women i want to marry

i want Andrew to be a survivor okay i want Nurse and Andrew to meet again 8'l


It starts with a bar of soap.

For God’s sake, Kent thinks to himself in the “personal care” section of the grocery store. Why does Dove think I’m allergic to purple just because I’m a guy?

He picks up the lavender-scented bar soap and inhales. It smells heavenly. Next he tries the sandalwood-scented from the men’s section. It comes in a gray box and costs fifty cents less. It smells good but it reminds him of floor polish.

I’m a grown-ass man, Kent thinks, and buys the lavender soap.

The next time he’s out of body wash, he spends thirty minutes trying to decide on one of the many “manly” smells before caving to “Cocoa Cabana” in the women’s aisle because it smells like Valentines Day in a bottle. 

After that it’s his deodorant body spray, trading in “Bold” (whatever the fuck boldness smells like) for “Fresh Cotton.” 

The first time Jeff catches a whiff of it on him, he asks, “New fabric softener? It smells awesome.”

“Nah, switched deodorants.”

“Huh.” Jeff nods in approval. “Well, you smell like fresh blankets out of the dryer. I have a physical urge to hug you.”

Kent laughs. Jeff hugs him and he laughs more. It’s nice.

After five months, nearly every toiletry Kent owns has been switched over from an endless variety of blacks, grays, and occasional dark greens and blues to white, purple, soft brown, yellow, and pink. Showers have transformed from a perfunctory necessity to something luxurious. Women’s products are so indulgent. They make Kent feel and smell like he’s been at a spa. He does have to learn to juggle the fragrances appropriately or risk smelling like a perfume store vomited on him. But it’s worth it, for how good he feels after. He feels pampered. His skin is softer, his hair shines, and even his pits and crotch look and feel cleaner. He doesn’t know if it’s the products or because he really cares about the maintenance, now, since he’s got all these specialty items to try. It doesn’t matter. He feels great.

Kent now has honest-to-God bubble baths and detox-salt-soaks. He’s got body butters and face masks and a lip balm in almost every flavor. The ladies at the Lush at the mall know him by name.

Kent’s still single. He’s got his cat for company, though, and the guys, who drop by or come over for movie and game nights and get drunk and eat all his food and pretend to chirp him for the specialty lemongrass-scented hand soap in his bathroom. Sometimes, on roadies, Swoops will plop down next to him on a bus or a plane and say loudly, “Damn, who’s got chocolate and isn’t sharing? Oh, it’s just Parser. Fuck you for getting my hopes up,” and then he’ll noogie Kent or grab his fingers and gnaw on them.

(The coaches have had to break them up before and it’s very unbecoming of two adult men.)

More than once, one of the guys has fallen asleep next to Kent and ended up face-first in Kent’s shoulder. They’ll wake up blearily, rubbing their eyes and saying, “Whoops, sorry man, didn’t mean to drool on you.” Kent was confused at first but he’s realizing that it’s because they gravitate towards the scent of him in their sleep. He smells like comforting things: honey and chocolate and cotton and Shea. He smells like warmth and safety. It’s why he likes all the things he buys, so it makes sense the guys would like that, too.

Nobody rags on him for it. They chirp him, but that’s different. Chirping, light-hearted and giggly, means acceptance. Soon his teammates start coming up to him in the locker room or nudging him on a bus and saying, “Parser, can I borrow some of your stuff?” and leaving with key-lime lips or cocoa-butter hands.

But it’s when he catches Sunny—big, burly, greatly-bearded d-man Sunny—pulling a bright orange tube of passion fruit lip balm out of his bag and slicking it on in front of everyone that he knows for sure that it’s okay.

  • Sanvers fandom post 2x06: slow burn time!
  • Sanvers fandom post 2x22: we were so naive

What she says: I’m fine

What she means: Even though Deadpool has been confirmed as pansexual, there hasn’t been a lot of canon same-sex relationships in his history. We get subtle hints and see Wade be openly attracted to people of all genders but so far he’s only been in explicit relationship with women. Yes, there was his relationship with Cable but even then it might have been one-sided and it was never outright confirmed in the comics. Deadpool’s “true love” death is even represented as a women most of the time. Deadpool has had numerous relationships and there are plenty of occurrences in the comics where he flirts with women but his attraction to men and non-gender conforming people isn’t really shown in the same light. I want Deadpool to confirm his pansexuality in the comics and movies. Instead of creators confirming Wade’s sexuality and only giving subtle hints in comics, the creators should actually make Wade openly pansexual and have him in same-sex relationships.

LIT AF history notes


sorry i didnt mean to scare you like that, but anyway…

i was looking through my history notes for our final exam tomorrow and i came across these notes my friend and I took in like january or something.  we must have been in a weird mood that day because some of these dont make any fucking sense.  

so these were my friends history lecture notes and they are pretty funny once I was looking through them.  they still make sense and you can still learn shit from them.  

  • Southerners were T R I G G E R E D by lincoln
  • Women only wanted to marry soldiers lol u better go die for ur gurl cuz they think it’s hot 110% worth it
  • Lotta death lol
  • There were struggles at home for women as well #DontGoBackToTheKitchen
  • The south picked up native americans to join them lol savages
  • 600 thousand died during the civil war poor things
  • The south is at a disadvantage due to their lack of food, grow cotton (ha losers) 
  • England gave up cuz they sick of war (they salty cuz they want their tea back <3)
  • England abandoned the south after they found out they were supporting pro slaves lol they savages
  • The south calls it the “war between the states” this T R I G G E R E D many because it make us a bunch of states and not the LIT AF country we are
  • Some soldiers were as young as 14 yr olds lol who thought that was a good idea
  • everyone’s T R I G G E R E D
  • people are buying their way out of the draft haha rich savages
  • everybody’s dying lol
  • the draft isn’t fair lol
  • many northerners disliked the emancipation proclamation and some believed the south had the right to secede-those savages were called copperheads
  • deserting= bad (different than dessert, dessert is delicious)
  • wealthy people thot they were too good for war and just didnt
  • at least 400 female savages pretended to be men so they could fight in the war
  • nursing was not a respectable job for southern women, but those savages did it anyway
  • Confederate friends were bound to fail

then theres my lecture notes which make no fucking sense (which was why I borrowed my friend’s in the first place our final is tomorrow)

  • Go to war to get the chicx
  • Confederate friends were bound to fail
  • South half and most slaves
  • George b mcgloin??
  • Oh, freedom
  • Z ”white-man’s”war
  • Blacks cheering lincoln
  • First regiment was black soldiers
  • Prices so high
  • Ppl not eat=starve
  • JJ davies came to save the girls
  • not males took over the roles of the males on the farms and plantations
  • Some served as soldiers and spies
  • 400 did same and pulled an eponine
  • Robelle in pennsylvania
  • Gettysburg to steal shoes from confederates
  • bad elvesUlysses Grant as union controlled half a million soldiers
  • Confederate retreated, WHO HAD WON?!?
  • Gettysburg address- few minutes, but remembered FOR forever
  • Ulysses Grant as union controlled half a million soldiers
  • Wilderness campaign
  • Goes with lee anywhere
  • <3
  • Let the south know that they will move anywhere, and WILL DESTROY YOU
  • Lincoln was SHOT by john walks in the booth
  • Didja do it johnny didja do it
  • total war 
  • Sherman also
  • Bring everyone right to the bottom

important people we needed to know

  • henry clay- architect of the missouri compromise, compromise of 1850, aka the great compromiser/thelegend27
  • harriet beecher stowe- wrote Uncle Tom’s Cabin, “fite me with a pen” is her most famous quote; thelegend27 2.0, very famous, even in europe
  • john brown- religious man and strong abolitionIst, believes it is his responsibility to end slavery cuz he’s a friggin legend; will get his point across no matter what you say will kill with his gun; failed and was killed, died a legend’s death (hanged), aka enjolras <3
  • stephen douglas- come from illinois, both come from senate, enemy of lincoln. both date the same women whom lincoln later marries, both run for president and lincoln wins, architect of kansas-nebraska act; aka grantaire <3
  • abraham lincoln- you already know who this is 
  • robert e lee- colonel in confederate army; very OP southerner
  • dred scott- black slave who filed an illegal court case and lost

other vocab and events:

  • Compromise of 1850- Mexican Cession, gave the US California (free state), won the Mexican American War, the south was triggered af; North also want to ban slavery in D.C. (slave trade in D.C. banned), the south got the fugitive slave law in return
  • Kansas-nebraska act - people should decide whether is free or slavery.
  • Alien-outsider, someone from another country (or universe/planet)
  • California/fugitive slave act/no slave trade washington dc un compromise of 1850, and Election of 1860 (lincoln carried no southern states)- that’s basically it
  • uncle tom’s cabin impact-very impact  

great notes right?

please use these notes if and when you do american civil war history because they are actually pretty accurate!!  wish me luck in the class! ;)

good luck with your classes this year and next!!

i’m amazed that ya’ll can like… contain ur gayness bc ur not out. i’m not out to my parents either but i accidentally outed myself to my brother while watching fucking tv bc i have no filter.


So yesterday I realized a lot of my male Asian friends love black women.
And it’s not even anything sexual.
They’re like “ I just want to marry a black queen and have my kids, and a future”
They really love black women.

It’s crazy cause my friend Joey was dead serious when we were in school that no other type of women ever catch his eye but Black women, but we were 15 and 16 back then. Now we are 22 and 24, and he’s really serious on trying to have a Black family.

Now my homie Brandon whom’s Cambodian lived in N. C. Where he grew up around nothing but Black people. But his uncles and aunts were married to Black People.
We were talking and he was telling me every black woman he dated treated him great but time had passed and they just grew apart, and they always had his back no matter what had happened.

He walks around talking pro-black. And talks about how black women are the real queens of the earth. If you ever get to hear him speak about Black women. You know it’s not a fetish at all. It’s nothing but positives and positive reflections.

There’s a whole slew of my Asian guy friends who love Black women I would post more but if you guys were around them you’d be surprised🙌🏽.

I hope they find their Significant Other.

I was thinking…for me it’s better I don’t romanticize things as much anymore. I was suffering so much all the time. I still have lots of dreams, but they’re not in regard to my love life. It doesn’t make me sad, it’s just the way it is. That’s why I’m in a relationship with somebody who’s never around. Obviously, I can’t deal with the day to day life of a relationship. Yeah, we have, you know, this exciting time together and then he leaves, and I miss him, but at least I’m not dying inside. When someone is always around me, I’m like suffocating! I know I said that I need to love and be loved, but when I do it quickly makes me nauseous! It’s a disaster… I mean I’m really happy only when I’m on my own. Even being alone…it’s better than…sitting next to a lover and feeling lonely. It’s not so easy for me to be all romantic. You start off that way and after you’ve been screwed over a few times…you…you…you forget about all your delusional ideas and you just take what comes into your life. That’s not even true I haven’t been…screwed over, I’ve just had too many blah relationships. They weren’t mean, they cared for me, but… there was no real…connection or excitement. At least not from my side. You know…it’s not even that. I was…I was fine, until I read your fucking book! It stirred shit up, you know? It reminded me how genuinely romantic I was, how I had so much hope in things, and now it’s like…I don’t believe in anything that relates to love. I don’t feel things for people anymore. In a way…I put all my romanticism into that one night, and I was never able to feel all this again. Like…somehow this night took things away from me and…I expressed them to you, and you took them with you! It made me feel cold, like if love wasn’t for me! You know what? Reality and love are almost contradictory for me. It’s funny…every single of my ex’s…they’re now married! Men go out with me, we break up, and then they get married! And later they call me to thank me for teaching them what love is, and…and that I taught them to care and respect women! You know, I want to KILL them!! Why didn’t they ask ME to marry them? I would have said “No”, but at least they could have asked!! But it’s my fault, I know it’s my fault, because…I never felt it was the right man. Never! But what does it mean the right man? The love of your life? The concept is absurd; the idea that we can only be complete with another person is…EVIL!! RIGHT??!! You know, I guess I’ve been heartbroken too many times. And then I recovered. So now, you know, from the start I make no effort…because I know it’s not going to work out, I know it’s not going to work out.
—  Céline, Before Sunset (2004)
Not A Perfect World: a Nurse Offstill fanfic

In which my OC Nurse Offstill and Harold have a private talk in her office. 

A lot of students came to her office in tears, because of some pain or another. If it wasn’t a skinned knee, it was a classmate’s mean remark. A nosebleed, or Principal Krupp’s severity. A splinter or a broken heart over a bad grade. Nurse Offstill considered it her duty and her privilege to cure all of it, and cure it all she did, with her supplies, her equipment, her secret stash of biscuits that she shared only with the kids, and her sympathetic ear. The students at Jerome Horwitz Elementary came to her for care and support for almost everything. 

Well, it had been almost everything, until the day Harold Hutchins stepped into her office, looking deeply distressed. 

Without a word, Nurse Offstill put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door and closed it so that they could be alone and uninterrupted. She knew that look on his face. It was the look kids made when there was something eating them alive, a woe or a guilty secret they had to share before it led to their mental breakdown. Throughout her career as a children’s nurse she’d heard more confessions than a priest. And, like a priest, she considered the confessions to be sacred and never shared them. 

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The Blue Stick Part 7

Pairing: Steve x reader  

Warning: Swearing. Pregnancy.

(Remember to always have protected sex people!!)    

A/N: This one has a lot of the other’s points of view, roll with me here. I’m still learning and a HUGE shout out to @writingruna for being so perfect and helping me out with this if it wasn’t for her and spit balling ideas I would probably have a blank screen still. Thanks again love!
(Y/N) your name
(Y/H/C) your hair color  

**Russian Terms:
Nemnogo lyubvi (Little Love)
Rebenok (The baby)
devushka (Girl)

@skeletoresinthebasement  @allyp1023 @castellandiangelo @meatballevan    @castielohcastiel @thejameebond @writingruna

Things with Steve and The Avengers are great till you think you have the flu. When the stick turns blue everything changes, how are you going to tell Steve. Nothings going to be the same anymore and you’re not sure how you’re going to break it to Steve what if he isn’t ready, what if you’re not ready to give your life as part of the Avengers. Everything changes when something goes bad and the team including Steve is waiting for answers. 

“Why do you think that?” Sam’s eyes on your face.

“I have this memory, something inside me remembers hearing him talk about marriage.” You let out a soft laugh.

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and at the beginning of the episode when kara is baking and there’d a knock on the door i thought it was gonna be mon ew and i felt my heart drop but then it was lENa??????? and i screamed?????? my WIFE is on SCREEN

Okay, but I just wanna talk about Fëanor and Nerdanel, and the way he broke the stereotypes early on in the elven world, which basically stated that “A beautiful elven man of royalty (prince in his case), must have a flawless, overly beautiful one-dimensional wife”.

Like, Fëanor’s beauty in itself is always overly described and always focused on, like we know this elf was beautiful. So I can only imagine how many people were expecting him to take a beautiful Noldor, Teleri or even Vanyar wife of nobility,  that took the title of being “The most beautiful elf maiden from her house”, but no…Fëanor actually went after a woman, who was as many of the elves would have considered “below average” or not fair at all. And he practically gave a “fuck you” to elven expectations and shit  on the whole unspoken rule of having to find some flawless elf maiden when he found Nerdanel.

And sure there was talk. People probably criticized his move every other second. Can you imagine how Indis, the wife of Finwe, and most beautiful of the Vanyar scoffed at Nerdanel? Can you imagine how she perhaps spoke with Finwe about Fëanor and dissuading his choice and perhaps finding a beautiful maiden of royal lineage (preferably of Vanyar blood)? Or can you imagine how Fëanor’s sisters most likely sneered at Nerdanel when they saw this woman with clay, dust and dirt on her? Can you imagine how every elven lady of the royal houses looked at Nerdanel like she was an “bug under a microscope” (a quote from Because of Winn Dixie :D) , but still, we have Fëanor who probably ignored all of them, and did his best to shelter and protect Nerdanel from their shit?

Like I know there had to be a lot of women who wanted to marry Fëanor, a lot of royals. He could have had any of them, from the house of Ingwe, from the house of Olwe etc…etc…I’m quite sure that’s what Finwe would have wanted at a point, I’m sure that’s what everyone expected.

But he picked a woman he found on the beach and because of that, no one ever let him life that down. He had to constantly hear about how his wife wasn’t “good” enough for him, and boy, I can imagine how angry he would get sometimes in Nerdanel’s defense, and I honestly think that was a deciding factor for him never returning to live in the House of Finwe after he was married.

But okay, Fëanor didn’t just marry Nerdanel because she wasn’t overly beautiful (because let us be honest, to Fëanor, aside from Miriel, Nerdanel was probably the most beautiful and goddess like elf he’d ever seen. Seeing her on the beach was like a lost sailor seeing a mermaid), but because she was smart, and had wisdom. Her defining trait wasn’t her “beauty”, like so many of the women he grew up, and their only trait and importance was their beauty.

No, she was an artist like him.

She shared in his passion of creativity and understanding and appreciation for art and talent. She was a wise elf, and would listen. Hell, Fëanor was probably depressed as fuck. Everything he went through in life, people just expected him to get over it and act like nothing happened. But here we have Nerdanel who probably listened to his every complaint, and gave him advice towards healing. And she was perhaps wise far beyond her years, and extremely open minded. Fëanor loves the fact that she is free of mind, and would most likely for hours listen on and on to her rambling about what others would call nonsense but to Fëanor it was knowledge that he yearned for.

And I imagine he helped her. Nerdanel was just an average elf maiden who walked on the beach. She wasn’t of nobility or of royalty. Imagine her face when Fëanor, the Prince of the Noldor strolls up on the beach. Can you imagine how much of her confidence was boosted when Fëanor expresses he wanted to marry her, so early on? When Fëanor, this god like beautiful elf, is probably head over heels for her! Like he could have literally married any beautiful princess and he chooses Nerdanel who has sand in her hair on her best days.

I’m pretty sure he always complimented her, encouraged her when it came to her art, and made her feel good about herself.

Basically, these two both broke the standards of royal elf marriages because they didn’t just marry based on looks, or royal houses.

They married for love, and they had a well developed realistic love. It wasn’t some “love at first sight because she/he was oh so beautiful (also from *insert royal / noble house)”. No it was a love where they both worked to help and build each other up, and got to know each other. They shared in common interests and found a connection there. And they saw themselves being extremely happy together in the coming years, and oh boy they were.

There were whispers, but Fëanor and Nerdanel were too preoccupied with each other, to preoccupied with their own true love and their huge family.

And to me, their love is worth so much more than any High Elven prince/princess magically falling for the most beautiful elf they’ve ever seen (which happens to be a princess or a prince and is like 9/10 their cousin).

I am so glad that Tolkien crafted such a praised, and beautiful character like Fëanor who fell for someone just average like Nerdanel and he really loved her.

And I know that during the events of the Silarmillion, my point of view/opinion on their relationship changes drastically, but they are one of my favorite elven relationships. Because they are realistic and they helped to build each other up through the years.

i’ve never fucked a man. i can’t remember the last time i actually had the fucking inclination to fuck a man (getting worked up over hypothetically touching jon bernthal doesn’t count). i’ve been on two (2) dates with men in my entire life and they were both tremendously fucking boring. i’ve been harassed and threatened over my attraction to women and “incorrect” gender presentation my entire life. the most recent instance of getting harassed in public was when i got called a dyke last week by a strange man on the bus who didn’t like when i apparently got in his way. i’ve only ever felt romantic towards women, i fantasize about women, i want and expect to someday marry a woman. i feel both in my personal perception of myself and in my practical experience that “lesbian” is the most accurate term for who i am. 

but because it doesn’t seem entirely impossible to me that i might some day date a man, i’m apparently not allowed access to that word. and more, i must be actively trying to build up my Lesbian Credentials in an effort to trick people on the fucking internet? please. 

Lesbian Credentials aren’t a fucking thing, but if they were i would have gathered up plenty of them by the time i was fourteen and, incoherently enough, getting notes with the word “FAG” written on them stuffed in my locker. i’m not about to have my queer license revoked by people on the internet who evidently haven’t gone outside ever

anonymous asked:

I know this is going to look stupid, but why do you not want men to get married to women? Yes I get that it's a good gateway to abusive situations and that marriage was built on the foundation that the women was practically owned by the man, but it's literally the couple's choice. Times have changed, and the only remaining factor is that the girl gets the guys last name.

Why should people get married?

Why should people sign a legal document that acts as a force to keep people together just because of how inconvenient it is to split up?

Why should our society give tax breaks to people who partner up, other than as a pressure to coerce people to do so?

Male lineage is the purpose of marriage, and male lineage is men robbing women of our literal birthright.

Marriage gives a man legal rights to women’s lives and women’s children. Men do not deserve these artificially constructed rights to invade a woman’s life. If a relationship is going well, you don’t need a legal document to enforce your presence in a woman’s life. People can love each other just fine without this bullshit legal construct that has no positive reason to continue existing other than you’re attached to it because you’ve been socialized to romanticize it.

Hephaestion - Companion

A/N. Probably the whole historical information is wrong and the language isn’t time accurate and blah blah. Honestly this whole plot sounded better in my mind but still… I hope you like it

Your name: submit What is this?

“I said no. You are not going to force me to do that!” I yelled at my parents.

“It’s settled, honey. I really don’t understand why are you reacting like this.” My father told me.

“You just told me that I am going to marry a complete stranger! What did you think I would say?” I shouted.

“It’s how things work honey. Your father met him. He is a charming man. He is also the army general and a close friend to the king. It’s the perfect marriage.” My mother explained.

“For you, maybe. Why can’t I marry someone I love?” I asked softly, wiping my eyes.

“It’s better this way. It’s a parent duty to find a husband for his daughter. You are too young to take such an important decision. And besides, love comes from living together.” She said.

“What do you know about love?” I huffed and went to my room, closing the door with a loud thud. I threw myself on the bed and let the tears flow. I knew that this moment will come but I always hoped that I will be able to convince my parents to let me marry someone I chose. I heard steps approaching my room.

“Please leave me alone.” I sobbed when my mother appeared on the door.

“Give him a chance. You might like him.” He said.

“No.” I breathed between tears.

“Well… you’ll have to calm yourself because he will pay us a visit this afternoon to meet you. I will come in a hour to help you prepare.” She said.

“GET OUT!” I yelled and threw a pillow in that direction. I got up and sat on the window frame. I used to stay there because I had a marvelous view of the sea. Whenever I felt nervous or sad, that was the place where I found the calmness and the serenity I needed. I didn’t even notice how quick the hour pass. My mother arrived with her make-ups.

“Don’t worry. Just a little eye-liner.”  She smiled. After applying it, she looked at my hair “I think the hair is good. I thought that it should be a little more curly but it’s beautiful this way.” She said combing it.

“Whatever.” I answered.

She sighed. “Please put a smile on your pretty face, Y/N. You should be happy. Not every girl has the luck you have.” She said and hugged me.

“Is this how my life is going to be? Faking a smile everyday, pretending that I have a happy life? Is this luck?” I asked.

“I’ll send a servant here when he arrives.” She said and went downstairs in the living room to make the last preparations.

I did nothing the whole time. I just paced my room, replaying various scenarios in my mind until Olympia, my servant knocked on my door.

“Lady Y/N. You should go downstairs. And please don’t be sad.”  She said.

“My life is planned right now and I have no word in it.” I said, looking one last time in the mirror. I was wearing a white long dress, with a belt around my waist and a silver bracelet on my upper arm.

I was slowly advancing towards the main room of the house. Loud laughs and voices echoed through the chamber. The moment I entered, silence fell. There were my parents and a stranger, who I supposed was my future husband.

“Oh, perfect timing honey.” They got up to greet me and I could see him more clearly. He had long brown hair and the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. I couldn’t deny that he was attractive. Every girl’s dream. Maybe it would have been mine too if I wasn’t forced to marry.

“Hephaestion…she’s my daughter.” My father introduced me. The man smiled and took my hand to kiss it. “It’s a pleasure, my lady.”


I was lost in my thoughts when I felt my mother kicking my leg.

“What?” I snapped.

“Hephaestion asked you a question.” She said, a little angry.

“I can’t do this, I’m sorry.” I said getting up and running towards my room.

When I was between the familiar walls of my chamber I took a deep breath to calm myself. I heard someone following me.

“I’ll be down in a minute, mom. Please don’t…yell at me.” I turned around only to be met by those perfect blue eyes. “Sorry, I thought-” I tried to explain but he cut me off.

“I know. You don’t have to be sorry. Can I come in?” He asked.

“Yes.” I answered.

“You are not really excited about this, are you?” Hephaestion asked, sitting on the edge of my bed.

I sighed and sat next to him. “Look… It’s not because of you. You seem a nice man it’s just… I don’t know you. This noon I just received the news that I am promised to someone.” I said.

“I understand. I am sure it is hard for you to accept it, but maybe I can help.” He said.

I let out a sad laugh. “How?”

“You want to marry out of love. Give me two months to show you that I can make you happy. I can talk to your father and postpone the wedding for a short period of time. How does it sound?” He asked.

“Post pone? You already set the date?” I asked shocked.

“In two weeks.” He said.

“And you would agree to move it a bit later?” I asked.

“Whatever makes you comfortable. Honestly, I am not keen on marrying a stranger either. Even though this stranger has some eyes in which you could get lost for hours.” He said.

“Nice start. Fine then. You have two months to conquer my heart.” I said.

“It will be the hardest but the most enjoying quest I had in my life. Can I see you again tomorrow?” He asked. I slowly nodded.

“And don’t cry. Everything will be alright, you’ll see”. He wiped one tear from my cheek.

“Have a good night, my lady.” He said bringing my hand to his lips.

That night it was hard for me to sleep. After being scolded by my parents for my behavior I have spent the whole night thinking about the following day. I couldn’t lie and say that I wasn’t excited. After actually talking to him and learning that he didn’t want to rush me into this marriage, I felt as if a huge stone was lifted from my heart. Even thought I didn’t completely come to terms with this idea I decided I will give it a try.


“What do you have in mind for today?”

“I am going to take you to the theater.” Hephaestion said, grabbing my hand and guiding me towards it.

“But women are not allowed there.” I said.

“Stop worrying. You’re with me. I’m Alexander’s best friend. No one will stop us, trust me.” He reassured me.

(A/N: First date ideas: Breaking the ancient greek laws with bae.)-Sorry I had to

He was right. Some people looked strange at me but no one dared to question my presence there. It was the first time in my life when I saw a play. The actors, the masks, the music, everything was exquisite. From time to time I could feel Hephaestion’s eyes on me, carefully studying my expressions. The way back home was mostly silent.

“You liked it. I could see it in your eyes.” He smiled.

“I have to admit, it was something different.” I answered.

“I will be away for a few days with some work to do so I won’t be able to take you anywhere.” He said.

“Don’t worry. If the next meetings are as amazing as this was, I am looking forward to them.” I laughed.

“I’m glad I could bring a smile on your face. I will see you in a week.“ He said.


I was impatient and really curious to see what he planned next. So that was his way to win my heart. Letting me think, anticipating so he never leaves my mind. I started to feel a little ashamed for not even giving him a chance at first. When I saw how good he treated me I felt a pang of guilt in my heart. He was really trying to ease me into this marriage stuff. The days passed agonizingly slow. I only met him once and I started wondering what did I use to do before that. One day I was combing my hair when I heard a voice coming from the door.

“Are you ready?” I turned around and saw Hephaestion leaning against the frame of the door.

“Of course.” I said throwing the comb away.

We were walking down the streets when i finally asked what are we going to do today.

“I will take you to the palace. I want to show you something I am sure you’ll like.” He said.

After we entered the palace I couldn’t help but stare in aw. Everything was so beautiful. I think I was here just once or twice in my whole life and that was in my early years of childhood.

“Wow.” I said.

“I know, right?” Hephaestion said. “Look it’s Alexander.” He gestured towards the end of the hall.

I started to feel nervous. After all, he was the king. Without realizing it I grabbed Hephaestion’s hand and hold it tightly. I could see a small smile forming on his lips. “Don’t worry. He is friendly.” He reassured me.

He saw us and waved at Hephaestion. We went to him and I tried to be as unnoticeable as I could.

“Who is your little guest?” He asked, looking at me while smiling.

“She’s my fiancée.” Hephaestion answered and wrapped one arm around my waist.

“You must be special. He refused every woman he was ever introduced to.” Alexander laughed.

“I want to show her something. Maybe we will meet later.” Hephaestion said to the king and guided me towards another room. The room was a library, with giant shelves full of books.

“How did you know that I like books?” I asked watching the room carefully.

“I saw them in your house. You can come here anytime you want and take whatever book your heart desires.”

I turned around so I could look at him. “Thank you.”

He smiled and encouraged me to search through the shelves.

I think we have spent a few hours in the library. I was flipping the pages of countless books, while Hephaestion looked at me. We discussed different stories and authors. I didn’t even felt how the time passed.

On our way back home curiosity was killing me.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure” he answered.

“The king said that you refused the women who wanted to marry you. I was wondering…why did you choose me.” I said.

“I’m going to tell you..one day.” He said smiling.

“This is your way to keep me intrigued?” I laughed.

“It might be.” He winked.


The promised months passed fastest than I thought they would. I’ve spent so many beautiful moments with him and I couldn’t be more grateful. The wedding was in three days and everyone in my family was preoccupied with the last details. I was watching outside the window when I saw Hephaestion near my house. He was waving, gesturing for me to come outside. I didn’t take a moment to think and I left the house.

I hugged him and then said.

“Everyone is so busy that they didn’t saw the bride sneaking out.”

He laughed.”I have one last surprise for you before the big day.”

He grabbed my hand and together, we went towards the sea. After climbing over some rocks we arrived on a patch of beach surrounded by rocks. It looked as if no one has ever set foot on it.

“It’s beautiful.” I whispered.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder. I’ve found this place a week ago. It reminded me of you.” He kissed my cheek.

I laughed. “Why?”

“I think the sea is the perfect description of you. Beautiful but so wild. Nothing can tame you.” He said.

“I’m not that reckless.” I said.

“Trust me… You are. One month ago you asked me why I chose you to be my wife.” I left his embrace so I could look at him.

“What would you say if I tell you that we have met before?” He said.


“One year ago I was in a tavern, drinking with some friends. Things happened and I ended up fighting with a man. I just come from a mission with Alexander and I was really tired. That man had a sword and he hit me multiple times.I had cuts on my chest, legs, hands. I’ve lost so much blood. Of course the others weren’t sober enough to help me so I left that place and wondered around the city. I was feeling how I am losing my strength and collapsed in front of a house.” He said.

“It was you.” I whispered slowly remembering the past events.

He nodded. “You saved me. You ran outside with some bandages and tended my wounds. And then you stayed with me until I could stand up on my legs.” He placed his palm on my cheek.

“I was so scared that night. I thought that you will die but then you could go home on your own. It was incredible. Now I know why your face seemed so familiar when I first saw you. I had a feeling that I recognize you but I ignored it.” I admitted.

“I knew that your father was a soldier because of the area where your house was, so the only thing I had to do was to found out which one.” He laughed. “Then, I’ve met him. He told me that he has a daughter ready for marriage. I knew how other men treat women. The truth is, it’s not easy to be a woman in our society. You have to stay home and do all the chores while the man has all the privileges. I wanted a better life for you. You saved me once so I wanted you to have all the good things in world. That’s why I’ve told him that I am looking for a wife.” He said.

“The thing is… I’m not searching for a wife. I am looking for a life companion not just someone who washes my clothes and cooks. I want you to be my greatest confident. I want you to trust me. I want to find love home and not go seeking it in other places like most men do. So what do you say? Are you ready to start a new life with me?” He asked, putting his hands on my hips, lips inches away from my own.

“Well…. The wedding is already planned and it would be a shame to waste that cake.” I teased him.

“It would be a shame to waste this moment.” He whispered and gently pressed his lips against mine. And there, with the warm breeze blowing between us and the sound of the waves crushing against the shore; with my hands tangled in his hair and him keeping me as close to him as possible, I knew that this marriage duty ended exactly the way I wanted.