#antoinette x faith
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Consecration
Fandom: Far Cry 5
Word Count: 2.1k
Pairing: Faith Seed x Female Herald OC
Summary: Faith is newly appointed as a Herald of the of Henbane, and has her first meeting with her new partner in Eden's Gate.
Warnings: Brief mention of drug use
A/N: kinda getting into's Faith's early days as a leader in the cult with this one and where her head was at! i enjoyed writing this from her pov too to really get in her head 🧠 i hope yall enjoy!
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The newly appointed Faith Seed paced in her cabin anxiously; bare feet on the smooth wood padding from corner to corner of her new home. After she’d been chosen by Joseph she’d been upgraded from the residence hall for the girls of Eden’s Gate.
Walls of walnut wood surrounded her adorned with the country chic decor she’d become accustomed to. A mounted deer here, a cow skull there. ‘Charming.’ She thought sarcastically. Faith wasn’t one to pin down her tastes, but she knew this wasn’t it. At least now she had her own room.
Things had been different before- equally as hard but in another way. Stuck living with cold parents, hooked on drugs and trouble. Now she had a gelid Father and was the most sober she’d been in ages. But being Faith was just another drug. People looked up to her more, listened to her. One facet of her life remained the same though- the loneliness.
Faith completed another lap of paces as the object of her anxiety came to mind: Joseph Seed. In particular, her first meeting with him since becoming a Herald. It was only yesterday that she had been chosen from the congregation at the end of a sermon. As was custom, each Seed spoke at the dais; giving their own speech to prepare the flock for the Collapse. At the end- all was silent as the Father stepped forward.
“Brothers and sisters, you have heard much from us today but I would beg your attention for another moment to make an announcement.” Joseph settled in at the pulpit at the center of everyone’s attention. The white paint of the church was illuminated by dozens of white candles, the creak of metal bird cages whispered from the ceiling; the congregation held their breath as they always did when their Father spoke. In classic fashion- this announcement was to be presented as an oration. Holy and eminent. “What is Faith?” Joseph’s heavy gaze looked out over them all reaching each person with his booming cadence. “Faith is what holds us together. What makes us different from the damned souls that will not walk with us in the Garden.” Answering his own question he eyed his flock- eyes filling with regret. “Our Faith, she was not ready. Not ready to do what must be done to help us survive the Collapse. When the Reaping begins, she would have led us to ruin.” Joseph spoke of the previous matron of Eden’s Gate.
There had always been a ‘Faith’; it was a title more than anything, an identity to take on. Previously there were only two others to carry the mantle- the most recent having disappeared after a rather public disagreement with the Father. There were whispers in the female dorms, tinged with apprehension and fear as the women considered the immensity of being chosen, and the risk if one were to falter.
“My children I am pleased to announce, after much deliberation we have found our new Faith. You all know her as a different name, but no longer. She has lent a hand to any she saw in need- she has held us aloft in hard times and flourished with us in good.” A pregnant pause as Joseph held a poignant countenance. “Rachel, if you’ll join me?” The woman startled as the last name she’d expected tumbled from his lips.
Since then things had been a blur. There were official introductions to the Seed brothers, being introduced as their sister made her feel warm but unsettled. Like she just stepped into her dream and the world had started falling away. After an hour of mingling, the new Faith had been shown to the new cabin where she would reside.
These memories raced through her mind and she wondered what responsibilities she’d have now. Her mentation was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door, making her jump. ‘Already?’ The woman looked down at herself; she wore drab white garb as was custom of the community, her hair hung lankly past her shoulders. Shame filled her as she opened the door, hoping she wouldn’t see one of the Seeds. She may be one of them now but she didn’t yet look the part. The heavy door was pulled ajar to reveal no one.
The birds chirped as evening faded in and the trees hung high over the cabin outside, but no one awaited her. Confusion crossed Faith’s expression and she peered from the doorway. Though no visitors awaited she spied a simple white envelope on the doormat, addressed to her (with her new name of course) and emblazoned with the Eden’s Gate cross on a wax seal.
Stepping back into the cabin now equipped with the correspondence containing her next step, Faith took a deep breath and broke the seal. As she pulled the letter forth the aroma of jasmines and rain filled the room. Faith smiled slightly, ‘Who perfumes their letters?’ She mused as the paper unfolded revealing flowing cursive script. “Meet me at Sacred Skies Lake. We have much to discuss.”
It took less than an hour for Faith to fluff her hair, apply some mascara, and throw on a more put-together outfit before she found a ride to the lake. People were practically falling over themselves offering to drive the new Herald; she even spotted someone get tripped trying to get to her. In the end, Jacob had ordered one of his Chosen to escort her.
The world was painted in pinks, oranges, and splashes of purple as sunset cloaked Hope County. The water of Sacred Skies Lake shined in the final vestiges of sunlight, inviting Faith to the shore. Halfway down the woman spotted sheets of lace and silk adorning the tree branches near the water. Her flats crunched into the sand and rocks on the coast as her gaze scanned for the Father. With a start, the brunette set eyes on a different figure.
Tall with shapely legs and a flowing mane of red hair- a beautiful stranger met her eyes. The other woman was striking in an intimidating way: ruby red lips, towering in hills, and a piercing blue gaze. “Faith.” She spoke her new name and Faith rather liked how it sounded.
“Hi… still getting used to the name I think.”
The ginger appraised her silently before responding, “You’ll wear it well. Come, sit.” She gestured to a large blue picnic blanket spread under the swaying trees above. On the blanket was the most diverse spread of food Faith had ever seen; macaroons of every color, boards of meat from pancetta to smoked salmon, and bowls of veggies, sauces, and garnishes awaited. Gingerly the Herald took her spot at the edge of the spread. Her eyes lit up as she spotted a ramekin filled with sunflower seeds. “Yes, I was told you enjoyed those. Barbeque flavor?” The taller of them said the word as if it were foreign to her. Faith nodded with a smile and popped one in her mouth. “Of course, I’ve only seen these without the shell used as texture for salads and such but… I’m pleased if you are. My name is Antoinette.” As she spoke, she tucked the skirt of her dress politely beneath her and her lips bowed in a kind smile.
“I’m Ra…” She stopped herself, “Faith. I guess you already knew that though.” The brunette smiled sheepishly and looked down at her hands in her lap.
“I’ll confess, I don’t know much more than yourself at present.” Annie settled back on the blanket lounging languidly like a cat in a sunbeam. “Joseph has only blessed me with crumbs of his plan, but I know both you and I are integral.” She leaned in conspiratorially, “And will be working quite closely together.”
“Oh?” Faith urged her on, eyes lingering on Antoinette’s toned form for a moment. Muscles rippled under the criss-crossing white dress she wore. ‘Someone works out..’ With the thought she felt her tongue dart out to moisten her lips and tried to get her brain back on track.
Antoinette nodded and reached for a slice of gouda, “Indeed- just as you were promoted tonight, I was appointed only a couple days ago.” She popped the cheese in her mouth and stared out at the water, “It was all quite sudden.”
‘Two Faiths?’ Faith wondered and was about to ask when her companion continued.
“After the… unfortunate failings of the last Faith, I have been appointed as a guide. Someone to help and advise where needed. We have much to prepare for if Joseph’s predictions are correct, and he is not one to accept failure.”
Silence ruled both of them a moment as they considered the consequences of ineptitude, a secret anxiety they each were too guarded to show. The new Faith looked to Annie and they shared a look of understanding; they were in this together. “Well,” Faith started as she wrapped some salami around a piece of provolone, “At least my partner in crime knows how to cook.”
The ginger snorted brusquely but chuckled nonetheless, “That would be wishful thinking unfortunately. I have a live-in chef.”
“In your cabin?” Faith asked, mouth open in surprise. Part of her thought this was frivolous- but part of her felt a bit in awe at the luxury. When Antoinette’s nose crinkled in distaste the brunette wondered what she’d said wrong.
“My chalet, dear. I don’t know that I’d survive in a mere cabin.” Though Annie corrected her- she smiled light-heartedly.
Returning the grin Faith chided, “Ah so I’ve been placed with the most opulent of the Heralds, I see.”
“That you have, and don’t forget it.” The older woman scooted closer and Faith could smell her light perfume. It was airy and floral, making Faith want to bury her head in the other’s collarbone and lose herself in the scent. “It is you that is our Herald though, truly. Not I.” Annie watched her waiting for a response. When Faith said nothing for her confusion, Antoinette expanded on the thought- “Even if I carry the title of Herald for appearances, not just anyone can take the role of our Faith. You will keep us all on the path to the Garden, and in turn I will keep you safe.”
The truth in her words rung out over the water, making the newest Seed feel more secure in her new role. Though she had been lonely among her fellow parishioners- she realized now that it was up to her to keep them pliant, to make them feel seen as Joseph had made her feel seen. Antoinette’s proclamation steeled her will and she felt more at ease with the title that had been thrust upon her. “I’m glad I won’t be alone in this.” She looked out over the lake- thinking this time she didn’t have to be afraid of her life changing. Not when she had the power now.
“In light of our new partnership, I brought you something.” Annie revealed a present in the bottom of the picnic basket, pulling out a masterfully wrapped gift dressed in green paper and a white bow.
Taking it quietly Faith’s expression was one of shock. She couldn’t recall the last present she’d received. “I don’t have anything for you though…” She intoned absentmindedly as she pulled at the bow, unraveling it between her fingers.
“Don’t worry about that.. I’m quite hard to buy for.” Antoinette joked as she watched Faith intently. Though it was said in jest, the brunette figured this was most likely fact.
Once all the wrappings were gone there was a white box with a silver swirling decal on top. There was a moment of apprehension where Faith glanced at the other and Annie nodded encouragingly, No more urging needed- she revealed the gift and discarded the lid. “Oh wow.” Faith breathed the words as she lifted out a white laced dress adorned with pink flowers. “Antoinette, this is beautiful!” Her hand traced down the front of the garment.
Almost grinning at her reaction, Annie nodded- “It was a pretty penny- but well worth it. Our Faith needs to stand out.” With flourish Faith pulled out the dress completely and stood, pressing it to her body as a way to measure. “If you need any alterations simply let me know.” The ginger’s gaze took in every inch of Faith, a repressed hunger in her eyes. “We’re about the same size, I’d wager.” She reached forward to flatten the dress against Faith for a better look. A hand caressed her bare thigh as she did, making Faith shiver in a way she hoped wasn’t obvious.
“You don’t cook but you sew?” She asked, changing her train of thought.
“Occasionally. I know enough to get the job done.” Antoinette looked up at Faith and offered her an easy smile.
In that smile and in Annie’s ocean blue eyes Faith’s heart fluttered and that dark shadow of loneliness loosened its grip on her for the first time in a long time. Her future was right here.
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World building and theories of Engage
Queen Eve
Her name is a reference to Saint Eve. The symbolic relevance of being named after Saint Eve is that she is mother of all the living and Queen Eve is a mother to her children and her kingdom. Saint Eve is more than the wife of Adam and the beguiler of men. She is her own woman, intelligent, brave, rational and caring. Queen Eve demonstrates similar bravery when she is held hostage by Zephia's minion. Her rational and intelligent nature is implied by her ability to convince King Morion to sign a nonaggression pact. Saint Eve's main flaw was her vanity, perhaps this symbolises Firene's flaw, a country focused on aesthetical beauty rather than practical things.
Saint Eve is the patron saint of tailors and gardeners which fits in nicely with Queen Eve being the ruler of 'flower land'.
Saint Eve is blamed for the downfall of man, making him experience pain and mortality. In Engage the two Queens survive while King Morion and King Hyacinth meet their end. I wonder if her name is a cheeky hint at the fall of the two kings.
The dress of the Firenze royal is inspired by French Rococo, a style without any rules. The characteristics of rococo are pastel tone silks, heavily layered skirts, ornate decorative elements such as jewels, ribbons, ruffles and flowers, excessive flamboyance and asymmetric details.
The shade of blue of Queen Eve's dress reminds me of Marie Antoinette, whose favourite colour was light blue. The green ribbon of Queen Eve's dress could be the colour of royalty. When Marie Antoinette wore green it was to impose her regel status.
When I first looked at Queen Eve I was reminded of the infamous painting of Marie Antoinette in the Chemise Dress, holding a rose. In 1783, portrait artist, Élisabeth Louise Vigée Le Brun painted a portrait in what was called robe de gaulle. The dress was sheer, loose, and white with a cinched waist. Technically she was wearing undergarments and this caused a scandal so the painting was redone with her in a pale blue dress. I wonder if Queen Eve caused a similar scandal with her clothing. The flamboyant clothing of Queen Eve is a way of showing wealth and status. Peasants prefered simpler, practical designs.
In the bible green means fertility and fruitfulness which is abundant in Firene. Queen Eve's green ribbon symbolises the fertility of her kingdom and her royal status.
The specific shade of blue symbolises the blue angel light. In the bible Michael is the archangel who commands this light. The light represents bravery, safety, immortality and faith that good would triumph over evil. The white in her dress symbolises purity.
The Crown of Firene is inspired by The fleur de lis diamond royal crown tiara created for Charles X, King of France and worn by Marie Antoinette. It is green to represent royalty, nature and fertility and decorated with white flowers. Rococo ladies often wore flowers in their hair. The fleur de lis shade in front is also a symbol of royalty. At the back of the crown is a variant of the Cross of Lorraine, in freemasonry it is a symbol of religion, hope and faith.
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The Sorority Ceremony
Summary: Since the '90s, Sam's fraternity has been working with a sorority in a secret alliance of sexual pleasure.
Each girl who joined the sorority would have to go through an initiation process in a public ceremony with a fraternity brother, where she would be served and made to orgasm once for each letter of her first name.
When a special member joins out of season, Sam is the only man the sorority leader trusts to welcome her in.
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Antoinette (OC)
Warnings: Stanford times. No supernatural AU. Fluff. Teasing. Crack. Praise kink. Degrading kink. Exhibitionism. Vaginal fingering. Clit slapping. Overstimulation. Vaginal fingering. Thigh riding. Daddy kink.
A sneak peek:
"Very, very, pretty girl," Sam caressed her hips, running his finger over her ass. "Nearly naked in front of the whole fraternity, close enough to look but not to touch."
She whined, rubbing her thighs together, and he moved her slowly, pushing one of his thighs between hers, making her sit on it.
"And I can touch all I want," he kissed her neck, pushing a hand to her chest, covering both her tips with his hand before pinching one of her nipples. "My little Antoinette."
He placed a little kiss on the back of her neck.
"A..." he spoke softly and kissed one of her shoulders. "N..." her other shoulder. "T..."
Sam lowered his lips to her back, kissing the top of her spine.
"O..." he kissed lower. "I..."
He pushed his fingers into her hair and pulled her close, enough that he could place a kiss on her jaw.
"N..." he licked her earlobe. "E..."
He pulled her nipple with his fingers, twisting it and smirking when she rubbed her pussy on his thigh.
“T..." he bit her ear. “T..."
Finally, he placed a short teasing kiss on her lips.
"E."
Annie panted, and he could feel her breath against his lips.
"Ten letters," he scratched her scalp gently. "That's how many times you're going to cum, my little Antoinette."
She gasped prettily, and her hips moved again. He wondered it she thought he didn't notice it, how she was clearly trying to get off.
"How are you doing it?" she asked, very softly.
Sam took a hand to her thigh, caressing it.
"How am I not gonna do it?" he teased her.
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… crashed the app the first time I tried to paste the list Oof… this is entirely unhinged so enjoy! (I tried to avoid ones we’ve talked about before but I’m sure some slipped in and also I’m sure that I missed some 😭)
Send me a 🔁 and I’ll list one or more crossovers between our ocs that I’d be interested in talking about
Gillien
Ophelia Wayne
Isolde Kean
Lorena Falcone
Seraphini Zambini
Adhara Black
Ara Black
Carina Goldberg
Venus Malfoy
Violetta Greengrass
Bridget
Augusta Beauchamp
Dorothea Bridgerton
Eliza Huntington
Emmeline Bridgerton
Georgina Pemberton
Harriet Warwick
Faith
Betty Fabray
Christina Hummel
Faye Anderson
Jaci Jones
Kendall Pierce
Lilibeth Anderson
Sadie Berry
Savannah Evans
May Taylor & June Harris
Mona
Betty Fabray
Jaci Jones
Kendall Pierce
Lilibeth Anderson
Savannah Evans
Elliot
Betty Fabray
Dolly Corcoran
Jaci Jones
Johanna Berry
Kendall Pierce
Lilibeth Anderson
Sadie Berry
Savannah Evans
Brax
Betty Fabray
Jaci Jones
Kendall Pierce
Lilibeth Anderson
Sadie Berry
Savannah Evans
Eleanor
Betty Fabray
Charlotte Smythe (… no I don’t know anything about her I just love Hizzie)
Joy Schuester
Kendall Pierce
Marilyn Pillsbury
Sadie Berry
Savannah Evans
Aro
Betty Fabray
Jaci Jones
Kendall Pierce
Lilibeth Anderson
Sadie Berry
Savannah Evans
Andrew
Abbie Hudson
Betty Fabray
Cece & Colton Cartwright
Dolly Corcoran
Joy Schuester
Roxie Flores
May Taylor & June Harris
Cordelia
Blake Castellan ( & Jasper Gabriel )
Cressida Brantley
Crystal Solace
Elaine & Felicity Castellan
Liz Castellan
Melody Weiss
Penelope Grace
Stella Beauregard
Victoria Blofis
Viola Di Angelo
Mercy
Antoinette Kensington
Avery Stiles
Blythe Langford & Charles Gilmore
Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller
Chelsea Geller
Dani Gilmore-Danes
Elle Hearst
Lili Gilmore
Sienna Elliot
Sophie Dugray
Evie
Antoinette Kensington
Avery Stiles
Blythe Langford
Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller
Chelsea Geller
Dani Gilmore-Danes
Sienna Elliot
Daisy
Allie St James
Annabel Gilmore
Antoinette Kensington
Avery Stiles
Blythe Langford & Charles Gilmore
Brady Mariano
Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller
Charlotte Howard-Danes
Dani Gilmore-Danes
Eliya Rygalski
Evan Mariano
Gabi Mariano
Holland Bass
Ilsa Gilmore-Danes
Jane Forester
Jocelyn Gilmore
Lucas Gilmore (ft the Willow Squad)
Lorrie Gilmore-Danes
Marley Tinsdale
Preston Gilmore
Sam Gleason
Imogen
Avery Stiles
Blythe Langford
Brady Mariano
Emmeline Forbes
Jacqueline Grant
Regina
Annabel Gilmore
Antoinette Kensington
Avery Stiles
Blythe Langford
Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller
Dani Gilmore-Danes
Elle Hearst
Jocelyn Gilmore
Lucas Gilmore
Nellie McCrae
Preston Gilmore
Sienna Elliot
Lydia
Lexi Danes
Jocelyn Gilmore
Preston Gilmore
Gwen Merlyn
Annika Webster
Dani Merlyn
Kelsey Doyle
Mia Queen
Richie
Allie St James
Annabel Gilmore
Antoinette Kensington
Avery Stiles
Blythe Langford (& Charles Gilmore & Kaito Lauder but also Blythe x Richie)
Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller
Cosette Gerard
Dani Gilmore Danes
Eleanor Doose
Elle Hearst
Eliya Rygalski
Evan Mariano
Gabi Mariano
Holland Bass
Hyacinth Nelson (???)
Ilsa Gilmore-Danes
Jacqueline Grant
Jane Forester
Jocelyn Gilmore
Lili Gilmore
Lucas Gilmore
Lorrie Gilmore-Danes
Marley Tinsdale
McKenna Hayden
Natalie Lister (ft the whole willow gang)
Nellie McCrae
Paige Huntzberger
Preston Gilmore & Lexi Danes
Sage Hall
Sam Gleason
Sara Topaz (??)
Sienna Elliot
Viviana Lozano
The Band
[ Carlotta Hayden once she’s renamed ]
Grace
Allie St James
Brady Mariano
Eleanor Doose
Evan Mariano
Gabi Mariano
Holland Bass
Ilsa Gilmore Danes
Jacqueline Grant
Jane Forester
Lucas Gilmore & Natalie Lister (ft the entire Willow Squad)
Paige Huntzberger
Sage Hall
Sam Gleason
The Band
Callum
Kirsty & the dance squad
Willow & the squad
Sam Gleason
Holland Bass
Sage Hall
Millie
Avery Stiles
Blythe Langford
Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller & Brooks Livingston
Chelsea Geller
Dani Gilmore-Danes
Nellie McCrae
Paige Huntzberger
Sienna Elliot
Fraya
Annika Webster
Imogen Allen
Kelsey Doyle
Mia Queen
Parker Allen & Noah Altman
Cassandra
Angelina Winters
Dani Merlyn
Diana Queen
Kelsey Doyle
Mercy Bowen
Mia Queen
Lillian & Max
Annika Webster
Dani Merlyn
Imogen Allen
Kelsey Doyle
Mia Queen
Nia West
Parker Allen & Noah Altman
Kendra
Carissa Grace
Cassandra Aelius
Melody Weiss
Penelope Grace
Josie Spencer
Calleigh Sheridan
Odelia Kowroski
Beth
Deborah Winchester
Elle Winchester
Esther Colt
Genesis
Isla George
Jude Winchester
Nevaeh Murphy
Phoebe Winchester
Trix Stilinski
Genesis
Calleigh Sheridan
Odelia Kowroski
Aria
Chiara Potts
Chryseis
Finley Rider
Harmony Of Atlantis
Lani Of Atlantis
Mae
Mia
Blossom
Finley Rider
Isadora Darling
Nerissa
Violet Kingsleigh
Winnie Pan
Ariana Pendragon
Elsine Pendragon
Allyria Pendragon
Lynette Starfall
Princess Aelia
Clara Gale
Andrea Hagreeves
Andromeda Hargreeves
Audrey Hargreeves
Cleo Sullivan
Dahlia Mort
Gemma Hargreeves
Helena Hargreeves
June McLaughlin
Lorelai Hargreeves
Max Carmichael
Sierra Nearing
Sunny Talbot
Tiffany Katz
Tori Hargreeves
Virginia West
Wilhelmina Hargreeves
Fortune
Beatrice
Finley Rider
Harley Hook
Princess Isabelle
Rosabelle Legume
Castor
Ara Black
Adhara Black
Carina Goldberg
Danica Lestrange
Lyarra Vance
Venus Malfoy
Violetta Greengrass
The Healer
Abbey Baker
Carys Harkness-Jones
Cassiopeia Harkness
Celeste Nichols
Ceridwen Lewis
Estella Tyler
Mina Ambrosia / The Scribe
Rose Harkness
Rusalia / The Oracle
Theia Wolfe
Matilda Fairbanks
Abbey Baker
Carys Harkness-Jones
Cassiopeia Harkness
Celeste Nichols
Ceridwen Lewis
Estella Tyler
Mina Ambrosia / The Scribe
Rose Harkness
Rusalia / The Oracle
Theia Wolfe
Beatrix Shellstrop
Bridget Atkins
Tatum Shellstrop
Amber Cain
#this took a freaking hour to format#should’ve waited til I could use my computer smh#ask#answered#the witching ash#crossover ask
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Anti-Christs Agenda Through Today's Music Video
My perspective in today's music videos.
Music has been with us since hundreds of years and not only that, even the heavens loves music. There are many types and genres of music such as pop, rock, R&B, hip hop, blues, metal, etc. And in the 21st century music pre-dominantly by pop, rock, and hip hop are on top of the charts in influencing music in this era especially hip hop. Hip hop music or hip-hop music, also known as rap music and formerly known as disco rap. It consists of stylized rhythmic music that commonly accompanies rapping, a rhythmic and rhyming speech that is chanted. Hip-hop is a genre of music most often characterized by a strong, rhythmic beat and a rapping vocal track. The genre originated in New York City in the 1970s as a cultural
exchange among Black, Latino, and Caribbean youth and has grown into one of the most consumed genres of music in the United States.
However, music nowadays has more influence more than we could imagine in the world. More or less it's because music artists nowadays had their own music videos for their own songs and it can alter your thoughts through imagination. Even sometimes the music video can be somewhat disturbing. For example, in Montero (Call Me By Your Name) and Industry Baby by Lil Nas X music videos. In the Montero music video, Lil Nas takes place in the garden of Eden plays either Adam, Eve or some combination of the two. His character is tempted into sin by a snake, who also has Lil Nas’ face. After Lil Nas' Adam/Eve character gives into the
snake's advances, the camera pans toward the tree of knowledge, which is inscribed with a Greek phrase that translates to: “After the division the two parts of man, each desiring his other half.” The phrase is taken from Plato’s ground breaking philosophical text Symposium.
When I watch the first verse part of the music video I thought to myself, "What kind of message that he would like to share through this music video?" And then it goes better. I tried to figure out the hidden message and it turns out the message is the origin story of mankind playwright by Aristophanes, in which humans were originally two bodies stuck together—some man and man, some woman and woman, and some man and woman. When the bodies were separated by angry Zeus, each one longed for their
other half—which explains why we feel love and desire for different types of bodies. I think it's somewhat a justification to many community and all religious views who against or oppose same sex marriage or gay marriage even the LGBTQ+ community. It’s an early example of homosexuality and bisexuality represented as being familiar or acceptable in ways they are not always in our society today.
In the second verse of the music video, Lil Nas emerges shackled in a Marie Antoinette-like wig. Roland Betancourt, a professor at University of California, says the scene casts Lil Nas as a Christian martyr in the tradition of Roman Catholics getting murdered for their faith. Then, Lil Nas starts to ascend to heaven, greeted by a male angel resembling Ganymede, a Greek mythological figure. Ganymede,
according to lore, was a boy whose beauty was so intense that Zeus turned into an Eagle and carried him to Olympus; he has long been a symbol of homosexuality. It didn't take long after Lil Nas ascends to heaven, before even he can reach Ganymede, a pole emerges from below and Lil Nas grab the pole femininely as he pole dances to hell below. At the bottom, he lands in a hell like landscape and Lil Nas walks to the devil on his throne—which I think it was Lucifer himself—he passes a phrase in Latin that states, "They condemn what they don't understand." Even more disturbing, when he reached the devil on his throne, then he starts to giving him a lap dance, seduce him, murder him , and steal the throne of hell for himself.
In my opinion, this kind of "music video" is not just an ordinary music video. It can
alter your minds and perception. The impacts given are youth generation, such as kids and teenagers minds can be altered and cannot be controlled because they are their own individuals with their own way of thinking. Such phenomenon will be destructive for the youth and the coming generations to come.
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23:55 ANDREY CHMUT - Don't Loose The Faith
23:51 2UNES - Find Your Way
23:47 CHRIS 'BIG DOG' DAVIS - Blue Light Special
23:43 SLIM MAN - Jingle Bells
23:38 DERRICK HARVIN - New Found Love
23:34 KOOL&KLEAN - Feel Again
23:29 MEZZOFORTE - Sizzle
23:25 CHILLAXONIC - Mellifluous
23:21 JASON PETERSON DELAIRE - Check Please (feat. Chris Camozzi)
23:17 PROFESSOR RJ ROSS - On This Silent Night
23:13 KEITH SLATTERY - Round and Round
23:09 MICHAEL MANSON - You Go to My Head
23:04 AMANDUS - Groove Infection (feat. Uli Brodersen)
23:00 VASSAL BENFORD - Melody Man
22:56 DARRIUS JAMAR - Missing You
22:52 INCOGNITO - Racing Through the Bends
22:48 MIKE MACARTHUR - This Christmas
22:45 SHAUN LABELLE - Drive Time
22:42 MARIEA ANTOINETTE - So Amazing
22:38 MIKAEL - Trippin Over You
22:32 CHIELI MUNICCI - Kickin' It Hard
22:27 WARREN HILL - Under the Covers
22:23 BERNIE MARTINI - Falling for You Like Snow
22:19 HERB PARTLOW - Another Interlude
22:16 TONY LINDSAY - Maybe Someday
22:10 ROBERT CHRISTA - Rise & Shine
22:04 STIX BONES - L.O.V.E.
22:00 DOCTOR X - Magneto
21:56 BOBBY LYLE - Tommy's Song
21:51 JAEE LOGAN - You Can't Love Her
21:48 TON SMITH - God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen (feat. Preston Smith and Oliver Scott)
21:43 SONNY EMORY - Latina
21:40 DONN BYNUM - Mercy Mercy Me (feat. Lew Laing Jr.)
21:36 STEVE WATSON - Stones Throw
21:32 EARNEST WALKER JR - Palm Avenue
21:27 GREG MANNING - I Can't Make You Love Me
21:23 ANTOINE KNIGHT - Christmas in Maputo
21:19 JAMES LLOYD - Moving Right Along
21:14 AVENUE BLUE - Atlanta Nights (feat. Jeff Golub)
21:10 CHRISTOPHE GOZE - Lazy Sunday
21:05 LAWSON ROLLINS - Quest
21:01 EJAZZ ARTISTRY - We Belong Together
20:56 HIROSHIMA - Brighter Days
20:52 ROB MALETICK - Shape Of My Heart
20:47 SONNY FAIRLEY - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
20:43 ALEX FALDIN - Comfortline
20:38 ROD TATE - I Got U
20:34 JAZZ HOLDOUTS - Morning Breeze
20:30 MARCOS ARIEL - Second Chance (feat. Lulu Joppert)
20:24 KIRK FISCHER - Reach into Your Heart
20:21 JAY PATTEN - Special Kind of Christmas (w. Crystal, Gayle)
20:17 NELSON GARCIA - East Coast Drive
20:14 RANDY MULLER BOOM CHANG BANG - Sunnyside Up
20:10 LASHAWN D. GARY - Transitions
20:06 MICHAEL BROENING - Summer In Blue
20:02 A RAY FULLER - A Coastal Breeze
19:58 WALTER DUDA - Invisible
19:54 BACH & A. KILLIAN - No Next Time
19:50 GEORGE HOWARD - The First Noel
19:45 BLUE SIX - Aquarian Angel
19:37 MARSHALL CHARLOFF - HipNautic
19:34 J3 - Hela
19:29 KHARI, CABRAL, JIVA - Show Me The Way
19:27 GILBERTO GIACONI - Jingle Bell Rock
19:21 GEORGE BENSON - Breezin'
19:18 JIM PETERIK - JIM PETERIK - Mission Possible
19:14 BILLY EVANS - Let's Save the World
19:09 RICHARD ELIOT - Chill Factor
19:03 AXIOM - Magunda
18:59 CHRIS BIG DOG DAVIS - It's All Love
18:56 DOUG CAMERON - Feliz Navidad
18:53 ELENA IOUROVA - Autumn Leaf Fall Again
18:49 RICHARD SMITH - First Kiss
18:44 ANDREW NICHOLS - I Love the Way You Love Me
18:39 KAREN DEVROOP - Sunset in Koh Samui
18:35 MISZ - Our Place
18:32 DEAN GRECH - What Do You Want This Year For Christmas
18:28 MARIUS BILLGOBENSON - Joy
18:24 K'JON - Live, Love & Laughter
18:20 CAL HARRIS JR., TED BELLEDIN - Bella Nova
18:15 TERRENCE RICHBURG - Treasures
18:11 RON KING - Cascade
18:07 XAVIER GORDON - Christmas Without You
18:02 THE BRAXTON BROTHERS - Sunset Bay
17:58 MOTOWN MOE - Shades of Funk (feat. Chris Campbell)
17:54 HAVILLA KING - Morning Soul
17:49 WOLFGANG HAFFNER - Warm Breeze
17:45 REBECCA ANGEL - Just the Two of Us
17:40 RICHARD BROWN - Stars In My Eyes
17:38 MICHAEL BUBLE - All I Want For Christmas Is You
17:34 SHARON RAE NORTH - Heart of Mine
17:29 ER - Mr Kool (feat. John Rathbone, Jack Jones, Chris Otts & Michael Cornett)
17:26 JOHNNY JAMES DR. J - Foolish Heart
17:21 JACKIE'S NEW CAR - Jackie's New Car
17:17 MARCO ALBANI - Freedom (feat. Martino Onorato, Umberto Vitiello)
17:13 CARL ANDERSON - O, Holy Night
17:08 THE V.I.P CLUB - Night Move
17:04 KONSTANTIN KLASHTORNI - Let's Fall In Love
17:00 CAL HARRIS JR., JEFF LORBER - The Neighborhood
16:56 TOM BRAXTON - Lookin' Up
16:52 GREGG KARUKAS - Green Hills
16:47 NICHOLAS COLE - Beyond the Stars (feat. Lynne Fiddmont)
16:44 MICHAEL LINGTON - A Child is Born in Bethlehem
16:39 KEN NAVARRO - Island Life
16:34 TIM BOWMAN - Light of Love
16:29 BRIAN CULBERTSON - All Through The Christmas Night
16:25 ELAN TROTMAN - Lay Back and Ride (feat. Nephrok! & Tyrone Chase Jr.)
16:21 JACOB WEBB - Another Day
16:17 DWIGHT SIRLS - The Pawn
16:13 YOLANDA RABUN - Wishing You a Very Merry Christmas
16:08 JOHN E. LAWRENCE - Step into the Night
16:04 PAUL DOZIER - Dancing by the Sea
16:00 DARREN RAHN - Our Love
15:57 BENNETT B - Groove Time
15:53 RICK BRAUN - The Color of Love
15:50 JS FLOYD - Kukumo
15:46 PEET PROJECT - Veggie Love
15:40 BRIAN LENAIR - This Christmas
15:35 THE SMOOTH JAZZ ALLEY - Midnight Groove
15:31 JULIAN VAUGHN - Initiate
15:26 GERALD ALBRIGHT - Silent Night
15:22 MARCIN NOWAKOWSKI - After Hours
15:19 ERIC DARIUS - Retro Forward
15:15 DEAN JAMES - To Hold You Again
15:12 CHRISTMAS CAROLS - Stille Nacht
15:08 DONALD HAYES - Anytime Anyplace
15:04 PAUL BROWN - Makes Me Feel So Good
15:00 WILL SUMNER - A Last Dance
14:57 DIDIER LABOSSIERE - Back to the Beginning
14:52 RHYTHM LOGIC - You Know I Will
14:47 DARREN RAHN - Give 'n' Take
14:43 KIMBERLY BREWER - Everyday Feels Like Christmas
14:38 NILS - Pacific Coast Highway
14:35 SOLEX - Flying High (feat. Jonathan Dubose, Jr.)
14:31 LEE RITENOUR - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas
14:27 ERIC DARIUS, NORMAN BROWN - Just For The Moment
14:23 DAVE KOZ - Honey-Dipped
14:18 WAYMAN TISDALE - Shape of Your Heart (feat. Jeff Lorber)
14:14 MARCUS ANDERSON - What Child Is This
14:09 DREAMING IN COLOUR - The Dream Merchant
14:05 LOWELL HOPPER - Affection
14:00 CANDY DULFER - For the Love of You
13:54 KEITH MASON - Arisen
13:49 GARY METZ - Dreamer
13:46 SMOOTH SOUL HOLIDAY - Carol of the Bells
13:42 WALTER BEASLEY - Come On Over
13:37 CHRIS STANDRING - Mumbo Jumbo
13:34 NATE WHITE - Migration
13:30 RONNY SMITH - The Holidays Are Here
13:25 RANDY SCOTT - Serenity
13:21 VINCENT INGALA - Read Between The Lines
13:16 R.L. WALKER - Memories Kept
13:13 CAROL NETHEN - Peace
13:08 ACOUSTIC ALCHEMY - She Speaks American English
13:04 PAUL TAYLOR - Goodnight
13:00 OLI SILK - In the Thick of It (feat. Elan Trotman)
12:56 JULIAN VAUGHN - Ride Along
12:52 DARREN RAHN - What Cha' Gonna Do For Me
12:48 PHIL DENNY - Stand Together
12:43 STEVE OLIVER - Silent Night
12:39 EUGE GROOVE - Religify
12:34 GABRIEL MARK HASSELBACH - Chill@Will (Raincoast Mix)
12:31 MARION MEADOWS - A Winter Lullaby
12:25 BLAIR BRYANT - Caramel Dream
12:21 DANNY LERMAN - Summer in a Hummer
12:17 YULARA - Flyin' High
12:12 SHAKATAK - Auld Lang Syne
12:09 NORMAN BROWN - Easy Livin'
12:05 PETER WHITE - Coast Road Drive
12:00 NILS - A Walk in the Park
11:56 TIM BOWMAN - Boss
11:52 JAZMIN GHENT - Kickin It Up
11:49 JOYCE COOLING - Toast & Jam
11:45 RONNY SMITH - Chillin After Eight
11:41 SHIN GIWON CHRISTMAS CAROL COLLECTION - I'll Be Home For Christmas
11:37 THREESTYLE - Smoothies (feat. Magdalena Chovancova & Robert Fertl)
11:33 DEE LUCAS - All In (feat. George Freeman)
11:29 TONY CRADDOCK JR. - O Come All Ye Faithful
11:25 MARCUS ANDERSON - Just Like Me
11:21 NICK COLIONNE - Let's Get Serious
11:17 GARY PALMER - Lisa
11:13 DAVE KOZ - Do You Hear What I Hear (feat. Gloria Estefan)
11:09 RICHARD ELLIOT - Deep Touch
11:05 J. WHITE - Valley of the Sun
11:00 CAROL ALBERT - Magic Mirror
10:56 JAY KING - My Song
10:52 BK JACKSON - Yeh Yeah
10:48 RK R. HARRIS - Olde Skool (feat. Greg Minnick, Ignacio Nunez & Dean Rickard)
10:45 BRIAN SIMPSON - Morning Samba
10:41 NICHOLAS COLE - Let It Snow
10:38 ED CALLE - Desert Rose
10:34 PAUL TUVMAN - While My Guitar Gently Weeps
10:30 HARPER, GUS AND GOMEZ - Christmas Dream
10:26 MARCIN NOWAKOWSKI - Let's Do It
10:22 QUINTIN GERARD W. - Have a Safe Flight Home
10:18 JULIAN VAUGHN - Sway
10:13 CAROL NETHEN - O Holy Night
10:08 CHRIS STANDRING - Shadow Dance
10:04 VANN BURCHFIELD - Keep Pressing On
10:00 THE SMOOTH JAZZ ALLEY - Eternal
09:56 RYAN LA VALETTE - Room For 2
09:52 MARQUEAL JORDAN - Behave to Love
09:49 PAUL HARDCASTLE - Rythmn Of Life - Chill Reprise
09:45 JACOB WEBB - Dancing for You
09:41 HERB ALPERT - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas
09:35 GREGG KARUKAS - Last Train
09:31 NORMAN BROWN - Ocean Breeze
09:27 PETER WHITE - The Best Part Of Christmas
09:23 SEAN U - Sunburst
09:19 KIM WATERS - Love's Melody
09:15 BRYAN LUBECK - Smoocha
09:12 LELIO LUTTAZZI - White Christmas
09:08 PEET PROJECT - Lightyears
09:05 JAZMIN GHENT - Self Love
09:00 ILYA SEROV - Ironic
08:55 DEE LUCAS - Love Saw It
08:51 MARCUS ANDERSON - Pure Love
08:46 JAZZ FUNK SOUL - Sunset Rock
08:43 RAGAN WHITESIDE - This Christmas
08:38 GARY MEEK - For a Long Time
08:34 RICHARD ELLIOT - Mango Tango
08:29 DAVID GARFIELD - O, Holy Night
08:25 CAROL ALBERT - Crashing
08:21 DAVE KOZ - Don't Give Up (feat. Burt Bacharach)
08:16 NAJEE - Isla Hermosa
08:13 DANA FIELDS - Feels Like Christmas
08:09 DAVID BENOIT - The Bones
08:05 THREESTYLE - Ready to Go
08:00 DOMINIC CAMARDELLA - Headwinds
07:56 3RD FORCE - We Should Be Together
07:51 BRIAN SIMPSON, STEVE OLIVER - The Road Never Ends
07:46 AVERY SUNSHINE - Sunshine for Christmas
07:41 TIM BOWMAN - Flyin Away
07:37 ROBERTO VAZQUEZ - Going West
07:33 STEVE OLIVER - Desert Traveler
07:28 YOLANDA RABUN - O Holy Night
07:24 GERALD ALBRIGHT - The Gospel
07:20 DARREN RAHN - Wave of the Future
07:16 DAVID PETROSYAN - Dancing with My Soul
07:12 LYNNE FIDDMONT - Spirit of Christmas
07:07 KIM SCOTT - Sizzle
07:04 BK JACKSON - Silver Lining
07:00 JOE MCBRIDE, THE TEXAS RHYTHM CLUB - Kickin' It
06:55 PETER WHITE - Wake Up Everybody
06:50 JESSY J - Manhattan (feat. Gregg Karukas)
06:46 EUGE GROOVE - Forever And A Day
06:41 DR. SAXLOVE - It Came Upon A Midnight Clear
06:37 D.A. SCOTT - We as One
06:32 JEREMY HECTOR - St Paul's
06:29 RONNY SMITH - Deck the Halls
06:24 ANDRE DELANO - Face Off
06:21 ERIC DARIUS - Back To You
06:15 MARCUS ANDERSON - Your Will
06:13 NICK DUKAS - Jingle Bell Rock
06:09 ACOUSTIC ALCHEMY - Get Up (Levantar y Bailar)
06:05 ROB TARDIK - The Right Time
06:00 EDGARDO CINTRON - Just A Little Taste of Your Love
05:56 RICHARD ELLIOT - People Make The World Go Round
05:51 MARC ANTOINE - Silk And Steel
05:47 DAVE KOZ - The Closer We Get
05:43 LISA MCCLOWRY - It Wouldn't Feel Like Christmas
05:39 TERENCE YOUNG - Without You
05:34 OLI SILK - Pen to Paper
05:31 SHAWN RAIFORD - Santa Baby
05:26 PATRICK YANDALL - Try the Blue One
05:23 TIM BOWMAN - Watchout
05:18 NAJEE - Song For The Ladies
05:14 CAROL NETHEN - What Child Is This
05:09 BLACK GOLD MASSIVE - Let It Flow (Sausalito Calling)
05:04 VINCENT INGALA - K-Jee
05:00 VANN BURCHFIELD - Friends
04:56 PAUL HARDCASTLE - Angelic Chimes Radio version
04:52 JACOB WEBB - Groovin' J
04:48 PAUL JACKSON JR. - Walkin'
04:43 CHIELI MINUCCI - Little Drummer Boy's Dream
04:39 DANNY LERMAN - South Beach Serenata
04:35 SEAN U - Magic Hour (feat. Blake Aaron)
04:30 STEVE OLIVER - White Christmas
04:26 TOM BRAXTON - What A Friend
04:21 WAKANA - SilK
04:16 AL DEGREGORIS - Times and Travels
04:11 PETER WHITE - Silent Night
04:07 GARY PALMER - Windsurfer
04:03 NILS - Malibu
04:00 MARK HARRIS II - Pocket Change (feat. Bernard Harris)
04:00 RHODA GRAHAM - Finally
03:56 SPECIAL EFX - Lavish
03:50 JAZZ FUNK SOUL - When The Time Comes
03:46 HANK BILAL - Sunny Days
03:41 ERIC DARIUS - All I Want For Christmas Is You
03:37 WALTER BEASLEY - Just Hold Me
03:34 MARCUS ANDERSON - Espresso Shot
03:30 SHARMOND SMITH - Hark The Herald Angels Sing
03:26 DEMETRIUS NABORS - Sugar Love
03:22 JIM ADKINS - Turning Point
03:18 RICHARD ELLIOT - Inside Out
03:14 GERALD ALBRIGHT - This Christmas
03:10 ROBERT HARRIS - Your Memory Lives in Me
03:05 DAVE KOZ - Only Tomorrow Knows
03:00 DANCING FANTASY - Take Five
02:56 JOEL DEL ROSARIO - Delicious Vinyl
02:53 TAKE B - Flame
02:49 SAM BASSMAN JENKINS - It Makes Me Want You
02:45 PATRICK YANDALL - Just My Luck
02:41 TIM BOWMAN - Travelin' Road
02:37 SHIN GIWON CHRISTMAS CAROL COLLECTION - Feliz Navidad
02:33 CAROL ALBERT - Sol Ipanema
02:28 KEN NAVARRO - In My Wildest Dreams
02:24 TONY CRADDOCK JR. - God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
02:21 VANN BURCHFIELD - Change Is A Comin'
02:17 OLI SILK - All We Need
02:14 VINCENT INGALA - T.L.C. (Tender Lovin' Care)
02:11 SYLVIA BENNETT - The Christmas Song
02:06 SLIM GAMBILL - Up (feat. Charlton Singleton)
02:03 DAMIEN ESCOBAR - Phoenix
01:57 NICHOLAS COLE - 5th Avenue
01:53 GINO ROSARIA - Ride Along
01:48 DWIGHT SIRLS - Dimensions
01:44 DAVID GARFIELD - White Christmas
01:40 JACOB WEBB - Brazilian Moments
01:35 PETER WHITE - Autumn Day
01:32 JEFF LORBER FUSION - Back Room
01:30 NICK DUKAS - Rockin Around the Christmas Tree
01:26 NILS - Windsurfer
01:21 NORMAN BROWN - Not Like You Do
01:17 DARRON COOKIE - Calling on You
01:12 MICHAEL LINGTON - Winter Wonderland, Let It Snow
01:08 RAGAN WHITESIDE - Funktuation
01:04 BRIAN SIMPSON - Sky Watcher
01:00 MARCUS ANDERSON - Passion Blend
00:56 QUINTIN GERARD W. - Times Like These
00:52 JEANETTE HARRIS - The Ride (feat. Darrell Crooks)
00:47 DR. SAXLOVE - O Little Town Of Bethlehem
00:43 FOURPLAY - Love TKO (feat. Ruben Studdard)
00:39 RICHARD ELLIOT - Boom Town
00:35 RANDY SCOTT - T.G.I.F.
00:32 DAVE KOZ - Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! (feat. Kenny G)
00:27 JONATHAN FRITZEN - Hammers of Love
00:23 MARCIN NOWAKOWSKI - Tonight Is the Night
00:19 BRAD ALEXANDER - Straight Up (feat. Donald Hayes)
00:15 U-NAM - This Christmas
00:10 TIM BOWMAN - Columbus,Ga
00:04 BRYAN LUBECK - Nothing Can Come Between Us
00:00 H ALLAN - Rise
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a kind stranger | one
{josh kiszka x fem!reader}
fake it til you make it collection: phase one!
summary: a stranger in a bar comes to your rescue by pretending to be your boyfriend, but the ruse quickly takes on a life of its own.
word count: 2.8k
warnings: language, creepy men/exes, alcohol, brief descriptions of alcoholism/violence, one mention of blood/assault
You really should have known better than to go to the bar you used to frequent with your ex, Joseph, by yourself.
For years The Styx had been your stomping grounds. All through college and up until the end of your relationship with the man who'd single-handedly destroyed your faith in the male species, you'd frequented the little hole-in-the-wall establishment. In fact, you'd become such a regular, the owners knew you purely by the scent of your perfume alone--Antoinette didn't even have to turn around and see you to know you'd arrived.
Every weekend, every hard day, every night for celebration... they were all spent at The Styx, and damn it all if you were going to let Joseph ruin one more thing for you. He'd already ruined cheesecake, and Christmas music, and road trips. The Styx was your thing, and you refused to let him take that away from you.
You should have known he would feel the same.
Two years prior, the two of you had met in that very bar. He'd been different then; a polished, clean-cut man with a killer smile that easily charmed you. He was older, with an already established life and career, and something about him had drawn you in like a moth to a flame. For a while, you'd thought it was the sense of stability and security he offered, but oh, how things changed.
Somewhere around the one-year mark, Joseph had lost his job, and things went on a steady decline from that point forward. It started with a reasonable desire to take his time in finding a job, and by the end of it all, he'd only managed to find a beer-gut and a DUI. You called it quits the moment he punched a hole in your drywall, and you hadn't looked back since.
A few months had gone by since he'd finally moved the last of his things out of your apartment, and things were looking up. Except, you'd had quite possibly the worst day of your life, and it only seemed to get worse with every passing moment. They say drinking to solve your problems is a bad idea, and you were definitely wishing you'd have listened.
It all had started early in the morning. You'd woken up to find the picture you'd hung to hide the fist-sized hole in your wall had fallen, courtesy of the drywall cracking and crumbling into an even bigger hole. Then, you'd discovered you were out of coffee on the one morning you'd managed to oversleep following a late-night tossing and turning for a reason you still couldn't pinpoint.
The saga continued with your favorite work pants tearing. And then, the cherry on top of the shit cake that was your day, your car broke down on the side of the road. So, now you were sitting on an egregious bill from Triple-A along with an even heftier repair bill that was sure to follow, a written reprimand for being late to work twice in one month, and somehow amidst the mess you'd dealt with you'd managed to lose your ID.
Sue me for needing a fucking drink on a Thursday evening, you'd thought to yourself, and that's how you ended up at The Styx. It was the one bar you knew, for certain, you wouldn't get carded. Antoinette's enthusiastic greeting had almost been enough to make your whole day better, and the free gin and tonic she slid down the bar into your hands certainly helped.
You saw a few familiar faces milling about, but none of them were more than passing acquaintances. None of your friends were out that evening, which wasn't a surprise considering they all (and you as well) were expected to work in the morning. The crowd was mostly college kids, courtesy of the college-town tradition of Thirsty Thursday, and you were happy to sink into the anonymity that came with being alone in a bar.
But, then you saw him.
Joseph stood next to the pool table at the far end of the room, and your heart nearly fell out of your pants. He was with a group of equally as greasy men, and if you hadn't seen what he'd turned into at the end of your relationship you'd never have believed it was him. Gone were the slacks and dress shirts, and he stood before you in a stained t-shirt and threadbare jeans that were equally as dirty.
As if he could sense your presence, he turned suddenly. Despite your haste to turn away and hide your face, you were caught--you could smell him before you could see him. He reeked of booze and sweat, and from the bloodshot in his eyes, you determined he was either stoned out of his mind or running on little to no sleep. The stench told you it was the latter, but you couldn't be certain with the lethargic pace of his movements.
"Well, well, well," he gruffed, "look what the cat dragged in!"
He stood far too close for comfort, although if you were honest, you wouldn't have been comfortable until you were certain he was gone. "Joseph." you greeted plainly, nursing your drink in an attempt to convey your distaste with his presence.
Like always, though, subtlety was not his strong suit. Joseph pressed further inward, wedging himself between yourself and the older man who'd slipped onto the stool beside you, and a chill ran down your spine as you could feel his breath on your face. He leaned against the bar, angling himself to block your view of Antoinette, and his opposite hand came down onto the back of your stool.
You were trapped, essentially, and the thought of it momentarily caused you to panic. "I haven't seen you around here in a long time, baby. Where've you been?" he crooned, and your eyes widened as he leaned in even closer. "Been hopin' we could catch up, sweetheart."
"I've been... around." you lamely answered, doing your best to avoid giving him any details of your day-to-day life, "Listen, Joseph--"
Your attempts to ward him off were thwarted as he spoke over you, the hand on the back of your stool drifting away from the cracked leather to brush over your bare arm, "You look tense, baby. Want me to buy you a drink like old times? I bet I could make you feel better, I always could."
His hand swept up into your hair, twisting a strand around his finger, and your breath caught. As his face dipped closer to your own, your entire body stiffened and your fight-or-flight response ramped up. "Don't touch me!" you snapped, slapping his hand away.
You winced as your hair caught on his fingernail, a few strands tearing away from your scalp, and he held his hands up in defense with a taunting laugh. "Come on now, sweetheart, don't be like that!" he cooed, "It's just me. No need to get all feisty."
He tried again to touch you, the same hand that had just ripped out your hair coming down onto your thigh far too high up to be considered publicly decent. You clawed at his hand, but his grip tightened to the point of pain, and you gasped, "Let go of me!"
Your nails cut into the skin on his hand, red welts instantly weeping a few drops of blood. Normally, you'd have been horrified--but you felt relief as he hissed and snatched his hand away in pain. It was short-lived. His eyes narrowed, and he growled, "You always were a fucking bitch."
The noise in the bar seemed to dial up to eleven, the overwhelming surge in volume coming in time with the rapid uptick in your heart rate. Your eyes were scanning your surroundings frantically, every muscle in your body geared up to make a break for it, when suddenly Joseph squared his shoulders and scowled over your shoulder instead of at you.
A warm hand slid along the back of your shoulders, and an arm wrapped around you and gently tucked you into a solid body. Soft lips pressed to your temple, and the smokey voice that followed greeted you sweetly, "There you are, mama, I've been looking everywhere for you!"
People always say that the eyes are the window to the soul. If you want to know someone's intentions, their spirit, their essence--it's all in the eyes. You'd never really believed the cryptic tale until you looked into those brown eyes.
Those brown eyes were like a life preserver in the middle of a stormy sea. Never before had you seen that man, not once in your life, and yet as you looked into his eyes you felt as if you'd known him for a million lifetimes. An old friend, a comforting face in a sea of strangers--you didn't know him, but at that moment, you knew him.
"Hey, honey!" you put on the performance of your life, wrapping your own arm around his back and gripping his white shirt like your life depended on it. If it hurt when your nails scraped his back, he didn't show it. His lips spread into a blissful smile that revealed startlingly white, perfect teeth, and you almost lost your train of thought simply from admiring his beauty. "I was just about to call you."
The kind stranger tucked you tighter into his side, and his free hand swept your hair behind your ear softly. "I hope you weren't waiting too long," he continued the charade, and his voice was so sweet and silky it nearly melted you into a puddle, "who's this?"
For a moment, you'd almost forgotten all about Joseph. The brown-eyed man with the chocolate curls who'd suddenly gathered all your attention had very nearly fooled you into thinking this was real. Your eyes flickered to your ex dismissively, and you were disappointed to find he remained wedged between your stool and the next.
It did please you, if only slightly, to see the frustrated pinch of Joseph's face. His cheeks were reddened from irritation at being ignored and rejected, and you did your best to seem un-bothered as you plainly introduced, "Oh, this is Joseph."
"Joseph!" the stranger repeated, loudly and with such a genuine tone of recognition you yet again found yourself believing the lie, "Right, you're the one she warned me about!"
Joseph was too drunk, or too angry, to pick up on the subtle insult of the stranger's remark. He did, however, seem to perk up at being acknowledged. His shoulders rolled back in an attempt to seem bigger, though you weren't entirely sure why.
The stranger who'd come to your rescue was short. His head matched the height of your own from where you sat in the high stool, and Joseph easily towered over both of you. The slight sway to his body, though, from his obvious intoxication did not aid in his ploy to appear threatening.
Before Joseph could think up something to say, most likely inflammatory in some sense or another, your savior was easing you off of the stool and further away from your ex. "Well, Joseph, I hope you have a good night, man!" he stated, "My girlfriend and I are gonna head out, though."
He didn't give the fuming man a chance to protest. The moment your feet hit the ground, he was leading you further into the bar and toward the rear exit with his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders to keep you from getting lost in the small crowd of people. You didn't turn back to see if he followed, despite the nagging fear of the possibility.
Your rescuer didn't let go of you until the heavy, exterior door to the bar closed behind you. Even then, he merely released his hold and slipped his hand down your arm in a comforting embrace as the adrenaline of your near miss caught up with you. All at once, the stress of what could have been washed over you, and your breathing became ragged.
Brown-eyes threaded his fingers between your own, and squeezed your hand gently as he let you take a moment to collect your feelings. He didn't say a word as you clutched his hand desperately, your other hand wiping under your eyes to catch the tears that burned at them. It wasn't until you sniffled and a quiet squeak, a broken sort of sound that only births from sheer terror, that he pulled you back into him.
His hug was tender, and despite not even knowing his name, you'd never felt so loved and protected. "I'm sorry--" you choked out, fully crying as your nose buried into the soft cotton of his crewneck, "you probably have better things to be doing, I don't even know why I'm crying."
"Hey, none of that," he soothed, "it's okay to cry."
For a few minutes, you stood in silence as you worked to calm yourself down. His hand rubbed slow, broad circles over your back and he swayed you back and forth, and his scent was above all incredibly comforting. He smelled like incense, and an earthy cologne with just the faintest spice that made you feel warm. Beneath it all was a trace of smoke, like cigarettes and something else, and god, what you would have given for a cigarette.
Eventually you did stop crying, but he didn't let you go until you peeled yourself off of him first. You wiped your face jerkily, scrubbing under your eyes and around your nose to dry the remnants of your breakdown, and you were relieved that you'd never had a chance to put on makeup that day. If you had, his shirt surely would have been ruined.
You cleared your throat and scuffed the toe of your shoe over the ground, the anxiety and stress fading away slowly to an overwhelming sense of embarrassment. This gorgeous man had had to rescue you, like some damsel in distress, and now he stood before you with a wet patch on his chest of your tears and snot.
"I'm sorry about your shirt." you mumbled shyly, and for the first time you heard his laugh. It was loud, piercing the quiet of the night, and just boisterous enough to make you startle. You liked it, though, and a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you watched his head fall back with the force of it.
"It'll dry," he waved his hand as if to brush the thought away, "if anything, I should be apologizing. I just kinda swooped in with no context, but--well, it just looked like you needed help, and that guy looked like a real asshole. I'm sorry if I overstepped--"
"No!" you spoke, surprising even yourself with how loud your denial was, "No, not at all. Thank you, you really saved me back there. I just froze like an idiot, and--"
The stranger really did not like you speaking badly about yourself, you realized as he interrupted again, "It's a natural reaction, don't beat yourself up. It's called fight or flight, but really it's fight, flight, freeze, or fawn. You're not an idiot for having a totally natural response."
You smiled, and he smiled back, and the silence that settled over the two of you was comfortable if only for a moment. Despite the events that had led the two of you to cross paths, you were a bit desperate to keep the kind stranger around, and only then did you realize, "Hey, what's your name?"
He laughed again, curls bouncing as he threw his head back once more, and he dragged a hand over his face bashfully as he realized you'd never introduced yourselves, too. "Josh, and might I learn my lovely girlfriend's name?" he teased, and you smiled probably a little too much at the faux title.
"(Y/N)." you introduced, and the handshake that followed was dramatic. Josh swung your arm up and down just hard enough to cause you to stumble, and you laughed as he rushed to stabilize you with a few muttered apologies.
This time, Josh didn't let the conversation settle into silence. He dragged his fingers through the small patch of hair at the base of his chin, and he seemed almost shy as he asked, "Well, (Y/N), should I walk you to your car, or can I buy you a drink?"
Pretending to think about it for a few moments, you felt giddy as his lips turned down in a subtle frown at the thought of you parting ways so soon. "I think I should be the one buying you a drink," you relented, grinning at the sight of the beaming smile that split his cheeks, "I have to repay you for being such a good boyfriend."
"How about we buy each other a drink?" he proposed, and you scoffed a laugh.
"Josh, that doesn't make any sense--"
"It does if you don't think about it!"
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Self Indulgent prompts, huh? I love anything with artist Rose so something with that theme. I'm not picky about the Doctor- like my current obsession is Eight/Rose, but I'm perpetually in love with Nine/Rose and Ten/Rose too so whichever Doctor you're most comfortable with.
The Museum of Serendipity
Doctor x Rose, Wilf, male OC (Original Cat)
Rated E | 2300 words
Sorry this took longer than anticipated, I got sidetracked by research and 8th Doctor audio adventures ;)
I’m fulfilling your self-indulgent prompts
Of all the wonderful, celebrated museums in London, Rose’s favourite was an anarchic collection housed in a crooked Georgian house in Marylebone.
From ground floor to attic, over four storeys, shelves and frames lined the walls of every room, following a seemingly incoherent design. Part cabinet of curiosity and part celebration of beauty in all its forms, the collection was curated by an anonymous— and eccentric, Rose liked to imagine— philanthropist.
Its name, the Museum of Serendipity, summed up how the collection was put together. Or perhaps it indicated how this museum could be found: by sheer good luck, as it was not advertised anywhere. Rose herself had stumbled upon it by accident last September, when looking for a shelter from the rain. Quite a happy accident, since her art teacher had asked them to visit a gallery for their first assignment of the semester (she’d earned extra points for originality).
Despite few visitors, it remained open from morning to evening. More often than not, the elderly greeter slept in his rocking chair by the door, leaving Basil the cat in charge.
Its location near Regent’s Park, made it a perfect destination for a drawing session. On a beautiful spring day like today, Rose would walk along the paths of the park and draw the flora and fauna in her sketchbook. Then make her way towards the museum. Other days, after a long time indoors, she would enjoy the park’s fresh air and time to reflect on the latest collection piece she’d discovered.
Since her childhood, art had been a way for Rose to travel, around the globe and across time, a way to see the world through other people’s eyes and to share her own vision. A way to exist beyond the Powell Estate. The Museum of Serendipity transported her like nothing else.
Although she enjoyed the morning sun, she didn’t linger in Regent’s Park, too eager to get there.
The elderly greeter was listening to the radio in his small front office.
“Hello, Wilf!”
He jumped to his feet with an energy that belied his years.
“Ah, Rose, luv. Alright? How’s school?”
“Got another assignment to complete for art history class. By the way, mid-term break is coming up, if you fancy a holiday, I could cover your shifts here for a few days.”
He would be doing her a favour more than the other way around.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said. “We got a new piece came in.”
New pieces were simply added to the exhibition wherever a space was available. As they walked to the drawing room, Rose tried to know more about the museum.
“Who brought this new piece?”
“John did, just this morning.”
“John?”
“Yeah, John McConnell , the mailman,” Wilf said. “Here it is.”
On the mantel lay an artifact shaped like a metal glove without fingertips. Or a pan flute.
“Looks like something from the future,” she joked.
“Modern art, then,” Wilf said.
He left her to look at it a while longer. The pattern that covered it, both engraved and raised all at once, looked like scales. Rose pulled her sketchbook out of her messenger bag and drew it. Texture study.
Basil, the museum’s Abyssinian cat, greeted her, rubbing himself against her legs. She petted his long ears and ruddy coat. She followed Basil out of the room, and wandered the now familiar corridors and staircases. Her hand trailed along the faded floral wallpaper and oak paneling. The smell of candle wax and pine wood polish always hung in the air.
There was one painting in particular Rose always came back to, in the third floor library, just above a loveseat that once belonged to Marie Antoinette. Ahead of her, Basil jumped on the loveseat and looked at her expectantly.
Rose pulled up a chair to sit down, the museum was almost a second home now, she had no qualms moving furniture around.
With a dreamy sigh, she let her eyes roam the large canvas. It depicted a dozen people in elegant Edwardian clothing, visiting an art exhibition. She was transported back in times, it seemed. Back to la Belle Époque. Late 19th- early 20th century, in France. Among women in high-necked waist shirts, carrying white lace parasols and men wearing mustaches and straw boating hats. The era of Moulin Rouge and absinthe, of the first movie, of bicycles and Marie Curie, just to name a few. The era of Gustav Klimt, Toulouse-Lautrec, Van Gogh and Renoir, the artists whose work Rose had first fallen in love with. The painting itself blended elements of Art Nouveau and Impressionism (as she’d described in her second assignment).
But there was one character in particular that commanded her attention again and again. There, in the upper left corner. The painter had done this trick which makes it look like the subject’s eyes are on you wherever you stand in the room. Though unnerved at first, Rose now tried to master this technique. Countless time she’d drawn his thick, curly brown hair, the soft contours of his jaw, his blue eyes, the creases that bracketed his mouth. And that smile, a Mona Lisa smile, the hardest trait to capture.
His clothes also offered many details to work on: the sheen of his satin cravat, the velvet of his jacket, the pattern of his waistcoat.
At first, she only tried to capture his likeness in various mediums, but over time she tried to sketch his profile, his back. She depicted that gentleman in various poses and actions. He had taken a life of his own. What was he doing there that day? What was his relationship with the painter? Why was he looking at her like that?
Basil meowed.
“Alright, don’t be jealous. I’ll draw you first, you beautiful boy.”
“Thanks, it’s a new jumper. Do you like the colour?” said a man with a northern accent.
Rose started. He was leaning against the door, looking at her, with the smallest hint of a smile.
He picked up Basil and sat down on the loveseat, laying the cat on his legs crossed at the knees. Rose held back a quip about the similar size of their ears.
“Well, go on, then,” he said, indicating her sketchbook with his chin.
“Hold on, are you the director of the museum? Or the curator?”
“No,” he said. “I don’t think so.”
At a loss for a reply, Rose simply got to work.
If Basil wasn’t running away, then surely this man posed no threat. Just a lost, slightly odd item, like everything else in the Museum of Serendipity. Including herself.
His face offered such striking features to draw, that bold nose, those sharp cheekbones. The cropped hair revealed the shape of his skull and the collar of his sweater, a beautiful neck. A face for charcoal, she thought, to capture the lights and darks of him, in loose, almost intangible strokes. Charcoal and dry pastels, she amended, she had to recreate the infinite blue of his eyes.
They chatted about everything big and small: cats, galaxies, her doubts about art school and his hopes for the future of humanity.
Time flowed differently when she was creating. In that moment more than ever. A sort of appeasing, melodic hum filled her mind, and everything, but her subject, faded away.
When she traced his eyes, she was surprised to find in them a spark, as if he knew her.
She looked up at him, and he smiled. “Hello,” he said.
Before she could think of a good way to phrase her question, he stood up and looked at the sketch over her shoulder. He gave an appreciative nod.
“We need someone to do a painting of the museum,” he announced. “Are you free to do it?”
“A painting? Are you taking the piss?”
“I’m serious. Great big canvas. Like this one.” He pointed to her favourite painting of la Belle Époque.
“I’ll need money to buy supplies,” she said, to test his good faith.
“Of course.”
He grabbed a tin box in a nearby bookcase; it was full of cash. He handed her the stack of pound notes without counting. Almost as if he was ignorant of their value. “Will this do?”
Rose nodded dumbly. She resolved right away to only spend a reasonable sum.
“I’ll come by next Wednesday afternoon,” she said.
“Perfect. See you, then, Rose Tyler.”
She spent the next few days in a state of disbelief. Her mind constantly replayed her encounter with the blue-eyed man. Several times, she opened her sketchbook to look at his portrait. The fondness it aroused in her took her breath away. She found herself doodling both him and the gentleman in the painting, over and over.
She bought a load of art supplies, but kept the receipt in a secure place in case she needed a refund.
On Wednesday, she arrived at the museum with a knot in her stomach. Wilf greeted her, as usual, but he was wearing a smart new uniform.
A moment later, the blue-eyed man skipped down the stairs, two at a time, and welcomed her with a bright smile. He introduced himself as the Doctor, just the Doctor, and Rose went along with it— after all, it wasn’t the weirdest thing about him.
He’d set up an easel and a canvas in the third floor library. She barely paid attention to his directives, she was distracted by the number of visitors in the museum, more than she had ever seen.
“Is this a prank show thing or what?” she asked.
“Why would it be a prank show?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, you said it. Why a prank show?” he repeated.
“‘Cause to get that many actors and props, it’s got to be on telly.”
“That makes sense. Well done.”
“Thanks?”
“It’s not a tv show,” he said.
“But— why?”
“It’s the museum’s anniversary. We are interested in collecting unique pieces, and what’s more unique than Rose Tyler’s first commissioned artwork?”
“Maybe the last,” she mumbled.
“It won’t be,” he said, stating a fact rather than paying a compliment. “Coffee?”
The Doctor knew something she didn’t, and as irritating as it was, it incited her to stay and fulfill his request.
She laid a tarp on the floor below the easel, spread out her brushes and palette knives, picked the colours.
Basil, of course, wanted to be part of the painting. He lay down in the sunniest spot, on the window sill, looking ever so regal.
As she prepped the canvas, her brain ran ahead of her with ideas to best infuse her art with feelings this room evoked. Warm earth tones, old leather bound books, a thick Persian rug, but also glass cases to keep people away, artworks by undisclosed artists, mysteries all around. Inviting and distant all at once. Much like the Doctor.
She scanned the room for him. He stood in a corner of the library, surveying. As she traced his silhouette, she noticed the similarity, in his posture and smile, with the fascinating gentleman in the Belle Époque painting. She made a mental note to ask about that too.
Hours passed by, Wilf kept her comfortable with cups of tea, snacks, a stool, opening the window, closing the window.
Everyone had left. The sun had set. Only the Doctor and Basil remained in the room with her.
The artwork wasn’t finished, but it had everything she needed to continue another day. Yet, she didn’t leave. She didn’t want to. She stood there, wringing her paint-splattered hands waiting for something, anything, from the Doctor.
“I want to show you something,” he said. He took her hand and they both stood up on Marie Antoinette’s loveseat. “Look closely.”
Now inches from the Belle Époque painting, she saw it like she never had before. It shimmered and shifted. Like those 3D images you have to cross your eyes to see. She blinked. Looked closer. And drifted through the canvas.
Rose gripped the Doctor’s hand tighter. Behind them, there was no library, only a blue door. And in front of her, the painting had come to life. No— they weren’t in the painting, they were in Paris of the 1900s. Around her, people chatted in French, cigar smoke wafted to her nose, and through a window that wasn’t on the painting, she could see the brand new Eiffel tower.
The gentleman that had so fascinated her was there too. Thick hair, bright smile.
“Rose, we meet at last,” he said.
His voice sounded exactly like she’d imagined. She didn’t know until now that she’d imagined his voice.
“She’s all yours,” the Doctor said.
Rose didn’t let go of his hand.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be here to bring you back to your own timeline.”
He disappeared through the blue door.
The other man linked their arms together. A feeling of safety washed over her. He was a stranger and yet not at all. As if to reassure her further, an Abyssinian cat sauntered by.
“Is that Basil?” Rose asked.
“In a fashion. Cats have nine lives, as you know.”
“And you, Doctor, how many have you got?”
The Doctor smiled. “Ah, you figured it out, clever girl.”
That didn’t mean she didn’t have a ton of questions, but for now, she only wanted to soak up the magic of it all.
The Doctor showed her around the room. They mingled with the other visitors, admiring the artwork on the walls. Rose couldn’t stop grinning.
They stopped in front of a painting depicting another gallery, in another museum, in another era.
“Can we go through there too?” Rose ventured.
“Yes, but wouldn’t you like to see Paris first?”
“We can go out?”
“Of course. You know, my friend Claude has been pestering me about visiting his garden. Nice fellow, this Claude. Mind you, he’s a tad obsessed with water lilies.”
#ficandchips#Nine x Rose#Eight x Rose#artist!Rose#yes I'm still working on those#self indulgent prompts#lostinfic writes stuff#lotsofthinkythoughts
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Under the cut: you will find a lengthy, yet concise summary of the historical life and rule of Louis XVI.
*** While this is not a mandatory read - it is interesting and will be referenced in most threads outside of the Modern AU, ( which must be requested to write in. ) Some knowledge may benefit you to know if you don’t have a good base in the history of the french revolution. I may add to this as I gain more sources and insight into the King’s personal life. ***
Name: Louis Auguste de France
Other Names: Louis XVI || Citizen Louis Capet ( Before Execution )
Titles: Duc de Berry ( Given at birth ) || Dauphin ( After his father died ) || King of France ( After his grandfather died )
Birthday: 23rd of August 1754 || Reign as King lasted from May 10th 1774 - September 21st 1792
Died: January 21st 1793 || Execution By Guillotine
Religion: Roman Catholic
Family Ties: House of Bourbon
Siblings: Louis XVIII Comte de Provence, Charles X Comte d’Artois, Élisabeth de France, Louis Duc de Burgundy ( Died at 9 ), Clotilde de France, Xavier Duc de Aquitaine ( Died at 1 ) , Marie Zéphyrine de France ( Died at 5 ), Marie - Thérèse de France ( Died at 2 ).
Parents: Marie-Josèphe of Saxony & Louis the Dauphine of France
Spouse: Marie Antonia Josepha Johanna || ( French Version ) Marie Antoinette ( Second Cousin, Once Removed. )
Biography:
Often passed over in favor of his older brother Louis ( Duc de Burgundy ) because he was more outgoing, handsome & intelligent. Tragically, he died at 9 & favor was shifted to the new future Dauphin. Louis Auguste was by all accounts a healthy but painfully shy & reserved child. He was equally as bright as his brother excelling in: Latin, History, Geography, Astronomy. He was also fluent in English & Italian. ( Louis liked to wrestle with his brothers & hunt with his grandfather. ) His special interest was in locksmithing & this was encouraged by those around him as a worthwhile pursuit even in his childhood. The subjects he was taught by the Duc de la Vauguyon additionally included: Religion, Morality & Humanities.
Louis married Marie on May 16th 1770 when he was just 15 and she was 14. By the time the two were married to form the French & Austrian alliance: the defeat of France, in the 7 years war had already made the French public view the new Dauphine as an unwelcome stranger to the country.
The couple only met 2 days before their marriage, and for this reason the marriage was cordial but very distant in the beginning. Louis was shy & also afraid of being manipulated by Marie for stately purposes --- this made him act coldly towards her in public. They did eventually foster a fondness for each other & their marriage was consummated in 1777.
( Louis XVI & Marie Antoinette’s reputations were damaged because they did not produce heirs in a traditionally ‘ timely manner ‘. )
After gentle prodding from Marie’s brother, Joseph II --- Louis began to take his conjugal duties seriously and Marie fell pregnant, eventually giving birth to 4 live-born children. ( Marie suffered 2 miscarriages and Louis - by all accounts - consoled her each time. ) Louis XVI also ‘ adopted ‘ six children additionally, though they were never granted royal status.
Louis took the throne in 1774 at age 19 after his grandfather died. By then, there was already resentment among the public for the royal family, lots of government debt incurred before he was installed as monarch, and so much responsibility that Louis himself did not feel ready & prepared to take on.
Louis XVI’s indecisiveness & lack of firmness - though grounded in the idea he wanted to be liked & loved - ultimately, led to part of his downfall. ( It should be noted Louis Auguste DID genuinely attempt to be a good and just king, the circumstances that line up before his assent to the throne were too vastly stacked against him. )
Louis reinstated the ‘ parlements ‘ & put a more experienced advisor in place to ensure that things were fair and on the up and up. Louis also signed the Edict of Versailles || Edict of Tolerance that allowed Non-Catholics to have the legal right to practice their faith(s), as well as restore legal/civic rights and status to them. This overturned the Edict of Fontainebleau which had reigned as law for a little over 100 years. While the Edict of Versailles didn’t claim freedom of religion - it decriminalized the practice of other religions and helped ease tensions based on religious differences in the country.
Radical financial reforms were a steadily growing need in the country because of the mounting debt ... the nobles refused to instate the necessary laws ultimately culminating in further dissatisfaction among the public and stoking the flames of the oncoming French Revolution. The publication of ‘ Le Compte - rendu au Roi ‘ -> ‘ The Records of Accounts for the King ‘ further ruined the monarchy’s reputation by publishing propaganda that was full of fictitious & inaccurate budgets meant to make France look more financially stable than it was. When the true extent of France’s debt was revealed: the common man & many nobles alike were shocked and disgusted, the nobility outright rejecting the reforms necessary to begin to rectify the scenario.
Finally, the country’s finances reached an appalling low --- and Louis was forced to use his absolute powers to force reforms, though they could only be maintained for more than 2 - 4 months maximum before he would be forced to revoke them. He closed down the french parliamentary system. The royal treasury was also unable to sustain the reforms imposed because it was in a crippled state as it was.
After much abuse from the the First & Second Estates ( after Louis reinstated the Estates-General ) the third estate decided unanimously declared themselves the National Assembly. Soon after Louis lost control of this newly formed legislative body - the revolution was underway and officially began with the Storming of the Bastille on July 14th 1789.
Louis Xvi’s Palace de Versailles was stormed by an angry mob on October 5th 1789. This was done in an attempt to kill Marie --- the now much hated symbol of frivolity to the French public. After the Marquis de Lafayette diffused the situation - the royal family was forced to move themselves to the Tuileries palace in Paris.
While plenty of key figures besides the king and queen attempted to gather strength to restore the former absolute power of the monarchy --- it would ultimately fail and many of these secret supporters either retracted loyalty to the crown under threat of death, or met grisly ends by the hands of the public & new governing body. Louis, finally realizing the danger he and his family were in and wanting to regain control of France - helped Axel von Fersen ( a rumored lover to the Queen ) plan the royal family’s escape to gather forces and gain protection by Austria. After a series of setbacks, missteps, poor judgements, indecision, and assorted other issues behind the scenes - the family was caught and returned to Paris ( Tuileries Palace ) on June 25th 1791 and placed under highly monitored ‘ house arrest ‘. It didn’t help that before they left, Louis left a manifesto denouncing democracy and asserting his authority as king by birthright. Many of his subjects felt torn and confused, though remained loyal ... until this incident in which the revolution was known to be imminent.
All in all, the call to arms fell on inactive deaf ears amid among other foreign monarchs, making the response woefully lackluster and this ultimately sealed the fate of the French aristocracy. On August 10th 1791, the people once again stormed the palace Louis and his family resided in forcing them all to take refuge with the Legislative Assembly.
Louis was officially arrested on August 13th 1792.
September 21st 1792 - the former Third Estate’s new government body the ‘ National Assembly ‘ announced France a republic and abolished the monarchy altogether. All of Louis - Auguste’s titles were taken and he was referred to as Citoyen Louis Capet. While many members wanted the gratification of executing the former king --- the fact some had backgrounds in legal work felt due process a necessity. An agreement was reached that there would be a trial for Louis before the National Convention.
Several charges were brought against Louis while he was being tried, though there were only three questions that mattered to the assembly:
1| Is Louis guilty ?
2| Whatever the decision, should there be an appeal to the people ?
3 | If found guilty: what punishment should Louis suffer?
On the 26th of December 1792, Louis responded tot he charges: Not Guilty. At this time, behind closed doors - he had already accepted his fate & knew that he would be found guilty. He was reported as wanting to hold his ground so that he might still be viewed favorably and as a good king to France.
Voting took place & after an uncomfortably close call - Louis was sentenced to death by the majority of one vote: his own cousin, the former Duc d’Orleans, voted to have his cousin executed immediately. After an unsuccessful attempt at swaying the decision - the King’s council was resigned ( read as: ‘ forced ‘ ) to allow the execution to proceed.
On Monday, January 21, 1793 --- The ( Former ) Sun King was executed by Guillotine at age 38. This happened on the Place de la Révolution. By most reputable accounts, Louis faced his death with resignation and dignity. He gave a small speech before hand and was stopped before he could complete it with a drum roll that signaled the Guillotine was ready.
After the execution, his body was taken to Madeleine Cemetery where he was given a small secret funeral service and then buried in an unmarked grave, head between his feet and covered in quicklime.
The cemetery closed in 1794. 21 years later, Louis XVIII had his brother and sister in law exhumed and reinterred in the Basilica of St. Denis. From 1816 - 1826 a monument honoring the King and Queen was erected in the same area the former cemetery and church occupied. It was named the ‘ Chapelle Expiatoire ‘.
#• Le Tendre Soleil Se Lèvera Á Nouveau. • ( Louis Auguste || Louis XVI. )#• You Can't Play My Cabinet Like A Harpsichord ... • ( NPCs. )#• Why Do Americans Think They Know It All ? • ( OOC Historical Rambling. )
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“One of the most tragic but most spotless, pious and saintly royal figures who became a martyr of the French Revolution was Princess Elisabeth of France. She was born in Versailles on May 3, 1764, the youngest child of the Dauphin Louis, making her the granddaughter of King Louis XV and the sister of His Most Christian Majesty King Louis XVI of France. Along with her siblings she was raised by Madame de Marsan, the royal governess and she was given a good education as well as becoming an accomplished rider and artist. Her father died only the next year after she was born and she was only about three years old when her mother died. However, her parents (a lovely couple) passed on to her a deep sense of devotion to the Catholic Church and the venerable monarchy of France. Princess Elisabeth and her siblings were a very close-knit little family and the Princess grew into a very religious, very royalist and very devoted young lady. Being the youngest, she remained at home longer than any other while her older siblings went on to other positions, marriages and so on.
Princess Elisabeth remained with her brother, King Louis XVI, and was very attentive to him. There was some talk of her being married to the Austrian Emperor Joseph II but nothing came of it. It might have been better for her if she had ultimately, but as things stood at the time the Princess was wise to refuse as the Emperor was of a fairly different mindset from Elisabeth. The Emperor was a very modern-minded man, an “enlightened despot” who favored greater state control over the Church. Elisabeth was a very traditional conservative and a very devout Catholic who put her faith first and above all else. She was considered, along with her brother the Count of Artois (the future King Charles X) to be the most pro-Church and staunchly royalist member of the family. She was also a very strong-willed and determined woman. As a girl those traits had made her a little difficult but, as she grew up, her growing faith turned these into admirable qualities and gave her a great moral strength with firm and uncompromising principles. She turned away from any thought of marriage to devote herself to caring for her brother, the Royal Family, the French people and one would be hard pressed in any event to find a husband worthy of her.
Madame Elisabeth (as she was known) was also an extremely kind and compassionate woman who, rather than the glamorous life of a royal princess or even consort, would have preferred the life of a simple Carmelite nun. She would have taken vows at once but, King Louis XVI said he could not do without her. So, she set an example for charity and piety from the palace at Versailles. She had great love and respect for her eldest brother and even the younger Count of Artois (who was known for his rather wild ways) who she adored and tried to gently pull back to the straight and narrow. She also cared deeply for the poor (and despite popular perceptions she was not alone in that), even starting a dairy to provide free milk to poor children. Yet, she was not some dour, grim, puritanical sort of figure either. Madame Elisabeth enjoyed life, enjoyed art and beautiful things, enjoyed music and loved to dance. Of course, as with others, none of these admirable qualities were enough to save her when the horror of the Revolution descended on France. In fact, the revolutionaries, necessarily, poured out their deepest hatred on the purest and most upright individuals who represented all that was best about the old, glorious, Christian Kingdom of France.
When the Revolution came, usually dated with the storming of the Bastille on July 14, 1789 the King was concerned for the safety of his family and had several sent abroad. Madame Elisabeth, however, refused to abandon her post and she disagreed with her brother compromising in any way with the revolutionaries. There was, it is often forgotten, a brief period in which France was a constitutional monarchy as Louis XVI was forced to give in to the demands of the revolutionaries. All of this Madame Elisabeth staunchly opposed. She always supported her brother of course but, with her strength of will and character, she was against any concessions or coming to any agreement with a movement that was wicked in its very core. It was not simply an effort on her part to maintain royal authority but also to maintain the independence of the Church from the revolutionary laws to bring the Church under state control totally. This, of course, made her all the more hated by the revolutionaries who regarded her as one of the ultra-royalist, reactionary faction they correctly identified as their greatest enemies. Unfortunate, perhaps, but true. The Revolutionaries and Madame Elisabeth represented two completely opposite and irreconcilable positions one of which would have to perish for the other to survive.
Madame Elisabeth remained with King Louis and Queen Marie Antoinette in their darkest hour. Her status as a leading enemy of the revolution was confirmed when the National Assembly intercepted a letter she sent to the Count of Artois in which she supported foreign monarchs sending troops to rescue the Royal Family, crush the revolution and restore royal authority. Still, even when the mob stormed the Tuileries, Madame Elisabeth bravely confronted them with some in the crowd mistaking her for Marie Antoinette. With the rest of the Royal Family she was taken into custody by the revolutionaries and originally imprisoned with the Queen but the two were later separated. Although she did not know it, Marie Antoinette addressed her last letter to her beloved sister-in-law. Locked away, Madame Elisabeth knew about the execution of her brother the King but was kept in the dark about the murder of the Queen. In her confinement she tried to comfort her niece Marie-Therese, daughter of the late King and Queen, even though she was constantly being insulted and tormented by her captors.
When the time came for her show-trial she was as calm and determined as ever as she was accused of aiding the King in his effort to escape, supporting the royalists abroad and counterrevolutionaries in France. When the King was slanders as a bloody tyrant, Madame Elisabeth, who had advised him to take a more hard-line approach, defiantly told the court, “If my brother had been what you call him, you would not have been where you are, nor I where I am”. Which was perfectly true as the King could have ordered his troops to shoot down the mobs in the streets but had refused to do so. Nonetheless, the verdict was pre-determined and on May 10, 1794 Madame Elisabeth was taken to the guillotine at the Place de la Revolution and executed. In her final moments she had offered her life to God as a sacrificial victim for all her country was enduring. Even in her final moments she helped others on the way to their execution and guided them in saying their prayers, a saintly princess from start to finish and a credit to the Royal House of France. Although there is no cause underway for her canonization, no less a figure than Pope Pius VII said he considered her a saint as do most French royalists. She was a martyr, martyred for her royal blood and her opposition to the godless forces of the Revolution”
- The Mad Monarchist on Madame Élisabeth
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Hidden Rainbow
Requested by @speedypan
Fandom: DC / Young Justice
Pairing: Bart Allen x OC slight Will Harper x OC
Notes: This takes place around season 2ish.
I honestly really want to write more Gigi and Bart stuff (or just more Gigi stuff) So Thank you Kim for the request. I’m sorry if there isn’t enough Faith and Gigi.
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“They are scared” Antoinette’s voice flooded Gigi’s mind as the two small girls lay in their bed “I can hear their voices so loudly”
Gigi took her twin’s hand closing her eyes “It’s ok, they are our parents they will take care of us”
“I don’t think they can.” her sister’s voice had an edge to it. “The bad man is coming.”
“The bad man can’t get us, remember what daddy said.”
Antoinette shook her head moving closer to her sister the fear and dread she could hear her mother’s thoughts telling her otherwise. Even at her age of 4 she knew, she knew it was coming.
“It’s ok,” Her sister’s voice broke through Antoinette’s thoughts, “I’m here for you, we are a team remember.”
A promise made by two girls who were much too young to understand who they were or what was out there for them. Just two children barely babies who didn’t understand that sometimes promises can be broken by fate itself.
--12 years later --
“I’m telling you, it’s an army of penguins.”
“But if she saved Santa wouldn’t it be more like reindeer? Or I don’t know, something cooler like Dragons?”
“You don’t think Penguins are cool?” Gigi looked up at her best friend who was swinging her legs back and forth on the counter as she watched Gigi construct her classic ice cream concoction.
“I mean Gotham has this villain named the Penguin and he’s kind of a dork.”
“You say that about all the villains.”
“That’s because they are!”
Two types of chocolate syrup on top of three sugar cubes, and don’t forget the sprinkles (rainbow of course). Faith stole a bit of her friend’s ice cream with her finger, however the moment it touched her lips she made a face. “Honestly, I don’t know how you can eat that.. It’s… kind of sweet.”
“I have a refined pallet.” Now to add some extra whip cream before topping it with cocoa pebbles cereal.
“Is that what we are calling it?”
The sound of the alarms went off in base, an intruder. Both girls looked up at the flashing lights confused.
What was going on?
“Should we…” Faith’s voice trailed off as a yellow streak flashed by the kitchen only to come back for a moment the speedster slowing down enough so both girls could see him.
A bright red-haired boy stood there for a moment his head cocked to one side looking over the two girls who were sitting there just looking back. Well in Gigi’s case she was standing there, a large bowl of diabetes in her hand a spoon of said treat in her mouth.
A second later he was gone, Nightwing shouting something from the command room.
“Who the hell was that?” Faith asked, her friend shrugged taking another bite of her ice cream.
“Do we go find out?”
“I guess, I mean alarms are a bad thing, right?” Jumping off the counter Faith sighed running her fingers through her hair “I can’t keep up with the comings and goings of this place.”
-----5 years ago----
“They found your sister,” Jean’s said gently as she walked into Gigi’s room. It had been Three years since Gigi had lost her sister. She was still just a kid. A kid who’s world had been filled with villains and heroes. People who cared for her and made sure she was safe. They were her family, helping her find her sister. Helping her learn about her own powers.
“But Gigi,” Jean’s voice trailed off for a moment as if she wasn’t sure how to put what had happened into words. This was their lives the young teen thought as she looked down at the young girl before her. This unrealistic crazy life.
“Is she ok? Is Antoinette ok?”
“The bad guys, the people who took her. They were collecting mutants from all different times and, while it’s only been three years for us it’s been… nine for her.”
----------Present ----------
Never in the red-haired girl’s life had she never imagined she would ever be part of this.
The big leagues.
Being a mutant meant there was a certain stigma attached to her, being born with a deformity, something that wasn’t right.
A mutation.
Yet here she was. Going on a mission with the sidekicks of some of the greatest heroes around, Superman, Flash, and Batman. And being led by the best of the best.
Willow.
She had saved Santa once. No other hero could top that.
“Willow, Angry Spice won’t let me sit next to him!”
“Stop calling me that!” Superboy snapped pushing Guardian Angel’s (known by Gigi as Faith her very bestest friend in the whole world) head gently as the girl bounced in her seat.
“And after I made you come on this mission and everything” Angel grumbled crossing her arms over her chest sticking out her tongue out.
“Yeah you should be grateful,” Blue Beetle said, “it took two missions before she even admitted I could stay.”
“She doesn’t have a choice who goes on these missions,” Superboy said glaring back at Angel.
“Yeah, you should be grateful you are part of the losers, it is really just Willow, Plastic-girl and I until sneaky sneaker and then BeeBee, we only took pity on you because you're always so angry.”
“Yeah” Gigi aka Plastic-girl twisted her head around in her seat exorcist style to look at Superboy, “Why are you always so angry? There are so many amazing things to be happy about. Like Vines.”
“Vines are amazing.” Impulse, aka sneaky sneaker, nodded in agreement. “Jamie spent all last night showing them to us.”
“Hey, I helped!” Angel said added.
“You spent the whole time throwing popcorn at Bart to see if he could catch them in his mouth.”
“Which he did, my favorite was when I did a backflip off the bookcase.”
“Please tell me you got that on film,” Willow said
“Of course” Plastic-girl, said holding up her phone to show the greatest hero that ever lived. “I’m going to start our own vine account.”
“Too bad it no longer exists.”
“WHAT!?!” Both Plastic-girl and Impulse cried in pure shock and horror.
“WHY!?!”
“What villain did this?”
“It’s because he crashed the mode”
“Wait really?”
“Don’t say that to them Angel, they don’t know.”
“Impulse wouldn't do that, would you.”
“You think I would?” the look on Impulse’s face was so hurt that Plastic-girl instantly regretted saying it.
“No of course not! You are here to save us all not take away happiness and joy. In fact, you have brought extra happiness and joy since joining our team.”
“Wait I have?”
“Yeah I mean did you see all those videos we did, they are so cool.” Plastic-girl scooted close to Impulse to show him more of the videos she had taken from her best friend and the best hero (besides Willow of course) doing crazy stunts.
“I’m just hoping she could cram one more happiness and joy into that sentence” Guardian Angel snickered to Superboy
“Does all their freakouts end like that?” Superboy asked as the two redheads obliviously watched the videos laughing and sitting way too close to each other to be “just friends”.
“And people said Roy and I were bad” Willow muttered.
“You guys still are,” Angel said.
“I have no idea what you mean.”
------5 years ago-----
“Antoinette?”
Antoinette turned as her young sister walked into the room. Her twin. Now 6 years younger than her. It was as if they didn’t even know each other anymore. Gigi her sister she was some older girl, broken and a shadow of a memory.
For Antoinette Gigi hadn’t changed at all. She was the same as she remembered. So sweet and full of possibilities. In Gigi, Antionette saw what her life could have been.
If she was still Antionette.
“It’s Hope, I know you and mom are still getting used to calling me that but… I’m sorry” Hope turned “But Antoinette just holds a lot of pain for me, from the lab and… just everything.”
“I’m sorry” Gigi whispered crawling into bed next to her sister.
“It’s not your fault, it’s because we’re mutants. People are never going to know what to do with us. Kill us or use our powers.”
“Mommy says she wishes we were normal so we didn’t have to deal with those people.”
“Yeah…” Hope’s voice trailed off, “Sometimes I do too.”
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“Plastic-girl!” Guardian Angel’s voice could be heard in the distance as Plastic-girl struggled for air as the bad guy with the huge metal arm held her up by her neck. Normally she would be able to squeeze out of this but for some reason… she couldn’t.
Her team wasn’t far off but they were also struggling with the team of them who seemed to have some impressive tech. It was like they had known they were coming. How their tech had singled them out, dividing them and coming right for Plastic-girl.
“I’m going to have fun opening you up girl,” the large man said leaning forward so only she could hear “little mutant skum, seeing how you tick, how you got those powers.”
Her world was blacking out, spots forming around the sides of her eyes. As hard as she tried she couldn’t seem to fight it.
“Relax I’m here”
Her sister's voice echoed through her mind. How? Where?
The bad guy let out a scream of pain dropping Plastic-girl gasping on the ground clutching her neck where large bruises were forming.
“Hope?”
The dark red-haired woman walked slowly through the bad guys as they all fell to the ground. Her eyes glowing red as the man who had once been strangling her twin was now screaming in pain.
“Hope let him go.” Plastic-girl whispered horsley as her sister raised her hand, “He…”
“He was going to kill you, I’m just showing him what pain he has inflicted on mutants like us.”
“No Hope… we are the good guys”
The bad guy fell to his knees tears streaming down his face as he tried to claw at his brain as Hope pulled apart his mind from the inside.
“Please!” Plastic-girl cried her voice squeaky and in so much pain it felt like she had just pulled sandpaper out of her throat. They were better than this. If they treated the bad guys the way they were treated what was the point? They would only prove them right.
They were monsters.
From where she was standing Hope let out a small grunt hitting her neck only to realize someone had shot her with a tranquilizer dart.
Willow stood a few feet away holding up her bow next to her Plastic-girl recognized Cyclops and Nightcrawler.
Nightcrawler teleports behind Hope catching her as she slowly blacked out. Plastic-girl scrambled to her feet feeling two hands helping her.
“I got you,” Impluse said next to her, “Are you ok?”
“My sister…” Plastic-girl muttered tears filling her eyes threatening to fall. She wasn’t sure if it was the pain of seeing her sister like that. So angry. Filled with so much hate.
“She’s fine,” Cyclops said, “we have been looking into a gang that has been taking mutants kind of like the ones that took your sister and her friends. I knew we shouldn’t have brought her with us.”
“What do they want?” Willow asked coming up next to him
“We aren’t sure yet but it seems like maybe some kind of virus.”
“Can we help?” Angel asked glancing from Plastic-girl to her sister as she bit her lip. For a moment her eyes met Her best friend before the red-haired girl looked away.
“Not right now but thanks, this is a mutant issue.” Cyclops said “So I would appreciate if you guys maybe didn’t get the League involved they tend to make things more.. messy” he added.
“I’m not sure…”
“Yeah no problem,” Willow said cutting Superboy off shooting him a glare, “We all know what it’s like to deal with an internal issue.”
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A mutant issue, the words seemed to swim around Gigi as she sat in her bed her knees pulled up to her chest.
A mutant issue.
It was always the same. The Mutants and the Justice League.
The people who were born with a defect and those who had a defect happen to them.
No matter how much she tried to lie to herself it always felt like she didn’t belong to either of them.
Next to her Faith rubbed gentle circled around her back
“Do you think Conner will tell?” Gigi asked glancing up at her best friend.
“Maia would make him keep it quiet.”
“I just… she’s not bad you know, she just… had a lot of bad things happen to her.”
Faith shrugged, “Who am I to judge? I mean she did save your life. She seems ok to me”
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“Hey man, I was thinking maybe we could…”
“Bring Gigi’s favorite Ice cream?” Bart finished Jamie’s sentence holding up a large bowl of sweet ice things.
“What’s in that?”
“In order, two scoops of Coffee, two cookie dough and a scope of something different because you should always be open to change, three cubes of sugar then top with white and dark chocolate syrup. Add sprinkles then cover with whip cream for a surprise rainbow, add one normal gummy bear and one sour one, more whip cream with cocoa pebbles so it looks like a night sky only the opposite. Then finish with two cherries dipped in strawberry syrup.”
Jamie stood there mouth hanging open “Wow Hermano you have it bad.”
Bart blinked, a blank look on his face, “What bad?”
Jamie shook his head chuckling “Tell you what, how about you go give Gigi her special ice cream and I’ll meet up with both of you later.”
“You sure? I mean we’re all a team…”
“Naw, you go ahead.”
“Crash.”
He was gone before Jamie could say another word.
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Both girls were laying on Gigi’s bed now talking about anything and everything. Faith was telling a silly story about the last time she was on patrol with her uncle and Tim Drake when she was interrupted by a knock.
“Yeah?”
“Hey is it cool if I come in?” Bart asked peeking in. Gigi nodded sitting up giving a small wave. Her eyes and nose still slightly red from crying. “I brought gifts!” Bart said holding out the bowl of ice cream.
“It has two cherries! And a sky full of black stars.”
“And a hidden rainbow and a yin and yang gummy bears”
“Wow,” Gigi said reaching out taking the bowl before taking a bite, “You’re amazing”
Bart chuckled rubbing the back of his head, “Thanks”
“I can’t believe you remembered her whole ice cream.”
“How couldn’t I? It’s totally crash”
“Have you actually tried it?”
“No”
“Probably for the best,” Faith said motioning to a free spot next to Gigi “join us.” Bart scrambled up onto the bed glancing over at Gigi as she dug into her ice cream.
“How are you feeling?”
“Ok, this helps.”
“I’m sorry about all the mutant stuff.”
“S’ok” Gigi mumbled, “Family can just be complicated sometimes.”
“That’s why you have us,” Faith said nudging her, “We are your family too. And no matter what we have your back.”
“Y… Yeah” Bart said, “We hate seeing you sad.”
Gigi smile holding out her bowl for Bart to take a spoonful. “Thank you,” she said with a wide smile. “You guys are really the best ever” Bart matched her smile as he took a large spoonful.
“Ok wow… that is REALLY sweet”
“Told you.” Faith snickered
“It’s prefect,” Gigi said moving her spoon around so a few colored sprinkled showed up, her hidden rainbow. Like her friends, they were always there, no matter what was around they were always there ready to make her days just a little more wonderful.
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Saw this cute meiker and I'm a slut for the regency vibe so here are the girls (and John)
Veronica sharing love notes with John, Aphia dreaming of true love, and Annie passing a steamy glance at Faith
No pressure but I'll tag some folks! @river-ward @socially-awkward-skeleton @simonxriley @i-am-the-balancing-point and anyone else who'd like to do it!
#you cant see it but they all have the thigh dagger lmaoo#can kinda see it on ronnie#veronica rook#aphia (hollyhock greenhorn)#antoinette chambers#veronica x john#antoinette x faith#x: casting off old chains#x: no other recourse
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period movie fics | masterlist
Pairing: Taehyung x reader
inspired by the movie: Marie Antoinette
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summary:
Being a duchess by birth is all fun and games until you reach the ripe age of 20 to find yourself a suitable husband. Or rather, you flee into the warm comfort of pretty dresses, shoes and other material delights while your father keeps record of every available duke and prince (less won’t do) he can find. Your escapism earns you the newfound title of “shopaholic” as a good portion of your fortune gets traded for silk and lace. It lasts until your scheduled appointment with the poor but immensely handsome talented portraitist, Kim Taehyung, to have your portrait painted for your father to show your suitors.
Many such appointments are needed to bring your image to life on canvas, but only one is needed to know those portraits will never meet their purpose after you’ve fallen for the everything-but-a-wealthy-prince Taehyung, and vice versa, at the drop of one of your many hats.
Pairing: Jungkook x reader
inspired by the movie: A Knight’s Tale
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summary:
Jeon Jeongguk, a splendid young knight defending his jousting champion title for four consecutive years since he was only seventeen years old and your resident heartbreaker. You, an unremarkable ‘apple girl’, selling the fruit from your family’s orchard on the streets and jealousy running through your every nerve almost as green as the apples in your basket when gazing upon the brave young man during tournaments. Jealousy that is certainly not directed at the pretty and dolled up ladies sitting in the tribunes, catching fleeting kisses blown from the hand of the knight whose heart they’d wish to hold, whose lance they’d wish to touch.
No, this jealousy is reserved only for the man whose praises are being sung after winning yet another jousting match, whose banners billow high upon the poles of the stadium. You swear, you would see that shit eating grin eating the sand of the arena instead one day. When he looks up, he would watch yours beaming down on him from your high horse.
Pairing: Seokjin x reader
inspired by the movie: Casanova
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summary:
Is it easy to be a free thinking woman in the 18th century? Most certainly not, but that won’t stop you from breaking into the university auditorium during lectures to give some gratuitous, poignant ones of your own, mostly about an unpopular subject: feminism. You have had more than enough of the way women are collectively being degraded to walking lust objects, all the while getting denied proper education and personal freedom. You loathe the majority of the men you encounter on the streets and inside the buildings of Venice, with one in particular; Kim Seokjin alias Casanova, a womanizer with the sole ambition of getting into the skirts of every single living, breathing woman in the city.
There is one man, however, who keeps you from losing all hope in the male sex. A famous and controversial writer, anonymously writing illegal feminist books under the pseud of Ink Jose. In love with his beautiful mind and ideology, you send him heartfelt letters that soon turn into a regular correspondence when he sends one back every time. Needless to say your heart almost beats out of your chest when he asks you to meet him at a masquerade ball, one evening.
Pairing: Hoseok x reader
inspired by the movie: The Three Musketeers
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summary:
For someone with the reputation of being “too clever for her own good”, you sure made a stupid mistake carelessly letting your medicine books and anatomy studies lie around your room. One inspection by the inquisition was all it took to get you pinned as a witch, forcing you to go into hiding and slip unnoticed out of town, at the darkest hour of the night. Not as unnoticed as you’d hoped, as you literally run into a man with bright smiles and witty comments who introduces himself as Jung Hoseok; Musketeer and at your service.
While you do not appreciate being considered a damsel in distress, you are in no position to refuse his services. You take his offer of seeking refuge at the Musketeer headquarters after you’d shared your situation with him. The only condition being that you’ll use your knowledge of healing practices and medicine to help the organisation. You decide to trust him, and that trust steadily blossoms into something much more intimate the more time you spend with the energetic and sassy Musketeer. Who knew life could look so rose-coloured while in the midst of a witch hunt?
Pairing: Namjoon x reader
inspired by the movie: The Greatest Showman
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summary:
Ever since he was a little boy, Kim Namjoon has been obsessed with the circus. He remembers secretly watching the shows from underneath the tribunes inside the tent to marvel over the graceful acrobates, exotic animals, contortionists, and many other spectacular acts until he got chased out for being a non-paying spectator. His dream is to launch a circus of his own one day, one to rival the famous names touring the globe in caravan. Little by little, he manages to get some performers together to create an act, by sparing the food out of his mouth to be able to pay and keep them.
Everything gets put on the fast track when he meets you, a fortune teller he goes to see out of desperation when he runs out of money and the whole thing starts to seem hopeless. Following your advice to a T, he lets go of all common sense when he starts noticing many positive changes and luck finally seems to be on his side when his dream becomes within his reach. That is until he stumbles upon something that makes his entire faith in you falter.
Pairing: Jimin x reader
inspired by the movie: Moulin Rouge
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When you say you work at the famous, luxurious and lavish nightclub annex brothel Moulin Rouge, wildly exciting images come to mind until you mention your job as a seamstress. Being hauled up in the attics along with your colleagues (old women chattering about recipes for the perfect peach compote making out a great percentage), nothing is less true. Your days are filled with mending the girls’ stage outfits, their personal wardrobe and even lingerie, all while far away from the revelry downstairs. Still, you can’t help but slip out of your dusty workplace once in a while, to sneak a peek at the beautiful girls letting their skirts twirl and fly up during french Cancans, gracefully kicking their dance partner’s top hats off with their elegant, bare legs. You’ve religiously watched these glamorous women from afar, frequently enough you could remember every dance routine, know the club’s schedule like your back pocket.
Your bleak and boring life turns around 180 degrees when one of the girls gets an acute case of the flu, while you happen to be at the right place at the right time. The show must go on, after all, until a series of events cause you to meet the young , shy and slightly out of place gentleman Park Jimin. If love at first sight exists, it comes crashing down on you the moment he, quite literally, falls for you when his friends give him an encouraging push towards the dancefloor.
Pairing: Yoongi x reader
inspired by the movie: Amadeus
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By the age of 25, Min Yoongi had already composed no fewer than 12 operas, 30 piano concertos, 14 string quartets, 25 sonatas for piano and violin, and 34 symphonies. Being what the people believe to be the musical prodigy of the century, a genius if you will, expectations of his work only keep rising. Locked up in his studio for the majority of his youth, only few actually know what he even looks like, with the exception of the people who have watched him direct the orchestra himself, during premiers of his work or exclusive personal performances of his piano concertos.
For his new opera, featuring many ballet scenes, he requests the collaboration with a prestiguous dance school. You, one of the students at the school, are dying to get a spot among the chosen ones to be a part of a work of THE Min Yoongi. Dance is your whole life, your passion, your reason for living. You spend as many hours practicing as Yoongi does composing in his studio, though neither of you know of the other. That is until Yoongi comes to introduce his music to the dancers himself, by playing parts on the piano in the practice room. Yoongi purposefully chooses not to be part of the judging board during auditions, but when he sees you dance during a choreography lesson... He’s almost tempted to rewrite the entire composition.
#summaries take longer than i thought lol but i wanted to share these three with you already!#others very soon!#bts#bts scenarios#bts fanfiction#btswriters#jungkook scenarios#taehyung scenarios#jin scenarios#yoongi scenarios#namjoon scenarios#hoseok scenarios#jimin scenarios
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as the sun dies (trixie x violet) - chapter 1 - fannyatrollop
A/N: This is a mad piece of historical fiction. Poor Trixie is Marie Antoinette, doomed Queen of France. Violet is her sister-in-law. Katya has a role I made up out of whole cloth, achieved by reviving dead historical figures so they would be around at the time, and pretending an unhappy royal couple could have given birth to a daughter at the right time for her to exist. The story is about them doing their best to be princesses in the palace of Versailles, while time floats slowly on to the French Revolution. Vixie are the beating heart of this fic, but Trixya will also exist in some form.
I have spent a lot of my free time reading royal histories, and though I mess with things severely to bring you this fic, I still stress a little about accuracy. Because the Hanover dynasty of Britain is one of my favourites, I decided that Trixie would be a British princess. The king in charge of her life at the time had a moment of OOC behaviour to make this possible. Maria Theresa of Austria found steaming mad. At least in this universe, the real Marie Antoinette had a chance to end up somewhere nice.
Also really wanna mention that the actual irl Comtesse de Provence as a hot, stinking mess when she got to France. I expected Violet to somehow be born with elegance and the ability to quickly figure out how to be the most fashionable lady in court. Also, because princesses often underwent name changes when they married into foreign courts… I call her Violette.
Trixie’s wedding would have taken place on 16 May 1770. Violet would show up at some point in the next year, so I’ll give you all of their ages as of September 1771 for reference: Trixie, 19; Violet, 18; Katya, 24. I try to keep track of when a significant time jump happens in the narrative, and hope it’s not too confusing. I’ll blab about titles and such next chapter.
CHAPTER ONE: Royal Parcels
Princess Caroline Beatrice of Great Britain, aged eighteen, has barely recovered from seasickness when she enters her new home. She’s never liked admitting to weakness, so rather than explaining her nausea as a symptom of nerves, she prefers to think she’s still carrying the effects of that horrible voyage inside of her. If she has it her way, she will never again set foot on a ship, not even if her life depends on it.
She knows that when a princess leaves her home country, she’s unlikely to return unless she is an unfit wife. When she was informed of her upcoming nuptials, she had promised herself to succeed on that front come hell or high water. Her marriage will be a success, even if it kills her. If she ever does end up on a boat home, she will be a failure, and if it’s like that she might as well leap off and let the sea have her. She doubts she’d be sent to the stocks for returning home a spurned woman, but she doesn’t want that to be the outcome of her life. Something about her marriage feels like a grand, cosmic test, and it’s in her nature to want to do well.
Trixie has no mind for politics. She can ride a horse. She can grow her own flowers, and keep a small garden alive tolerably well. She is a gifted musician, which is something she takes immense pride in. From the day she was born, her entire world has been confined to the house she was raised in, and the occasional sojourn to another royal residence for holidays. She’s incredibly green, but even so she is aware that hers is an unusual match. Her marriage is meant to crown the end to a long war with France—wedding bells to ring in a deeper friendship between the two nations. She would have expected to be shipped off to one of the German states instead, somewhere nice and Protestant, where her bridegroom might turn out to be a close relative. Her sisters had been established through alliances where at least one of these things was true.
For Trixie, marriage has simply been one of the three possible outcomes for her future, the other two being a tragic, early death, or spinsterhood. It doesn't bother her to be marrying the Dauphin of France, and though it surprises her, there’s no point in questioning the situation. When a princess is told she is to be married, she seldom has room to object. She still feels rather queasy about the whole thing, but she’s tried very hard to quell that feeling with positive affirmations.
One day, I will be the Queen of France. There are worse fates, and it was never my choice where I wound up in life.
This cheerful mantra led her through her seasickness, through her dressing and undressing only moments after stepping foot on dry land, through the awkwardness of meeting her husband for the first time, not to mention her meeting with the King, and the first meal she shared with her new family. It has been with her as she feels the weight of history settling on her shoulders, the responsibility of finding her place in a new court when she scarcely has previous experience at her native court, and her knowledge that she’s not quite ready.
Admittedly, Trixie is a touch too sensitive, though she has learned to conceal it. Perhaps her mind has perceived more hostility in the people she has encountered thus far than she should have. Much of her energy has been expended in the service of performing as best as she can, while her lingering seasickness and compulsion to worry conspires against her. What she does know is that judging from their brief encounter, the Dauphin was not at all charmed by her. He could hardly meet her eye, even as he kissed her hand.
He’ll have to put up with her, nonetheless.
She breathes deeply, through her nose for greater discretion, as soon as she can make out the looming splendor of Versailles. She remembers that she was born to leave home and never return, that her most beloved sister bore it well enough when it was her time, and that another young woman was plucked from her home no less than seven years ago, to be her brother’s queen. Princess Caroline Beatrice, affectionately known as Trixie, has ceased to be; the girl in the carriage, desperately denying her fears, is the Dauphine of France. She should start referring to herself as such in her mind, and cast aside her childhood nickname. She won’t, but she will tell herself she ought to.
There is plenty of light, and nothing particularly foreboding about Versailles by design. Still, she feels a deep chill as she passes through its doors for the first time.
She toys with the ring on her finger, a gift from her mother. She’s not meant to have it anymore, had to hide it behind her teeth as she was stripped and outfitted with the trappings of a French princess, but she’s trying to derive as much comfort as possible from her little keepsake. Inscribed on the inside of the ring are words she believes were intended as a charm, one which she hopes will work: Bring me happiness.
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Caroline Beatrice was born on August 23, 1751, approximately five months after the death of her father.
Whatever his faults as a person, and he was definitely seen almost exclusively through that lens by his own royal parents, Frederick, Prince of Wales was a caring, attentive father. He brought a liveliness to his household that contrasted starkly with the confinement in which the princess was brought up. As unfortunate as it was that she never knew him, for they would have likely gotten along rather well, it’s a small mercy that she was not able to compare the relatively bleak world she grew to know with brighter times.
The most crucial result of her isolated childhood was that when it came time for her to marry, her experience of life at court was minimal. Versailles, with all its formalities, would prove overwhelming for a sheltered girl who saw more of her native land on her way out of it than she had in all her life. The princess’ eldest brother, known to history as George III, had misgivings about the French marriage. He thought his sister unprepared for the challenge, yet it proceeded with his approval. Had he placed more faith in his gut feeling, things may have turned out differently.
George, though, had made a very aggressive push to broker a peace for a war that was bringing victory after victory to his country, engaging in political maneuvers that he found distasteful to put an end to a conflict that he saw as little more than a bloody drain on his coffers. How would it look if he made a fuss about garnishing that peace with a marriage, when both nations had suitable candidates on hand? His sister was of age, it was not unreasonable to assume she ought to marry; though she could be settled better elsewhere, with talks of marriage already underway and a hard-won end to a wasteful conflict it did not seem wise to imply that there were better potential matches for her.
He could not, at the time, have foreseen what would come of this marriage. No one could.
As it was, Caroline Beatrice was born in good health on a late summer’s day. She was named in honour of her grandmother, and would be said to resemble her physically later in life. It is probable that her resemblance to Queen Caroline helped to convince Louis XV of her suitability as a marriage candidate for his grandson: in her day, Queen Caroline was said to have the finest bosom in Europe, and Louis XV was a bosom enthusiast. The young princess’ portrait, coupled with a careful choice of words from an interested party, would have been enough to sway him…
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In her defense, Trixie can say that the Dauphin was no more eager to fulfill his duties as a husband on their wedding night than she was. Sure, she was too busy agonizing over her performance at the official wedding ceremony to be of any assistance, but it’s not entirely her fault that nothing happened.
Her wedding gown had been an opulent confection made with cloth of silver, and covered in diamonds. The panniers on the hips added a significant amount of horizontal width to her silhouette, enough that she imagined she could comfortably seat a child on each hip with plenty of room to spare. She had very little experience with moving about in this sort of gown, and she could not easily overcome the fact that she’d noticeably stumbled the second she entered the cathedral. She wishes there was a way to go back and prevent that display from being the first impression some members of her court would surely have of her.
Even if she’d moved like an angel floating on a cloud, it would not make up for the fact that the bodice had been made far too small. There was no helping this by the time it was discovered, and she had to make do with a dress that gave the world a cheeky peek at her undergarments in the back.
Trixie and her husband were a match made in heaven on the dance floor. Trixie was technically competent in the art of dance, but contending with a gown that somehow managed to swallow her whole even as it was unable to fasten onto her body fully, she gave off the appearance of a badly conducted marionette. The Dauphin fared no better, and the young couple provided the court with an unintentionally comic first dance. Their bumbling performance in their first dance as man and wife likely acted as foreshadowing to their handling of the marriage bed.
A Dauphine has only one way to fully cement her position, and that is by providing her husband with an heir. If she can produce two, all the better. By the morning after Trixie’s wedding, her ability to achieve this simple task is cast into doubt. Shortly after her marriage, her brother’s queen gives birth to his seventh child. She dutifully writes a letter to congratulate him, all the while telling herself that she has no reason to be angry about it. If she tells herself that she will soon receive a similar letter, perhaps the universe will listen and make it so.
Despite her hopes, the situation remains dire for so long that a marriage for the Dauphin’s younger brother, the Comte de Provence, becomes paramount. In accordance to a long tradition of intermarriage between the royal families of France and Savoy, a Savoyard princess is sent for to be the new Comtesse de Provence. And so, less than a year from the time of her own marriage, Trixie gains some competition in the form of a sister in law.
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Every day, Trixie must suffer the ritual of getting dressed in front of the whole world. It’s one of many daily tasks the Dauphine of France must undertake with an audience. She doubts she’ll ever get used to it.
Without a soul to confide in at court, she writes the contents of her mind to one of her sisters. She vents to Louisa, settled in Denmark, about the nonsense she dealt with every day of her life, and how she would not be surprised if it was suddenly decreed that she was not permitted to take a shit without being gawked at. Why, it would become the highest of privileges to wipe her ass for her after!
“I am certain,” she writes. “That there is scarcely a lady in this palace that has not had the privilege of seeing me in my most natural state. I sincerely hope it pleases them.”
The handing over of the chemise is a jealously guarded privilege that belongs to the highest ranking lady at the Dauphine’s dressing ceremony. This lady is apparently not obligated to arrive in time so that she may be present from the start of the ceremony onwards. What sometimes happens, then, is that as the social makeup of the room changes, the ceremony must adapt. If a parade of ladies, each grander than the one before, choose to drag their feet on the way to Trixie’s rooms, even if she’s caught with her arms outstretched, mere seconds from receiving her chemise, she must let it be passed about until the correct lady is able to hand it to her. It’s utterly ridiculous.
Initially, she gives the Comtesse the benefit of the doubt. She’s freshly arrived, so perhaps she wouldn’t know when it was time to assemble for her dressing. It may have also been news to her that, with them being so closely related, she could easily outrank every lady present upon arrival. Trixie knows how difficult it is to adapt, so she is willing to forgive.
Until she gets a look at her face.
The Comtesse is beautiful, with small, delicate features. Her nose is pointed down a little, but that does little to detract from the pleasing whole of her face. She’s a dark kind of beauty, striking enough that Trixie almost gasps. As comely as she is, the way the Comtesse smirks and locks eyes with Trixie sends an unpleasant chill down her spine. She knows full well that Trixie is standing there, completely exposed, shivering in front of all the ladies present and God. Yet she removes her gloves at an agonizingly slow pace.
By the time she deigns to hand Trixie her chemise, the Comtesse has already soured her day. Later, Trixie’s blood boils when she hears about her going around claiming the gloves were just too tight for quick removal.
A likely story!
Because Trixie habitually prefers to resolve conflict by stewing in her bitter juices for time immemorial, she does nothing in retaliation. The worst part is that she had hoped they’d be friends.
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Maria Viola Giuseppina of Savoy, rechristened Marie Violette upon becoming Comtesse de Provence, is quick and bright, with an unreasonable level of self-assurance. As a princess from a relatively minor house, shuffled off to marry the current spare to the French throne, there is no reason for her to act so grand. But, despite the fact that she hadn’t been raised to be this way, Violette makes her way through the world as if seas ought to part for her.
Her mother, the quintessence of Spanish piety, always disapproved. She was taught to expect that her future would be dictated to her, and she ought to submit with grace, but Violette is not submissive by nature. And she never cared to cultivate that trait. There’s always been a hunger in her, a hunger for more than what she has. She wants to be exalted among women. Hell, even men.
At the rate things are going, whatever her fate had originally prescribed for her, she just might become Queen of France.
Violette has no personal quarrel with the Dauphine. They’ve hardly spoken, after all. It didn’t take long, though, for her to realize that she’s so lacking, the King had to send for reinforcements. She may have wound up here in time, but in a way she owes her current position to the Dauphine, and if she is not able to prove herself competent she may even owe her a crown.
Nobody has to know that her husband, being so grotesquely obese that he can barely walk unaided, is no more helpful in bringing about this glorious destiny than the hapless Dauphin. Only the promise of future greatness bids her to attempt her wifely duties, and all in vain.
Though no more capable, her husband still sees fit to needle his brother with constant, inaccurate boasts about the amount of activity their marriage bed sees over the course of a single day. So, Violette thought it might be fun to lay a small prank of her own on the Dauphine. She has to admit the look of impotent rage on the other girl’s face as she used the court’s own etiquette to tease her made her smile.
An unexpected gift arrives in the wake of her little stunt, to put a damper on her fun. The King’s sister in law, a former grand duchess of Russia now known to the French court as Madame, has presented her with a gorgeously embroidered pair of gloves.
There’s a note accompanying them, written in neat cursive: “I hope you find these more comfortable.”
Though a widow, Madame has been permitted to maintain the rank she held while her husband lived. As she remains closer in proximity to the current king, she outranks Violette. It may be true that the Dauphine also outranks her, but she does not see any wisdom in snubbing Madame. She can’t refuse her gift, as much as it irritates her to receive it.
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Trixie wakes up with dread at the thought of seeing her sister in law so early in the day again. In the aftershock of the small slight she suffered, she has written a plaintive letter to Louisa, and a more witty letter to another one of her sisters, Augusta, to help ease her growing loneliness. The isolation of being a known disappointment to her new family is a tough patch of darkness to escape, though, even with all the solace she can find in writing to her sisters. She sees no need to trouble George, because she can’t imagine him providing her with the kind of sympathy she craves.
When it’s time to attend her dressing, Trixie senses a change in the room. The cause of it is soon attributed to a relation she has yet to see at the ceremony making her first appearance.
Madame had been pointed out to her at her wedding as her husband’s favourite aunt, the King’s one and only sister in law, and the second lady at court after herself. Trixie’s arrival, she was told, had demoted Madame from being the first lady at court, a rank she had held after the Dauphin’s mother had passed away. Already mortified by her inability to excel instantly at being Dauphine, Trixie had almost been compelled to apologize to her for this. Even so, in all their brief meetings, Trixie has not encountered even the smallest hint of hostility from Madame.
When they have the time to converse, it will be Madame who apologizes to her about not having attended to her sooner. She had been occupied in supporting her youngest step daughter as she made the choice to take the veil, and had retreated to another married step-daughter’s country home for a brief spell before returning to receive the Comtesse. By then, Trixie feels like there is nothing this woman needs to do to beg her forgiveness.
The Comtesse drags her feet on her way to her rooms once again, but it doesn’t matter. As long as Madame is there, the Comtesse’s arrival will not disturb the ceremony.
Madame smiles tenderly, and Trixie thinks she catches her winking as she hands over her chemise. Trixie feels like she is in the presence of an angel.
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As cold as Ice or just a veil
Warnings: Smut I Words: 2,185 I Pairing - Stannis x ofc
A/U - I wrote this years ago and it’s been on Ao3, with the final season round the corner I thought it would be a good time to update this blog more!
Summary - Stannis has a new sword by his side and this time it's a woman who has taken a certain interest in her king and feels there is more to the seemingly cold and tough Stannis Baratheon. She is determined to break through his shell to the softer side she is convinced must be there. Stannis meanwhile is conflicted regarding his faith in the Lord of the light and on committing adultery, whilst also finding it difficult to come to terms with feeling something he's sure he's never felt before. I’ve taken some artistic license regarding Jon and Stannis’ communications etc.
The air was cold so he did not bother removing his coat or cloak; she too kept her clothes on aside from her under garments which fell delicately round her ankles as he yanked them down. He grunted as he bit into her exposed neck, she relaxed into his body, wanting this King inside her. No words were exchanged as he thrust into her, his boots gripping the floor, his hands either side of her squeezing her hips as he pounded into her body which lay flat on the cold stone table. Her hands grasped out for any part of him that she could touch. Her legs were spread wide; her fingers went up his shirt and scratched his back leaving raw marks, she’d intended to claim him knowing fully well he wasn’t hers, she was the third.
He only moaned more as the nails ripped flesh and thrust harder into her. Selyse forgotten, Melisandre forgotten, only her. She was younger than him, but not too young, he wanted one who was strong and wise, her beauty was a bonus, not that that had been something he’d ever really considered or been interested in before. He had to admit this was new to him, he both loved and loathed it, and it made him feel vulnerable. His intentions were to be strong and just for his people, passions and sacrifice of the flesh in this manner was never something that he’d cared for, much to Robert and Renly’s amusement. But now he found himself utterly at her mercy, even if just for these brief, fleeting moments.
He kissed all her battle scars and loved the marks that made her imperfect. He hated himself for giving in to sin like this, it wasn’t like him to give in to temptation and lust, to be seduced by a woman he hardly knew. But then they wanted the same thing, a strong lover, children, a son, an heir, to feel safe and not abandoned.
Her eyes were shut in a state of unbreakable pleasure, he wanted her attention and so he rubbed against her soft cheeks. His stubble scratched her and her eyes popped open to stare into his. She moaned even louder knowing he was watching her, his eyes penetrating into her. Her pupils had dilated, she felt dizzy and full all at once and as tempting as it was to roll her head back, she daren’t look away.
When it was over Stannis changed. The fiery passion he had just displayed so openly was culled and the cold exterior that was King Stannis Baratheon, returned. She hadn’t expected anything more, hoped, yes, but expected, no. She knew it would take far longer than one fuck on a table to break him. The most frustrating thing was that she knew he cared, he said it himself that he didn’t want the throne, it was not that he wanted to be King, but that it was his duty, for his family and for his people. He adored Shireen, yet hardly spent any time with her. She assumed it was because he felt his daughter made him weak, he smiled more around her, the coldness melted around the girl somewhat, the mask slipped.
“The council will be here soon, you’ll leave now,” Stannis instructed, not once looking at the woman he had just fucked.
She nodded, “As you wish your grace.”
She turned to leave, “And not a word of this….” He paused, “Sin, to anyone.”
His words had bite and it stung more than she imagined it would, she knew he would be like this and promised not to resign herself to tears or to let him get to her and yet hearing him say the words aloud made her feel shame. She blushed and somewhere Stannis felt glad, he would not be the only one to be full of shame.
The release through orgasm was not worth the intruding guilt that followed or the feeling that he had failed somehow. With Selyse it was his duty to sleep with her on occasion as her husband and for the sake of a male heir, which he knew deep down would never happen. With Melisandre it was for the Lord of light, it was his duty to sleep with her, for his people. He had never slept with another, he had never enjoyed sex with Selyse aside from a few brief moments and whilst Melisandre had kept his flame burning, he felt wretched afterwards. And now this stranger had come from nowhere and caught him off guard, promised him a son like Melisandre did; only this would be a human boy and not some awful shadow from depths unknown.
Antoinette bowed to her King and left him stood drawn up and proud. She returned to the chambers where she had been staying. It was nice there; he and most of those she had come across in Dragonstone had been uncommonly kind to her. As a woman she was used to being treated badly and when people learned of her skills and the fact that she had come all this way to fight for Stannis, answering his call to arms, they would mock her. She soon had them with stunned with the flick of her wrists.
She told herself she wouldn’t cry, for nights and days she wondered what it would be like to sleep with the King, they had exchanged words hadn’t they? Didn’t they want the same thing? Surely that was why he had brought her here. And now without her brothers she was not so sure, she was not sure about anything and longed for the moment she heard men roused by new arrivals at the gates. My brothers will be here soon, she told herself. And then she realised that the tears had not fallen, she was not crying, no I will not let this stubborn man King or no get the better of me. He just doesn’t know what’s good for him, time will fix all. She allowed a small smile to play on her face as she tossed a coin from home and let it land in the palm of her hand.
Stannis paced up down the room, hands in firm grip behind his back, he was thinking about how to feed everyone, thinking about how to make Shireen smile again, thinking of how he missed Melisandre whispering in his ear, how to defeat the wildlings, her, her skin, the warmth inside her. No, he told himself. Everything here was important but that was not. This was why sex had never been of interest to him and found it uncomfortable to discuss, Robert and even Renly were too quick with their passions. When Robert should have been ruling and protecting the realm he was too busy sleeping with whores. Stannis didn’t blame the women; he didn’t necessarily feel sorry for them either, at least the ones who performed their services through free will. That was their right, but he didn’t agree with it, lust, greed, sloth, gluttony, pride, envy and wrath these were all sins which stopped others from performing their duty.
The second time was better, for a start Stannis made sure Antoinette reached orgasm too rather than leaving her frustrated. The two fell and tumbled into the King’s bed, “I want you,” he had whispered to her after one of the many council meetings. He had gripped her cloak and pulled the material to him so their bodies touched. Davos saw, Davos smiled and Davos said nothing, leaving the two of them.
It took another week after this instance for them to sleep together again. Stannis had called for her in his chambers, initially he had not thought of the meeting as a chance sexual encounter but he merely wished for her advice regarding battle strategies in private. He realised later on that subconsciously there had been a reason why he wanted to see her alone.
When she reached his chambers the door was open, she was dressed in a casual, grey, woolen dress and tunic that was open at the front revealing her bountiful chest. Today was a day where no Armour had been required, it was, she thought, a good day.
“Your grace?” She asked sheepishly from the hall.
He looked up at the sound of her voice, eyes no longer caring to devour the book he was ready, his thirst for knowledge quenched by a new hunger.
“Come in,” he said sternly.
She entered and stood by the door, hands folded in front of her, “You asked for me?”
He nodded, “I also told you to come in, now shut the door,” he instructed, it was not unkind.
Do I detect a smile? She looked embarrassed as she shut the door and moved toward her King. The night in the store room had been spontaneous so there was no time for nerves, but this was different. It was the two of them alone once again, a roaring fire, a soft warm bed and a closed door. She couldn’t believe her own nerve of approaching her King the way she had previously.
“I wished to speak to you about Jon’s plan.”
“His plan your grace?” Shit I wasn’t even listening to that earlier, I was too busy thinking about, urgh thinking about you my one true King. She panicked, not wanting to appear ignorant or forgetful.
“Aye, to allow some of the wildlings to travel further south, towards Winterfell. Not too far mind, but the land is a little better there for crops and if the white walkers do manage to break through this wall we have a longer line of defense.”
Oh yes I do remember that, Jon always has the most sensible plans even if others doubt him. She sighed.
“Sighing for the bastard are we?” He mocked.
“Oh shit no!” She regretted swearing instantly, “Sorry my King, I meant, no, it’s you, only you.”
The corners of what some saw as a cold and cruel mouth turned upwards slightly, a sly smile played on his face, he had her right where he wanted her. Is Stannis warming to me this much? Does sex not repulse him anymore? Gods what do we do now.
“You asked me why I brought you here, though you already know the answer,” he said softly looking at her.
“I…I guessed why but I do not like to assume your grace,” she bowed and looked down.
“You don’t bow to me, you don’t curtsy to me. I’m having a difficult time coming to terms with the reasons why I brought you here. I am an honest man, I know I’m not well liked, I know some see me as dull with the little drinking I enjoy and disdain for sex but you must understand.”
He was cut off as Antoinette moved forward backing him up next to a chair.
“I know my King, I do,” she smiled at him and he brought his hands forward to rest on her hip bones. In return she lifted her hands up placing them onto his shoulders and pushed him down into the chair. He sat slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, Stannis was not a man who was used to following orders from others and usually it would embarrass or anger him, but today was different.
Once sat she lowered herself onto his lap and moved her head into his, she stopped there to listen to his breathing, she could feel the warm air on her lips every time he breathed out. When he breathed in she felt he was sucking a part of her with it. They stayed like this for a while, their foreheads pressed together, eyes shut, and breathing in time with one another’s steady heartbeats. Stannis moved his rough hands round to her neck and started to massage before moving up to her thick hair and played with it. Finally he could stand it no more and he leaned in to grab her bottom lip gently between his teeth. She gasped with surprise and let out a little yelp.
The kiss was welcome, his teeth grazing her skin were welcome and when their lips met properly her whole body which had been so tense before relaxed. As their lips moved together his tongue pushed between her lips and teeth, exploring the warm cavern in between. Already Stannis could feel a bulge in his trousers, his cheeks reddened almost angrily and he knew he should feel ashamed but he didn’t and for once he didn’t feel surprised.
Her hand were clutching now at the hair on the back of his head, “My King,” she moaned. “My King, my only King, fill me, fill me with sons,” she moaned.
The way she said my King sent shivers up his spine, he wanted to fuck her right there on the chair but had promised himself if they slept together again he’d do it properly. No tables but a soft bed and tender care with passions set ablaze, not from a God, but from within.
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The Originals 5 x 10 “There in the Disappearing Light”
I knew that a) the poignant title and b) JP’s tweet about this one hurting meant nothing good. (Well, there were some good things, but still.)
(There was also DG tweeting about a bunch of JM’s scenes being removed for quality/dignity and not by his choice. LOL. I’m gonna miss this cast and their shenanigans if nothing else. ;))
So, to the episode.
Obviously, violence therapy via hurting Klaus didn’t help Hope since it wasn’t not him she wanted to hurt, so Klaus obligingly wen to get Roman whom Antoinette had under guard, though that of course didn’t stop Klaus.
He then proceeded to advise her on torture techniques to maximise the effect, but she sent him away, not wanting him to watch her become a monster, I guess. Roman seemed to be really sorry and didn’t even plead for his life.
Of course, Antoinette turned to Elijah to save her little brother and Elijah raised the concerns of Hope’s humanity as well as triggering her werewolf gene with Klaus to no avail – but I think it was good/important that it was Hope’s own choice not to kill Roman as she realised that she couldn’t do it – so he and Antoinette coined a plot to give Hope another target for her rage and lured the Nazi vamps into a trap in the church under the guise of waging war against the ‘abominations’ where Hope screamed everyone dead.
(Oh, me of little faith, for a moment there I feared Elijah would truly side with Emmet & co. in the beginning. Fortunately, it didn’t happen.)
Unfortunately, not soon enough.
Namely, meanwhile Marcel was investigating what Emmet was up to and got caught into a trap by his witch and Emmet extracted his venom from him to use it against the Mikaelsons.
Josh, who had a new admirer, came to the rescue after seeing his voice mail, but got stabbed with a syringe straight in the heart and died. I fucking can’t even. I cried through anger. At least we saw him meeting Aiden in the afterlife, but still. GRRR.
(Although, since vampires/supernatural creatures now go to the afterlife, I guess they can also be brought back. Like Hayley? Come on?)
(Although (2), I don’t even know what they are doing with the mythology on this show anymore, it’s gone completely WTF.)
Speaking of mythology and death, Ivy and the witches woke up because they had vampire blood in their systems. How, I have no idea. Maybe they didn’t die right after being poisoned and Elijah made a generous donation? Although wouldn’t that have cured them and prevented them from dying altogether? Or had Vincent (?) sneaked it into their celebratory/ceremonial drinks beforehand?
Whatever, it doesn’t matter; the whole thing was a completely unnecessary recycling of the whole dilemma on whether or not to go through the transition and so we could watch Ivy die twice because she didn’t want to transition. That, and to add a new spin on mythology with the so-called ancestral well that fuels NOLA’s witches’ magic, but the ancestors live in limbo – albeit Ivy had visions of witch paradise, so Vincent found a way to release the ancestor’s from the well and, I guess, made her visions possible before she died, but it changed the nature of magic, which the witches will now draw from the earth itself.
What a mess, but I don’t even care.
Anyway, there was also Declan, struggling with his ‘black outs’ and partial memories (not compelled that well, I guess) and worrying whether he was going crazy like Sean and Kieran and thinking about getting answers in their journals – against Josh’s advice to leave it alone – which he was retrieving from the church and got caught up in Hope’s death rage blast.
Fortunately, Klaus felt benevolent and gave him his blood, so he lived. But his companion wasn’t so lucky and died, which triggered Hope’s werewolf gene after all.
Before that, Hope and Roman had a heart-to-heart about their families and sorrows and being alike and she cried on his shoulder and so on. Well, I guess, it’s nice they are kinda friends?
Antoinette is off to hide in Shanghai.
Marcel didn’t tell Klaus about Josh yet and had his private commemoration instead.
TL; DR: I liked that it was Hope’s choice not to kill Roman. And also that Elijah chose family after all and basically orchestrated Hope’s revenge (and his, perhaps) for Hayley and redeemed himself a little.
#The Originals#to s5#5.10: There in the Disappearing Light#the originals meta#my meta: the originals#excuse my typos i'm to lazy to proofread rn
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