#he was my ex's favourite and he was inconsolable

[chloelouygo]

I've hit a particular point of nostalgia where I'm really missing one of my ex's dad's fish

[bbnibini]

PSISLY: An Obey Me!CYOA – forty-six🔖

[ Burn the letter ]

(Mammon's affection reached MAX. You cannot raise his parameters any further.)

{ OPEN STATUS : YES

> approved > displaying capture targets

Mammon: 100♡/100♡ Satan: 85♡/100♡ Barbatos: 0♡/100♡ Lucifer: 5♡/100♡

CLOSE STATUS : YES >approved }

The piece of paper that brought you together only caused him hurt. Its scented pages filled with words of love that made you fall for him was nothing but an illusion. Your love was blind to the sides of Mammon that didn't fit the letter he had penned, forcing yourself to believe any semblance of feelings you had for him were true. Is it really love if you closed your eyes to the truth and believed everything had been perfect? Do you really love someone if you could only accept their good sides?

Such thoughts crossed your mind then, simmering there until it reached its boiling point---a love governed by ideals and strived for perfection. If that really is the love that you feel for him

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Then screw your ridiculous standards! But it hadn't been the case at all! Anger bubbled up inside you and spilled the remnants of your long-spent self-control. You wondered how your "wonderful boyfriend" had made such ridiculous conclusions. How many I love yous would it get him to understand that you didn't give a crap about the letter at all? It was him and had always been him! If your feelings for him started with an unexpected letter in your locker, then so be it. But you were free to fall in love with the real him! You wanted to shake him by the shoulders and shout at him a loud, drawn out,

"DON'T PUT WORDS IN MY FUCKING MOUTH YOU STUPIDMAMMONNNNNN!!"

…and kiss him while XXXX XXX XXX so he would fucking get that tattooed in his stupidmammon brain!!!! When you angrily texted Asmo and Levi about your boyfriend's genius conclusions, their seemingly endless spams of the laughing Blacjak stickers were already telling.

Despite your friends' best attempts to comfort you, you were inconsolable. Incensed, you held the letter near the fire and muttered stupidMammon under your breath in rapid succession, seeing it burn into ashes.

You put your phone down and groaned. You knew deep down that it wasn't good to hold onto your anger, but where the hell will you project that volatile piece of angst when every bone in your body is screaming "I want Mammon" both in a murderous and romantic fashion? You were pretty sure he was sulking right now, and any word you'll tell him won't ever register until he's calmed himself down. Well, you needed to calm yourself too, especially after you noticed that your fingers were actually burning from the fire.

Ow, was your delayed reaction, gingerly turning off the gas lamp and collecting the letter's ashes.

Wait a minute. You just had an idea.

By the time Asmo and Levi came to your room offering "tribute", they were greeted by your familiar figure laughing maniacally while looking at a pile of ashes. Judging from their nonchalant reactions, they seemed to have been already used to it. A tub of ice cream was planted on your cheek as Levi's attempt to snap you back to your senses.

"What flavour?"

"Both of them."

"Spoon."

A spoonful of mint choco ice cream was shoved in your mouth by a blank-faced Levi. The sweet and cool sensation on your tongue made you moan in happiness. Delightful!

"The Old One has finally calmed down, huh. Asmo, it's your turn." (Levi)

"Yay~ makeover time!~"

An equally cool gel was rubbed on your face, relaxing the remaining tense muscles in your body. Asmo seemed to delight on pampering you, smearing more products on your skin until your cheeks and your upper arms and legs were soft and supple as a cherub's butt.

Your nightly meetings with Asmo and Levi usually had a topic of interest. It was a universal truth in your friendship circle however that any enemy of yours is an enemy of both of them as well. It didn't matter the reason or the absurdity of your complaints. In pajama nights, it's always your ex who's evil and Lucifer who's unfair. Logic is literally thrown out the window in favour of satisfying all of your ids and egoistic desires. Saying that, it was rare on your part to initiate pajama nights on your own, as Asmo is its usual host, and his fling for the night or a completely clueless Solomon or Lucifer were your usual topics of hostility. Levi uses pajama nights as an excuse to rave about his favourite anime this season and was therefore banned from saying the word unless necessary™. Mammon was usually an avoided topic as well because your biased ass will side with the "enemy". Well fuck your usual. You've got a big ass target on his back and you're not afraid to shoot him (or maul him on the ground and have your way with him, whatever works). You realised your angry-horny highs were lingering within you so you calmed it down with another spoonful of ice cream.

"Fuck Mammon." you began your "meeting" with eloquence. Your two friends agreed by repeating your statement with malice only equalling your own.

"A question," Asmodeus raised his hand, pointing to the pile of ashes on your table. "That isn't Mammon, isn't it?"

"I wish." you rolled your eyes and pouted. "As stupid and dense as he is sometimes, I still love him. I brought both of you here today because I actually need your help."

"Just so you know, my arm strength isn't the best--"

"We're not burying bodies today, Levi."

"We're not?"

"I want him alive, Asmo…" you corrected. "...for now."

The two of them made sounds of affirmation. You spoke again. "I want to seduce him."

"Ooh~ How exciting!"

"S-seduce?!"

"We don't enter relationships to play house, sweetie." Levi threw a pepperoni at you upon your retort, causing you to giggle. "Joking aside, I was thinking of a public declaration of love! The more embarrassed he will get, the more he won't forget how much I love him, won't he?"

"How heavy~"

"Kinda creepy, dude…"

"Hey! I thought you're on my side!"

Asmo turned to the pile of ashes again and frowned. "And how is your public declaration of love related to your victim's ashes?"

"Oh! I was thinking of making it a good luck charm for him for the final exams!"

"How heavy~"

"C-creepy…"

"It's the letter. IT'S THE LETTER'S ASHES, GUYS."

Consulting both of them on making the good luck charm was the right choice. Levi's amazing at sewing while Asmo's sense for aesthetics was unparalleled. After arguing about the designs and the materials back and forth, the three of you finally agreed on one design. As they have dreaded, you only enlisted their help for them to teach you how to make the good luck charm yourself. No amount of their friendly reminders of your precious errors and sewing disasters intimidated you enough to consider probably asking for their help. If you wanted to win Mammon's heart back, you wanted to do it on your own! Time was limited however and so was the rift between you and Mammon growing further and further each day. You attempted to make peace with him despite his frequent attempts to avoid you, never losing your heart and staying close to your goals. You were thankful for Asmo's and Levi's undying support as if not for them, you would have started doubting yourself and charging through without considering Mammon's feelings. The least you could do is listen to him, even if you didn't agree with how he perceived your relationship.

Studying was done with the twins--Belphie's sleepy but academically inclined inputs helpful in answering the reviewers Satan prepared for you firsthand. It was a farfetched goal, but you wanted to top the exams and confess ala T☆kimeki Memorial under some big ass tree or maybe in an abandoned lighthouse. And going by the game's ridiculously high standards, no anime waifu or husbando would ever date a dumbass. If you want a CG event, top the exam, dammit! Forget your social life and hit the books! After all, Mammon looked a lot like your favourite capture target on the second installment. You wanted to look at the bright sides of your fight and start planning an otome-inspired way to end this pet project while you're at it. If not, you'd end up crying after Mammon rejects you for the nth time this week.

You swore you're trying to forget that already.  T_T

It wasn't like you weren't trying to text him either. It's just that he often leaves you on read or just spams you with nonsensical emojis. You attempted to send some noods once (his favourite hell-sauce flavour), but he only accepted your food and awkwardly tried to brush you off to the point that he almost ignored you. He would blush when you told him I love you, and would even look conflicted when he tried pushing you away, but in the end his stubbornness always wins. If he wasn't so cute when he's sulking, you would have already caused him bodily harm. You lied. You already karate chopped his ass a few times in your head. The several other times, you were doing…things to him.

After about 3 days, you managed to finish the good luck charm, which was actually good timing since tonight, RAD was holding a bonfire dance to commemorate the conclusion of the school festival. You had a vague recollection of the event being quite fun, but you were too tired from council work and too stressed over making up with Mammon to notice. He still had most of his stuff in your bedroom so you surmised that he got too embarrassed to tell you he wasn't angry anymore and probably, just probably, he realised how ridiculous his claims were especially after how your affections only intensified (and became all the more embarrassing) after your fight.

You began shamelessly bragging about him at random, and even hired a cheering squad (with you as their center) for Beel's fangol game. Contrary to their expectations however, you weren't cheering for the actual player himself, but one of his brothers watching on the bleachers.  

"That's my boyfriend over there! Look at him spectating! You're doing great, sweetie!♡"

The amount of angry Blacjak stickers he spammed you on your inbox was adorable. Your three days of Vitamin Mammon deficiency had finally caused you some intense withdrawal symptoms. Every demon in the vicinity received a hug. Even the angels weren't safe. A flustered Luke was your victim at breakfast. While Simeon's unsettling calm and soothing laughter accompanied you at lunch. At some point you felt like you hugged Lord Diavolo as well, because the day after, you were writing hundreds and hundreds of pages of reflection letters in Lucifer's study. Mammon had been its frequent victim of course, so most of the other victims exasperatedly told both of you to make up already(especially since it was getting kinda annoying). You agreed, but your lady love didn't. Unfortunately for them, you rather enjoyed the chase, so despite their complaints, you became even more annoying and relentless.

Levi had been understandably distant with you especially after your intense cuddling sessions the other day. You saw him visibly shiver as you called his name, only to calm down when you reassured him that you were reserving the rest of your frustrations at its source himself. Where was Mammon? Was a question you asked yourself as your eyes scanned the area. The moonlight was bright tonight, with several stars dotting the night sky. A large bonfire was placed on the center of the school grounds, dyeing everyone its warm red colour. Lord Diavolo hailed the tradition from Japanese school festivals, and was even excited to adopt a common legend that uncanningly fits your romantic agenda.

Confess your love to the one you like and you'll be together forever.

Romantic, right? It was a stuff from shoujo manga, and you were wholly supportive of it when it was suggested in the council meeting. Lord Diavolo was touched by your enthusiasm, meaning Lucifer (threatened) encouraged the other members who didn't raise their hands to approve of the proposal. Mammon was one of the demons who were "encouraged" which might explain his absence tonight. The announcer greeted everyone from the speakers and asked everyone to get into formation. Students of different realms began grouping themselves for the dance. You were beginning to feel nervous. "Where's Mammon?" you asked Levi and he only shrugged.

"Hiding from you, probably."

"That's not good. How am I supposed to confess to him?"

"With how many public displays of affection you've shown him, I'm sure he already got the message."

"I'll look for him."

You were reluctant to leave your spot, but you left anyway as you were worried about where he was. You saw him earlier when your class was cleaning up their booth, so he should still be in RAD. Probably. You looked for him in several empty classrooms, but your search had been fruitless. You bumped into Simeon who seemed to be in a hurry to go somewhere (your first social interaction for your whole search) so you decided to take advantage of it.

"Have you seen Mammon?"

"Mammon?" the angel pondered your question. "I think he's at the rooftop? He seemed to be going in that direction."

He really is an angel!

"Thank you! When did you see him?"

"Just now, I think? He said he wanted to practice for some…thing." he immediately covered his mouth. "Oh my, perhaps I shouldn't have said that. He was practicing to make up with you, isn't he?"

"Seems like it." you couldn't help but notice the plastic bag he was carrying. Demonus? Leeks? There was medicine in there too. Simeon noticed you staring and smiled. "I'm afraid I can't join the nightly activities. I need to attend to someone."

"Come to think of it, Lucifer seemed to be feeling unwell today. It's the season for colds now, isn't it?"

"Oh…so it seems." huh that was rare. You haven't heard Simeon stutter before. "I must go now; good luck making up with him."

You nodded and thanked Simeon again before parting ways.

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You would have been against scouring RAD by yourself at night if you weren't already decently familiar with the area. Moving paintings akin to the ones at Harrison Potter decorated the walls, and cursed statues that uttered your name and sometimes said 'seven days' were seen to be standing once every corner of a wing or two. Demons have weird aesthetics, one that clashed with the humans when it came to beauty standards--or maybe it was simply Lord Diavolo's own weird tastes influencing the interior design, you didn't know. The stairs leading to the rooftop creaked at every step, but you were too afraid to look back. There was light peeking from the crack of the rooftop door, a faint vermilion that must be coming from the large bonfire outside. Slightly fatigued, you wiped the sweat from your brows and held the doorknob, finding that it was unlocked.

Wow!

The entire rooftop was decorated with…envelopes? From a corner faraway, you saw Mammon busy scribbling something on paper. He jumped from his seat and dropped his quill once he heard your footsteps.

"W-what are you doin' here?!"

You picked up an envelope from the pile that read With Love, From The Great Mammon and held back a chuckle.

"Oi, don't touch that!"

"Is it for me?"

"...."

You noticed he was blushing adorably once you took a few more steps closer, now at skinship range, you smothered the silly demon in your chest and stroked his head, peppering it with kisses.

"So you do love me.♡"

Mammon didn't reply and only hugged you back.

"Let's stop fighting, okay?"

No response.

"I love you, Mammon."

Thinking he didn't hear it, you said it again.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you. I can be stupid at times, maybe even insufferable but, I really love you, you know? I was really angry when you told me I didn't! I would have railed you on the floor if Levi didn't stop me!"

You felt him tense at your words and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't worry! I won't do that anymore! (Probably). So, how did you like my love declarations?" you asked as you loosened the hug, greeted by his still blushing face.

"It's embarrassing."

"Buuuuut is it memorable?"

"Shaddup…"he buried his face on your chest once again. "It's stupid, ain't it? Being jealous of yourself; the stupid letter that ain't even worth much but you really like anyway…"You kissed his cheek in between his speech, and you felt him relax again. You saw remnants of Gentlemammon™ as he looked up at you, bashful and even shy. "Feels like I ain't livin' to your standards sometimes."

"So you asked the witches to curse you?"

"...you seemed to really like it when I was cursed, so I was shocked when you said you didn't."

"Because I do prefer the real you. I wasn't lying."

You saw him open his mouth and hesitate to speak again. The lovely flush on his face deepened as he seemed to think deeply about something.

"A grimm for your thoughts?"

Mammon pouted. "They ain't cheap."

"Then would a kiss do?" you smiled impishly.

!!!

There was a rather loud music playing in the background---mp3 files from the student council's playlist that everyone had compiled. Satan said it was traditional folk music from the human world, but you couldn't really tell. It did cause you to strain your ears to listen to Mammon's almost whisper of a reply.

"...yeah."

And who were you to decline? You bent down to reach for his lips, his, warm and soft on your own. It was chaste, almost comically innocent, for Mammon pouted once you pulled away.

"It's a make-up kiss."

"Even gradeschoolers can do better!"

"I don't know. I haven't kissed someone in ages.

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Maybe if I read that someone's letters over here, it will jog my memory?"

Mammon looked flustered as he tried to stop you from reaching from the pile. But instead of a dreaded envelope on your hands, he saw a trinket instead.

"I burned the letter and made it into a charm! For academic success!"

"You what?"

"I don't really care about the letter, dummy. I was just happy to receive it from you." You smiled bitterly. "Even if you told me you got angry for a stupid reason, I still hurt you. I don't want you chase a shadow of yourself or think I'm loving an illusion of you." You placed the charm on his palm and closed it with his fist.

"What matters to me is the Mammon with me right now: you . I love you Mammon for who you are so please don't ever forget that."

"I think I won't be able to even if I want to…" With all the embarrassing crap you've done? You couldn't help but agree.

"So, what about me Mammon? Do you love me?"

He surprised you by kissing your lips in reply and saying,

"I love you. I really love you."

[ Mammon's Good Ending obtained. ]

💌autoload save slot

💌go back to prologue

💌exit

💌masterlist

[ You have unlocked ~KEY 3: Mammon's Letter ~ ]

💌enter password

(hint: the colour of the flowers decorating the love letter's stationery; one word, lowercase)

[mynarcissticex]

When I first met my ex Matt it was the complete wrong timing in my life, I had been separated 4 years prior to meeting him, I was in a bad place mentally I had been through ordeal after ordeal I was lost and alone I wanted an escape but I knew I was under control by my current circumstances I had no options I was about to move out of my small flat in Islington with my bro and my ex husband who threatened to kill me if I didn’t take him with me, I was fed up mentally and physically and heavily silenced by stigma,

I was sat waiting for the estate agents this evening 20/6/14 to call me back to say the offer was accepted on my flat and was ready to move in 10 days time, I was on Facebook chatting to a friend and another message pops up from Matt over the space of a week he was trying to get my attention but I was too busy to reply and I had no interest in dating, as I sat there he messaged saying “hey I heard your a damsel in distress” let me take you for a drink... I never had offers like this ever and at that point I hardly ever drank or went out either I was depressed and my ex husband had already betrayed me tenfold, my friend said Emma you should meet this guy get yourself out and nothing has to happen or come of it, so I thought ok yes my ex husband was away on business or with another woman my brother was at work so it seemed fitting considering the circumstances I was under, I replied to Matt and said hey sure meet me at angel in an hour.. (not expecting he was going to come at lightspeed in 45 mins he arrived from Croydon, I was impressed I thought he is keen we had a mutual friend in common unfortunately a friend that was a bit of an arsehole to say the least.

So Matt arrives we walked down to one of my favourite bars he seemed charming upon meeting him looked more handsome then in his pics on Facebook, we arrived at this bar I already had 2 glasses of wine after being teetotal for 6 months prior to this night so I was a bit tipsy, we had a cocktail, looking back to this night now I honesty would say if I could go back to this night I wouldn’t of seen him again, he made no conversation I felt awkward the whole entire time trying to find grounds for anything he may find interesting to talk about but he just sat there rather stonewalling and dismissive (classic narcissistic trait) I was used to this with my ex husband so I guess it seemed normal to me, I carried on drinking Matt just seemed happy to sit there listening and not saying anything to me still then we went to another bar before he got the tube home, same scenario there but I noticed he was very predatory with his eyes he kept looking at my body parts like my waistline arms and legs (he’s extremely shallow so it makes sense now) and with his disorders it’s really no surprise but I didn’t think much of it and plus I was half cut by this point. I said I’m tired now and have a long day tomorrow packing so we parted ways I said it was nice to meet you he said the same and got the tube back. The date for me wasn’t exactly anything I had in mind but I thought maybe he’s just really shy and not that confident so I brushed it off.

I text him the next day saying hey it was good to meet you and from then we conversed back and forth over the next 10 days before I moved to Romford we met up for the second time on the 23rd his birthday and went to a restaurant in London Bridge each date was always pretty fucking awkward but something drawed me to him maybe because I thought he was laid back and I felt safe somehow but as time went on he became more and more stonewalling even threw tantrums sometimes turned up to meet me in foul moods, I thought how can I ever tell this man anything about what’s currently happening to me if he won’t get it or understand me and that’s where I should of drew the line and cut ties but it was like he cast some kind of spell on me I didn’t want to be without this man as I found some comfort in him so I carried on and on walking on eggshells scared to talk to him, I realised he was trauma bonding me this is part of their disorder it makes me sick how he was capable of it he hardly ever said anything to me, he was arrogant and ignorant, dismissive and just overall didn’t seem care unless the conversation involved him or something I was doing for him. I realise now I stuck by him because I feared being alone whilst I was going through physical abuse matt never hit me but often frightened me during his arguments by standing over me and screaming at me I would sit and cry inconsolably sometimes and he would laugh at me or walk out the room tell me to stop being pathetic.

In 2015 I had already had a 1000 red flags and my friends kept warning me he’s a piece of shit Emma imagine if you told him what was happening to you if you could of he’s not going to be there for you he’s using you “I was grade A supply to him” I did everything for him cooked lavish meals, paid for everything I could including his designer clothes and trainers, even took out a loan to help me out of a dangerous situation and so he could buy a moped to do his delivery job with. Sometimes he felt like a happy pill when I was going through the worst but I couldn’t communicate with him like I could with any normal human being I was scared to in fear of his reaction and talking to him was like talking to a brick wall so when he came over I’d stay downstairs drink wine and clean he had shown me time and time again he only had interest in himself and watching tv he didn’t lift a finger, why would he I was his slave driver he loved it I felt like his mother not his girlfriend.

By the end of our relationship and during the course of our relationship I was going through hell at home I fought long and hard the entire time I was with matt to stay alive and get out of my situation the best way I could safely. After Matt had discarded me for another woman last feb I later found out he was grooming 2 months prior without my knowledge that is when I had a chance to escape him too and start a new life fresh but even when he broke my heart I tried so many times to tell him the truth I had already started researching matts narcissistic ways but my knowledge was minimal then, matt kept me on a back burner the entire time he was with Stella he even told her he would never come back to me but was still in touch with me because he wanted his debts paid off. That’s why the moment she broke up with him he came grovelling back to me by this point I was desperate to get out of this place and start over I had spent so much time blocking out our history so I thought I’m going to give him a second chance, I was still being manipulated and controlled soon as he knew I was leaving and getting a large sum of money he was all over me like a tramp on chips he still wanted the 14k motorbike I promised him even after what he did to me he felt like he deserved it still that’s how skewed he is. I got out and that’s when I realised he was hellbent on taking my money from that day onwards, I complied so much to keep the peace and I just had this picture in my head of living this life with him that we both dreamt of but of course it didn’t happen that way it just got worse once he got his bike and was debt free I was devalued again...

So after 5 months of hell living with him being manipulated, financially abused. Controlled. I then realised this is why I could never ever tell you the truth I was protecting myself from the abuse on both sides I lost my voice and my ability to be able to speak my truth so all the red flags I dismissed were the reason why he discarded me for the final time in nov 2019 he had gotten what he set out to achieve all along and proved to me he never cared about me my well-being or my life or anything I had to endure. A narcissist only wants what you have and he got that all whilst I had to suffer to give him that and stay silenced by stigma it was like I was trying to protect him aswell as myself. When all along The only person who needed saving was ME.

[carafinn]

won’t be soon before long

victuuri fairytale AU inspired by a tumblr post, ft. georgi who cannot get a break

It’s a beautiful summer morning, and Georgi’s seated on a large frond in the middle of the magical swamp in his backyard, trying his best to brood dramatically about his beloved Anya despite being silhouetted against a lovely magical forest full of cheerful woodlands creatures rather than the preferred bitterly cold wintery day or a cliff overlooking a tragically fleeting sunset.

“Help!” comes a man’s cry.

Georgi sighs. Dramatically.

It’s not the first time a traveller has wandered into his residence and strayed into his swamp; this is precisely why he’s erected multiple signage around the area to deter people from entering (and disrupting his very precious, very sacred brooding sessions): “DO NOT ENTER” “DANGER KEEP OUT” “WITCH NECROMANCER EXTREMELY DANGEROUS SOUL-SUCKING DEMON CREATURE OF THE DARK’S RESIDENCE” “MILKMAN TO LEAVE MILK UNDERNEATH POPPY PLANT THANK YOU”

Georgi rows himself to the source of the noise with a discarded tree branch and sees a young, silver-haired guy struggling to keep afloat. The man, upon spotting Georgi, immediately reaches his hands out to grab hold of Georgi’s tree branch to keep himself afloat. There’s a moment of silence as the two men tussle for ownership of the branch; Georgi loses his balance and almost falls off the frond.

“Who are you, and how dare you trespass upon my residence,” Georgi demands in his most impressive voice. Next to him, the tiny hatchling perched on his left shoulder lets out a particularly menacing chirrp. Smoke billows out ominously from Georgi’s cottage through the chimney, accompanied by the refreshing scent of freshly baked honeysuckle pie.

“I’m sorry,” begged the man. “I am Viktor Nikiforov, and I am the Royal Prince. My dad, the king, wanted to marry me off to some princess, but I didn’t want to, so I ran away into the forest and got lost.”

A royal scandal? A lost love, never meant to be? Now that’s the tragic backstory Georgi’s always dreamed of. He nods, and Viktor takes it as a sign to continue.

“- and then I was walking along a random path and I didn’t realise where I was going and I caught sight of a beautiful face in the swamp and was so enraptured by his beauty, I walked straight into the pond –”

The halfwit got distracted by his own reflection in the swamp. Everyday Georgi finds new things to be depressed about.

Georgi decides that it’s the last straw; if he’s is to deter other travellers from bumbling into his residence, he’s going to have to set his foot down and punish these wrongdoers, damnit.

“I’ll save you,” Georgi tells Viktor grimly, “In return for your most prized possession.”

Viktor considers the statement for a second. “Seems fair. What do you want?”

Georgi blinks, surprised. Clearly he hadn’t thought through it carefully. “Uh, how much do you have with you now?”

“I’ve, like, three bronze coins,” Viktor confesses. “And an old creaky violin.”

That won’t do. “Any other prized possessions?”

“I’ve a secret family recipe for a blueberry tart that’s famous in certain knitting circles,” Viktor offers.

Tempting, but… “Anything else?”

“I could offer you my virgini-”

“YOUR FIRSTBORN,” Georgi says, loudly. “YOU WILL GIVE ME YOUR FIRSTBORN CHILD.”

“Sure, but how can you make sure I won't lie and run away?” Viktor frowns, concerned.

“We’ll enter a magically binding agreement,” Georgi decrees grandly, pulling out his wand with his free hand and gesturing to the air around them. “You will pass me your firstborn on the pain of death. Until you do, you’re not allowed to leave this forest.”

“Deal!”

A spark of magic flies out from Georgi’s wand, and then fizzes away; now Viktor will have no choice but to obey him.

“By the way,” Viktor says, “Were you trying to brood while sitting on a piece of banana leaf? That’s like, so uncool.”

Georgi lets go of the tree branch.

   Days turn into weeks turn into months, and Viktor still hasn’t found a better half to breed a spawn with.

Georgi realises, with a rising wave of panic, that being trapped in the forest as a means of escaping his royal arranged marriage might have been Viktor’s goal all along.

Desperate times beget desperate measures. If Viktor’s not going to actively try to do something about the state of his singlehood, then Georgi is going to intervene.

Georgi’s concept of romance has, thus far, involved a lot of one-sided pining, angst-ridden poetry, and inconsolable weeping.

Trying to get Viktor a partner yields pretty much the same teary results.

“Viktor, look outside! It’s Mila Babicheva passing by with her dad!” Georgi would say, peeking through a gap in the fence surrounding his backyard. Everyone knew Mila, even magical spirits like Georgi who lived in the middle of a forest, for her beauty was truly legendary. “Quick, run out before it’s too late!”

“Not interested,” Viktor would singsong, from his half-reclined position on Georgi’s favourite frond in the middle of the swamp, where he is playing his violin and sipping cranberry juice. “Be a lamb and refill the juice for me, won’t you?”

  “Viktor, an exquisite looking young man’s sleeping underneath the toadstool outside with his equally exquisite husky! Didn’t you say that you like dogs?”

“Only fat, woolly ones, Georgi! Try harder!”

  “Viktor, look at that beautiful golden-haired sexy beast of a man who’s drowning in the swamp! Naked. Totally naked. You have to save him!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Georgi, it’s low tide today. The water level’s barely at my ankles.”

  Georgi’s almost resigned to living the rest of his life in Viktor’s company. At this point, because there is clearly no god, Georgi’s pretty sure that he’s the one being punished.

This goes on until Viktor comes running into the cottage one day in the midst of Georgi’s baking session, butt-naked and dripping wet.

“Georgi, Georgi, I found the man of my dreams,” Viktor breathes.

“What the hell are you doing here, get out of the house and get together with him!” Georgi orders shrilly, dropping the spatula in his hands in favour of jabbing a finger towards the general direction of the door. “Do so at once!”

To his horror, Viktor burst into tears.

“I tried to,” Viktor says. “I was soaking in one of the hot springs outside and I saw – I saw this gorgeous man, playing his flute to woodland creatures and – and he’s so perfect, Georgi, so perfect – and I just – I didn’t think – and I ran out of the water and started to chase after him.”

“You… chased after him,” Georgi says faintly, after a moment of silence. “Naked.”

“He ran away from me,” Viktor wails, as if that he hadn’t expected that to be the logical conclusion of the story. “I will never find true love again. Never." He trudges into his bedroom – his bedroom, in Georgi’s house – and leaves a trail of sad-looking muddy footprints on the floor. Within a few minutes, the house is filled with the sound of weepy violin music.

And people think Georgi is dramatic. Georgi lets out a long-suffering sigh, and goes to take the mop from underneath the kitchen sink. 

  In order to ensure that Viktor succeeds in wooing the mysterious flute man, Georgi decides to tap on his witchcraft to gather information about him. Know thy enemy, and so on.

The man’s name is Katsuki Yuuri. He’s the ex-apprentice of one of the most famous musicians in the country, Celestino. He wanders into the forest every other day of the week and plays some sad drippy flute music to woodland creatures, for reasons that largely elude Georgi. He’s soft-spoken, owns a pet dog , and has the sort of fashion sense that makes Georgi wants to scream in pain and anguish.

The woodlands creatures adore him.

Most humans don’t make it out of magical forests alive; Yuuri wanders in and out of the place, blissfully ignorant of the fact, like it’s his own backyard.

Viktor, traumatised from his disastrous encounter with Yuuri, has taken to pining after Yuuri from afar instead.

“I mean, it’s not pathetic at all,” Georgi says in a monotone, because romance is dead. Romance is dead because Viktor Nikiforov killed it. “You’ve only been pining after him for six months.”

“Oh, shut up,” Viktor snaps from his hiding place behind a large magical toadstool.

Katsuki Yuuri is sitting serenely by the river bank, playing his flute. Clearly, Viktor is not the only besotted creature here – as he sits down, the sunflowers within a ten metre radius immediately unfurl to full bloom and turn to face him, basking him in a faint, yellow, ethereal glow. A baby owlet descends shyly upon Yuuri’s shoulders, and is soon joined by what seems to be its entire extended furry family. Two grizzly bears are perched docilely on a large tree trunk, curled up snugly together and pretty as a picture, as if they hadn’t been trying to claw each other’s eyes out fighting over a small rodent just moments ago.

Viktor remains immobile behind the toadstool for the next hour, and then visibly wilts as Yuuri packs up and disappears into the forest.

“Definitely not pathetic,” Georgi repeats himself. The whole pining-after-someone-from-afar routine had been fine when he was the one doing it; Georgi mopes tastefully. Very tastefully. Viktor’s sickening moping, on the other hand, just involves a lot of snivelling, hiding behind toadstools, and binge-eating on pies.

The foolish man is self-deluded enough to insist, “our child will be beautiful and adorable and musical.”

“And imaginary,” Georgi murmurs darkly. Time to take matters into his own hands; he will get hold of Viktor’s firstborn.

  The next time Yuuri comes to the forest, Georgi strikes. He summons a gust of wind that lifts Yuuri up from his place beside the river bank, above a few magnolia bushes, across a large willow tree – almost snaring the boy’s pants in the branches in the process – and dumps him in the middle of Georgi’s swamp.

In the middle of Georgi’s swamp where, conveniently, Viktor is practicing his morning yoga on his frond (fully clothed; Georgi had made sure of that before carrying out his evil ploy.)

Viktor turns his head towards the source of the noise in alarm, and visibly pales to realise that it’s Yuuri.

“Go get him,” Georgi whispers furiously under his breath, crouched behind his window in the cottage. He’s not proud of his hare-brained ploy, he really isn’t, but because the alternative is spending the rest of eternity with Viktor Nikiforov, Georgi can’t even bring himself to feel ashamed.

Georgi watches as Viktor gets over his shock and tries, valiantly, to manoeuvre his frond towards Yuuri’s general direction. He makes it about three yards before wobbling dangerously and then promptly falls off the leaf into the swamp.

Georgi is left to gape in horror as the next sequence of events unfolds in slow motion.

Katsuki Yuuri freezes for a moment, before he gathers himself and starts to swim – no, bulldoze – towards Viktor with a few strong strokes, just in time to catch the other man who, overcome by shock, has fainted, face-down, into the muddy waters. He wraps one (beautiful, toned) arm around Viktor and, with the remaining (beautiful, toned) arm, paddles his way to shore within five seconds, with the strength and grace of a motherfucking mermaid.

“Please wake up, wake up!” Georgi hears Yuuri say as he shakes Viktor’s shoulders. Viktor coughs, makes a revolting choked sound reminiscent of a badly constipated troll, and falls limply back onto the ground.

Georgi runs towards the two men and barely makes it in time to watch, agog, as Yuuri takes a deep breath, shuts his eye, and kisses Viktor.

A few unbearable seconds pass as Viktor lets out another series of cough and opens his eyes.

“Am I dead?” Viktor murmurs, peering at Yuuri through his long, long lashes. “Is this why you’re here?”

“It’s okay.” Yuuri lets out a shaky laugh. “You’re okay now.”

Georgi doesn’t cry, but it’s a near thing.

  As it turns out, Viktor’s disappearance had triggered off a nation-wide search for their beloved crown prince, who, as rumour had it, seemed to have vanished overnight into the enchanted forest. The reason why Yuuri had taken to venturing into the woods to play his instrument was, in fact, an attempt at seeking Viktor out, as if the latter were some shy, fragile woodland creature to be lured out with sad drippy flute music.

“But you ran away from me,” Viktor says, because he is incapable of getting over the insult. “That time, when I met you at the hot spring.”

Yuuri looks at Viktor in a way that makes his opinion of dubious men who leap out of hot springs to chase after unsuspecting strangers, while being naked, abundantly clear.

“Fine, fine, fair enough,” Viktor concedes. “What did the king promise for my return?”

"Five hundred thousand pounds and a lifetime supply of pork cutlet bowls. But," Yuuri blushes deeply, “that’s not why I’m here, though!”

“Oh, Yuuri –”

“I’ve always,” Yuuri says, blushes even deeper, and looks down demurely at his clenched fist. “Ever since I was a kid – when I saw you play the violin at the royal wedding –”

Viktor takes Yuuri’s hands into his own. “I’m glad you found me, in the end.”

“Yes, yes, very touching,” Georgi interrupts. “Now, Viktor, if you’d remember your promise to me –”

Viktor lets out a soft sigh. “But I can’t go back to the country. The king will just try to marry me off again.”

“We could stay here, in the woods, together,” Yuuri exhales. “Forever.”

Wait, what?

“You’re right,” Viktor gushes. “I like it here. And the cottage is big enough for one more person.”

“No,” Georgi whispers faintly. “No, no it isn’t –”

“That’s it, then,” Yuuri says with a watery smile, completely oblivious as to the way Georgi is clutching onto the tabletop to prevent himself from passing out. “I still can’t believe this is happening.”

“And when we have children,” Viktor says, eyes sparkling with pure unadulterated joy, “Georgi can be the godfather and the nanny.”

Georgi finally passes out. 

    bonus:

 because georgi's life is one cosmic joke, their firstborn turns out to be yuri fucking plisetsky, which further cements georgi's belief that his life is one doomed to eternal hell. despite all appearances, however, yuri is actually fond of godpa georgi and conveys this by spending a large part of his infancy flinging his booger at him. at the age of three, influenced by his parents' musicality, yuri also picks up a musical instrument; yuri chooses neither the violin nor the flute, and settles for a banjo instead, just to be fucking contrary. they hold regular concerts for the woodland creatures, where georgi acts as the emcee. 

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British mother arrested in Dubai arrives back in the UK

The British mother arrested in Dubai for branding ex-husband’s new wife a ‘horse’ on Facebook told how she was ‘really happy’ to be reunited with her daughter Paris after flying back into London early this morning.

Laleh Shahravesh, who’d faced being held in a Dubai jail another week over the post made three years ago in the UK, told Mail Online as she met her crying family upon her arrival into Heathrow: ‘I’m just really happy to be reunited with my daughter.

She sobbed with 14-year-old Paris and held her close as she continued: ‘I’d like to thank my team in Dubai who helped me a lot and I’d also like to thank my lawyer who did everything in her power to get me my passport back.’

Laleh Shahravesh, wearing dark shades, a black waistcoat over a black-and-white striped top over black trousers, in a tearful embrace with her family this morning at Heathrow

Laleh Shahravesh, (pictured right) who’d faced being held in a Dubai jail another week over the post made three years ago in the UK, told Mail Online as she met her crying family upon her arrival into Heathrow: ‘I’m just really happy to be reunited with my daughter’

In tearful scenes the family embraced at Heathrow airport this morning. The single mum-of-one had been arrested when she’d arrived in Dubai a month ago over the country’s strict cyber crime laws

Shahravesh sobbed with 14-year-old Paris and held her close and said she was ‘really happy’ to be reunited with her daughter (pictured right)

The family finally reunited today. Laleh’s daughter Paris – who’d been staying with family throughout their ordeal – had earlier described her mum’s release as ‘the best day of my life’.

Wearing dark shades, a black waistcoat over a black-and-white striped top over black trousers, while shielding her face with her long dark hair and her hands, she held her daughter close and they whispered to each other as they cried.

Her family, including one of Lelah’s sisters, had stood waiting at the airport terminal barrier for over an hour with flowers awaiting her arrival and had refused to talk to waiting journalists.

The single mum-of-one had been arrested when she’d arrived in Dubai a month ago over the country’s strict cyber crime laws. She was eventually released yesterday after paying a £600 fine and getting her passport returned to her.

Her daughter Paris – who’d been staying with family throughout their ordeal – had earlier described her mum’s release as ‘the best day of my life’. 

Laleh Shahravesh, who’d faced being held in a Dubai jail another week over the post made three years ago in the UK in an emotional embrace with her daughter this morning

Laleh Shahravesh lands in the UK with her expectant family awaiting her arrival

Laleh Shahravesh (pictured after being released with a fine) was barely able to speak to her daughter as she sobbed uncontrollably to tell her that she was now a free woman

Paris (pictured) previously said that she plans to celebrate her mother’s return by going to eat her favourite food

Laleh Shahravesh, 55, was facing jail over the post made three years ago while living in England, and was seen sobbing outside a Dubai court earlier yesterday before she was eventually released with a £600 fine.

 The British legal group Detained in Dubai, which supported Laleh Shahravesh, has written to the FCO calling on them to update UAE travel warnings to UK tourists and warn about online postings.

The organisation’s head, Radha Stirling said: ‘We have frequently called upon the FCO to provide more accurate information to Britons about the many risks they face in the UAE which the current advisory does not cover.

‘A British citizen can be prosecuted if they ever visit the UAE, for posting material online in the UK which anyone inside the UAE may deem offensive.

‘It is vital for British citizens to be aware before traveling to the UAE that their entire social media history must adhere to UAE standards of acceptable content before they risk entering the country.

‘If anyone in the UAE is offended by someone’s online content, even if they do not know that person, and even if that person posted the content in a different country; a criminal case can be made and an arrest warrant issued. It is an enormous threat to free speech well beyond the borders of the UAE.’

Speaking to MailOnline previously, her daughter Paris said that she could not stop crying and screaming with joy after her mother rang to say that she was coming home following the court hearing.

Paris, aged 14, said: ‘I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It didn’t seem real. This is the longest time I have not seen my mum and it’s been 30 days of hell. But hearing she is free and coming home is the best day of my life. Nothing beats this.’

Paris revealed that her mother was barely able to speak to her as she sobbed uncontrollably to tell her that she was now a free woman.

Laleh had been arrested on an outstanding warrant on March 3rd when she arrived in Dubai with her daughter. Paris was left to stay with her aunt in Kent.

Paris said: ‘My dream has come true. The call from my mum was very emotional. All I’ve been thinking about these past 30 days is when my mum will come home. Now that it’s going to happen, it still doesn’t seem real. I have to keep pinching myself.’

Paris added: ‘I do everything with my mum. We are incredibly close. We are the best of friends. When I see her I’m going to give her the longest hug ever that will probably last a month to make up for the time we have lost. I’m just going to cover her with kisses and keep telling her how much I love her.’

Paris said that she plans to celebrate her mother’s return by going to eat her favourite food.

‘Mum loves Iranian food and we’ll go to her favourite restaurant. She also likes going to museums so we’ll go to as many as we can. I don’t think she’ll be back until early next week but I’ll be at the airport with the rest of the family. We’re going to have a big party.’  

Paris revealed that she could not have got through the past month without the support of her family. She has been staying with her aunt Ledan in Sheerness, Kent and spending time with her cousin Soraya.

She said: ‘ When I got the call from mum, the first person I hugged was Soraya. She has been my rock. I was really worried that my mum might go to prison for a long time but Soraya really helped me through it all. I shared everything with her.’

Ms Shavravesh (pictured, left, with her daughter) insulted her ex-husband and his wife (right)

Paris revealed that she has endured a difficult past 18 months, losing both her father and grandfather and dealing with her mother’s arrest.

‘I feel as if I’ve matured because I’ve gone through a lot for a 14 year old. I can’t wait for mum to get back and for school to start after the Easter break because I want to get on with my life and put all this behind me.’         

A judge earlier ruled that even though her mother Laleh had been convicted, she was free to leave the country and has ordered that her passport be returned.   

The 55-year-old, who had earlier collapsed outside court after being told her case was being adjourned for a week, was left virtually speechless by the decision.

Weeping tears of joy she said: ‘I am just so happy and relieved that this terrible ordeal is over and I can go home.

‘I just want to see my daughter Paris and give her a big hug. I have missed her so much and she has been so brave. I was distraught when told I had to stay.

‘This has been the most awful month of my life not knowing what is going to happen and if I will be stuck here and kept apart from Paris.

‘As soon as I get passport back I will be on a plane home. I cannot wait.

‘The thought of going to prison for something that happened three years ago while I was not even in Dubai was unthinkable.’

The single mother, who wrote insulting Facebook posts about her husband’s ex wife, was convicted of a misdemeanour under Dubai’s cyber crime laws. 

Shahravesh was earlier inconsolable when she thought she could not go home. So much so that she missed the call from her lawyer telling her she was now free.

Speaking exclusively to Mail Online at her Dubai hotel she said: ‘When I got back from the court I was distraught and just collapsed crying.

‘I turned my phone off for a couple of hours and no one could get hold of me. When I turned it back on there was a message from my lawyer telling me to call.

He told me I was free to go. I just burst into tears. I was in shock and could not believe it. My mind was all over the place and so many emotions.’

The British mother (pictured outside court) broke down when she thought she was facing jail. But she has now been released with a £600 fine, and landed back in the UK to be reunited with her family this morning

Laleh said she telephoned her daughter Paris and broke down in tears as she broke the news that they will soon be reunited.

‘We were both in tears, and I cannot wait to see her,’ she said.  

‘I just want to get back home as quickly as possible. My mind is spinning over what has happened. I really thought I would be stuck here another week or even longer, and now I can go.’        

Officials do not believe they can get her passport returned before Friday when all Government offices are closed. 

Judge Mohamed Mustafa Ibrahim Khalil fined her 3,000 Dh – about £600 – and said she was free to leave the country. 

The fine is seen as a symbolic amount. Shahravesh’s lawyer is understood to have already paid it in full.

Her lawyer Michel Chalhoub had earlier asked for the case to be resolved speedily and the judge said he would make a decision later. 

The campaign group Detained in Dubai, who supported her during the month she was held, welcomed the court’s decision.

CEO Radha Stirling said: ‘We are elated that Laleh will be allowed to return home to be reunited with her daughter Paris; but serious concerns remain regarding the many risks for foreigners in the UAE.

‘When cases like this are resolved either through the charges being dropped or through a governmental pardon, or a light sentence after a concerted campaign in the international media, while the situation for the individual victim is over, the system that caused that victimisation remains in place, and abuse is inevitably going to occur again.’

Ms Stirling said Dubai’s cybercrime laws were far too draconian and punished freedom of speech on the internet.

She added: ‘We maintain that the case against Laleh should have been dismissed at the outset, and while we are immensely pleased that her nightmare is over, nevertheless, her conviction on such an absurd case does set a dangerous precedent.’

Last night, the single mother’s daughter Paris, speaking back in the UK, had spoken of her hope that the case would be dropped, adding: ‘Every day I come home and I just cry.’   

Her mother was at the time facing being held in the UAE for another week before any decision was taken over her fate by breaking the country’s strict cyber crime laws.

Her passport was confiscated and she would have been forced to continue staying in a hotel while on bail.

After recovering from the shock Laleh told MailOnline at the time: ‘I just feel so sick and don’t know how I am going to cope with more time here.  

‘I really had hoped that the case would be dropped and I could go home to my daughter Paris.

‘I know she is going to be devastated like me when she finds out. I’m not sure how we will both cope being apart.’

As Laleh was helped into a taxi sobbing she cried out ‘I’m going to die’.

She was so upset that a local woman who had been attending court and never met her before walked her to a taxi. The bystander said: ‘She was in a terrible state and I just had to help her.’

During a short hearing Ms Shahravesh was told that a lawyer representing the woman who has filed a cyber crime complaint wanted more time to study the case and asked for a delay.

The lawyer representing Samar Al Hammadi told the court she is new to the case and needs time to study the complaint file.

The judge said he would make a decision later but after Ms Shahravesh’s lawyer told her it will be a week she collapsed in tears.

Laleh had been charged with insulting behaviour over a three-year-old Facebook post where she called her late husband’s second wife a ‘horse’.

Ms Shahravesh (pictured outside court today) collapsed as she was told she could be held for another week

She is the first Briton to be charged under the UAE’s cyber crime laws that make it criminal offence to write defamatory and insulting words and post them on social media.

In keeping with Sharia Law, Ms Shahravesh sat on one side of the court with other women while her lawyer sat on the opposite side with the men. 

After being told that the delay could be up to a week she began sobbing and her lawyer said: ‘I told you this was going to happen.’

Laleh fled the court and was offered a bottle of water outside but was sobbing so much was unable to drink.

Court officials called for a wheelchair and she was taken to a side room used by lawyers.

It was only about 20 minutes after the case had ended that she emerged shaking and weeping as she was ushered to a waiting taxi.

She has been staying at a city centre hotel since being arrested and has run up bills of over £5,000 on lawyer fees and her hotel bill.  

Al Hammadi was not in court for the hearing that lasted less than five minutes. Ms Shahravesh’s Michael Haloub told the court the case should be resolved quickly as it was attracting international attention

He told the judge the two women should meet for settlement. 

The judge had said he would make a decision later today but Laleh fled the courtroom in tears after being told the adjournment would most likely be a week.

She stood weeping on the steps of the courtroom being comforted by local women.

Al Hammadi had claimed she was the victim of a hate campaign waged over email and social media by Ms Shahravesh.

She first complained to police about a post written in October 2016 on Ms Shahravesh’s own Facebook page where she was described as a horse.

Ms Shahravesh had no idea about the complaint and was arrested on an outstanding warrant on March 3rd when she arrived in Dubai with her 14-year-old daughter Paris.

They had travelled from their home in Richmond, south-west London, after her ex-husband Pedro collapsed and died from a heart attack aged 51.

Speaking to ITV on Wednesday, Paris said: It’s incredibly difficult. Every day I come home and I just cry. Neither of us deserves this, we had to deal with losing my dad; all we wanted to do was say goodbye.

‘We weren’t even allowed to go to his funeral. I don’t think that’s asking too much.’

‘Everyday I feel so empty without you’: Daughter of British mother facing jail writes of her sadness

I miss you mama—so, so much—and everyday I feel so empty without you.

Exhale a breath to relieve life’s dismay. Feel the stars burn far away.

A dandelion sits in my heart, it falters between my valves.

A derelict stream of pain sparks through the circuits of my memory as I gather events like electric shocks.

Parachutes cling to their embroidered stem, but they release their hold as they pound into the revolving atmosphere.

Appealing to Al Hammadi to drop the case, Paris added: ‘Show that you have a heart and that you loved my dad.

‘Every day feels a little harder. I’ve never been without my mum for so long. I hadn’t seen my dad for a while before he passed away and it just feels like my life is repeating itself.

‘It’s incredibly difficult, she’s like my rock. She’s who I lean on, she means a lot to me, more than anything.’ 

Even though the insulting Facebook post was written while Ms Shahravesh was living in the UK the UAE’s cyber crime laws meant that as the ‘victim’ was in Dubai a prosecution could be brought.

Her passport was seized and she was warned that if the case went to trial it could be several months before a date was set for a hearing. If convicted she could have been jailed for two years and fined £50,000. 

Paris was informed of today’s adjournment by her aunt Ledan Perry, who she is staying with at her home in Sheerness, Kent.

‘Paris is absolutely devastated. She cannot even speak at this moment, she’s so upset,’ she said ‘She’s more worried now than ever that her mother could end up in jail. She’s not able to sleep, she’s constantly crying and this adjournment has just made things worse. Paris is under an enormous amount of pressure and anxiety.

‘Paris has lost her father, she’s not been able to mourn him properly. And now she’s worried sick about her mum, which is going to go on for at least another week if not longer. Its heartbreaking that a 14 year old child is having to go through this.’

Ms Perry said that Paris has been spending a lot of time with her 12-year-old daughter Soraya and writing poetry to cope with her ordeal.

She said: ‘Laleh’s situation has affected the whole family but obviously, Paris the most. She hasn’t seen her mum for almost a month. We really hoped the matter would have been resolved today but our pain is continuing.’

Ms Shahravesh claim that the case is being prolonged because of financial matters, accusing her ex-husbands new wife of trying to claim a greater share of his estate.

Ms Perry said: ‘Under Sharia law the bulk of a father’s estate goes to the children. Paris is an only child and stands to get the most from what her father left. His new wife wants more. That’s what this is all about.’

The British mother (pictured) previously broke down over the ordeal. After recovering from the shock Laleh told MailOnline: ‘I just feel so sick and don’t know how I am going to cope with more time here’

The family claim that Ms Shahravesh has already spent around £15,000 on legal costs and her stay in Dubai but have so far raised only £1000 through go fund me.

Ms Perry said: ‘Laleh desperately needs financial support. She could end up losing her flat. We need the British public to get behind her and contribute to her case. We really need their help because my sister and her daughter are suffering, not just emotionally but also financially.’  

Samar Al Hammadi told Mail Online she did not attend court as she was working.

Asked if she wanted to reach a settlement with Laleh she said: ‘I have not even talked to my lawyer. I have to find out what was said in court.’

Her husband is believed to have converted to the Muslim faith for his marriage three years ago.

Under Sharia Law the estate of her late husband Pedro will be shared between her and his surviving relatives, with his teenage daughter getting the biggest share.

Legal sources in Dubai said it was likely Samar will seek compensation from Laleh over the insulting posts.

In her statement to police she is understood to have mentioned being compensated. The amount that is paid could vary from £3,000 to £5,000.

Radha Stirling, CEO of Detained in Dubai, who is representing Laleh, said: ‘It appears that the complainant may be prolonging the process; making it all the more torturous for Laleh and her daughter.

‘There have been ever changing signals by Ms Hammadi since this debacle began; once saying she would withdraw the complaint out of respect for her late husband’s love for his daughter; then saying she would drop the charges if Laleh apologised; and the latest reports are that she is seeking monetary compensation.

Now, she has brought in a new lawyer and caused a further delay. It is frankly shocking that the court is allowing this frivolous use of the Cybercrime laws instead of dismissing the case outright.

‘There is no public endangerment here, no hate speech, no incitement to violence, no threat; the complainant had the remedy available to everyone else who uses social media and takes offence at someone’s remarks: block and delete.

‘It is patently absurd to escalate such a trivial matter to criminal charges, and the court should use this case as an opportunity to clarify that the Cybercrime laws were not enacted to criminalise the pain of a newly divorced mother who has been financially abandoned.

‘Rather than leaving Laleh’s fate in the hands of Ms Hammadi, the court should dismiss the case on its merits, and let her go home to her daughter.’

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Ariane Bourdain: Fast Facts to Know About Anthony Bourdain’s Daughter

Ariane Bourdain was the one daughter of Anthony Bourdain. On Friday, June eighth, 2018, CNN reported that Bourdain, a famed chef and well-known TV character, was discovered lifeless of an obvious suicide in France. He was simply 61 years outdated. Ariane Bourdain lived a really personal life exterior of the general public eye, however she was very shut to her mother and father. Her mother is Bourdain’s ex-wife Ottavia Busia-Bourdain. Right here’s what you want to find out about Ariane Bourdain. 1Ariane’s well-known dad Anthony Bourdain was discovered hanged. In accordance to reviews, Anthony Bourdain was working in France on the time of his loss of life, an obvious suicide by hanging. His longtime good friend, chef Eric Ripert, was the one who found his physique in his resort room. It isn’t recognized whether or not or not he left a suicide word. “It’s with extraordinary unhappiness we are able to verify the loss of life of our good friend and colleague, Anthony Bourdain,” CNN mentioned in an announcement. “His love of nice journey, new mates, superb food and drinks and the exceptional tales of the world made him a novel storyteller. His skills by no means ceased to amaze us and we are going to miss him very a lot. Our ideas and prayers are along with his daughter and household at this extremely tough time.” Bourdain is survived by his 11-year-old daughter Ariane Bourdain. 2Ariane’s mother is combined martial artist Ottavia Busia. Anthony Bourdain was beforehand married to combined martial artist Ottavia Busia-Bourdain, Ariane’s mom. Busia-Bourdain was raised in Italy and, in accordance to Folks Journal, she moved to the US in 2000 after falling in love with a musician. She labored at varied eating places in New York earlier than finally assembly chef Eric Ripert, who launched her to his good good friend Anthony. Ottavia and Anthony appeared to hit it off, regardless of their 22-year age distinction. They welcomed their solely little one Ariane in 2007. Anthony and Ottavia introduced their choice to cut up in 2016, writing in a joint assertion posted on Instagram, “We love one another. We respect the choices the opposite has made. And we’ll at all times think about ourselves a household. Due to skilled choices we each have made, my husband and I’ve been for years in an unconventional relationship.” 3Ariane, described as a “harsh critic” by her father, was featured Bourdain’s 2016 cookbook “Appetites.” Ariane and her father had been very shut. In late 2016, Anthony Bourdain printed a cookbook known as “Appetites,” which was principally written for Ariane, as Anthony highlighted the assorted dishes he loved cooking for his daughter. Bourdain defined within the e book that he cherished feeding folks, particularly the people who he cherished. A passage from the cookbook reads: “I really feel uncontrollable urges to smother the folks I like with meals. I’ve turn into this type of passive-aggressive yenta or Italian grandmother stereotype from movies who’s at all times urging folks, ‘Eat! Eat!’ and sulking inconsolably after they don’t.” Bourdain mentioned in a 2016 interview with The Takeout that his daughter was a “harsh critic” and that he at all times had to watch out with the flavors he added to a few of her favourite dishes. “You realize, I put a tiny tiny little little bit of nutmeg in my macaroni and cheese and he or she didn’t get pleasure from that. She known as me on it straight away,” he informed the outlet. “She’s acquired a really acute palate and he or she catches me if I over-salt one thing. If there’s any variance between a dish that she favored final time and the way it’s carried out right now she’ll be like, ‘Nah, not consuming it, there’s an excessive amount of pepper in that.’” 4Ariane’s mother and father have shielded her from the general public eye. Regardless of Anthony Bourdain being a well known character across the globe, he and Ottavia have made a aware choice to defend their daughter from the general public eye. Actually, neither one among them has ever shared any images of their younger daughter’s face on social media, like the image above, for instance, displaying her getting her hair braided. The image beneath was shared on Instagram by Anthony Bourdain after winter break final yr, and you can’t see her face in it as nicely: 5Anthony Bourdain mentioned that turning into a father modified his life. Like many first-time dads, Anthony Bourdain mentioned that having a baby was a life-changing second for him. He mentioned in his 2016 interview with The Takeout: “I suppose my entire life, as a lot as I might need needed a baby given that all people needs one, I at all times acknowledged that at no level till I used to be 50 was I sufficiently old or up to the job. I assumed, you understand what, I not solely actually need a little one, however at this level, lastly in my life, I believe I’m up to the job and I’m the kind of one that might do the job nicely and I’m financially ready to take care of a baby.” The personal facet of Bourdain, assembling a Barbie Dream Home for his daughter Ariane at midnight on Christmas Eve 2013. RIP pic.twitter.com/NggyYqF2Ws — Lucy (@Lucette212) June 8, 2018 http://feeds.gossiponthis.com/~r/gossiponthis/~3/mV3uyn0n12I/ The post Ariane Bourdain: Fast Facts to Know About Anthony Bourdain’s Daughter appeared first on My style by Kartia. http://www.kartiavelino.com/2018/06/ariane-bourdain-fast-facts-to-know-about-anthony-bourdains-daughter.html