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The Shahrizai as a leather pride group would be amazing
(When you think about it, the Midwinter Masque is basically one gigantic Pride event in and of itself in a lot of ways. Itâs just that instead of the Pride groups being trans, leather, bi, ace, puppies, and so on, itâs each House more or less playing to something related to its canon.)
Shahrizai leather pride. Lots and lots of leather.
Eglantine derby girls covered in rainbows and glitter.Â
Mandrake owners with Valerian puppies/dogs.
Iâm not sure who exactly would be Dykes on Bikes but if it were a bunch of Priestesses of Namaah I would be so happy.
The security staff arenât really expecting a whole lot of problems; sure, people protest this stuff sometimes but when they have a whole lot of motorbikes and fancied-up cars and the like bearing down on them they usually fuck off quick smart*.
But maybe thereâs just this handful of queerphobic arseholes** who try to cause a ruckus, and Joscelin steps in when they start calling Alcuin names (because of course he and Phèdre are marching together with a group like RhED), so then Phèdreâs all FOR NAMAAHâS SAKE WE CAN LOOK AFTER OURSELVES but then someone throws a tomato (because if theyâre going to wear red theyâve got it coming) and Joscelin catches it and throws it back without thinking. It hits one of the queerphobes with this massive splat and thereâs this horrible silence before all hell breaks loose.
Security are quickly on it, and the crowd who are there to help people celebrate get between the queerphobes and the parade, so the paradeâs sort of still going, but Joscelinâs decided that theyâre targeting Alcuin in particular so he just. Lifts him up and drapes him over his shoulder, and gets moving away from any further tomatoes-slash-beer bottles. So of course Phèdre chases after him like WHAT ARE YOU DOING WEâRE FINE JUST LET US MARCH and Joscelin does his stupid adorable possessive bullshit and when Phèdre realises that heâs legit concerned about Alcuin then sheâs all well, I guess this idiotâs not so bad after all.
And then because if Jacq Carey can set her thing in fantasy France I can set my modern Pride AU in real St Kilda, so the three of them go down to Catani Gardens and watch the end of the parade and then just hang out for the afternoon, cursing and blessing the weather by turns as itâs one of those days where it starts out like 35C when youâre marching and then pisses down rain when youâd rather be sitting in the warm. They eat ice cream (Joscelinâs is vanilla) and talk to other people and Joscelin, who has been a bit standoffish (like not out-and-out phobic, but more like why would you want to come out in this heat slash monsoon rain just to walk a k and a half carrying a surprisingly heavy banner***) starts to Get It.
Then I assume the next time that Phèdre and Joscelin meet is when he runs into her at her day job. She is, of course, a barista. BOOM DONE.
* at least in my experience (have marched four or five times with multiple groups, sometimes in the same march)
** you know, the ones who call being gay âthe dâAngeline sicknessâ
*** especially when the wind picks up and suddenly youâre stumbling backwards trying not to fly the length of Fitzroy Street
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