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Hello, this was very much inspired by your Holly and Fiona drabble: would you consider doing a "dating would include" between Fiona and Beecher? I think that Fiona would make for a fun step-mom for Holly! Maybe Beecher and Fiona end up as cell mates after Chris dies or its an AU where Chris is less murderous and more accepting of Beecher's choices? Thank you and I hope that you are feeling better!
And the Fiona love continues absofuckinglutely I’ll write this piece!!!Honestly the chances are better that Beecher would marry Fiona in real life than it is for Keller to be less murderous 😂 So he’s dead in this. But yeah this ask made me so happy. Plus I wrote Fiona St. James (the actor that plays Fiona) on TikTok and told him your idea and he said it sounded awesome! So it’s actually had the rare honor of being actor approved! Thank you so very much for this ask!❤️❤️
Tobias Beecher dating Fiona Zonioni would include… part 1/?
He made parole. Felt like a damn dream again. Only Keller wasn’t there to wake him up. He was found innocent of killing Keller, but he didn’t feel innocent. He knew their love was till death do us part, but it never felt so real until it was.
He was signing for his belongings. A watch. A picture of his family, now half gone, his wallet.
“Didn’t feel real until now, huh?”
Beecher’s eyes flitted to Fiona. She was also signing for her belongings. Lipstick and a compact. A string of pearls and a hand fan. It had her initials on it Fiona J. Zonioni.
“Yeah. Just been wanting it for so many years and now it feels different.
“Because he’s not here?”
Beecher agreed, looking away to stop from shedding a tear.
“Your journey to who you are is an inspirational one, Beecher. Prag to stag. Geek to chic. It’s a classic.” She signed and started loading her belongings into a frilly pink purse. “I’ve enjoyed watching you succeed.”
“Thanks, Fiona.” He grabbed his items and put them in his suit pockets.
They walked each other to the door.
“What’re your plans?”
Fiona sighed and shrugged.
“Try to get back in the drag game. If I’m not too old, anyway. Father’s gone now and mother won’t speak to me. Hurts.”
“Sorry to hear about your father’s passing.”
“Don’t be, I stabbed the bastard.”
Beecher furrowed a brow and Fiona explained. Her dad always beat on her mom. Never laid a hand on her or her sister, but made her mom pay for it.
“One night, it was worse than usual. I told him to stop and he didn’t. So I did what I had to for her. And now…” she looked away. “I’m not sorry. I’m sorry it had to be that way but I’m not sorry I did it.”
“Can’t relate. I’ll hate myself for Cathy Rockwell forever.”
“And Schillinger?”
“I didn’t mean-“
“And Metzger?” She asked slyly.
“Didn’t know you knew about that.”
“The gays were a gang for a reason, Beecher, only we didn’t deal in drugs, we dealt in secrets. We kept yours for years.”
Beecher thanked her, though he wasn’t sure why. She smiled and patted his shoulder.
“You’re gonna be alright, Beecher.”
They stood at the gates together and Fiona chucked.
“Adam and Eve. The first man and woman in Eden.” She said, and left it at that. Their respective rides were waiting for them.
Beecher went to shake Fiona’s hand but she tutted and brought him into a tight hug.
“Remember who you are, Beecher. Always.”
“You, um… you can call me Tobias.”
“Are you a Theo or a Toby?”
“I’m a Toby.”
“How sweet. I’m a Fifi when I’m in a good mood.” She started to leave when Beecher stopped her and scribbled something on one of his sign out papers.
“It’s my number and address. Come over sometime, I’ll have you for dinner.”
“I’d like that Bee- I mean, Toby.” Fiona blushed which is something people rarely saw her do and said her goodbyes, rushing to the car with another girl looking just like her. Beecher assumed it was her sister.
Beecher got home that day; no one told Holly he was paroled. His mom just held a dinner for her and he walked in. Everyone cried. It was an emotional day.
That night, as he settled into his own bed, alone, his phone buzzed.
Night, Toby 🫶👑
He smiled.
Goodnight, Fiona. :)
He had her over for dinner a couple weekends later. He told Holly a friend was coming over. A friend she didn’t know.
“This person is someone I knew… in Oz.”
Holly couldn’t care less, her dad was home, that’s what she wanted.
“Is it going to be that guy you dated?”
“How do you know-“
“Gramma and Grandpa were talking. Said he might be the reason I was kidnapped. I know he wasn’t. You wouldn’t let that happen.”
Beecher was in constant awe of his daughter’s perception.
“No, it’s… she’s…”
“She?”
Beecher sat Holly down to explain some things to her. He said some princes want princesses, but some want other princes.
“I know what gay means, Dad.”
“Oh well… some princes like to dress like princesses. But they still like to be called prince. Some like to dress like a princess and like to be called-“
“She’s trans. You could just say that.”
Wow. Gen Z was really something else.
Holly helped him make dinner. She insisted on making pasta. Beecher asked several times why.
“Women like pasta. It’s romantic.” She shrugged and Beecher laughed and said okay.
There was a knock on the door. Beecher nervously went to answer. Fiona was the only person out of Oz that he invited over. He hoped it wasn’t a mistake. He opened the door to see Fiona.
She was wearing a sparkly red gown, hair done up curly, eyes a smoky purple color. Beecher was blown away by how good she looked when left to her own devices.
“I overdressed, didn’t I?”
Beecher smiled large and shook his head.
“You look FANTASTIC Fiona.” He helped her in and took her black coat.
“Aren’t you the gentleman?” She teased, but accepted the gesture proudly. She flashed something in a Tupperware container.
“I made cannoli. I hope you like it because I spent like fifteen hours on them and trashed my kitchen.”
Beecher smile and assured her that they would love them. Holly peeked out from the kitchen. Her eyes went wide and Beecher was afraid she was going to say something insensitive.
“Whoa! You look just like Jessica Rabbit!” She cheered excitedly and Fiona popped out her fan and dramatically hid her face.
“Child, you spoil me. She’s just who I was going for!” She grandly extended one of her gloved hands to the kid. Holly took it and kissed the top like she’d seen people in old movies do. Fiona was delighted and make a squeaking sound.
She pretended to be receiving her fans and extended her hand a few more times until she came to Beecher, who took the hand and mimicked Holly, kissing the top but letting his lips linger for a second.
“Chanel #5?”
Fiona put a hand over her mouth.
“And you know your perfumes?” She leaned down to Holly, as if explaining a secret. “He’s not going to be single for long. You have to be his bouncer. Make sure they’re good enough for him.”
Holly fake saluted and both Fiona and Toby laughed. He guided her to the dining room, which was made up quaintly.
Toby pulled out a chair for her and she sat down gracefully, which Beecher wasn’t sure was possible being how she was poured into that dress.
Holly pulled out her dad’s chair, and he sat down with a smile.
She left to go get their food.
“The royal treatment. I’m impressed, Beecher, most kids I meet are selfish assholes. Miss Holly’s already more of a gentleman than some of my lovers.”
Beecher accepted the compliment in the spirit in which it was given. Holly served their pasta, and Fiona clapped excitedly.
“Oh, good. I love pasta!”
Holly gave her dad and ‘I told you so’ look and sat down.
They chatted, sharing things about each other they never knew out of Oz.
“Dad can do a Rubik’s cube in like a minute!”
“Really? That’s quite impressive. Can he do this?” She turned her head and touched her nose with her tongue and turned around. Holly laughed and Beecher just stared. He realized in seven years, he never really knew how funny and charming Fiona could be.
“Tell me about yourself,” he said suddenly, and realized, how it sounded. “If you want to, I mean.”
Fiona thought for a second.
“I ever tell you I’m Chucky Pancamo’s cousin?”
Beecher choked on his drink and Fiona smiled.
“Well, I am. Distantly. We went to family reunions together. Never talked much but we knew each other. Took care of me in prison though.”
“Never realized you all talked.”
“We didn’t. But there was one guy before you got there, Derek Vaughn. Mean, nasty man. Always gave me trouble.” She shrugged with a smirk. “Until he didn’t.”
“Wow.” Was all Beecher could think to say. He told her he was starting to realize he didn’t know Oz at all.
“Oz was different for me than for you, Beecher. It’s… always different for people like me.”
She turned away to avoid from being seen as weak, biting her knuckles for a second. Holly kicked Beecher under the table and gestured toward her. Beecher put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
“We’re out, Fiona. And we’re gonna stay out.”
“Not for nothing, Beecher, but our definitions of the outside world are also different.”
“I can admit that. But, Fiona, you’re you. Just always yourself. I envied you for years for that. You’re yourself even when it’s hard. It’s an admirable trait.”
Fiona smiled.
“Takes practice.” She tasted the pasta and remarked on how good it was. Beecher gave Holly all the credit. She beamed proudly as she explained it was a recipe she learned on TikTok.
They had Fiona’s cannoli with dessert. Holly had never tried one before and was blown away by how good they were.
It came to her bedtime, and Beecher hugged Holly tight.
“Goodnight, Holly Jolly.” He kissed her head and tousled her hair. Holly looked to Fiona.
“Goodnight, Miss Zamboni.”
Fiona snorted at the butchering of her last name but she thanked the girl all the same.
“Goodnight, Miss Holly.”
Beecher turned to Fiona and asked if she wanted a nightcap, and at her scandalous expression, clarified he meant a cookie and some milk.
“Why do we have figures if not to build on. Yes, Toby, I’ll take a cookie.”❤️
Toby asked what kind she’d like and she said “surprise me, darling.”
He decided on the cookie; his most complex one. Dark chocolate and sea salt with dried strawberries. He even warmed the milk up for her.
“Realize I should have asked what kind of milk you want. Holly drinks hazelnut and coconut milk. When I was a kid and someone said milk, they just meant milk.”
Fiona giggled at his boomerism, and took the tiny plate, staring gratefully at the pristine cookie. She took a piece off with her fingers and dipped it in the milk.
“Mmm dark chocolate strawberry? And sea salt? Is that what you think of me?”
Beecher told her he didn’t understand and she explained with a glee in her voice that Audrey Hepburn said you can always tell what a man thinks of you by the kind of gifts he buys you.
“Or in this case, cookie flavor. I want to know if you chose randomly.”
“No. It’s my most complex flavor. It’s salty and sweet and bitter and fruity. It’s so many things in one.” He said, trying to justify his choice, unknowingly flattering Fiona more than she had ever been.
“What’s yours?”
“Guess.”
“Chocolate chip or oatmeal raisin.”
“Why oatmeal raisin?”
“It’s not for everyone but it’s yours and you own it. Plus it’s unreasonably sweet.”
He smiled and defeatedly showed her his oatmeal raisin cookie. 🍪 Fiona did a little victory dance that got them thinking of Busmalis.
In fact they thought about a lot of their prisoner friends and foes alike, all discussing where they ended up and what they deserved.
“Robson has aids.” Fiona informed and Beecher lamented that he didn’t feel sorrier.
They got closer and closer on the couch, laughing at some of their old prison stories. After a particularly good laugh about Jewel Schillinger becoming devoutly Jewish, Beecher found he hand his hand steadying himself on Fiona’s thigh.
He apologized one he realized.
“You’re fine, Tobias.” She waved it off but relished the burn of warmth where his hand was.
“You’re so much different than I thought. And I thought I knew you after seven years.”
“I’m complex. Like the cookie you selected.”
“Yeah.”
He asked if she would come over again and she said she wouldn’t miss it.
He walked her to the door and helped her with her coat. She let, giving him a hug, and he found himself kissing her on the cheek.
“I’m so sorry Fiona, I don’t know what came over me.”
“You missed.”
He asked what and she merely grinned and slowly placed her lips on his. It lasted only a second, but the warmth of her lips burned him inside.
“Goodnight, Tobias.” She pinched his cheek, caressed his face, and left.
Gentleman though he was… he did enjoy watching her walk away. 😶🌫️
He talked to Fiona every day. Always texted or called or visited in some capacity. Steadied him to talk to someone who knew his experiences. He found he very much enjoyed getting to know her.
One night, she invited him to one of her shows. He couldn’t believe the artistry involved, even if the lewdness of her act made him blush.
She’d come out dressed as Marlene Dietrich. A variation of the suit she wore in Morocco. Fiona was smoking in a sparkly, woman cut suit and it turned Beecher on more than anything.
She worked the crowd. Was good at what she did. Smiling and waving and blowing smoke in everyone’s face.
When she came to Beecher’s table, she smirked and leaned down, kissing him on the lips, hiding herself with her hat. It was something out of a dream.
Beecher waited until the end to give Fiona the flowers he brought. Hyacinths.🪻🪻🪻Pink and purple.
He knocked on the dressing room and entered at her request.
His smile disappeared when he saw she had a man in there. A handsome, shirtless man. Fiona pushed him off her when Beecher entered.
He was crushed and didn’t understand why.
“These are for you.” He said lamely, and she accepted them graciously.
“Thanks for coming, Toby.”
“Always, Fiona.”
Beecher was hurt that Fiona had a lover. He wasn’t sure why he was. They certainly weren’t romantic. Flirty, sure, but Fiona was flirty with everyone. Maybe that’s all it was?
At dinner that Friday night, Beecher broached the subject.
“Who was… I mean… the guy in your dressing room?”
“Damien? Oh, you know, e pluribus unum.” She said with a wink, and Beecher flinched. Fiona noticed.
“Any reason you’re asking?”
“…just curious.” Toby said, continuing to eat his meatloaf. Fiona dropped the subject till after dinner.
“Were you hoping to meet Damien? Because while he’s entertaining in other ways, I hardly think he’s the type for scrabble night.”
They did words with friends on their phones together. Fiona won every time. Like… every time.
“No. Sorry if I made it awkward by asking.” He took a bite from his cookie and muttered something. Fiona asked him to repeat.
“Maybe this time don’t battle a mouthful of cookie.” She teased.
“It’s just… you’re so wonderful, Fiona. I’d hate to think of you entertaining people who don’t deserve you.”
He’d expected Fiona to thank him and tell him she can watch out for herself. Fiona did not react this way. She got angry. Quiet angry.
“Thank you for your concern, Mr. Beecher. That said, it hardly seems like your business.” She sniffed and left it at that, but Beecher kept pushing.
“Does it make you happy? The dressing rooms and random men-“
“Beecher, enough.” She stood up, gathering her things.
“Fiona I didn’t mean-“
“I thought you were different, Toby. Don’t think I don’t know what I am to you and everyone else. I’m a back up. Someone to flirt with just enough to keep them around but when it’s time for romance it’s always someone else. You’re just that way. Just mad that your second place has other options.” She opened the door, careful not to wake Holly.
“Fiona, please don’t go. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean that. You’re not my back up-“
“You’re right. I’m not your anything.” She sniffed as a tear rolled down her face. “I’ll never be Keller.”
She left and Toby stayed up that night and cried for the first time in a while.
Holly saw him despondent the next morning. He was making her breakfast but with none of his usual talking.
“When’s Miss Fiona coming over again?”
“…probably not for a while, pumpkin.”
“What’d you do?”
He chucked darkly and figured he had nothing to lose. He told her that he’d kissed Fiona. That he’d really fallen for her. That he saw her with another guy and got jealous.
“Do you want to date her?”
“I think so.”
“You have to make a grand gesture. Like in the old movies. Something big and romantic to let her know you’re not just interested when someone else is.”
He thanked his daughter for having the brain cells he didn’t.
Fiona was with her friends, telling them about Beecher while she was getting ready.
“Men are pigs.” She stared flatly. “Thought this one was different. But we kissed a month ago and nothing until he sees stupid Damien in my room. Damien! Of all people! The kid with fewer brain cells than my left tit! That’s who Beecher’s jealous over.”
She was narrating to no one at this point but it didn’t matter. She fixed her mascara, trying not to cry again. She’d wasted enough time on that jerk.
Suddenly, music played over the loud speaker. It was coming from the stage. Singing, but not the usual boisterous melodies. Something sad and soft. Took Fiona a second to recognize the song.
“I got it bad… and that ain’t good.”
She sprung to her feet, grabbed a robe, and made her way to the stage with the other drag queens.
Beecher was there, in his father’s old suit, red rose in the lapel, singing softly into the microphone. She stopped at stage left, just watching him. He turned to her, and changed the song.
“Dream lover, where are you, with a love, oh, so true. And the hand that I can hold to feel you near as I grow old?”
She smiled softly. Dream lover.
“Because I want. A girl. To call. My own. I want a dream lover… so I don’t have to dream alone.”
The other guys cheered him on when he finished, and he would have thanked them, if his eyes had left Fiona even for a second.
She stepped forward, arms crossed. She pretended to still be angry.
“Causing a scene at my work?”
“Needed to see you. You haven’t played your word in days.”
She shrugged and went to turn away, when Beecher stopped her and touched her face gently, forcing her to look in his eyes.
“I love you, Fiona. I’m sorry I ever made you feel like you weren’t enough. You’re more than enough. Too much. Much much too much. But I’m greedy, and I want it all. You’re not my backup. You’re not second place. And you’re right, you’re not Keller. But I’m glad. Because I’m not the same Beecher either. I love the way you are around Holly. I love the way you make pasta arrabbiata, and I love that you sing to yourself in Italian while you do it. I love that you laugh at my jokes, even the ones that aren’t funny. I love that you’re so strong. That nothing ever stops you from being yourself. I love-“
“You done?” She asked, deadpanned. He nodded and turned to leave. She stopped him with an arm on his waist. “Because I’d like to start. I love the way you are with Holly too. I love that you call cookies a nightcap and that you make terrible, terrible dad jokes all the time. I love that you love salad and to you a salad isn’t just lettuce and dressing. I love you too, Toby.”
She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips, but he took full advantage and dipped her in his arms, absorbing her muffled squeak as he did so.
He waited for her to finish rehearsal and they left together, holding hands the whole way to his house.
“Don’t you have to explain this to Holly?”
“The suit was actually her idea.” He admitted sheepishly.
“Smart girl. Though if she were really smart, she’d have told you to pick up something chocolate and something shiny too.”
Tobias smirked triumphantly
“Check under your seat.”
Fiona pulled out a box of chocolates and a jewelry box with a shiny silver bracelet in there.
“I was looking for a necklace but Holly insisted girls like bracelets.”
They giggled the whole way home.
“Oh, Tobias, you missed my turn.”
“I was actually hoping you’d spend the night.”🔥
“Oh… I… OH.” Fiona understood what that entailed.
“Not that I’m not tickled pink by the proposal, honey, really I am. But… I look a little different without all my effects. You do know that right?”
Beecher pulled into his driveway and sat with her for a second.
“I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”😔
“Fiona, right now, you look like a million bucks. I’m gonna take you upstairs and make up for seven years of not ravishing you. And in the morning, when I see you without your makeup, and jewelry, and fancy dresses, I’m gonna kiss you and make you coffee and bring it to you in bed. That’s what’s gonna happen.”
Fiona, for the first time in her life, was speechless. 😶
“I…”
“I’ll also take you back to yours if you want. Your choice.”
She thought for a moment and in a flash, leaned over to him and kissed him passionately.
“Mmmm lets see what you got, Daddy.”
They exited the car, but before the entered the house, Beecher stopped her.
“I want this to be perfect.” He picked her up and carried her through the threshold. He carried her all the way to his room, laid her down in the bed, and started necking her.
He turned her over, placing his body weight on her and kissing her neck.
She was releasing soft “oh”s with each breath.
Fiona had been fucked many a time before but she would be hard pressed to tell you when the last time someone made love to her was.
That’s what this was. Each silent, squeaky thrust.
“Sorry if I don’t get hard. I’m back on estrogen.”
Toby chucked and husked in her ear.
“Did you honestly feel like you have to apologize for anything? Because you don’t.”🥵
They slept together that night in every sense of the term.
When they awoke the next morning, checked was spooning her, face in her neck. He took a deep breath of her natural scent.
She stirred. Tobias stared at her face for a long time. The masculine jaw and the womanly cheekbones. The soft eyes and the pursed lips. Her tanned skin and curvy body. She felt him staring and woke up.
“Hey.” she greeted him with a lower voice than usual. Beecher smirked. “Still like what you see?”
“Somehow, and impossibly, more than before.”❤️
He kept his promise, kissed her on the lips and went downstairs to make her coffee.
Holly saw him holding two coffee cups and smirked.
“I’m the greatest wingman ever. Where would you be without me?” She boasted to her dad’s blushing face.
She helped him make the coffee. Beecher was just going to bring it black with some creamer and sugar on the side.
“Don’t you know anything, Dad? She’s cool. Too cool for regular coffee. Make her a Frappuccino.”
Beecher couldn’t even pronounce the words she was saying so she signed and took over, sliding the blender past her dad.
Beecher carried his regular coffee and Fiona’s concoction.
Holly insisted on copious whipped cream.
“Can I come give it to her, Daddy? Please?”
Beecher told her sure but they had to make sure she was dressed first. Holly winked at him and he grimaced.
They knocked on the door.
“Honey? Are you decent? Holly wanted to say good morning.”
She told them she was and they wanted. She was sitting there in Beecher’s robe. It was everything I bush power not to take her for round two right then and there.
“Hi, Miss Fiona! I made you a hazelnut Frappuccino!” Holly gave it to her and then gave her a big hug.
“Take it easy on my dad.” She whispered in Fiona’s ear. “He doesn’t always say the right things, but he tries.”
Fiona nodded, and held Holly’s face in her hand, kissing her forehead softly.
“Thank you, child.”🫶
Fiona went to say something then turned her head. Holly and Toby shared a look. She was crying.
The both rushed to her sides.
“I’m sorry, Miss Fiona. I didn’t mean to upset you.” Holly said quietly. Fiona tutted and brushed away her tears to comfort Holly.
“You didn’t, my sweet thing. And he didn’t. These are good tears. Happy tears.” She sniffled. “Despite my face right now, I really am happy.”
“Is my dad your boyfriend now?”
Fiona giggled through the tears and stopped Beecher when he went to tell Holly that was an inappropriate question.
“I hope so.” She touched Beecher’s hair and stroked his face. “I could do much, much worse than Tobias Beecher.”❤️🫶
Fandom: Oz (TV)
Relationship: Miguel Alvarez/Tobias Beecher
Additional Tags: Gen/Pre-Slash
Language: English
Summary:
I remember falling, it was fucking painful, and I was like, 'Damn, is that it, did he kill me?' And you were standing right over me, Beecher.
Let's talk OZ
I honestly believe HBO’s OZ would have been so fucking popular on this website if it had been released during this time and not 1997.
Not only is the story great, the characters are great, the actors are great, the development is great, the CANON dysfunctional queer characters and relationships are great. Even though I’m not giving out too much detail and It might sound like I’m over hyping it but there is a reason why it was HBO number one show and it is honestly still such a fun fucking watch, it’s just an incredible show that I think everyone should take the time to binge watch
One of the things that’s amazing about Oz is how nobody gets forgotten. Every prisoner is guilty of their crimes, and we can sympathize with them and like them in spite of that because the show focuses on their lives and it humanizes them, like anyone should be humanized. But the show doesn’t let us forget that they did what they did, and it doesn’t let our sympathy for the characters overshadow the pain that they caused to others. Everyone’s voice is heard, not just the prisoners.
We see mother of the child that Beecher killed confront him, and they show us every bit of rage and pain that she still feels. She screams at Beecher that she hopes he’s suffering, and even though we can see just how bad his suffering is and we know that she has no idea what she’s truly saying, we can’t really hate her for saying it. No matter how much we love Beecher, we can’t hate Mrs. Rockwell.
We see the judge who gave Beecher the maximum sentence confront him, and they show us the torment that she feels over her decision. We see Beecher’s torment over his guilt. We see, again, the torment the Rockwells faced over the death of their daughter. And we can’t hate anyone, or paint any single person as “the bad guy” in a thematic sense, because they’re all human beings. They are all suffering, and we are made to see that they are all suffering, and we aren’t allowed to forget it, because Oz is not a show that lets us get away with the luxury of being able to pick a side, because it knows that these situations are real, the people involved are real, and that there really are no easy answers.
I am so glad that the show treats this topic, like it treats so many other serious topics, with the attention and sensitivity that it deserves.
And one of the things that I always found so interesting about Beecher and Keller’s relationship on OZ was that instead of the usual in-the-closet-not-in-the-closet hidden-queer shenanigans their relationship is always very public.
Because it can’t help but be! The block of the prison they live in is literally made of glass boxes! Everybody can see everything all the time. And not only that but everyone HAS to keep apprised of their situation because depending on how their relationship is doing this particular week people could fucking die.
And the show very explicitly and purposefully continually reminds us that they are not alone and have no privacy. There are lots of shots of OTHER characters watching these two watch/argue/interact with each other. Whenever they have a moment that should be private we see other characters watching them, or a guard interrupts or whatever. And other characters discuss Beecher and Keller’s relationship amongst themselves and with Chris and Toby. And I feel like I’ve never seen anything quite like that anywhere else.
and just like. idk a queer couple being the center of public attention in a way that is neither purely hateful/disgusted or approving/congratulatory
You and I, we love each other. But the Aryans say that any sort of love between the races is a perversion. Who decides these things? Who chooses which love is permissible? (req. by - anonymous)