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adultprivilege · 5 years

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I've ranted about this so many times on main that I need to say it here:

The idolization of classical music is not just racist and sexist, it is blatantly ageist

Coming from a huge music nerd this is important for me to say: BEEHTOVEN IS BAD AND MOZART IS WORSE. I dont even know if other pianists are aware of the way we've been brainwashed by Europeans but Beehtoven and Mozart were mediocre at best for average musicians, and for musicians who stood the test of time, they are TERRIBLE.

These two musicians, and most pre-1900s classical musicians in general, are only so famous because they are meant to symbolize the pinnacle of white society and the achievements of whiteness. I like Monet, I like Tchaikovsky, but if that's the best we can do then white people should not do music.

Wanna see a dumb person say dumb shit?

Who is some people? Tell me right now who do you think some people are?

I love this tweet because it so perfectly encapsulates everything that older white people believe. So many people (mostly white and old, #yupisaidit omg I'm so unique) talk about rap being the cause of gang violence, black on black crime, younger people having lots of sex and doing drugs. Imagine believing that the music young people listen to and black people create (and I can get into the exchange of black culture and youth culture at a later date) is an epidemic.

It's funny because that happened all throughout the 19th century.

(Above: "flappers" aka rebellious young women who liked to party and listen to jazz -im not kidding that's literally what a flapper was - of the early 1900s dancing in what were considered short and scantily clad dresses for the time, then another picture of flappers posing for a picture with their boyfriends)

In the early 20th century teenage girls and women in their 20s became so famously known for having more sex, drinking alcohol, being unashamed to dress in shorter skirts, that the term designated to them by older white men - flapper - is now considered a historical term. And you've DEFINITELY seen old films depicting black jazz musicians as illiterate speaking in slang always cheerful with a bunch of other gross stereotypes given to them. No one liked jazz and no one like ragtimes.

(Above: Chuck Berry onstage, Little Richard in a cover photo -both black- and a bunch of white teenagers in the 60s posing on jeeps and pontiacs trying to look punk and cool)

I feel like it should be known by now, Elvis is not the king of rock, most white rock musicians were highkey appropriative and when young black popular music switched to blues white rock musicians tried to follow suit inconspicuously for profit. I'm mostly basing my info of rock and blues on Peter Guralnick's Feel Like Going Home, which isnt the most progressive book you could buy but if you're looking for a comprehensive musical history of the 1950s onward focusing on how young white people rebelled against their parents by participating in black culture, you should definitely read it. Guralnick described how as a young white kid he and his friends would listen to rock all the time, and try to dress in fancy outfits and pose the way Elvis posed, sort of trying to look and behave the way they imagined black people look and behave (again its not the most progressive if could be). Adults constantly judged youth for listening to rock, and all the new kinds of music that came with it that were created out of black culture.

"The first time I heard Little Richard's 'Tutti Frutti' was on the car radio on the way to school.

A-wop bop a lu bop a lop bam boom

Tutti frutti, oh rooty

It burst out at us. Our first reaction, I think, was one of chagrin. Somebody's father was driving, and he expressed our discomfort before we could ourselves. 'What command of the english language,'he said and switched stations. We all laughed self-consciously because it was, after all, our fault."

(Above: Mamie Smith on an album surrounded by black men on trumpets and various brass instruments. A party full of black teenagers listening to rhythm and blues.)

Rhythm and blues was another form of music pioneered by black people and exchanged with youth culture, and put down as a way to dismiss both identities. Again, from Feel Like Going Home:

"Country blues, which was at first considered too disreputable to record, remains to this day too funky in a pejorative sense to merit serious attention."

"These blues were common property long before they were set down on paper, however, and if the recording of the classic blues singers stimulated a new period of growth for country blues, WC Handy himself admitted, 'Each one of my blues is based on some old N**** song of the South, some old song that is part of the memories of my childhood and my race. I can tell you the exact song I used as the basis for any one of my blues.'

Instrumental jazz started out as the articulation of that same feeling, an ingenious approximation of the human voice."

And eventually the music was used by youth as a way to rebel.

"We thought of blues, when we first took it up, as protest music."

Which brings us to hip hop, rap, trap, and the like.

(Above: Duckwrth in his music video for Soprano, Angel Haze with a group of their fans mostly white and everyone in the photo looking pretty blatantly queer)

Obviously right now you are aware of the fact that black people pioneered these three genres, and obviously you are aware that they appeal to a much younger age, because you're living in this time period.

It doesn't matter what the music is. How many times have we seen the narrative that a teacher makes the young black student more interested in school because poetry is just another way to rap? White adults struggle so much to comprehend the evolution of music and its pioneers being black youth that they literally think they're teaching someone when they say that maybe instead of participating in black culture you could do something that is similar but a lot more white and I'll consider you more intelligent just from that. It's an attempt to destroy black/youth culture.

Which brings me back to that goddamn tweet I love so much. Yes, Shapiro is technically a millennial, but hes this type of millennial I hate, the one that thinks they have to compensate by saying "I was born in the wrong generation" "I have an old soul" "antiques are some of the finer things in life". They love the aesthetic of not having computers or phones or really any new technology, they want to live in a creaking house and use a typewriter and die of polio. Ageism is so strongly connected to racism because if you've internalized some ideas of white supremacy, as Shapiro ABSOLUTELY has, you develop a need to connect with white eurocentric society, and as the world becomes more integrated that becomes harder and harder to do until you develop some nostalgia for the 90s, for the 50s, for years that you weren't even alive to be nostalgic for. So these people decide to listen to classical music as a way of saying "I'm not like anybody else in my generation."

And I'm not just going to blame youth because obviously it's mostly the oldest generations saying that music taste is a sign of intelligence and that music contributes to teen pregnancies and drug use and criminal activity. This has been said about so many forms of music because the number one priority for people who have a goal of maintaining ageism is to prevent culture from evolving. Or more specifically, allow culture to evolve, but only to the point where hairstyles and clothes and tech and music tastes can be weaponized to separate and criticize younger people and maintain superiority. Older people have a vested interest in making the many parts of your culture, especially the parts of youth culture that are also black culture, seem crude and inappropriate and reflective of your moral character.

It doesnt matter if you don't listen to rap. You still have to tell people you're not like your generation, avoid using slang like lit and yeet, put on a tie every day, work 60 hours a week and not live in poverty, and talk shit about your own generation just to escape one of the caricatures of youth. And at that point you just enter another caricature that is the "born in the wrong generation" stereotype. Once older people know you're seeking their approval, they (possibly subconsciously, but this is also a very conscious tactic used by pedophiles) compliment you by saying you are very professional, you have an old soul, that you are mature for your age. They make you easily manipulable. So it's a bit terrifying to even try to gain that accreptance.

There are so many people nowadays just like Ben Shapiro who are listening to classical music that was made in 18th century Europe or previous. There are so many music history classes in schools that only teach about Bach, Beehtoven, Mozart, Tchaikovsky, Debussy, all that. If you are going to listen to classical pieces, stop rehashing the old shit. You shouldnt be listening to music out of a desire for cultural "purity" and a feeling of superiority.

If you need to listen to classical music, listen to these:

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If you think music can have an "authentic" sound to it, listen to these:

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TDLR: the ideation of classical music has been used for more than a century to dismiss black/youth culture, to separate our generations and use our cultural contributions as a way to demonize black people and younger generations, and to manipulate youth into a desperation to appeal to older generations.

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wannaonestars · 7 years

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the little mermaid au! ong seongwoo

the following scenario is based on the traditional storyline. please keep note that there are many different versions of the story, and not just the disney one.

ok so you’re the mermaid/merman (your preference) who adores humans bc like it’s so cool they have legs?? the idea of having legs and being on land just FASCINATES you and you’re sneaking around the shores to watch humans

and one day you’re just swimming on the surface and saying hi to the cute seagulls when you notice the sky turning dark and the clouds getting shady so like it was basically time to go

but just then you notice a ship floating like nowhere cLOSE to the shore

even though mermaids were always called a myth and you’d get chewed out if anyone saw ur tail you’re like…I need to save them >:((

and so you swim over to save the poor souls when suddenly rain just started POURING and the winds picked up out of nowhere and then you saw a body fall into the sea

you’re like oh shIT and suddenly accelerated in water to save the poor soul

you eventually find him and you get rly alarmed bc he isn’t struggling or anything he’s just kinda lifelessly sinking

you grab him and basically turn into an underwater jet bc you’d never swam so fast no not even when your mermaid mom told you dinner was ready

getting him to shore was so difficult because 1) the human was heavy and 2) you had no legs so you had to crawl to get far enough onto land

the dude (seongwoo if y’all didn’t realize yet) still wasn’t moving and you were panicking like??? he shouldn’t be dead yet

you do the mermaid version of cpr which was to….press your lips against his to suck all the seawater out of him

a minute later you start getting dizzy because you’re getting too dry so you had to crawl back into the sea…and you proceed to go back home but you just…couldn’t get that man out of your head….

meanwhile a princess from a different country visiting seongwoo’s found him collapsed on the beach and shook him awake and seongwoo’s like…what happened??

let’s call the princess rika like that snake from mystic messenger

anywaYS

rika told him that she “”saved”” him from drowning and he’s like…oh and that’s what she ends up telling the his father aka the KING and rumors spread around the palace like crazy like everyone was like damn they probably gonna get married now

meanwhile on yOUR END you were swimming towards the sea witch’s domain to ask for a pair of legs because after being on land and feeling the frustrations of being unable to stay for too long you REALLY wanted to become a human

the sea witch asks for your voice in exchange which was…a huge price

your singing is like the only thing that anyone’s ever praised you for so giving it up would be the same as tossing away half of your identity but…u know what, in the human world no one’s gonna know u anyway

so she casts a spell and gives you the legs u wanted and then shoots u out of the sea

after you get to shore and struggle to get the hang of walking for like 7 hours you pick up some rags to cover yourself bc that stupid witch didn’t give u any clothes

you just want to explore the village and ur getting looks bc wtf ur wearing some dirty rags with sand all over and wobbling like jello but u don’t rly care

suddenly you find a boy aka sEONGWOO in a quiet part of the area just…dancing and you were like!!! oh my gOD that’s amazing how can his legs and arms move like that…

and without thinking you start…singing a melody to go along with his movements and seongwoo snaps his head around and is like??? holy moly what but a split second later he breaks out into this wide grin and just keeps dancing and going along to your wordless song with a contemporary style

you’re a little weirded out urself bc weren’t u supposed to lose your voice??

the witch from her chamber: SHIT I FUCKED THE SPELL UP

anyways ur like lol whatever my win and when u end your song seongwoo approaches you and is like…hey, who are you?

let’s pause for a second and imagine seongwoo with a long sleeved white collared shirt with the first few buttons not buttoned and like windswept black hair

anyways ur like holy triton he’s hot and you tell him your name and he starts questioning where u live and stuff and why you’re dressed like this and when you’re unable to give him a proper answer he’s like…hey do you wanna come with me? bc he figures that you might be an abandoned child

he smiles that prINCELY smile of his and says “you sing really well. i’d love to have a performance with you again.”

and then he calls his horse over to give you a ride back to the palace

listen…if u thought seongwoo driving a car was good pls imagine prince seongwoo riding a horse

when you guys get to the palace rika dASHES towards seongwoo and swallows him into a hug and you’re both like?????

rika: bABE!!! father agreed to our marriage!!!!!!!!!

seongwoo: what

rika: it’s in two months!!!!!!!!!

seongwoo: wHAT

he’s so confused because his father literally nEVER discussed this with him and then a few seconds later when he finally understood the situation he immediately pushes rika off and sprints to his father’s study to argue

seongwoo: father?? why am I suddenly hearing news of marriage????

father: well, she did save you from drowning

seongwoo: I doubt it wtf her clothes weren’t even WET…like the most she could’ve done was shake me awake dad

father: ridiculous. I believe her claims like i’ve known her for three dayS seongwoo that’s enough for me to be able to tell that she’s an angel >:0. you’re already a young adult my son you need to find a partner soon so unless you can find a better option than rika then this marriage is gonna continue.

ten minutes later seongwoo comes out upset and annoyed and without saying anything else he just leaves for his room

you follow him bc like :((( poor bab. his door wasn’t locked so you just enter and ask if he’s okay

seongwoo smiles a little and just says “yeah…” but you knew he wasn’t

you: hey…it’s okay to talk to me about it

and tbh??? you’re literally the first person who’s ever shown any hint of genuine care for him without any motives…all seongwoo remembered from his childhood was getting spoiled silly because no one dared to get on the king’s bad side

and he tells you how he’s frustrated with all these decisions getting made for him and that he has absolutely no interest in an arranged marriage with someone who he doesn’t even know and for a whole half of hour he kinda just spills to you his entire childhood and the little things that he had been annoyed with but never had anyone to tell

and then he just exhales bc like that was sO much that he just dumped on you…and this is the point in which seongwoo unconsciously develops a special bond with you

and then he lets out a little laugh and ruffles your hair and is like lol sorry…let’s get you some decent clothes to try on ok? and he calls some maids over to get ur shit together

while changing into these weird (BUT EXTREMELY PRETTY) new clothes you realize that he was the boy you saved…but who would believe you?? you couldn’t be like hey guess what i’m the mermaid who saved u but i became a human last night

like the ppl here seem stupid but not that stupid

when you meet seongwoo again at the balcony with your combed hair and pretty clothes seongwoo was like oh my god…..they look gorgeous

he didnt say that tho like this is still ong mcongity the ongth ongster seongwoo

so he just winks and said “you’re gorgeous but….well, now ur next to me buddy ;)”

you shove him a lil and he laughs and then he asks u if you could sing for him again

and he just dances to your music all night long with an expression of pure bliss and at some point he grabs your hands and makes you dance with him hehe

cue ur dumb mermaid butt falling and tripping like 99 times but seongwoo enjoys it so much that he just laughs and pretends to fall with you

the next few days is just you and seongwoo singing and dancing like whenever y'all pass by each other in the hallways he makes the uGLIEST expression and just moves his arms and legs like an octopus and that always makes you giggle so hard bc that actually reminds u of ur octopus friends fredrick and joseph back at sea

he didn’t give a flying flick about wedding preparations and always avoided talking about it by grabbing you and fleeing to the town square to perform in front of whoever wanted to watch

rika always got livid whenever she hears that both the prince and u disappeared and would stay up as late as she could to “talk about it with her future husband” but u know what seongwoo doesn’t give a flying flick about her either so it’s just “yeah yeah” before he leaves again

you two get so much recognition and love from the townspeople they’re adore the performances so much and just get drawn to y’all like they’re in a trance

it’s so much fun!! some people even joke that u two are perfect for each other lmao

seongwoo: folds his ears to hide the blushing red tips

and then it gets to the point where!!! the king!!!!! asks you two to perform for the visiting countries!!!!!!!!!

it’s such an honor but honestly you feel so pressured bc like what if your voice cracks???? but seongwoo notices your nervousness quickly and so he walks over and grabs your hands and squeezes them and just says

“i believe in you.”

and your heart just MELTS bc…seongwoo had the softest and most gentle look on his face when he said that

“i really, truly, absolutely, definitely, totally—”

“stop,,,,right there,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,” like dammit seongwoo DONT RUIN THE MOMENT

and then he takes your hand in a much more elegant manner and leads you onto the dance floor…where the two of you perform with every fiber of your being

once your song and his dance and the thunderous applause ends seongwoo turns to you with this grin that stretches across from one end of his face to the other and u rly can’t resist smiling back as widely as he is

a short while later you two are at the balcony again laughing about stuff when suddenly seongwoo goes “you know…I really wish that this could go on forever…like, just you and i dancing and singing together until my bones break”

you don’t know what to say to that bc his expression is so serious like he doesn’t look like the usual joking dude who eats ur slice of pizza when ur not looking

and suddenly u feel seongwoo leaning closer to you….like his face is INCHES away from yours and u can feel his breath on your skin…….

“if you agree to it…i can ask my father to stop the wedding so that….you and i can be together instead…”

you’re like sweating right now bc??? what is he saying???? and for a few seconds you can’t tell whether that loud thumping sound was coming from your chest or his

“you’re the first person who i’ve been able to confide in and talk to…I don’t care what your background is, I—actually, what am I saying haha this is embarrassing, never mind—”

“yes”

his eyes pop wide open and he’s like??? what?????

you make this embarrassed lil smile and just go,,, “i’m willing to spend the rest of my life with you, ong seongwoo.”

seongwoo’s entire body just flares up and this burst of joy EXPLODES within him and he’s absolutely unable to contain it so he suddenly pulls you into a bear hug and spins you around and around

and he’s laughing like…after over twenty years of being treated like a he could never be a normal person and enduring the fake kindness being thrown at him for self benefit he finally found happiness and it’s honestly the BEST feeling that he’s ever experienced

and you’re laughing while in his arms but the you suddenly say “"hey…but what if i’m a mermaid?”

he almost drops u like wHAT

but then a second later his wits take over bc hey he’s ong mcongity the ongth ongster seongwoo

and he makes this playful grin and is like “it was my childhood dream to marry a mermaid”

this is probs gonna be like the longest scenario I ever write… anyways, thank for reading this far LOL I hope you liked it!! this is probably 100 times more cliche and stupid than it already was in my head but lmfao i’ve always kinda wanted to put twists in original fairy tales. maybe i’ll do this for other members? idk, we’ll see how much inspiration I can get ٩( ᐛ )و

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monsters-of-nyc-blog · 7 years

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Monster AU Part 5: King George Interlude (Lams)

Alex checked his phone for the fifth time in the past five minutes. I'll be home in an hour, stay out of trouble. Alex groaned and threw his phone. He was hungry and he wanted his fucking pasta. He stood up grumpily and made himself a bowl of cereal. John was actually taking too much time in just picking the italian food four streets away from Alex’s apartment. It was just two plates of pasta, and anyways, what did he meant with stay out of trouble? It's not like anything could happen, right? Alex hummed quietly to himself, settling down at the table. He could swear he heard a noise at the window but when he looked, there was nothing there. He pushed it off as his lonely imagination and started eating. But soon enough, the silence in the apartment was interrupted by the sound of the crash of the window. Alex eyes were wide open, surprised by what just happened in a matter of seconds. And to make it even worst, it was not any ordinary enemy of his, it was the one and only “King” George. Alex rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall. “Oh it's just you. What the hell do you want? “ He asked, annoyed that the bastard had ruined cereal time. “Maybe I should’ve entered by the door, you’ll have to pay for that my friend!” The King said, mocking him. His annoying british accent was something Alex hated with all his soul, “I would’ve send a disciple or someone else but i need to make this a little bit more personal” The king walked toward Alex, “So, where’s your precious boss? We need to solve some… things” Alex laughed darkly. “Wait really? You think I'm going to tell you where he is? Hilarious. Leave. “ He pointed at his door and glared at the King. When he didn't move Alex rolled his eyes. “Or you could stand there like an idiot and just not get answers. Your choice. “ The King laughed, but this wasn't something to laugh about “Listen, Hamilton, I'm not here to play your stupid little games, okay? I really need to talk to Washington and I’m pretty sure you want to collaborate with me, instead of paying for the consequences” Alex took another step back,noticing he was now trapped against the wall with no way out. “Doesn't matter how bad you want to talk to him. You're not getting him. If he wanted to talk, you'd be talking. “ He cocked his head like a confused dog. “And what consequences? What can an old man like you do to me? “ “Old… Man” the king said, he was furious “Listen, boy, I am known for a lot of things, how I rule a whole empire of vampires, how I can make everyone bow to my feet, and especially… How i can get what i want” he said and his eyes turned into a dark shade of red. It was really quick, but now George was choking Alex holding him high up against the wall. “So now stop acting like a little bitch and tell me where the fuck Washington is.. “ Alex tried pulling off the king’s hands, much to no success. “I'm… Not.. Telling you.. “ he choked out. He kicked at George and growled angrily, eyes turning bright red. “Let me go asshole! “ “Asshole? You dare to call me an Asshole?!” The king shouted, and pulled out a silver knife, holding up so his victim could see it “Tell me where Washington is, now” Alex tensed up at the knife. Any ordinary knife would be fine, but one made of silver could actually kill him. He kicked his legs more, trying to touch the floor. “My answer is still… NO. “ It didn't matter to him whether or not he got stabbed. Washington told him he'd have a much worse fate if he ever revealed their base. Alex made a bad decision that night. The king smirked, he looked like a psychopath and he didn't have any good intentions. He needed to know where Washington is, his worst enemy, and what can you do instead of attacking straight up to your enemy? Attack what they love. “TELL. ME. WHERE. HE. IS. NOW” with every word, a cut was made into Alexander’s body, arms, chest, leg, and even when he finished talking he made 5 new cuts. “TELL ME, TELL ME, TELL ME” Three more cuts, the king really did everything he could to get what he wants. Alex whimpered loudly. It hurt like a bitch but he stayed quiet. 200 years of loyalty, he wasn't going to just stop. He flinched at every slice but kept his mouth shut, deciding just all out protesting was better than arguing. There was a heavy feeling in his chest. One that he didn't like and it was growing stronger the weaker he became. The king delivered more cuts in Alex’s body, screaming for the location of Washington, but when he saw Alexander with his mouth closed like doors, he knew he wouldn't talk. Twelve, twelve more cuts and heavy breathing “You’re not going to talk, aren't you?” Silence, and then The King sighed “Fine, as you wish” he dropped Alex on the floor and then walked away up to the kitchen, he opened the fridge and said ‘Bingo!’. There were five bags of blood Washington gave Alex every week. The king looked back at his victim and then, got his fangs out and drank through the bags in seconds “Lets see how you recover from that now” he dropped the bags on the floor and walked to the window “I always get what i want, Hamilton, always” and then jumped out. Alex stayed on the floor for a long time. He had his hand on his neck in shock. What the everloving fuck just happened. It hurt. Everything hurt. That never happened before. Alex didn't get hurt. Ever. He stared at the window, not even registering the bags we're lying empty around him. Where was john when he needed him? Tears started falling from his eyes before he could stop them. And the thought that he was weak enough to cry made him cry even harder. But before Alex could drop another tear out of his eyes, he heard to door, maybe that was the best sound he could ever hear in his whole life. “Babe! You won't believe what happened at the-” he heard the bags hitting the floor “ALEXANDER HOLY FUCK” His boyfriend ran up to him and kneeled down “JESUS CHRIST I LEFT FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU OKAY? GOD OBVIOUSLY YOU’RE NOT, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!” John had fear in his voice. Alex sniffled and continued staring at the window. “Old friend… Needed something. I guess I'm not much of a talker…. “ He reached up to wipe his eyes but cried out in pain from the cuts. “I wasn't too helpful. John it hurts I don't know what to do ,I don't… I don't get hurt. I feel so small like anyone could crush me. What the hell happened to me?. “ “Shh shh shh, baby d-dont talk don't say t-that!” John started kissing his boyfriend face, cheeks, nose, forehead, eyes, mouth, a bunch of small kisses that always made Alex feel better “You’re not small, you’re big, you’re strong, and the most important part is that i'm here, and i’ll never leave your side” John said, he felt so stupid, if he arrived just a minute earlier he could’ve helped. He felt useless, but now it was time to help “Alex, Alex you need blood, wait here” he ran up to the kitchen and checked the fridge, nothing, then he looked down and every bag they had left was empty dry on the floor “Did you drank them all? Oh God look at you of course you didn't, that sick bastard” he said and ran up to his boyfriend again “Alex please tell me what can I do” he cried. Alex let out a weak whine. “I need blood… He took it all. I'm too weak to go hunting. “ He felt pathetic, the feeling only growing stronger by the second. Of course there was always one way to get what he needed but it was an incredibly stupid idea and dangerous for the both of them. He pushed the idea to the side and hung his head. “I just want a hug… “ “Alex, n-no, you need blood” John said, he may not be a vampire but he wasn't stupid. He clearly knew what his boyfriend was thinking, and yes it was dangerous for both of them, but John would do anything for Alexander, anything. He holded his hair in a messy ponytail, pulled his shirt off and nervously, pointed his neck. Alex had bitten John before, but not for this kind of uses, just playful bites that didn't included his fangs. “Come on, drink up” Alex stared at John’s neck hungrily. “No, I can't it-it's too dangerous. “ John stared at him expectantly and Alex sighed. He wasn't too sure it would work but he decided it was better than nothing. He felt his fangs grow out and he crawled into John’s lap. He kissed the spot softly before biting into it and drawing blood. John at first felt relaxed, ‘this isn't thaaat bad’, but just a few seconds later he started feeling like if his soul was being sucked away, it was a burning feeling, it hurted a lot. John’s eyes turned brilliant gold because of the pain, he felt like if he was going to turn and he was trying so hard to control it. John started growling while Alex just drank his blood in a more painful way. Alex kept drinking from John, distracted by his sudden thirst. He wrapped his arms around John’s waist to pull him closer. His eyes were glowing at that point. John has fought a lot of creatures, he was even burned once because of a witch, but this kind of pain was uncomparable with anything else is his whole life. Not even turning in a full moon, which he thought that was the most painful thing for him, could be compared to this kind of pain. And it only got worse. John felt Alex holding him tight, like if he was his pray. He looked at the ceiling waiting for it to end but it didn't, they pain was so big he growled like a real wolf and he felt his fangs going out. “A-Alex that's enough” Alex whimpered like a child, holding him closer. “No!” He mumbled. He was losing control, like he would before John. “Don't wanna. “ STOP YOU'RE HURTING HIM! The voice inside him cried out, giving him a headache. “No. More. I want it all. “ you're going to kill him! “That's the point! “ Alex giggled. John only being able to hear the psychotic side of the conversation. Human Alex was desperately trying to claw his way through. John thought, ‘okay, just a little more, he almost dies’. He was suddenly crying while that pain in his neck was only growing. His breathing got heavy and started to sweat, ‘oh no’, he said to himself. His nails suddenly where sharp claws, and his teeth turned into fangs, this was the point when the pain was going to make him fully turn, so Alex needed to stop. John’s eyes glowed more and then he growled “I SAID, ENOUGH” and then pushed Alex away. Alex’s back hit the wall the king left him on. His eyes went back to normal and he seemed to come out of a daze. He saw John and put his hand over his mouth. “John! Did I do that to- oh fuck of course I did… Why are you looking at me like that?!” He squeaked, slightly scared. John’s eyes were still shining, it would take some minutes for him to go back to normal. He looked at Alex furious, and growled, making his boyfriend more scared. He breathed with his mouth open, Alex could clearly look at John’s fangs. “Be more fucking c-careful next time…” He stood up and walked up to his boyfriend “Are you better now?” EGGO Alex nodded quickly, staring at John with wide eyes. “I-i'm okay. Are you” “It hurts like a bitch” he answered, then he looked at his hands and sighed “It will take some minutes for this to disappear” John laughed and then looked back at his boyfriend with his shining golden eyes “I'm glad you’re okay” EGGO Alex smiled sadly. “I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened it's like I was suddenly a different person. It was terrifying. “ Alex paused and smiled wider. “You're eyes are pretty like that. You're pretty like that. “ John did felt like a beast every time his fangs, claws and real eyes were out. He smiled, showing his fangs, and blushed a lot “T-Thanks” he helped Alex get up “And i don't blame you… you were weak and almost dying, it's pretty normal” EGGO “I've never felt so weak and… Humiliated? In my life. He wasn't even doing anything bad, just choking ne and slicing me up but still, that shit is degrading sometimes. “ He buried his face in John’s chest. He hugged his small boyfriend, trying to be careful with the claws. “It's okay, I just want you to know that you are not weak, you’re one of the bravest and strongest people I know-” he was going to say something else, and then he realised “wAIT ALEXANDER DID YOU SAID SLICING?!” He pushed his boyfriend back so he could see him, and then growled again but this time by accident “... Sorry for that” Alex shrugged. “Your growl is only scary when I am being a dick… And oh this stuff? “ he looked at his scratched up, slightly bloody body. “It's… Nothing. So um. How about dinner? “ John smiled and then blinked a lot of times, his eyes came back to normal and so did his hands and teeth. “Thats a great ide-” he suddenly stayed quiet and then looked back at the bags at the floor, with all the pasta also on the floor “... I’ll call the chinese restaurant”

#lams #alexander hamilton #john laurens #king george iii #violence

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