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There being two movies now in the Benoit Blanc world, and both movies sharing some recognizable tropes and archetypes to build its flavor, there’s a specific type of character that I’m struck by, particularly as a white woman, in both Knives Out and Glass Onion:
The Sympathetic White Woman.
In KO it’s Meg. In GO it’s Whiskey. They both bond with the (WOC, very important to emphasize) protagonist by being less crappy to her than the rest of the cast, and both signal to the audience that they’re trustworthy as far as the protagonist goes. They tell the protagonist that they’re on her side. They try to be supportive. They’re sympathetic to the audience.
Then comes the moment when the Sympathetic White Woman’s security is threatened.
(Brief added interruption to just say: please dig through the notes and replies on this baby for some additional excellent thoughts from other people, including the very important distinction that Marta is a white Latina and not a woman of color (my mistake thank you for the corrections), and more thoughts on Whiskey’s actual/additional betrayal moments!)
For Meg, it’s her mom telling her she has to drop out of school if they don’t get the inheritance money. For Whiskey, it’s Duke dying. In both cases, the protagonist reaches out—Marta tells Meg she won’t let that happen, she’ll support Meg with whatever money she needs; Helen tries to soothe a hysteric Whiskey by telling her she doesn’t need Duke and he deserved what he got (not realizing Duke is dead, of course). It’s a slightly different moment in each movie, but the basic framework is the same: the woman of color protagonist reaches back to the Sympathetic White Woman, and notably, reaches DOWN, offering the support the Sympathetic White Woman offered earlier.
Only…the Sympathetic White Woman was never intending to be the one the protagonist had to reach down to. So she snaps. Meg tells her family about Marta’s mother and they use it to threaten her. Whiskey latches onto the belief that Helen killed Duke and tries to kill her with a spear gun in what she thinks is self-defense. The Sympathetic White Woman Heel-Turn.
Meg and Whiskey both also sort of try to make amends after their Heel-Turn moments, but…the trust is already broken. The protagonist knows better now. The Sympathetic White Woman is not to be trusted.
Why this sticks out to me personally is the very obvious callout that feminists of color have been making about white feminists for literal decades: that white feminism lacks any true support or compassion for non-white people, that it’s empty promises of support and when the chips are down, white feminism upholds whiteness over feminism in an act to protect itself. And whiteness…is a damn difficult thing to even see when you’re white and raised in an overwhelmingly white community, let alone begin to pick apart and unlearn. It’s reactionary, how Meg and Whiskey turn on Marta and Helen to protect themselves.
It would make Meg incredibly vulnerable to support Marta fully, the way she promised to back when she thought she had the resources for it, but Marta is that vulnerable every day just existing as a Latina woman in America. Whiskey’s Heel-Turn moment is a little more immediate trauma based, but when looking for someone to blame, she doesn’t hesitate to blame Andi (Helen), scrapping together the few pieces of information she has—Andi hates all of the Disruptors, Andi got screwed over by them, Andi fought with Duke just minutes before he died, Andi was in their shared room tearing it apart when Whiskey came in distraught. She’s looking for an outlet. There’s Helen red-handed and in view. Boom. Whiskey grabs the spear gun instead of talking it out with the person she admitted just hours ago to feeling sympathy for.
Growing up white and steeped in whiteness causes defensive reactions when that whiteness is brought up, or, god forbid, challenged. It’s a knee-jerk thing for people who haven’t begun to deconstruct it for themselves; even for people who have, to see just how far and deep in American society that reaches is troubling. Humbling. Enraging. The Sympathetic White Woman archetype is, to me, a warning to not let whiteness overrule sense and morals. To be smart about it. And, crucially, to check myself for condescension, especially when interacting with non-white folks in any capacity.
(Also why the presence of Benoit Blanc is so important. He is also sympathetic, he also offers his own support, but crucially, he just uses his whiteness to clear a path for the WOC protagonist to take her place and do what she needs to do. He doesn’t speak over her, he doesn’t turn on her, he just listens, and presents the truth for her to do with it what she will. Or, in one case, hands her highly volatile crystal hydrogen for when she’s really ready to tear the Murderer’s crap down.)
#knives out#glass onion#major spoilers for both obviously#and hoping I got this post right with what I was trying to say#listen I shotgunned both movies for the first time in a span of two days#I am VIBRATING with good brain juice
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30 Alastor Headcanons
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[Disclaimer!!]
This is for entertaining purposes only,so if you don’t enjoy these things just scroll past please!This post will contain: Sfw, Fluff, Romance!
It’s also Genderless for the girls,gays and theys! You are a new Resident at the Hazbin hotel in these scenarios.
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Let’s begin!
The first day you checked in the Hazbin Hotel he came up to you. “Hello Dear! And what does a sinner like you do here?” You just look down with a frown on your face. He pulls your chin up to look at him “Smile dear! You’re never fully dressed without one!”
He never makes the first move. He patently waits till someone approaches him just to turn them down.
The first time you saw him eat lunch you were… disturbed to say the least. You knew that cannibals are common in hell but you never saw one in person.
You were a long fan of Alastor. You listened to his broadcasts long before you met him in person. You were also super sad when he went missing for 7 years.
Alastor walks around hell knowing that no one’s going to challenge him. So he hums sweet melodies to himself while walking around.
He loves to dance with you while listening to jazz music.
After he lost Mimzy he had basically no friends at all that he knew from the living realm. Not that it matters to him but you feel sad somehow.
He drinks wine mixed with blood. Only sometimes though since he begins to ramble when he’s drunk. “Have you listened to my RADIO broadcast before dear??”
He was suspicious of you when you first entered. He didn’t know if you truly wanted to be here. You might cause trouble to him.
He has a bunch of scars on his body due to his fights back in the day.
He is an excellent cook. He sometimes prepares breakfast for the people in the hotel.
Charlie is such a cutie. She’ll go up to you and ask if you and alastor are doing well. And if you’d say “no” she’ll try to cheer you up.
He loves taking you out to fancy dinners around the town. No one interrupts your little dates. “Are you enjoying it, dear?”
Sometimes when you’re overwhelmed with everything he comes into your room and puts up some relaxing jazz. “Care to dance with me my love?” You nod and begin to dance.
He lets you touch his ears occasionally. You can tell they’re well maintained by the fluffiness. You even asked if you can see his tail. He allowed it after a long discussion.
Husk and niffty get along with you super well. You began talking to them, trying to get more out of them about Alastor. Husk would tell you about his past if it was appropriate.
When you asked him if he’s sad about not having any friends he just laughed. “Haha! Dear you know I’m better off without them.” He smiles brightly.
He sings under the shower. Mostly old jazz songs.
Cats>>>> Dogs. Mostly related to his past but he’s over all a cat person.
He wouldn’t understand the new terms for the sexual agenda, even though Charlie tried to explain it to him multiple times.
He and Rosie are best friends since forever. He also promotes her shop every now and then.
He’s super old fashioned so he’d call you “Dear” or “My love”.
He actually cares about the reputation and safety of the hotel.
He is a mamas boy. He treats woman super nicely since his mom raised him to be a gentleman.
Him and Zestial were fighting buddies back in the early days of hell. He calls Zestial old just to piss him off.
He likes being the small spoon while cuddling.
He punched Susan once after she called his staff tacky and useless. She truly is an old bitch.
He used to live in cannibal town near Rosie. They would go out and talk about everything.
Rosie was the one to show him how to style his hair. She also did his makeup once and since then he never tried a new style.
He defends you every time someone is mean to you. “Huh? Oh… I shouldn’t have killed them? Well! It’s done now so there’s no going back!”
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Thank you all for reading! Alastor has been my favorite Hazbin character since 2019. The moment I laid my eyes on him I couldn’t resist but love that fellow! I hope you enjoyed the little headcanons. Have a great day/Night!
- Your Ghost ༼ つ ╹ ╹ ༽つ
#alastor#alastor hazbin hotel#alastor headcanons#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#vivziepop#vivzieverse#hellaverse#fandom#headcanon#asexual alastor
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i hope no one minds if i inconsistently liveblog this bitch: doctor who season one from 1x04
1x04
HELLO??
A WHOLE YEAR???
shit
“you’re 900 years old?” “yeah.” “my mum was right, that is one hell of an age gap.” lmfaooo
“i’m the only person who knows it exists.” spoke too soon
damn, he left her. i wonder if the key he gave her was even real.
it was a pig 😭
OH NOOOO
every time they get separated, shit goes off the rails
IS HE GONNA KILL HER MOM?!
1x05
girl, FUCK the emergency protocols
“sorry.” 😭
that shit was intense
“my mother’s cooking.” “good, put her on a slow heat and let her simmer.” CACKLING
i feel so bad for her mom :(
1x06
this episode really is…something.
why the fuck is the doctor just offering up all of this information???
he really should have seen this coming
*pretends to be shocked*
their cockiness is gonna get them killed
i never want rose and the doctor to be separated EVER again
“what use are emotions if you won’t save the woman that you love?” damn
don’t know how i feel about this dude joining them
1x07
“he’s your boyfriend.” “not anymore.” did i miss something???
something’s wrong…
is that guy dead?
i don’t trust adam at all
rose is so stupid. i could understand if it was mickey she was trusting but she doesn’t even know this man
huh, that was unexpected.
what the actual fuck
1x08
this ep’s gonna be so sad
the doctor never should’ve taken her to that day
“alright, i’ll tell him you’re not my boyfriend.” obsessed with her thinking that was the issue 😭
not important but jackie looks really good with her hair like that
well. that was heartbreaking.
1x09
sorry, but if a kid wearing a fucking plague mask was repeatedly saying “mummy” in an eerie voice, i would have turned and walked the other way. r.i.p. to rose but i’m different
what part of “don’t answer it.” is hard to understand? lmao
“excellent bottom.” gross.
i know i sound like a broken record but what the fuck?!
this is one creepy ass episode
this dude is coming on so strong dkgjgks
“finally, a professional.” rose, be serious.
“they’re not dead.” okay.
girl, what the fuck?
1x10
i can’t believe that worked lmfaooo
“those would’ve been terrible last words.” 😭
“half this street thinks your missus must be messing about with mr haverstock, the butcher. but she’s not, is she? you are.” SCREAMING
“i sent it to its room. this is its room.”
that’s fucking terrifying
“the first day i met him, he blew my job up. that’s practically how he communicates.” pls
“okay, so he’s vanished into thin air. why is it always the great- looking ones who do that?” “i’m making an effort to not be insulted.” “i mean…men.” “okay, thanks, that really helped.” fkfhhgdj
i hate jack for interrupting their dance. IT WAS JUST GETTING GOOD.
“carry on with whatever you were…doing.” “we were talking about dancing.” “it didn’t look like talking.” “didn’t feel like dancing.” 😭
these episodes are so fucking creepy but they’re definitely the best of the season
oh my God, he’s her son
THEY’RE DANCING 🥹
1x11
i can’t wait for mickey’s reaction to jack
“trust me, safest place in the universe.” famous last words
i hope the doctor doesn’t trust her
poor mickey
“it’s always the doctor, it’s never me.” buddy you should’ve known you weren’t first choice when she left you in the beginning
she’s an egg 😭
1x12
i almost don’t want to press play.
lmao, what the hell
it always comes back to floor 500
oh shit, the doctor cause all of that?
WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK
rose can’t be dead
THANK GOD
i can’t believe the daleks actually survived
1x13
i’m not ready to say goodbye to nine
rose is getting a taste of her own medicine with the doctor and lynda djfjgjs
HE KISSED THEM BOTH 😭 I LOVE JACK
i can feel my heart breaking
who the fuck is bad wolf if it isn’t the daleks???
mickey’s really getting on my nerves this ep
HELLO
“there’s nothing left for me here.” ‘nothing?” “no.” she’s RUTHLESS 😭 but honestly he shouldn’t be surprised at this point
JACK ☹️
“i am the bad wolf.” BITCH???? WHAT????
i got my kiss but at what cost
OH SHIT THEY LEFT JACK
all i feel is pain
that’s it??? how am i ever going to move on from eccleston? how the hell are you guys strong enough do this every season? cause i’ll tell you how i’m doing: not well, bitch!!
#long post#doctor who lb#doctor who#doctor x rose#ninerose#rose tyler#mickey smith#jackie tyler#jack harkness#rose x nine#nine x rose
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this will be the death of me
“Aphim. This game is your redemption - so I assume it goes without saying that you anticipate winning.”
Towering somewhere above him, his superiors stare. He does not bother with the futile action of craning his head back in an attempt to match Their gaze.
“Yes.”
“Good. Since you’re already in the game, you wouldn’t mind...taking care of a problem, would you?”
“Of course not.” He pauses. “What kind of problem?”
“The kind of problem that could end this whole thing. It would be very bad for all of us.”
“I see.”
“There is someone who...let himself in,” his superiors continue, distaste coloring Their voice. “He intends to disrupt this whole thing and make it so that there is no game. We haven’t been able to See him yet, but you’ll know him when you see him.
“If you could get rid of him, well. That would be a benefit to us all.”
“Of course. I’ll do as you wish.”
“Excellent.”
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“There are people coming,” Apate says, peering out of the shitty cave they’re in.
“Who?”
“I was gonna ask you that.”
Aphim joins her at the mouth of the cave with a frown. “Why would I know?”
Not far below them, two people - a blond man and an auburn-haired woman - are making their way up the mountain. The slowly setting sun lights them from behind. Except for the circle at the start, Aphim doesn’t recognize them from anywhere.
“Well, your eyes went all glowy earlier, so—” Apate shrugs.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he tells her.
“Your eyes glow?” the blond man calls up. There’s a half-smile on his face, like he finds the concept amusing.
Aphim frowns at him. “I don’t think so.”
Apate seeing the tattoos active was bad enough, especially since she seems to have inexplicably come from somewhere outside the game. He doesn’t like the idea of two more strangers knowing about them, even if they shouldn’t know what the tattoos mean.
Luckily, the topic drops and the man and woman introduce themselves as Beau and Orla, respectively.
“Were you two thinking about settling here?” Beau asks, surveying the area.
Aphim shrugs. “I haven’t laid claim to anything.”
“I’m going wherever you’re going,” Apate adds cheerfully.
Aphim closes his eyes and briefly asks the universe for strength. “Do you want her,” he asks Beau flatly.
“I...don’t think that’s how that works?”
“Unfortunate.”
Beau laughs. The sun behind him makes him shine gold at the edges. Aphim looks away.
“We were thinking about settling near the border,” Beau explains, “but if you two are planning to base around here, we could find somewhere else.”
“I haven’t decided on anything.”
“We could base near each other, maybe.”
Aphim blinks. He hadn’t expected that offer; for a death game, Beau seems to be happy to make friends. Still, he finds he doesn’t hate the idea.
“Alright.”
Apate doesn’t offer any objections to his agreement, though if she had, he probably would’ve ignored them.
“Should we keep looking, then?”
“Sure. I’d like to get more than three whole coal,” Aphim adds acerbically, shooting a distasteful look over his shoulder at the cave.
“Oh! Well, if you need coal.”
Beau holds out his hand. Without thinking, Aphim matches the gesture. He startles when Beau drops a few pieces of coal into his palm; their skin brushes when Beau moves away. His fingers are warm.
Aphim tilts his head in confusion. The simple kindness of the gesture is disarming.
“Thank you,” he says, belated but genuine.
Beau’s grin is as bright as the sun setting behind him.
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There isn’t much to do in their mountainside hole except sit and wait out the night, so Aphim inevitably finds himself studying his companions - or, in Apate’s case, ignoring them. She has settled so close beside him that they’re nearly touching, so he has no choice but to focus some of his attention on her, but she at least stops trying to talk to him when he doesn’t respond to anything she says. It’s a temporary respite; he savors it.
Across the small room, Orla still seems on edge, but Aphim can’t blame her. It’s only the first night and they all have little more than stone tools, but wariness is vital for a game like this. He wonders how far she’ll make it.
Beau is the one in their small group that intrigues him the most. His easy-going cheer from earlier is gone, replaced by fidgeting discomfort. Aphim puzzles over the change; it could be something as simple as claustrophobia, but he doubts it.
Beau won’t look at him anymore. He’s not sure why that bothers him as much as it does.
The night passes slowly. None of them have the resources for a clock yet, nor did they leave a hole in the wall to see out of, but mobs still rattle and groan outside. Other than that, they sit in silence.
Again, Aphim finds his attention drawn to Beau, but this time he finds Beau already looking back. They both freeze. Aphim’s heart kicks up a beat.
At the center of Beau’s eyes, where his pupils should be, is a glowing purple symbol that Aphim knows better than he knows himself. You’ll know him when you see him, his superiors had said. The realization sweeps through him quickly. He can almost feel the tattoos on his arms burning.
It is neither the time nor the place to confront Beau. He settles for a sharp grin and a wink. It’s teasing, just on the wrong side of threatening.
Beau looks away first. Aphim studies the tense line of his jaw and wonders.
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Warrior nun prompt: Jealous Ava. We can't get enough of Jealous Ava.
thank you, anon!
It starts simply enough.
The first time, Ava’s behind the bar. She’s in the middle of a long, long conversation with Hans—the product of a dead Tuesday afternoon. She’s just been right about something completely unimportant and is poised to gloat when a customer enters.
The woman is probably in her twenties. She’s got short brown hair and a bunch of tattoos and piercings and Ava thinks: this girl is cool. A cool new friend.
“Hey! What can I get you?” She says with the best welcoming grin she can manage.
The girl is aloof too, which adds to the cool. She orders a negroni and stands at the bar with her back to Ava while she makes it. Thing is, a person can only be so aloof before it gets objectively not cool, and Ava’s picked up on the vibe before she puts all her eggs in the friend basket. She’s cracking open a new bottle of Campari when the rest of the metephor-eggs fall right out.
Bea’s posted up in her little corner like always, going over the books like there's nothing more important. She goes over the books like, eight times a day, but it’s Beatrice and Beatrice never does anything by half-measures. She fills every cup to the brim, every line of every page in perfectly-spaced script.
And without her knowledge, this woman, this once-cool woman is leering at her.
If Beatrice could wrest her focus away from a task without a fight breaking out, like, ever, then maybe she’d see. Maybe she’d give the woman one of those looks that could cut glass and send her running. Ava’s seen it before—that’s what real cool is.
But Beatrice has her nose in the binder, maneuvering her pen through her fingers with the expertise of someone who can knife someone between the eyes from across a room. Ava drops her orange twice.
“Negroni,” Ava announces, none too kind.
She starts cleaning and the fucking woman doesn’t even turn to look—doesn’t even thank her. She just grabs her drink and walks right over to Beatrice and sits at her table.
That’s Bea’s fucking table, Ava thinks. That’s her personal space.
Obviously they’re going to have a situation, because Bea is going to knock the shit—
Bea closes her binder, smiles—smiles at the woman.
Does she know this asshole? Beatrice is an excellent judge of character, there’s no way she’d give the time of day to—
They’re talking.
“Uh… Ava?”
She doesn’t take her eyes off the table. “Huh?”
It's Hans. “The, uh—the glass is clean.”
…so it is.
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The woman is back.
She’s lucky they’re busy and Hans is the only one that can take her order for her stupid idiot negroni because if it were up to Ava? Oh—
Discreet, she hears Bea’s voice in her head.
Yeah, but she can get into a little bar fight. It’s just that this woman is rude. She sees her being rude to Hans too, from across the bar. Same bullshit as last time.
Luckily, Bea doesn’t have to field this woman today, because she’s retreated to her hidey hole upstairs. She goes up there when they get busy, this Ava knows. Maybe if Ava popped up to check on her, to let her know not to come down until the woman is gone—
Bea’s coming down the stairs. Shit.
Ava watches the exact moment the woman clocks Bea, and Bea—ever perceptive—notices her too.
The woman raises her glass towards Bea, and Ava wants to throw up. Lame. Lame, lame, how stupid and lame.
But—and this is maddening—Bea walks right up to the woman and accepts a hug.
“Excuse me?”
She feels like her head’s going to detach she whips it around so fast. “What?”
The patron looks affronted. “A beer. Give me one.”
Ooooh she does not have a wherewithal to fight this man and the woman bothering Beatrice. She shoves a beer into his hand and when she turns to look, both Bea and the woman are gone.
Something cold slips down her spine, and she doesn’t stop to think about what it might be.
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The third time it happens, Ava has to do something.
Twice is a coincidence. Thrice? No.
The woman doesn’t even go to the bar first, she heads right for Bea and Bea gives her a hug and for fuck’s sake.
“Hey Hans?” She’s not really going to ask him. “I’m going to take a break.”
It’s four in the afternoon and her shift started thirty minutes ago. Hans is probably saying as much as she stalks towards Bea’s table, but she's not listening to anything but the blood rushing in her ears.
“Hey, welcome,” her voice is too loud, too grating. Whatever. “Did you need something from the bar?” The woman opens and closes her mouth like a fish, and Ava doesn’t give her a chance to respond. “Beatrice? Can you help me grab some more beers?”
Bea is on her feet in a second, which is excellent, but apologizes to the woman for leaving, which is not.
“Ava?” Bea’s asking, right behind her as they climb the stairs. “Ava, what is it? What’s wrong?”
“Who is that?”
“Who is—the woman I was sitting with?”
“Yeah. Yes. She comes around here all the time and sits with you! I just—I want to know who she is.” The moment it comes out of her mouth, the moment she can hear what she’s been thinking… Ava realizes how insane it sounds. “I mean. You—you know who I hang out with, right? Hans… uh. Jakob from the pool… that one time.”
Bea looks at Ava like she’s been slapped.
“Help me to better understand this, Ava.”
“Sure. Yes.”
“You brought me up here in… in a frenzy, as if something terrible had happened and you want to know—“ She stops, and in the moment of silence, Ava has a chance to… reflect. Beatrice takes a breath. “Her name is Ana,” Bea says, measured, “she’s a new friend.”
Ava nods like her head’s come undone, unsure of what the hell else to do.
Beatrice looks away. “She’s… she’s experienced many of the same things I have.”
Ava doesn’t realize until Beatrice speaks that she’s been holding her breath. It comes out in a rush, a sigh of relief, maybe? She hasn’t totally fucked up.
“Like what?” She tries.
Bea won’t look at her. “Our upbringings were… similar.”
The cold, ugly little thing in Ava’s spine makes itself known again. Beatrice doesn’t talk much about her childhood. Ava knows the basics: her education in the UK, the fact that she’s an only child, the shitty shitty reality of her parents—
Oh.
“Oh,” Ava says, dumb.
Beatrice nods. “It’s… comforting. To be understood.”
I understand you, the little ugly thing screams, smashing its shitty little fists against Ava’s ribs.
“I'm glad,” she says instead, and means it.
Bea looks at her then, and Ava can’t imagine that she doesn’t see what Ava’s feeling. She feels exposed. If Bea does, she doesn’t comment on it then, just smiles.
“Thank you, Ava,” she says, and it's enough.
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Can you do more specifically saudi!reader angst fanfic where the reader parents didn’t want the reader to marry bucky but eventually they accepted him???? Thank youuu i live for your fics!!!! <3
Thank you for your kind words and I hope you enjoy this fic!!
Think of me once in a while
Warnings: angst, this is a modern au where Bucky served in the Iraq war and lost his arm during his last tour.
Word count: basically 1.3k
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Translations: I sincerely apologize if these are wrong. I tried to find terms used in Saudi or the Gulf in general rather than use the Levant ones I know but Google isn’t as helpful as it should be.
Yumma - mom
Hayati - my life
Aboui - dad
Ya gamar - moon/moon flower
disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest
“Do you love him? It’s a simple question; yes or no, Y/N,” my mom asks me.
She had asked me over dinner the night before, saying that her father and her needed to discuss something important with me. I’d figured it would be about Bucky because when is it not? Every time we talk, he becomes the topic of rather heated arguments and one of us ends up storming out while the other cries. I knew they wouldn’t be thrilled at the idea that I didn’t want to marry another Saudi but I’d hoped that Bucky’s charming smile and sweet personality would win them over.
Evidently they did not.
I stare down at the rings that adorned her rings and suck in a deep breath, not ready to say anything. There is so much history, so much love and adoration to quantify before I could even begin to think about how to answer. Sure, I knew the answer; yes. An outstanding and profound yes. I had said yes when he proposed on our yearly cabin trip and every day thereafter. Never once did it even cross my mind to question the love that I felt for Bucky.
I’d hoped that by now, after having seen that love and watched it flourish despite the trials and tribulations of life, my mom would be able to tell that yes I did love with my entire being.
My mom’s soft but stern voice brings me back from the subspace I seemed to disappear to. It called my name, drawing my attention to her as she buckled down in her questioning, “Y/N. Tell me honestly, do you love him?”
My hand moves on its own and slides a stray piece of hair behind my ear as I ponder how to even begin to answer her.
“Yes of course I do, Yumma,” I tell her, looking over at her where she sits on the opposite side of the dinning table. Her dark eyes meet mine and they match mine in color and in emotion, full of a terrible fear for the uncertain fate of our relationship.
“Then it’s settled,” she says after a moment, leaning back in her chair and folding her hands in her lap.
“What do you mean ‘it’s settled’?” I ask as the panic sets in. My hands had been resting on the table but now they’re dragging themselves up and down my arms in attempts to comfort myself.
“I always told myself that I wanted you to have the best life you could,” she begins as she looks down at her hands, “It’s why we moved here; to give you the opportunity to succeed without obstacles. I knew that things would be different being in a new country but I wasn't expecting it to be…this different. You were never afraid as a child to try for what you wanted and failure didn’t seem to bother you. You excelled in school and your teachers always had good things to say about you. I knew from the moment you were born that you would grow into the strong and intelligent woman that you’ve become. There was never a doubt in my mind about that but…”
She pauses, tears beginning to flood her eyes and I can see her words getting stuck on her tongue.
I get up, moving to sit beside her and her hand in mine. I don’t say anything, allowing her time to unstick the mess of words she has ready to fall out.
“James…he’s not who I wanted for you. His past, it’s too dark for you and I worry that it’ll pull you down with him. I don’t want you to be burdened by his pain. You are such a happy and bright person, Hayati. I can’t watch you fall into his darkness.”
Her concern is well intentioned but it still brings me the familiar wave of pain and disappointment.
“Yumma, I know his service and tours in Iraq are hard for you and Aboui but please give him a chance. He’s made my life better in too many ways to count since I met him and all he’s wanted for the last three years is for you to give him a chance.”
We just watch each other, waiting for the other to move or speak. It’s killing both of us, I’m sure, to not know what the other is thinking and not knowing how to respond. I want my mom to tell me that she’ll try but I know that it would be a lie to get me to stop begging her. She knows that if she doesn’t, it might be the end of our close relationship because I wouldn’t be able to give up the man I’m completely and utterly in love with. Those unshed tears start to fall as it breaks her into a thousand pieces to think about that possibility.
She is the first to speak however.
Using the pads of her fingers, she wipes her cheeks clean of any falling tears as she pulls her thoughts together.
“He means this much to you?” She asks in a voice so small I almost don’t hear her. Her hands have found mine as they bridge the metaphorical and physical gap between us.
I nod, unable to speak in fear that the sudden sound might scare her.
“Let me speak to your aboui when he gets home. I won’t make any promises other than I will talk to him.”
“Thank you, Yumma,” are the only words I have the strength to whisper before I pull her into a bone crushing hug that she returns.
The sound of the front door open echos through the apartment, scaring both me and Alpine. I check the time on my phone, confused since Bucky shouldn’t be off for another two hours. As quietly as I can, I slide out of bed and grab the aluminum Louisville slugger my dear fiancé insists I keep by my side of the bed. He went as far as putting a sock on it because “if the punk who was stupid enough to break in tries to grab the bat, they’ll grab the sock and it’ll slide off so you can hit them again.”
I had rolled my eyes at the ridiculousness of it but now I’m thankful that he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
As I’m raising it to swing, the punk who was stupid enough to break in walks into the bedroom. Except it’s not said punk, it’s Bucky and if he weren’t holding back tears, I’m sure he would’ve laughed at me.
Upon seeing me, he glances to the bat and then to me before taking long strides towards me. I drop the bat in time for him to fall to his knees and wrap his arms around my waist, burying his face and letting out a quiet broken sob in the fabric of my sweater.
“Ya gamar what’s wrong?” whispering, I hug me back with the same force he does me and gently stroke his hair.
His body shakes while he inhales in a deep and steadying way before answering me, “she called me today and asked if we could come over for dinner tomorrow night. She said… she said they needed to apologize and wanted to start over if that’s what I wanted.”
My own tears overtake my eyes as I drop onto the bed with Bucky still clinging to my waist. His prosthetic arm is cold where it’s worked its way under my sweater but I can’t find it in myself to care. Not when my mom and dad have finally begun to accept the man I wish to call my husband.
Nothing else matters to us at that moment.
#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes fic#marvel imagine#bucky barnes fanfic#think of me once in a while bucky#bucky barnes reader insert#reqeust
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barriss for the character asks!! 1 (i think we know), 7, 9, & 32
Hello there! 😊 It makes me laugh knowing that you know me well enough to know what my feelings are going to be on that first question 😂 Thank you for giving me the excuse to talk about my girl Barriss 💙
1- Canon I Outright Reject
That Barriss is not a terrorist or evil. She wasn’t out to get Ahsoka or anything out of spite or jealousy. She wasn’t abused or neglected by her Master. She didn’t want to hurt or kill anyone (she’s canonically a healer and it’s pretty clear from her words, actions, and facial expressions that she was tormented by what happened. The Temple bombing was a terrible accident Barriss got involved in, which can easily happen if an adult gets into your head about how wrong everything is and you’re most likely suffering from a multitude of mental illness as a result of being involved in war. People seem to forget that Barriss was a child like Ahsoka. At that time she didn’t have the wisdom or maturity to know that she was being used for nefarious reasons via Letta. Was it wrong what she did and how she went about it afterwards? Absolutely, but she’s still a kid at the end of the day, they’re not gonna make the best of choices especially if they’re already at a disadvantage (i.e riddled with PTSD and who knows what else).Barriss was a proud and gifted Jedi who cares for Ahsoka and everyone else she personally knew in the Order; she simply just hated the war and felt that the Jedi shouldn’t be dying or losing themselves to a cause that was orchestrated by an evil entity. Barriss says this clearly in her confession yet people wasn’t to have selective listening and only listen to the parts they want to hear to fit their narrative. The fact that Feloni and his goons decided to pick a Muslim coded character to be the one to bomb the Temple to further Ahsoka’s story and throw her on the pyre for toxic Star Wars fans to burn for years to come is disgusting and should be retconned immediately.
7-Age/Height/Weight Headcanon
Okay the age one is interesting because this is something we fans have wanted to know for years ever since Barriss got de-aged to be a companion for Ahsoka. It’s been said that Barriss is supposed to be a little bit older than Ahsoka in the Clone Wars. So if Ahsoka was 14-17 during the show, then I’d put Barriss roughly between the ages of 15-21ish. She’s likely 1-3 years older than Ahsoka if I had to guess. Height wise, she looks pretty tiny like 5’2-5’4 ish with the heels and weight would most likely be anywhere between 100-125 ish pounds considering she’s so thin.
9-Scene That Made Me Love The Character
I always thought Barriss was so cool when I first saw her in AOTC and in the Clone Wars 2003 mini series, but the scene that made me fall for her is undoubtedly when she introduces herself to Ahsoka in the 2008 Clone Wars episode “Weapons Factory”. Her sweet little bow had me and she is such a delight in that episode that I just fell for her right then and there and then it became obsession when she was willing to die when she got infected with brain worms so that others can live. In the three episodes she’s in, she showed the audience that she’s a multi layered character and I love characters like that 💙
32-Something Guaranteed To Make Them Smile/Laugh
I believe this to be a toss up between her Master Luminara and Ahsoka. Either woman most likely know all the ways to make Barriss smile or laugh, but I don’t think Anakin slipping on a banana peel or something wouldn’t do the trick either. Barriss has a big heart so I believe the ones she loves most would bring out the best in her.
Thank you again for this excellent character asks! Feel free to me what y’all think! 💙💚
#character asks#barriss offee#justice for barriss offee 💙#luminara unduli#ahsoka tano#star wars#the clone wars
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HELLO THERE 🎲 + 5 please 😏
HELLO HELLO!! 🥰 💕💕💕 Oh EXCELLENT Thank you so much again for these 🫶 These were a lot of fun to think about. The Wheel’s bias leaked into these as well (might try throwing in more characters and not just five to see if that won’t do better next time JHBKFHGLCTI) BUT! No further dwindling around!!
Send me 🎲 + a number and I will put ALL my OCs into a randomizer and choose the first OC after the number of randomizations to make something for
(Swapped them around on the post, cause continuity my beloved ❤️)
🎲 8 ROLLS
SKYRAH (Four songs from their playlist + why they’re there)
🎲 5 ROLLS
BETHAN (headshot)
40 OC questions
10. How open is your oc to trying new things? Are they the adventurous sort, or would they rather stay in their comfort zone? Why?
15. What is your oc’s favourite time of day? Why is this? Do they have a daily practice during this time?
16. How often does your oc lie? Why is that? What was the biggest lie they’ve ever told?
🎲 8 - (SKYRAH)
Four songs from their playlist + why they’re there
1. Force of Nature - Miracle of Sound
Force of Nature was more leaning towards her desire and ability to tune in with nature itself. She is a wielder of the elements, and resonates with them more than anything. Shunned by society she leans to the comforts the earth itself grants her instead.
2. Diana, Scorn of the Moon - League of Legends
A lot of the songs on her playlist they were mostly put there for the vibes especially! And this one’s no different, bringing in a more sinister nature rather than any specific meaning!
3. Bullet with Butterfly Wings - Tommee Profitt
The vibes™ once more JKHRTVJLGC I cannot remember most of the reasons why I put a lot of the songs on there as it’s been…. 2-3 years since I worked with her character sadly, but if I were to give it meaning now, it was about the way Skyrah viewed the world as a whole. Cruel and unjust, selfish, only secretly seeking out its own desires.
4. Sweet Hibiscus Tea - Penelope Scott
This was more a song I found bemusing when thinking about her past, an individual that’s of little control of what she was doing at the time, not concentrated and also her magic kinda just leaving destruction in her wake. A very big "Woopsie!" In her mind.
🎲 5 - (BETHAN)
10. How open is your oc to trying new things? Are they the adventurous sort, or would they rather stay in their comfort zone? Why?
Hesitant. As much as she loves the idea of trying new things out, actually jumping forward and doing so is very intimidating to her, and it may take a while for her to actually jump forward and advance in such a thing. She is a woman of habit. I wouldn’t say she’s a woman of tradition cause she has no definite tradition, but she is someone that if accustomed to some specific habit it’s not something she’d be easily breaking out of. Enough nudges in the direction though she will try however.
15. What is your oc’s favourite time of day? Why is this? Do they have a daily practice during this time?
Bethan doesn’t have a specific favourite time of day. Despite her pessimism towards a lot of things out there, she can find some sort of nice thing about every moment of time during the day, even if her reasonings aren’t the ones you’d think they would be.
Morning - Start of the day, means she now has time to get things done in the light of day
Midday/Afternoon - The sun is up and at its warmest then. (this can be either good or bad really LOL)
Evening - Maybe she could spare a moment for tea? And be able to see the way the sun sets as well she supposes
Night - Counting the stars time…
16. How often does your oc lie? Why is that? What was the biggest lie they’ve ever told?
Oh this. This is funny DFJKHTC Cause despite who her best friend is, Beth straight up is a horrible horrible liar. She can’t lie to save her life. So she doesn’t. She tries but it’s not something that really works in her favour.
The closest she can get to a “lie” is straight up avoiding any and all talks of whatever it is that may be on her mind. And even that doesn’t exactly count as a lie that’s just avoiding responsibility and the likes. If she tries to lie it’s pretty evident that she’s doing so, not to mention they’re pretty obvious. Excuse the deprecation but literally the biggest lie she could have ever said is “she’s fine”, even if clearly she wasn’t, and refusing to return to the subject if anyone thought or tried to bring it back up again.
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Paralogue: Far From Home
-A woman is wandering a dark forest with her horse companion not far behind on a lead; she appears to be looking down at an object in her hands as she walks aimlessly
???: Alright, I have to keep it cool… even though we’re all horribly lost…
???: Those directions you gave me last we spoke was a bunch of bollocks wasn’t it?
???: You don’t even know where we are… right?
???: Miss Ring…?
-There’s an uncomfortable silence for a while and she heaves a really shaky sigh
???: Excellent, I’m just talking to myself now aren’t I?
???: Maybe I was just imagining the whole thing when my family heirloom started preaching to me about Divine Dragon’s and whatnot…
???: The Divine Dragon has been asleep for as long as I’ve been alive, so why am I even doing this?
???: I should go back home before-
-As she turns around to leave she’s suddenly confronted by a handful of Corrupted who approach from behind her crying out, causing her to stumble back in horror
-She has a frightful look on her face and she starts to take a cautious step back
???: O-Oh my gosh, those creepy monsters are here too?! And… why so many..!?
-One of them grunts loudly at her causing her to flinch back in terror as she shouts back in fear
???: Gyuh-!! D-Don’t eat me!
-The noise seems to bring in uninvited attention as more of them seem to approach and corner her from various directions; leaving her only one route of escape
???: N-No way..! Th-They’re everywhere!? But why..? I’m only one person!
???: This can’t be how it ends…!
Ring: You …. to … now … !
???: H-Huh? Miss Ring?! Are you speaking to me again?!
Ring: Now…! … Have… … away … !
???: I can hear her voice becoming clearer again… so it wasn’t my imagination after all…!
???: Thank goodness, I thought I was going insane… What do you have to say-?
Ring: YOU HAVE TO RUN AWAY RIGHT NOW! NOW NOW NOW!
-She is clearly taken aback by the boisterous request of the ring and looks visibly shocked
???: Y-You don’t think I should try to fight any of them off?! There’s so many!
???: There’s no way I can shake off that many, right!?
Ring: You’re only one person Chanelle! Don’t try to play the hero now after all these years when you’re still only a novice archer!
Ring: You need to get the heck out of here now before you get yourself killed!
Chanelle: B-But I-!
Ring: Listen to me! I’m something of a strategist okay!?
Ring: W-Well at the very least I’m the disciple of a renowned strategist in my world… but it still counts, right?!
Chanelle: This is what I mean right here, none of this makes any sense!
Chanelle: Another world!? Who are you?!
Ring: Don’t worry about that right now; you just need to get your butt out of this pronto!
Ring: Get on your horse and scram, Chanelle!
Ring: Trust in me when I say this… There’s no shame in running away!
Chanelle: O-Okay fine! If you want me to turn tail and book it I will..!
-She mounts the horse and quickly flees through the opening, but the Corrupted roar and give chase
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-The Divine Dragon and Vander show up at the forest grounds
Alear: It seems the scouts were right… there’s Corrupted everywhere..!
Vander: It’s unusual to see them all together in one place like this…
Vander: Almost as though this is a mere nesting place for them…
Alear: We should get rid of them as quickly as we can.
Alear: Who knows what innocent people they could end up hurting if we don’t!
-Suddenly Chanelle appears on horseback on the complete other end of the map
Chanelle: Oh great goodly grief there’s hundreds of them here too!?
Chanelle: I-I hate to say it, but I don’t think we’ll be getting out of this one, Miss Ring…
Ring: Being a pessimist is MY job, Chanelle! Just keep heading this way… I can feel something strange…
Ring: I can’t really explain it… but it might be our ticket out of here!
Chanelle: Feel something..?
Chanelle: Ugh..! O-Okay whatever you say! Let’s go!
-The Divine Dragon seems to notice this commotion from afar and looks incredibly shocked
Alear: Hold on… is that a person!?
Alear: They’re all on their own in a place like this? We should go to them, now!
-Before the chapter begins it’s shown that the terrain of the map is full of trees with long-winding pathways in between akin to that of a maze
Ring: Since we have a horse, getting away should be a cinch!
Ring: But if you’re worried, try hiding amongst these trees here… It’ll slow us down a little, but also obstruct their sights on us somewhat!
Chanelle: I’ll try..! Thank you, Miss Ring…!
-The chapter starts;
“Chanelle will be retreating from the enemy Corrupted and will not fight unless attacked.”
-Alear speaks with Chanelle
Alear: Hey! Are you alright!?
Chanelle: DAH-!! YOU ARE WHO? WHAT!? ARE YOU OF THEM?!
Alear: W-What?
Chanelle: Gah- I-I mean..! J-Just you are who- you are-?
Chanelle: A-Are one of them… y-you..?
Chanelle: J-Just who are you?! I..! Oh forget it…
Alear: You seem to be a little tongue tied… But being in the face of the Corrupted, I don’t blame you…
Alear: To answer your question, I’m the Divine Dragon Alear.
Alear: We came here to fight off the Corrupted when we saw you all on your own.
Alear: So don’t worry. We’re here to help you.
Chanelle: Well I’m thankful for… Wait! YOU’RE THEM!?
Alear: I… Yes I am…?
Chanelle: Holy cheese crackers, you really are them…! With the red and blue hair and all!
Alear: Cheese… crackers…?
Chanelle: Oh my goodness I must sound like a complete idiot right now… let me start over Divine One…
Chanelle: M-My name is Chanelle, I’m just a simple woodcutter from Firene…
Chanelle: I’m sorry I sound so socially… inept… I’ve never really um… socialized much before…
Alear: Th-That’s okay… really! But… why are you out here all alone?
Chanelle: I was actually getting to that…! I was told to come here by my families’ heirloom!
Chanelle: This noisy little ring right here, you see?
Chanelle: She told me to come find you… between complaining and being completely radio silent that is…
Alear: Hold on… You have an Emblem Ring?
Chanelle: Is that what you call it? That sounds mighty important..!
Chanelle: Um… It was sitting on the shelf collecting dust until now so…
Alear: You say the ring was speaking to you… but I’ve never heard of an Emblem Ring that wasn’t in the care of Royalty…
Alear: How did you come to have it?
Chanelle: Uhh… From what I can remember it was given to us by a friend of my pa, who got it from their friend who won it in a bet with someone else, and-
Ring: CAN WE PLEASE FOCUS ON THE SITUATION AT HAND HERE?!
Chanelle: Guh!! Loud..! You don’t have to be so loud Miss Ring!!
Chanelle: See? I told you she likes to complain..!
Alear: Um… Do you think I could have a look at it?
Alear: I think I might be able to summon the Emblem inside.
Chanelle: Huh? What? Summon? I-I mean sure, knock yourself out, Divine One.
Alear: Let’s see… Its presence is unusual but…
Alear: Yes, I think I know the invocation now…
Alear: “Build for us, Emblem of Mechanist!”
-A woman is summoned from inside the ring who is accompanied by a strange mechanical puppet mount that is controlled by the strings at her fingers
-Chanelle of course is immediately blown away by the appearance of a whole woman and nearly falls over backwards at the sight of Shelly who now seems to be stretching cheerfully
Chanelle: HUUUUUUH!??!!
Shelly: Whew! I never thought I’d get out of there…!
Chanelle: What the heck! Y-You mean to tell me there was a ghost inside that thing?!
Shelly: How rude..! I am NOT a ghost!
Shelly: I think…
Shelly: To be honest, I don’t even know why I’m here…!
Shelly: I’m not anything special like Lord Corrin or Lord Ryoma… I’m just a simple Mechanist from the kingdom Hoshido.
Shelly: But.. you guys may call me Shelly!
Alear: You mean you’re not one of the 12 Emblem Rings?
Shelly: Huh? 12 Emblem Rings..?
Shelly: I haven’t been told as much; so no I don’t think so.
Shelly: Like i said, I don’t really know what the deal with my being here is, but one thing I know for sure is…
-Shelly suddenly turns a vengeful look over towards Chanelle and she seems really spiteful as she then angrily looms over the woman who instinctively shrinks back, still in a state of shock
Shelly: Clean your damn shelves, stupid! It was so positively dusty there that all I could think about while in that ring was sneezing like a maniac!
Chanelle: How was I supposed to know there was a woman inside of it!?
Alear: Uh, let’s not get too distracted now… There’s still a lot of Corrupted for us to deal with…
Alear: Even though you’re not an Emblem Ring, do you think you could still fight for us, Shelly?
Alear: I feel like your strength could really help our cause.
-Shelly looks back over towards Alear, her angry look shifting into something a little more petrified and she seems reluctant
Shelly: I uh… Don’t know how I feel about that… But ever since you woke up I was filled with an indescribable urge to see you… whether it was to help you or have you set me free… I’m not too sure.
Shelly: But fighting another war sounds kinda… uh…
Alear: If you don’t want to-
Shelly: Alright fine, I’ll help out..! Sheesh, you don’t have to beg me or anything!
Alear: Uh.. But I didn’t-
Shelly: Huh, really feels as though I only just helped end the last war but…!
Shelly: You can depend on me, Divine One. This beats sitting on a dusty old shelf any day!
Alear: I appreciate that! In that case…
Alear: Do you mind if I entrust her back to you then, Chanelle? She is your ring after all.
Alear: Even though we can’t really determine her unique origins… I think you two suit each other well!
Chanelle: Huh? So we’re fighting now? Not running away from those utterly terrifying monsters?!
Chanelle: A-Are you sure? And what do you mean by entrust? I still don’t really understand what’s happening here..?!
Chanelle: What’s the ring gonna do!?
Shelly: Hey, relax..! I know It’s a little scary, but together we can do this!
Shelly: We’re with the Divine One’s group now as well, so we actually have a pretty decent fighting chance.
Chanelle: Um… Okay..! Let’s go..!
Chanelle: BUT WHAT DID THEY MEAN BY ENTRUST?!
-The chapter continues, but first Shelly speaks
Shelly: With my power now at your disposal, I can strengthen our numbers just a tad thanks to my ability as a Mechanist of Hoshido.
Shelly: If things look tight and we’re running low on soldiers, just leave it to me to replenish the ranks!
-“Emblem Shelly’s unique skill Replicate will temporarily clone the unit she’s currently Engaged to, bringing forth a replica of that user with the same appearance, abilities and HP as the user to control until the duration of her Engage is finished and the clone dissipates.”
-“If the clone is defeated, any damage will not correlate to the original user.”
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-After the battle
-Chanelle looks severely worn out and is doubled over, breathing heavily as Alear approaches worriedly
Chanelle: I… Can’t believe… we really took them all out like that…!
Alear: Are you alright? You seem a little bit… exhausted…?
Chanelle: O-Oh! Don’t worry about that… I um… Yeah don’t worry about that…
-She stands upright, having caught her breath and calmed down somewhat as she speaks
Chanelle: Thanks for what you did back there, you really saved my life…
Alear: It was no trouble; it was worth it just being able to meet such a fine and dependable ally.
Chanelle: Ally..?
Alear: You fought with such bravery in that battle.
Alear: Even in the face of danger you rose to the challenge and worked amazingly with your Emblem just like a true hero would.
-Shelly suddenly appears beside Chanelle and she looks quite thrilled too
Shelly: I agree! Take it from someone who also shrinks away from a battle, you did excellently out there Chanelle!
Shelly: After all these years watching you sheltered at home, I never thought you could do it..!
Chanelle: H-Hey…! Please don’t bring that up now…
Alear: Sheltered? You mean you’ve never really left your home like this before..?
Chanelle: Uh… not quite… I’m uh… let’s just say I’m uh… not fit as an individual to be living an independent life… so I’ve spent a lot of time at home with my parents…
Chanelle: Of course that was until Miss Ring- I mean… Shelly started to speak to me about coming to find you…
Chanelle: Putting it simply, this is the first time I’ve ever really left the nest…
Alear: Ah… No wonder you were so…
Chanelle: So what..!? Awkward?! Lame!?
Alear: Frightened! I was gonna say frightened!
Chanelle: Oh! R-Right, of course… Ahem…
Chanelle: Well, with that I suppose I’ll be taking my leave.
Chanelle: Thank you again, Divine One.
-Chanelle hands Alear the ring before turning to leave but is quickly stopped by Alear who reaches out
Alear: Wait, you’re just gonna leave your Emblem Ring here?
Chanelle: Uh, I-Is that not the right thing to do? It was Shelly that wanted to see you so badly, so I just assumed…
Alear: Why don’t you stay and fight with us? You work so well with your Ring after all, it would be a waste to just leave her.
Chanelle: But… B-But I’m no knight…? I feel as though I barely got away with that last battle with my life as it was…
Alear: I promise that we’ll protect you for as long as you’re with us Chanelle.
Alear: Please, I implore you to join!
-Shelly appears suddenly behind Chanelle looking a little agitated again
Shelly: Hold it right there, Chanelle!
Shelly: Don’t tell me you just plan on leaving me here now that I’m finally free!?
Shelly: Wasn’t it always your dream to be free yourself? Allowed to travel the world rather than being cooped up inside your small dingy dusty household?
Chanelle: Wuh-!? I-I mean yes, but-!
Chanelle: Wait! That’s rude-!
Shelly: You should seize this opportunity!
Shelly: If you don’t do it now, you’ll only live to regret it later.
Shelly: There was a time where I had to drop everything and join the battle in my world too, and despite all my cowardice it was…
-Shelly looks deep in thought, but she chuckles and smiles brightly
Shelly: Well… life changing!
Shelly: Besides, I think it’s about time you go and make some friends!
Chanelle: What!?
Shelly: Yeah! You’re kind of a loner, Chanelle! And really awkward to boot!
Chanelle: Stop it! You’re embarrassing me! You’re not my ma!
Chanelle: I can’t just join an army! Ma and Pa would be worried sick!
Shelly: You’re an adult now, Chanelle. You can make your own choices and carve your own fate!
Shelly: Haha, see what I did there?
Shelly: Besides, I didn’t spend an absurd amount of time sitting on your dusty old shelf sneezing my head off just so you can call it quits here; we’re basically sisters in arms now!
Chanelle: … Huh…?
Shelly: And also…
-Shelly looks a little meek and leans in close to Chanelle like she wants to whisper something
Shelly: I’m a little nervous to suddenly be around so many strangers at once… as someone who I’ve gotten used to after all these years please come with me – I BEG OF YOU..!
Chanelle: Ugh… I can’t believe this is happening…
Chanelle: Alright, I’ll join! Happy?
Shelly: There we go! I knew you’d come around, bestie!
Chanelle: Bestie!? What the heck is wrong with you!?
Shelly: Guh! Don’t yell at me, I’ll cry!
Chanelle: All you’ve done is whinge in that ring so that’s nothing new to me!
-By now Alear is only standing by watching them argue with a weak smile
Alear: Good to see they’re getting along…? I think…?
#shellyscribbles#fire emblem engage#fe: engage#fire emblem oc#fatesona#what you get when you put two idiot crafters together#this is kinda long but im living my best life out here#and i realized i missed my fatesona very much while writing this jsdfhkjhkdf#she's such a failwife loser#and now chanelle will carry the torch//shot#if there are errors#i donut care behehe
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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Carla Heaven [01]
[Heaven 01] [Heaven 02] [Heaven 03]
ー The scene starts in the ballroom
Yui: ( Wow! What a crowd... )
( They must all be students since they’re wearing their uniform. )
( They don’t look like students at all...In stark contrast to myself, they’ve all got an amazing figure... (1) )
Carla: ...What’s wrong? I feel as if you’re not as talkative as usual.
Yui: Ah...The nerves are getting to me from being around all these people...
Carla: It is only natural people would gather for a dance party hosted at the principal school.
Yui: ...Right.
( Exactly. A dance party was announced to be held at the academy in Great Britain. )
( With Carla-san being selected as the representative of the Japan campus. )
( And I’m the one he chose to be his dance partner, but... )
I wonder if I’ll be able to properly fulfill such an important role...
Carla: Straighten your back.
Yui: Y-Yes...!
Carla: I am your partner, remember? There is no need to be nervous.
Yui: Um...Are you sure I’m the one who wanted as your partner?
Carla: ...I beg your pardon?
Yui: Not only am I not exactly the greatest dancer, unlike the other people around, my looks aren’t anything to write home about either...
...I’m just worried that I’ll be a bad match for you...
Carla: So basically you are saying you want me to dance with a different woman?
Yui: I-I don’t want that...But still.
Carla: Then dance with me.
I do not intend to dance with a woman who leaves me cold either.
*Rustle*
Carla: ...Have some confidence. I am right in front of you.
Yui: ...Okay!
Carla: Your hand please, Yui.
Entrust your body to me. I wil lead you to perfection.
*Rustle*
Yui: ...Yes!
*TIMESKIP*
*Clap clap clap*
Yui: ...Haah.
( Thank god...! I managed to dance the whole thing without messing up! )
Carla: Well done.
However...It appears that we have gathered quite some attention.
Yui: ...Eh...!?
( He’s right...Everyone around is looking at us...!! )
( Unlike the other day when it was just the two of us dancing, I actually feel some sense of accomplishment. )
Carla: How about we show them what we are capable of now that we have the chance?
Yui: O-Okay...!
*TIMESKIP*
ー The scene shifts to the winding staircase
Yui: ( ーー ...It’s over! )
( The party was so much fun... )
It’s all thanks to your excellent leading. Thank you so much!
Carla: You have improved quite a bit as well.
Yui: Fufu, thank you very much!
I’ve actually been practicing in secret ever since the last time we danced together!
Although, I never imagined we’d be dancing at such a large-scale event next!
Carla: That one time, huh? It sure brings me back.
Yui: Back then, I would have never thought I’d once day get to show off my dancing in front of so many people!
Carla: ...Yes, to think this would happen.
Yui: It was really too crowded though, don’t you think?
Carla: ...I agree. Not only was it crowded, but you stood out a little too much as well.
I would rather not have you attract any more positive attention from the men around you.
Yui: I-I didn’t...!
*Rustle*
Yui: ーー !
C-Carla-san...? What was gotten into you, suddenly pinning me to the wall?
Carla: Did you not notice? All of the men around were looking at you.
I can only assume they must have fallen head over heels for you after seeing you dance earlier.
Yui: Eh? ...Eh? ....Head over...!?
Carla: You are adorable after all. It’d be bad if you were to attract any more attention.
Yui: C-Cute...Oh no...I’m not...!
Carla: ...Forgive me. When you are involved, I cannot help but be prone to jealousy.
Yui: Carla-san...
Carla: ...
Yui: ...Ah...
Carla: ...One kiss simply will not do...I doubt I will be able to stop at just your cheek...
*Smooch*
Carla: I’m tempted to leave my mark on you like this...and show everyone that you belong to me...
...Haah...
Yui: ( No need to do that, as I have been long yours, Carla-san... )
ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー
Translation notes
(1) While スタイルがいい which literally means ‘having a good style’ might seem as if she’s calling them hip or fashionable, the phrase is actually used to describe someone’s figure/outer appearance instead.
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Bringing in the New Year
@flufftober
Fluff Monthly prompt: January
Rating: T
Warnings: there is a bar fight between two random npc
Fandom: Leverage
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“3…2…1! Happy New Year!” Harry yells along with the rest of the crew and French Quarter. Fireworks ring out and light up the night sky in an array of colors. A bittersweet smile blooms over Harry’s face as catches he Hardison and Parker along with many other couples kiss to bring in the New Year. He can’t help but think about how just a year ago he would have spent this moment with his wife, cherishing a kiss.
Harry is knocked out of his reverie as he stares at the firework show when Sophie nudges his side offering him a beer, one of many from tonight.
“Thanks,” Harry says as he accepts the beer. “ I thought I list you there for a moment.”
Even though the team had all gone out together for New Year’s Eve to help support one of Eliot’s friends arcade bar they ended up breaking into groups as the night went on with a plan to meet up at the car around two am. Eliot had gone to help his friend deal with customers while Parker and Hardison had gone to the back of the bar to play the arcade games that were lined up. For a while Breanna had gone over to the arcade as well but the last time Harry saw her, she was sitting at the bar watching the numerous New Year’s Eve celebrations happening around the world.
Harry was almost roped into helping out behind the bar as well but Sophie had stolen him away to join her in listening to the jazz band playing outside the bar.
“I ran into Breanna, who by the way is pretty hammered. She started talking about all the things she already wants to do this year and then she went on some side tangent about CES and Comic-Con and whatever else she could think of.”
“Sounds like it was quite the conversation.” Harry says amused.
“Oh, trust me it was. The only reason why I’m here now is because Breanna got distracted by a pretty woman who overheard her talking about some Disney cartoon and they ended up chatting away like I wasn’t even there.”
“I think the show must have been Owl House. She’s talked to me about it quite a bit recently. My daughter has talked to me about in- depth. Something tells me they might get along very well if they ever got the chance to meet.”
“How is your daughter by the way? Have you wished her a Happy New Year yet?”
“She’s doing good. Doing the best she can school wise and even managed to score an internship. Her and her mom decided to go visit New York for New Years so I called them both about an hour ago. They’re both doing well and seemed to be having fun so I tried not to keep them too long.”
“And how are you doing Harry? Are you having fun?”
“Y’know what I actually am having fun. Certainly, more than I thought I was going to have tonight. I won’t lie though it’s a little bit weird spending tonight with my family. But what about you Sophie are you having a good time?”
“As you know this isn’t usually my type of scene, but I am having an excellent time. Breanna was right great food and music along with a firework show does make for a great party.” Sophie pauses, taking a swig of her drink before continuing on. “If I’m being honest after Nate died I didn’t think the holidays would hold the same magic but, I’m glad that I’m wrong. I miss and I always will but being surrounded by family helps.”
A loud crash followed by yelling comes from inside the bar.
“Well, most of the time that is. Come on.” Sophie sighs.
Harry lets himself be pulled along by Sophie until they are inside the bar. Once they get inside the bar the yelling begins to intensify. A quick survey of the room brings in to focus the large crowd gathered in the center of the room. Harry catches a few glimpses of people in the center of drunkenly fighting. He winces and steps back when a chair is thrown across the room.
“Well, I guess that’s one wat to start the New Year.” Harry chuckles.
Harry and Sophie make their way towards the crowd, shoving their way into the inner circle. Inside the circle Harry is able to clearly see Eliot in-between the two drunken patrons who are still brawling. Eliot is trying to pull the guys off of each other, butt Harry can see that he’s struggling. Harry figures its because he doesn’t want to risk hurting either of the guys or the other nearby patrons. He’s about to go help Eliot when he sees Hardison manage his way to the center and help him by grabbing the other brawler and hauling him into a nearby seat. Even though Hardison’s guy goes pretty easily Eliot’s guy tries to wriggle his way out of Eliot’s grasp. Eliot ends up wrapping his arms around the drunken fighter’s arms and waist to keep him from flailing around.
“Alright, that’s it party’s over everyone. You ain’t got to go home but you can’t stay here.” Eliot yells as he continues to struggle with his guy.
Harry flinches when Parker pops up between him and Sophie.
“You guys might want to get out of here asap. Hardison set the sprinkler system to go off in a few minutes as a contingency if the fight continued or another fight broke out. Which means everything’s about to get wet and not the fun kind.” Parker says.
“But they were able to get it under control. It’s done.” Harry says.
“Yeah, and so is Hardison’s phone. It got knocked of his pocket and stepped on when he went to help Eliot.” Parker holds up Hardison’s phone showcasing a completely cracked screen. “As you can se its not really taking input right now. So we should really get going unless you two want to get drenched by the very expensive fire system Eliot had installed in this place.”
Harry follows Sophie and Parker out of the building when Sophies stops abruptly in front of him.
“Wait where’s Breanna?” Sophie asks.
“Oh, I made sure she got out once the fire started. She’s in the truck. I’ll be surprised if she isn’t passed out already. She cannot hold her alcohol, but she didn’t look pukey so I’ll take that as a win.”
When Harry, Sophie and Parker make it back to the truck Parker gets in the driver seat with Sophie climbing into the passenger seat and Harry going to the back. As soon as he opens the entrance to the back he’s greeted by Breanna passed out in her seat. Harry chuckles and shakes his head. He grabs a blanket and drapes it over her before slipping into a seat of his own.
For a few moments the truck is quiet save the ambient noises that leak in from outside.
Harry is beginning to drift asleep when Sophie pokes her head into the back.
“Hey, we’re going to head back to HQ without Eliot and Hardison. They said they were going to help Eliot’s friend clean up and close up for the night. We’ll probably see them in the morning.”
“Alright, thanks for letting me know.”
“You’re welcome. Get some rest. Looks like the traffic is pretty bad might take us a while to get back.”
As it turns out Sophie isn’t wrong about the traffic. By the time they get back to HQ its nearly three am.
Harry drags himself out of the truck still bleary eyed from the nap he took. He can tell the others are just as exhausted as him as they stumble over their feet and barely miss hitting the door as they walk in.
Harry says good night to Parker and Breanna as they make their way to the respective bedrooms. For a spilt second Harry considers calling a lyft to take him home, but decides against it when all of the words on his phone looks like a blurry mess and the amount of traffic still on the road. Instead he grabs a spare blanket from the closet before heading to the couch when he sees Sophie has already beat him to it. Harry laughs to himself as he plops down on the armchair kicking his legs up on an ottoman.
As Harry fell asleep he felt an appreciation for the past year and excited anticipation for the year ahead.
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Today was fucking insane.
I’m not quite a month into work yet (two days out), and a manager was there training me in sales Saturday and today.
Then today, my boss just decided to throw me in the deep end. The manager, Rick, had set me up to key in a fake sale (which we also did Saturday), to help me get more comfortable and familiar. I literally didn’t even have time to start it when he strolls over and says, “okay, you’re up,” and gestures to some customers who just came in.
Fear floods me and I gape. “You’re joking,” because he has joked with me like that. “Nope,” He tells me. He says my boss thinks I’m ready. Boss says “what better way to learn than by just doing it?”
And so I greet a middle-aged man, woman and younger girl. They’re immediately lovely. The interpersonal stuff isn’t so much an issue. They seem to know exactly what they want.
And I’m so flustered and frantic that I keep messing up on pricing, and forgetting things. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve retained some things, sure, but for the most part, I feel like I’m flying blind. There’s so much to remember. So many details.
You have to talk to them and find out what they’re looking for, okay, easy enough. Then price it. And you gotta go into different price books or programs for prices and use pricing metrics to find the retail price and then discount it based on the price which I STILL don’t know how to do, and then close the sale while also trying to add onto it, then key in the sale and figure out whether the items are in stock or if you have to back order and also talk about warranty (which I don’t know much about, price wise) and calculate delivery price which (AGAIN) I still don’t know how to do, and print the invoice and remember info about the customer and remember to follow up with them and send a thank you card and just AHHHHHHH FUCK.
And like, I think I could be good at this, truly. But it’s also SO fucking overwhelming and I feel so ill-equipped. Like selling a bedroom suit today—I don’t know how to tell the difference between sizes in our SKU numbers. Rick was supposed to go over it with me but we didn’t have time. And then he isn’t coming back for more training with me, which is wild. They’ve trained me for two days and said “good luck”? And my coworkers will still be there to help, but that’s not the point.
I made the sale, and the people were really lovely. The fianceé and her daughter had left while the man was negotiating (haggling) and they literally came back in when it was all said and done to hug me. They were so incredibly sweet.
And Rick and my boss and my coworker were all praising me and saying how I just had it, and I’m natural at it, and I guess to an extent—I like people. I’m naturally friendly and warm and curious. I care. I’m not a bullshitter. But the technical bits are so new still, and throwing me in it like that was so nervewracking hahaha
But also, I did make a sale. Even if Rick helped me through a lot of it. And I make commission on that. And my base pay will also probably bump up now. I can do this. I think I can really excel at this. I just can’t let myself get too stressed and psyched.
But I hate it, because I’m already dreading going back to work. I don’t want to do that again. Hahaha I hate that it’s a learning curve. I wish I could transport to six or eight months from now and already be mostly confident and comfortable at this.
I don’t know how they were all saying I was doing so well. I felt like a train wreck. Sure, maybe I was talking to people well. Talking to people is easy, mostly. It’s not hard to be nice and friendly and helpful. It’s all the other stuff I’m struggling with, and selling involves more than just being nice and friendly and helpful. I’m not sure what they’re seeing that I’m not.
Maybe I’m just exhausted. It was a long day.
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My Saviour (Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Fifty - How can you be so calm about this? I stabbed you!
You look from the angel and back to Rumlow. Then you swallow. You don’t know what to say. So you put your hand on his thigh. Carefully holding the angel with the other one.
– Do you want to talk about it?
He slowly turns his head towards you. His eyes already wet with tears. He is actually crying. This must be something really serious. He looks at the bandaid on your arm.
– I made it for my mom….
His voice breaking when he says the word «mom». Then he bends down, puts his face in his hands, and the dam breaks. He cries so hard, he’s shaking. You place the angel on the table, and put your arms around him. Resting your head on his upper arm.
– I’m sorry, Brock. If this is too hard. You don’t have to.
He sits back up, dry off his tears. Looks at you.
– You deserve to know, YN! I need for you to know.
You nod, slowly.
– She’s dead!
Again, you don’t know what to say. So you take his hand in yours. He squeezes it.
– Thank you, YN!
– For what?
– For sticking with me!
– I’ll never leave you, Brock!
Then he tells you. About how he made the angel at school. Used the colors his mom liked the most. Carved her name at the bottom of the angel. Eager to get home, to give it to her. Like every eight year old would be. And about how he found his mom, lying on the kitchen floor, when he got home. And how difficult his life became after that. How he was moved from foster home to foster home, never finding his true place in life. How he acted out. Got into fights, and never excelled at school. And how he eventually in-listed in the military.
When he’s done talking. He just looks at you.
– Where is your father?
He squeezes your hand again.
– Dead!
He says it without any emotion. Not like when he talked about his mom. It’s like his father never existed to him. You swallow..
– Did…
– He killed her!
This is insane! How can anyone survive a loss like that? Losing both parents at such a young age… You felt bad too, when your parents made the choice about you. But at least they’re both still alive.
– So I killed him!
His voice so hard it almost scares you. He killed his own father?
– He didn’t just kill her, YN. He killed a part of me that day. And I promised myself that I would never feel anything ever again. And I managed that…. Until you showed up!
You? What does he mean?
– I… I never ment for…
He carefully lifts your face up to his.
– I didn’t mean it like that! I fell in love with you. I love you, YN! And I treated you like shit! And now… now I hurt you!
He touches the bandaid.
– It… It was an accident, Brock. It happens!
– Not with me. I TOLD Pierce that I didn’t want to do this. And I don’t understand why he insisted that I do it. Rollins is just as good as me. To draw a knife on a woman.. That’s something I swore I’d never do!
He starts to bend over again. So you strattle him. Grab his face with both hands, look him in the eye.
– Brock! Listen to me! I love you. And you didn’t draw a knife on me. We were sparring. Training. Accidents do happen you know.
– How can you be so calm about this? I stabbed you!
You place a soft kiss on his lips.
– No you didn’t, Brock. The knife hit my arm. If anything it was my fault. I wasn’t paying attention. Look. Let’s take a break. Get some food or something. And then we’ll find a different way to do this. A way that doesn’t get any of us hurt. Sounds good?
He nods.
– I love you, YN!
You smile at him, then you kiss him again.
– I love you too, Brock!
Your lips meet again. The kiss is so good, you don’t realise that he removes your gear belt.
– Come here, princess!
He stands up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. Between kisses and soft bites on your neck, he carries you into the bedroom.
You’ve never had this kind of experience with him before. At least not the sex part. He is so soft and tender. Exploring your whole body with his hands. Slowly removing your clothes, as well as his own. It’s like the most romantic thing you’ve ever experienced.
He’s usually rough, dominant, dirty talker. Not this time. This time he’s different. Takes his time with you. Only concentrating on you. No handcuffs. No orders. No hard or dirty talk. When he finally gets on top of you, you’re aching for him, all of him. His eyes on yours, when he enters you.
– You are so beautiful! I love you!
You touch his chest. Carefully exploring every part, every muscle.
– I love you too, Brock!
Having him inside you, and hearing him talking to you in this soothing, romantic way, is if possible even better than the rough dominant way. Feeling him massaging your walls every time he moves himself back and forth inside of you. His breathing and his moans in your ear, and against your skin. His lips tasting your skin, and yours tasting his.
– I… I can’t hold it anymore, YN!
You don’t answer. Instead you kiss his neck the way you know drives him insane. His moans, when he’s coming, is one of the sexiest sounds you’ve ever heard. He stays on top of you for a while. Looking at you. Before he lies down beside you. Pulling you close to him.
– I’m sorry, YN!
– For what?
– I didn’t.. You didn’t finish!
You smile at him.
– Brock.. It was amazing!
– Yes, it was.. But you still didn’t finish!
– It’s no big deal, Brock. It’s not like I expect to finish every time.
He slides his fingers up and down your spine. You lean your head back, and close your eyes. And Rumlow kisses your neck..
– It’s a big deal for me, YN! I want you to feel good!
He continues to kiss your neck.
– Mmmmmm.. You do…
– Then let me make you finish….
His fingers finds your clit. Massaging it. The feeling in indescribable. After everything this is insanely intense. His lips on your neck. And his fingers stroking back and forth over your clit.
– Goooood! Aaahhhaaa!
– Yes, princess! Do you like it?
– Yes! Don’t stop!
Soft bites on your neck.
– I’ll never stop. You’re so beautiful like this, YN!
You can feel that you are close. You almost forget how to breathe. Every muscle in your body is preparing for the tsunami that’s about to come, rushing over you. You move your head so you can see him.
– Look at me, Brock!
He ups the pace on his fingers. Looks at you, smiling. Then the wave hits. You grab his arm, holding it in place.
– You are so incredibly beautiful when you’re coming!
He continues to move his fingers over you. Your whole body spasms. Your moans echoing in the walls. You’re so sensitive his touch almost hurts. But you keep your grip of his arm. Looking into his eyes, looking at you with so much love, so much compassion, so much…
Finally he stops. Lets you breathe out the last few waves. Then he kisses you. A long, slow, soft kiss.
– I want you forever, YN!
– I am yours, Brock! Forever!
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Throwback Thursday (or, Saturday, really)
Thanks for tagging me in this, @pastelwitchling! And thanks for your patience! Here is an excerpt from my arranged marriage/soulmate fic, touching you i start to bloom. Parts of this fic just popped into my head out of nowhere when I was at work. Before I had written any fanfiction. I’m so glad I took the time to write it out and share it with all of you.
And, since I’m using a readmore, I’m gonna tag @winged-fool and @bellakitse at the top.
This section has a tiny bit of smut in it, so consider yourself warned.
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Michael is surprised by Alex’s friend Rosa grabbing him and pulling him aside the morning of the wedding. He waves off his concerned protective detail, certain that no one will be happy if one of Alex’s closest friends has to miss the wedding after security takes her out.
“I know you’re royalty and everything, but if you hurt Alex, I will destroy you,” she threatens. And, the thing is, he actually believes her. She is tiny, but absolutely terrifying, in a way very different from, yet quite similar to Isobel. He can picture this woman ruining his life with her bare hands if he wronged her, the way Isobel would with a few careful words.
“I don’t want to hurt Alex,” he tells her, hoping he’s being reassuring.
“You already have, pendejo,” she practically spits at him. “All this bullshit about soulmates like Alex needs to hear anything else about how he’s not enough for yet another asshole. He’s had this thing forced on him just as much as, if not more than you have and it’s all because his father is fucking scum. And, yet, because he’s Alex, he’s still trying to make the best of it and build something real with you, but you keep telling him he couldn’t possibly compare to a dead person out of some kind of fairytale fantasy!”
Michael feels like he’s been slapped. He doesn’t know how Rosa, or Alex, for that matter, knows about his soulmate, but, somehow, they do. And, with that knowledge, what he said two nights ago must have felt like a rejection.
No, he can’t have what he wants, what he spent most of his life wanting, but his parents didn’t get that either and they seem to be happy and in love. They’ve tried. He could try to have what they have. Or he could end up with what Isobel and Max’s parents have, which is a marriage in which they barely speak to each other, even when they’re in the same room. He doesn’t want that for himself. And he wants that even less for Alex.
And, really, marrying Alex Manes is very far from a hardship. He’s the most beautiful person Michael has ever seen. From any planet. And, from what Michael has seen, he’s thoughtful and kind. Michael’s entire family already adores Alex. Hell, Isobel likes only five people in the universe and Alex is already one of them.
“Thank you, Rosa,” he says finally, “I am glad Alex has protective friends like you. But I promise you, I have no intention of hurting him.” With that quick clarification, he sets off in the direction of Alex’s room, trying to figure out what he’s going to say to him.
It’s not long before he’s knocking on the door and Alex is answering, looking better than anyone has a right to, half-dressed, shirt entirely unbuttoned, giving Michael an excellent view of skin.
“Can we talk?” Michael asks. Alex gives him a slightly confused look, but steps aside and Michael steps inside, waiting for Alex to close the door, leaving his security detail right outside. It’s only then that he notices how wary Alex looks.
“I was wrong when I said I can’t have what I want,” Michael starts. “I mean, I can’t have what I wanted when I was a kid, but I realized… My parents don’t have that. And they’re in love. They’re happy. I spent my entire life expecting to have something that would come easily, that would be perfect right away and that’s not how relationships work. I don’t even think that’s how soulmate relationships work. So…” he takes a breath, and looks down at the ground. “What I want is- I know this entire situation was forced on us and it’s all a lie. We could end up like strangers, only tied together by obligation. But I don’t want that. I like you, Alex. I think that, someday, I could love you. Do you think we could try to have something real?” He finishes, gathering the courage to look up into Alex’s face.
Alex’s face moves from wary to cautious to hopeful. And, then, finally, a smile breaks across his face. Michael swears he’s never seen anything that beautiful. “I’d like that.”
“Yeah?” Michael asks, moving closer to him, crowding him against the door.
“Yeah,” Alex glances down at his lips and back at Michael’s eyes.
Michael pushes forward and gently presses his lips against Alex’s. Just that little touch sends desire coursing through him, making him wish he could have infinite more kisses. He pushes one hand into Alex’s dark, soft hair and wraps the other arm around him, pulling him closer.
Alex’s lips part, inviting him in and soon Michael is drowning in his taste and his touch, just desperate for every little bit of him, hands exploring, reaching lower, toward Alex’s belt.
Alex stills his hand with his own, but doesn’t pull away. “We’re getting married in about an hour. And we can do this fast and dirty. Or we can wait and spend all of tonight fucking.”
“We can’t do both?” Michael can’t help but ask with a cheeky grin.
Alex grins and shrugs, letting go of Michael’s hand. So Michael sinks slowly to his knees and starts to carefully unbutton Alex’s pants. He’ll have time to do all the things he wants to do to him later. But, for now, he just wants to find out what kind of sounds Alex Manes makes when he comes.
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Glad you mentioned Kate standing up for herself with Anthony, which was sorely missing in the later eps. The way he spoke to her sometimes was pretty iffy, especially how he constantly implied how much he resented what he felt for her. That rough arm pull when she was stuck in mud and dismissing her yelp of pain were gross as hell too. Kate really had no reason to think Anthony felt more than lust for her until he explicitly said it. Wondering if you'll explore this in Dowry? Big fan, btw.
hi! wow i am LATE to answering this one, but.
you brought up an EXCELLENT point and my feelings on it are complicated:
1. anthony did not treat kate like a gentleman ought to treat a lady. he pulled on her arm during pall mall, was short and snappish with her in general, embarrassed her (indirectly) at the soiree, took the cup of lemonade that lumley brought for her at the races for himself (this never fails to make me laugh) and in general, was… well, he didn’t behave well.
2. kate ALSO did not behave like a lady with anthony. she routinely insulted him in public, almost gave the cut direct to his mother, made innuendos about his “performance” 😏😏 in front of his siblings during pall-mall, and in general, was not very kind or gracious to him (the way a lady should be).
i think this is fun to play with for several reasons. did anthony treat kate well? no. did kate treat anthony well? she had her reasons not to, in my humble opinion, but nevertheless, her attitude was at best cold and scathing. THIS IS GOOD because they are showing their true, worst selves to each other in the process. contrast anthony’s behavior with kate to anthony’s behavior with edwina/other debutantes. he’s a perfect, charming gentleman eager to let the girls talk or asking them pointed questions. with kate, he lets his true self emerge — passionate, short-tempered, irritable, annoying. who else does he treat like that, with such familiarity?
HIS FAMILY. ergo, he was treating kate like family long before he even understood the attraction he had to her.
i love enemies-to-lovers in romance fic because neither the hero nor the heroine have to practice acceptable forms of masculinity or femininity (or some confused cross in between for trans/nb characters who are forced to conform to binary societal expectations). the heroine doesn’t have to be demure or coquettish. the hero doesn’t have to be gallant or chivalrous. when someone accepts and even likes you for even your worst qualities, that is when you know they’re suited for you and vice versa. anthony could be his flawed, imperfect self around kate, and she could be the same around him.
was the way he treated her right? i don’t know. i personally think a lot of the “code of conduct” that a gentleman was supposed to follow was rooted in a gentle sexism rampant in that time period, one that continues to persist today. imo, you shouldn’t have to be nice to a woman because they’re a woman. you shouldn’t have to defer to a man because they’re a man. attitudes toward people are, on an innate level, governed by such societal and personal biases, true, but love is something that has the potential to transcend them. in s1, we saw anthony as a misogynistic cad who didn’t understand the sacrifices involved and sheer bloody hardship of being a woman. in s2, we see anthony empathize with and respect kate, something i don’t really think he had done before — with any woman. i think his love for her changed him for the better, and in order for that change to be deep and transformative, it had to have started when he was as uncouth and ungentlemanly as you say. to butcher a quote from legend of korra, it is only when we are at our very worst or lowest that we are open to the greatest change. i think that’s what happened with anthony and i’m excited to explore that further.
thank you for your thought-provoking question!
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“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”
Where else could this prompt go, but to Sylvie? Who else would say anything like it?
Thank you for the ask!
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Nari got pulled through the strange portal by the woman and stumbled out into a large, well-appointed bedroom. The woman tapped something on the orange tablet and the portal closed.
“What is going on?” he asked. “Who are you? What do you want?”
“All excellent questions,” the woman said. She vanished the tablet.
“You planning on answering any of them?” he asked, crossing his arms.
She looked at him with an expression that he’d only ever seen before on his mother’s face. He took a small step back.
“Who—”
“I go by Sylvie,” she said. “It was supposed to be a pseudonym, but that’s not really how the TVA works. But it… it fits me better.”
“A pseudonym?” Nari asked. “Who are you trying to hide from?”
Sylvie paused. “I was named Váli when I was born.”
Nari shook his head. “No. No, Váli is—”
“I’ve been running for a very long time,” she said. “I got the intel that you were being… it was the first time that I heard of you being there. I couldn’t do nothing. You don’t understand how I’ve risked everything to get you out of there. I hope someday you will, but if you just want to leave, I can find somewhere for you to go.”
“What are you talking about?” Nari asked. “How… You were sixteen just a few hours ago!”
“I suppose I was,” Sylvie said. “I understand this is disorienting. Please, if you just listen for a moment, I can explain.”
She gestured to a bench in a window that looked out over a golden city. They sat down. From where they were, Nari could see a crowd of people on a bridge that extended out towards a full field of stars. A ship was approaching the bridge.
“What is this place?” he asked.
“Asgard,” she said. “Just before Ragnarök.”
Nari’s eyebrows shot up. He looked around the room.
“Are we in the palace?” he asked. “This has to be Father’s room, I…”
His shoulders fell.
“Will I ever get to see them again?” he asked.
Sylvie looked away.
“They’re not who you think they are,” she said. “You don’t know what they…”
“The video, that TVA place, explained some of it,” Nari said. “Something about branching timelines and choices that we weren’t supposed to make. Basically, that free will is a lie, and you’ll get killed for it.”
“That’s about what I got from it too,” Sylvie said.
“What choice did you make?” Nari asked.
Sylvie paused.
“I didn’t,” she said. “I need you to trust me, Nari. I didn’t do anything. It was Sigyn, she…”
Nari could see the tears in Sylvie’s eyes.
“What happened?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I don’t know. We were children at the time. She took us into a back room. She put me in the closet, taking you away. Then something… happened. When she came back for me, your blood was on her hands, and the TVA came before she could do anything else.”
“Vee…” He reached for her hand, and she pulled away.
“She loved us too much,” Sylvie said. “That was her excuse.”
“What were they going to do to me, if you hadn’t gotten me out of there?” Nari asked.
“I don’t know,” Sylvie said. “Something worse than death, I think. If she just hadn’t…”
“There was nothing you could have done,” Nari said.
“I was seven,” Sylvie said. “I was seven, and I couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me. To protect us.”
“What do you need from me?” Nari asked. “What can I do to help?”
Sylvie looked at him, her ice blue eyes red from trying not to cry.
“We’re going to kill them, Nari,” Sylvie said. “The people that did this, the Time Keepers of the TVA, they did this to us. I need your help to do that. More than that, I want your help. I’ve been alone for a very long time. Getting you back… I didn’t think that was possible until a few days ago. But I don’t know if I could have done it on my own.”
Down on the bridge, the crowd was being ushered into a barge, and there was a fight on the bridge, with magic and lightning exploding out from it.
“We don’t have much time,” Sylvie said, pulling out the tablet. “The palace is going to be destroyed by Surtur in a few minutes. Where would you like me to take you?”
Nari shook his head.
“Where else would I go but with you?” he asked. “I promised our parents and Thor I’d protect you. If they can’t, then I have to.”
Sylvie looked at him, almost surprised. Nari knew she was trying to manipulate him— he’d lived with her long enough to know how she worked. She was trying to get him to join her side, trying to turn him against the universe. But when the TVA came, they disintegrated his mother and told him he would never see his sister again.
Clearly, they were wrong.
“I’ll go with you, Vee,” he said. “I’ll do whatever you need.”
“Okay, then,” Sylvie said. “Let’s get out of here.”
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