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chaoticpuff17 · 1 year

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When the Chips Are Down

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hello my darlings! I know it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted. Life has been crazy. Students have been crazy. I might be losing my mind. We’re defiinitley looking for a new job, but I have a chapter for you at long last. Enjoy!-- Chaotic Puff

“Is the bride coming down?” Namjoon asked, eyes fixed on his wife as he bounced their daughter in his arms. They had a room full of guests waiting for a wedding, and the bride was refusing to come out. She had locked herself in the room she was getting ready in and wouldn’t see anyone but her sister.

“If you want her to come out, you’ll have to go and fetch her yourself. She’s not moving.” she quirked a brow, daring him to do it. They both knew that Iyla was going to stay in that room until the last possible moment, and even then someone would more than likely have to drag the bride out.

“There are guests waiting.”

“They’ll wait.”

A bright smile lit up her face as she switched her attention to the baby in his arms whose eyes were in turn fixed on her mother, smiling the little urchin grin that she seemed only to smile for her mother. She laughed as her mother made a face and dove in to place a volley of little kisses on her cheeks. Much to Namjoon’s annoyance, Nara only laughed like that for her mother. The laughter was a new development within the past week or so, but no matter what he tried, she would only laugh, really laugh, for Y/N.

“Why doesn’t she ever do that for me?”

“Because she likes me better.” she shot back not even looking up as she let their daughter grab hold of her fingers, smiling brightly as Nara played with the appendages.

A small smile flitted across his features, but quickly disappeared as his gaze wandered down the hall towards where Iyla had barricaded herself into the room she was meant to be getting ready in. They were already running more than an hour behind schedule. Iyla should have been taking pictures with Hoseok by now, but there had been no pictures taken, and he doubted very much that there would be any taken before the ceremony itself.

“She’ll have to come out one way or another.”

“I doubt she’ll pick the easy way. This isn’t what she wanted.” The smile fell from her face as she finally met Namjoon’s eyes. “No one wants to walk down the aisle under duress let alone to marry someone they don’t even like.”

“Speaking from personal experience?”

“I had an escort of Jimin and Taehyung while I was getting ready.”

The reminder was pointed, both her voice and her features tight though she was doing an admirable job of remaining neutral.

Her wedding was a day she remembered very little of. She’d been numb to it, but there were certain parts of the day she did remember. She remembered Jimin and Taehyung plying her with mimosas as she got ready- not enough to get her drunk but enough to keep her calm and pliant throughout the ordeal. She remembered Jackson barging into her dressing room. She remembered Namjoon nearly choking the life out of him during the reception, but for the most part the day was a blur, the memories shrouded in a haze she didn’t really want to clear away.

She hoped that Iyla would experience her wedding in a similar blur. This wasn’t a day she was going to want to remember. It wasn’t a day that Y/N was going to want to remember either.

“You look lovely, Jagiya.”

There was a soft look in his eyes as he looked at his wife and daughter. They made a pretty picture, all done up for the wedding.

The last time that Namjoon had seen her so dolled up was for the gala. She was softer now, physically and emotionally. Her barbs weren’t quite so sharp. Pregnancy had softened the sharp edges of her body, but motherhood had softened her tongue. She could still level him with a few choice words, but she wasn’t as quick to spit venom anymore. Her glare was just as powerful as always though, potent enough to have grown men quaking in their boots.

“I should get back to my sister.” she shrugged past his comment and the look in his eyes, uncomfortable with the softness of the moment. They weren’t meant to be soft with each other.

Namjoon arched his brow.

“I thought you said nothing would convince her to come out?”

“I’m not going to convince her. I’m going to keep her company.”

He reached out, hooking an arm around her waist and pulling her and Nara back in. “Or you could stay with me, and enjoy the festivities.” he suggested, looking at her appreciatively.

She arched a brow in turn, delicately extricating herself from his hold. “I’d rather not. If you’re going to force my baby sister to get married, I think I should be with her.”

“She will be walking down that aisle, jagi. Whether either of you wants it or not, she will be getting married today.”

Within a moment the same glare he had been reminiscing about was turned on him in full force.

“I may be stuck with you, and that was my choice, but Iyla has made no such promises. Maybe she can succeed where I couldn’t.”

Namjoon stiffened at her words, tensing at the reminder of the disdain of her own situation, a mirror of her sister’s. The past few weeks had been calmer. They had seemingly been doing better since their talk after Iyla’s fitting, but it was easy to lull himself into a false sense of security. It was easy to hope that she was finally coming around, but it was, as always, one step forward and two steps back even if she was teetering closer and closer to the edge.

“Be careful, jagi.” He scolded, his narrowed eyes the only outward sign of his simmering displeasure. “Someone might think you were unhappy.”

“Do any of you really think that coercion and kidnapping are a solid basis for a relationship let alone marriage?” She asked, head slightly tilted to the side, genuine curiosity coloring her tone, though there was something deep set and weary underneath it, the same exhaustion she’d been experiencing for some time now. “And Stockholm Syndrome really doesn’t count.”

With that she turned away, making her way back to the bride and leaving Namjoon speechless behind her.

“Iya.” she called, knocking softly on the door. “Iya, my love, it’s me. Can you open the door?”

There was a hint of movement behind the door before it cracked open just a smidge to reveal the barest hint of Iyla’s face peering out at her suspiciously.

“No one’s with you right?”

“Not yet, but they’re getting antsy.” she admitted as Iyla let her into the room, quickly shutting the door behind her.

Crouching down, Y/N set Nara play on the floor with the toys that were still out from earlier when they were all getting ready. Iyla has since kicked out the stylist and make-up artist and the hairdresser, but the mess was still there. Everything had been left behind in their haste to escape Iyla’s ire.

“They’re not going to let us hide here forever.”

“I know.” Iyla admitted throwing a baleful look down at herself, her fists clenched around the fabric of her dress. “I hate this.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I wish that there was more that I could do.”

Iyla shrugged, unclenching her fists. “I don’t think there’s anything either of us could have done. It’s been a series of shitty events that none of us saw coming.”

The knock on the door pulled both of their attention back to the events at hand. Unfortunately for both of them, there was no way that they could stay insulated in their personal bubble. Namjoon was outside at that very moment, knocking on the door and ushering in the reality of what was waiting for them on the other side.

Y/N peaked her head out of the door, looking at him expectantly. “What do you want?”

“It’s time, jagiya.” she sighed heavily, a deep line etched between her brows as he said the words. She knew what he was going to say, but she had still hoped that they might have some more time. “We can’t postpone any longer.”

To his credit, he kept his tone soft and without demand. He was simply informing her of what was happening only this time he was using all the tact that he so regularly lacked when it came to these sort of interactions. But today he was mercifully soft, possibly even sympathetic. Even if he wasn’t going to stop the wedding, he was going to allow them to grieve for what was about to happen.

He was more than aware that Y/N was on her breaking point. One wrong move on his part could shatter her entirely. But the right move could tip her over the edge and give him everything he wanted. It was all a precarious balancing act, and in the name of his own self-interest, he could be kind especially after their earlier disagreement.

“I was under the assumption we had more time.”

“You knew this was coming, jagiya. The guests have been waiting long enough.”

“Can we have a few more minutes?” she asked, her own tone just as gentle if not slightly defeated.

“Only a few, and then the ceremony has to begin.” He acquiesced with a nod.

“Thank you.”

Before he could say anything else, Y/N retreated into the room, closing the door behind her.

Iyla stood frozen in the middle of the room, looking far too young and far too out of place in her wedding dress.

“Do we have to go?”

It was such a small question, spoken in such a small voice. By all logic it shouldn't have affected her the way it did, but her stomach dropped, clenching almost painfully at the thought of the answer she was going to have to give.

“I’m afraid so. Namjoon is giving us another minute, and then it’s time.”

As much as she wished she could scoop up her sister and child and take them both far away, she knew that wasn’t going to be possible. Security was too tight, and even if they could slip away, Namjoon would never let them get far, and the consequences of the attempt would be devastating for them both.

“I’m sorry.”

Iyla flashed a watery smile. “It’s not your fault. You and Jackson both told me to stay put. I’m the one that didn’t listen. I probably should have gone home once I learned that Jackson was dead and you were missing, but I didn’t.”

“I never should have come here in the first place.”

“Well,” she started, wiping her eyes, careful of the lashes that had been placed and the rest of her makeup. “It’s too late for that now, and I guess it’s time to go.”

Y/N walked over and scooped up the baby from where she had been playing on the floor, settling her into her arms.

“I suppose we should head out then.”

“This is really happening isn't it?”

Y/N couldn’t say anything. Instead she gathered her sister into her free arm and squeezed her as tightly as she could.

They stayed like that for a moment before Iyla pulled away.

“Stop. You’re going to make me cry, and I want to walk down the aisle sticking up my middle finger, not a blubbering mess.”

“For what it’s worth, you look beautiful.” Too young. Too out of place, but beautiful nonetheless.

“I’m going to hack this dress to pieces later.”

“I’ll bring the scissors.”

When they stepped out the door, Namjoon was waiting for them.

“Jagiya.” he greeted. “Iyla. You look lovely.”

“Eat shit and die, you rat bastard.” Iyla smiled sweetly as she returned his greeting as she strode out the door and towards the inevitable.

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thesweetnessofspring · 5 months

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Whatcha gonna do when the chips are down? Now that the chips are down

#HungerTown 1/?

#hungertown #the hunger games #hadestown #katniss everdeen #when the chips are down #but wait! there's more!#because...“remember who the real enemy is”

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harpie-raven · 6 months

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“When the Chips are Down” from Hadestown is SUCH a Peter Nureyev song.

While I’m gonna make a separate post linking and also ranting about my Spotify playlist (cause I really like some of my choices lol) — I wanted to rant real quick about this one.

The Fates (for those who don’t know/haven’t listened to Hadestown I shall explain) are played by 3 women who sing (for the most part) in unison, and with harmonies and acapellas. In the context of Nureyev here; this *totally* reminds me of The Executives (or whatever they’re called), all being regarded as, ‘My Associate’ as well as having the same voice and speaking the same way. In “When the Chips are Down”, they’re talking to Eurydice (who is Nureyev in this ex.)

While the whole song gives me vibes, this section gets me quite a lot:

“[FATES]

Life ain’t easy

Life ain’t fair

A girl’s gotta fight for her rightful share

Whatcha gonna do when the Chips are Down Now that the Chips are down (x2)

Help yourself

To hell with the rest

Even the one who loves you best.

Whatcha gonna do when the Chips are Down Now that the Chips are Down (x2)

[EURYDICE]

Oh my aching heart. “

The parts that I put in italics remind me of the S3 finale (Juno Steel: What Lies Beyond Prt. 1-3) specially (for obvious reasons for the ones who knows SPOILERS HERE FOR THOSE WHO DONT) — considering Nureyev had been stressing out, brought down, and feeling cornered by his debt (“help yourself”), leading him to (which was his plan from the start) leave everyone on the Carte Blanche (“to hell with the rest”), including Juno (“even the one who loves you best”). He even references in his journal that while he wanted to be beside Juno while he read it, he knows deep down that he won’t be.

The rest of the song matches as well, having parts including “shooting to kill” before the other person can, and knives in the back. For these reasons the song itself honestly just clicks SO well in my head, thanks for coming to my TED Talk lmao — like I said, linking playlist with other song “matches” later on lol, but this one required a bit more than a little description on my part.

TLDR: the Fates represent The Executives, and Eurydice represents Nureyev. Linked by my brain due to lines matching plot points (S3 especially).

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jon-withnoh · 4 months

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heyy responding to the top 100 post, how about Danbecca and Nr. 69, I'd love to read it :)))))

There was a smudge of lipstick on her sleeve. It was Rebecca’s lipstick, a dull red against the black of her dress. She had not noticed it when dressing Rebecca. It was only now that she had been relegated to this quiet room while Rebecca dutifully sat through her engagement dinner that she had had a moment to think. She had sat in the window seat for almost an hour now, pondering everything that this dinner would mean. An early summer wedding, surely, and a honeymoon that stretched into September. And then… what?

Danny’s mouth twitched. She knew what would happen then. Married life. Children. Rebecca’s glow fading with every passing year. Rebecca did not take well to being contained, she never had, no matter how grand her prison had been. First boarding school, from which Danny had heard impassioned accounts when Rebecca was home for the holidays. Then a few more years at her childhood home. Presiding over her father’s dinners, running the household in her late mother’s stead. Stolen days here and there. Attending parties with school friends — two words only Danny knew to be code for something else entirely — a weekend in the country to go riding, summer by the coast in her sailing gear.

How would Rebecca live without her little freedoms? Danny could not imagine that any husband of Rebecca’s would allow her to continue as she had.

There was a small commotion in the hallway. A moment later, Rebecca slipped into the room.

“You need to hem this before I wear it again, Danny,” Rebecca said at once. “It caught in my shoe. I nearly knocked over a very expensive vase.”

“This type of skirt is meant to be long,” Danny said patiently. “You’re supposed to lift it while you walk.”

“I know, I know.” Rebecca rolled her eyes. She took a few more steps into the room, lifting her skirt almost above her knees. “Something like this, no?”

Danny could not help but smile. Her gaze flitted down Rebecca’s leg, the silky fabric of her stocking, the silver buckle of her shoe. “Why aren’t you at dinner?”

“Oh, I said I needed to powder my nose.” Rebecca shrugged. “I was dying to hear your opinion.”

“My opinion on what, madam?” It was easiest to feign innocence. Rebecca need not know how much her impending nuptials had occupied Danny’s thoughts.

“You opinion on Max, silly. You know my assessment of him won’t be complete until you’ve told me what you think.”

And yet, Danny thought, you are already engaged.

“Well?” Rebecca had squeezed into the window seat next to Danny, one hand coming to rest on Danny’s thigh. “Tell me.”

“He is very handsome, madam.” A glimpse of him in the foyer had been sufficient to ascertain that.

“I know that. What else?”

Danny sighed. “He appears to be very well-bred. He certainly has money.”

“And?”

“There’s not much else for me to observe from a distance, madam.”

“I suppose not.” Rebecca pursed her lips. “Father approves.”

“He would be a fool not to. Mr de Winter is more than able to provide for you.”

“Still, it’s dreadfully rural, isn’t it? Cornwall. I’ll spend most of my time paying calls and receiving dreary people for tea.”

“You’d be calling on people in London too. It’s not so different.”

Rebecca shrugged her shoulders again and leaned back against the window frame. “I suppose it wouldn’t be so bad if you were there.”

“Pardon?”

“I want you to come with me to Manderley. Father can talk all he wants about hiring a new maid once I’m married, but I don’t want any of them. I won’t have anyone but you. Please Danny, say you’ll come with me? I couldn’t bear to go if you weren’t with me.” Rebecca’s eyes were wide, her face earnest. She reached out her hand.

Danny took it without hesitation, even though her heart was racing. Go with Rebecca to Manderley. Spend each day with her there, dressing her, observing her, enduring each change in her as long as it meant Danny never had to leave her. A future full of Rebecca morning, noon and night. Rebecca, Rebecca, Rebecca.

“Please, Danny.” Rebecca squeezed her hand. “I’ll beg father to pay for one of the London courses for you if you’re worried about your duties. Not that I think you should be. I’ll do anything. Please just let me keep you.”

“Of course, madam.” Danny’s mouth was dry. “Of course I’ll come. I wouldn’t dream of leaving you.”

So, song number 69 was wildly unsuited for Rebecca fic (I don’t remember what song it was, but believe me it did not work). I went with the next song instead which was “When the Chips are down” from Hadestown. I hope you enjoyed!

#Ask games #rebecca das musical #danbecca #mrs danvers #Hadestown #when the chips are down #tumblr oneshots

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