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Sometimes i forget that Delilah/Breanna aren't 100% canon to everyone bc of "ambiguous relationship" part and some people not wanting to see them as bi & lesbian

And it drives me insane

Everytime i see fic where Delilah or Breanna call each other friends while being alone (or in their own thoughts) I want to bite 😭😭 Something or someone

I sit here and think "Breanna sacrificing 10+ years or her life to save Delilah from her death AND falling on her knees for her is so friendly fr"

I'm okay with people who think that they're way too toxic or something/"Delilah can't love" but Breanna is a walking fruit basket. She radiates "gay".

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Sorry for whole essay about Bree and Del but my anonymous ass trusts that you'd understand me at least to some degree bc you ship them

Hope ur doing well, sending best wishes for the week lol

HI ANON YOU CANNOT IMAGINE THE AMOUNT OF SEARCHING I DID FOR THIS. anyway. okay... deep breath... yeah, i know, it drives me insane as well. although i haven't come across a Hot Take like that in ages, most likely because i was blocking on sight for this. "not 100% canon to everyone" have we played the same game? maybe it's easy for me to say because i myself am a wlw and i KNOW yuri when i see one. it is really hard for me to imagine how can one look at the way breanna and delilah talk to each other and fail to spot the profound pinning.

• delilah saying "murderer! you can't understand what she meant to me", when you kill breanna in front of her. • delilah saying "you're the only one i trust". • delilah swinging her sword at you with "this is for what you did to breanna", in the last mission. • a with in the royal conservatory saying "breanna was with delilah when you were sucking on your mother's tit. it's not a joke to them" • breanna's surprise when she spots corvo "a man? here?!" is truly a Peak Lesbian Moment. - i could go on and on.

OHHH AND THE LETTER. THE LETTER!! it makes me lose my mind every time i read it!! whatever breanna had going on in there is more lesbian than eating pussy.

"When we can't talk, I write. There are things only you will understand. (...) If we were together, I could say more! It is as if I can see beyond the air, into another time or place. (...) Oh, Delilah, strange and beautiful whispers are carried on the breeze. I am forever grateful of being your instrument." >>> i'm madly in love with you.

how can you read this and go hmm yeah they were definitely besties! MUST EVERYTHING BE DIRECT FOR YOU PEOPLE?? sorry to disappoint, but that's not how sapphics express attraction. learn to read between the lines. because this, too, is yuri.

and the wiki page is to blame for the "ambiguous" part. BECAUSE HARVEY SMITH DIDN'T SAY "AMBIGUOUS". HE DID NOT. harvey confirmed their relationship some time back in 2016, but since then he deleted all of his tweets and we were left with no elaboration. and as for now it is almost impossible to find sources. "almost". he-he. wink. i saved that from a tumblr post god knows how long ago and couldn't find the op. if anyone knows who to credit for this, i'd be grateful.

does "i totally assumed that" equal uncertainty? maybe my non-native ass is missing something, but it all seems very clear to me.

which makes "some people not wanting to see them as bi & lesbian" part even more frustrating. they are both indisputably queer! and that being stated by the dev and not in the game itself is not an excuse to deny their sexuality and ship breanna with men.

harvey's tweet and in-game lines combined should be enough evidence to prove that delilah and breanna were, in fact, lovers, and if anyone says otherwise, it's a conscious choice to deny/ignore it for whatever reasons, not because there isn't enough evidence for their relationship. believe me, anon, i share every drop of irritation you have in double.

and "delilah can't love" is another very big topic where i could talk for hours and i would rather not make this reply any longer than it has to be. i already ranted quite a lot here haha. anyway, ty for the ask! :] i'm always happy to write mini-essays about delilah and breanna. i hope you have a great day as well!!

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fandom-blackhole · 1 year

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Hi! If your doing the mash up thing

Can you do Boba, fennec and leia for prompts 1 and 32 please?

Of course my lovely! Thank you for sending these in <3

1) Historical AU 32) Pregnancy fic Pairings: Boba x Reader, Fennec x Reader, Leia x Reader (afab!gender/race neutral!reader)

Boba, Medieval (warnings- violence, also pregnancy not outright stated):

His lineage was contested by many. It was well known that his grandfather had once ruled a kingdom, that he was quite loved as well even though his reign was full of fighting and a war that ultimately cost him his kingdom and his life. His father disappeared after his own father's death, many believing that he followed his father to the grave as no one had seen him in quite some time. But then he appeared again, fathering a son of his own, but with no wife or mother in sight. So rumors flew, many stating he was a bastard boy and a disgrace to the name of Fett. Over time however, those whispers were quieted when Boba proved himself a dangerous adversary, when he became the knight you'd call upon when you needed someone found, when you needed someone disposed of. His price was high and many of the nobility called upon him, and while they sang praises of his work to his face, they turned their nose up at his name behind closed doors whispering pities about his parentage. He made it obvious that even if he did hear the cross words they didn't effect him, that he was higher than all of them and the words they passed around like breads at a Sunday mass. You knew of him only through rumors and second hand stories, your family high within society but not high enough to ever need his services yourself. It wasn't until you were called to be a lady-in-waiting for your cousin, a princess finally of age to start courting. You'd been living in the castle with her for a year when a proposal for her hand turned sour with allegations that the man had already fathered three children back in his own kingdom and when her father ended their courtship, the foreign prince in anger had sent assassins to kill your cousin, the plot only revealed when another of her lady's sipped from the wrong cup one afternoon and fell over dead mere moments later. After that a knight had been assigned to be with her at all times and the King sent for Boba Fett, desperate to rid of the paid assassins after his daughter. When he appeared he was everything the stories had said and more. Stoic with amber eyes and dark hair, scars healed over and intimidating. Many of the maids were scared of him, and none wanted to be the one to wait on him while in the castle, but for some reason you felt drawn to the quiet man, curious about him in a way you couldn't explain. Which is how you found yourself voluntarily becoming the one to bring him meals- he never ate with anyone, sending even you away after you put the food on the small table in his room for you to clean up the next morning, to fill his baths, and cater to his every need as the king had ordered. It seemed as his stay went on, you weren't the only one with a curiosity, his own making an appearance one evening after laying his dinner out, and as you opened your mouth to ask if he needed anything else before you left, he cut in, "Why is it, that the little lady-in-waiting of the princess is doing a maid's job?"

You looked up to meet his eyes, confused and surprised that he was actually speaking to you. "Because I was ordered to by my king, sir," your statement came out more like a question, of which you're sure he noticed, but as he poured himself a cup of wine, he huffed and it took you a second to recognize it for what is was, a laugh. Then after taking a long sip, he met your eyes and said, "Perhaps it's because everyone else is too scared to come near me. But not you, you aren't scared of me."

After that he excused you for the night, your mind racing as you made your way to your bed. And following that night, he spoke with you more often, his eyes sharp leaving you with the feeling that he was looking for something, something you're sure he found with each skip of your heart in your chest. Days passed and Boba did his job, finding and ridding the assassins after your cousin, until one evening he announced that he could find no trace of anymore assassins, that he would be moving on soon. Your heart had felt heavy at the news, feeling empty as you left your cousin's room one night after checking on her for the evening before you were to bring Boba his meal for the night. Your head had not been with you, thoughts a miles away when you passed a large open window and a sudden pain over took you and a force brought you to the ground, it took many seconds, if not a few minutes for your thoughts to come back to you and you found yourself sticky with a red liquid that you quickly realized was your own blood when your eyes focused on the arrow now protruding from your right shoulder. Your thoughts scattered as your consciousness felt foggy, only one thought clear in your mind, Boba. Some how you managed to get to your feet, white pain over taking your vision as your subconscious forced your forward, following the path you knew would take you to the safest place in the castle. You would later wonder how you didn't run into anyone else making your way to his room, but in the moment you could only feel sorry about the red trail you were no doubt leaving in your wake as you made it to Boba's room. When you got to the door all strength left you and your body collapsed everything fading, hearing nothing but ringing as you felt a soft golden light wash over you and concerned amber filled you vision as you finally succumbed to the dark.

When you awoke, you had been told that days had passed and that Boba had taken you to the physician before disappearing for a day and reappearing with hard look and fresh blood against his armor. He never came to where you were being kept, and when you were finally released you had assumed that he had just moved on, his job done so he left. But you were surprised to find him in your small room after returning from dinner, his eyes hungry, soaking in the life that had returned to you, a relief palpable in his shoulders when you smiled at him and thanked him for saving you. He turned to look out your window, the light fading in burnt oranges as the sun set. "Why did you come to my room, there had been several other doors you could have stopped and gotten help from, but you came to me. Why?"

It was your turn to look away, the floor becoming much easier to look at than him. "I'm not sure. I only knew that....that I had to make it to you.....that I would be safe with you."

You didn't look up for his reaction, for the first time scared of what you'd find. You listen as he takes a few steps, stopping in front of you, his finger moving under your chin, bringing you to look at him he says, "Don't start acting scared of me now little one. Not after everything."

Then you find him kissing you, slowly and with a different hunger than before, this one consuming and with a deep seeded need. He didn't leave you room that night as he held you in ways softer than you thought he was capable. After that night, he stated his intentions to your father the moment he could when your father visited a few months later. Your father wary of letting your hand to fall to a man that held nothing but controversy, but with the fact that Boba had saved your life, and you yourself seemingly happier than he had seen you in years he couldn't say no, especially with the suspicious way both your and Boba's hands tended to lingered on your lower stomach.

Fennec, Revolutionary War (warnings- mentions of spousal abuse):

Your husband was not a kind man, you did not love him, and it certainly wasn't your choice to marry him. Your father had been desperate with the rising tensions between the Brits and the colonists and wanting to be on the correct side of the fight when it broke out he secured you a husband with strong ties to England, and a lineage only a few removed from some big Duke. You were well off, lived in financial stability but your husband with each passing battle and each loss for the british took his anger out on you. Over time you found it best to just be as silent as a maid, never speak and be just as docile, only finding comfort among the kitchen, baking breads and sweets to share at the tea parties you were forced to attend and using the flour to try and hide the ugly bruises that formed along your skin, in denial that the house staff did not know about them if you could only hide them. As loss stacked up and the battles drew nearer, your husband found it fit to open your home to the crimson coated soldiers. You didn't necessarily hate having the other men in your home, some of the younger men were rather pleasant to you, sharing thanks as you brought them meals and fresh breads. The youngest of them, a boy barely 15 pulled at your heart strings as he barely got around with his injured left leg. He was sweet and funny and always had a smile, reminding you of a brother you lost many years ago making you slip him sweets you would not share with the other men. Unlike you husband, and although you showed kindness to the soldiers, your own morals sided with the colonists, smiling in secret with each win and news of General Washington's strategies curbing the oh so great red coated army, even when the news brought with it new bruises from your husband. Around the same time that a fresh way of soldiers were brought into your home, you found out the worst news second only to the news of your engagement, you were pregnant. Your husband was overjoyed, proud of himself, while still threating you telling you that you had better hoped that the child was a boy. You felt like a ghost floating around your own home, smiling falsely at the new men in your home, bowing your head when a high ranking officer joined the home. You stayed timid around everyone, your kindness to the troops went a bit stale as finding the strength to smile became harder and harder for you. You're small soldier boy found small ways to bring them out though and introduced you to one of the newer soldiers, a man he claimed to be better than the rest of the men in the house, someone he said was safe, like him. The new soldier gave off an air of confidence and easy smirks, he was....well beautiful, there was no other way to describe him, and your young soldier was right, he was safe. He felt safer than anyone else that you've met. Fen, as he asked you to call him became your closest confidant, you told him everything and as you grew closer you found yourself falling for him. A late fall evening you'd been walking around the grounds of your home when he found you, joining you on your walk. It was that night under the shade of the large oak near the pond that he told you the truth. Fen wasn't a man like you'd all been lead to believe, she was a spy from the colonist sneaking plans from the officer in your home. She told you that her full name was Fennec Shand, and that she was to be pulled from where she was hiding because they were close to figuring out her identity. Under the moon and stars she took you hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it, asking you to come with her when she left that night, and your heart full of this woman still, you nodded, and smiled whispering, "I would follow you anywhere, because you are the only person that I know I am completely safe with."

Leia, Regency (warning- spousal abandonment, Han Solo slander):

You were her first friend and her closest. You were there for her throughout her childhood and stood by her as you watched with an aching heart as Leia was courted by all manners of society the moment the two of you turned of age. You were there for her when she fell for the the hot head nobody, Han Solo. You stood to the side and watched as she lowered herself in society for a man you knew was not good enough for her. You tried to push away all ill feelings towards Solo, chalking your dislike of him to be jealousy as you buried your love for your best friend deeper and deeper into your heart. And as time went on things seemed to go smoothly, you watched from arms length and Leia seemed happy and truly that's all you could ask for, even as you resigned yourself to never marry, to live a life pining for a women you know you could never have, but she was happy and that meant so much more than your own happiness. Then came the announcement, Leia was pregnant and you couldn't help but feel her joy as she came to you the second she knew, sharing the news with a happy smile, as having a family had always been her dream. But things went downhill as apparently a family was not one of his own dreams. As the days grew in number he left Leia alone at home for work trips more and more and rumors spread of him drinking his days away in bars when he was home. Leia kept a brave face, she'd always been the strongest woman you've ever known, but alone with you she cracked, her sadness and frustration spilling from her as you tried to reassure her as she fell into your arms more and more. Until the day Solo disappeared into thin air, no note, no trace of him left, and your heart ached at the resigned air Leia took, still holding herself proudly. The two of you grew closer as you took it upon yourself to look after her as her pregnancy neared its end, taking care of her when the doctor put her on bedrest as things turned. You loved her through actions, never expressing your adoration, but more than content to be by her side, to love her closer than you ever dreamed possible. Then one night as you were sharing a warm meal, she turned to you with a serious but soft tone, "It should have been you, you know? I should have realized the it was you who I truly needed by my side forever. If you would, I would like to rectify this now. Stay. With me, with us. Forever."

#boba x reader #boba fett x reader #fennec x reader #fennec shand x reader #leia x reader #leia organa x reader #AU/Tropes asks #I took a small liberty with choosing which part of history each character is placed in #this also is perfect over the fact that my need for distraction has brought me to rewatch bridgerton #and historians will say they were best friends #sorry this took forever #i kept getting interrupted

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