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The Ballads of Rebirth (Arthur Morgan x Reader)

Chapter 15: Full Circle

Summary: The big day. All rejoice!

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I still can’t add a read more tab on mobile.. sorry about that :/

A/N: Sorry for my long hiatus, not been super motivated lately so I made this chapter extra long for you guys! Longer than any thing I’ve written before (!!).I promise I sort have been doing productive things.. I guess. Listening to music (Hozier, Lord Huron, Gregory Alan Isakov and the Oh Hello’s are what got this chapter done), playing fallout 76 (I know), working, schoolwork, planning other fics (I have a big announcement coming up!!!)

IMPORTANT PLEASE READ: I wanted to clear some things up in terms of plot hole. My dumbass mistakenly has said that Reader has been in the gang for 15 years, not true - it’s been around 10, but a little less than John (like 3 ish months after him). I have also previously said that John and Reader joined the gang together, again, not true but I already fixed it. Reader joined the gang after John after Arthur saved her from the gang who kidnapped her. Hope this wasn’t too confusing.

As for the ending... yeah.. next chapter, and then epilogue. Not sure that many of you will stay around for the AU - which will be posted SEPARATE, after you read the actual ending >:3c Anyways, here we go.

This is all supposed to be italicized.. it’s italicized on wattpad and ao3, just tumblr decided to be a bitch and not transfer it that way and I’m too lazy to change each paragraph to italics.. so let’s just pretend it is.

•••

Shady Belle was an interesting place for a wedding, it seemed. You had been ushered away from Arthur in the morning, and carted away to Saint Denis with the rest of the women, claiming Shady Belle would be too chaotic to get ready in, which really meant they didn’t want you to get ready with the men around. They had raided your room when the sun rose, waking Arthur too. You were barely able to kiss him goodbye, they carted you out of the room that fast. You wanted to lie next to him all morning, enveloped in his warmth, but your friends had different plans.

Saint Denis was such a difference compared to Chicago, the city you grew up in. You were an orphan living in the cold streets, just barely getting by. You worked in a textile factory for as long as you could remember. You lived in a cheap, one bedroom apartment, before that you simply slept in alleyways with other orphans, huddling by fires. You were uneducated, poor, and always hungry. A man kidnapped you on your way home from work one late evening, and the next thing you knew you were in a cabin in the desert, surrounded by men with guns and a nasty look on their face. Arthur was your savior, Dutch was your teacher, John was your brother, Abigail was your sister, Hosea was your father and the Van der Linde gang was your family.

But that was a long time now. Your wedding was merely hours away.

Arthur was nervous about the whole thing, he didn’t want to make a big deal out of the wedding but Dutch decided otherwise. Dutch thought a wedding was exactly what the entire gang needed, to boost everyone’s morals he had told you. You were beyond nervous for your big day, but with Arthur by your side, the impossible became possible.

Miss Grimshaw was the head of it all, the mastermind of the party. She set everything on a strict schedule, where everyone needed to be and when. She was a godsend during this time, otherwise the wedding would no doubt end up in a shed with you wearing a white sheet as a wedding dress.

Mary Beth was absolutely bouncing off the walls at the idea of a wedding, she thought it was incredibly romantic — two outlaws falling in love. It was something out of those novels she adores.

Saint Denis was hot, humid, and made you feel sticky with sweat. It didn’t help you would be wearing a heavy dress later that day either, but you didn’t mind. Nothing could or would bring you down today.

The first stop to your magical day was the salon. You got your hair trimmed and styled, as well as some makeup, keeping it simple. A few of the other women got their hair done as well. They all looked beautiful. The women could not hide their excitement for you, even a few patrons of the salon came up and congratulated you. Their talk seemingly echoed off the walls.

Abigail put the hair clip in your styled hair, it was a beautiful piece, elegant and dazzling. It was gold with a large pearl at the top and smaller jewels surrounding it. It matched your locket perfectly. Arthur had bought the hair clip for you a few days before.

When you were ready to leave the salon, it was time for the dress store, where you had left the dress. You didn’t want Arthur to see it, and it would no doubt get soiled at Shady Belle. Some of the other women had bought new dresses for the special occasion as well.

You picked it up from the counter, and walked over to the dressing room. All the women sat down on the benches outside of the dressing room, waiting for the big reveal. A few of them had already seen it, as they had gone with you when you picked it out, but none of them had seen you in your full wedding attire.

When you slipped it on over your undergarments you felt like you were floating on a cloud. You were absolutely beautiful. You felt like you could conquer the world in the dress. It was incredibly pretty, it had a loose layered bodice, with lace woven in, long ruffled sleeves and an a-line skirt. You felt your heart strings pull at the mere sight of it, you wondered what Arthur would think of it.

You slowly pushed the door open, hearing your loud heartbeat in your ears. You heard a wave of audible gasps, and then a few squeals, you eyed your white heels nervously, hesitantly looking up at all their faces.

They were all smiling, a few covering their mouths in joy.

“You look so pretty!” Tilly shouted, the rest of the women agreed. You smiled shyly, doing a small twirl.

“I really like the dress,” You said, feeling the cloth sway with you.

“I’d be surprised if Arthur didn’t drop dead the moment he sees you,” Mary Beth said playfully.

“Do you really think so?” You questioned.

“Of course. The man will have a heart attack right there, on the altar,” Molly responded.

You giggled, “I don’t want that to happen!”

“You look so beautiful,” Mary Beth repeated. You nodded her head at her, a smile on your lips.

“I’m so nervous though,” You confessed, sitting down next to Miss Grimshaw. You gripped the edge of the wooden bench, hoping to calm your nerves.

“It’s normal to be nervous, if you aren’t, there’s something wrong.” Sadie was the only married one in the gang, you trusted her advice.

“What if something goes wrong?”

“Nothing will be going wrong today, everyone is going to make sure nothing bad happens,” Abigail reassured you.

“Are you sure? I mean what if Arthur suddenly gets cold feet? What if O’Driscolls raid our camp?”

“If the O’Driscolls try to mess up your day, they’ll have to get through me,” Sadie said rather determinedly, a strange glint in her eye. You would not want to be an O’Driscoll when Sadie Adler was around, or an O’Driscoll in general for that matter.

“Arthur would never turn his back on you. We all see the way he looks at you,” Mary Beth said, a noise of agreement was heard. Mary Beth was right, Arthur would never turn his back on you, you were sure of it.

“Arthur and you do make a handsome couple. I can tell you’re really in love,” Molly responded.

“Thank you, Molly.” You smiled at her.

“We best be getting going, we wouldn’t want her to miss her big day,” Karen reminded everyone. It was getting late after all, there were still some things to do before the ceremony, such as making sure all the men were getting ready instead of getting drunk off their asses. Luckily, most of the preparations were done the night before, but there were still some finishing touches required.

Everyone fretted for you and Arthur to simply sit back and let everyone get your wedding prepared for you. You were wary of coming off as lazy at first, but the gang assured you it was your turn to sit back and relax, after all weddings were supposed to be happy and stress free. So you let everyone pitch in, even Uncle helped.

“Let’s head back then. The bouquet still needs the ribbons in it, we need to make sure dinner is being prepared-” Miss Grimshaw already began barking orders, Karen and Tilly both groaned. Everyone began to get up, gathering all their belongings.

“And you, Miss Morgan, we need you to head inside immediately once we arrive, we can’t have your dress get dirty,” Miss Grimshaw told you as you walked through the streets to get to the wagons.

“And don’t let Arthur see you, it’s bad luck, you know,” Sadie's voice rang out from behind you.

“I know!”

•••

When the rowdy wagons finally came to a stop in front of Shady Belle, you were immediately taken up to Abigail’s room. She shielded you from the eyes of the men, rushing you up the staircase. Abigail and Sadie were not taking the superstitions lightly it seemed. She kicked John out of the room, but Jack was allowed to stay.

You walked over to the window, Abigail sat down on the rickety bed. You slowly pushed the curtains out of the way, looking down to the ground below. Dutch was giving a speech it seemed, Arthur next to him. Your breath was almost stolen from you the moment you laid eyes on him, he was so incredibly handsome. He wasn’t dressed yet, you were glad you hadn’t spotted him in his suit. He was standing proud next to Dutch, Hosea on the other side of him. You watched them for awhile, before letting the curtains fall back into place.

“Are you ever going to have a wedding with John?” You turned to Abigail as she brushed her hair on the bed.

Abigail gave you a look,“Knowing John, probably not.”

You chuckled lightly, “Well, if you ever do, I want to be there.”

“You’ll be the first invited,” She responded. You took the brush from her hands and slowly began getting rid of all the knots in her hair. You shifted behind her, making sure to not crease your dress.

“I still can’t believe you two are getting married. I remember when I caught you two kissing behind that wagon,” She laughed, remembering the awkward moment.

“He was drunk off his ass and I was too. It wasn’t much of a kiss, more like we were eating eachothers face.”

“Yeah but, it was still a kiss, right?”

“I guess it was our first kiss. But our first sweet kiss was the day after when he officially asked me out,” You sighed sweetly.

“John was horrified. I still remember the look on his face when you both arrived back in camp holding hands,” Abigail laughed.

“Hosea always knew. Dutch knew too. We were ogling each other for so long, it was kinda hard not to know.”

“You told me first though, remember?” Abigail said.

“Yeah, I do. And then the next day you went into town and bought a locket for me so I could put Arthur’s photo in it.”

You continued brushing Abigail’s locks. Abigail was the closest thing to a sister you had ever gotten. You stood up for her when the rest of the men saw her as a whore, you showed them she was more than that. You stayed by her side when John left her with a newborn. You had even helped give birth to Jack.

Arthur was closer to John for obvious reasons, but you were still John’s sister too. You were both furious at John when he left. John had betrayed you and Abigail, things were still rocky. Arthur understood what it was like to have a child, it wasn’t easy, but at least he had stayed for Eliza, you had met her twice, she was kind and respectful. Isaac was a smart boy, and looked a lot like Arthur. Arthur was distant for a while after he found out they both died.

“It took you awhile to find the right photo to put in it.”

“It did. I had to get him to take the photo in the first place. I remember I told him it was for a job!” You laughed.

“I’m sure he already suspected it.”

“Probably. I never was a good liar around Arthur,” You said.

“I’m so glad he ended up with you.. Mary and him were a troubled pair.”

“Trust me, I know.” Mary hated you and you hated her. It was the final straw when Mary began talking about you, trying to pull Arthur away from you, putting ideas into his head, and Arthur stopped putting up with it. At the time, you were no rival to Mary, you were more like his annoying little sister. His volatile little sister. You were a lot wilder in those days, no wonder Mary saw you as a threat.

“But honestly, you two are a wonderful couple. Arthur is lucky to have you,” Abigail said sincerely.

“Thank you,” You responded. You were finally done brushing her hair, you set the hairbrush down and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I’m so nervous about this wedding,” You confessed to her, setting your hands in your lap.

“You have nothing to worry about,” Abigail looked at you. You looked up at her. Her eyes shimmered with pride.

“I don’t even know why I’m worried, I just am.”

“Well I’ll be with you the entire time, you’re my sister, (Y/N). And sisters stick together.”

“Thank you, Abi.” You leaned forward and gave her a hug, your eyes welling with tears of happiness.

When she let go, she sat up from the bed, walking over to the window. She looked down at the scene below with watchful eyes.

“John looks like he just woke up. That damned fool,” Abigail muttered, she turned to Jack, who had been playing with a few pieces of yarn and wood. You nearly laughed at the pitiful sight, you would have to buy him some real toys when you went back into the city. Arthur and you had briefly discussed having children, you had practically raised Jack, with Abigail. Arthur decided once things settled down and Dutch’s plan to go to Tahiti or wherever he decided at the time finally worked, then would be the time. You prayed it would be soon, Arthur would make a wonderful father. You wanted to get away from this life so desperately, you were tired of running, you were tired of killing. All you wanted was a family with Arthur.

You had lived the life of running, fighting to stay alive, killing without second thought. All you wanted was peace.

Abigail picked up Jack, letting out a quiet groan. Jack was getting big, you remember when you first held him, those big eyes looking up at you.

“Jack, do you want to go get what you made your Aunt?” Abigail asked Jack. Jack looked at you with big doe eyes, smiling widely.

“Yes, Mama,” He said, Abigail set him down, he walked towards the drawer by the window and reached open to pull it open. He barely even reached it. His small arms grabbed a small object from inside the drawer. Abigail put her hands on her hips, smiling at her boy.

“He made it himself,” Abigail said as Jack set a flower crown in your hands. It was pretty with wildflowers he had picked. He watched you examine it, smiling brightly.

“I think Uncle Arthur will like it,” He told you.

“Oh, Jack! Thank you so much. This is beautiful.” You gave him a grin, putting the flower crown on. It really was a thoughtful gift.

“He picked a flower for Arthur too, so you would be matching,” Abigail revealed.

“Arthur likes flowers, did you know that, Jack? He’d never let any of us know, though,” You laughed, grabbing a bobby pin from a small box next to the brush, you secured the crown to your hair. Arthur was always drawing flowers in that journal, and in his old one he had kept pressed flowers. Arthur was a secret softy, there was no hiding that. Perhaps it’s why you fell for him, his secret side was so tender and loving, and when he realized he loved you too, that’s all you ever saw of him. He was nothing but kind - even when he called himself a bad man, you saw straight through that. Arthur was a kind man, kinder than any man you had ever met.

“I know,” Jack said simply, setting down next to you. He kicked his legs out in a back and forth motion.

“How do you know?” You asked him, pretending to be shocked.

“Uncle Arthur told me he likes flowers.”

Abigail held back a laugh, looking at you. You glanced at her, giving her a look.

“Uncle Arthur told you he liked flowers?” You repeated.

“He told me when we were by the water. I found a flower and gave it to him,” Jack responded.

“I see. What flower did you give him?”

“It was a purple flower. Uncle Arthur drew it in his journal.” Jack got up from the bed and went back to his yarn and wood, plopping down on the hardwood floors.

You chatted aimlessly with Abigail for a few moments as she continued getting ready. You were beyond scared to walk down that aisle and face Arthur. The longer you waited, the worse your nerves got.

People came up and down the steps, but suddenly you realized that it was John and Arthur coming upstairs. You held your breath. Even Abigail stopped to listen. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you heard them speak and walk further and further up the steps.

“John?” Abigail called out.

“What?” He responded, John was close to the door.

“Arthur’s not allowed in,” Abigail replied, she picked up her makeup brush and began applying blush to her face.

“I know. He’s not, he’s going to his room.” You could hear Arthur’s footsteps in the other room.

“Can I come in?” John asked after a moment of silence.

“Sure,” You said. The door opened and there was John. He still wasn’t dressed.

“You look good. I’m sure Arthur will be happy to see you.” John closed the door behind him, walking over to the dresser.

“Think so?” You asked playfully.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t he be?” He chuckled, John pulled out a pair of black slacks and a white shirt. It looked clean enough.

“She’s nervous,” Abigail told John. John looked at you over his shoulder.

“That so? Arthur is too.”

“Did he say anything about me?” You blurted out, feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush. John walked behind the folding screen in the corner of the room.

“He’s real excited to see you,” John said from behind the screen.

“I’m sure everyone out there is,” Abigail chimed in.

“Arthur wanted me to give you something,” John said as he walked out from behind the screen in his wedding outfit. He walked towards you, outstretching his palm.

It was a chocolate bar. You smiled at it, taking it from John.

“What's up with you two and chocolate?” John asked you as he walked over to the cabinet, he leaned against it, watching Jack play with his yarn.

“It’s a long story, but he’s only supposed to give it to me when I’m injured though.”

“Maybe he just wanted to let you know he’s thinking of you,” Abigail spoke, she glared at John, you wondered what that meant.

“I don’t have anything to give him,” You sighed, staring at the chocolate bar. Arthur was always thinking ahead.

“I’m sure he knows you’re thinking of him,” Abigail replied.

“Hopefully.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to eat it, your nerves were too high. All food sounded incredibly unappetizing. You set the chocolate bar on the bedside table. Jack eyed it, his eyes nearly glowing.

“You want the candy bar?” You asked Jack.

He nodded vigorously. Abigail rolled her eyes humorously.

“You can have it,” You told him. It was a gift from Arthur but Jack would have appreciated it even more than you could, and besides, the kid loves candy.

“Thank you, Auntie (Y/N),” He said, grabbing the chocolate bar with eager hands.

“I best be getting down there now, Dutch wants to talk to Arthur and me, good luck out there by the way,” John said, buttoning the top of his collar. He opened the door and left.

Jack continued eating his chocolate, you smiled at the boy. You wanted your own son or daughter so dearly, one with Arthur’s eyes and your hair. That’s all you wanted. You wanted out. As much as you loved your family - you wanted out. You had lived that way for so long, it was all you had ever known. But now you had a chance at freedom - to create your own family with Arthur.

But Arthur would never leave Dutch. And you knew that.

Deep down you knew.

You were tired of the running — tired of the plans, tired of it all. All you wanted was Arthur, him and nothing else. No gang — no killing. Just Arthur.

You didn’t want to raise a child in the gang, that was a foolish dream. You knew how easily the child could go without a parent, you had seen it happen with Abigail and Jack, although John eventually returned.

You were coming to terms with that though. In the world of an outlaw it was to live forever as an outlaw or die trying.

•••

An hour passed - it was already almost time. A majority of the gang members had already left camp. Your nerves were skyrocketing and when Molly knocked on the door to tell you it was time you almost passed out. Abigail gently ushered you to the door. Your hands were shaking as you slowly opened it up, seeing Molly in her special dress.

The plan was to head to a small church where they held outdoor weddings behind the building, the venue backed up to a river so you would be standing by it saying your vows. It was not very far from Shady Belle. Churches were never quite Arthur’s style, so you opted for an outdoor wedding..

You walked down the staircase slowly to the carriage outside, your hands were shaking wildly. Abigail held you tightly, Jack at her hip. The carriage was waiting outside for you. The camp was deserted behind you, it was strange to see. It was almost eerie, the lack of life, but you knew later tonight it would be bustling with it.

Abigail helped you up into the carriage. Once everyone was in the driver set off. Your heart pounded in your ears, your stomach churning.

“I’m so nervous.” You clasped your gloved hands tightly in your lap, as if it would somehow stop the shaking. Every turn, every jolt, it did not help with your nerves at all.

“I know, dear,” Molly said, putting her hands over yours. Abigail watched you sympathetically, she knew this wasn’t easy.

The carriage moved closer and closer to the venue. Arthur was surely feeling the same way, hopefully not to the same extent.

You were silent for most of the ride, Abigail and Molly talked fruitlessly, but you could not focus on their words. It felt like there were a thousand thoughts in your mind but not a single one was coming to your mind clearly, they were all shrouded in nervousness.

When the carriage suddenly came to a stop your heart jumped. You looked out the window and held your breath. This was it.

You were getting married. Today. Right now.

It was suddenly almost hard to wrap your mind around it. Abigail had to lightly nudge you out of the carriage, otherwise you would have been frozen in that seat.

You stepped out of the carriage, the sun was bright and slowly setting in the sky. By the time you would all get back tonight - it would surely be night.

Charles and John were waiting outside of the church for you. Every step closer to the church felt heavier and heavier, it was beginning to be hard to stand up straight.

“You look nice,” Charles said, holding the door open for you. Sunlight seeped in from the windows of the church, it was dusty inside. Sadie, Miss Grimshaw and Mary Beth sat on one of the pews, waiting for you.

“Thank you, Charles.”

Mary Beth gave you a small wave as you walked closer to them. Molly, Abigail, Jack and John behind you. It was hot and dry inside the church, it did not help that you were wearing a heavy dress either.

You opened your mouth to say something to Sadie, but Miss Grimshaw quickly cut you off. Molly walked out the back door to the ceremony.

“Arthur’s in the room behind the altar, with Dutch and Hosea. The Processional is starting in five minutes,” Miss Grimshaw reminded everyone. You nodded slowly. Five minutes felt like nothing. Abigail clipped the veil into your hair as Miss Grimshaw spoke. The veil was long and trailed to the floor, with lots of lace that was intricately woven.

“The order goes Dutch, Miss Grimshaw, Arthur, Charles, John, me, Mary Beth, Abigail, Jack and then our bride with Hosea,” Sadie read off from a piece of paper she had been holding.

“Then I’ll get out there with them, and you, Abigail, make sure the boy doesn’t drop the rings,” Miss Grimshaw finished, she turned swiftly towards the room behind the altar. Charles and John followed suit.

You sat down on one of the pews, your heeled foot tapping tirelessly against the floors. You tried to think of something calming, but nothing came to mind. It all was scrambled, your brain desperately grasping at a comprehensible thought.

“You’ll be fine,” Sadie told you as she leaned against the pew.

“You will be,” Mary Beth agreed.

“I’m afraid I’ll mess up.”

“You won’t mess up, you’ll be fine,” Abigail beamed. The seconds ticked on, the women sticking to their own conversations after noticing the worry in your eyes.

The music began and you immediately perked up, five minutes seemingly goes fast when your mind is a jumbled mess.

Sadie, Mary Beth and Abigail got up. Jack held onto his mother’s dress tightly. Abigail turned to smile at you sweetly as they walked closer and closer to the back. You gave her a small wave of goodbye. She mouthed “you’ll do great.” as she vanished behind the door.

The church was now completely deserted, it was now you and your thoughts. About a minute passed before Abigail knocked on the door. You hesitantly walked over to the looming door. Your heart beating wildly, like it would jump out of your chest.

You opened it and took a small breath, trying to calm your screaming nerves. In a few moments, you would see Arthur, and he would see you. And you would be his, and he would be yours. Years of yearning, wishing the other would be at their side, who knew it would come to this? He would be yours and you would be his. It was as simple as that.

Hosea was waiting on the other side for you, looking handsome as ever in his suit. He was the closest thing to a father you had ever gotten, it was only fitting he would walk you down the aisle. He smiled at the sight of you, unable to hide his pride.

The small compartment behind the church was small too. The door was open leading to the altar where Arthur was waiting for you, but a path obscured by trees hid it from you.

“You look beautiful,” He whispered, resting a hand on your shoulder. You stared at the door, waiting for your turn. You smiled politely, although you were not facing him.

The summer buzz of cicadas was heard even as the Procession played, a melodic tune. You waited for the music to change into your entrance.

“You’ll do fine out there, Arthur loves you,” Hosea’s words were quiet, but you could hear them loud as day. It was entirely true of course. Hosea was always right.

The music slowly shifted into a much slower song, and you knew. This was it. Hosea slid his arm through yours, your right arm holding the bouquet. You both slowly stepped out into the bright day. You felt like you were floating on a cloud — like nothing could ever bring you down. The dirt crunched underneath your feet as the aisle slowly came into view. Hosea’s arm was steady and soothing, his steps slow and methodical.

Worries drifted away as you slowly came into view, the wedding party rising at your arrival. The music continued to play a slow, beautiful tune, the cicadas humming happily and the rush of the river drumming thunderously.

And then there was Arthur, smiling at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his entire life. You were closer now to him, every step bringing you nearer and nearer to his heart.

Arthur was handsome. He was gorgeous. And he was yours — all yours. He was sporting a dashing black suit, perfectly tailored. The flower in his chest pocket was the same as the ones in your hair.

It was like there was a beam of light radiating from him, Arthur had always been your beacon even in the darkest of times. He was love itself.

You felt the eyes of your friends and family on you, but you could only focus on Arthur.

When you finally reached the altar, your hearts felt like they were being synced, beating as one rather than two. The officiant stood behind Arthur, underneath two trees with a small arch decorated with flowers, Sadie and Mary Beth waiting for you on the left, John and Charles next to Arthur.

Hosea let go off your arm, smiling the entire time. He took his place next to Dutch in the front row, you handed Abigail your bouquet and stood next to Arthur underneath the arch, he took your hands in his. His hands were rough and strong, but they felt like home.

You looked into those eyes of endless waves, you only felt love and happiness from him. He looked like a prince, like there was supposed to be a crown sitting on top of his head, rather than the flower one you wore.

The officiant began with a welcome as the guests sat down.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Arthur and (Y/N) in matrimony, which is commended to be honorable among all men; and therefore is not by any to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently, discreetly, advisedly and solemnly. Into this holy estate these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together, let them speak now or forever hold their peace." The officiant said. This was really it, you kept reminding yourself. You both looked towards the crowd, for a fleeting moment you wondered if anyone would speak up. Arthur wondered the same, perhaps Micah would think he was funny and say something completely out of line, but he didn’t.

Arthur thought you were a goddess in your beautiful white gown. It looked exactly like something you would wear, the dress accented your body wonderfully, he couldn’t help but admire it.

The officiant spoke some more, weddings, love, union, the beginning of your new life - but you could barely focus on it. Your only focus was Arthur. Your fiancé, your best friend, your husband in a matter of moments.

“And now the bride and the groom are to exchange vows,” The officiant proclaimed. He gave you your paper with the vows.

Tears slowly started forming in your eyes as you shakily held the paper, smiling through it all.

“I remember when you found me alone in that cabin, that day you saved me in more ways than one. You taught me to love, to laugh, to trust. You have been my best friend, my companion, my lover and now you will be my husband. You have stayed by me when I was sick, injured, drunk, crying, you were there for it all. And I shall be there for you, I will choose you every time. I devote myself to you, Arthur Morgan, in sickness and in health. For I am yours, and you are mine.” You squeezed Arthur’s hand tightly, feeling the words come out naturally, like you had been waiting to say them your entire life. His smile widened throughout your entire vow.

The officiant held the paper out to Arthur, he let go of your hand to take it. You remembered him saying writing vows was hard, saying that his words sounded like nonsense. But they weren’t nonsense, Arthur was a gifted writer, whether he knew it or not. The thoughts in his journal (which you rarely ever saw) were something precious.

“My dear (Y/N), the first day I met you I knew I would like you. And I was right, and here we are now years later. It’s been a wild last few years, reckless too, but this is our first step into our new life, and we best not waste it. You are my love, you are my light, and I love you more than anything in this world. Nothing can or will separate us from now till the end of time,” He finished, his eyes brimming with love. Nothing could have prepared you for this moment, looking into his eyes and only feeling happiness. Like it was only you and him in this entire universe.

“Arthur, do you take Y/N L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, through sickness and health, till death do you part?” The officiant asked. Arthur looked towards the man and nodded.

“I do.”

“And do you, Y/N, take Arthur Morgan to be your lawfully wedded husband, through sickness and health, till death do you part?”

“I do,” You said to Arthur. You smiled uncontrollably, and tried to stop the tears that were threatening to spill out the corner of your eyes.

The officiant leaned down to take the rings from Jack.

“Arthur, take this ring and place it on her finger.” Arthur took the ring from the man, and you presented your left hand to him. He slipped it on effortlessly.

“I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and faithfulness to you.”

“Y/N, take this ring and place it on his finger.” You grabbed the ring, feeling the weight of it in your hand, you slipped it on his strong hand.

“I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and faithfulness to you,” You rang out loud and clear. Speaking only to him. Words that would forever bind you to him.

“And remember, love is an unbreakable bond, it is gratitude, it is faithfulness, it is kindness, it is forgiveness, it is everything good in this world. Lovers will always find a way back to each other,” The officiant said with parting words.

“With the power invested in me, I now declare you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride.”

You both leaned in, he grabbed your waist, you took his face in your hand. And you kissed him, and you kissed him. His mouth against yours, it was a rushing moment, like you were soaring above the clouds. And you felt the love between, the hearts beating as one. Arthur was secure, he was your lifeline, he was your home. Arthur was yours.

Cheers were heard as you both retreated. You took his hand in his as you made your way back down the aisle. The crowd stood up for you, clapping the whole way. You would have to get used to the new weight on your finger, it was different than the engagement ring.

Once you were back on the path, you finally spoke, unable to hide your excitement.

“Gosh, I was so nervous all day, but when I got up there it wasn’t bad at all!” You exclaimed, walking closer to the church. The forest singing a merry tune for you

“I know, John had mentioned earlier that you was nervous,” Arthur replied. Your heart was beating quickly, but this time not with nerves, with excitement, with joy.

“And thank you, for the chocolate by the way. I ended up giving it to Jack, since he was ogling it the entire time,” You laughed, speaking quickly. Arthur held the door open for you as you entered the church.

“I was wondering if you would eat it or not.”

“Jack liked it. He also said he picked you that flower,” You told Arthur as you walked towards the front of the church, out towards the carriage

“The flower crown looks nice in your hair, I think he made a good choice.” You opened the door to the carriage outside. The rest of the gang would come back to camp after you left. Arthur helped you into the carriage while the driver congratulated you two.

At 19 you expected to live the rest of your life with a gang of merciless strangers who beat and did horrible things to you, but now here you are, 10 years later - married to the man who had saved you. And he had saved you every day since then, reminding that you were worth the love he could give.

And he was yours, and you were his.

•••

The party still roared to life outside. There was a feast fit for a group of outlaws, cake, never ending drinks, a vibrant bonfire, poker, stories, toasts, talks. It was everything you hoped your wedding would be. Hosea and Dutch were like proud fathers the entire night. You even saw what looked like Miss Grimshaw wiping away some tears when Hosea gave his speech.

It was interesting to say the least — when the songs started, you knew a majority of the camp had gotten drunk. Barely anyone had retired for the night — besides Strauss, and Reverend who had already blacked out. They sang songs for you and Arthur, they sang songs about love, about sex (which made you blush and hide your face, while Arthur had a dumb smirk on his face). You had switched out of your dress after the ceremony and opted for a looser small white dress.

When the crowd began saying the ‘Ring Dang Doo’ you groaned, knowing everyone would be looking at you. Arthur laughed as he sang along, watching you the entire time. The hoops and hollers were joyous as you hid your face in Arthur’s shoulder.

When the song was finally over you let out a sigh of relief, but you remained nuzzled into your husband's side. He was warm from drinking, and he had a happy glow to him. There was not another place you would rather be than to be next to him.

Hours passed smoothly, the songs became less rowdy as the party goers quickly dropped, hopefully not too hard. It was hard to believe your wedding day was over. You remained by Arthur’s side for a majority of the night. By the time Javier and John had packed up for the night — as well as an insufferably drunk Sean who’d fallen on his face getting up, it left only you and Arthur.

The fire crackled and sputtered as the remaining embers shuddered, praying to stay lit. The night was slowly coming to end, the final waves of darkness would be over soon, and light would wash over the terrain.

You were tired, you’d been awake for nearly a full day now. Your head rested on Arthur’s shoulder as he stared meaningfully into the fire, both of your eyelids heavy. You slowly blinked, trying to stay awake, to not fall asleep in the middle of camp.

“You know we could get away from this all, Arthur,” You mentioned to him, trying to suppress a yawn that was threatening to be released from your mouth.

Arthur replied with a questioning hum.

You looked up at him, “We could get away from this life, you know, start our own family.”

“You know I want that, sweetheart. Life’s just a mess right now, not sure it’s the right time,” He sighed. You turned back to look at the dwindling fire.

“I know, Arthur, I do. I just — I want a child of our own, a house, a family.”

“We’ll have that one day.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

•••

#tbor #the ballads of rebirth #rdr2 #arthur morgan x reader

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thegirlwhowritesfics · 5 years

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Golden Daughter meets Golden Son

Request: @hermanosreyes could you please do a :))) being :)) tranqs :))) daughter and your misadventures as mom/babysitter/patron saint of the unholy trinity and then theres stupid ass ez

Okay but I see Tranq as a single dad?

You’d be super close with your dad, Bish is your godfather basically dad 2.0.

the clubhouse was your second home growing up, you didn’t have many friends. No one wanted their kid to be friends with the local MC.

You were basically the golden child, full ride to college.

When you graduated and came back to Santo Padre, your dad was a little disappointed but secretly glad to have you home.

then you met the unholy trio when they are prospecting.

Instantly being attracted to Angel until he opens his mouth and you come to your senses.

them taking you under their wings, mainly because they figure they are likely to get into less trouble with you around.

You realise how much more trouble you can get into and blame it on them.

When they annoy you, pulling the prospect card and making them do stuff around the clubhouse, or cleaning your car or picking up your groceries.

When Ez gets out of prison, Angel brings him around to the clubhouse and it was love at first sight.

And lucky for you, this one wasn’t such a dumbass.

You both tried to keep it a secret, sneaking around town meeting each other in secret locations.

Coco legit busts you at least 4 times at the clubhouse, but keeps it a secret.

After six weeks of dating, Ez asks you to marry him, he gives you his moms ring.

That night you both sneak away to Vegas, knowing your dad will be furious but if you’re already married he will have to respect your wishes.

Coco sits Ez down “if you prospect for the club man, you gotta come clean about Val, Tranq is going to murder you for sneaking around with his daughter”

You and Ez decide to tell your dad, but things just keep popping up with the club and its never a good time.

Not long after Ez becomes prospect and the club is out on a run, You faint at work, you’ve been feeling sick for a little while but had put it down to stress.

Turns out, you’re pregnant.

As you’re getting ready to leave the hospital your dad, Bish, Taza, Coco and Angel show up, trying to force you back into the hospital bed.

“I knew something was wrong, you need to take care of yourself, you’re not leaving until we know whats wrong” Tranq would fuss.

“I know whats wrong” you would be yelling over all their loud voices, no one actually listening to you.

“I’M PREGNANT” You end up yelling to get everyones attention, your dad and Bish just turn to you like they have seen as ghost “and I would like to go home please”

Before you can say anything Tranq storms out of the hospital room, Bish on his heels.

Taza sweeps you up in a big hug and takes you home.

Later that night Ez shows up bloodied with a duffle bag.

“turns out we are terrible secret keepers” He groans falling inside.

“shit” you say pulling him inside and starting to clean him up.

“pregnant huh?” he says a dopey smile on his face his hand not leaving your stomach.

“I’ll talk to my dad” you tell him.

“I think its okay, I told him we were married too” Ez says “he told me to pack my shit, a husband needs to live with his wife and something about we needed a bigger house so tomorrow we would deal with that”

“oh god, as long as we don’t live on the same street as my dad, we will be fine” you groan.

“What about Angel’s street?” Ez says grinning up at you.

“I’d rather live in the scrapyard” you tell him.

“come on wife, lets go to bed” he says taking your hand and leading you to bed.

#mayans mc #mayansfx #mayans #ez reyes #ezekiel reyes #ez reyes imagines #ez reyes headcanon #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc headcanon #i wrote this #request #fanfic #fan fiction #mayans mc fanfic

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pigstepmp3-moved · 5 years

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any buck x eddie fic recs? :D

i mean. i love every single buddie fic ive ever read and i cant be asked to just Choose Some, so instead im gonna give you all of my fav buddie fic writers + my Number One Fav fic of theirs ok? ok

@lovelessmotel aka the savior of my life holy SHIT. i love every single thing emily writes, ok? shes so gd talented that its not even fair. and i think we all know my fav fic of hers: buddie librarian au. if you havent read it yet then youre legally obligated to bc its got Soft buck w glasses and messy, curly hair + disaster eddie. what more could you want out of a fic (AND maddie and chim are married in it, like?? ugh, her mind)

@evaneddie GOD DHYLEN IS FANTASTIC OK. not only are their fics so gd lovely to read, but theyre just so sweet!!!! ok!!!! owner of my heart!!!!! an enby icon!!!! and this is a v hard decision, but i think my fav fic of theirs is good morning, husband. perhaps im soft!

@eliottsevak ARABELLA IS A SAINT SEND FUCKING TWEET. choosing just one of ara’s fics to rec is so difficult bc EVERY THING SHE WRITES IS AMAZING. but i think it’s a tie between got me turning around and when you’re sober. got me turning around bc its buck w the long curly hair which, as we all know, is my favorite thing ever, and when youre sober bc buck being a dumb bastard who accidentally comes out to the love of his life? a mood

@tabbytabbytabby god tabitha is just so goddamn talented. shes got soft af fluff and painful af angst. the Full Spectrum Of Human Emotions or w/e. its so hard to pick just One of her fics bc theyre all such delightful reads, but i think my favorite just might be horrible dates, but better nights. its got buck being an entire goddamn dumbass, so what more could you ever need

@onetrueemotion / @one-eighteen yall thought i wasnt gonna add amanda to this list? puh-lease. our patron saint of buddie HAS to be on the list. i think my fav fic of amandas just might have to be blame it on the [painkillers]. i am nothing if not an entire slut for eddie taking care of buck

@hasan-minhaj aka aanal is really out here with like my number one fave series ever ok. the evan buckley vs verse IS SO GODDAMN GOOD. like, the fluff? the domesticity? the pining?? beautiful. iconic. the power her fics hold? its unbelievable

ok ok i dont know if they have a tumblr, but cargo on ao3? not only are their fics fucking AMAZING, theyre also just like. so gd sweet. theyre really out here with the comments that make me feel soft and warm inside. all of their fics so far are hurt/comfort which is like one of my FAVORITE tropes ever ok. i think my current fav fic of theirs is fix me, mostly bc fics where Buck takes care of Eddie arent very common so i just eat them right tf up when i get them

#there. might be sb else im forgetting right now but ive got no gd clue ajhfkjdfh #loves of my life the lot of them!!!#read every single one of their fics tho theyre all so incredibly talented #and its truly a pleasure to know all of them :'))))#kendall blabbers #anonymous

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eponinemylove · 6 years

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Helpful List of Gay Books for When the Straights Are Tiring

Books are great!! Reading is fun!! I want to encourage you all to really get into stories but at the same time it’s exhausting when EVERYTHING in the media is straight. People wanna read about people who are like them, you know? And not everyone is straight, so enjoy these books that represent lgbt+ characters.

The Song of Achilles. I know it’s everywhere and not all that rare, but its such a good book. Theres a reason it’s so popular, I promise. There is so much fluff and wholesome content and, of course, plenty of angst. It’s written beautifully and I’ve yet to find it’s equal. Hands down my favorite on the list, but decide for yourself!! Features resident badass Briseis and all of the iconic heroes in the Trojan War. I’m just saying this book has a special place in my heart. mlm.

They Both Die at the End. This one isn’t as talked about, but it’s a great read. Features a gay and bi mlm relationship, with an obvious amount of angst from the title. Despite the impending doom, the book does have it’s sweet and cutesy moments, which I’m a sucker for. I really loved it.

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe. Also a very popular book in lgbt ya novels, I can honestly say this one made me cry. It’s heart-wrenching and beautiful, featuring two Mexican-American teens figuring out their feelings for each other through thick and thin. It’s real and wonderfully written. mlm SLOWBURN.

Tell Me Again How a Crush Should Feel. One of my friend’s all time favorites, though I haven't gotten the chance to borrow it yet. Features a wlw poc in highschool. I can't tell you anything about it, other than I’ve been promised it’s really good! I’m definitely waiting to read it, so add it your lists as well.

The Miseducation of Cameron Post. Fair warning, I haven't read this one yet, but it’s been on my list since forever. It’s’ supposed to be sad and gut-punching, but what good book isn’t? Follows a young girl who has to come to terms with her love for women on her own, while being told by the people around her that homosexuality is a sin. It hits pretty close to home for a lot of people, and I can't wait to read it. Also it’s being turned into a movie soon so hurry!! wlw.

Simon VS the Homo Sapiens Agenda (aka Love, Simon). This book has BLOWN UP since it was adapted into the hit movie, Love, Simon. IF you’ve seen the movie before reading to book, be warned: the book is a bit different. I won't spoil anything with details. It’s very fluffy with a small amount of angst and constant fear of being outed. The last few chapters read honest to god like fanfic with how sappy the whole thing is. Highly recommend.

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue. Christ, this book is something else. Told by Monty, the patron saint of Bisexual Disasters. It’s wicked funny, truly, and had me smiling like a fool while this dumbass did his thing. Someone on this website described it as “Gay Historical Road Trip” which doesn't quite do it justice, but says enough. Featuring the two most lovable characters in history (neither of whom are Monty) and a fair amount of realizing that the main character is a [lovable] prick. mlm.

The Rest of Us Just Live Here. This is on here by the hair of its chin. I didn't even really like it, but my friend did so I’ll humor her. The idea behind it was golden: a bunch of “normal” kids living in a world where almost everyone around them is some kind of Chosen One. While it only includes like two gay characters, one of whom is presumed to be straight right up until the end, it does have a fair amount of discussion about mental illnesses like OCD and Anorexia, though nothing too graphic.

The Love Interest. This book is wild. It’s pretty much published fanficton but with OCs. That’s the best way to describe it. I didn't actually know it was gay when I bought it, but oh boy is it. It has the only acceptable use of a love triangle in literature history. I’d say you should give it a go. It’s a cute read if nothing else. Also the entire concept of the story is just?? Iconic? mlm

The entirety of the Magnus Chase series. Rick Riordan, bless him, really outdid himself with this one. Includes a pan main character, a deaf elf, a kickass muslim valkyrie and her betrothed, two gender fluid characters, and more. I love everything about this series. If you haven't read the pjo and hoo series by Riordan, I highly suggest reading them first as they're highly connected. Everything by him is a gem, each series gayer than the last. Bless. see also the Trials of Apollo series starring a literal bisexual god.

Carry On. If you’ve read Harry Potter, you’ll like this one. It started off just making an appearance in the book Fangirl, but Rainbow Rowell loved it so much she wrote it’s own story. It’s heart-wrenching and sad, but has just enough pure fluff and pining to keep readers content. I read the entire thing in one sitting the second I bought it, so trust me, it will keep you addicted. Also Rowell is working on the sequel as we speak!!

Note: I know there’s a serious shortage of wlw novels on this list. Mlm are for some reason much more popular, but as soon as I discover some more I’ll add them. For now, reblog with more books to help spread to readers looking for a little representation!

#gay #lgbt #lesbian #bi #mlm #wlw #novels #read #books #lgbt literature #ya #fantasy #fiction

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ofstarsandvibranium · 6 years

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How Unlikely

Fandom: Marvel (Mob Boss AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You run into the Boss of Brooklyn himself, Bucky Barnes. However, he isn't who people claim to be...until he is.

A/N: here’s a Mob Boss au that no one asked for. I was inspired by @sgtjbuccky ‘s current series “Run to Me”.

It was an unlikely thing. Seeing such a bright and caring person hanging around the most dangerous man in Brooklyn. But you know what they say: opposites attract.

You met the Big Bad Mob Boss of Brooklyn, Bucky Barnes, on accident. You saw him intimidating a teenager and you called him out on it. Hearing your voice, he turned to you.

"Pick on someone your own size!"

He was immediately drawn to you. He let go of the kid and stalked over to you, "Like you, doll face?"

He saw fire in your eyes, "If it means you leave that kid alone, then yes."

Bucky chuckled, "What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Not tellin' ya, sweetheart."

Bucky smirked, "Well I can find out later. Ya know have my guys rough some people up, but we both know you don't want that, huh?"

You gulped, "Y/N."

He nodded, "Pretty name for a pretty girl." He stepped back and eyed you up and down. He then said, "I'll see ya around, doll face."

After that encounter, you did see him around a lot more. He'd show up to your work with food, flowers, and occasionally some expensive gift, which you always declined. He'd "run into you" while you were out running errands and end up taking you out to impromptu dates. You hated to admit, you were really falling for him.

He had incredibly good looks with his bright blue eyes, gelled hair, and charming smile. His laugh was music to your ears. He wasn't what everyone said he was. He wasn't cruel, rude, forceful. He was actually sweet, funny, and caring. He was just Bucky to you. Your Bucky.

When Bucky's friend and right hand man, Steve found out about you, he was livid, "I WAS GONE FOR A COUPLE OF MONTHS! AND NOW YOU GOT SOME GIRL-"

"SHE AIN'T JUST A GIRL, STEVE!" Steve leaned against the brick wall outside the restaurant and bar Bucky owned next to his boss and best friend, "Do you love her?"

Bucky scoffed, "C'mon, Steve-"

"Don't mess around with me, Buck. Do. You. Love. Her?"

Bucky looked down at his feet. His hands still remained in his pockets, "Yeah...I do."

"Jesus, Bucky. Are you kidding me?"

Bucky was suddenly filled with anger and frustration, "Shut the fuck up, Steve! You don't get it! She's different! She sees me! Really sees me!"

Steve shook his head, "She's in a shit ton of danger now, you know that?"

"I'll protect her."

"That's not good enough. You have to make it seem like she's nothing to you. You gotta push her away"

Bucky looked at his friend confused, "I can't do that."

Steve gave his friend a stern look, "Well you're gonna have to."

You hadn't heard from Bucky in three days. You figured he was just busy but even so, he always managed to send you some message saying that he was fine and that he missed you. Something obviously happened.

On the fourth day, hearing nothing from Bucky, you went to the place that Bucky told you not to go: The Compound. It was where he and the rest of his gang stayed and hung out. You just waltzed in there into some sort of lounge. There in the middle of the room, you saw him. You saw Bucky. He was fine, but your heart still shattered into pieces. Why? Because he had a beautiful brunette sitting on his lap and he was making out with her.

Bucky pulled away, his mouth covered in bright red lipstick. He then turned to you and he immediately knew he'd broken your heart. You stood there, teary-eyed, until Steve told some guys to escort you out. You left without a fight.

Bucky felt like complete shit without you. He missed you terribly. He hated you for making him fall for you, but he mostly hated himself. He knew what he had with you wouldn't last, not with the type of shit he's involved in. He just hoped it would've lasted a bit longer.

Despite what he's put you through, Bucky still made the effort of keeping an eye out for you. Behind Steve's back, of course. He assigned different men every day to check up on you, to see how you're doing. They all came back giving the same report: "she's fine, but she looks miserable", they'd say.

Bucky was out with the same brunette from that night, Linda. They were walking downtown. Linda was yammering on about something, Bucky wasn't paying attention. A shimmer of gold caught his eye.

He looked to his left and saw you sitting at the window of your favorite cafe. You were reading a book and fiddling with an all too familiar necklace.

"This here is a pendant with Saint Valentine on it, the patron saint of love." He said as he hooked the piece of jewelry around your neck.

You giggled, "You saying you love me, Bucky Barnes?"

He stepped in front of you and shrugged, a fond smile on his face, "Maybe."

"Helloooo! Bucky, baby?"

He looked to Linda, "Sorry, huh?"

"I said we need to hurry! My nail appointment's soon."

Bucky nodded, "Alright. Let's go." He tugged Linda's hand and took one more glance at you. His chest tightening up with hurt and ache.

You were taking a nightly stroll. You knew you shouldn't have, but you needed the air. When you passed by an alleyway you heard a young voice, "Please! I'll get the money! I promise!"

You creeped closer to see three men holding up a teenager against the wall. This seemed familiar.

"Hey! Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"

One of the men stepped closer to you and you caught the glint if his knife. He held it up and pointed it to you, "Like you, sweetheart?" Your heart was hammering in your chest.

"If it means you leave that kid alone, then yes."

The man nodded and his two goons let the kid go. The teenager scrambled your way, the exit. He gave you a heaitant look and you mouthed, "Go."

The three men circled you, "You're pretty, baby face. Pretty stupid." His blade glided along your neck making you whimper with fear. He chuckled, "Not so brave now, are ya?"

"Let her go." The men and yourself turned to the noise. It was Bucky holding up a gun, "Don't want no trouble. Let her go and I'll let you live." The men held their hands up and slowly backed away.

Bucky looked at you, "C'mon, Y/N." You gave out a breath of relief and rushed over to him. Bucky kept his gun on the three men until they ran down the street and out of sight. Bucky sighed and holstered his gun, "You could've died, Y/N."

"Whatever." You mumbled and tried to walk away, but stopped you.

"It's not whatever! There were seconds away from carving into you!"

"WHY DO YOU CARE?!" Bucky stood there speechless, "YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO SAVE ME! I'M NOTHING TO YOU! YOU GOT SOME NEW CHICK, GO WORRY ABOUT HER!"

Bucky gripped your arm and pulled you closer to him as he sneered, "You're everything to me."

"Bullshit!"

"It's not bullshit, Y/N. I love you!" Bucky's eyes softened and his shoulders sagged, "I love you."

You yanked your arm from his hold and slapped him, "Fuck you, Bucky Barnes." You backed away, but Bucky followed.

"You havfa believe me!"

"Why?! You never called or messaged me or showed up to my place or work. I never heard from you and then I see you making out with some other girl!"

"It's so I don't lose you!"

"A look what happened! You lost me!"

Bucky shook his head, "I didn't." He stepped closer and pulled out the necklace he gifted you from beneath your shirt, "If I truly lost you, you wouldn't be wearing this right now."

Your breath hitched and your eyes started to water. Bucky continued, "Being with me brings a lot of danger towards you. You become a target. I can't have that."

"Why couldn't you just tell me about this? Why couldn't you just talk to me?"

"It was for the best." He mumbled.

You shook your head, "I should get a say in what's best for me."

Bucky leaned forward, resting his forehead on yours, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I want to be with you, I do, but right now...there's some things I gotta take care of before we can be together again."

"How long will that take?"

Bucky shrugged, "I don't know."

You stroked Bucky's cheek with the back of your hand and he leaned into your touch, "I'll wait for you. For however long you need. Just keep in touch. Yeah? So I know your dumbass isn't dead."

Bucky smirked, "You like my dumb ass."

You shook your head, "No. I love your dumb ass."

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader

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davetheshady · 6 years

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thoughts from my vain quest to see tlj more times than aotc in theaters

3 to 4, prequel ahead by one. it closes around me this week and i don’t think i’m gonna make it

anyway, random observations:

- Poe is 100% calling him “General Hugs”

- So... if Luke didn’t know Rey was coming, did he just put on his Jedi robes for the specific purpose of brooding dramatically at the top of a cliff??

- Holdo has a built-in halo in her hair. Patron saint of the chain of command.

- the Resistance’s ships have safety railings on their stairways

- I find it incredibly endearing that when Leia Force-zooms back onto the ship Poe has already run all the way back from the hangar and plastered himself against the window to watch her. Either he was determined to find out what happened to her and watch to the end or he already believed she would survive, because clearly an explosion and the vacuum of space is not enough to take down Leia Organa.

- I am disappointed in Maz Kanata for not supporting her union

- I like to think that, since the Resistance uses the same starbird symbol as the Rebel Alliance, Rose’s ring is actually just a mass-reproduced toy Rebellion decoder ring from a cracker jack box. Poe probably has like fifty of them.

- The second time Rey and Benlo Force-skype, there’s a shot of her standing under the Falcon just grinning at the rain because there’s all this water just falling out of the sky. PRECIOUS.

- The captain of the medical frigate tells Holdo “Godspeed, rebels”, which she repeats to the departing transports, the same way Poe repeats her speech at the end of the movie. The Resistance is A+ at the retweet

- When Rose tells Finn to look closer at the corruption in Canto Bight, he literally picks up a pair of binoculars and zooms in on the fathier race. Bless. No wonder he and “reach out” Rey get along so well.

- The most unbelievable part of the Canto Bight story is that after going to the effort of arresting Finn and Rose for illegal parking, they didn’t tow their ship off their beach. The PPA would have crushed it in a garbage compactor in like five minutes for just letting their meter expire.

- Post credits scene: everyone is all “we’re trying to rebuild the Resistance but we barely have any resources :( :( :(” and then BB-8 coughs up a cool million credits in leftover poker chips

- The reason Luke bursts in on Rey and Kylo’s fireside chat is because Snoke was actively connecting them, and Luke had just finally opened himself up to the Force enough to sense his evil Force-skyping

- There is some grade-a chair emoting when Rose is being all disapproving at DJ aboard their stolen ship. First she swivels in with Sheer Disappointment, then swivels away with Cutting Dismissal. ROSE TICO OUT.

- Luke dresses up in his formal Jedi robes just so he can burn down the last remnants of the Jedi. (He was definitely wearing them just to brood at the beginning.) And people say he got nothing from his mother.

- The burning Force tree looks like the Rebel/Resistance starbird, which is great because 1) starbirds are a lot like phoenixes, reborn from the ashes of their former lives and 2) they are the spark that will light the fire etc etc

- Yoda tells Luke something like “wisdom they possess, but everything in the sacred Jedi texts is already in the girl Rey”. But she takes the books anyway, because we see them in a drawer in the Falcon... when they’re discovered by Finn. HMMMM #finnisajedi2k18

- I also really appreciate that Yoda is still hanging around as a Force ghost, because let’s be honest: the galaxy is still dealing with the problems he failed to prevent, and if he really wants to restore balance, they’ve all got a lot of work to do.

- I have no idea if it’s because he usually fights in flowing robes, or because his first teacher was half a head shorter than him, or because Snoke wants him to look like a dumbass, but Benlo’s fighting style isn’t so much “arcane Jedi form” as “gangly flailing octopus”

- At the beginning of the movie, Rey calls Benlo “murderous snake!” and at the end, Rose calls DJ one too. Looks like someone’s a bad influence.

- this was not in the movie but I just found it and it’s hilarious

- One of my favorite worldbuilding details from this trilogy is that everyone in the First Order is trained in hand-to-hand combat with melee weapons capable of countering a lightsaber, just in case they get the chance to fight a Jedi.

- Not only does the one Resistance guy lick the salt and then helpfully inform us “salt,” but his buddy standing next to him gives him the most beautiful “what the actual fuck Steve” face in the movie

- The reason the Resistance’s plan even had a chance of working was because their skimmers could stay low (VERY LOW) to the ground, which as Finn told us in the first movie confuses the tracking on TIE fighters

- And in fact Rey draws them off by initially taking off upwards into a more tempting altitude for them

- The Bigass AT-ATs have little shields around their front legs because at least ONE engineer learned from previous generations’ mistakes and thought ‘maybe we should make it harder for them to trip’

- As Chewie flies through bits of the planet’s surface, he gets the music from what I’m pretty sure is the trench run. Fuck yeah Chewie

- When Benlo is poking Force-projection Luke with his lightsaber, and when Han’s fuzzy dice disappear later, they give off a mystic blue glow just like a Force ghost

- In a movie of hilariously dramatic Skywalker wardrobe choices, my new favorite is that after Benlo ostentatiously sheds his cloak to fight Luke, even though he’s figured out it was a diversion and that the Resistance might be escaping, he still takes the time to pick it up and dust it off so he can properly swoop around while invading the empty base

- Force kid at the end is, of course, holding a broom. Sanitation workers are the true force of good in the galaxy.

#star wars #the last jedi #star wars meta #rey #finn #finnisajedi2k18 #poe dameron #rose tico #kylo ren #amilyn holdo #princess leia #luke skywalker #maz kanata

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literally-ritsu · 6 years

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A long overdue apology.

Ao3

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The question itself is heartbreakingly innocent, and so full of hope that it hurts.

“Senpai, do you… feel anything for me?”

As usual, Ritsu is looking down. But for once, his words aren’t stuttered.

Masamune can’t even take a moment to appreciate this fact though, because he’s too distracted thinking about how best to gently explain to Ritsu that he is a dumbass.

‘Yes!’ Masamune thinks desperately. ‘God, how could you even ask me something like that, idiot? I’m pretty sure that I’ve never loved anyone more than you.“

He inhales slightly, preparing himself to say the words so desperate to escape.

They’re meant to reassure.

But that’s not what happens.

What happens instead is this: Masamune Takano opens his mouth to soothe Ritsu’s heart.

He ends up breaking it instead.

Masamune shoots up in bed.

‘What the hell was that?’

He puts a hand over his chest. His heart is pounding heavily. He’s never had that dream before.

‘Was that why we broke up?’

Up until that point, he honestly had not remembered the exact details of their breakup.

Except, of course, for being drop kicked in the face for no apparent reason. That, he remembered in excruciating detail.

But, if his dream, no, nightmare had any truth to it…

‘Wow.’

Masamune stares at the ceiling in contemplation.

'I am an asshole.’

He looks to his right, where the very object of his thoughts is dozing obliviously.

'No wonder he drop-kicked me. I want to drop-kick me.’

Ritsu’s eyes are closed, and his breathing is deep and even. He’s snoring just a little, and like everything else about him, Masamune finds it adorable.

He’s also not wearing a shirt, much to Masamune’s delight, as clothes had become… ahem, bothersome,earlier.

Asleep and unguarded for once, Ritsu seems like an angel. He looks so at peace, and so uncharacteristically vulnerable.

'I almost ruined this.’

Something in Masamune’s heart fills until it hurts.

'I did ruin it. I almost lost him forever.’

As usual when it concerns Ritsu, Masamune is not in control of his actions as he pulls the sleeping man to his chest in a firm embrace.

'I hurt him. And cost us both ten years of unnecessary suffering.’ the thought stings like acid.

A questioning groan pierces the air, signalling that Ritsu is awake.

Masamune freezes.

“Takano?”

Well shit, he wasn’t supposed to wake up.

“Takano, hey, is something wrong?”

The concern in Ritsu’s voice makes him smile, and he relaxes slightly.

'To hell with it.’ he thinks, tightening his grip around the younger man. 'This has been a long time coming anyways.’

“Takano, you’re kind of freaking me out here, you know?” Ritsu twists his neck around to look at Masamune’s face.

Sensing an opportunity to tease, he smirks. “Sorry, you just looked so peaceful.” he says, leaning in so that he can whisper in Ritsu’s ear. “It really made me want to mess you up.”

A noise escapes Ritsu’s throat, and his face explodes into flames, but otherwise there is no outward reaction.

'Damn, I must be losing my touch.’

“Takano.” Ritsu’s voice is firm. “Please tell me that you did not wake me up at whatever the hell time it is because you want sex.”

“…”

“Oh my god, I hate you.”

Masamune chuckles and presses a kiss to Ritsu’s head. “Relax, why don’t you. I’m just kidding.” he rests his chin on the shoulder of the grumbling man. “Besides, if that had been why I woke you up, we wouldn’t be talking right now, would we?”

Ritsu sputters. “Shameless jerk!”

Masamune shrugs. What? It’s true.

“Well, if there’s not any reason for you waking me up at this unholy hour,” Ritsu glares pointedly, “I’m going back to bed.”

Masamune sighs. Looks like it’s time to be serious now.

“Actually, there was something.

Ritsu raises an eyebrow, and stares expectantly.”

“I just wanted to tell you that I’m an asshole.”

Ritsu blinks once.

Twice.

“Okay? I already knew that. Is there any particular reason you felt the need to point it out in the middle of the night?”

Ritsu’s bluntness startles a laugh out of Masamune. “Alright, I walked into that one.”

Ritsu sticks his tongue out at him.

God, he loves this man.

“It’s just…” Masamune hesitates.

Observant as always, Ritsu frowns. Slowly, he reaches out to grab Masamune’s hand.

“What? What is it?” the concern in Ritsu’s voice goes straight to his heart.

It’s official. Masamune does not deserve him.

'It’s nothing, really. I just had a weird dream, and it made me realize some things.“ He squeezes Ritsu’s hand back tightly.

He doesn’t deserve him, but like hell is he ever letting him go again.

“Like how I never really apologised, did I?” he runs his thumb across Ritsu’s knuckles.

“Huh?” Ritsu furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

Masamune laughs wryly. A walking contradiction as always, Risu is just as oblivious as he is observant. “For back then. Ten years ago.” He clarifies gently.

Ritsu’s breath hitches.

“Back then, I broke your heart. And I never even said I was sorry.”

“W-what are you talking about?” Ritsu’s voice is high pitched and panicked. His eyes are wildy scanning the room, looking desperately at anything but Masamune. “Besides, that’s ancient history. You don’t need to-”

“Ritsu, I love you.”

Ritsu’s rambling finally dies out, and he, very attractively, gapes like a fish for a few moments.

“That’s what I should have said when you asked if I loved you. It’s what I was going to say but,” Masamune lifts the hand that not holding Ritsu’s up to cover his face. “That clearly did not happen.”

“Taka-”

“So, while it may have taken me ten years, I just wanted to finally answer you properly.” Masamune shifts until he is fully facing Ritsu. He takes both of his hands and interlaces their fingers.

The younger man’s eyes are wide in amazement, and Masamune loves it, loves him, painfully.

“Yes, Ritsu, I do have feelings for you.” he kisses the backs of both of Ritsu’s hands.

The strangled hitch in his throat is music to Masamune’s ears.

“Very strong feelings.”

A kiss on his forehead.

You drive me crazy, you know?“

He leans in, lips just touching Ritsu’s own.

“And I’m pretty sure that I’ve never loved anyone more than-”

“Okay, that’s enough!”

Masamune notes with displeasure that Ritsu’s face is now much too far away.

Ritsu’s cheeks are burning fiercely, and his gaze is stubbornly locked on their joined hands.

Masamune watches with avid interest as he takes a deep breath, and squares his shoulders.

“Look, it’s true, what happened back then really messed me up.” he tears his gaze upwards to look into Masamune’s eyes, and there’s a challenge in his gaze. “But don’t you dare try to put all of the blame on yourself!”

Masamune’s eyebrows raise in shock.

“After all, It was partly my fault, and I know that I hurt you too. So can’t we just, I don’t know.” he pauses, struggling to find the proper words.

Masamune absently wonders how the hell he managed to live without this man for ten years.

“How about, let’s just, call it even?” Ritsu smiles.

It’s weary, but also hopeful.

Masamune thinks it’s beautiful.

A weight worth ten years of heartbreak is lifted from his shoulders.

Masamune exhales, long and deep. “How can you be so amazing? I really don’t deserve you.” he leans forward so that his forehead is resting in the crook of Ritsu’s neck. “Thank you, Ritsu.”

“S-shut up and stop saying embarrassing things!” Ritsu complains.

It would be more convincing if Masamune couldn’t feel the heat of his blush.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop for now.” he relents. “But it’s your own fault. Can’t you see what time it is? You should know better than to keep your boss up this late.”

Ritsu gasps, outraged. “You’re the one who woke me up!”

“Did I? That doesn’t seem right.”

Ritsu clenches his teeth, and sends a quick prayer for patience. “I am going to bed. If you wake me up again before eight tomorrow, I will not be held responsible for my actions.” he promises vehemently.

Masamune snorts at the threat. “Right. Whatever you say.”

Ritsu grumbles at the patronizing tone, and let’s out a huge yawn.

Masamune feels a slight twinge of guilt. “Wow, it really is late. Come here.” he opens his arms.

The lack of hesitation Ritsu displays in accepting his offer warms his heart greatly.

“Sorry for waking you up. I really didn’t mean to.”

Ritsu yawns again. “It’s okay. I’m glad you told me. I’ve already said that it’s a pain for me if you don’t tell me what’s bothering you.” he says, his voice fading quickly.

Masamune smiles fondly.

“And thanks for apologising. You really didn’t have to, but it means a lot to me that you did.” Ritsu’s face is suspiciously warm against Masamune’s chest.

“Goodnight, Takano.” Ritsu’s voice is more of a sigh, and he is out like a light in seconds.

Masamune huffs out a laugh, and pulls Ritsu closer. He doesn’t know what he could have possibly done to earn Ritsu’s forgiveness, but so far all evidence is pointing towards being a saint in a previous life.

'You are far, far too good for me.’

“Goodnight, Ritsu. I love you.”

He doesn’t receive a response, but he could swear that Ritsu smiles.

#sekaiichi hatsukoi #takano x onodera #my fic #fanfic

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fedorasaurus · 6 years

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I tried very hard to write this Freehoun fic, but I'm currently a bit frustrated with it.

You know how sometimes, you have an idea for a story, except that it's actually just a bunch of disconnected images and bits of scenes or dialogue that you can't quite figure out how to mash together in a coherent way?

Anyway, this first part is relatively good, and mostly tame enough for my main blog, so please enjoy this incomplete work-in-progress as a contribution to the rarepair content for the time being:

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It never occurred to Barney Calhoun how thin Gordon Freeman was. Not thin in a way that implied poor health (Black Mesa encouraged its employees to be physically fit and trained in basic combat skills, even those in non-security positions), but his body was lean in a way he hadn't expected.

He'd been so accustomed to seeing the physicist maneuvering in the bulky H.E.V. suit (or even just in his plain work clothes and lab coat) that observing Gordon now, in all his slender nakedness, was a little bit jarring. The other thing he'd never considered was just how many freckles dotted his pale skin, as if his shoulders and chest were an inverted star field. Barney hadn't anticipated these things, and so he found himself flustered at the sheer elegant handsomeness of the man who sat upon his bed.

Perhaps it was his stunned silence while gazing at him that made Gordon uncomfortable.

"Is this okay?" Gordon's hands shook slightly with each nervous word.

"Are you kidding? This is the most okay since... I dunno...! You look amazing!" Barney immediately regretted the forcefulness of his reply as he fumbled to loose the buttons of his uniform. He'd hoped that Gordon wouldn't interpret his sharp tone and reddened face as a signal of disappointment and agitation, although looking like a smitten buffoon wasn't much more preferable.

"You're... you look REALLY amazing," Barney tried again, failing to find different words but at least managing to soften them with the repetition.

Truth be told, it was SO much more complicated than Gordon looking freckled and slender and sexy as hell. So much more than this being their first night being THIS intimate together, so much MORE than Barney and Gordon being nervous and horny and JUST drunk enough to take the edge off. If only he could express these feelings in a way more elegant than petty compliments! After all, Gordon was a goddamn genius, while Barney was... well, he'd never call himself a dumbass, but stammering such things as "you look amazing" was a compelling argument of that.

"You look very handsome too," Gordon replied with a smile, pausing briefly to reach back and free the hair from its hold in a short ponytail. It fell almost imperceptibly against his neck, but it rounded out his face in a subtle frame backlit by the soft bluish glow of a computer monitor, in a way that made Barney think of the halos behind the heads of saints in Renaissance paintings.

Ah yes, there he is: Dr. Freeman, the patron saint of science and sexiness, Barney thought to himself, unable to hold back the short cackle that came with it.

Gordon cocked his head in blatant confusion.

"Ah... Nothin,' Gordon, don't worry about it. You just look-- ...yeah."

#uh #it gets a little raunchy from here #I'll post the rest if I'm ever satisfied with it #Freehoun #fanfic #work in progress #writing #*covers face*

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umbylievable · 6 years

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Briton!

So Briton is old as fuck. Like the oldest fucker to ever fuck around the earth. Well okay not the absolute oldest I mean there are actually a lot of people older than him but that's not the point.The point is that. You know how you get older and everything new that comes out is bullshit and you start getting tired at 6:30 and grocery trips begin to take 3 hours bc you have to read the backs of the boxes of 14 different kinds of cereal to decide which one has the most fiber per cent so you can get the best deal?Imagine doing that but for like 9000 years and that's Briton. Actually imagine doing that but for 9000 years AND being ugly and that's Briton.I mean he's not actually ugly like universally butSEE when the deristians fell into hard times (an understatement) during the purge they yelled out to their goddess. But the way the gods work is that their power diminishes as their followers decline, bc it's actually that they're powered by a little bitty piece of magic that's reflected off of every believing soul. So with the whole mass genocide happening, Brenna was majorly weakened, and she didn't have enough power on her own to help her people. So she reached out to her sister goddess, Luun, patron saint of demons, and asked her for help. And Luun, cosmic dumbass, warrior-born, entrenched in and celebrated by a culture that valued battle and physical power above all others, helped by taking one of Brenna's precious children and giving him all the attributes of one of her own children.This is basically like. Okay I was gonna say "if dog god made a cat buff and able to dig really big holes and shit" but you know what?? He did. That's a fucking hyena. Briton is the fucking hyena of the deristians. He's the only one that doesn't fit into the box and he takes it pretty hard. Fun fact about Briton, no one really knows this but his blessing from Luun also came with really unexpected demon features like he now has an extra row of teeth and retractable claws and his ears are the "wrong" shape, which is why he keeps his hair long and doesn't show his teeth when he smiles and doesn't let people touch his hands.ANYWAY once he sort of let go of his apprehensions and prejudices a little and started dating demons he realized he wasn't irredeemably ugly after all, and dealing with Umbre has actually given him a lot of confidence. Before the rise of the new demon lord, Briton was sort of just a figurehead. The rest of the Thirteen did all of the real work of the government and Briton was just. A tired old hero from a long-gone time. He was basically viewed as a retired instrument of war, like an antique cannon, and he had a hard time not thinking of himself as such. But Umbre meant meetings, and due to security concerns the rest of the Thirteen are not allowed, so Briton kinda had to stand on his own feet for once and discovered!!! Wow!!! I actually know a lot about politics and I am kind of a good Lord. Likewise, Briton's role in the deristian territories has really shifted over the past century or so, and he has actual power now. Most of the Thirteen are happy about this bc Briton is like their little brother but a couple of them (like Isaac) wish he had never stepped up bc he's an advocate for peace between them and the empire and he hasn't pushed to reclaim all of their ancestral land.Uhhh some more Briton facts. He loves tea with blood and milk. He reads constantly, and he listens to audiobooks when he works out. Unlike most deristians who are used to blood substitutes, Briton thinks they taste "like nickel" and mostly only drinks real blood. This is because he's a "warm feeder:" a deristian who's drunk blood directly from the vein. In modern parlance this specifically denotes a deristian who's had DERISTIAN blood, which is toxic and can cause unbridled aggression, but once you become a warm feeder you can't go back. You either keep feeding off of people or you eventually waste away and die. Briton has been granted additional fortitude from Luun, but he gets horrific cravings and still bites himself just for the rush of the taste. He also (consensually) feeds from Amnivelle sometimes, which isn't bad for his system like deristian blood but instead gives a major rush of chemicals to his brain that's like endorphins + dopamine. He eats a shitton of protein in a day. Spinach and bananas are also part of his regular diet. He doesn't eat out much and he follows the same meal plan every single week. His favorite color is, surprisingly, blue! Specifically, cobalt. He thinks it's a very chill calming color, and it's likewise the color of his bedding and a few pieces scattered around his room, which is otherwise very muted and decked out in neutral tones.He loves romantic dramas and he never misses his 10pm-12am shows and he's not afraid to cry.He okay I have to take Genna outside so let's just end this here yeah

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How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful - trixya

Hello! It’s ladyalix here, and I have tried something new: it’s a oneshot centred around the song “how big, how blue, how beautiful” by Florence and the machine from the album of the same name. I highly recommend listening to the song if you read to get the full fic experience. It’s about trixie leaving for her summer in Provincetown and katyas feelings about it; I use she/her but whether it’s cis girls or queens I’ve left vague so imagine what you want. (I personally read it as lesbians.) Trigger warnings for discussion of religion and mental illness.

The apartment in Los Angeles wasn’t big, or particularly fancy, but it was theirs. Something belonging just to Trixie and Katya, no one else. And that was something. When they first moved in, Trixie was amused that Katya tacked up her crucifix and saints. It had been a long time since her girlfriend had believed in miracles, but there they were, looking down rather sternly at the couple. “I wish you didn’t have to go,” came Katya’s muffled voice from the bed. After living here for nearly two years Trixie still wasn’t used to the California sun, the way it filtered through the wide bedroom window and wrapped around her girlfriend’s body like an embrace. The pattern of sunlit blinds formed stripes on Katya’s bare back, illuminated her already pale eyes until they were nearly translucent; in the sun, Katya looked rather ethereal. “It’s only for two weeks. And you’re going to come see me at the end, right?” “Mom wants me to,” grinned Katya. “Never mind that Provincetown’s six hours away from Marlborough.” “It’s closer than where we are now,” argued Trixie playfully, tousling Katya’s blond curls, already disturbed by sleep. “Fair point”, Katya conceded. Her strong arms enveloped Trixie’s body, pulling her down onto the bed with her. The sheets were soft, white, welcoming; Katya’s body was warm, and Trixie wished she did not have to get up. “I’m going to miss my flight,” she muttered, knowing full well that she had no intention of hurrying herself. “You’re going to text me every day, right? And video chat?” “Of course. The time difference is going to be annoying, though. You’ll be waiting for me to wake up. A lot.” “No different from usual, then,” Katya teased. “I’m surprised you’re actually up now.” There was a flurry of kisses and Trixie’s hands in Katya’s, reluctant to let go. “Say hi to the seals for me,” Katya murmured into Trixie’s chest. “I think you mean bears,” laughed Trixie. Katya shook her head. “I know what bears are, dumbass, I was talking about real seals. In the ocean. When I was little and we went to the cape I always used to see them in the water. I always thought I was going to turn into a seal and live with them in the ocean. I haven’t seen my seal friends in years, so say hi to them for me, and let them know I’m doing okay.” “Okay, weirdo. I’ll tell the seals Katya called.”

Trixie, well, Trixie was… soft. All curves and gentle waves to Katya’s sharp angles and churning waters, Lake Michigan to her North Atlantic. And she loved it. Trixie had big brown eyes like a deer and calloused fingers from hours playing her guitar, loose peroxide-blonde curls and tanned skin; Trixie fit in here in California. She had come here first, rented the apartment first, made friends first. Katya mostly followed, arm candy in her girlfriend’s shadow, which was okay, because Katya needed Trixie. Trixie reminded Katya to take her medicine and checked in every day, “are you okay, babe?”, just in case. She made cookies and filled the house with their sweet smell sometimes, she kissed Katya every time she saw her, but always asked beforehand. What the hell am I going to do without her, she thought. It was funny - she’d survived thirty-three years without Trixie at her side. Why couldn’t she look after herself for two fucking weeks? It had been a long time since she’d believed in patron saints and miracles but just in case, her eyes wandered to her personal favourite, Saint Dymphna directly over her pillow, patron of mental illness and psychiatry, and she mouthed a quick plea. She had to make it through these two weeks. She had to. She needed a lot more than Trixie and Dymphna, but they had to do, Katya supposed, because being responsible for herself was hard. “What happens if I need you and you’re asleep?” Katya found herself asking. She sounded clingy and desperate and she was sure Trixie must be exasperated. “Then you call me until I wake up,” said Trixie solemnly, cradling Katya in her strong arms again, “and you tell me exactly what’s wrong.” “What if it’s the middle of the night and I’m thinking about the seals and how I haven’t been to the cape in three years and they think I’ve abandoned them?” “You’re impossible, Katya.” “I know.”

The California sky was big and blue and beautiful before them as Katya hoisted Trixie’s second suitcase over her shoulder. “Shouldn’t the Lyft be here by now?” Trixie muttered, checking the rideshare app on her phone. “Whatever, it just means we get a nice, extra-long goodbye.” When the car finally pulled up, and Trixie finally pried herself away from Katya and got in the backseat crammed between a copious amount of luggage, both of them were reluctant to let go. Trixie closed her eyes to make it easier, letting the sunlight on her skin fade as the air conditioning whirred, letting the scent of cigarettes and Katya’s perfume cling to her for every last second she could. When she opened her eyes Katya was gone, rather like a mirage, a watering hole just out of her reach. She pulled out her phone to see Katya had already left her a message.

Have fun on your tour, krasotka. Every city is a gift. i’m making you a wish. See you in two weeks.

#trixya #ladyalix #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #rpdr fanfiction #submission

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blessedsinnersrp-blog · 7 years

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Follow your fellow sheep down to the slaughter, Lennon.

You’ve been accepted as Colette Young with the FC Emmy Rossum. Saying wow five hundred times would not adequately describe how we felt about your audition. The depth you put into Colette was incomparable. she already had so many issues, and you were cruel enough to add to the pot. You are just such an incredibly talented writer, and we can’t wait to watch this town devour your characters.

Please send in your account within the next twenty-four hours.

desired character → colette wanda young

face claims ⟨⟨ please list 2-3 options ⟩⟩ → emmy rossum, phoebe tonkin

why do you want this character → Colette is a fascinating character to me; her skeleton suggests that there is a lot more than what meets the eye which I positively love. It’s not that she’s stronger than she seems, it’s that she is likely weaker. The first bullet point suggests someone who is fearless and blunt, but the fact that she allows these men to walk all over her suggest something else. She reminds me a lot of the women I grew up around- truly southern women. Not the bless your heart church goers, but the redneck wives that are tough as nails but ‘know their place.’ I have a love/hate relationship with that trope and I wanted to try to make it my own.

character quote ⟨⟨ this can be dialogue that your character has said, a song lyric, etc. just something that catches the vibe of your person ⟩⟩ → i have survived so many fires, i can no longer tell if i am alive or still burning

possible future plot ideas ⟨⟨ this could be pertaining to a certain direction you wish to take your character as well as connections and potential plots with other characters ⟩⟩ →

I’m still trying to feather out exactly where I think Colette would go but I do have a few basic connections with most of the groups already existing in bumfuck.

i. The MCs; Obviously, she works for them, she fears them in her own way, and she fucking despises them. I would love to see how her interactions differ between the older more racist members and the newer ones. She would be weary of all of them and I can’t see her being fond of Hunter at all- ‘yes ma’am. no, i don’t mean hunter- i mean ma’am. because like it or not having that name don’t make you better than me, ya’ fuckin’ bitch.’ Colette hates it when people talk down to her and I could see Hunter doing that a lot- doing woman’s work at all that. It would really rub her the wrong way because of everyone involved with the MCs, she would expect Hunter to get it. And the fact that she would treat her the same way as the testosterone fueled dumbasses, boils her blood. If anything, she might try to fuck Leo to secure her position in the bar, and to make sure one of his trigger happy minions won’t shoot her if she ever snaps at them.

ii. Church Goers; Depending on how long the members have been there, they might remember Colette and her siblings coming to church every Sunday. Or when they suddenly stopped because their momma was serving life in prison for shooting their daddy in the head. It wouldn’t be that shocking if one of them reached out to her family following the tragedy of their father’s death. Colette fucking hates the church and everything that has to do with religion but she likely sees a lot of them around town. She has probably butted heads more than once with Jeremiah and Juliet, which isn’t doing her any favors. As her skeleton stated, she’s likely served multiple church goers and she loves having something over the self proclaimed saints.

iii. The Law; She, like any self respecting redneck, does not much care for the police. She doesn’t trust them and even though it has been over ten years since she shot her father, she is still worried that someone is going to reopen the case of her father’s murder and find her guilty. No one, save for one of her younger sisters, knows that she was the one that killed her father. I would love to see that fear explored on a deeper level.

iv. Meth Ring; Her family- her father, her mother, her brothers and sisters- have all dabbled in the drugs and meth has always had a place in her family’s home. Her siblings have probably dealt for the ring before. I could see her father have worked for or with the ring before, but if that doesn’t comply with what you guys had in mind I totally understand. Either way, I think that she, or at least her family, would be well known to the ring. Remi is, of course, another connection that I think would be amazing because I can’t see how this relationship wouldn’t be toxic as hell. As much as Colette knows that she’s addicted- like really fucking addicted to the point that she’s turning into her dearest mother- she can’t stop. That’s the great thing about addiction, ya see. And she probably has a love/hate relationship with Remi, loves that he keeps giving her what she wants but hates him because she sees him as something of an enabler.

v. Other- Character Specific; Colette could have a very interesting relationship with Rhys, simply because he likely frequents the bar she works at and he’s associated with the criminal justice system so she already has a chip on her shoulder against him.

Other - General;

- Colette is very protective over her siblings, particularly her younger sisters. She’s acted as the ‘father with a shotgun’ for much of their lives so she probably could have threatened someone who was attempting to fuck one of her siblings.

- Colette is a sucker for a pretty face - well, not really, but she does get around a lot. I could see her having one or more fuck buddies.

- I can’t imagine Colette has a lot, or really any, friends, but I imagine that she has one or two from high school or childhood that remained in her life. After all, with how fuckin’ small bumfuck is, it would be impossible not to.

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tw: rape, sexual abuse, domestic abuse, abortion, murder

John Young, a cousin fuckin’ good ole boy, had nine children with Claudette Pickens; most of his kin were following in his footsteps of making a career out of being incarcerated. His fourth child and first daughter, Colette Wanda, was the apple of his eye. Of course, that meant instead of slapping her around like he did his boys, he saved her until she was old enough to take him to bed. The first eight years of her life were relatively happy; her house stunk of meth and cigarettes and desperation, but she thanked the Lord above that her daddy loved her enough not to put out his cigarettes on her arms. Her brothers got the brunt of her father’s anger, though on occasion he would strike Claudette with a beer bottle. But his daughters, his precious little girls, would remain untouched until a certain age.

She tries not to think about her childhood after her eighth birthday, the year John said she became a woman. The touch of older men is still enough to make her stomach turn and her hands twitch towards her knife. The years after that didn’t matter much to her. They were spent hiding bruises on herself and on her siblings, learning how to hold her liquor and when to switch daddy from bourbon to apple juice, how to throw a punch and how to take one. It cultivated a pistol in her mouth, one that caused her father to promote her from a bedwarmer, to a punching bag and a bedwarmer. Her momma was so proud.

Colette tries not to think about the years between eight and fourteen. She was fourteen when her father got her pregnant. She was fourteen when she had her first and last abortion. She was fourteen when she started sleeping with a knife under her pillow. She was fourteen when her father tried to sneak into her room and she stabbed him in the eye. He lived; Colette was in the hospital for two weeks- fell down the stairs, her mother said. When she came back, her father stopped coming into her room.

Colette was fifteen when she went to her first funeral. She was fifteen when her father was killed by a bullet that was lodged in his head. She was fifteen when her mother went to prison for life for his murder- one look at Claudette’s rotting teeth and arms covered in track marks and the jury couldn’t deliberate fast enough. She was fifteen when she had to keep the secret that still haunts her. She isn’t sorry that she took the shotgun off the wall and shot her father dead. She was sorry he was standing over her little sister when he fell over with a bullet blasted through his brain.

Two of her older brothers were over eighteen, but both of them were serving time when the rest of the children were left without any sort of parent to speak of. Colette and her siblings were ready to fight tooth and nail to force that state’s hand and let them all stay together. Fortunately for the Young siblings - or unfortunately depending on one’s view - child protective services in bumfuck were lack luster to say the least. No one wanted to waste the time or resources on children who would likely end up in prison and someone else’s problem sooner or later. Colette and her twin brother, Carl, were the ones to carry the family and take care of the younger siblings. Carl immediately dropped out of high school, but Colette attempted to stay for another year. Eventually she had to drop out to work full time. As far as her employers at Legs knew, Colette was well over eighteen, though most people knew that the eldest Young daughter was barely sixteen.

When she was offered a job at Snake ‘n’ Jake’s, she was more than willing to leave her job at Legs. The MC set her goddamn teeth on edge but working with limp dicked bible thumpers who got off on calling her a whore when they only lasted twelve seconds was making her go out of her goddamn mind. Colette never had the longest fuse when it came to… well, anything- she much preferred to come out fists swinging instead of taking shit endlessly. She figured that working with drunken patrons would be a slight step up from working at Legs. It takes every ounce of her self control not to crack a bottle of beer over the patrons’ heads but she’s managed so far. She hates how much the bar, or rather who owns it, feels so familiar to her. The guns, the drugs, the white supremacy- reminded her of daddy dearest and her brothers. As much as she hates her job, it’s not as though she can quit, or get fired- there’s not much employment options for a high school drop out without a GED or much anger management to speak of.

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i. She grew up with a father that was very handsy, to put it politely. People, especially men that are much larger than her, touching her sets her teeth on edge. Most of the time, she would unload her glock into their skull, but at work, she is unable to do so. That doesn’t stop the thought from entering her mind everytime an MC gets a bit to close. Her patience has never been that impressive, and it’s wearing thinner and thinner as time goes on.

ii. Colette wouldn’t say she has a vendetta against the church, but she sure as fuck doesn’t believe in their God. As a child, she and her mother would attend every Sunday service and she would pray every week to God above to save her from the awful monster that was inside her daddy. And she never felt any relief. As an adult, she is incredibly bitter about the church and any who place their faith in the old building- or the crook who preaches there. Colette is thankful that most of those high and mighty bible thumpers stay the fuck out of her bar. On the rare occasion that one of them stumble into a seat before her, she maintains composure enough to allow them to come to confession over cheap whiskey.

iii. Despite working for the MC, Colette is positively disgusted with the views the club has about… literally everything. Everything they spew is literal bullshit. She’s lived in bumfuck just as long as the rest of them, and she knows exactly how hateful this town is. She doesn’t agree with any of it, and she’s fairly certain that at least one of the member have caught her snickering at their dated ideals. She’s been able to brush it off, batting her eye lashes and flattering them with compliments until they dropped it. Colette knows she needs to get her mouth under control, for her own safety and stability. She might think all of them are fucking idiots that she doesn’t agree with but she happens to agree with living and having a stable income, thank you very much.

iv. She wouldn’t say that she is an avid defender of the second amendment but she is damn sure that she’s not going to get hurt because some cousin fuckin’ good ole boys come in and decide to test her. Because of this, Colette is always armed. Always. She always has her knife attached to her thigh and she keeps a gun underneath the bar at work. Every room in her house has at least one firearm, though all of them are hidden from the house’s other occupants.

v. Colette and those of her siblings that aren’t incarcerated live in their childhood home. Plenty of her siblings and cousins pass through the house when they’re out on bail, and are welcome to stay as long as they follow Colette’s rules namely - ‘you touch one of my kids and they will never find your body’ - but she is the oldest permanent occupant. As such, she currently resides in the old master bedroom, formerly owned by her parents. There are still bullet holes in the walls and there’s a stink of meth that a decade couldn’t waft out but she prefers it to the time that she had to share her bedroom with three or more people.

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