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TRAVIS FIMMEL in DELIA'S GONE (2022)
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Delia's Gone: True Crime Murder Ballads Pt. 1
If you're a fan of old school folk, country, and jazz, chances are you've heard a song or two about Delia. But what you may not know is that these songs are inspired by real people. Songwriters through the years have taken varying degrees of creative license when telling the tale of Delia's fate, and the actual events surrounding her life and death are largely forgotten. She was a gambler in some versions, a prostitute in others. Today, the most well known version describes her as an evil woman whose luck ran out when she messed with the wrong guy.
In reality, Delia Green was a 14-year-old Black girl living in Savannah, Georgia in 1900 when she was shot and killed at a Christmas Eve party by 15-year-old Moses Houston. Intoxicated, Houston began publicly bragging to party goers about his sexual relationship with Green, using language to imply some sort of ownership over her. She denied it and rejected his claims, calling him a "son of a bitch" in the process. Ego bruised, he responded by shooting her in the groin. She succumbed to her injuries hours later, on Christmas day, and was buried in an unmarked grave in Savannah's Laurel Grove Cemetery. Houston was sentenced to life in prison, but only served 13 years before being granted parole.
Tragic circumstances like these often proved to be fertile grounds for songwriters, who rushed to use jaw-dropping breaking news stories to inspire fresh material. Though the original writers have been lost to time, Library of Congress field recordings suggest Delia Green was a popular lyrical subject from the time of her death until the end of the 1910s. While the tale of Green's murder fell out of favor for several decades, it returned with a vengeance by the middle of the century. Piedmont blues guitarist Blind Willie McTell recorded "Delia" and "Little Delia" in the 1940s, and Bahamas-based calypso musician Blake Alphonso Higgs recorded "Delia's Gone" in the 1950s. From there, the American folk music revival aroused a flurry of "Delia" covers, including from Pete Seeger, Bob Dylan, Josh White, and Burl Ives.
Johnny Cash released his own version in 1962, and another in 1994, the latter accompanied by a grotesquely glamorous Anton Corbijn-directed music video starring supermodel Kate Moss. Throughout the clip, Moss is posed dead-eyed beneath a noose and motionless at the bottom of a grave, dirt raining down on her. Cash, when not carrying Moss' lifeless body around, stands in a cemetery strumming his guitar, "DELIA" printed on the cross behind him. The song helped propel Cash's career comeback, with the LA Times proclaiming "Delia's Gone, But Man in Black's Back."
The recording itself is also particularly nasty. Adding verses that describe Delia as "cold and mean," Cash submits his actions as a blueprint for other men to follow: "So if your woman's devilish, you can let her run or you can bring her down and do her like Delia got done." While this rendition is particularly brutal considering the story behind the song, it's worth noting that this cold-hearted interpretation potentially matches the emotions of the moment more truthfully. During his confession, Houston reportedly exhibited zero remorse, saying he'd do it all over again if given the chance.
Not all versions are so cruel, however. Harry Belafonte released multiple stirring renditions, first in 1954 and again in 1967, lyrics rewritten to present the reason for Delia's mysterious absence as unknown. He also movingly covered the original in 1959, making him a particularly skilled interpreter of this story. And David Bromberg's 2016 re-recording is another standout among dozens of "Delia" performances.
In 2020, 120 years after her death, the non-profit Killer Blues Headstone Project raised the funds to finally deliver Green her own grave marker. It's a thoughtful tribute to the girl who has inspired countless musicians to pick up their guitar, but whose actual existence has been largely forgotten. So the next time you're singing along with "one more round, Delia's gone," remember the child whose death inspired those words. Rest in peace, Delia Green.
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Beetlejuice: wait- so the pink crystal wasn't a suppository? That explains why it hasn't dissolved, but hey the rock worked
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𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫; delia eveline rivers.
× pronouns: she/her × age: 28 × occupation: veterinarian × location: san diego × face claim: zoe barnard
𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞;
× river lea
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬;
× jake seresin - unspecified
× javy machado - friendly
𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧;
since delia was a little girl, she had known. since the very first time her cousin had told her that if you poured salt on a snail it would die, and she had cried for the remainder of the evening (to her mother's and aunt's great discontent), that she was going to be a veterinarian. a love for all living things, with slight exception sometimes for the biggest predator on earth, drove that need.
growing up in sunny san diego had its' perks for sure, but the need for experiencing all things that nature could offer drove delia to attend schools that were adjacent to rich nature and seasonal changes.
now, after 8 hard years of studies, delia has finally reached her dream. moving home to san diego felt natural, where she tends to domestic animals, and spends some of her days at the clinic for large animals. her pride and joy is the small house she managed to purchase, with the cozy backyard and small gardens that she spends time tending to in the cool evenings...
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The DHA writers forcefully putting some moments of Nina×Daniel by the end of S3:
Clip 1:
Nina: How everyone was so excited to see you. But nobody like me."
Magnus: Hello hello can we?"
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Clip 2:
Daniel: That's probably not the right moment to say this. But if we get out of here alive then I break up. "
Nina: What?"
Daniel: I had time to think. With us is there is no use. What? What did you say?"
Nina: Do you have something in your ears? I break up. "
Daniel: But."
Nina: It's over. How clearly do I have to say this?"
Daniel: I just don't understand."
Nina: You can't be serious."
Magnus: Hey. Hey hey. Nina Daniel do you hear me? Whatever is going on in your heads that's not real. Those are just you're fears. "
Daniel: It's over."
Magnus: No no no. You have to trust eachother. You are Nina and Daniel."
Nina: It's not over right?"
Daniel: Never."
Magnus: Okay we are done with this. Let's go."
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Clip 3:
Daniel: This is a castle from the middle age. They all have a similar outline."
Magnus: Yeah of course."
Nina: I have such smart boyfriend."
Magnus: Yeah. Pfui Deifel guys I'm sorry but this isn't the time for something like this. You are disgusting."
#das haus anubis#daniel gutenberg#nina martens#danina#magnus von hagen#felix gaber#delia seefeld#i mean they could have shown their love by nina searching for daniel when he was gone#but they decided to do this.#and then at the most unfitting moments haha#Magnus nina and Daniel are on their way to save Mara. Nina: This is the time to be romantic now.
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Delia’s Gone - Movie Review
TL;DR – It just felt like there was a big struggle to take this short story and adapt it to the big screen. The cast and location help, but they can only go so far.
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Rating: 2.5 out of 5.
Post-Credit Scene – There is no post-credit scene.Disclosure – I was sent a screener of this film.Warning – Contains scenes that may cause distress.
Delia’s Gone Review –
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The Top 10 Most Sold Books in the US
The Top 10 Most Sold Books in the U.S.
The following is a list of the top 10 most sold books in the U.S., as of May 2023. (These are all contemporary books)
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K. Rowling
The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown
Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James
The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson
Twilight by Stephenie Meyer
The Help…
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#Birthday Special 50 Percent Off#Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger#Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James#Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn#Harry Potter and the Sorcerer&039;s Stone by J.K. Rowling#The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown#The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins#The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson#The Help by Kathryn Stockett#The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins#The Top 10 Most Sold Books in the US#Twilight by Stephenie Meyer#Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens
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After Ash leaves (only planning to be gone for a few hours), Jessie does a really good job taking care of Pikachu! She puts all her nursing skills to practice and Pikachu starts feeling much better pretty quickly.
However, because Pikachu started feeling better, as soon as Jessie let him out of her sight, he made a break for it to go find Ash.
Once Jessie realizes Pikachu's gone she FREAKS out, not wanting to lose Ash's trust. She has to get Pikachu back without Ash knowing she let him get away.
Initially, Jessie's confident she'll get Pikachu back because of her prior experience of being able to find Pikachu. But she quickly realizes while she was always able to find Pikachu, she was never able to catch him.
She enlists James and Meowth's help, both of which are on their respective lunch breaks. She gets James without alerting Delia (she want's Delia to be proud of her for gaining Ash's trust too).
Just like the old days they trail Pikachu, using less aggressive and scary contraptions to try catch him. Every attempt, also much like the old days, results in a blast off. Luckily, they don't blast off too far since Pikachu's not at full health.
James and Meowth's lunch breaks come to an end, so they have to leave Jessie to her own devices. She makes one last valiant attempt to get Pikachu back but fails once more.
Pikachu finds Ash in a clearing, but before he can go to him, he notices Jessie behind him, distraught and defeated. He's never seen her give up like this before. He approaches her and notices she has tears welling up in her eyes.
She gets a bit bitey, telling him to just go on and go to Ash. She'll just have to wait for another chance to regain Ash's trust. Pikachu realizes how much this means to her. He hops into her lap to make her feel better, then toddles over in the direction of the house, beckoning Jessie to follow him.
They return home, before Ash and he's none the wiser. Also very impressed at how much healthier Pikachu looks already.
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Poster And Trailer For DELIA’S GONE Starring Stephan James & Marisa Tomei
Poster And Trailer For DELIA’S GONE Starring Stephan James & Marisa Tomei
Vertical has released these official poster and trailer for DELIA’S GONE
Watch the gripping and emotional trailer here in this video below!
Directed by Robert Budreau
Starring Stephan James, Marisa Tomei, Paul Walter Hauser & Travis Fimmel
In Theaters Nationwide August 19, 2022
Delia’s Gone follows Louis (Stephen James), who has an intellectual disability and lives with his older sister Delia…
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TRAVIS FIMMEL in DELIA'S GONE (2022)
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Jamie is a Shameless Flirt, pt 2
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James took a deep breath and let it out slow, then lifted the videophone receiver and slowly punched in Professor Oak’s number.
He didn’t have to wait long.
“James!” The professor greeted him with a smile. “I was hoping you might call.”
“…Professor Oak.”
“I told you, call me Sam, please,” the older man chuckled. Behind him, Meowth leaped gracefully up on the laboratory bench and glowered in James’ direction.
“…Professor,” James replied. He launched into the speech he’d rehearsed after Meowth outlined all the reasons dating the man was a bad idea that guaranteed a bunch of wacky shenanigans everyone could do without. “Listen – I was a teeny bit sloshed, and I was in drag, and Jamie’s just a character I like to have fun with, so –”
“…Oh.” He winced at Professor Oak’s disappointed look. “Well, that’s too bad. I was hoping to get to know you better over dinner…”
James forced a laugh. “Well, there’s only one place in town, and I work there…”
“I was thinking more along the lines of Viridian City,” Professor Oak continued. James straightened at that. Dinner someplace fancy? Behind the professor, Meowth frowned and shook his head furiously at him. “But since you aren’t interested…”
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“Are you out of your mind?”
Jessie pulled a face at him across the kitchen table. “Professor Twerp? Isn’t he a grandpa?”
“Sam is a gentleman who sees a lady home safely,” James retorted haughtily, taking a sip of coffee. He arched his eyebrow and gave her a sidelong glance. “Unlike certain rude little boys who unceremoniously eject their guests because they can’t control themselves.”
Jessie turned bright red. “You were the one who made her all sexy!” she hissed. She crossed her arms and scowled. “I can’t believe you’re going through with this. You can’t possibly like him.”
“I don’t have to like him,” James shot back. “He’s taking me to dinner, Jess. I’m going somewhere nice to eat a meal I didn’t cook.” He nodded at her girlfriend, currently folding laundry on the countertop. “Delia knows what I mean.”
“Yeah, where’s he taking you, the Early Bird Special?” Jessie asked sarcastically. “I will bet you ten – no, I’ll bet you twenty Pokébucks you’re home by eight with a cup of hot cocoa.”
“I’ll happily take twenty dollars of your student loan money,” James laughed. “Have it ready next Saturday morning.”
“Jessie? Sweetie?”
Both former Team Rocket members looked up. Delia hadn’t turned around, and when she next spoke, her voice was strangely flat.
“Could you take these clean clothes upstairs for me? I’d like to speak to James alone.”
Jessie and James exchanged glances before Jessie rose and took the basket of laundry out of the room. Once she was gone, Delia turned, leaning back against the counter as she crossed her arms.
“I don’t care what Jamie did after a few glasses of wine,” she said quietly. “And we did kick you out so that we could…” She nodded at the ceiling. “…you know. But if this is just a big joke to you, don’t do it. Samuel Oak is a dear friend of mine, and he’s very important to Ash.” She shook her head at him slightly, her expression putting ice in his veins. “Don’t play with his heart.”
“Delia – I –” James swallowed and had another sip of coffee – his mouth had gone dry all of a sudden. “Look, all that with Jessie…” He wilted under her steely gaze. “Look, I was going to tell him I wasn’t interested, but he wants to take me out. No one ever wants to take me out.” He gazed into his mug. “I know the three of us have wine nights, and now and then we all go dancing, but sometimes I feel…”
He risked looking at her. Delia’s expression had softened slightly, and she was nodding.
“I understand,” she answered. “But – I mean it, James. I’d never look at you the same way if you were cruel to him.”
“I won’t, I promise!” James insisted. “He was nice to me. I’m not mean to people who are nice to me.” Getting up, he crossed the room and placed his arms gently on her shoulders. “And you know that I’d never want to do anything to jeopardise our friendship, Delia.”
Delia let out a sigh. Finally, she smiled up at him. “Okay. I trust you.”
James nodded. “You’ll see. By this time next week, I’ll have had a free – but boring – dinner, Jessie’ll have an extra twenty Pokédollars, Professor Oak will be thoroughly disillusioned, and everything will be back to normal.”
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Meowth scowled as his human housemate tried on various combinations of shirts and pants, fretting over which ones looked best. “Thought you was only doing this for the free dinner?”
James cast him a sour look. “Excuse me for wanting to look nice in front of your boss.” He settled on a pair of chinos and a white shirt.
“Yeah, he is my boss,” Meowth growled, “and I gotta look him in the eye Monday morning, so no funny business.” James rolled his eyes and applied some cologne. Meowth sneezed as it wafted his way. The doorbell rang and James flinched.
“Get that, will you?” he said, a note of panic in his voice. “I haven’t even decided what shoes to wear!”
Grumbling under his breath, Meowth trudged to the front door, jumped up on the end table, and tugged on the handle.
“Hey there, Prof,” he mumbled, moving to let the older man in. He gestured through to the den. “Have a seat. His Majesty’ll be right out.”
“Thank you, Meowth.” The professor settled himself on the couch, laying the bouquet of flowers he’d brought carefully on the coffee table. He plucked a comb from the pocket of his sport coat and ran it through his hair. Meowth slunk into the den and eyed him suspiciously from behind the armchair. He didn’t like the flowers or the sport coat or the black shirt which looked kinda tight on the prof but in a flattering way. And here he’d done everything he could to try and stop any shenanigans from shenaniganing.
His ears twitched at the sound of a door opening and closing down the hall.
“Yoo-hoo.”
Professor Oak stood up, taking the bouquet with him. James stepped into the den, leather jacket slung over one shoulder.
“Well!” The professor looked up at him. “You certainly look handsome.” He looked down at the flowers. “I, er, I wasn’t sure who I’d be taking to dinner…but I suppose these are for you.”
“Ooh.” James giggled and Meowth frowned. “Oh, these are expensive.” He blushed. “Sam, you shouldn’t have.” He turned to the surly Scratch-Cat. “Meowth, be a dear and put these in some water, will you?”
With a growl, Meowth snatched the flowers out of James’ grasp.
“Shall we?” Professor Oak asked, offering James his arm.
“Let’s,” James answered. He petted Meowth roughly on the head. “Don’t wait up now!”
Meowth followed them to the entrance, frowning again as the professor opened James’ door for him. “I ain’t never gonna sleep tonight.”
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“Thanks for coming, honey.” Delia glanced up anxiously at the clock again. It was almost time to open up, and there was still no sign of James.
“Oh I’m not missing this,” Jessie replied with a smirk. “I want my twenty bucks.”
“If James doesn’t show up soon, I’m going to need you to be a server,” Delia warned. “I’ll have to do all the cooking.”
“I dunno what to tell ya, Delia,” Meowth remarked from the counter. He had another mouthful of milk. “He was at home this morning and he left before I did.”
The back door flew open.
“Sorry I’m late!” James called. He snatched his apron from its peg and put it on. “Let me just get ready –”
As he made for the kitchen, Jessie leaned over and hooked him by the collar. “Hold it right there, mister. We all want to know how your date went.”
A dreamy look came over James’ face.
“Oh it was a magical evening,” he drawled, resting his chin in his hand. “He took me to this swanky Kalosian restaurant, and then we went for a walk in the park. And then we drove down to Route 21, and the moonlight was shining on the water…”
“Aww…”
Delia glanced at Jessie. She was mirroring her former team-mate’s posture, a goofy smile on her face. Note to self – take Jessie to Route 21 after sunset. Dressed as guy(?)
James pushed himself off the counter and began to saunter back and forth. “And we just talked and talked and talked…”
“Yeah, what about?” Meowth asked sourly.
“Poetry,” James retorted good-naturedly. “And Grass-types. And overly affectionate Pokémon. And Ash.” He scratched the cat behind his ears. “And you.” He crossed his arms and shot Jessie a smug look. “And you owe me twenty Pokédollars, because I didn’t get home till after midnight. No hot cocoa involved.”
Jessie looked to Meowth for confirmation. The cat shrugged.
“I hate to say it, but he’s right,” he declared. “Pay the man, Jess.”
“You know, I’m not even mad,” Jessie chuckled, reaching for her purse. A teasing note entered her voice as she handed over the cash. “You’re sweet on a grandpa.”
James giggled. “You know, I think I am,” he admitted. “Did I tell you he brought me flowers?”
“Midnight’s not so late,” Delia remarked. She arched an eyebrow at James, her smile belying her serious boss act. “So why are you, Mr. Sasaki? Explain yourself.”
“Oh, I had to drop Sam’s jeep back to the corral,” James replied. “I wound up driving him home.” He looked away coyly. “He wasn’t really in any shape to.”
“Really?” Delia asked in surprise. “That’s not like him.” She chuckled. “I suppose it has been a while since he had a night out, he probably doesn’t know his limits anymore.”
Delia – as most people would, in her position – assumed that the blank look which appeared on James’ face was just one of his many himbo moments. Jessie and Meowth, on the other hand, understood loud and clear, with the latter just managing not to spit milk across the restaurant.
“Oh – yes,” James laughed nervously. “We brought a bottle of wine with us to Route 21 and he had a few too many. That, that is definitely what happened.” He looked past her at the clock. “Is that the time, I’d better get in that kitchen!”
Delia turned to look, jumped a little at the time, and quickly headed to the front door to open up. Behind her, Jessie and Meowth exchanged a wordless glance.
So much for looking the prof in the eye come Monday morning.
We are never telling her.
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I WANT YOUR MIDNIGHTS BLURB #5
MIDNIGHT DO-OVER // OSCAR PIASTRI
Warnings: mentions of alcohol
The party is clearing out. You breathe a soft sigh of relief. It had been fun, but it’s nearing 2am, and you’re exhausted. You’d have gone home already if you could, but you’re staying at Oscar’s apartment in the guest room. Up until 10 minutes ago, said guest room was occupied with everyone’s coats. There’s still one in there. Someone will probably claim it tomorrow.
You’re standing at his kitchen counter, scrubbing something sticky off the granite. Probably champagne- you can vaguely remember someone letting out a yelp just before midnight, and a scramble to refill a glass. You yawn, leaning on the edge of the countertop.
“You don’t have to do that, you know,” Oscar says from the doorway of the kitchen.
For the first time in hours, it’s just you and him. You’d both been so busy hosting the party that you’d barely seen him. You wonder, momentarily, where he was when the clock struck midnight. Did he kiss someone? Maybe the girl you overheard talking about him earlier in the night? You scrub the counter harder.
“It’ll just get stickier overnight,” you tell him.
He hums and walks closer. “Come on. You didn’t come all the way here to spend it cleaning my counters.”
You laugh and roll your eyes. He grabs your wrist, pulls the sponge from your fingers, and drops it in the sink.
“Seriously,” he says. “That’s a shit way to start your year.”
You laugh as he pulls you out of the kitchen. He flops down onto the sofa, and you follow suit. His arm rests on the back of the couch, fingers almost brushing your shoulder. You pull one knee up to your chest.
“Did you have a good time?” He asks, voice soft.
You nod. “Yeah, Oz, of course I did. Did you?”
He nods. “Couldn’t find you, though. At midnight.”
“I was on the balcony, I ended up in the corner,” you tell him. Then you blink. “What were you doing looking for me, anyways? Weren’t you busy, didn’t you have some pretty girl to be kissing?”
Oscar is staring at you, brown eyes soft and wide. Suddenly, your heart twists in your chest. His hand slides off the back of the couch, fingers brushing against your bare shoulder. It’s so quiet in the apartment that you can hear his breaths.
“Why do you think I was looking for you?” He asks.
Your heart kicks up in your chest, face growing hot. “Me?”
He nods. “You know, all day, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About midnight and fresh starts and… I wanted it to be you. But I was scared.”
You swallow, dart your gaze to the clock. “It’s 1:59,” you tell him.
His face falls. “It’s late, huh. Sorry, I-“
“No, it’s- it’s 1:59, which is 11:59 somewhere, right?” You’re trying not to hold your breath. “It’s almost midnight somewhere-“
He turns to look at the clock just as the numbers change. Before you can blink, he’s leaning in. He cups your face in his hands, gently, and presses his lips to yours. It’s sweet and soft, like you’ve always imagined. His thumb strokes your cheek as he pulls away, his own cheeks bright pink. There are no fireworks outside, no champagne toasts, no announcer on the TV, but it’s perfect because it’s him. It was too short, that’s the only thing wrong with the kiss.
“Happy New Year,” he says breathily.
You just lean back in and kiss him again.
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Imperial
[Paul Atreides x F!Reader] 1468 words
Paul Atreides, Duke of Arakkis, takes the hand of the Emperor’s eldest daughter for the throne, yet neither are pleased. They know they must learn to be civil, but what will it cost them…
Tags: post-Dune 2, strays from book canon, no use of y/n, dune typical everything, Corinno!Reader, slow burn, enemies to lovers kind of? (More strangers to lovers tbh) ARRANGED MARRIAGE TROPE, not proofread LOL
Warnings: mild use of the voice on reader. Dune typical themes, motifs, and actions. Jessica being Jessica….
A/n: this chapter goes from 0 to 100 plot wise: be ready >:) sorry 4 whiplash… || Thank you for all the support! I upload these chapters as i write them so apologies for the spontaneous new chapters. My request are open for one shots and more!
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Three———
The following weeks with the Atreides are spent planning, discussing politics, and all the while you continued to silently observe Paul and his mother.
There are two things you are certain of. One, Bene Geserit have been at work, a congregation of women who you have always been weary of, and two—their plan had gone horribly wrong. Paul was the byproduct of a story not of his own which he, or should I say his mother, has appropriated for political power.
“Abomination”
Your fathers truth sayer’s words ring through you ears. You are terrified for what is to come, you gaze out of your bedroom window at the sloshing sea lapping at the edges of the cliff.
The nightmares about your soon to be home still plagued your nights, you were getting less and less sleep and as the wedding grew nearer your exhaustion grew with it. You prayed Arrakis would kill you quick.
You and paul spent hours in the Caladan meeting room, discussing the various political forces across the galaxy, alone and with both the Atreides and Imperial advisors. the details were complex, and Paul's understanding of the universe was quickly expanding by the day.
He learned about the various noble houses, the political factions within the houses, the imperial courts and their complex bureaucracy, and the many conflicting religions and belief systems across the galaxy.
This was just the basic information. the true power came from analyzing and understanding the social complexities and hidden motivations of the various players. Paul knows he must oblige with the current way things are running before slowly putting his own reforms and systems in place.
As you taught him the complex workings of the imperium and its politics, you realized his intelligence was unmatched. It was as if he absorbed the information like a sponge, taking it all in and putting it to use. his natural abilities coupled with his hard work and dedication made him a formidable political force.
You sensed that his thirst for knowledge and a desire to understand what drove the universe was insatiable, just as yours was.
You had grown closer to Paul but your shared disinterest in the Marriage lingered. You did not care for marrying a stranger, that was bound to happen, it was the circumstances of your engagement that lit an unpleasant fire in you. Paul, on the other hand, was clearly longing for something, someone, he knew he could not obtain.
You both were children who were manipulated, selected, and bred for this. And now as adults you must face your unnerving future.
Duty is everything in this world.
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The day of the wedding was a week away, but the planning began much earlier. The ceremony was highly anticipated by the imperial court and the noble houses. rumors were rampant, various debates and gossip spread like wildfire. It was clear that this wedding was much more than a marriage of political convenience. It was a pivotal event for the empire, one that everyone would be watching closely and analyzing under a microscope.
As you walked to the dining hall, Delia at you side making occasional small talk, you mind was racing. You had compiled a highly educated theory based on observation and the small bits of Benne Geserit secrets you sister had let you in on. You were determined to gather more data to support this.
Jessica sat at the head of the table, Paul sat to her right and you sat to his left. The three of you were discussing the political ramifications of the wedding, how they would be viewed by the various noble houses and imperial courts. Your discussion was respectful and polite, but under the surface there was a tension, a subtle underlying pressure, that nobody acknowledged but was very present. After clearing her throat and waved the guards out of the room.
Your stomach dropped as she looked to you "Now, there's one other matter we've yet to discuss." She turns her attention towards you and looks straight at you, with a serious look on her face.
Jessica continues. "I am aware you understand the political nature of this union, and you understand the political implications of the ceremony itself. But what isn't discussed enough is the reality and expectation of the marriage after the ceremony. The two of you are to consummate the marriage immediately after, and the child that results from it will have enormous political implications. Do you understand what i'm saying?"
You almost choke on your wine at her boldness. Paul glances at you, he is alert to the seriousness in her tone, the way she is careful to drive home this specific point.
Still watching your reaction, she finally resumes speaking. "The consummation is expected to immediately produce a child. The pressure will be immense, and I am asking you to treat this with the upmost seriousness. The birth of the child will create a political shift that will alter the galaxy for generations. I trust you understand the gravity of the situation at hand? Correct?”
You take a large swig from your wine glass. “May I speak freely?”
"Yes, by all means, speak freely.”
You take a deep breath. “I have not been trained by the Bene Geserit like my sister so I am not privy in the ways” you pause. “But from my observations I have compiled a theory. There is a plan, a plan greater than us all. And you, Lady Jessica, set that plan on fire by giving the late Duke Leto a male heir. Yet they allowed you to become a Reverend mother after disobeying the high order.” You pause, watching her reaction. “Now you must scramble to solidify your disobedience into the prophecy”
Jessica is frozen for a few moments, eyes locked on your own, trying to hide the surprise you've seen through. It's clear that you've struck a nerve here.
Paul leans forward, his eyes locking onto yours. "This is impressive. Very impressive." there's a glimmer of admiration in his eyes, and the slightest of smiles tugs at the corner of his mouth.
“I assume I am correct then?” You look between the two
Jessica finally nods, a hint of a proud smile on her face. "You have struck at the very heart of it. My disobedience is not my own, Paul was set to be the bridge between the Bene Geserit and Atreides... and the imperium's entire future. And because of my actions, that entire future has been brought upon us prematurely. We have a plan, it is true. I will ensure that paul's inheritance of the empire remains intact. But you are key to that plan, and you must comply with my direction on this matter."
“Tell me everything.” You demand, your temper growing short as your heart starts beating faster and faster. “This is my life and the legacy of the Imperium!”
She leans forward, her intense gaze meeting yours. there's a firmness in her eyes, and she speaks with a sense of conviction. "Listen to me; if you wish to ensure your safety and the safety of Paul and the empire, then you will need to trust me. Do you trust me?"
“No!” You yell, “You made your son a false prophet and I refuse to go along with it until I am aware of every detail of this plan.”
“Calm yourself and listen” Jessica demands, her voice is dark and distorted. You are enchanted instantly—She has used the voice.
“Mother…” Paul says, guilt pricks at his soul as he watches your face go blank, but Jessica ignores him.
"I will not tell you everything at this very moment, but trust me, you will see it all in time. Just like I have, just like Paul has. There are some things that are necessary to keep from you until that time. I will tell you what you need to know, nothing more and nothing less. does that sound acceptable to you?"
Her hold on you breaks and you look to the mother and son in disgust. Everything about this woman is fabricated so she may complete her plan, a ploy in which you are just a mere stepping stone. Rage runs through your entire body with such velocity that you feel sick. You sit in silence.
“Do. You. Understand?” Paul’s voice is stern and startles you and you nod your head.
“Good” Jessica says flatly.
You turn your head to look out the window, closing your eyes while taking a deep breath you attempt to collect yourself. Paul and Jessica are staring into you. You can feel it.
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jesterrr!!! my lovey dovey!! congrats on 200 !!
for the event, i was thinking perhaps ace + cowboy casanova would be a good match… heheh 🤠 no specifics in mind; do whatever you’d like!
i hope you have tons of fun with this event! ♥️
pairings: cowboy!ace x gn!reader
word count: 2.4k words
contents: cowboy ace, saloon worker reader, riding under the stars, fluff, flirting, ace is a sweetheart, first kiss, ace has a southern accent and so do you, nicknames used: sugar, sweetheart, darlin’
note: HAAAAIII LIV THANK YOU SO MUCH <33 i had so much fun with this request. i didnt know how badly i needed ace with a southern accent before i started writing this but zoo wee mama…. hes so…. hehe. i hope you enjoy reading this! <33 thank you so much for the request :3
playlist: cowboy casanova - carrie underwood
“He’s a good time Cowboy Casanova, leanin’ up against the record machine.”
done for the 200 followers event!!
The sun was down and the saloon was full. Your feet ached in your boots as you carried another round of drinks to a nearby table, offering a sweet smile and a nod to the folks sitting around it. The night was young, and you were already exhausted with the sudden influx of guests. You didn’t know why your dingy little town was so busy, considering it didn’t have much besides a ranch or two to its name, but it was flooded nonetheless.
Whiskey flowed like water here. You were nothing but a provider to the poor parched souls who wound up on your doorstep.
It had been a year since you started working at Dusty’s Saloon, aptly named for the dust that usually settled itself along the bar, and not once had it ever been so hectic. Of course, there was a fight every so often. You couldn’t mix men and beer without one brewing at least once a week. This, though? This was brand new. You caught sight of a few folks brandishing an emblem you didn’t recognize, either around their necks, on their belt buckle, or most surprisingly, tattooed on their body. Delia, your more privy coworker, would probably know what it meant. You would ask her if you had a second to yourself, but considering how the night was going, you doubted you would be able to.
“And here you are.” You set your final two tankards down on a table, meeting their thankful grins with one of your own, before you settled behind the bar. There was a short lull in your workload. Your boss was busy in the back, likely smoking, and you took the opportunity to take a short breather without one of his sharp reprimands.
If you got time to lean, you got time to clean, he’d say. If you ever heard that bullshit again, you’d show him what for, you swore on it. With a sigh, you started cleaning one of the glasses.
“Now, what’s got a pretty young thing like you lookin’ so down?”
You jumped, nearly dropping the rag you were working with. There, leaning against the counter, stood the most handsome man you had ever seen. His hair was black, deep black. The kind that looked inky under the light, styled short in the front and long in the back. He wore a tasseled vest, the musculature of his arms on display for all to see. You must have been staring because he flexed a little, his biceps bulging. When your eyes found his face, you were stunned by the constellations of freckles scattered across his cheeks and the friendly smile that adorned his lips.
“Like what you see, sweetheart?” He cocked his head to the side.
It was embarrassing that you were so easy to read. Frowning, you narrowed your eyes and gestured to the spirits behind you. “What’ll you have?”
“Don’t be like that, sugar, I was only sayin’ hi.” The man put his hands up in fake surrender, a playful gleam in his eyes. The spurs of his boots jingled when he readjusted himself against the bar.
“If you were just sayin’ hi, you’d be gone already.” You couldn’t help it when your lips twitched upwards ever so slightly. He was cute and he knew it, that was the most dangerous kind of man. Lucky for him, you didn’t mind a little danger.
He ignored you and tipped the brim of his hat. “Name’s Ace.” When he was met with silence and crossed arms, he continued, “Normally, this is where you give me your name.”
“Well, you ain’t gettin’ it.”
Eyes still sparkling, Ace grinned. “Well, fair’s fair. I tried. Have a good night. Come find me if you change your mind, alright, sugar?”
“I won’t,” You called back, knowing it was a lie. He must’ve known too, because he shot you a wink before settling at a far table to sip on his drink. Cocky bastard.
It wasn’t until you started cleaning a glass did you realize a smile had split your face right in two. You felt your face warm. Too easy to read, indeed. Ace probably knew you were putty in his hands from the first hello.
You heard a whisper of your voice from the backroom. Delia was looking at you from the crack in the door, hurriedly gesturing you over. Fond, you rolled your eyes and tucked your rag into your belt loop.
“”What d’ya need, Delia?”
Before you could blink, she pulled you into the room by your lapels. It took a second for your eyes to adjust to the dim candlelight in the back, and another second to register that your friend was looking at you with a mix of fear and disbelief.
“What do you think you’re doin’ talkin’ to Fire Fist Ace?” Delia whisper-yelled.
You blinked a few times before gently unclenching her fingers from your jacket. “Fire Fist who? Honey, I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”
Grabbing the back of your head, she focused your attention on the man who was pestering you at the bar. He had fallen asleep in his chair. A smile wormed its way onto your face at the sight.
“Him! Fire Fist Ace, one of Whitebeard’s boys. You don’t mess around with one of his,” She exclaimed.
“Whitebeard’s boys? I thought they were two towns over.”
“No, dummy, they’re right here in our town stirrin’ up all sorts of nonsense.” Delia turned you by your shoulders and looked you dead in the eye. “Listen to me now, Y/N, you don’t mess around with Fire Fist Ace. Girls, boys, anyone, he’ll go for ‘em all and he’ll use you and leave you out to dry. That’s what I hear.”
“Yeah, well you hear all sorts of stuff. Not all of it’s true.”
You tried not to flinch when Delia gasped so loud, a few heads turned in your direction. “Do not tell me you’re thinkin’ of foolin’ around with that boy.”
With a sheepish grin, you ducked out of her hold and spun back out to the bar. “No promises, Delia.”
Ignoring her scandalized expression, you found yourself waiting tables again. When you found yourself near Ace’s table, you set a cup of fine whiskey at his side. The chilled glass met his skin, waking him with a start.
“Oh, it’s just you, sugar,” He drawled. Ace looked down at the whiskey, smile still in place. “I didn’t order this.”
“The name’s Y/N, and it’s on the house.”
His index finger trailed circles along the rim of the glass as he stared up at you. “Pretty name for a pretty little thing like you. I like it.”
You snickered, “Didn’t ask if you liked it, though I can’t say I’m not flattered”
“Why don’t you come ridin’ with me tonight?” A few of the men at nearby tables snorted and you were reminded of his reputation. Did you really want to get involved with someone who’d only break your heart? To your surprise, the answer felt obvious. You cocked your hip to the side and gave him a smile.
“You’re lucky you’re cute, cowboy.”
The grin that bloomed across his face was boyish and sweet. “Darlin’, you’ve made me the happiest man on earth.”
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It was late by the time you finished cleaning up. The crowd had left, likely back to Whitebeard’s camp, wherever that was. Delia left an hour ago, but not before giving you a disappointed frown. Fine, she could be disappointed all she wanted. You were ready for the whirlwind romance you’d been denied your whole life. You were young, it was time to take a chance, and if that chance was on a cowboy you met a few hours ago, so be it.
Said cowboy was asleep in his chair with his hat over his eyes. A bit of drool trickled from the corner of his mouth and onto his vest. Now that the bar wasn’t blocking you from his lower half, you noticed his belt buckle sported the same emblem as the other patrons. He was one of Whitebeard’s boys, that was for sure. A bit of trepidation swirled in your chest, easily snuffed out when you remembered how kind he’d been all night. Here's to hoping your gut was right, and Ace was the gentleman you believed him to be.
You gave him a gentle shake. Ace snorted before cracking an eye open and taking off his hat to run a hand through his hair. “Mornin’, sugar.”
“It’s the middle of the night,” You laughed.
“‘S mornin’ somewhere,'' He slurred, still half-asleep.
Giggling, you poked his cheek. “C’mon, wake up. What about that ride, cowboy?”
That got his attention. Ace perked up like a dog that just heard the word ‘treat.’ His hat was skewed, and he adjusted it with one hand, the other wrapping around your shoulders to lead you out the door. “You’re gonna have the time of your life, sugar, I can promise you that.”
You clenched your fists to keep your nerves at bay. This was so unlike you, going off with a stranger in the dead of night. Ace seemed to notice your anxiety and gave you a squeeze, body warm against your own. It was comforting. You sighed, leaning into his embrace as you approached his horse. It had a beautiful brown coat, the same color as his eyes, and black mane, almost matching his own. Once, Delia had joked that all cowboys resembled their horses. It wasn’t until you were staring at Ace under the starlight did you start to believe something so ridiculous.
You doubted he’d consider it a compliment if you compared him to a horse, so you held your tongue.
His horse whinnied when she saw you. Ace placed a comforting hand on the side of her neck, smoothing out her fur. “Hush, girl. Don’t you worry now, they’re sweet like you.”
You slid next to him and elbowed him in the ribs. “You never know, I could be gettin’ you alone just to kill you.”
Ace snickered, “Wouldn’t be the first, wouldn’t be the last, but you would be the prettiest.”
“Oh, quiet now.” A flush heated your cheeks as you lightly slapped him on the shoulder.
He seemed proud of himself for flustering you. With a practiced ease, Ace hefted himself into the saddle and scooted up so there was room for you. Patting the seat, he gave you a grin. “Need a hand, sugar?”
You had never ridden a horse before, you weren’t above admitting it. Sighing, you took his hand and tried not to think about how easily he lifted you with one arm, even with your foot in the stirrup. Once you were in the saddle, you wrapped your arms around Ace’s waist to steady yourself. He gave your thigh a final pat, then let out a loud yip, and the horse was off.
Without permission, a laugh bubbled out of your throat. You squeezed Ace, anxiety mixing with pure, unadulterated joy as the wind whipped your hair. Stars glittered overhead, the full moon casting the landscape in a silver glow. Ace was warm, and the night air was cold. Unable to stand the chill, you buried your face between his shoulder blades, ignoring the rumble of a chuckle that shook his entire body.
“Havin’ fun back there?” A bit of genuine concern leaked into his tone. “Need me to slow down?”
You wondered if he could feel your body shaking. Not from fear, but from excitement.
“Faster!” You cried.
Ace whooped, “Yeehaw!”
Laughing at the cliche, you felt your stomach drop as his horse picked up speed, dashing out of town and into the plains. The sound of hooves on hard ground echoed in your head. Adrenaline sang in your veins, making you dizzy and desperate for more. The two of you rode like this for a while before the horse slowed to a canter with an easy pull of her reins and a click of Ace’s tongue.
“Where are we?”
Ace looked back, excitement evident on his face. “Took you somewhere special to look at the stars.”
At his words, you looked up to see the entire night sky open in front of you. Countless clusters of stars formed webs, intertwining with one another in a sea of purple and blue. There were no clouds to block the view, it was a perfectly clear night, save for a few wisps here and there. You couldn’t help but gasp at the sight.
Ace slid off the saddle and offered you his hand. “Hey. No peekin’”
“How can I not? It’s beautiful.”
Unlike before when he only pulled you by your arm into the saddle, Ace’s hands gently gripped you by the waist and lifted you with an ease you weren’t expecting. You were no waif, but he was deceptively strong. He looked down at you with soft eyes, smoothing out a few strands of wind blown hair with his palm.
“You’re beautiful, sugar.”
“Why do you keep calling me that if you know my name?”
His eyes flickered to your lips. “‘Cause you’re sweet.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’ve been mouthy all damn night.”
“A man can dream.”
With that, he kissed you, lips pressed softly against yours. He tasted like whiskey and he smelled like a hearth. Cozy and warm, like home. To your surprise, the kiss was chaste, over almost as soon as it began. Ace’s cheeks were bright red when he looked down at you.
“I heard you were a real casanova, surely you can kiss better than that,” You teased the already flustered man.
Ace’s blush darkened. “Where’d you hear that?”
“Around.”
He snickered at your non-answer. “Every cowboy’s got a reputation for rollin’ around in the hay. Can I be honest with you?”
“I hope you’ve been bein’ honest with me all night, but I suppose it’s better late than never.”
Leaning down until his breath ghosted across your cheek, he whispered, “That was my first kiss.”
You smirked and pulled him closer until the two of you were nose to nose. “I think now’s as good a time as ever to get some practice in.”
“And the next night, and the next night,” Ace asked, a hopeful gleam in his eyes.
“And the night after that,” You said, bringing him in for a kiss.
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"Gone for 24 hours and not only is Ross gone, but so is Scarlett, Moon, and Delia. Dang what the Hell happened while I was gone??? GUYS I WAS GONE FOR 24 HOURS. A day! How did this happen?!"
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