#ch: briar

[moodiestmags]

More of the hot frog lady and her Slayer enjoying some free time, while Lae’zel pretends to not be affected.

[takemetomyfragiledreams]

@crownofstardustandbone tagged me in snippet Saturday so here are my spitfire children in a future scene from my book to ash

"Will you have sex with me," Briar blurts, once the door has closed.

There's a pause as Emil finishes the line he's working on, puts his pencil down and looks up. "What," he says, succinctly.

"I just—" they run a hand through their hair and begin pacing from one end of the room to the other. "I haven't had sex with anyone since the whole," they make a hand wavy motion that is meant to encompass all that is the tragedy of their first death, "you know. And we've kind of fooled around but never really went that far. I think I'm ready to try again but thinking about doing it with anyone else kind of makes me want to scratch my own skin off? I know I can trust you and—I do. I want it to be you."

They've got his full attention now. He sets his sketchbook aside to face them properly.

"This is because of Lori?"

"Partly. It's mostly because of me, though. I'm tired of being afraid, of shying away from intimacy. Whenever he gets close one part of me wants it and the other part wants to run away. I just—I need to know that I can do this again."

He catches their wrist on the way past and meets their eyes. "There's nothing wrong with you if you can't. You know that, right?"

They look away.

"Briar."

"I know, okay?" They blow out a frustrated breath. "I know that it's okay to not want sex but I do. I don't want to let them take this away from me. I understand, though, if you don't want to. I know it'll complicate things with you and—"

"I'll do it," he interrupts.

Their mouth snaps shut. They stare at him for a moment; he stares back.

"Really?" They say tentatively.

"Really," he confirms.

They blow out a long breath. "Okay. Thank you."

The corner of his mouth twitches. He slides his hand down their wrist to twine their fingers together and gives a light tug. "Come here."

They go slowly, the way they haven't since their friendship first started, when they were still unsure of their standing. There are nerves in their belly, going off like pop rocks. He guides them into his lap and pulls them to his chest.

"Relax." He strokes their hair; it's getting longer now. It's past their shoulders at this point. "We do this on your terms."

Tagging: @wickedsmille @yobirinn @ragnarokhound

[killinbills]

how do you think briar!briar and clueless!briar would have interacted with each other?

i think clueless!briar would look at briar!briar with a lot of compassion. like gal went through it and tbh a big reason i wanted to rewrite briar is because i wanted briar to have a happier ending

ask me questions!🩷

[kikyocaps]

[cantareincminor]

I was rereading early SxF chapters and came across this well known panel:

And now I wonder if that’s actually going to come true down the line.

Back then when Loid first meets Yuri, he was definitely lying about this. He didn’t love Yor. He barely knew her.

60 plus chapters later, he had the chance to shoot Yuri in the sewer and he chose not to. Instead he took a bullet to the arm and a few more injuries. He then had a second chance to kill Yuri with a metal pipe but turned away instead with depressed Twilight (TM) eyes.

We then find out through his dialogue with Nightfall and in his inner thoughts when he goes home that he hesitated because of Yor. He essentially took a bullet because of her. Luckily not a fatal one. But I imagine that in the future when something threatens her again, directly or indirectly, he will take a bigger hit to protect her. A lot more character growth will be necessary to reach that point, but he’s already on that path, never mind what he told himself in Ch. 95 about the supposed lesson he learned from Wheeler. It smacks of a lie he’s telling himself because he’s too shook by the truth.

[noxribles]

so what yor was trying to say is

[jacobsullivan]

Words that cut deep, like a dagger to the chest, echoed through the otherwise quiet room. A space they had once shared many quiet moments in. A symphony of sheets and bare skin still played on repeat in his ears. The most beautiful of those melodies always interrupted by an eruption of ecstasy at the end. His favorite sound, though a far off memory now.

Dark eyes brimmed with tears before falling to the floor, half expecting to see a pool of blood from the knife that had surely been plunged into his heart. It ached so bad he thought he outta be dead. How could anyone survive this? He couldn't find the strength to even hold his head up until he heard Briar's sniffle. Maimed by the beauty before him, yet still unable to witness her suffer.

"Don't cry.." He begged. "..please don't.." Shaky hands rose with a great deal of hesitancy. Once so confident to touch but now fearful of rejection, still, Jamie couldn't help but comfort her. The pad of his thumb grazed the curve of her cheek. Such a small gesture but lacking no measure of love.

"I know." He had known for some months now that Briar was seeing someone new. His sisters, all three of them, had called him to say as much. He'd almost come home then, but his grief had destroyed him. Losing his mother then losing Briar right after left Jamie so damaged he wasn't sure he'd ever recover. He couldn't face her again as the man he had become. Undeserving in his brokeness, even if she was half of the responsible party. Had he waited too long? He wondered but reasoned that love, true love, didn't have an expiration date.

A face he would know blind, in this life and others, was taken between his hands. "For all that my hands have ever held... you are the most precious." A confession he could not hold back tears for began, each word more achey than the last. "I have always seen you as you truly are. Even when you couldn't, I could.. which is why I knew you'd never be supreme, baby, which is why.." It felt like his chest was seconds from imploding, the wale of an animal caught in a trap rattling in his chest. "I can't believe... I don't believe.. seven years... our life, our k-ids.." Not just his but hers, too. Six babies they'd dreamed of and named. How could any measure of time change that? "Think about it..." He begged. A better man wouldn't have, but who was he without her? A kiss to her forehead, his tears on her face. The latter all that remained after a brief moment, as Jamie found his agony sobering and teleported away.

// END.

Panic rose in her chest as he stumbled over his words, digging up a day two years gone and buried. She had mourned on her own, made sense of her senseless feelings on her own, worried for him, fretted, and thought of how she'd change her mind if given the chance. All the stages of grief on her own until she had stumbled into acceptance. It felt like a dream she had stopped having months ago. To have it brought up now was like pressing into a bruise that faded just enough you could forget how it ached. She took slow, shallow breaths, her tongue pressed to the roof of her mouth, unsticking as she spoke with desperation, "Jamie, don't." She pleaded, not wanting to hear it; she didn't want to know. It was two years too late...maybe if he had shown back up months ago, well before her heart had healed and found home in someone else. Maybe then his words would have opened up all those what ifs and hopeful regrets she had, had for months after he disappeared. 

Loved, as in he didn't any longer. She blinked, the confession she'd expected would come didn't hurt to hear as bad as she once thought it would. The death of them had been her uncertainty set aflame by the loss of the one thing she had never doubted herself; Supreme. It felt so far away now that it was sometimes hard to imagine she ever wanted that life at all. Some lessons were won the hard and slow way, in grief and rebuilding everything you'd ever know. She couldn't have married him when there was so much new doubt, they'd have crumbled she knew it the same way she knew the shape of him. It would have been a slow ending, and he'd deny it, but Briar knew she was prone to ruining her life when any of it stopped making sense. 

Briar was silent, suffering as he got the rest of his slurred words out; a quiet whimper answered the familiar name he'd reserved only for her, tugging at the remnants of affection she had harbored in spite of her stormiest days. Pulling her knees to her chest she laid her head atop them, Julian's shirt still warm with sleep covered over her legs, she couldn't do this again. The only way out was through. Briar exhaled before she spoke, "I've thought about it for a long time." She paused a sympathetic frown, her chest ached in that way that smothered sincere confession and long overdue explanations, "We didn't want the same things. I would have always wondered if the future you wanted," She said while gesturing between them, "was what I wanted or if I had just convinced myself that it was because of how I felt about you." She swallowed her insecure urge to cry. If only. Shaking the thought she knew better than to hang her words on fantasy and what if. There was no going back in time. There was no magical way to undo the hurt and change how things had turned out. If she could have spared him the pain of her abrupt ending, she would have. Even in her grief, the point had never been to hurt him.

She'd always believed she was sparring him the fate of her uncertainty also corrupting all his hopeful one days. "Maybe I would have grown to new dreams and wants. " She sat back, her head landing against the edge of her bed as she stared at her ceiling fan, imagining the sky opening and diving in, a heaviness keeping her voice a low whisper, "I could go on. All the what-ifs and maybe scenarios. Looking for a single one where we both got what we wanted. Where I didn’t feel guilty for my ambitions and uncertainty. I mean, I wanted to be Supreme. I wasn't sure I wanted children...and you," She couldn't bring herself to look at him to imagine the future they'd discussed belonging to someone else. Like Supreme she'd once let herself want it, made herself believe it was everything she could want.

She knew now that her uncertainty had been her answer; this was not her future. "You're going to be an incredible father one day. I want you to get what you want." Briar tilted her head to look into his dark eyes, "I wanted that for us.." She shuddered a sobering breath as a tear slipped down the curve of her cheek, "I loved you once, too." Even if she had been plagued with doubt, maybe it wasn't the right kind of love, maybe it wasn't enough. He deserved more than all her uncertainty. He'd been a pulse-racing, head-first strike of lightning, throwing her into a free fall that had no end in sight. She wanted something different now. Something she was sure of, someone who slept in her bed now. A passion she felt without the aching doubt that made knots in her stomach. "It's not the same anymore." She said while leveling a green-eyed, somber gaze on his dark eyes, "I don't want this for you. I never wanted this for you." She said again, rubbing her hand down her face to stifle a shivering cry. 

"I have someone." She told him gently, her fingers subconsciously running over the puncture wounds that were not quite fully healed just yet. "He's a great, kind man and doesn't deserve to come back here tonight to see this. This isn't fair to him." 

[suntails]

a father's love

[alekyareads]

this is sooo cute

in sxf lore there are wery few families who are rich and have stable families. and the ongoing theme of those who care abt children are the good guys, i think there will be a desmond company blackbell industries split as we know that they are business partners.

[chaika-jpeg-shitpost]

bro sent him an apology snack for trying to kill him on the weekend

[moodiestmags]

My durge Briar and Xan (sorry Lae’zel you couldn’t fit in the frame)

[karenchasity]

fae themed sydney sargent moodboard !

requests are open!!!

self indulgent

x x x | x x x | x x x

[killinbills]

who else would you pair your oc with if they didn't end up with their main love interest?

ooooh!!!

briar — cedric

holly — viktor

izzy — andrew garfield’s peter lol or pietro if he lived

mia — cedric obvs (or maybe oliver if ced’s still dead lol)

fianna — ……. would it be controversial to say sirius

ruby — either robin or eddie

ask me questionssss!!!

[kikyocaps]

[buryeden]

OPEN TO: any muse ! MUSE: briar parrish, bastard son of the king. edward bluemel fc. PLOT/AU: period au, arranged marriage. briar gets married to someone who should be below his station / part of a scandal in a desperate attempt to make fix a reputation. opposite can be the bride, a supposed friend/family that started the arrangement, etc.

He catches their hand in the shadows between the candlelight of the banquet hall, but the ring on his finger still catches the light. It seems to mock him now with every blinding glint in the corner of his eye. Through a feigned grin and gritted teeth, he asks softly as he pulls them to his side, "When you said I was the only one, do you just mean I was the closest one around?"

[youuuimeanmee]

Alright Twillight

So, according to your logic, since Yor managed to survive this long, she is perfect in your eyes.

Okay 😌👌