#blanchet

Ervin Nyiregyhazi Blanchet: Au Jardin Du Vieux Serail

This isn’t quite canon but is closely canon-adjacent and if I have to cry about my boy I’m taking you all down with me

(This is kinda long, fair warning)

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Percy was still resting in the tent by the time food was ready. Blanchet half-expected the smell of pancakes to draw him out, but he must have been tuckered.

“I’ll wake him up,” Charlie volunteered as Michao dropped pancakes onto five plates. She jumped to her feet and shook the tarp of their makeshift tent.

“I’m awake,” Percy grumbled, but he didn’t move.

Charlie dropped the tarp. “Come get pancakes!”

“I’m not hungry.”

Charlie laughed and called back to the group, “Call the presses! I think he’s sulking!”

“Is it so hard to believe I get upset?” Percy snapped.

Charlie went quiet, her smile fading while Percy shifted in the tent. He emerged a minute later, disheveled and clutching his robes tight around himself.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I just...I need a minute.” He shuffled away from the camp, into a thicket of trees. He tripped over his untied shoelace, muttered something, and grumbled to himself as he disappeared from view.

Silence in the camp, except for the cracking of the fire.

Michao poked at it. “Should someone go after him?” They looked up at Blanchet, their dark eyes boring into her.

“Me?” Blanchet said. She wasn’t any good with people’s emotions. “Maria’s way better at this stuff.”

“I’m not gonna talk to him,” Maria said flatly, and took a big bite of pancake to interrupt any debate. Charlie busied herself pushing dirt around with a stick and Michao dropped their eyes pointedly to the fire.

Blanchet sighed. She couldn’t just leave him alone. She hauled herself to her feet and set off through the trees the way Percy had gone.

He wasn’t hard to find. Once he was out of earshot, he hadn’t made it far, and the bright blue of his robes stood stark against the brown woods. When he heard her homing, he pushed a hand over his mouth and turned away,

He’d tied his shoes, sloppily, and sat on a damp, mossy log. Reluctantly, Blanchet sat next to him, and water soaked through her pants.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey.” His voice scrached in his throat.

“Do you wanna talk?”

Percy shrugged. His jaw worked like he was holding back tears.

“You can cry in front of me,” Blanchet offered. Should she push him to talk? She was no good at this. “I mean, if you want to.”

Percy swallowed. “I don’t want to dump my shit on you.”

For a moment, Blanchet was too startled to hear him swear to answer. “I can take it,” she said.

“I don’t—“ Percy’s voice choked off before he could finish.

“I want you to cry,” Blanchet said before he could recover his voice. Shit, that came out wrong. “I mean, if you need—I wouldn’t want you...” Blanchet sighed in frustration and Percy made a noise between a laugh and a sob.

Blanchet tried again. “It—it would feel good you feel safe with me. If you feel safe with me,” she added quickly. “I don’t mean—“

“Thank you,” Percy said. He faced her now, his eyes wet. “I trust you.”

Blanchet was terrified. What did she do with trust?

“Um.” She held out n arm to him. “Do you want a hug?”

Percy nodded and crumpled into her side, breaking back into tears and shaking under her arm.

Shit. What now? “What’s wrong?” she said, uncertain. “If you—“

“I ran away.” Percy’s voice rose like it was a question. Another sob shook through him.

“What?”

Percy wrapped a hand in Blanchet’s shirt and held it so tight his knuckles turned grey. “I t-t-told people—t-told everyb-body was gonna find the Oracle and I was gonna save everyone, but I just—I just left!”

Blanchet hugged him tighter, not sure what else to do.

“People were dying,” Percy whimpered. “S-so many people were sick and I was so scared; I—I didn’t w-want to see it anymore, so I left!” His voice was rising into hysteria. “I don’t know if there’s any Oracle up here! I d—I don’t know if I’m helping anybody, b-but I’m their—I’m their doctor and I left them all to die because I was too scared to watch them—!”

He dissolved into incoherence and quickly gave up talking, just sobbing so hard Blanchet’s throat knotted in sympathy. He clung to her and she just held him as tight as she could, utterly terrified that Percy of all people was crying in her arms, that she’d fuck up and hurt him worse.

After a long while, he pulled away from her, his sobs faded into little sniffs and hiccups.

“Shit, man,” Blachet murdered.

Percy laughed through his tears. “I know.”

Blanchet scuffed her shoe in the dirt. “Anything I can do?”

“I don’t think so.” Percy sniffed and wiped his face on his sleeve.

“Oh.” Blanchet glanced at him, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

“Thanks for listening,” Percy said, hopping off the log. “I’m ready to head back.”

“You sure?”

so i’m watching it for the first time and it’s my fave thor film for the following reasons

loki is good now so i’m allowed to think he’s sexy asf

thor got even sexier

valkyrie

competitive brother chemistry

cate blanchet

valkyrie

“get help!”

“ As brief as life can be in Skyrim, at least we'll have each other.”

Skyrim Aesthetics - Couples

Ancano/Aranion | Sael/Jenassa

Blanchet/Thaeril | Marcurio/Lorenzo Valtieri 

Xavier/Galerion  | Benedikt/Serana

Narmo/Uthgerth | Ghorbash/The Deerslayer