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alwaysshallow · 7 months

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— gorgeous, part 2

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

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A man's attention, charmed by clumsiness. You truly hate it. (2,7k)

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The second time you see him? Two weeks later, a routine visit.

He doesn't call you at all, to ask something, he doesn't text you either; Bernie said that he reacted with a thumbs up reaction on a reminder about the visit, which made you chuckle. He seemed like that type since he wasn't talkative in person. You wouldn't accuse him of being super witty in text, he was just dry.

But, he would probably text if something was wrong with that adorable, orange stray cat that he practically adopted – so, you were pretty calm.

Control visit was necessary to check if the bone was healing good, if the kitty didn't need anything more.

And, besides, it was your chance to break the ice once again, and talk to him again. It was frustrating how you wanted it, but that's the thing about you – you could bring the best from everyone, make them talk, so what the hell was the matter with that incredibly tall, British guy? It was a mystery all along, and you were more than eager to solve it, especially when his cat was your patient.

Everything just needed to... work. You had to make it work, to get through that tough facade that he had because that was a facade, right? No one was this... composed, cold. Professional.

At least you thought.

You peeked out of your room again; the corridor was empty, you couldn't see even a damn soul that looked like him – and by that, you meant that scary skull mask that he had on the last time you saw him, since you didn't get to see his real face beneath it. He was already seven minutes after the time he was supposed to be in, and if he would make it fifteen, you were sure to close that clinic. Somehow, it was again a late visit, and you weren't so eager to wait for him forever.

Every minute counted when you were hungry, and you literally dreamed about a warm bath coming along with episode of Criminal Minds.

"Sorry. We had... problems." you heard, as the door opened finally after another two minutes; there he was, but... different.

The voice and his eyes were the only things that you recognized because everything else was just... different. He was without his skull mask and balaclava, looking perfectly normal, like he wasn't the guy that scared the shit out of Bernie two weeks ago. Black hoodie, jeans in the same color, white sneakers – his figure was even more muscled in those clothes, instead of military ones.

And you could see his face, what was probably the best thing about it all. Messy blond hair, not long, but long enough to curl a bit under the humid weather, face that had a big scar at the right cheek, and a couple of smaller ones in the rest.

You couldn't tell where exactly they were, as his eyebrow automatically arched in a question, and you felt your cheeks burning a little, so you started staring at the top of your shoes instead.

For fuck's sake, he was blonde.

Out of whole palette, he had to be a motherfucking blonde. The irony of it all striked you in full force; you thought he was brunette, just because of his mysterious demeanor. Like, maybe it was stereotypical way of thinking, but brunettes always were... different than blondes.

Yet, that one seemed to be the famous "exception" of the group; blonde that wasn't a talker, blonde that seemed like he's keeping everything to himself.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." he murmured, snapping you out of your thoughts.

One of his hand in his jeans, another holding the transporter – shortly after, he put it on the table.

You wish you could have Bernie here for support in that moment, but she had to leave earlier than she was supposed to – family business or something, but she needed that, so you just gave her a free time. She was too precious for her own good.

So, you were all alone with that interesting man. Maybe it was for the better? Less people, he could talk freely, he knew you a bit, and you really hoped for more scrapes of information from him. Every one counted. "Mm, no. You just look different" you sighed, seeing a glint of amusement in his deep brown eyes, but you said nothing about it, as you approached the transporter, seeing sleeping kitten in it.

You automatically smiled. "How is she?"

"Besides the times that leg hurt her more when she tried to walk or stand fully on her paws, she's good, I think. She wasn't really eating for a day or two, but I... managed." he said, his expression stern, when his gaze was darting between you and his cat, when you were examining her.

It seemed like everything was alright when you were touching her broken area, but you had to do an x-ray, so as the last time, you informed him and did your thing.

You came back a few minutes later, already with a scan so you wouldn't make it more awkward than it should be. Seemed alright, that x-ray; not too bad for a stray that was rescued and probably didn't trust Simon like normal cat would do, adopted one, not betrayed by humans. Involuntailry, you looked at her again, as she licked her owner's hand, when he played with her through a cat transporter.

A little smile crept up on your lips, as you observed that scene.

Something was making that big guy soft after all, you thought.

"It seems like everything is healing pretty good" you started "it's still early to let her walk on her own, so you have to be careful still, even if..." you didn't finish your sentence, as you tripped.

You didn't even realize what caused it, but you felt embarassement already, thinking that if you will hit something in result, will put you in a grave, and you probably you won't show your face to that man ever again.

Clumsiness? Your second name, so to speak.

Nothing like that happened though; a firm hand gripped your arm in place, preventing you from falling, and as you looked up at Simon, his stern, yet calm expression, you just felt like a blush is forming on your cheek. His hair was falling comfortably on his forehead, as he hummed, like he was considering something, when your gazes locked in, his eyes meeting your grey ones. Curiosity killed the cat, but you wanted to brush his hair with your fingers, just to see if they were as fluff as it seemed.

It also seemed like you were keeping eye contact with him for twenty minutes, when in total it was five seconds, when you snapped out of it and backed off before doing something more stupid than tripping – but hell, it was worth it for a close view like that.

"Careful over here." he mumbled in low voice, crossing his arms over his chest.

"...right, thank you. I don't wanna end like up like your cat, who's gonna treat her then?" you raised your eyebrow, trying to sound amused, you even made a joke (bad one) – you wanted his attention anywhere, but not on your cheeks right now. "Back to what I was saying, even if she wants to move more, you can't let her overwork herself, right? So it won't get worse."

He nodded.

You were grateful he wasn't teasing you about that blush on your cheeks; not only it would make your cheeks go redder, but it would be utterly awkward, and you didn't want that. Not at least after the time when you made a proper conversation with Simon.

First one – you noted – because that conversation that was two weeks later didn't even count as a conversation – more like, exchange, something professional. Right now, it was professional, sure, but it also seemed... comfortable enough for you to not stress what are you supposed to say, or if he's gonna beat you up.

You examined the cat again, searching if something was wrong, or if she needed anything else, but she seemed... taken care of perfectly, though. Her furr was so different from the last time; now, fluffy, she was being well-fed, you could tell. It cherished your heart, truly, it always was a good feeling when a stray found perfect home.

No matter if perfect home was in 6'4 giant with perfect, blonde hair, brown eyes that could make you drown in them easily. No matter if that giant didn't want to talk at all, or he was just reserved to strangers like you. A true wonder, that man – you wondered if he was like that to his friends too, because he had to have someone, right?

"Okay. You're good to go" you said after a few minutes, as you started to clean the room; at least to sanitize things that needed to be done, you couldn't leave it all on Bernie, when she's gonna open up the next day.

"How much?"

You raised an eyebrow, chuckling. "Nothing."

"Nothing? $50 will do?"

"Jesus Christ, Mr. Harris" you groaned, turning to him, as you continued cleaning, going to the very end of it. "You dropped $90 two weeks ago, which is way too much, and..."

"Thought it was average prices for something like that." he interrupted you; for a few seconds, your gazes locked, and you could swear that you've seen a glint of interest.

Have you catched it somehow? You couldn't help but wonder, when he was counting the money, taking bills out of his wallet; you took only $5, not accepting the other $45. Not only he was overpaying for a routine visit, something that you adviced him to do, but he was annoying about it. His look spoke volumes, as eyebrow was cocked, but he just accepted the things as you put them, without saying anything else.

"It's just routine visits." you muttered when he walked out of the examination room, and you closed it swiftly. "Not something to pay for."

"I'm just appreciating your work. Late one, to be exact, no one's staying as many hours as you do, 's all." he explained, observing how you closed the front door too. You knew he wanted to ask something, just by that look of his, but he wasn't saying anything else.

"I'm good, no need to do that" you smiled weakly. "Part of the job, I love it too much to not stay over my hours."

"Mhm."

He nodded to you, which probably meant goodbye, considering that after that, he walked away. So, despite he couldn't see it anymore, you nodded back, and got into the car, thinking. It was a good conversation, you tried to tell yourself – he showed his face too, pretty one. Not to mention, he catched you in embarrassing moment, when you were about to fall, so...

You rolled your eyes, sighing. Why that occupied your mind? It wasn't like something was about to happen between you two, yet, thoughts that you had looked like one of a schoolgirl that has a crush. Pretty embarrasing.

What was more embarrassing though, was the fact that your car wouldn't fucking start, no matter how much you cursed under your breath. You tried multiple times turning the key in the ignition, and yet, it wouldn't start, it sounded worse than your grandma with asthma. Having no knowledge about cars that was going beyond changing oil and such sucked because you had no idea what to do right now.

Calling your mechanic would be a good option, but Celia wouldn't pick up, you were certain. Doing something on your own? Not a chance, you'd probably fuck it up even more than it already was. Leaving your car here seemed like the best options, but your apartment was a bit far, and walking to it in the middle of the night...

"You want for that battery to die badly, huh?"

That familiar voice made you jump a bit, and turn to no one but Simon, who looked at you with his piercing eyes, a transporter in his hand. You couldn't help but wonder, how the fuck you didn't hear his walk? He was, like, a motherfucking giant, and in theory he should have a tough walk, the one that you usually hear. Heavy one.

But no, no. This guy was sneaky as a fucking cat, and his swift, not noticeable movements were just preparing you to have a heart attack.

"Pardon?" you raised your eyebrow, looking at him.

"If you're gonna turn your key multiple times" he leaned a bit closer "you're gonna kill your battery. It's better to wait 'till morning."

You hummed in response, as you looked at keys in your hand; he was right, it was no need for you to try, you had maybe a one in a million chance for that beast to start. So, you stepped out of the car after rolling your windows up, and you locked it.

"Better to call the mechanic?" a sigh came out of your lips, as you adjusted your bag that was freely on your shoulder.

"Probably. Wouldn't want to make it more of a mess" he shrugged, keeping the pace of the walk with you. "Livin' far from here?"

His deep voice, with a British accent to it, made you shiver at his question; it was getting to you. And when you crossed your grey eyes with his? It was hard to not trip again, even if it was a pretty straight road.

Was it a little too forward to say that you were a sucker for different accents?

"A bit." you replied. "Not my first rodeo with walking from here, so I have my shortcuts, you know."

Simon raised his eyebrow.

"Not your first?"

"Sometimes my car does little tricks, you know. Like today. So, I walk, what other choice do I have?"

"How long it's been since you checked your car?" he asked, after a few seconds.

You let out a chuckle, as you tried to remember when you actually visited Celia. A few months? Six? More or less, even if your mechanic actually was reminding you that you can hop in every once in a while. It's not like you were always busy, you could just have a day off, since you were your own boss, or you could just close earlier.

It was just... a fuck up, from your side, honestly. It wasn't your smartest thing you've done, but shit happened sometimes.

"Around six." you managed to mumble with a bit of shame, as he gave you a look.

"And for six months you occasionally walk to home in the middle of the night? Instead of, I don't know" he snorted, rolling his eyes "maybe going to mechanic?"

You huffed.

"You make it sound worse than it already is" you pointed out, amused, despite the fact that he practically called you out.

He was right, and you knew it very well.

"Although" you started talking again "it's the perfect scenario for tragedy, you know. Kidnapping, being murdered in those bushes. Really."

Simon, before completely disappearing from your sigh in some alley, gave you a polite look that spoke volumes about what you said. Yet, he didn't dare to disagree with you, he probably thought of that too.

The headlines in newspaper would be funny. Vet died on her way home or Mysterious disappearance of Addison Frost. That second one sounds like a book or something – you thought.

"Take care, once again. Would hate for Sparkles to have other vet." you managed to hear, when you parted your ways, walking in other direction to your homes.

Sparkles.

So, it's the name of his cat.

You smiled under your nose, as you thought how adorable it is to name an animal like that. What was his inspiration, though? Has he looked to ideas on the internet, or he had it in mind? He didn't seem like he was a big softie and just decided on that. Maybe he had an inspiration?

You couldn't help but wonder, thinking that probably Simon Harris will occupy your mind for a little longer, even if he was just a client.

A client that you managed to talk to, despite his cold demeanor.

Seemed like a reward to you.

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manicpixiefelix · 3 months

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alone with you

{ One-Shot for head, heart, hand. }

Summary: In a slight diversion from the events of he wanted to be in love (but you got in the way), Felix finds you outside the maze, and can't bring himself to believe you're anything more than passed out. So in denial, he brings you inside, gets you cleaned up, and dwells on the events of the night before, waiting for a best friend who will never wake up.

Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. FWB!Reader/Felix. Reader is from a well off family but has pretty much been adopted by the Cattons. THERE IS A MOMENT WHERE FELIX PICKS UP AND CARRIES THE READER, I APOLOGISE IF THIS IS IMMERSION BREAKING FOR ANYONE.

Warnings: you are dead in this one. ANGST, felix being in absolute denial to the point where its upsetting, felix dwelling on the argument from oliver's party and being in absolute misery. sad times at saltburn. so much denial and angst. felix interacting with your dead body as if it's alive (taking care of after a night out, nothing more)

A/N: 3103 words. so this is based on this beautiful prompt by @r1dd1kulus, however i do have to apologise that i tweaked the original prompt. it's mainly now just felix being in massive, upsetting denial and a study on reader & felix & the maze & the fight. i would have loved to include the lunch scene and the family being shocked and possibly playing along, but i'm genuinly sorry but i couldn't get it to work in a way that didn't feel like Weekend At Bernie's. which is a terrible thing to refernce at the start of my arguably saddest fic yet. love u, please let me know what you think, especially because i did some fuckery with the style and formatting idk have a time :o)

The poem used in the fic is the first stanza of Love's Philosophy by Percy Shelly.

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"Fi, please -"

"God you're cold," Felix pulls you into his lap, limp, quiet, still in those beautiful green garments from the party, "can't believe you slept out here, no wonder you're freezing," he mumbled to himself. Its still early, only just broken dawn, but he's been up all night, searching for you.

Without thinking, he pulls off his robe, maroon and still fluffy from a recent wash, and gently manoeuvres you to get it on. Now in the same white singlet from the night before and his pyjama shorts, he cradles you to him.

"Sorry for getting mad last night," he mumbled into your hair, delicately picking leaves and grass from you, "and making you wait out here; I should have known," his breath catches; he holds you tighter, "really should have known, of course you'd be out here." Then, barely above a whisper, he takes your ice cold hand, "love you."

When you're quiet still, unresponsive, he thinks about how messed up you were when he last saw you, stumbling, almost faceplanting on the dancefloor, how he'd chosen to leave you like that. Another wave of guilt, another apology murmured against the cool skin of your temple. It had been a truly rough state, no wonder it had hit you so hard. So he scoops you up, keeps you close, and carries you back to the house.

"Fi, please -"

"Duncan," he calls out, seeing the tail of the butler disappearing around a corner as he cradles you, carries you up the stairs. Duncan stops, peers back around, tired look in his eyes; Felix wonders if he'd slept either, "Y/N had a rough night, we'll be taking breakfast in our room," he informs. Duncan gives a tight-lipped smile and nods, gaze momentarily sliding to you in his arms.

"Will there be anything else, Sir?" When he means is everything okay?

"That's all, thank you, Duncan," Felix returned the tight smile and continued on his way.

He's not sure if he should be annoyed or concerned at your stubbornness, but he is gentle with you nonetheless, closes his bedroom door behind him with his foot and takes you straight to the bathroom.

"I didn't mean it," he murmurs, picking the pearls out of your hair that he'd watched you meticulously place the night before. You're propped up in the bath, and he's kneeling beside, desperately hoping you'll open your eyes to the sound of his voice, "about wanting you out for the rest of Summer, I couldn't even go one night." Everything he does is with care, wiping off your makeup, "don't know what I'm going to do when the semester starts," he says distractedly, "can you pull the kind of strings to let us share a room? If anyone could it would be you."

He takes his time with removing your costume, respectful of the detail you'd put into it, not wanting to damage any part if he could help it. When he runs the bath he apologises for it being so cold at first, but makes sure it never gets too hot.

"Let's get you warmed up," he's seen you naked more times than he could ever count; there's nothing lewd about this moment, all he wants is to take care of you. For just a moment, he holds your wrist, fingers against the soft skin where your pulse should beat. It must be weak after last night, or he's misremembering and holding the wrong spot, "love, can you hear me?" ("Fi-") Fear flickers in his heart briefly, but he disregards it out of hand, "remind me to never let you get this fucked up again," he tries to calm his own nervous heart. ("Please -")

He washes the sweat and grime and dirt of the night off with the body wash of yours that he's always loved the smell of, even if his own clothes are sopping wet from the effort by the time he's done.

"Better?" No response, "well when you wake up you should be feeling better at least. Warmer too."

And he dries you, and dresses you in the most comfortable clothes he knows you own, and tucks you into bed, telling you with a sigh to sleep it off. The clothes he throws on himself are comfortable too, the sweater he chooses from the back of his closet has always been too big on him, but he feels like he needs it now, needs to pull the collar up over his face for just a second to hide in it from the world. But just a second. Because he's fine, he tells himself, everything's fine.

There's two plates of food at the door; he's not sure if you'll be up to eat your before lunch, so he puts it on the dresser, shoving aside the delicate and meticulously chosen jewels and accessories you'd collected for both costumes last night that neither of you even touched. When he thinks too hard about the disappointed, heartbroken look you'd given him when he'd disregarded so much of your hard work last night, a lump forms in his throat.

So he heads to his balcony to eat, and try not to think about last night.

"Fi, please -"

But he can't. The details haunt him with how they all blur into each other. Laughter and lights, trying to drown out the betrayal of Oliver, the way you were please edging on betraying him too it seemed. Everything getting better, getting worse in a cycle - "I'm not a monster for having a heart, Felix."

He feels like a fucking monster.

The truth he'd called audacity and blamed on the drugs in the box that you'd pushed into his hands as you'd flayed his already damaged ego -

"You just don't like what the lies he used to keep you around say about you."

"I'm done with you."

He's never regretted something so immediately, but you knew him best, if anyone was going to be able to tear him apart at the seams, it would have always been you.

"I'm done with you."

But he was too wounded to do anything but double down. Kick you out. Fuck.

"Fi, please -" he'd made you cry. He was going to spend the rest of his life apologising to you for last night, and even then he'd never feel like it was enough. Because he was fucking aching, and hated himself, and saw you through the crowd when it hit him just how badly he'd fucked up. Couldn't face himself, his mistakes. Double down; he could blame it on the alcohol or the drugs or the betrayal, but it was his own fucking fault. Fuck. Instead of just enjoying the night, he watches Oliver catch you before you can fall, and he feels the spite and self loathing in his veins.

India was pretty and willing and there. When he takes her by the hand and tells her how magical the maze is, he's only thinking of you. He's thinking of every time he'd ever suggested trying to get lost in the maze because he was bored, and every time you'd followed him in without question. He remembers making out and hooking up and giggling as the two of you hid from Farleigh and Venetia; you two knew the maze far better than anyone else did, it was your place.

And he thinks about the evening where he found you with a copy of one of the many books from the library, laying in the middle of the maze, frowning up at it. Seventeen, hiding from the last days of Summer heat before it was back to school.

"Percy Shelly," you recognised Felix by his footsteps; no-one in the world could ever know him better, "writes nothing like his wife," you announced. He's having trouble getting a read on how you feel about this. But you snap the book closed and sit up, "what are you up to?"

"I wanted to see what you were up to."

Groaning loudly, you flopped back down, clearly bored out of your mind. You announce that you want to do something, but you don't want to be around people - Felix doesn't count, Felix never counts when you talked like that, he was yours, and you were his; indefinable. So he gets snacks and you have a picnic, but as it gets dark enough to see the stars, you're still strangely in your head. He's leading, because sometimes you get like this, even at this age, so you loop a finger through one of his belt loops and trust him to lead you to safety while your focus drifts elsewhere. He's even carrying that Percy Shelly book for you. It's a years old tradition; the maze always seemed to put some kind of spell on you. Sometimes Felix could even feel it too. This place was your place, this place was magic.

When he glances back, you're looking into the hedges, fingers snagging on the leaves, dipping further in to where all the vines and branches twist together and become impenetrable. Lips moving, he can't quite hear what you're saying, surprised that you're saying anything at all, but he can't help but stop. You run into him, and it's like the spell is broken.

"Everything okay? Sorry I was -"

"- talking to yourself," he laughs, but not unkindly. Judging by your suddenly pensive expression, however, you seemed to have been at least aware that you were doing it.

"Thinking about one of the Shelly poems actually, he's actually pretty alright, even if it isn't Frankenstein."

"Wait, he's Mister Missus Frankenstein -?" it's genuinely news to him, even at seventeen himself, but you clearly find his wording endearing.

"Yeah, but he's a poet," you grin. Very suddenly you look to your hand, still out, finger looped in Felix's belt loop by his hip, "um, he's good is all," Felix isn't used to you sounding flustered and is a bit caught off guard by it. He knows you don't judge each other, you never have -

"Which one?"

"No, it's- I don't remember, I'll get it wrong or something, it's stupid, I was just trying to do some Summer reading for school -"

"Come on, you were just -"

"Dunno, Fi, I forgot!" You practically shouted, taking your hand back to cross your arms, shrinking in on yourself in a surprisingly childish manner. Felix goes very quiet as he tells you it's okay, that you should just head back, it doesn't matter. Your footsteps still follow him, however, even as he makes a wrong turn in his confused, vaguely upset state. You don't correct him, you don't leave him, you just follow him, as you always have.

He hears your deep breath when you take it, hears you sigh in the way that means you're settling yourself, and it's like he can physically feel his heart ease when he feels that same pressure by his hip. Two fingers this time, curled in his belt loop. He doesn't look back, he still gives you whatever space you need -

"The fountains, um, mingle with the river," he can hear the awkward nerves in your voice when you start speaking, but he knows better than to interrupt, "and the rivers with the ocean, the winds of -" you pause for a long time, he can only imagine your face scrunched up as you tried to remember, "gimme a sec," you muttered, "this isn't quite the part I keep thinking about so I haven't been thinking about it as much."

"Surprised you even remember this much; your memory is so cool," Felix means it very genuinely, and your abashed laughter is like music to his ears.

"Okay, I think it's; the winds of heaven mix forever with a sweet emotion..." you trail off.

"It's nice," Felix offers, but you're quiet. Actually, you stop; it tugs on his belt loop.

"'s not the part," you frown, but can't look at him, "and I keep thinking about this part, and then I feel weird for thinking about it, because I'm like, this feels... like too much. Like I feel like a freak, even though, like, we're us."

You and Felix had been YouAndFelix for years by this point.

"What poem is it?" Felix asks softly, beginning to open the book, but your face scrunches up in embarrassment, snatching it out of his hands with your free one.

"Fuck, don't read it, fine -" you tuck the book under your arm for safekeeping, wearing an embarrassed little scowl. Then, under your breath you admit, "read it like twenty times, just this one bit, it's burned into my brain it feels like." And you let go of his belt loop, crossing your arms as you nervously shift your weight from one foot to the other.

"Spit it out or I'm going to make you do it in a way that's, like infinitely more embarrassing, and I won't let you leave until you do it that way," Felix threatens. You make a face, asking what the hell he intends to do; Felix puffs out his chest, "I'm gonna make you tell me it like it's one of mum's trashy Mills & Boon novels that she thinks we don't know about; gonna hold your face real close and make you look me in the eyes while you say it," he pauses, deliberating, "I might make stupid faces, I am still deciding on that -"

"Okay," you say softly, all quiet and nervous and surprisingly sweet.

"What?"

"Just maybe," you give a nervous laugh, "don't make faces; it might be easier for me if you're being weird about it - why am I even doing this, you're not holding me at gunpoint, I can just -"

But then Felix is stepping up to you, two fingers delicately lifting your chin, leaning in so your faces were inches apart.

"Better?" Low and warm like he's straight out of a romance film, he takes the moment serious, smiling softly.

He can see in your eyes that you're still nervous, but there's no-one else in the world who looks at him the way you do. None of them have even come close; he doesn't know when exactly either of you realised, but neither of you have even of a shadow of a doubt that you love each other. Moments like this seem to remind him. The maze is a magical place.

"With," you take a deep breath, focusing on him and only him as you reiterated the last line you'd given just before, "a sweet emotion;" you swallowed hard, "nothing," you blink hard and restart, an endearingly nervous shake in your voice, "nothing in the world is single," you take a deep breath and oh, he knows you well enough, knows why the line hits you in the chest, the same as it just hit him, "all things by a law divine, in one spirit meet and mingle," you wet your lips, finally having gotten over your nerves. Your gentle smile makes this whole moment shine, "why not I with thine?"

Of course he kisses you, fucking of course he kisses you! Of course it takes the two of you another half hour to get out the maze despite the entrance being around the corner, what's he going to do? Not make out with you until the two of you can barely breathe? No! He'd drown himself in you and that moment if he was physically capable of it? He's never felt so damn romanced in his life!

YouAndFelix. You are his. He is yours. Undefinable. Inseparable.

In the present he was barely eating anything compared to the amount he was tearing apart until it was essentially breakfast sand. He'd felt drunk and betrayed and desperately wanted to hurt you. It was the easiest way to hurt himself.

So he took India to the place he spent years falling in love with you, and defiled that magical sacred damn space, with his cock in the first poor, willing girl who didn't even matter to him.

"Fi, please -"

He needs you to wake up soon, needs you to say something, needs you to say anything to band aid over that stupid fucking fight that he wishes more than anything that he could take -

"Fi, please -" You were sobbing. You were fucking sobbing, begging, and he left.

"Felix, darling," his mother's voice from downstairs, peering up at the balcony. Hand up, shading her eyes, the workers move around her, clean up as if she's not even there, "is Y/N still with you?"

"Yeah -" asleep, asleep, warm and resting and tucked in and safe and sleeping it all off, every bad thing from last night. Wake up. Let me say sorry.

"Duncan said they were under the weather, is everything alright?"

"Sleeping off last night," he keeps playing with his breakfast sand. The jam holding it together makes it look like viscera. Too much jam. Too much blood. Too much. All too much.

"Will you both be making it to lunch? We're about to serve."

"Yeah, I'll -" what if you don't wake up for lunch? What if it's worse than he thought? Or what if you're still being damn stubborn and the joke's on him.

Please let the joke be on him. After last night he deserves it.

"- we'll be there."

He'll do anything for you to wake up.

"You're right," he should have said, "I know you're right. I know you're trying to help me because I can't see clearly because I don't want to face the world if that's what Oliver thinks of me. Because I love him. I love him for who he is now, I don't care where he came from, but it makes me sick to think that Oliver thought I couldn't love him - couldn't even spare him a second glance, if I didn't, at first, think I have to save him.

I use the people I love. I take everything for granted, even myself. Even you; especially you. I love you the most, I use you the most. I know I don't want to lose one of the people I love the most because he bruised my ego. I know you want me to see that. And I do. And I see how good you are to me, how good you've always been.

YouAndMe. You're mine; I'm yours."

"I'm done with you."

And the last thing he hears from you is the despair in your voice, cry as he leaves -

"Fi, please -"

#felix catton x reader x oliver quick #saltburn x reader #felix catton x reader #saltburn imagine #felix catton imagine #felix catton x y/n #felix catton x you #head heart hand fic #manic writer

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Francis Kinloch in the Müller-Bonstetten letters: Part 3

My translations here, German and French originals below the cut. Thanks to @acrossthewavesoftime for help on a particularly sticky passage!

28 Aug 1776

What can I do about it that my pen always flatters you? Now that Kinloch is also leaving me, you are everything to me. I understand your heart, I understand you in your absentmindedness.

Difficile est saturam non scribere. nam quis iniquae

tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus, ut teneat se.*

My letters will henceforth be different. My Kinloch departs from me, and B. is the only mortal whom I can embrace, at least once a week. [...] And he is Kinloch, whose hometown is, at this moment, being challenged by Clinton, who in this hour may have lost his entire fortune to the bombs or the sword, who knows that his gentle mother and his sister are exposed to the barbaric rage of the German troops, and who continues to calmly study the law, to prepare himself for great things, and even finds the time to love me, and to greet you.

*From Juvenal’s Satires:

It is hard not to write Satire. For who is so tolerant of the unjust City, so steeled, that he can restrain himself

18 Sept 1776

I wrote a long letter to you and did not send it, because I know that you always share my displeasures with me. I would rather harden myself against them; excepting vice and ignorance, there is no misfortune in the world for the wise; otherwise, what would be the purpose of philosophy! It has been a long time since you wrote to me; remember that I cannot be without you. Kinloch is leaving, when? I do not know, but certainly before the 10th October,* for three days to Iverdun; I am not going with him.

When K wants to leave me what little the war has spared him, and wants to renounce everything for me, and is angry that fate has not made him rich for my sake, then your friend feels the power of divine friendship over his heart, looks for it in vain among the others, sees only you and him.

*John Laurens writes to Kinloch on 30 September and mentions that Kinloch expected to leave for Italy earlier than planned, on account of the health of his travelling companion – and possibly a young lady he was courting – called Miss Stephens.

30 Oct 1776

Kinloch makes me happier than all 13 Cantons*. I have 3 letters from him, I will bring them for you.

*The 13 Cantons made up the Swiss Confederation until 1798, and were the subject of Müller’s extensive historical studies.

23 Dec 1776

At about seven o’clock I write my letters; weekly to you and to Kinloch; rarely to others on business; occasionally to Geneva because of the unrest; occasionally to a young person who loves me very much and whom I am training to serve in place of my eyes. [...] My happiest moments are those in which I find a new connection or a new direction, and those where I rise from my work, and walk around my room alone, my thoughts fixed on you and K. or on my future happiness.

31 Dec 1776

Kinloch writes, all his letters are full of imagination and sentiment; he has seen Cardinal Bernis, the Duke of Ostergotland, the Duke of Gloucester. The American army is scattered, Washington appears to be looking for a good peace for himself and his people; if the war should continue, K has determined to sacrifice all the happiness that awaited him, even the health that he only enjoys in Europe, to his mother. I can never praise the nobility of his elevated soul enough to you.

17 Feb 1777

Do you not think that I would do well to tell Kinloch not to look for anything for me, until I write otherwise to him again? [...] That which makes me unable to expect I shall ever be independent from the pen is my unlimited yearning for fame; all that I write, I want to make worthy of all times and all peoples: that makes the work long. But I am not anxious; I trust in you and Kinloch and myself. I want to send you letters about Italy from Kinloch along with my chapter!

1 April 1777

I embrace you, my brother and my friend. As soon as I am freed from the shackles of this death, I will live for you alone and for K. Farewell, farewell.

12 April 1777

And another thing: Yes, the Greeks had kings; these kings were planters, like Abraham, like our old nobility and the american Englishmen. If Kinloch’s 2000 acres in Florida and his Kensington, Kinlochfurt and Winyau* were laid together, Homer would have called him King Francis Kinloch.

[...]

Kinloch from Paris: “In this moment I receive yours and stretch the hand of fraternal love to you across the extent of country, that separates us my dearest M. The love of you is an essential part of my very being, and I could not sooner quit the one as the other. If there is a Being, whose eye pierces into the inmost recesses of our soul, he alone can know how much I love you, and how much, how ardently I desire from the very bottom of my heart, that it may ever be in my power to remove every obstacle that stands between you and the most supreme degree of happiness. The only service we can render one another at present, is to keep our friendship unsullied by any thing unworthy of it, to act as if we, each of us, had the eyes of him we love best upon us. The day will come when I shall be able to lay my hands upon your works, and to say with a smile of exultation: This man is my bosom friend. Trust me, K. will not be altogether idle on his side. I seldom, you know, give way to the effusions of my love, but when I do, the tears start into my eyes, and I am obliged to lay down my pen.” And you: “Everything brings you closer and closer to my heart.” Can I be unhappy, and will the warmth of your friendship not enrich my spirit? not ignite it? When I received Kinloch's letter I could not work all morning. Tell me, my dear friend: do you not love him too?

*Jucharte is a Swiss term for an area of land of 36 ares, though here being used synonymously with acres. These names presumably refer to Kinloch family owned land at Kensington and Weehaw, though it’s not clear what or where Kinlochsfurt (Kinloch’s Ford) is, as well as the 2000 acres that Kinloch Sr acquired in East Florida.

28 Aug 1776

Was kann ich dafür, daß meine Feder immer für Euch anseht? Nun mich auch Kinloch verläßt, so sind Sie mir Alles. Ich verstehe Ihr Herz, ich verehre Euch in Euren Etourderien.

Difficile est saturam non scribere. nam quis iniquae

tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus, ut teneat se.

Meine Briefe werden künftig noch anders seyn. Mein Kinloch scheidet von mir, und B. ist der einige Sterbliche, den ich wenigstens Einmal wöchentlich umarmen kann. [...] Und der ist Kinloch, dessen Vaterstadt Clinton nun ausgefordert, der in dieser Stunde vielleicht sein ganzes Vermögen durch Bomben und Schwert verloren hat, der seine zärtliche Mutter und seine Schwester der barbarischen Wuth teutscher Soldaten ausgesetzt weiß, und ruhig seine Gesetze studiert, sich zu großen Dingen stärkt, und sogar Zeit findet, mich zu lieben und Sie zu grüßen.

18 Sept 1776

Ich habe Ihnen einen langen Brief geschrieben, und nicht gesandt, weil ich weiß, daß, Sie meinen Unmuth immer mit mir theilen. Ich will mich lieber dagegen stärken; außer Lastern und Unwissenheit ist in der Welt kein Unglück für den Weisen; wozu hälfe die Philosophie! - Es ist lang, seit Sie mir geschrieben; erinnern Sie sich, daß ich ohne Sie nicht seyn kann. — Kinloch geht, wann? weiß ich nicht, aber gewiß vor dem 10. Det., auf drei Tage nach Iverdun; ich komme nicht mit ihm. Wenn K, von dem Wenigen, so der Krieg ihm übrig gelassen, für mich entübrigen, und für mich sich selbst abbrechen will, und über das Schicksal zürnt, welches ihn nicht für mich reich gemacht hat, alsdann fühlt Euer Freund die Macht der göttlichen Freundschaft über sein Herz, sucht sie vergeblich unter den andern, sieht nur Euch und ihn.

30 Oct 1776

Kinloch allein macht mich glücklicher, als alle 13 Orte. Ich habe 3 Briefe von ihm, die bringe ich Euch.

23 Dec 1776

Ungefähr um sieben Uhr schreibe ich meine Briefe; wöchentlich an Sie und an Kinloch; selten an andere um Geschäfte; bisweilen nach Genf wegen der Unruhen; bisweilen an einen jungen Menschen, der mich sehr liebt und welchen ich bilde, mir einst statt meiner Augen zu dienen. [...] Meine glücklichsten Augenblicke sind die, in welchen ich eine neue Verbindung oder eine neue Wendung entdecke, und die, wenn ich von meiner Arbeit aufstehe, und einsam durch mein Zimmer spaziere, die Gedanken auf Sie und K. oder auf meine künftige Glückseligkeit geheftet.

31 Dec 1776

Kinloch schreibt, alle seine Briefe sind voll Einbildung und Empfindung; Er sieht den Cardinal Bernis, den Herzog von Ostgothland, den Herzog von Glocester. Die amerikanische Armee ist zerstreut, Washington scheint für sich und die Seinigen einen guten Frieden zu suchen; wenn der Krieg fortdauren sollte, so ist K. entschlossen, alles Glück, so ihn erwartete, sogar die Gesundheit, deren er nur in Europa genießt, seiner Mutter aufzuopfern. Ich kann Ihnen nie genug den Edelmuth seiner hohen Seele rühmen.

17 Feb 1777

Denken Sie nicht, ich thue wohl, dem Kinloch zu sagen, daß er, bis ich ihm anderst schreibe, nichts für mich suche? [...] Was macht, daß ich meine Unabhängigkeit nicht von der Feder erwarten kann, ist meine unbegränzte Ruhmbegierde; alles was ich schreibe, möchte ich aller Zeiten und aller Völker würdig machen: das macht die Arbeit lang. Ich bin aber nicht unruhig; ich verlasse mich auf Euch und Kinloch und mich. - Ich will Euch mit meinen Kapiteln Briefe über Italien von Kinloch senden!

1 April 1777

Ich umarme dich, mein Bruder und mein Freund. Sobald ich der Fesseln dieses Todes befreit bin, lebe ich für Dich allein und für K. Adieu, Adieu.

12 April 1777

Noch eins: Ja die Griechen hatten Könige; diese Könige waren die Planters, wie Abraham, wie unser alter Adel und die amerikanischen Engländer. Wenn Kinlochs 2000 Jucharten in Florida und sein Kensington, Kinlochsfurt und Winyau* beisammen lagen, so hätt' ihn Homer den König Francis Kinloch genannt.

[...]

Kinloch aus Paris: “In this moment I receive yours and stretch the hand of fraternal love to you across the extent of country, that separates us my dearest M. The love of you is an essential part of my very being, and I could not sooner quit the one as the other. If there is a Being, whose eye pierces into the inmost recesses of our soul, he alone can know how much I love you, and how much, how ardently I desire from the very bottom of my heart, that it may ever be in my power to remove every obstacle that stands between you and the most supreme degree of happiness. The only service we can render one another at present, is to keep our friendship unsullied by any thing unworthy of it, to act as if we, each of us, had the eyes of him we love best upon us. The day will come when I shall be able to lay my hands upon your works, and to say with a smile of exultation: This man is my bosom friend. Trust me, K. will not be altogether idle on his side. I seldom, you know, give way to the effusions of my love, but when I do, the tears start into my eyes, and I am obliged to lay down my pen.” Und du: “Alles nähert dich meinem Herzen mehr und mehr." Kann ich unglücklich seyn, und wird die Wärme Eurer Freundschaft meinen Geist nicht befruchten? nicht entzünden? Als ich Kinlochs Brief bekommen, konnte ich den ganzen Morgen nicht mehr arbeiten. Sage mir, mein Herzensfreund: liebest Du ihn nicht auch?

#francis kinloch #johannes von müller #karl viktor von bonstetten #18th century history #queer history #john laurens

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May I request Bernadetta (FE3H), Kuki (Genshin), Kazuha (Genshin), and Jirou (MHA) just chilling with their s/o on the beach at night? Just a nice vibe y’know.

Night Time Beach Date

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Genshin Impact, My Hero Academia

Character(s): Bernadetta, Kuki Shinobu, Kaedehara Kazuha, Jiro Kyoka

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): This idea has such good vibes, I want a beach date at night now 😭

Bernie

She's a bit hesitant when you suggest the idea to her. While she trusts you explicitly, the idea of going outside and sitting on a beach is a bit scary. What if she gets lost in the ocean forever, S/O?

But she goes with you because she trusts you and it's actually really nice. The ambience and the moon reflected on the ocean waves is so pretty. And it's a lot nicer at night too because the lack of people.

Bernadetta would absolutely want to cuddle closer to you and enjoy the moment. Might ask if it's okay to take a bit of a walk or find some seashells to take back as a reminder of this perfect date.

Kuki

She's a tad worried about going on the date with you. Not because of you, but can she really trust the rest of the gang if she leaves them to their devices for a night? Eventually she goes with you after some scolding and threats to the others about not messing up.

While she is still a bit annoyed and worried at just thinking of what the gang is getting up to, she does her best to relax because it's unfair to you to act this way. She does end up really enjoying the date.

She can't help but be in awe at how pretty the night sky looks on the ocean. Even if being a romantic isn't really her thing, she can't help but want to just admire and talk to you about the stars.

Kazuha

Oh he thinks it's a wonderful idea. Sitting next to you on a blanket or towel and looking out at the ocean with the stars shining on you two? That's so up his alley.

Would love to tell you stories and such that he's heard about the moon, stars, and the ocean. Some are a bit bittersweet, but all of them are thought-provoking and romantic.

Kazuha would be happy to end up falling asleep next to you to the sounds of the beach. He won't intentionally sleep, but if you wanted to take a nap with him during this time then he'd be glad to.

Kyoka

Might jokingly call you a "hopeless romantic" or something when you initially suggest the date. I mean going to the beach at night? That sounds really cheesy but she agrees.

If you let her, she'd love to bring her guitar with on the date. The idea of the beach date alone sounds really nice, but it could be fun to practice a bit of guitar to the ambience of the ocean.

Considering all the BS her class gets into, relaxing by the ocean is very nice and relaxing and she enjoys it so much especially being by your side.

#fire emblem x reader #fe3h x reader #my hero academia x reader #genshin impact x reader #kyoka jiro x reader #jiro kyoka x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #fe bernadetta x reader #bernadetta x reader #fe3h bernadetta x reader #kuki shinobu x reader #kuki x reader #l00ptyd00pty

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As the two private secretaries were arguing, Margaux and her children had decided to do snorkeling.

"You children have been doing it with Penny," Margaux said. "Is it fun? I'm not going to drown, am I?"

"No, Mummy," Julie shook her head, as she handed her mother the gear. "You breathe through here, so you don't have to worry drowning."

"And I'm here to, save you, Mum," Seamus flexed his arms.

Margaux laughed, patting her son's bicep. "Thank you, my strong knight. Now, come on."

They waded through the waters, before reaching the deeper parts of the ocean.

They snorkeled around, keeping close together.

Penrose decided to leave Bernie alone in Sapphire Shores, so she took a walk. It wasn't long when she found out where the royals were. They were snorkeling. She walked to the shores, looking on.

Her mind wandered off to the argument she and Bernie had earlier.

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The Tumblr Files

Tumblr has a habit of disappearing blogs that it seems to find objectionable. Alas, if only they were full of reactionary content they'd probably have been allowed to stay, but instead they're Leftists of various stripes, which makes them uncomfortable for the owners of Tumblr at best and dangerous at worst.

Regardless of what you think of Musk's purchase of Twitter, one good thing that came out of it was the release of the Twitter Files. Therein we learned of just how closely social media companies like Facebook and Twitter have integrated with the US government and its spying agencies.

Does the FBI have a direct line to TumblrHQ? I can't say for certain. I haven't seen any evidence of it yet, but Tumblr is a massive platform with a lot of reach. Its size alone makes it a prime target for surveillance if only because were the community left to its own devices it might start to develop its own ideas about how the world worked contrary to the bourgeois narrative, or what the US government currently calls "misinformation."

Some things to consider:

First, in the wake of the Democrats' 2016 presidential loss, the Professional-Managerial Class which make up its primary constituencies freaked out. The development of Russiagate was the response. This wasn't just about Trump winning the presidency though. The source of bourgeois terror was that the internet was an unregulated source of information, and people were starting to get the "wrong" ideas, as evidenced by Bernie Sanders immense popularity at the time, and Trump's victory.

Second, Russiagate triggered a concerted spy agency response to root out basically nonexistent "Russian influence" on social media "promoting misinformation." Pressure was put onto SM companies to "do something about Russian election meddling." Twitter's internal research found that there was basically nothing of the kind. This was the wrong answer, so Twitter was compelled by propaganda outlets and the threat of expensive legislation to "do something," and that something was to basically turn over its moderation process to US spy agencies.

30.“REPORTERS NOW KNOW THIS IS A MODEL THAT WORKS” This cycle – threatened legislation, wedded to scare headlines pushed by congressional/intel sources, followed by Twitter caving to moderation asks – would later be formalized in partnerships with federal law enforcement. 31.Twitter soon settled on its future posture. In public, it removed content “at our sole discretion.” Privately, they would “off-board” anything “identified by the U.S.. intelligence community as a state-sponsored entity conducting cyber-operations.” 32.Twitter let the “USIC” into its moderation process. It would not leave. Wrote Crowell, in an email to the company’s leaders: “We will not be reverting to the status quo.”

Why is this relevant to Tumblr? Because it has a large, influential community, which alone would necessitate its surveillance if not control, but especially because Tumblr is hemorrhaging money and is failing to gain ground against its competitors.

TechCrunch reported that CEO Matt Mullenweg spilled the beans during the Q&A, which was cohosted by COO Zandy Ring and attended by a meager 800 users, despite being plastered across every Tumblr account’s dashboard. According to Mullenweg, the platform is spending $30 million more than it’s making as it tries to desperately cling to relevance in its fight against Instagram and TikTok. Moreover, COO Ring explained that the platform is not seeing much of an increase in its userbase.

“People have this impression that we have massive growth right now, and we really don’t,” Ring said during the Q&A.

None of this necessarily means that it's Langley that's getting Leftist users booted off the platform. It could merely be personal biases on the part of the staff, against transsexuals, against pro-Palestinian activists. It does seem arbitrary and capricious enough. If the goal was, say, combating antisemitism by banning pro-Palestinian users, would there be so many fascists and outright Nazis on tumblr? Why does it seem like the majority of those that get banned just happen to be on the side which opposes imperialist Western narratives?

In any case, this markedly underscores that if the Western Left wants any hope of surviving on the web, it can't rely on corporate resources to do so.

#internet censorship #twitter files #spy agencies #social media

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My Analysis of the Best Paired Endings in 3H (Part 12: Raphael/Bernadetta)

Raphael: Mercenaries have no responsibilities, and no one else to worry about. But someone's gotta take care of my little sis, so that's out of the question. Serving as a knight in a noble house is more secure, and you don't have to worry about dying…unless there's a war. My sis has been through so much. I don't want her to have to worry about me.

Raphael chose a more difficult path in life for the sake of his little sister. After their parents died, he enrolled in the academy to become a knight to a noble house to earn money for her.

Raphael: Fighting alongside you and everyone else is a dream come true, Professor! And don't worry about my little sis. Right now she's back home helping out with the family business. I kinda figured I was gonna be stuck going back and taking over for her. But thanks to you and Claude, I get to work on my dream of becoming a proper knight!

Claude told him that a knight's main function was to fight and defend, but to Raphael, a proper knight was someone who was virtuous and always helped those in need. And his wish at the Goddess Tower was to become a proper knight. Taking over the inn was something he was always reluctant to do unless he had no choice.

Raphael: Sure, it's not my favorite thing in the world, but that was to keep my little sis fed. I had good reason for it. Byleth: It's the same for me. Raphael: The same, huh? I think I get what you mean. You do things you don't wanna do for the sake of everyone else. That's real noble of you, Professor. I guess I can't get in your way if you're doing it for the right reasons.

Nobody is nicer guy than Raphael. A big part of his character was that he did things he didn't want to do for the sake of others.

Raphael: And y'know? I'm totally OK not being a knight. Once this war is finally over and we're at peace again, I'm gonna take over the inn. So don't worry about me, OK? Follow your own dreams, Ignatz.

In Hopes, his Houses solo ending, and most of his paired endings, he doesn't achieve his dream of becoming a proper knight, because he gives up knighthood to manage his family's inn. In the paired endings where he does manage the inn, it helps his partner, but it wasn't what he wanted to do.

Raphael & Ignatz After returning to his hometown, Raphael served as a knight to the local lord while assisting his grandfather and sister in managing the inn they had opened as a side job. However, Maya, his sister, suddenly disappeared, leaving behind a note saying she wanted to become a painter. Raphael, resigning from his knighthood, managed the inn while waiting for his sister's return. Several years later, Maya returned, not as a painter, but as the wife of a painter. Introduced as her husband was Ignatz. At that time, he was nothing more than an unknown artist, but supported by Raphael, Maya, and his father and brother who recognized his talent, Ignatz continued to pursue his dream and eventually became a renowned painter representing Fódlan.

In his paired ending with Ignatz, he gives up his own dream so that Ignatz can live his dream with Maya. It's sweet of him to do so, but the ideal ending would be for both of them to achieve their dreams.

Ferdinand: Do you not realize that life is passing you by? Have you no desire to venture beyond this reclusive lifestyle? There is a whole world waiting for you out there.

It is important to note that Bernadetta is a Sagittarius. Fire signs are considered the most masculine signs. Sagittarius is bold, unapologetic and forward-thinking, and is known for its carefree nature. They are natural intellectuals and explorers. Bernie's hyper-anxious personality is completely unnatural for her. It is the result of sexist abuse to make her submissive, like a "good wife" should be. It's not who she really is.

Bernadetta: But wouldn't it be nice to spend some time alone with a nice guy in this lonely tower, cut off from all the rest of the world?

Bernie's wish at the Goddess Tower was to spend her life in solitude, something Byleth won't promise with her. But just before that, she said she wanted to be alone with a nice guy. So, she didn't really want to be alone. She shut herself away and let life pass her by, which all of her friends were concerned about. Her character arc was about overcoming her anxiety and her fear of befriending commoners, and also becoming more independent. Something which is extremely hard for her to do, based on her endings.

Bernadetta: I'm afraid to go home…afraid to see my parents…

In her solo ending, she becomes a hermit known as the "Bear of Varley". In her S-Support with Byleth, she is hiding away in her room again because she's afraid to go back home. In her ending with Byleth, she never overcomes her shyness (except in CF where she has to fight TWSITD). If she marries Ferdinand, she lives in his territory and stays home while he travels.

She does the same with Felix and becomes even more reclusive with him. If she marries Linhardt, she won't leave her room unless she has to give a lecture. In her ending with Caspar, he frequently counts her as one of his children. If she marries Seteth, she commits to life as a recluse. And she has to stay glued to Yuri's side.

Raphael: Really?! That would be great! We gotta get this war over with so you can have more time to cook! Bernadetta: You know, I'd actually like that.

Bernadetta bears the Crest of Indech, which is associated with Temperance. The Temperance card in Tarot is about the blending of opposites and the achieving of synthesis. It's about harmony, peace, and patience. As her complete opposite, Raphael was the one person who helped her the most. Bernadetta was the only female character who seemed to fall for Raphael at the end of their Support chain. The one "wifely" skill she enjoyed was cooking and Raphael's true passion was food. She was even excited for the war to end so she could cook for him whenever he wanted.

Bernadetta & Raphael Bernadetta succeeded the title of Countess Varley in place of her father but chose to seclude herself within her domain, never involving herself in national affairs. Raphael appeared on the scene, aiming to help Bernadetta engage with others. According to Bernadetta's memoirs, it was described as "a kind of public humiliation," yet whether this tough love worked or not, she began to interact with her subjects as their ruler, eventually becoming involved in central policies. Their grand wedding reportedly featured a bride uncharacteristically outgoing and a groom flexing his muscles as he circulated among guests.

This is the only ending (besides the one with Byleth in CF) where Bernie totally overcomes her shyness and actually becomes outgoing and assertive, like she would have been all along if not for her father's abuse. She's the exact opposite of a submissive wife and competently manages her territory.

And it's the only ending where Raphael achieves his dream and becomes a knight to a noble house (much safer than being a mercenary), while also helping someone in need. It's also one of the only endings where he finds love and gets married. He's certainly not the rich nobleman her father would have chosen, so we know that Bernie has developed the confidence to stand up to him.

#fe3h #fe3h meta #bernadetta von varley #raphael kirsten #raphadetta

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Bring Me You - Prologue

Summary: Steve decides to return to the past to live a life with Peggy, but nothing about his arrival goes according to plan.

It’s arguably the weirdest day of Peggy’s life.

A/N: After approximately a million years, I've finally gotten the first three chapters of my Steggy Secret 2023 gift finished. The final chapter is still being written and may end up in two parts, but Steggy Month has really fired up the old muse, so to speak, so I'm hoping to get more progress on it soon.

All that to say, Merry (very belated) Steggymas, @roboticonography! I I hope you enjoy some post-Endgame hijinks where Steve tries to go back to Peggy, but ends up running into basically everyone else first.

Title taken from the song I Told Santa Claus to Bring Me You by Bernie Cummins and His Orchestra (which is about as holiday-y as this fic gets).

Shout out to @steggyfanevents for hosting both this and Steggy Month. While it's technically Peggy's week and this is from Steve's POV, I do think this chapter gives you a good sense of her and their dynamic.

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When Steve’s done with his turn of the nightly watch, having handed it off to Morita, he’s restless. Instead of going back into the tent, where he’s sure that his inevitable tossing and turning will only serve to wake Bucky up, he walks to the opposite end of their makeshift camp, hoping to calm the itching under his skin that won’t let him sleep.

That’s where he finds Peggy crying, although her sniffles are stifled where she has her face buried against the old handkerchief he’d loaned her on their last mission together.

His first, knee-jerk reaction is to think that she’s hurt. That while they were running for their lives only hours ago she’d gotten hit or cut or shot and she had kept it hidden from them so that they could focus on getting Dernier and his twisted ankle the help he needed at the time. It was one of the strongest points of contention between them, the fact that when it came to the greater good or keeping others safe, self-preservation went out the window.

Although upon a closer look, he can see that she’s holding a handkerchief in her hands, which means that thankfully, she’s not injured, but that she likely walked out to the edge of their camp so that she could be alone. To mourn whatever it is she needed to mourn by herself.

Which means he should leave before she realizes he’s here.

#steggy #steggysecretsanta #steggymonth #steve rogers #peggy carter #andi writes #the prologue is less of a comedy than the rest of it will be but i hope you like it all the same!

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youve single handedly made me reconsider the teaching profession. im about to turn evil

"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!" Deta roared sadly. She cried while hugging Mr. Bearkley. Mr Bearkley also crew. Together they both crode.

"GET A JOB!!!! A REAL JOB!!!1q1!! you freak! bernie has had enough of you!!!!!!! BERNIE IS DROPPING OUT OF GARY MART all yuo and dara do all day is BULLY beni " she screamt (Continue RP as pikachu)

#fellpurpose #asks /#toaaprilfools #DTOP BOOPONG ME #DTOP BOOPIM ME YUO BOTH KNOW IM MOBILE I CANT EVIL BOPA YOU BACK

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drewlyyours · 10 months

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Rating Nancy Drew Game Dads for Father’s Day

(All characters start with 5/10 for being dads)

Franz Mittelmeier (Lucas’ Dad)

3/10

+2 works hard to keep the whole village safe.

-3 for being strangely absent in his son’s life. Like, yeah you live in a castle but YOUR SON IS A MENACE DO NOT LEAVE HIM ALONE WITH HIS AUNT WHO NEEDS ANGER MANAGEMENT.

Hugh Penvellyn (Jane’s Father)

2/10

+2 being a diplomat to whatever is cool, helping people or government or whatever is fine

-5 DONT LEAVE YOUR UNSTABLE DAUGHTER AND YOUR NEW WIFE IN A HUGE HOUSE THAT YOU LEFT IN THE HANDS OF YOUR AUNT WHO HATES ANYTHING THAT CANT PHOTOSYNTHESIZE. Ah but don’t forget they also live with the scary -RAIL NECK- tutor.

Ollie Randall (Father to Freddie)

8/10

+3 kinda a swell guy

+1 lets her play outside whenever she wants, and although I don’t want him to shoot the wolf im sure he just wants the place safe, especially with her around

-1 not playing outside with her 24/7 as he should

Brendan Malloy (Fiona’s Father)

9/10

-2 for creating DEATH TRAPS literally everywhere where his family could and DID literally die

+4 being a literal rocket scientist

+2 doing his best and clearly loving Fiona enough for her to be drawn to pieces of him after 80 years.

Whoever the heck Clara’s father was

0/10

-5 there are theories about this but whoever he was, he was a gross person who I would rather eat chalk then spend ten seconds with

Ezra Wickford (Dexter Egan’s Dad)

6/10

+10 for inventing chocolate milk

-8 for Dexter’s daddy issues and for probably never saying I love you

-1 for caring more about his castle

+1 for the genuine shame he felt about the way things went

Meryl Humber (Frances’ Father)

2/10

-10 for murdering her boyfriend

+5 for regretting it

-2 for probably actually not

+4 for really loving Frances enough to wait everyday for her to come home.

Gunnar Tonnisson (Edda Gunnarsdottir’s father)

10/10

-2 for turning into a sad sack who lashes out

+7 for his family being everything to him and loving them wholly and entirely, so much that it broke him

Jake Hurley (Train Dad)

10/10

+5 just for “take care of my train. it holds wonderful things”

-2 too much train love maybe neglected wife

+2 wife’s ghost on train so he loves it more

Magnus Kiljansson (Ship Father)

8/10

-3 was a little too obsessed with the gold on the ship

+5 but he wanted to study its history

+1 loved it literally more than anything else (including his girlfriend lol)

Mickey Malone (Dog Dad)

9/10

-2 was a mobster and didn’t plan on where his dogs would go if something happened to him

+6 loved his dogs so much they came back to haunt humanity

Bruno Bolet (Iggy and Bernie’s Dad)

10/10

-2 kinda just let his beds run wild, which may not be good in a domestic context

+7 LITERALLY gave them run of the house, took care and loved basically ever creature he came into contact with, no matter how creepy or weird it was

Carson Drew (Nancy’s Dad)

8/10

-6 lets daughter go on trips overseas ALONE and WITHOUT MONEY, even after she

Was threatened and brutally attacked by MULTIPLE ASSAILANTS

Dressed in a cat suit and danced at a night club for petty cash

Almost got kidnapped and literally had her best friend get kidnapped and trapped on an island

Was threatened by a crime ring, the mafia, and a terrorist organization

Had multiple criminals tell her they would “get back” at her for this (even once who never made it to jail)

+2 for being a good wholesome guy, and a lawyer at that

+2 ALWAYS being there for Nancy

+2 actually giving her the freedom she needs to save the world over and over again

+2 Trusting her and loving her. And raising a BADASS teenage detective.

#happy Father’s Day #nancy drew games #clue crew #rating nd characters #video game characters

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autisticempathydaemon · 3 months

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People You’d Like to Get to Know Better

Tagged by the sweet @pinksparkl! Love you, hon; hope it’s okay I broke this into a new post.

3 Ships:

Alexis/Christian obviously

Jon/Tim/Martin/Sasha because I’m a Pisces I have a Masters in Escapism

Twelve/Clara which is a hill I will die on

First Ship

…Dramione. Leave me alone okay I like mean blond men

Last Song

I like songs about community and togetherness and fun in any language

Currently Reading:

The Office of Historical Corrections by Danielle Evans, a short story collection that I picked for Black History Month, my fourteenth book this year 💕

Last Film:

Ocean’s Thirteen! What a fun flick; I’m a sucker for a good heist movie, especially one with Matt Damon and Don Cheadle and Bernie Mac.

Currently Craving:

Nothing at the moment- I was craving halo halo two hours ago, but then I went and got some. Thank god for the blessing of my car and adult money.

Tagging: @cashandprizes @caelumsnuff @mr-laveau @joshusten @ejunkiet

#Spotify

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whoever-the-heck · 1 year

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One week on and I still haven't fully articulated how I really feel about Daisy Jones and The Six season finale because I am quite conflicted about it. The truth is even though I like a lot of the things that happened including some changes from the book, largely I just feel vaguely dissatisfied with the way it ended.

There were many episodes where it felt like the story seemed to have fast-forwarded over events we didn't see unfold on the screen. I now understand this is because a lot of the scenes were cut to fit the whole series into a 10-episode storyline. This is a problem. Some examples:

How Daisy and Billy fell in love. We know they fell deeply and hopelessly in love, because we read the book. Those who hadn't read it could buy this because of Sam Claflin's eye acting (the man has mastered the look) and frankly because Riley and Sam just have crazy chemistry that even without explanation, if you ask them to gaze into each other's eyes, you'll feel the sexual energy. But the how of it all largely happened off screen. I would have liked to see the process happen to maximize said chemistry between the actors, and to really land the emotional turmoil and dilemma at the heart of the story. Without the excellent performances, they wouldn't have been able to sell that love to the audience because it wasn't shown.

The songs' significance. We got like 5 songs! Honeycomb, Let Me Down Easy, Please (which we didn't even hear performed), More Fun to Miss and Regret Me. The rest - how did Billy and Daisy come up with those and what the hell were they about? We know they're about the push-pull between the two or something, but some explanation would have helped! Discovering how they came up with those songs and those lyrics would have enriched the story and the music.

The bond between the band mates. Okay we know the Dunne Brothers were close, and Karen was able to assimilate into the group quite quickly, but how about Daisy? How did she form bonds with everyone? We didn't even get any moments between her and Eddie or Graham. How did her friendship with Karen grow? I give a shit about these things but didn't get to see them happen. Her leaving the band at the end, saying it was her family - sheesh, I didn't feel that. How close were they even? Or did she just mean Billy, Karen, and to some degree Warren? Riley was excellent, and without her that whole Honeycomb sequence would have fallen apart meaninglessly.

Simone and Bernie actually made it work. Huh?! The last scene of them together in episode 9, with Two Against Three in the background, was Simone leaving with her bags and Bernie crying on the couch. Then in episode 10 Simone and Daisy eat together and she says she actually turned down Attic Records and reconciled with Bernie. I would have liked to see how that happened! The disconnect between what was shown and what was told was jarring.

Daisy doesn't want to be broken. Oh I love this scene, and Riley's delivery of that line. But I can't for the life of me ignore the sense that I missed something there - that was the last time she held him! That was the last time they were intimate! Did she realize she had to let him go and leave the band at that very moment? Again, I got that sense of being fed bullshit because what I was shown and what I was told were two different things with a missing connection. Cut to a scene with Daisy alone processing this, or a few seconds of her being pensive onstage before her big speech would have gone a long way. Instead I was left feeling that her big sacrifice was another impulsive thing she did at the drop of a hat - which it wasn't! It's just the show wasn't successful in showing that Daisy really decided this was the best for both of them and I hate that.

One of the reasons the book really landed that climactic moment between Daisy and Camilla is the book obviously was able to detail the thought process behind it. I remember feeling shocked - no matter how we spin it, Camilla basically told Daisy to back off and fuck off. For her own good as well as Billy's and Camilla's and Julia's. Two birds with one stone in a sense. That was such a powerful moment. And Daisy really understood where Camilla was coming from, and she understood that it would be the best for her too.

I liked that the show wanted to give this empowering moment to Daisy alone. But. Again. There was more telling (big speech) and less showing, which is really problematic because duh it's a tv show! I hate that this is a missed opportunity because I really would have loved to see Daisy empowered by this decision even though it was hard for her. In the end, it arguably became about letting Billy go because he would spiral down further if he chose her.

I mean I love that it was a Great Love moment, because she let him go for his own sake. But then again, book Daisy left not only for Billy, but for herself, and for Billy's family. It was a great, self-empowering moment that also made her selfless in a sense. Show Daisy did it for him, arguably also for her, but Camilla and Julia did not factor into it.

Other thoughts:

They were unfair to Eddie ☹️ He came across as kind of a loser once he left the band.

So what did Billy do for a living after all the self-reflection and therapy? Just curious.

Did Simone and Daisy keep in touch, like in the book? We don't know.

How much time passed between Julia passing on her mother's message to Billy and Billy coming to see Daisy? Just curious. I guess him shaving amounted to a few days at least? 😅 Weird if he went right over!

Did they think about each other after? Probably. We can imagine because of their smiles talking about their first meeting. I would have appreciated some insight from the interview on this.

Why didn't they show us Billy or Daisy saying the iconic lines "Everything that made Daisy burn...."? I love the montage, but would have liked to see their faces as well. Imagine saying that to Julia.

Billy's smile when she opened the door looked sad to me. It didn't reach his eyes, unlike hers. Maybe it's Camilla's passing?

They shoved Billy and Daisy so far down our throats so I am generally dissatisfied that they left it hanging like that. It worked in the book but in the show, not really, not for me anyway.

Good thing the show has a lot of fans who delve deep into the show and attempt to interpret all the missing pieces. Season 2 will go a long way to fill in the gaps.

#daisy jones and the six #daisy jones #billy dunne #sam claflin #riley keough #daisybilly #daisy x billy #djats #djats finale #djats spoilers #not satisfied with the finale #i like it but it's not perfect

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Which Three Houses Yandere would be the hardest to avoid/easiest to make fall in love with you?

Ooh, this is a fun one! I love Three Houses, and I've been playing it again recently. I'll do the easiest and hardest yanderes for each house, starting with the Black Eagles!

TW: Stalking, kidnapping, mentions of violence, manipulation, gaslighting, Sylvain being a manwhore, implications of having children in the Lorenz segment

Reader is primarily referred to with gender neutral pronouns! Minors, please DNI.

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Black Eagles

Easiest to Avoid: Bernadetta von Varley

To be honest, I almost wanted to say Linhardt. He hates fighting, is usually either asleep or researching, but...let's be honest.

Bernadetta becoming a full blown yandere would require her to be outside of her room for more than maybe five minutes at a time.

It is entirely possible that you two just never meet. If you don't seek out Bernadetta, she will almost certainly not be seeking you out. Even if you catch her eye, she'll probably just watch over you from a distance out of curiosity.

Should you choose to go out of your way to try and interact with her, you'll still (probably) be fine. Unlike some yanderes who will actively pursue a relationship with you or try to attack anybody they perceive as a threat, Bernadetta is very non-confrontational.

Will she leave you alone entirely? No. You'll still have an obsessive stalker who follows you whenever you're alone. And once Bernadetta has fallen for you, she falls hard and fast. You're not getting rid of her, even if she never snaps and goes full blown yandere.

There's a simple solution: just don't bother Bernie, and Bernie won't bother you. Hopefully the first few times she runs away screaming when you try to speak to her are enough to deter you.

Hardest to avoid: Ferdinand von Aegir

None of the Black Eagles are horribly difficult to avoid, unless you count Hubert. He's just unlikely to fall for someone, so it comes down to luck, really.

Ferdinand would probably be the most difficult of all of the students. While avoiding him wouldn't be an impossible task, why would you?

Ferdinand may have a bit of an ego, but he's still very genuine and sweet. Once you get past all of his talk about chivalry and his 'noble duties', you just might find that he's one of the kindest people in the Empire.

That's part of what makes him more dangerous in comparison to his classmates. It's easy to get along with Ferdinand. And given how friendly he is, he'll probably be the first one to approach you.

The other issue comes from the fact that Ferdinand tends to view the world with rose colored glasses before the war. He's more on the delusional side of things when it comes to yanderes.

To you, he's the obsessive classmate who just won't leave you alone. The one who follows you everywhere on the battlefield, mercilessly slaughtering anybody who dares to lay a scratch on you.

But for Ferdinand?

He's the knight of the story, and you, his love interest. Someone to be protected. Saved. Watched over.

Why should he feel guilty? They were trying to hurt you. Truly, they were the lowest of low.

Ferdinand can't accept that he's fallen too deep, that what he's doing is wrong. So he falls even deeper into his fantasy of playing the knight in your story.

And once the war begins, it won't be long before he decides to whisk you away from danger.

Blue Lions

Easiest to Avoid: Mercedes von Matritz

I was considering giving this spot to Felix or Dedue, but I just can't see Mercedes going completely yandere and locking her darling away from the world. She'd sooner destroy herself than give into any of those selfish wants and desires that claw at Mercedes whenever she sees you courting someone other than herself.

Mercedes has seen the best and worst humanity has to offer in her life, and she's come out stronger for it. Probably one of the most well adjusted people in the Officer's Academy.

Even if she falls for you, it's pretty much harmless. Unless you count baked goods showing up on your doorstep once in a while or being invited to choir as dangerous.

Mercedes hates the idea of hurting someone, even for you. And even though it would break her heart, Mercedes would even be willing to accept seeing you with another person.

She loves you. She just wants you to find happiness, even if it takes away her own.

Another yandere attempting to kidnap you and hide you away would probably be one of the only things to make her snap.

If she has to, Mercedes can and will kill them to protect you. She just prays that someday, the Goddess will be able to forgive her.

Hardest to Avoid: Sylvain Jose Gautier

While not the most dangerous of the Blue Lions, he'd probably be the easiest to woo.

And that's not to say he's easy to seduce- the others just either have a functioning moral compass, or far too much going on to notice you as easily as Sylvain would.

In comparison, Sylvain will probably be actively trying to get you to have tea with him from the first conversation.

Does he have good intentions? Goddess, no. He's probably hit on eight different people in that day alone. Don't let any of his pickup lines about destiny or true love fool you.

There's a few different ways you can catch his eye, too. Should you approach him first and attempt the non-Sylvain method of getting to know someone (read: trying to learn about someone and befriend them instead of trying to get a one way ticket into their bedroom) for some reason, he'll definitely be intrigued. Certainly suspicious at first, but once Sylvain knows you're really just in it because you want to know more about him, he'd certainly appreciate having a friend he actually knows and trusts.

That's just one way, though. If Sylvain is convinced that you're really not interested in his noble status, you'll find that he's actually a pretty decent guy.

Well...not entirely decent. He's still a bit of a skirt chaser, but it slows down as he falls further and further into his obsession with you.

And there's also the issue of him potentially becoming just a teeny, tiny bit possessive when it comes to you. And also the problem with Sylvain getting into verbal arguments with anyone he thinks is being a little too friendly.

They've obviously got bad intentions. They're trying to hurt you. They want to hide you away from the rest of the world, or flaunt you around like some kind of trophy. He's convinced that the world is out to get you.

Sylvain's natural distrust of people devolves, getting worse and worse until he finally snaps.

Unlike someone like Ferdinand, Sylvain is well aware that what he's doing wrong. But Sylvain doesn't care if he's a monster in your eyes.

Not when the rest of the world is so much worse. He'll be damned if he allows the light in his life that is you be snuffed out. At least to him, you'll be more than just a crest, a title, or some stupid trophy.

Unlike them, Sylvain loves you for you. But if the ropes tied around your wrists and the cloth he put in your mouth before dragging you halfway across Fódlan to your new home is anything to go by...

Let's just say that there are healthier ways to show affection than kidnapping.

Golden Deer

Easiest to Avoid: Lorenz Hellman Gloucester and Marianne von Edmund

I couldn't decide on which one would be the easiest to avoid, so I'll be writing for both of them for different reasons.

As for Lorenz, it's like a night and day difference depending on whether or not you're of noble birth.

During the Academy phase? Extremely easy if you're a commoner. Lorenz is pretty dead set on finding a noblewoman to marry, so good luck trying to get his attention. The same applies here if you're a noble who can't give birth.

If you are, however, capable of "having the honor of carrying on the Gloucester bloodline", in his words, expect a letter. Or two. Or three.

He sends them to everybody and anybody who this applies to. Do not write him back. Please do not write him back. Please, for the love of Saint Seiros herself, do NOT express any interest in him whatsoever. Did you leave him that letter within a few days of him sending that to you? Expect a reply very, VERY quickly. In person.

If you do the opposite and write a response telling Lorenz exactly where he can shove his letters, you're also safe. Or just telling him you're utterly uninterested in him. He'll move on pretty quickly.

After the war, however, his views on nobles and commoners will have changed quite significantly. While still rather easy to avoid, it's no longer impossible to win the affections of Lorenz if you weren't born to a noble family.

There's a new problem, though. While he'll no longer jump the gun and insist you get engaged upon you expressing the slightest bit of interest in him, Lorenz will also be less likely to back down if he falls for you. The idea of losing you in the war absolutely terrifies him, and he's not above kidnapping you if you get seriously injured or attempt to join the opposite side in the war.

Just view it as being on house arrest. A very, very long house arrest. And even when he does trust you enough to let you outside of the house, Lorenz will be by your side the entire time.

Marianne is also especially easy to avoid during your time at the academy. When she's not busy praying to the goddess, she's probably busy hiding from other people.

Even if she developed feelings for her darling at the academy, it'd be a very long, difficult process. Like with Bernadetta, you'd have to constantly go out of your way to interact with her. Marianne might even be more likely to avoid you if she develops feelings for you.

Her self loathing runs deep, and she's convinced with every fiber of her being that being around you will only bring death and misfortune. Who would wish that upon the person they love?

Despite that, Marianne would most certainly watch over you in combat. She always seems to show up out of nowhere to tend to your wounds, leaving as soon as it's certain that you're safe again.

To allow herself any more than making sure you're alive and well would be selfish of her, she thinks. Anything else, and you'd just end up miserable or dead. In her mind, that's the only thing that will come from being around her.

During the war, though, she'll be more willing to spend time with you that isn't silently watching over you from afar. Her time at Garreg Mach helped Marianne start to come out of her shell.

And even if the two of you do pursue a relationship, it'll be hard for you to notice anything wrong or out of place.

In fact, she makes sure of it.

Marianne keeps you safe. You never seem to run into much trouble, whether on the battlefield or off.

It's best you don't figure out the extent she'll go to protect you. You'll be much happier if you never discover just how many lives she's taken from people she deemed a threat to your well-being...or what she'll do to keep you by her side.

Hardest to Avoid: Claude von Riegan

I'm not sure if this would come as a surprise to anybody, really.

Claude is good with his words. He's charming, easygoing, funny...and very intelligent.

Not only would he be one of the absolute hardest yanderes to get away from, but he'd be one of the most difficult to avoid. Even if you don't know much about Claude, he makes it his business to find out about the people around him. A darling from one of the other houses would have less difficulty, but it still wouldn't be easy.

When you grow up having to sleep with one eye open and constantly watch people to learn if they're holding a dagger behind their back while they talk to you, it's kind of a necessity to be smart if you want to be alive, too.

Out of everybody in this list, Claude is by far the worst one to get out of the bunch. Should you catch his eye, it's not a matter of IF he'll have complete and total control over your life.

It's all a matter of when.

He wouldn't be likely to fall for someone that's specifically out to try and woo him. Claude would see through it immediately- the same goes for anybody attempting to manipulate him, too. Unless you're as smart and resourceful as Claude, it's going to be impossible to trick him.

That being said, though, he might end up curious about someone attempting to deceive him for their own gain. Claude enjoys your little game of cat and mouse.

Especially the part where you think you're the one in charge. He's the one making the rules here. It's been that way from the very start.

You could potentially gain his curiosity if you're at the exact opposite, too. Claude would love teasing a serious, chivalrous darling. Besides, it's always funny seeing how you immediately put your guard up when he's around. Like that could do anything to deter him from the object of his affections.

From the very start, he's aware his feelings towards you are more sinister than just normal affection. But does it bother him? No, not really.

Kidnapping wouldn't necessarily be something he's morally opposed to, either. It'd just be a bit of a blow to his pride if he had to resort to doing so to keep you by his side.

Manipulation. Subtle threats. Deception. Whatever it takes to keep you by his side, he does it. And Claude enjoys it.

Why in the world would he ever want to keep you locked up?

After all...it's so much more interesting watching you try and break free of him when you're not being held captive.

He'll tell you that you're just being paranoid. You're trying to make him look like the bad guy, when really, Claude just wants what's best for you!

He knows you don't buy it for a second, but that's what he wants.

Nothing would make him happier than watching you give up, watching you admit defeat and willingly stay by his side.

The two of you have all the time in the world, in Claude's eyes. Why not indulge in his little game for a while?

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere fire emblem #yandere fire emblem x reader #yandere three houses

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paradoxcase · 6 months

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Chapter 45 of Harrow the Ninth

So with all the like creepy tubes that someone said were reproductive-system-related, and the stuff with the pipettes and pills and slides, this makes me think of the first note that said THE EGGS YOU GAVE ME ALL DIED/etc., and if it really is Commander Wake that's haunting Harrow, is all this stuff just about conceiving Gideon? Is that most of Command Wake's post-death anxiety, not anything to do with BOE or their war with the Nine Houses, but just whatever had to be done to conceive Gideon? And then I guess Gideon the First (and possibly Pyrrha) are probably some of the people in these notes

So, this is the room that would have belonged to Gideon the First and Pyrrha, and I think it's clear that Commander Wake had something to do with them or some relationship with them or something, I would almost think at this point that Gideon's parents were Gideon the First and Commander Wake except that I've seen everywhere on tumblr that Gideon's dad is John, so maybe Commander Wake's ghost is leaving this room alone because it belonged to Gideon the First and she recognizes it?

It's true, now that we've seen what Lyctors can do, I think she could have done better, and maybe Harrow would never have figured it out. I wonder why she didn't?

It now occurs to me that there's one person who died in Gideon the Ninth who hasn't made an appearance here yet: Colum. What happened to his ghost? It was seemingly implied in Gideon the Ninth that he returned to his body in time to die in it, but maybe he is still off in whatever place he goes to when Mayonnaise Uncle siphons him? Did he not actually die?

So, in this cosmology that Abigail is suggesting, combined with what John said earlier, the River is more like Purgatory, or something, and the good souls cross the River and wind up in Heaven on the other side, whereas the bad souls are maybe weighted down and wind up on the bottom and go to Hell via the stoma? And Abigail says that people used to believe in this, but no longer do for some reason

I'm curious about this, but it looks like I'll probably have to wait to find out more

Really curious what about the bomb indicated that Crux specifically had put it there, or did they just assume it was him because he was the one who put them on the shuttle?

I like that Ortus, resident expert on epic poetry about warriors, gets that it's essential for Harrow's narrative to say that Gideon was killed by Cytherea so that she has an external person to blame for her loss, but that this takes agency away from Gideon and she wouldn't like it. Even when she didn't remember Gideon, Harrow seems to have been somewhat obsessed with Cytherea, even if it does turn out that some of what she saw Cytherea's body doing actually happened

So he did know about the Weekend at Bernie's stuff, and that the 200 children were intentionally killed, and so did his mother, so when Mayonnaise Uncle and his family talked with her revenant they presumably did learn about that, but for some reason he didn't share this knowledge with Gideon back in Gideon the Ninth and actually let her find about it from Harrow, which is interesting, maybe he thought that Harrow really was some cartoon villain and that if Gideon heard about it from her she would hate her? And I gather that Ortus was spared because he was the son of Priam's cavalier and they needed someone to be Harrow's cavalier when she grew up. And I also feel Ortus's angst here of "I left horrific things happen to these children and I was a grown-ass adult". I think I saw a post somewhere where someone was complaining about people saying that the characters in this book had been de-aged to appeal to a young adult demographic, which is not something I've seen personally, but I do think it's correct that this isn't mean to be a YA book or appeal only to that demographic, because it does also have these adult perspectives - in YA, generally adults are pretty useless and don't play much of a role in the story, but here you have Ortus saying this, and you have Magnus and Abigail trying to protect the Fourth teens (and now trying to protect Harrow) and you have Mercy being horrified by how young Harrow and Ianthe are

I mean, I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure Gideon never cared about the Ninth and did everything she did for you

This sounds more like a BOE-vs.-Nine-Houses thing now?

I'm wondering if they are going to use the candles in a more traditional way to do this exorcism, or if they are going to do some kind of necromancy with the animal fat? And I mean, Canaan House is covered in blood at this point, does that not work for making a ward of some kind?

#the locked tomb #harrow the ninth

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fantasyinvader · 8 months

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I noticed something. If any of the OG BE's die in battle in Part 1, when reuniting with Edelgard in Silver Snow she says this.

"Before you answer, know that friends from our Black Eagle days have chosen to join me in the fight ahead."

Okay, but we never see them in the places we do if unrecruited in other route. Where are they fighting for her? For the answer, look at their endings.

Ferdinand: Returned to his territory after the battle of Garreg Mach, but went missing afterward. He was unable to make the promised meeting.

Linhardt: Escaped the Empire after the battle of Garreg Mach, but went missing afterward. He was unable to make the promised meeting.

Caspar: Fell on a different battlefield after the battle of Garreg Mach. He was unable to make the promised meeting.

Bernadetta: Become seriously ill after the battle of Garreg Mach, and lived as a recluse. She was unable to make the promised meeting.

Dorothea: Fled with her opera troupe to a hidden location after the battle of Garreg Mach. She was unable to make the promised meeting.

Petra: Returned to Brigid after the battle of Garreg Mach. She was unable to make the promised meeting.

Ferdinand, Linhardt and Dorothea are missing, Bernie got sick and couldn't fight, Petra returned to her home country but didn't return to fight, and Caspar is dead in a ditch somewhere. Dorothea and Linhardt, in particular, do not support Edelgard in this scenario, everyone else it's a tossup if they support Edelgard or not…and yet, look at their non-Flower bios for the timeskip.

Ferdinand 1181: Takes subordinates and escapes from the Empire. - Makes it sound like he tries to help his subordinates escape the Empire, as there's no mention of him returning home in his Flower bio, but "goes missing." Whether he is killed in the attempt or just doesn't show up for the reunion is anyone's guess

Linhardt 1181: Returns to his territory and indulges in laziness. Escapes the territory alone - So, here we have Linhardt not supporting Edelgard and fleeing the country, just like in his death card. He's either MIA or ran into Hubert on a moonless night, whereas Flower Linhardt instead becomes a general.

Caspar can go either way, tbh, either dying as an Imperial general or cutting ties to his family and throwing himself into fighting the Empire.

Bernadetta 1181: Returns into her territory and goes into seclusion. Escapes the territory alone. - More in-line with her death card, returning home and becoming a recluse only that unlike those routes she gets sick and doesn't escape her territory.

Dorthea 1181:Returns to Enbarr and helps with the dispersal of the opera house. Leaves the Empire and travels to various places to help people. - Matches up pretty good, except Dorothea doesn't return to the party.

Petra: Temporarily goes back to Brigid. Returns to Fódlan and throws herself into fighting the Empire. - Meanwhile, the Flower version of Petra isn't mentioned to have returned to Brigid, she joins the Imperial army as a "visiting general." If she's defeated, her return to Brigid isn't temp.

So, of the BE's only Caspar could theoretically have supported Edelgard as he falls in battle prior to The Legend of Sothis: Byleth's Awakening DX. But even then, the rest of the Eagle's cards for falling in Part 1 are more similar to their non-Flower counterparts. Dorothea and Linhardt specifically don't support the Empire, and none of them bar possibly Caspar fight for Edelgard despite what she says. Again, let's go over the figures.

3 are MIA, presumed dead or on vacation. 2 of which specifically tried to leave the Empire.

1 is pushing up the daisies.

1 called in sick.

1 left the country and isn't involved with the war.

Yet Edelgard says they joined her if any of them are defeated in Part 1 on classic. Is she just lying, trying to make Byleth side with her through their other students? Magic 8 Ball says the signs point to yes.

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