is just…he’s not me Alice. And the more you call for him the harder it is for me to get back to you. Don’t you still love me and need me to get back to you?” William keeps his distance.

Alice is torn. She liked how her life was easily predictable and stable with William. How he had been so understanding while courting her. Not pushing her out of her comfort zone ever. He was everything she thought she ever needed. But now she needed everything his alter ego was willing to give her. Could she give up that passion for such a bland life. Once your eyes are opened to such pleasure how can you ever close them again?

“This is fucking nuts William,” Alice starts to cry. “I don’t believe you had this huge secret for so long without telling me.”

“I’m sorry Alice,” His bottom lip is sticking out in a pouty face. “Please let me stay?”

“She doesn’t want a limp dick like you William,” his vibe changes again. He goes to Alice and holds her. She lets him. “You love me, don’t you Alice? You need me?”

“Yes, Sir” she whimpers tears still streaming. “What about his work? What if I want him for something eventually?”

“Hell, I take over for him at work so much they won’t even fucking know the difference.” He laughed. “And as for you. You will always get what you ask for my sweet sweet Alice. Even if its not me,” He wipes her tears away. He is not really sure if William can come back so easily the longer, he drowns him out completely but that detail she doesn’t have to know. Maybe he can even fake being William if Alice ever wants him again. “Go on and get ready for work. I’ll be home shortly after you this evening.” He kisses her deeply.

She loves the feel of his lips, his tongue, his love for her. She just hopes she made the right decision possibly giving up William forever.

#starring bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård smut #bill skarsgard #original story #smut #angst #multiple personalities #the club #the sir #fantasy #fiction #creative writing

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ichliebdich · 6 years

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Lost

Fandom: Historical Hetalia / Historia Characters: Arthur Elliot Harland (England), Alfred Harland (America, Thirteen Colonies) Rating: General Audience Genre: Drama

Summary: After discovering that his son is lost in the woods, Arthur goes through an immense stage of panic and stress that triggers an unwanted memory. He promised to better himself so it wouldn't be repeated again, but it's proven inevitable. Has he failed as a father? He's made many mistakes in his past, but this is one of the greater ones that he will never forget and forgive himself for.

Note: this is a birthday gift 🎁 for a fragile pearl 👶🏼 @casiks . merry christmas 🎅🏻, happy halloween 🎃, and gesundheit 🙊. i started this about a week ago, but I just finished it yesterday (the stress i went through was unbelievable 😵). this has been done with the help of my sister, who edited and read through this.

please be gentle, this is my very first time writing a fanfiction (after 84 years), so i’m not that well experienced ;( but i’m pretty proud of it, so i hope you enjoy!

Bone App the Teeth, Moan Cherries (happy reading, my dudes) and again, merry birthanukkah day, chastity ♥︎

you can also read this on ao3 (please do)

additional notes:

historia is what i call the historical hetalia fandom cause i wanted it to be short and fancy and cause why not lol

in case anyone was wondering, i changed arthur's surname to harland because i personally don't like kirkland; i didn't find it fitting at all. as for elliot, his middle name, you'll find out in this story.

"Alfred!"

The booming of Arthur's shout burst through the woods as he runs past the trees in much haste, causing a few birds to flock off and squirrels scurrying off in a startled fright. Out of breath, he stumbles to a halt, leaning his hand on the tree next to him. He looks around his surroundings as he panted for air.

There isn't a situation more nerve-wracking than this. His son had gone missing. He was supposed to be home, waiting for his father, but according to Alfred's nursemaid (who takes care of the boy while Arthur is absent and/or busy), she had made the mistake of giving in to his pleas of playing outside in the morning after she was told specifically to keep him inside the house. Although she kept an eye on him and made sure that he didn't go past the fence that bordered the house and out of her sight, it only took her a moment of distraction until she all of sudden caught the boy running outside the fence, chasing a young hare that ran towards the woods. Ever since then, he hasn't come back, and it is well past noon. She couldn't exactly go after him, or more like, she couldn't bring herself to go after him because she had an irrational fear of the woods, so she regretfully stayed behind. She had no choice but to wait for Arthur to return to tell him what had happened.

As angry as he was with the nursemaid, he's far too worried for his son to deal with her at the moment. All he cared about was finding Alfred and bring him home, so he immediately ran for the woods. In all honesty, he didn't think he'd have to go through this.

And yet here he is, looking for Alfred Harland, his most precious son. He's merely a boy of six years—physically, at least.

Yes, his son is a curious child, and adventurous, but that isn't something Arthur, as his parent, could control. It's in a child's nature to be curious and to explore, but having a child like that, anyone is guaranteed to go under all levels of stress and anxiety. It will suck the life out of you, even if you're a thriving empire such as England. He should have known that this could happen—he should have been more strict and more careful.

Continuing his search for the boy in much distress, Arthur travels further into the woods, shouting his name every few minutes in hopes for a response of any sort. No words could describe how painfully worried he is for Alfred. The amount of stress he's in right now is unimaginable. What if his son is in danger right at this moment? The Indians could ambush him, doing God knows what to him, or he could be hunted and mauled by hungry wolves! Anything could happen that would be out of Arthur's control if he were not there to protect him! Why can't his son understand? Why can't he listen for once? Does he want to be in danger? He's been told many times before not to go out into the woods or past the fences at all and he hasn't gone there - until now. The knots in his stomach are growing tighter every second England treads amongst the empty woods helplessly.

He wished he had a troop of men searching along with him, but he doesn't have time to go back and send for them, with all the possibilities on what could happen to Alfred are crawling in his head.

"ALFRED! Damn it all, where are you!" The frustration is growing stronger in Arthur's chest as he looks from left to right, straining his eyes to look as far as he could see. He's so close to being panic-driven. His heart is pounding faster than normal; his ears are throbbing and his breath is short. The anxiety is creeping and growing inside him, ever so slowly. If this takes any longer, then he just might be on the brink of losing it.

Oh, God, please let him be all right. I cannot lose him—not again—not like last time. His voice begged internally. I will not allow it. He's my son; he's all I have.

But this is already taking him to a very bad place in his memory—a memory he thought he had locked away, but it always manages to come back to him somehow. He can't go back to it now—not while he's searching for his son, but being in a situation like this, it's impossible not to think back on it. It's the one thing that grew his fear and made him more protective and possessive of Alfred. He only wished it was a nightmare, but it wasn't. It was one of the worst times of his life.

"Elliot!"

A hoarse and panicked shout came from Arthur as he paced around the seemingly abandoned settlement in the Roanoke Island. Three years, he has been kept from visiting his first colony, his only son, in the Americas—no thanks to Spain from the Spanish Armada and the Anglo-Spanish war. But that didn't stop him and his fellow men (John White, Walter Raleigh, and few others) from reaching their destination after they raided the Spanish in the Caribbean.

However, when they had arrived at the fort where the colonists had lived, they didn't exactly expect it to be empty. Everyone was gone. One hundred and seventeen colonists, including the children and Arthur's son, were nowhere to be found.

There were no signs of a struggle or violence at all. Everything is practically in order—almost, at least.

This unsettled Arthur to no end. What happened? It's no mistake that this must have occurred when they were being held back by the Spanish, but how could this have happened is the big question. Were they threatened by anyone that resulted in them evacuating the fort and traveled somewhere else? But where would they have gone?

So many questions (many of which John had asked aloud in confusion) were building up in his head the more he thought about it. But there's one thing he's mostly concerned about aside from the Colonists.

Elliot.

He's a fragile boy, barely even a child at two years old, physically—since he's still a young colony of only five years. He would get sick quite often from all the struggles the colonists had gone through the five years in the Island (as a personified nation/colony's state are mostly determined by their people, land, economy, and such). And now he's gone missing with the others. There is a chance that he's out there with the colonists. Arthur refuses to believe that he's gone for good—he won't allow such a thing to happen.

"Sirs," called out Walter in an uncertain tone, "come, have a look. There is a carving on the palisade."

When everyone (including the Privateers) gathered around to look in curiosity, Arthur hastily approached in hopes of seeing some clue that might lead to answers, or maybe they had carved the Maltese cross as instructed by White if they had been forced to evacuate... But a clue is what they got.

On the wooden post of the fence was a word etched on it: CROATOAN.

This only led to more questions than answers. Everyone stared at each other in confusion while muttering baffled questions, mostly to themselves or to few others. Arthur, his lips pursed, stared at White questioningly.

"Well? What do you suppose this means?" He asked urgently, "Croatoan. Is that not one of the islands near here?"

"Well, yes—" White started, but he was soon cut off by the English nation. "Then the natives who live there must have something to do with this, correct? There may have been no sign of any resistance or any of the sort, but something happened, and it's most likely the cause of them." Arthur was getting quite aggravated over this, the anger building up in his chest. He may be acting irrational, but rightfully so, from having lost his only child. However, Arthur's not the only one to have "lost" a family member of his—White's daughter and granddaughter are missing with the colonists as well and one can only imagine how terribly worried he is for them, just as much as Arthur is for his son.

Carefully inspecting the carving, John White looks back at the English nation in the eyes—he had an idea of what it means. "This could be a message. Perhaps they moved to Croatoan Island, for whatever the reason may be." Otherwise, what else could it mean?

Arthur frowned unsurely. "There is only one way of confirming that. We must go to the Island, see if they are settled there, or if it means anything at all."

And so, they had made to travel to the adjacent islands by ship, in great hopes of finding what they were looking for.

However, as time passed, many of the Privateers have noticed something growing. Large looming clouds were gathering together quickly—darkening to a deep grey that almost appeared black. It was coming rather fast, almost as if an invasion were coming upon them. The rumbling of the thunder could be heard from a far distance; the atmosphere becomes gloomy from the upcoming storm as the ship swayed back and forth in the sea.

This worried White immensely. A part of him was convinced that they might not be able to make it through this, but another is persisting to continue the search, no matter what happens.

Arthur had no sense of worry in his mind whatsoever, though. He cared only for the Lost Colony, his son, and nothing else, nothing more. He won't stop until he has his answers—if it meant the ship would go down in the process, then so be it, he doesn't care. It means nothing to him.

But, as the weather grew fouler and fouler by the hour, it has proven to be a greater challenge than any would have ever believed it to be.

The Captain of the ship stumbled as he approached both White and Harland in little to no hesitation and shouted over the roaring seas. "I am afraid we can't go on any longer with the search! The storm is growing stronger by the minute!"

White pursed his lips, staring at the Captain disappointingly. He thought long and hard about this and when he had finally given in to his internal arguments, he opened his mouth to speak, but Arthur took over.

"No! We will continue the search!" He exclaimed indignantly. The rain was pouring harder than ever; everyone was getting drenched from it and cold as the wind howled against the sails, but Arthur ignored it—he almost felt nothing, not a shiver was coming from him. "We can make it through just a little longer!"

This boosted White's stubborn side, so he took part with Arthur. "Yes! If anything, we will go to the nearest land, take shelter, and wait until the storm clears!"

"We cannot," bellowed the captain, still shouting over the storm, "We have already lost three anchors, we cannot and will not risk the loss of another!" He stops his shouting and proceeds to talk in a somewhat apologetic tone in consideration of what he's going to say next, though he still makes an attempt to sound clear. "I am afraid we will have to return to England. I give you my condolences."

"What?" Arthur said in bewilderment. "Go back? Are you mad? There are women and children out there, possibly in danger—my son is out there! For God's sake, I will not lose the colony, I will not allow it!" He argued furiously. "As your nation, I command you take us to the blasted Croatoan Island, or rest assured, I will have your head!"

The Captain gawked at Arthur incredulously. White himself was also taken aback by the English nation's behavior. All the men on the ship were watching from where they were standing in silence, while some walked by to hear more clearly, though they didn't get any closer to them.

Only the wind, waves, and the rain drowned the silence between the three men who stared at each other. After some consideration and hesitation, John White broke the voiceless silence, speaking in a loud tone, yet he did not shout.

"Very well. We will abandon the search and go back to England."

Arthur's head snapped towards White in disbelief. "What?" The cold he nearly felt went away. It was replaced by the rage growing in his chest, his ears pulsating and hot as he glared at the man. "What about your family, then!" He spat spitefully, "You are willing to leave them behind when they could be out there, possibly in danger?" He looked at White in a very cynical way. He's honestly disappointed that he has to go through this nonsense—all he wanted to do was find his son. That was all. After glancing at the two, he tried his best to look and behave more coolly this time. "Look, we are nearly there—we must go, and we WILL go!”

White winced at the remarks on his family, deep remorse pouring over his features. If he could defend himself at that moment, he would have said that he didn't really have a choice in the matter, and no one could search for the colony dead, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything as the image of his daughter and granddaughter were creeping in his head. The Captain could only stare at the English nation for a moment of silence before he tries to reason with him. “I truly apolo-"

“WE WILL GO!”

Arthur's voice bellowed across the ship for everyone to hear, even in the thundering storm and the splashing of the waves. His face was scrunched up in anger. The Captain sighs as he stared into angry forest green eyes. Then he turns around and raises his voice to a shout, directing it at the crew. "Turnabout! We're headed for England!"

A huge sensation of fury has taken over the English nation; it was even stronger than before. He dangerously glared at the back of the Captain's head and growled a curse under his breath. All sense of rationality has left his being when he reached for the hilt of his sword and drew it out his scabbard, ignoring the scraping sound it made. If they're going to defy against him and ignore his orders, then he will make him pay.

But it was two of the Privateers who managed to stop Arthur from his crude intentions. They immediately took hold of him before he could reach the Captain; few more men came over to help hold the English nation down more securely when he started thrashing and struggling against them as he shouted in frustration (he had dropped his sword from the few men stopping him before he had gone berserk). His eyes flashed darkly at the Captain who now looked at him cautiously.

It wasn't until a few moments when Arthur had released himself from their hold after yelling at them to let him go from the top of his lungs. He fell on his hands and knees after stumbling away from them. He remained there in shame, letting the heavy rain pour on his back. He lowered his head to hide his pitiful face. His shoulders quivered visibly as a shaky sob left his trembling lips. Tears rolled down his nose and plopped to the wooden floor along with the raindrops.

This is the lowest he's been in his life. He wanted to disappear. More tears came, but it was hidden from the rain. He let out another sob as the image of his son crept into his head. He'll never see him again. The Roanoke Colony is long gone, and he is mourning his Lost Colony.

"...Elliot..."

Arthur was pulled back into reality with a gasp when a loud snapping sound emitted from out of nowhere. He quickly looked up, his eyes glinting in anticipation, and around to see if Alfred had returned to him or was nearby. But when he looked down, he saw a branch split in half and a hare running long past it. He let out a long, shuddered sigh, after having held his breath in high hopes; he leaned his forehead over his hand that was planted on the tree next to him for a moment.

His face was a mess from the tears he had shed, and he's still fresh of it. So many things are running in his head, though he couldn't comprehend most of it —he felt disoriented and hollow.

Back when he returned to his homeland after abandoning the search of the Roanoke Colony, he had decided to make an addition to his name. Arthur Elliot Harland. He bore Elliot as his middle name in memorial of him and he wanted it to be a reminder to him. He's been haunted by his past for so long and he's been trying to cope with it as best he could. He spent a majority of the years sulking and being miserable from how poor a father he was to his first son.

Even so, he's still convinced that he isn't any better of a father. When he first had Alfred, the Thirteen Colonies, he had been so hesitant in raising him because he feared he would lose him like he lost Elliot; he thought he wasn't worthy of a person to raise a child anymore, but he did so anyway because he wanted to. He wanted to better himself as a father and provide for the boy as much as he can.

And he will. He will not give up until he finds his boy, no matter what. No one can stop him now.

So, what is he doing still standing here?

"...Papa..."

Arthur's head snapped up when he heard something from a distance. He didn't know if he was hearing things, but he could have sworn he heard a familiar voice crying for him. Could it really be?

Another faint shout and it made Arthur's stomach leap. It has to be!

He immediately wipes away his tears and wastes no more time standing there, gawking like a fool and moping about any longer. He starts powerwalking through the woods.

"ALFRED!"

His voice was croaky from crying, but he made sure to sound loud and clear for his son to hear. He continues in the direction of where he heard Alfred's cry. He only hoped to find him unharmed. He would never forgive himself if he was. Arthur waited to hear his cry again so that he could have a better understanding of how far away his son is from him.

"...Papa!"

He was getting close, but he's still quite a ways away. This time he goes to a sprint as he shouted his son's name again, hoping he would follow his voice as well. The boy must be so scared. He can't wait to hold him in his arms.

He ran for what seemed like an eternity. The breeze hit his face as he ran past trees, bushes, and twigs. He ran until his lungs and legs burned, but he didn't care. Not even a thousand men could stop him—he needed to get to his son.

"PAPA!"

His voice seemed closer. It was as if he was within arm's reach. He kept running and scanned the area for any sign of him. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears when he finally caught sight of him standing a few yards away after he looking to his right. He skidded to a stop—almost tripping in the process—and stood there, catching his breath. His chest was heaving, his lungs begging for air. A few moments later, he blinked and stared at the boy to make sure that his eyes weren't deceiving him—that his son is actually standing before him

And there he really was. He was covered in dirt, for the most part, but it's still him. A huge sense of relief washed over him.

"B-Baba...!" Alfred blubbered incoherently as tears started pouring down his face, blinding him of his vision. He stumbled while he ran towards him, his arms reaching out for his father.

Arthur felt his legs moving as he muttered his son's name, running towards his son until he dropped to his knees and collided against him in a tight embrace. No words could describe how overjoyed he was to have found him and to finally have him in his arms where he is most safe. He lifted his son off the ground and held him close, keeping his arms locked around him in a loving hold, one hand over Alfred's head and the other holding him securely. The boy leaned into Arthur's shoulder, his wailing partially muffled and his tears soaking his father's shirt. Arthur didn't care though. He was too busy silently crying into his son's shoulder as well.

"P-Papa, I'm... S-so sor-ry!" Alfred sniveled through hitched breaths. He knew he was wrong to have run off into the woods, chasing the bunny rabbit that he wanted to play with. Moments after he lost sight of it, he tried to find the way back, but he realized didn't know the way. He was lost. He had gone too far into the unfamiliar woods and he didn't know what to do. Alfred had cried a lot then. He cried as he called for his papa, hoping he would find him, but he also cried over the thought that he might not find him and he'll be lost forever. He cried because he was hungry and because his hands and knees hurt after he tripped over a tree's root. But now he's crying because he's happy that his papa found him.

In an attempt to calm the boy of his crying, Arthur caressed Alfred's hair in a soothing manner as he softly hushed in his ear. "There, there," he whispered, "No more tears, poppet, I am here; you do not have to worry any longer." From here on forth, he's going to make sure never to let this happen again. When he was searching for his boy, he had planned to give him a strict lecture, but he had forgotten the moment he first saw him—he’ll make sure to do that once they get home.

A few moments have passed as Arthur stood silently in the midst of the woods, holding his precious son, who leaned his head against his father’s shoulder. He was just about to start walking the way back home until all of a sudden, a growl rumbled from the deep pits of Alfred’s stomach, breaking the silence between the two, aside from the boy’s sniffling and the chirping of the birds.

Pulling himself up and looking sheepishly up at his father, the young colony sniffled before saying, “Papa… ‘m hungry…”

Arthur smiled at the boy. “Are you now? Well, don’t you worry, we are headed home, poppet. As soon as we get there, you will have your favorite meal.” Alfred’s eyes light up in delight at the sound of that; his lips curved to a big smile. “Cake!”

“No, no, that will be for desert,” the English nation chuckled at the slight disappointment his son was giving off, “For dinner, we will have meat pie. Is that not your favorite?” He asked, tilting his head curiously. Alfred puffed his lips as he nodded, which made his father hum appreciatively. It was his favorite, but he really wanted cake; it was his most favorite food to eat.

And so, Arthur walks forward in fast pace towards direction of his home, with Alfred still in his arms. Although there are many times where he is required to travel back and forth from the Thirteen Colonies to his homeland, no place ever feels like home without his son.

🎊👏🏻👏🏻BONUS SCENE👏🏻👏🏻🎊

“Papa, papa, no! Please don’t take Merry away!” Alfred cried, pulling at his father’s sleeve desperately.

Arthur had promised himself that he would let Alfred’s nursemaid go after everything that happened. If she hadn’t been so reckless as to let her guards down and not pay attention to his son when she was expected to as his nursemaid—or if she hadn’t been so incompetent and went after him before he could go any farther—then Alfred would not have been lost in the woods after chasing a blasted hare.

Meredith, the nursemaid, clasped her hands together with her head hung low. She felt greatly ashamed of failing her master. She knew better than to stay behind in the mansion and wait for Arthur to tell him about Alfred’s escape, rather than going after him regardless of her fears of the woods. She wouldn’t dare blame him for letting her go because of the poor actions she made regrettably. If only she had been braver, maybe then she wouldn’t have put herself in this terrible situation.

Alfred continued to pull on Arthur’s sleeve, trying to get his attention. “Please, it was my fault! I chased the bunny rabbit!” He whined, dragging his feet on the floor; tears were already threatening to spill. He really didn’t want his nursemaid to go.

Arthur closed his eyes and sighed through his nostrils impatiently. “Alfred. Stop.” He had already given Alfred his lecture after dinner, though he didn’t sound as strict as he does now, because of how worried he had been for his son. He even made an exception not to give him a proper spanking after the trouble he’s caused.

The nursemaid’s lips trembled as he listened and watched Alfred begging his father not to let her go. It pained her to see him like this because she didn’t want to go either. So, she built up the courage to finally speak. “M-Master Arthur, um…” Meredith started with her hand raising in an attempt to grab his attention, though her calling was enough.

When he looked at her expectantly with a frown, she slightly held her breath. A part of her regretted grabbing his attention, but she has to do this. “Ah… F-Forgive me for intruding, sir, but...” she lowered her hands nervously and looked down at the end of her dress, “I... would very much like If you would give me one… one more chance…” Meredith bit the inside of her lower lip, her heart beating faster than she’d like. After one moment of silence, she realized that she had forgotten to include to her plea, so on impulse, she looked up at him and sputtered; “I-If you please, sir… I-I promise not to be so careless anymore. I care for the boy—I truly do, with all my heart.”

Forest green eyes stare at the nursemaid in uncertainty. Looking down at Alfred’s pleading eyes and back at the girl—who again, lowered her head in shame—Arthur pursed his lips. A lot of things were going in his head. Part of him was considering her and Alfred’s plea, but then another part of him is trying to convince him to send her way, that she has proven herself to be useless to the household.

Alfred squeezed his father’s hand in persistence; he would do anything to have Meredith stay.

A sigh left Arthur’s nostrils, his impatience going lower and lower by the minute, but he ignored Alfred’s distracting behavior for a moment. It took him a while for his thoughts to finally come to a conclusion and making a decision. So, as Meredith bashfully looked up, Arthur looked her in the eye in a stern manner, with only a hint of a pompous look to him.

“… Very well.” The nursemaid let in a sharp intake of breath and immediately let out a shuddered sigh of disbelief and relief, covering her face with both her shaking hands as tears started trickling down her cheeks and a gentle sob left her lips; her shoulders quivered with every sob. “I will give you one more chance, nothing more. So, I suggest you see to it that you do your best in not making any more reckless mishaps, whatsoever. Do you understand?” Meredith immediately nodded her head and eagerly mumbling “yes, sir, thank you, sir, you have my word,” as she wiped her tears with the tips of her fingers, another sob slipping out.

Alfred let out a cheer and leapt delightedly in the air. He was so happy that his favorite nursemaid was given another chance; he got on his tippy toes and wrapped his arms around Arthur’s waist. “Thank you, Papa, thank you!” He nuzzled his head on his father’s stomach and then looked up at him. “I love you, Papa!”

Arthur couldn’t help but smile back at his son. He stroked the back of his head and lowered himself to give him a peck on his little forehead after holding the strands of his hair back. “I love you too, poppet,” he said lovingly, “now go, run along. You will be having your bath soon, so you best prepare, yes?” Alfred nodded and hummed, but before he would go, he immediately went to Meredith and hugged her as well. She happily returned the embrace with a gentle laugh; she bent over and rubbed his back softly. It lasted for a few seconds until the nursemaid parted herself from the hug and kindly instructed him to do as he was told by his father.

And with the pitter-patter of his feet, Alfred went upstairs, but little did Arthur know that he will soon be dealing with a hyper little boy running around the house in a rebellious act against taking a bath.

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and there you have it! i hope you enjoyed, more so the birth girl (if u dont, then too bad, ur taking it and thanking me anyways cause u dont know the amount of stress i went through making this, so you better love it)

ok now, let me break some stuff down for those that may be wondering about the whole concept with the roanoke/lost colony and such: cas pretty much came up with the headcanon that the roanoke colony was england's first son and i thought it was pretty interesting, so i went with it. in a way, it sort of explains why england would be so protective and pretty possessive of america (apart from the fact that england becomes way more obsessive and controlling by the time america grew up to be in his teenage years with him and the colonists getting more defiant and all) and the thought of england losing his first son brings out the drama in me lmao (and i don't even like drama)

also i think there's some foreshadowing when england promised himself again that he wouldn't let alfred get himself in trouble again because that little boy will go off into the woods again at some point lmfao

i tried to be as historically accurate as i could, so if there are any errors regarding the history of the Roanoke Colony or anything in this story in general that probably doesn't make sense, then it's my bad (cause i feel like there are). i tried my best and i did my research for the most part, but honestly, i'm not gonna worry too much about it since this is more for entertainment than education.

anyways, catch ya later. hit me up if you got any questions or leave your thoughts (again, BE GENTLE, im a virgin)

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jj-lynn21 · 4 years

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THE CLUB starring Bill Skarsgard as William Casik 8

Warnings: angst, SMUT

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He stroked her hair after letting go. Watched her look at him as she held back tears. He grinned at Alice wiping her tears away. “I told you no one would touch you but me and I meant it.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered before she leaned down to kiss him.

He grabbed her hips tugging them into him as he roughly kissed her back. Tongue prodding for her to open. Once she does, he twists his tongue around hers and she hungerly does the same. Alice’s hips now rocking into him. They take a quick breath before attacking each other again.

“Is there some where private we can go, Sir?” Alice begs as his lips move to the sweetest tender spot on her neck. “Oh, fuck Please Sir.”

He grins, “No need for that Alice. Look around you. Tell me what you see happening.”

She looks around the room. the lights have dimmed. There are couples and groups making the most of their time together. Very few of them have any cloths on at all. All of them are at various stages of sexual exploration. Alice’s eyes are wide.

“Tell me what you see, Alice,” he orders.

“I think everyone here are fucking around, Sir.” She looks back at him with surprise. “And they are almost all naked.”

He chuckles, “So that means they won’t notice us at all.” He pulls off her dress tossing it beside them. He buries his face between her breasts and pops the back of her bra off with one hand. He pulls at it with his teeth until she lets it slide off her arms. He spits out the bra on her dress. “Now we match the others. We are half naked.” He pulls his jacket off. And starts to unbutton his dress shirt.

“Are you? Are we? Right here in front of this whole room of people?” She grabs his hands.

He grabs her wrists, “I told you I want to take you right on the bar and since no one else is occupying it that is exactly what I plan to do. Trust me its stable enough.”

Others start to moan as they get deeper into their animalistic behaviors. The music stopped for the night as the DJ parties with a few people behind his turntable.

Alice’s legs around her man right above his pant line when he stands. She holds tight with her legs and arms pulling herself against him. He undoes and drops his dress pants along with his boxers. He slides a finger in and out of her bum as he carries her to bar.

Alice tries to move away from what he is doing but if she lets go, she knows he will most likely let her fall for not taking whatever he offers. “Sir, what are you doing?” she moans body feeling loose.

“Anything I want,” he growled pushing her back on to the bar. He hovers over Alice his eyes on fire with lust. “Your about to get fucked Alice.” He grins as he pulls one of her legs up on his shoulder. Her other leg holding around his waist.

Alice closes her eyes looking away from him as he starts inside her. She moans softly at first going through the motions as she usually does with William. Then she cries out as he starts to thrust harder, going in deeper than she’s ever felt. Her walls pulsing burning with initial rejection of his length and girth. “To...much…” She cries.

“Fuck, I know, so fucking tight,” He backs out going in again a bit slower as he stretches her. “Should have had this pussy stretched out by now.” He pants, “Never felt you like this.” His mind tangles around the situation.

Alice’s nails dig into his back as her hips rise and fall with his every move until she finds some comfort. “Ok…uh…oh…your…oh damn, its good there, Sir.”

“Fuck I know its good, Alice.” He starts thrusting quicker again deep inside. “Best pussy I ever had.” He grits his teeth.

Both of them really moaning out now. Sweat pours off theirr bodies. Pleasure pain ripping through Alice’s body. The feeling he gave her when she first came starting to bubble up inside her. “More, Sir” she whines out loud.

He lets loose groaning with each hard thrust. “Come with me Alice.” He positions himself to rub against her clit until her back aches from the friction.

“Yes, Sir.” She moans out, “OH MY FUCKING…” as the pleasure takes her to new heights.

“FUCK YES yes oh yes…” He washes her walls with his seed. “fuck” He leans his forehead against hers. “I don’t know what the fuck you’ve done to me, but you certainly should have done it sooner.”

She whimpers as he holds himself inside her still.

He brushes her drenched hair back to kiss her lips. Looks at the discomfort on her face. “You’re fine Alice. It’s just so warm inside you I could fall asleep like this.”

“Please, don’t Sir,” She begs.

“Alright, Alice.” He leans down to kiss her again. “I’ll take you to our room so we can rest some. But I’m going to need this again as soon am able. And tomorrow I’m hitting that luscious ass of your.”

She whines when their connection is severed. She never wanted and not wanted something so much in her life. It was like something was missing once he had pulled out. She koalaed her body around him as he took them to a large master bedroom.

He laid with Alice in the bed letting her cuddle close which he had never done before. No other woman had ever gotten any actual sleep with him in his personal bedroom. But he covered her to make sure she was warm before he drifted off to sleep.

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THE CLUB starring Bill Skarsgard as William Casik 3

Warnings: Alice’s back story, mentation talk, parent instilling fear of sex, a little forcefulness, ridicule.

Notes: dream board is my creation, but some pictures are curtesy of @Billofourtime and Tim Richardson for Número Art (2019).

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Alice fell asleep the day she kicked William out of the house for in her mind being disrespectful and sex crazed even though he didn’t even ask for sex. It wasn’t Tuesday, Thursday or Saturday so it just wasn’t right to feel needy for his touch. It was never right to feel like she needed him close. Besides she had the curse to deal with which made her a disgusting human being to all men.

These were thoughts instilled in her at nine-years-old when her mother decided to tell her about the disgusting dreaded curse all women have to deal with each month sooner or later. She went into explicit detail about her own issues when she started at nine-years-old. Being so young and already developing large breasts for her age made her a target for, as she put it, deserved ridicule. Because she had bigger breast than anyone in her grade, she would hear her classmates and even some other adults whisper, slut, as she walked by trying to hide her shape from the world.

Her own father couldn’t even look at her. Her mother, Alice’s grandmother, said it was all due to the curse. And she instilled this in Alice. “You always sit up straight Alice, crossing your legs at the ankle,” Her mom employed. “Don’t look at men directly. They will just think you want sex. And you don’t want it. When you marry you let him have sex with you laying on your back only. And only once a week. Maybe more if he seems uncomfortable or grouchy. He might want to do other disgusting things, but you won’t have it. You’re a good girl. You don’t need desires. That’s a disgusting word even. If you end up with a guy so sex crazed, he can’t handle the rules you live by he can take care of himself in the bathroom. They can do just fine with that sweetie. Don’t let them say otherwise. They can be disgusting creature. But sometimes the heart gets in the way of a female’s better judgement.” She sighed heavily. “Just be a good girl and you will be happy. I promise.”

Alice was a late bloomer unlike her mother. She didn’t start getting “the curse” until she was six-teen. Even with all the talk of being a good girl from her mother, her mother took her straight to the gynecologist to put her on birth control. With what her mother witnessed on television and in society in general she would never believe her daughter wasn’t thinking about having sex and would have sex as soon as a guy got her in the back seat of his car. Alice was beautiful after all wither long dark blond hair that she started dying lighter blonde when she was fourteen. And she had big ocean blue eyes.

Boys in school started to notice her eyes in Jr. high. Her figure was average. But her eyes just got everyone’s attention when she did look up. Usually she would look down so no boys would think she wanted sex. She would hangout with her girlfriends at the local pizza place after a school sporting event and they would invite boys, but she barely spoke a word to them. That was until the first boy she friended, Roger. He seemed not to mind she didn’t look at him when he talked to her. He just figured she was really shy. After a few weekends of going out in groups with friends he asked if she would meet him at the library to help him with an English paper.

“I really suck at coming up with topics, Alice,” He claimed. “And your really good at this stuff, so will help a guy out?”

That’s the first time she actually looked up at him for a few seconds. Her heart pounded. She hurried to look away not wanting to tease him since boys always hate that and it gave them rights to you according to her Mother of course. She blushed but shook her head yes that she would meet him.

He smiled, “You have beautiful blue eyes, Alice. You should look up, so I get to see them more.”

She was scared as her hormones toook over long enough to look up at him again. She didn’t even care at that moment what he wanted. He seemed so sincere. His smile so adorable. He wasn’t one of the boys that ever got in trouble. Everyone at the school loved him as far as she knew. His black wavy hair was shiny. His dazzling brown eyes made her forget what was drilled into her head in that moment. It was a whole new feeling of wonder.

When her mom picked her and her two girl friends up from pizza, she noticed a different kind of giddiness in her daughter. She also heard her friend Molly mention the name Roger and making kissy faces at her as her daughter giggled uncontrollably. When her friends were dropped off her mother confronted her with suspicion.

“Are whoring around Alice?” She said bluntly.

“No Mom,” She shook her head emphatically. “I was just with friends. We all chatted and had pizza.”

“Were there boys there?” She asked.

“Yes, and lots of girls and just friends talking,” She rushed her words.

“I see, so you were talking to boys and thinking about having sex with them, weren’t you?” She smirked.

Alice gasped “I wouldn’t Mom. I would never do something so disgusting or look or anything bad. I’m a good girl.”

“If you say so Alice but right now, I’m now sure you are cable of having control of yourself.” She took a deep breath pulling into the driveway. “I think that was the last night out with those girls you think of as friends. They put you at danger Alice.” She got out of the car and when inside.

Alice cried herself to sleep that night but ultimately thought her mother knew best.

The next day at school caution was thrown out the winder when Roger said, “Good morning, Alice. Do I get to see your eyes today?”

She looked up at him with a smile, “Good morning Roger.”

He took a step back, hand on his heart, “Oh the eyes and a smile. Your going to destroy me, Princess.”

She giggled. Roger chuckled. He carried her books to class. He wasn’t an extremely tall boy. Only maybe five foot eight. So, when she looked at him which she was getting used to now, she barely had to look up. He borrowed a pencil from her in English. When he went to grab it, he brushed his hand over hers not thinking anything of it really. He just wanted to feel her skin on his just for a split second. She froze. Her face flushed. Her chest heaved with breath. A jolt of electricity swept through her body with a dash of guilt perhaps.

Roger tilted his head, ‘Are you alright Alice?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” She liked the new feeling.

She didn’t fear it. She wanted to embrace all the butterflies in her stomach. She wondered if he was feeling anything like this. She wondered if he loved her or could love her or if she loved him? She wouldn’t dare tell a soul what she was thinking. These had to be the slutty thoughts her mother warned her about. But they didn’t feel dirty or bad. They felt good. She even felt a something unexplainable to her at the time down lower than the butterflies. That couldn’t be good, could it?

Roger reach for her hand as she got up to head to thier next class. She nervously took it. It felt nice. A lot of people were smiling and seemed happy for her and Roger walking down the hall together. She felt happier than she had ever felt in her life.

Alice had her mother drop her off at the library the next Saturday. She had the same paper to work on that Roger did, so it wasn’t a lie when she told her mom, “I need to do research for an English paper.”

Her mother dropped her off planning to pick her up when the library closed. She was doing her paper on medieval fairs and how they mimicked literature. She didn’t see Roger, so she looked up where most of the books on medieval practices were. She would use family photos and memories of fairs she had been for comparison.

Roger came up behind her whispering in her ear, “I got us a private study room. My books are already there.”

She was startled. Her heart rate shot up. She turned pushing herself against the bookcase away from him. A frightened look on her face. He made a pleasant innocent smile as he stepped back.

“I’m sorry if I frightened you Alice,” Roger whispered. “I just think we can talk about our projects more in a private room. We can’t talk at the open tables. I got some books on Romeo and Juliet and the original play. I was going to compare it to modern day love. Do you think that is a good subject to discuss in private,” His face moved in closer, “love?”

Her nether regents were tingling. Her body shook a little bit in warning. She didn’t listen to her body. She grabs some books for her project and followed him to the private room. She sat down. Roger sat right beside her. He read over the cliff notes version of William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet as she perused a thick book on medieval romance. He took her hand in his as he read. She smiled at him. He kept reading but knew she was looking.

He finished reading the cliff notes before looking over to her. By that time, she was back to reading and taking notes from her thick book. “What do you think?” He rubbed his thumb over her hand.

She looks up from her book, “About what, Roger?”

The grin on his face made her stomach do flips. He moved quicker than she could reason. His free hand undoing her jeans feeling his way down as he kisses her deep. His tongue pushing through her tightly closed lips to stick practically down her throat in her recollection. She pushed him back as hard as she could slapping him across the face when she got free. She grabbed her notes and ran out of the room straight out of the door of the library. Her pants still undone until she got outside and did them back up.

The only reason she got free is he didn’t expect a fight from her. Some of the other shy girls he “studied with” weren’t exactly shy when he had them alone. He was in shock. The slap completely throwing him off guard. Fucking ice Queen bitch, he mumbled to himself before getting back to work on his paper. He actually planned to finish it. He just thought a little impromptu make-out session in the library would be fun for them both. He was wrong.

When she saw him come out a few hours later she hid so he didn’t see her still crying. She went back inside for the last half hour the library was open. After checking out the books she still needed for her paper, she went in the restroom to freshen up as best she could. She couldn’t have her mom knowing what happened. She didn’t want anyone to know what happened. But in her mind, she was already tainted. And by Monday morning she was The Ice Queen, Bitch or Slut tease. Just as her Mom predicted, she let her hormones take over her better judgement and became the school whore. Even though she did nothing wrong. In her eyes it was her fault for looking at him in the first time.

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