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Madara lying in Sakrua’s arms while listening real time battle report.
Scene from a Chinese MadaSaku sengoku AU
Madara as daimyo (feudal lord) of Flame Fan province ,
Sakura as leader of Konohana, a little country between Flame Fan and Forest provine(Senju).
Sakura was married to Madara due to political reasons when she was just a princess of Konohana. However she became leader of Konohana after Madara helping her overthrow her greedy stepmother and stepbrother.
And this scene is from the part after the violent confrontation between Madara and Hashirama.Hashirama won the fight but died of massive trauma and blood loss. Madara was pierced through in chest but saved by Sakura and recover from his trauma. Madara secretly come back to Flame Fan province and prepare to defeat the new senju leader Tobirama.
I love how the author describe Sakura and Madara’s relationship. Sakura once left Madara because political incoherence.Although they do love each other deeply. There had been a long time cold war between the ex-wife and ex-husband after Sakura one-sided divorced with Madara and go back to Konohan to rule.However Sakura came back for Madara and helped him recover from near-fatal injury.
mountain town handyman, exasperated with how unprepared you are for the living conditions of where you moved to
your friend's much older brother picking you up from where you got stranded in the rain, after you sent the text for help to him by accident
the man you were arranged to marry (whom you decided to hate solely because of the forced marriage) being the one who rescues you from a dangerous situation
Had to go through a few iterations before I could finally settle on matches.
Snippets below the cut.
Mountain Town Handyman: Steve Rogers
Friend's Much Older Brother: Ari Levinson
Arranged Marriage: Andy Barber
Mountain Town Handyman: Steve Rogers
"Thanks for coming by. Again," you mumble, cheeks burning from embarrassment.
"Honestly I was waiting for the call," the bearded handyman grumbles. "Last time I was out here getting the well to work, I wasn't sure how long the pipes in the house would last."
"You coulda warned me," you grumble.
"What good would it have done? Didn't know when they'd burst and it's not like you know what to look for until it's too late," he huffs. "Still can't believe you bought this rotten place."
"I didn't buy it. Grandma left me it."
"Why not just sell the land?"
"He told me I should," you whisper. "Told me to sell because we could use the money. But I was already planning my escape from his cheating ass."
Steve pauses his work and looks at you in a new light.
Friend's Much Older Brother: Ari Levinson
"Shit," you sob into your phone. "I'm sorry, Ari. I meant to call Casse."
"Don't apologize, just tell me where you are," he gently orders.
"You don't---"
"I said tell me where you are," he insists, voice firmer.
In between sobs you give him your location and he promises to be there in just a few minutes. You take the opportunity to just cry everything out.
When his truck pulls up just a few minutes later you're certain he's broken some speed limits to get to you.
"Sorry I'm getting your truck wet," you sniffle.
"Don't worry about it," he grumbles. "Take off your jacket. Use mine to warm yourself up."
"Thank you, Ari."
It's too soon to say it, but Ari knew that punk was no good for you. He knew you'd get hurt. But you'd been so happy, he wasn't about to take that away from you. Especially when he didn't have evidence. But now that you know the truth about your boyfriend, maybe it'll be the in he needs to tell you the truth about his own feelings.
Arranged Marriage: Andy Barber
You know you shouldn't be outside of your family's territory but you're angry. That and the Mad Hatter's Cafe really does have the best mocha cookies. It's not like you'll even be out here for long. Just grab your stuff and go home.
But it was long enough for Rumlow's goons to spot you.
"Hello princess," one of them leers. "You're going to come with us."
"Like hell I am," you retort, trying to hide how scared you are.
Another of the men grabs your arm, making you drop your food. "That's no way for a lady to talk."
"Gentlemen," a deep voice cuts through, getting everyone's attention.
You almost groan and roll your eyes out of sheer habit when you see Andy, your fiance. But considering the situation, you decide to stifle it.
"If you don't remove your hands from my fiancee I will make sure you regret it."
"Sorry, Mr. Barber," the man quivers, dropping your hand and backing away.
Andy holds his hand out to you and you accept. At least until you're back home, you can tolerate his presence. But when you're safely in the car, you're unable to let go of his hand. The nerves are hitting hard and you genuinely appreciate the firmness of his hold.
"Thanks for the rescue," you whisper just loud enough for him to hear.
I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned “forever” into the only acceptable definition of success.
Like… if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, it’s a “failed” business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you don’t actually want to keep doing that, you’re a “failed” writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, it’s a “failed” marriage.
The only acceptable “win condition” is “you keep doing that thing forever”. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a “real” friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a “phase” - or, alternatively, a “pity” that you don’t do that thing any more. A fandom is “dying” because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.
I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And it’s okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success… I don’t think that’s doing us any good at all.