#Quigley down under

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Tom Selleck is gonna owe me kickbacks for this one.

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every elliott moment ever (28/69)

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RICKMAS 2024 - DAY 14 - DECEPTIVE KINDNESS [C1]

Pairing : Elliott Marston x OC

Summary : She tried to escape her arranged marriage, but she found herself trapped with Elliott. Can she trust him ?

Tag(s)/Warning(s) : Arranged marriage. Some rude words. Racism. Racism towards aborigines. Tell me if I forgot anything.

A/N : I didn't proofread because I'm so, so, so behind and my brain is just like "Woman ! I'm tired !"

Also read on AO3 - Wattpad

When you were told you were getting married to Armand de Mont-Alban, you ran away. You never would have believed your father would offer your hand to another without asking you. You had always been his little princess, the one he let everything go. But apparently, not this time. You had some tantrum, threatened to throw yourself into the sea, but your father wouldn't listen. On the contrary, he had threatened to lock you in your room until the wedding day if you continued to make him go gray.

So, without hesitation, and with the discreet but kind help of your mother, you had fled Sidney. Your mother had given you the money she had saved up for years to help you join your uncle, his brother, in the Outback.

You had taken your business with you, the bare necessities, and you had joined the stagecoach that would take you to Adelaide. From there, another stagecoach would take you to Alice Springs. And finally, your cousin's husband would help you reach your uncle's house in the north.

At least, that was the plan, because once you arrived in Alice Springs, you learned that your cousin and her husband had left town for Katherine almost a month ago. The letter announcing it must have gotten lost, but whatever the case, you found yourself spending more than you had planned to be able to sleep. You had hesitated to leave again. The town needed waitresses and although you were not used to manual labor, anything was good to escape. Except that your father would come to get you there, you were sure of it and here, no one would protect you.

So, after talking to a merchant and giving him the rest of your money, you had managed to find yourself in a cart full of pigs to reach the town where your uncle lived. But honestly, pigs were worth much more than your fiancé.

Armand was a cold man. He came from a rich family, richer than yours, who had made their fortune in sheep's wool, then later in breeding prestigious horses. His father was a governor and his mother came from a long line of French aristocrats. If his mother was mannered, she was also very pleasant although she often lacked judgment about her son and even more so on the question of the aborigines.

His father was a rather pleasant man, always with a joke and everything seemed to interest him. But Armand... Armand had inherited a hot-tempered character, amplified by the fact that as a child, his mother had never refused him anything. And when he couldn't get obedience with a snap of his fingers, he used his hands.

After days and days of a hellish journey, you had finally arrived at your uncle's. The initial surprise he had when he saw you, all disheveled, your beautiful clothes rumpled and smelling of manure, evaporated to give way to a dull anger when you explained to him the reasons for your presence.

"Uncle, maybe you could have the marriage annulled. You are influential," you begged him, tears in your eyes.

Your uncle was probably one of the richest men in northern Australia. First thanks to his work, later thanks to the inheritance from his parents. Your poor mother had not been able to have anything of this inheritance and all the estates, jewels and bank account that was in the United Kingdom had returned to your uncle. A good sport, he had shared them with your mother and you too at the same time. But today, for the first time, you saw in this wealth a power that could help you get out of this arranged marriage that you did not want.

"I'm going to go to Sydney, see your father and this Mont-Alban. The father might be able to be convinced to abandon this union."

"Am I going to have to stay here alone ?" you asked him without even trying to hide your apprehension.

"No. I have a partner who is also a good friend. I'll explain the situation to him and I'm sure he'll let you stay with him while I'm gone. He's a cattle rancher who has influence here in the region. You'll be safe with him. But, [Y/N], please avoid being too quick-witted with him and above all, don't tell him your opinions on the aborigines. He's..."

"I get it," you grumbled, rolling your eyes.

"He's really smart, but his opinion on the aboriginal issue..."

"Is biased because despite his great intelligence, he's a bit of an idiot ?" you answered seriously.

"Yes, well, avoid the question with him, please."

You agreed without adding anything, already knowing that you were going to hate him. But it wasn't like you had a better solution, so you couldn't be ungrateful.

Your uncle had had no trouble getting Elliott to agree to you being under his protection. A nice, well-filled envelope and the promise that he would be given priority for the sale of his cattle had been enough. Elliott was his friend, but he was aa skilled negotiator and your uncle respected that.

"This is my niece," he said as he helped you off the cart."

"This is my niece, [Y/N]," your uncle introduced you.

"Mr. Marston, I'm delighted," you said politely.

Elliott snickered and you did your best not to make a scathing remark at him. In his eyes, you were indeed a well-bred little rich girl who had never known a single minute of work. And he was right. But he was wrong when he thought you must be a little prig used to ordering and getting things done.

"No sir here, sir, that was my father. I'm Elliott," he finally said before taking the suitcase that your uncle had just taken off the cart. "I'll show you to your room."

Elliott's imposing stature, mixed with his dark eyes and that mustache that gave him the air of a man of high society, impressed you right away. He made you nervous, but there was no way he would realize it.

You walked through the house which was beautiful, clearly demonstrating the man's wealth, even if it was far from the opulence of your own home. However, you did not mark the servant. Or rather the slave. An aboriginal. You clenched your fists, but true to your promise, you said nothing.

"Here is your room. It is the coolest in the house, even if it will be stifling most of the time. If you need a bath, Kunkurra is here for that."

He put your suitcase on the floor and left without another word. You settled in comfortably, thanking Kunkurra who seemed surprised but said nothing. Deep down, you hoped that this cohabitation would go well. After all, your uncle trusted this Elliott.

You couldn't be more wrong. You couldn't stand him. Elliott. He got on your nerves. He was arrogant, full of himself and racist. He didn't share any of your values ​​and when he twirled his gun between his fingers like an Appalachian cowboy, you imagined him shooting himself in the foot and it amused you immensely.

You tried to eat before he finished his work so as not to have to share his table and you avoided being in the same room as him as much as possible. In truth, you spent most of your time reading and sometimes helping Kunkurra. 

The slave had been surprised the first time you helped him with the dishes, but he hadn't said anything. You weren't like the other people on the estate. He liked you.

That night, however, you couldn't avoid Elliott who had caught you talking to his horse. He had been touched by this gentleness that wasn't apparent but seemed to be your true nature. He had then asked you if you would have dinner with him and you hadn't dared to say no.

All evening, he had asked you questions that were more than just polite. They were too specific. It was a little too much about your family's money too.

"Being a well-born girl, life must have been easier," he remarked as he cut his steak.

"It probably was. Until now," you replied without looking up from your own plate.

"You always got what you wanted, right ? It must be a change for you to play servant alongside Kunkurra. Washing plates is probably not something you did often at your parents' house."

You blushed slightly at his last sentence. You didn't know he had noticed you helping his slave.

"Indeed, I have rarely washed dishes in my life. But I have never desired an arranged marriage."

"With a rich man. Enough to have even more servants and to ensure you never break a nail."

"At least our servants are paid !" you spat, suddenly raising your head.

Elliott, for the first time since you arrived, saw something other than melancholy in your eyes. There was a fire under there, a bright fire that was ready to burn all of Australia.

"You men are all the same," you finally said, "to believe that obedience is better than happiness."

"I never said that," Elliott replied more quietly than he expected, "and don't be so quick to judge all men based on the ones you've known so far. This fiancé may not be so terrible after all."

"The first time he met me, he called me a 'mare to tame' but also that he would be happy to do it. Judge for yourself, Elliott."

After that, a heavy silence ensued and when you had finished your plate, it was without shame that you helped Kunkurra clean up the kitchen.

After that evening, you no longer avoided Elliott. You stood up to him, answered him back in kind and you weren't afraid to challenge him. And he liked it. No one had ever dared to speak to him the way you did, much less a woman, but you, you weren't afraid to speak your mind. You were different from the cocky little Lady he had imagined. In fact, you were even interesting. Sometimes.

Knock, knock, knock.

...

Knock, knock, knock.

...

Knock, knock, knock.

The door flew open, revealing a shirtless Elliott and for a moment, you couldn't take your eyes off his muscular torso. A scar on his stomach slightly intrigued you, but when his baritone voice started growling at you, you quickly came to your senses.

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, WOMAN, IT'S..." he turned to glance at the clock on his dresser, "it's one in the morning!"

"There's something out there," you said quietly.

A noise had woken you up and trembling but determined you had gone to knock on Elliott's bedroom door.

"Maybe one of the men needed to pee," he replied, suppressing a yawn.

"It wasn't a man peeing," you replied a little frustrated that he didn't take you seriously.

"We're in Australia, my dear. We're surrounded by wild animals. They exist here, far from your nice houses in the city," he said without hiding his exasperation.

"What if it wasn't an animal?" you insisted, not reassured.

He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes before finally returning to his room in a theatrical gesture to come out a second later with his gun.

"You never do anything without it?" you asked following him.

"My dear, if it's a thief, you'll be glad I took my gun."

He crossed the living room with you on his heels. Your hand was almost touching his bare back, you were so afraid of being left alone. When he opened the front door, he made a gesture to you to keep quiet. You nodded while continuing to follow him on tiptoe.

Arriving on the porch of the house, he fired once in the air, making you jump. It was then that an animal on which the moon made its light dance, making its red fur shine a little more, ran away at full speed.

"A dingo," Elliott said, taking your arm to lead you into the house. "And now that we're awake, how about some tea?"

Without waiting for your answer, he set to work. You refrained from telling him that you were surprised that he was able to do something domestic without his slave. Instead, you thanked him in a low whisper.

"Thanks for not laughing."

"Oh, believe me, that was hard," he replied with a small smirk.

You each sat down in an armchair, but Elliott didn't miss your gaze that often lingered on his bookshelf.

"You can borrow some if you want."

"Thanks," you replied a little surprised, "I like books. They don't lie."

Elliott stood up with the grace of a feline and pulled out a large volume that hadn't been read in a long time to hand it to him.

"This one is full of lies. A story of adventure in the wild west."

"If this story allows you to escape for a moment and forget about reality, then it's not a lie," you replied as you took the book.

Elliott looked at you, really looked at you for the first time. And for the first time, he began to doubt what he had set out to do.

"Mr. [Y/S],

Your brother-in-law has asked me to watch over your daughter while he attempts to cancel this marriage you have arranged for her.

You and I, I am sure, are pragmatic men. I understand the importance of this union to your family.

I will protect your daughter as I promised, until you come to collect her to offer her to her fiancé.

As a man of the world, I am sure you understand that a service, especially one as great as watching over your most precious possession, cannot go unrewarded.

I would very much like to expand my business with Sidney and the surrounding towns and I am certain that you and I, Mr. [Y/S] could help each other.

In the meantime, please accept the assurance of my highest regards.

Kind Regards,

Elliott Marston."

"Do you remember London ?" Elliott asked you as you helped him feed the horses.

"No. I was four when we left, my whole life is in Australia," you answered with a hint of nostalgia.

You and Elliott were talking more and more. In fact, you would almost dare to call him a friend. He was witty and he listened to your opinion. You often argued about the Aboriginal cause, but one night he surprised you by questioning your fierce need to defend them without prejudice or mockery.

"Why does your father force you to marry this man if you are his little pet as you say ?"

"For the sake of propriety. We are always a bit English, no matter where we are, aren't we?"

Elliott shrugged his shoulders

"My father was Irish. But my parents died when I was very young..."

That's when he explained to you. Everything. And you understood why he harboured such hatred towards the Aborigines. You didn't excuse him for what he did to them in return, but you thought that maybe all was not lost for this man. He could be fixed. He could learn. He could become better.

"My father always kept the values ​​of the United Kingdom. He was strict when I was a child, but always fair and loving. My mother, she... well, I guess she always behaved like a good wife," you explained, stroking Elliott's stallion.

"Everything you refuse to be, right ?" he questioned without contempt.

"We are capable of being more than an obedient wife, Elliott. We can learn, we can do the same things as men. We are no less intelligent than you, and my friend Cassandra would be as capable as some of your men here. But there are very few men who are willing to see our values ​​beyond tradition."

Elliott said nothing because he knew he thought like your father. Yet he found himself noticing your subtlety, your intelligence, but also your resilience and the way you had of hiding your vulnerability under a facade of calm and restraint.

And he was starting to blame himself. He thought about that letter he had written just after you arrived with the intention of posting it as soon as he went to town to buy food. But he was no longer so sure he wanted to do it.

If only. If only he had hidden it better. If only you hadn't been snooping around after your bath while he was making you dinner, proud to introduce you to one of his specialties. If only he had burned that letter as soon as he understood what that tightness in his chest meant when he saw you.

Then, maybe you would have never known that his kindness had been, at least at first, just a deceptive kindness.

[pr-olvdr]

alan rickman 💫

it's crazy what you can do with a marker and an insatiable love for a now deceased british film star

[roseunspindle]

Alan Rickman: What I've Seen Him in

Die Hard - Hans Gruber

Quigley Down Under - Elliot Marston

Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves - Sheriff of Nottingham

Sense and Sensibility - Colonel Brandon

Galaxy Quest - Alexander Dane

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone - Severus Snape

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets - Sverus Snape

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban - Severus Snape/Boggart

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Severus Snape

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Marvin the Paranoid Android

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Severus Snape

Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street: Judge Turpin

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince - Severus Snape

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 & 2

Alice in Wonderland - Absolem the Caterpillar

[machetelanding]

Tom Selleck & Laura San Giacomo in Quigley Down Under (1990)

[thegreenleavesofspring]

So anyway between my mother and a friend I started watching Quigley Down Under last night and I had to quit a little less than halfway in because it was so late and y'all were spared the liveblogging because I was livetexting the aforementioned friend but I have New Blorbos so y'all can be getting ready for me to about to be very, very feral over Cora and Quigley. Especially Cora.

[kopykunoichi]

One of my all time favorite movies

Bonus...

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[fandomsandfairytales]

Live reactions to Quigley Down Under

Basically a form of liveblogging. I wrote all this down while I was watching the movie.

Putting a "keep reading" cut here because ~spoilers~

The bullet points are split up by lines every now and then, usually based on scene. I'm leaving my phone typos in there for amusement purposes and adding in occasional brackets for clarification.

[Opening scene in the boat] Oooooo he's got manners

AND SASS!

[thought this but didn't write it down at the time] Very good introduction to his character, effectively shows us what his character is like with one interaction right off the bat

Very Max Way like, helping Cora

Also yuck to those guys

Lol to him insulting and then totally doing away with those guys [my autocorrected it to "bugs" and it's not wrong]

My name isn't Roy - gives off "don't call me Shirley" vibes a bit

This man is so sick and tired of everything in this country not even 10 minutes in

They got a body!

LOL at "we sent them back to England"

Trying to grasp the plot here

The look in his eyes is saying "What if I'm actually Roy?" at about 13 min

Severus Snape voice!! [Alan Rickman came onscreen and said "Matthew Quigley"]

Fancy specs there [about the gun]

Cora admitting she doesn’t know him!

Here we gooooooo

Got earplugs sir?

Oooooo he’s got SKILLS [shooting the bucket from far away]

Knew he would, of course, lol

That deserter guy's got VERY blue eyes

Dunno if Alan Ricjmsn [Rickman] is reminding me of someone else or just himself

Well that was a fast execution

Aha, I think it’s Ben Barnes as the Darkling, a bit [the person Alan Rickman was reminding me of, because of the facial expressions]

“yOu WeRe AcTuAllY IN dOdGe CiTy???”

This guy [Quigley] is such an American

Jack Pearson vibes hair & facial hair

Why are u so proud of your mint jelly sir

Aha more plot

OoooOOOOO

“Your American Indian” I’m going to skin u alive

What is that box for? Oh, cigars

This Marston guy is so rude

Ugh white supremacy

He’s making me bristle every other word

I’m wondering if Quigley is gonna become an outlaw

The tears in his eyes!!!!

LOL GET THROWN OUT

The outlaw part might be happening faster than I thought XD

GET WRECKED

Lolllll at the turnabout

Also the guys being afraid bc of the long shot rifle XD

YRAHHH PUT UR FEET UP ON THE TABLE

Lol they’re trying to ambush him

Of course it was the slave who got him bc nobody listens or expects them

Cora is so brave!

I KNEW THEY WERE GONNA THROW TJEM TOFETJER

enemies to lovers via being dumped in the desert, let’s go

Stunning landscape

Oh no, he doesn’t have his gun. Sad

Those rickety wagon wheels!

LOL the whisper

Oooooo he’s gonna knife em

Oh he put down the gun. Big mistake

Cool theme!!! The music!

YES HE CAN SHOOT FROM THERE

YOU CAN DI IT MISRER WYIGKEY

he’s giving beat up Walt Longmire

“On a new job it’s quite common for things not to go well at first” 😂 love how they both laugh

Also she’s lowkey giving Mallory from Studio C character vibes

The way she just leaves the hoop there on the ground

Also serious Thorne and Cress vibes

Had that the moment they said “dump them in the desert” They’re really dying ooof

You’re not just going to LEAVE HER THERE ARE U Of course not. Bc you’re a man with morals

Ouch that sunburn doesn’t look fun

This is also giving Walt Longmire dragging Henry through the desert

The moon!!!

They so want us to think it’s Quigley and Cora [the two people the British guys brought in]

Nope, lol

Aha!!! The guys he killed

Lol GET WRECKED

Aboriginal people!

That shot of the silhouettes against the sun is beautiful

Interesting

More Max Way chivalry vibes! “You okay?”

“The shady side of dead” is a cool phrase

Lolll to the kangaroo bit

Oh, grubs

Her accent is making me think of Ed in the movie where they take the babies [Raising Arizona]

“I don’t eat things that are still moving” then kill it first

Cool montage!

Cora backstory??!

The slow zoom in on her is so nice

Wait. Did she actually kill her baby? The poor woman

Dang

SGE WAS TRYINH TO SAVE HER AND THE BABY!!?!!!!!!!

“I know, cause I watched him leave” ughhhh (around 50 mins in)

This poor man just got trauma dumped on

Oh they’re gone!

Is he playing along with her?!

Oh NOOOOO

The way she’s running even if she can’t do anything. She cares so fiercely

Those guys deserve to die

GET RHEM GET THEMMMMM

Lolll yeah she’s not making this any easier for him

Yay he did good!!!!

This man is like Walt Longmire and Jack Pearson combined

“Are you trying to get your head blown off?” Lowkey Riser and Billie vibes to me

Oh 😭

“I could’ve used some help up there” wdym? she didn’t have a weapon

Awww the hand over her hands

Her smile looks like the aww yeah lady

Literally burst out laughing at “I’m cold.” I see EXACTLY what you’re trying to do there sweetheart

LOL to the flirtation

Oh she’s taking her corset off

He’s sweet

LOL

“Matthew”

“I’m not sharing my bed til I know who’s in it” completely and legitimately fair and you should be that way

This is a man hard pressed to deal with her

So very American Cowboy looking at 57 min

Interestinggggg about her not remembering the night before

I feel like O’Flynn’s going to become more important or something

“Not again!!!” Spider-Man school teacher vibes

And something else too I think ^

“Matthew Quigley is really starting to annoy me.” GOOD

The whole “are we lost” exchange was interesting and amusing, you can see him starting to get it

NOOOO

IM GOING TO KILL THEM TOO Idc that it’s a movie

GOOD THOSE MEN SHOULD FALL

I love Cora so much. Her compassion is beautiful

He feels it too even though he doesn’t say anything

I hope she gets to kill someone too

Lol his sass

“Or I’ll let you live” what a threat

“It’s only 20 miles past the bingabong!”

“You only got one shot left in that shooter. Make the most of it” WOW

Don’t worry Cora I’m sure he’s fine

My heart is going to break

This baby

Him on top of those rocks is a cool sight

This is really turning into that movie with Ed and Hi, isn’t it, lol

I like the lighting in that cave

Hmmmmm Idk if it’s a good idea to leave her alone

I’m scared she’s gonna get kidnapped

“You’re the only man on this continent that would ask me what I think” oh man

Awww “little bit”

The deadpan stare at her asking to find her some other clothes

Very American Cowboy of him galloping off. This is the first time he’s actually been alone since getting here

YEAHHHH RIDE HARD

TJE EPIC MUSIC

Yah! Yah! Get your woman and the baby sustenance!!!

Missed where the long coat came from

Definitely a Longmire shot of him on his horse

Cowboy town here

Doc Brown lookin guy

“She ain’t my woman” yeah yeah they all say that

I’ve been called a lot of things ma’am but never that - Riser way vibes

NO NOT THE KID

Oh NOOOO

Not dingoes

Look at those tails those are good dog actors

NO DONT SMOTHER HIM

KILL THE DINGOES

You have the chance to change history

GOOD LADY

GET THE DOGGIES

Dang I didn’t know dingoes were cannibals

Lollll yes take the gold

Mhmmmm u gotta get back

GUN FIGHT GUJ GOHNY [I don't even know what I was trying to type there)

EPIC MUSIC

He has a habit of throwing ppl through windows doesn’t he, including himself?

FIREEE

Hopefully nobody’s in there

Put your bandada over your mouth!!! Good

Seriously more Jack Pearson vibes with a house on fire

LOLLLL to him jumping syreakght thru the roof

You’re just giving him holes to shoot throuh

Oh nvm he’s out

NOOOOO NOT THE MOM

Whoa okayyyy we are knocking the horse over

YEAHHHH “go tell Marston I’m coming after him” definitely reminds me of something but can’t remember what. Maybe Once Upon a Time “tell the evil Queen we’re coming" or something

“Oh, shut up”

None of these guys want to go, do they? Lol

I hope that black guy does something

Bandana over mouth like Riser on his bike

I knew she was still alive

Awww. She’s back in her old mind. “I killed the Comanches”

And the way he understands and goes “didn’t get any sage hens, but I got the next best thing”

Oh, he GOT HER A DRESS

I like how we see them coming over the same hill he came over

Now giving Court Jesysr [Court Jester which is another movie] vibes with him with the baby

Oh her earrings are pretty too

Uhhh should I be scared that she won’t give the baby back? Oh nvm

Love the fade to white transition

He looks like a general sitting there

Ohhhh is it only one bed type scenario??? I see I see

Oh he’s going off without her!

LOLLL she’s awake

The scene with them!!! Emotions!

That theme again

OH. The way he looks back at her. Tears in my eyes

Nice transition into the house

This fluffy haired guy reminds me of someone

The zoom in!

Oh fluffy haired guy is a Scotsman!! Or something, judging by his glengarry. Not his accent tho

Now I’m wondering. Do horses usually run into their home barn/area and rear when they’ve lost a rider who’s dead?

Lol, they’re all going to be tired, but I bet Quigley got sleep

Alan Rickman is giving me Nic Cage as Hi vibes [once again, character from Raising Arizona]

Is that O’Flynn riding?

Horse chase!!!

Oh goodness. Those poor horses.

“On ya feet ya lazy mongrels!” [Adrian Von Ziegler reference]

“Move you gutless bloody wonder” lollll

Got all the grass on him naturally, you wouldn’t see that nowadays, it’d be all brushed off by hair and makeup

Oh NO

noooooooo

Oh gosh he’s being dragged through the desert?!

Not fun not fun

Knew O’Flynn would come up again

I want that slave guy to kill Marston so bad

“What? Nothing clever to say?” Severus Snape vibes

The way if he stood up straight he’d be taller than the other two—

Oh fluffy haired guy IS wearing a kilt isn’t he?! Wait nvm he’s not, thought so bc of his coat

Okay his name is Dobkin, that’s who he is

“Some men are born in the wrong century. I think I was born on the wrong continent.”

What are you WAITING for???

This ain’t Dodge City - that again?

HAAAAAAAAA

I had honestly really wanted the slave to kill him so that he would be the one actually driving the action here lol

Marston dying in the sand is giving Dr. Brenner from Stranger Things dying

“Never said I didn’t know how to use it” mwahaha

The slave guy is back tho!

Yeah he got his gun!

Wait was HE the one who fired at the other two?

Yes!!! The aboriginal ladies!!! And the man! BE FREEEEEEEE

Oh that makes me so happy

Love the dunking the face in the barrel

Lollll here come the British

Oh he is NOT in the mood is he

Snorted at the guy interrupting the other one reading off that long paper

“In short, this paperwork says we can hang you.”

Oh?? Hmm????

YESSSSSSSS Im not surprised!!!

The aborigine people!!

….he’s giving the ”you were saying?” look

Yay! The aborigine man who was a slave seems to have been the one to bring them back!

And now he’s all alone here on this big ol ranch

Ohh goodness

Oh SHE LOOKS SO PRETTY

SHE’S SO PRETTY IN RED

Ohhhhhh he’s gonna say “Roy” isn’t he

I yelled YEAHHHH

Cobb? I didn’t realize that was her last name

Two, of course, he’s staring into her eyes [not sure what I meant by "two"—I think that was an autocorrect of something else]

She was so right about her being pretty in red

Ooooioooo she called him by his name!

She mussed up his hair!!!

Love the traditional still on the kiss and fade to black, very nice

Catch me clapping like it's a movie theater, lol

Thank! You! SO MUCH for telling us no animals were harmed or killed in the making of this movie. That matters to me

Those are some cool names for the aboriginal group

I’ve come to be fond of the theme track :)

A very good movie and a good way to spend Saturday evening.

1990, okay! Would've thought it was a bit older.

And no ads the entire time, huh. [I figured out after this that it's because I was watching it on the TV at my friend's place, who I'm housesitting for currently, and she told me she has YouTube without ads. I'm SO glad I chose to watch the movie while I'm here XD]

@thegreenleavesofspring bc I know you want to see this :)

[movies-tv-more]

Movie Releases for March 12, 2024

[starry-eyesanddaydreams]

Watching Quigley Down Under is always gonna be funny for an unexpected reason. It’s set where I live and the geography is giving me pain 😆

3-4 days ox cart ride south of Fremantle doesn’t get you to this…

It gets you here…

This red dirt country…

Is in another state, the Northern Territory. Fremantle is in the southern half of the country. This is north.

Their version of Fremantle was a bit more accurate. If on the small side.

But I’m not getting over the scene that had the sun rising over the ocean. It’s the west coast 😅

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every elliott moment ever (58/69)

[evans23]

RICKMAS 2024 - DAY 19 - A HELPING HAND [C2]

Pairing : Elliott Marston x OC

Summary : Can Elliott be forgiven ?

Tag(s)/Warning(s) : Arranged marriage. Some rude words. Racism. Racism towards aborigines. Tell me if I forgot anything.

Also read on AO3 - Wattpad

The cold, calculated words hurt you more than any pain. You stood there in front of him, your eyes expressing a pain you couldn't verbalize while Elliott, for the first time in a long time, was destabilized.

"I don't understand why you're so angry. I didn't send it," he tried to defend himself clumsily.

"BASTARD !" you yelled, throwing the letter at his feet.

"I... Please, [Y/N], I didn't send it! I meant to, but I got to know you and I... I was going to destroy that letter."

"You're just a bastard, greedy, greedy! I thought, I really thought that under your faults there was a heart, hope for you, but there is none. You used me, the friendship and respect that my uncle has for you. You think you're a man with your weapons, your wealth and your lands, but all that is worthless if your heart is prisoner of your wickedness."

Elliott tried to apologize again, but you turned away in the face of his empty words, leaving him alone with his guilt.

You locked yourself in your room, going around in circles. You didn't know if it was better to run away or wait for your uncle. But where would you go anyway, here in the middle of nowhere?

The safest choice was to wait. Your uncle wouldn't abandon you, you were sure of it.

For his part, Elliott, alone with himself, felt something he hadn't felt in a long time: regret. And for the first time, he began to doubt the man he had become.

"You weren't supposed to see it."

"I didn't send it !"

"You don't let me explain it to you, [Y/N]..."

All those sentences that Elliott had said to you and that were now going round in circles in your head. Just words. Just wind.

That was all he knew how to do, say nice words, play with people to get what he wanted. He had hurt you by betraying you. A pain increased tenfold by the fact that you had started to have feelings for him.

You had decided to keep your interactions with him to a minimum, which meant pretending he didn't exist, which was somewhat complicated since you lived in his house.

Whenever Elliott tried to talk to you, you remained cold, avoiding answering when you could. The rest of the time, you were locked in your room, reading or getting bored.

Elliott's workers didn't know what the nature of your relationship was between him and you, but what he did know was that he had become unbearable. Your argument had shaken him and he didn't know how to regain your trust.

"[Y/N], please," he stopped you as he passed you in the hallway that led to the kitchen where you hoped to be able to get something to eat before he returned.

"No."

"Please, I know I hurt you, but... let me fix this, let me...

"Elliott, please," you said like a plea, "I just want to be alone."

He didn't insist, much to your relief, but also to your annoyance, although you couldn't explain all the conflicting emotions you were feeling.

But maybe the fact that every morning you found a hot cup of tea on your doorstep, or that little gifts were left on your dresser like that pastel-colored scarf that had mysteriously appeared in your room after Elliott visited town contributed to all this confusion. Except that it was too easy. He couldn't make up for it with little intentions and gifts, not after betraying you like he had.

Ruminating, you walked to the porch to look at the starry sky. It was then that a deep voice made you jump.

"It's beautiful, all this quiet, isn't it ?"

You turned around, your hand on your heart, to see Elliott sitting in the darkness, watching you.

"The quiet scares me sometimes. I don't like to be alone with my thoughts."

"Why ?"

"Because sometimes, they torture me."

Elliott nodded without saying anything and a quiet silence settled between you until he decided to break it again.

"I'm not good at apologizing. But I'm sincerely sorry for that letter."

He didn't say anything more and you didn't speak either, but you stayed close to him until he declared that it was time for him to go to bed.

This situation that wavered between coldness and a moment of complicity lasted another three long weeks, when finally, your beloved uncle returned. Except he didn't bring the news you were hoping for.

"Your father is determined, [Y/N]. I offered him a fortune, but he won't hear of it. He says that at your age, you should already be married and a mother, that it's high time."

"Uncle !" you exclaimed, horrified.

"Don't worry, we'll find a solution. I have friends in the United Kingdom, they can welcome you."

"But by the time they get your letter, it'll be too late. My father will come here with my fiancé and... the trap will close without me being able to do anything about it and after that, I'll be confined to my house for the rest of my life for daring to run away," you said, feeling panic invade your entire being.

"You could just run away," Elliott said, who had been listening without saying anything until now.

"To where ?" you asked, not even trying to hold back the tears that burned in your eyes any longer.

"Anywhere. Your uncle could give you money and you could go anywhere you want. To America. You could start a new life, with a new identity if you wanted."

The idea was tempting, but also frightening. You had few resources on your own and life was not kind to women, you were well aware of that.

"Men are going to come looking for you, [Y/N]," your uncle said, "you have to decide what you want to do, but quickly."

"I... I'm going to run away. Get everything organized, uncle, I'll take the boat to America."

You were devastated, but this was your best chance to escape this arranged marriage and you knew it.

Everything was planned. Your uncle had given you a considerable sum of money to start a new life and Elliott would drive you to the city so that you could take the boat. She had hesitated to tell her uncle that she did not want to be escorted by Elliott, but that would have forced him to reveal the tradition of the man who was trying so hard to redeem himself. She also could not deny the fatigue that marked her uncle's features. He would not have the strength to drive her to the port.

"Why did you offer yourself ?" you asked Elliott one afternoon when he was tending to a young injured colt.

"Because you would never survive alone in this desert."

"What if it was a trap ?"

"[Y/N], trust me, I wouldn't have waited this long if I really wanted to trade you for money. You'd already be married by now. But... that's not what I want."

He was about to say something else, but he stopped himself. The intensity of his gaze made you shiver and deep down, you wanted to believe him.

"I'm not sure I can forgive you," you whispered.

"Give me a chance," he said in a breath.

He straightened up to tower over you and slowly advanced towards you.

"Why ?"

He brought his face close to yours, so close that you could feel his hooked nose caressing your face.

"Elliott?" you asked in a whisper.

Slowly, as if to give you time to pull back, to refuse him if you wanted, he moved a little closer until his lips were on yours.

"That's why," he said as he straightened up.

You watched him walk away to go back to tending to the foal, your troubled mind and heart ready to explode making you doubt your choice.

That's when you knew what you had to do.

"Elliott," you called out to him.

"He turned to you, a questioning eyebrow raised.

"I... I'm not sure I want to run away anymore," you confessed.

"Then don't!" he replied firmly.

He reached you in two strides and his rough hands captured your face.

"There's another option, [Y/N]. You could marry me. Your father won't be able to do anything, it would be legal and he wouldn't be able to force you to go back there anymore."

"Marry you ? I.."

"I wouldn't force you to do anything. After the wedding I mean. I would wait as long as you want. But you'd be safe, you'd have a roof over your head, food on the table and everything you need."

"Elliott..."

"Say yes."

"We barely know each other," you pointed out.

"We've lived together for two months, that's enough for me to already know what I like about you and what I can't stand. I hate it when you're right and prove me wrong, I don't like your cooking and you sometimes snore at night."

"I don't snore!" you exclaimed in outrage.

"Oh yes, you do," he said with a laugh, "almost every night."

"Rubbish !"

"I assure you, a charming little sound. I don't understand how the dingoes still dare to come near with all the noise you make."

You punched him on the shoulder, which made him laugh harder.

"I don't like your arrogance, the way you think you're superior to others, and I don't like the way you treat the aborigines.

Elliott sighed.

"I can... improve. If you help me," he said with a glint of vulnerability that threw you off.

"What do you expect in return ? My father won't give you a cent."

"I don't need your father's money, I have enough already."

You looked down, torn between your distrust and your desire to believe him.

"[Y/N], I'll protect you. I'm not an easy man, but I'll never force you to do anything. Not something you don't want. You can give your opinion, challenge me, be yourself. I might not be able to offer you the luxury and opulence you grew up in, but I can offer you a good life."

"What if we weren't meant to be together ?"

"What if we were meant to be together? What if I could give you what you need, and you what I need?"

"Elliott, we're so different..." you said, biting your lower lip.

You weren't sure. Sure, you knew what you felt, but how could you know if it wasn't just passing?

And you were as different as the moon and the sun. He was so dark, manipulative, proud, where you were nothing but vulnerability, shyness, and light.

"That's right, we complete each other. I'll teach you to be stronger and you'll teach me to be better."

He moved closer, his gaze searching yours.

"I'm scared, Elliott," you said, unable to tear your gaze away from his.

"With me, you'll never have a reason to be afraid again."

Your uncle, although surprised, immediately gave his blessing and with the help of the local pastor, you and Elliott were married in the small chapel in town. A prostitute who served as company for Elliott's men had managed to find you a pretty dress and despite your doubts, you were radiant. Deep down, you felt that you had made the right decision.

And when your father arrived with your fiancé and two of his men, it was your husband who greeted them with his gun... and all his men ready to defend the new Mrs. Marston.

"MARRIED !" yelled your father, "how dare you dishonour me like that? You little slut! You're not worthy of my name."

"That's good because she's mine now," Elliott replied with a predatory grin.

When Armand tried to attack him, Elliott made him back off with a bullet fired near his foot.

"It's going like it's for nothing," Elliott said, twirling his pistol between his expert fingers, "one more step and the next one could well be for your heart."

"She's mine," Armand yelled.

"She's never been anyone's and now she's my wife. I don't know how it works in your big coastal cities, but here, no one ever gets in my way, not even the army. So go back to your pretty houses and drink your tea and do your hair. [Y/N] chose a man, a real one."

Armand was so angry he was almost turning purple. Your father didn't say anything to him, but you could see the disappointment etched on his features.

"Keep her, Marston. I deserve much better than that little slut who gave herself to the first guy she met."

This time, Elliott's shot grazed his ear, causing a little blood to run down his face.

"Don't ever insult my wife again ! And now, off my land !"

Elliott whistled and several of his men stepped forward to chase Armand away. Your father approached you under the cautious gaze of your husband who was still holding his gun in his hands.

"Are you sure, [Y/N] ?"

"It's too late, father, I'm already married to Elliott."

"[Y/N], I won't make you believe that I'm not disappointed, because I am terribly. But if one day you want to come home, my door will always be open to you."

You smiled shyly, recognizing your father there.

"Thank you, father. But I love Elliott. I'm going to be happy here."

"I wish you that, my girl."

He kissed you on the forehead before turning to go back to Sidney, leaving you now alone, here, in the middle of the arid lands, with your husband.

"Do you love me ?" Elliott asked, holding his hat with one hand to keep it from flying away.

"Maybe. But just a little," you answered with a mischievous glint in your eye.

He burst out laughing before taking you in his arms to give you a passionate kiss.

"And here I was, thinking that I would never deserve a second chance. But here you are, in my arms."

"In your bed," you added, kissing him on the nose.

Elliott's smile widened, and with a smooth gesture, he lifted you up to take you to his room. Your room. It was high time, after this helping hand, to consummate the marriage.

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