#like would i sound insane if i said marriage is like a trigger for me. like completely seriously and unironically.

[moe-broey]

Man..

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Transcending Time || CL16 {2}

Charles Leclerc x princess!reader Summary: Destined to be together, you and Charles’ love transcends time to find one another again and finally get the future you never had - the one with a happy ending. Warnings: 18+ only, angst, fluff, flashbacks WC: 2k F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three

Monaco, 1662 A thousand candles burned in the citadel but their radiance was second only to the smile on Charles’ face as the priest announced your vows were complete. No one but the drunkards and whores would be about at this late hour and not one of them would dare step foot into the church. It ensured the marriage would remain a secret.

“Now our souls are bound to each other in this life and the next,” Charles promised as he sealed it with a kiss. “Not even the devil himself could keep us apart.”

“It’s not the devil I fear.”

The priest had reluctantly done his duty, mostly thanks to the more than fair donation you had squirrelled away in the form of gems and jewels, and he was quick to take his leave after signing the cross over your joined hands. The only sound of his departure was the jingle of the leather purse with each step he took back to the rectory.

When the heavy wooden door creaked closed, Charles cupped your face and gave you a kiss that should have melted the stone carving of the Virgin Mary behind him. “Your brother wouldn’t harm you. No matter what, he cares for you.”

“I couldn’t care less about my safety,” you said as you rested your head on your husband’s chest. “If anything were to happen to you…you are my life, my reason to breathe.”

Monaco, 2023 “Wow, you look just like her,” Charles murmured as he stared up at the old portrait, the colour faded with time.

“That’s my namesake, which doesn’t bode well considering she threw herself off the old prison wall,” you chuckled nervously. 

“Why?”

You shrugged and shuffled along to the next portrait of Louis the First. “I don't know, no one talks about her but it must have been bad. Why else would she have been in that place unless she went insane?”

Your brows pinched as the words felt like ash on your tongue. Insane. It was what one tutor had called you after an episode. You couldn't remember what had happened but something during the history lesson had triggered you to lose yourself for a time. It had taken days to regain clarity and shake the cold that seeped into your bones each time it happened.

“Maybe it’s hereditary,” you muttered as your eyes drifted back to the mariner shimmering beyond windows. Longing to feel the cool water on your skin overcame you and the urge was not one you could ever deny. “I need to escape.”

You instructed Charles to the old servant's steps that were easily missed if one didn’t know where to look. His arm tightened around your waist with the first step down the well-worn stonework and you trailed your fingers along the wall like you were greeting an old friend. 

“Are we supposed to be here?” Charles whispered despite being alone.

“I would think not, but I have never asked to be sure. Can you keep it a secret? This is the only freedom I have.”

He stumbled to a stop on the step below and kept you balanced off your leg as he turned to face you. Even with the dim lighting you could see the surprise on his face and it made him look younger. “You’re trusting me?” he finally asked, his lips so close to yours that it was impossible not to wonder what they would feel like on yours. 

“Would that be a mistake?” A strange feeling washed over you as his thumb caressed the birthmark on your ribs and you swore it burned with familiarity. 

“No,” he was quick to answer. “You can trust me, princess.”

You had no evidence to believe him but you did, so you nodded your head to the door at the end of the hall. “It’s just through there.”

He helped you down the last steps that had passed beneath the streets above and watched you find an old iron key stuffed into a crack. “What is this place?”

You turned the key and tugged at the heavy door as watery light flooded into the hall. “Home.”

Monaco, 1661 “I met your mother today.” You sighed sadly and rested your head on Charles’ shoulder as he curled an arm around your waist. “I’ve never met anyone so warm.”

Charles kissed the top of your head where your tiara had sat before he removed it, leaving it with his coat and shoes away from the waters edge. He could hear the longing in your voice and knew just how cold your own mother was towards you. “She always wanted a daughter,” he said as he ran his thumb up and down your side to soothe you. “She would love you.”

Pascale was one of the reasons Charles couldn’t just run away with you, as much as he wanted to free you of the golden chains that imprisoned you. Pascale, Lorenzo and Arthur. Life was not so simple when love was involved. She had been devastated when Hervé had died of the sweating fever over winter and Charles hadn’t been the same since. An air of sadness descended on his shoulders and he worked longer hours to provide for his family.

His pride refused to accept the money you offered to ease his burden so you tried to help in other ways, promoting his business to whatever duke or marquess you happened to be forced to dine with. 

“Prince Wilhem is arriving on the morrow,” you whispered as the words threaten to silence you. “I cannot marry him, Charles. If I’m going to die I would rather it be by my hand than that brutes.”

“Please,” he choked on the plea as his eyes reflected the water in the rock pool. “I cannot bear to hear such talk.”

“Then help me,” you begged as you climbed onto his lap, your fingers reaching for the hem of his shirt hanging loose over his trousers. “Save me, Charles. You are the only man I can trust.”

He caught your hands before they could reach for the leather strap that laced his trousers tight over his narrow hips. “I can’t,” he admitted after swallowing deeply and looked away. 

Pain lacerated your heart, the ache immediate and immense enough that you looked down to see your corset where a knife should have been. “Why?” you asked before you lost all courage. “Mother told me I wasn’t pretty enough for a love match, is she right?”

Charles hands dropped yours so he could cradle your face and guide your eyes back up to meet him. “Your mother is a bitch, and you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon.”

“Then why? Help me to understand.”

“There are too many reasons why,” he said as he brushed a hand through his hair, tugging at the ends as he did when he was frustrated. It was the first time you had been the cause and not just the witness. “For one, I have been told the first time it hurts and I don’t wish to be the cause of your pain. Two, you are a princess, the princess. And three, you deserve more than losing your maidenhead to a lowly clerk.”

“You are stupid. And your reasons are stupid too,” you growled as you clambered to your feet. “Whatever pain I might have felt with a gentle soul who held my heart would be but a modicum of what Wilhem will do should we be wed.”

You stared down your nose at him, missing the flinch as anger blinded you. “Should I survive his sadistic tendencies long enough to birth his heir then I will only hope I find a better fate than his last two wives and the stillborns that took them to the grave. But thank you for saving me from a momentary pain, Saint Charles.”

You only took two steps before he caught you, his strong fingers wrapping around your wrist and tugging you back into his embrace. His arm snaked across your back and pinned you chest to chest as his head dipped down to capture your lips before you could say another word. 

You had felt his kiss on your cheek, on your forehead, on your hand, but never on your lips. His kiss erased all thoughts that weren’t of him, it evaporated the anger and the fear and the pain. His kiss gave you hope in return. 

Your hopes were dashed like the waves upon the rocks as he broke the kiss first and pressed his forehead to yours, shaking his head slowly to regain his composure. “I love you, princess, and I cannot make love to you once, knowing it will never happen again.”

Your fingers gathered his shirt in your fists to keep him from taking another step away. “Once? Charles, I want you for a lifetime, hell, eternity wouldn’t be long enough to stop loving you.” You took his hand and placed it over your heart. “This already belongs to you, make my body yours too, ruin me for all others.”

Monaco, 2023 “How has this stayed a secret?” Charles gasped as he stepped out of the doorway and saw the azure waves lapping at the rocks in the sheltered cove. 

“Like so much of our history, this too was forgotten,” you said as he helped ease you down to sit on the ledge where you could dip your swollen ankle into the cool water. “I don’t know how long it was abandoned before I came here, possibly centuries.”

Charles sat down beside you, unconcerned about getting his suit dirty from the sand and salt, and pulled off his dress shoes so he could dip his feet in the water too. “So how did you find it?”

You twirled an heirloom ring around your finger and watched how the sunlight caught the crests of the waves and turned the blue to gold like midas’ touch. “Would you believe me if I said I dreamed about it? No one ever does.”

If it is not in the library records, it does not exist. Foolish girl, just like your namesake. You are lucky you are pretty, since you are clearly not intelligent.

You blinked away the memory of the old librarian laughing in your face and found Charles staring at you. “You dreamt of this place?”

“You can laugh, I’m used to it,” you said with a sigh. “It doesn’t change the fact it is true.”

“I believe you.”

You snorted an unladylike laugh and rolled your eyes. “You don’t have to be polite on my account.”

“No, really! I do. I have been having this recurring dream where I trip over a crown of all things and it stabs me in the back.”

Tears started to blur your vision and you rose to your feet, pushing through the pain that flared in your sprained ankle. “I said you could laugh, not ridicule me.”

“No wait,” Charles rushed to follow, his fingers curling around your wrist to keep you from escaping and you both jumped at the static charge that jolted through you. “I wasn’t making fun of you I swear. Look.” He released your hand as he turned and tugged his shirt out of his trousers, lifting the material up to show the sun kissed skin of his lower back, a pale jagged line marring the left side. “No one believes me, they say it’s a birthmark.”

The scar held you in a trance and you reached out to trace its shape, your cold fingertips making Charles shiver beneath your touch. “Tiara, not a crown,” you whispered, letting your hands fall to your side as you recognised the seven sharp points spaced perfectly across his skin. “I believe you.”

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[fumifooms]

so glad you posted that compilation cus i literally can't stop thinking about chilchuck's succubi... everyone else's have so much to be said about them and are so much less straightforward than just classically sexual, but then chilchuck's Truly goes straight for the jugular. when i saw that one panel i could not stop jawdropping at how explicit they went with that implication like it's actually insane to me. i feel like it says a lot about him, what you said about him enjoying the simple pleasures of life like alcohol and sex, and he's really such... a guy. but if this is the most alluring form to him he really should get that divorce even if he still loves his wife i have to be honest LOL poor thing

YEAH literally it’s insane 💀I feel like due to the tension and action of the scene and the way the page is paneled it’s soo easy to brush over it and focus on other things without our eyes actually processing THAT. I have no clue how they’ll make it in the anime without just making it straight up obscene lmao, a friend joked that the sucking sound effect should be like a straw and I’d die laughing if Trigger does that. Maybe like slurping noodles instead. No clue what they’ll do genuinely.

I do believe Chilchuck is just Like That™️, but yes I also like to think that it reflects how deeper connections have hurt him in the past so he prefers relationships where he’s just there to do his job or just there to have fun without thinking and not have to worry about betrayal etc etc. He’s not there to think and have emotions he just wants to feel good for a while and be seduced and those things (succubi, sex alcohol etc) sure do that.

I wouldn’t say that this is the line crossed for why he shouldn’t get back with his wife though!! I do get the feeling that he and his wife just aren’t compatible and that they don’t communicate well, and with Chilchuck saying "I don’t know if it’ll go as well as in the stories, but I’ll try" about reaching out to her, and with idealization vs the actual person/thing being a big theme in Dungeon Meshi where we don’t know just how much he loves her or if he loves the ideal/memories of her, I do feel like they should reconcile but not get back together. BUT! I think the whole "most alluring form" thing shouldn’t be treated as the ultimatum that people often treat it as, the succubus chapters really reflect a bunch of themes that are present in the whole series, like ‘irrational instinctive desire vs what you actually want and need’ and such.

Again I’ll be spoiling a future analysis I want to make but… If the characters were to have their full minds in those chapters, what they rationally want most is very different than the succubus they got, something can be alluring but you’d still refuse it, like idk a cigar, hence why the succubi need to freeze their victims by reading their irrational desires so well. Chilchuck has gone 4 years since his separation with his wife still being faithful to her!!! FOUR!!! Had he his capacities he would not be cheating on her no sir. He’s marriage man have some faith. Had they their minds Laios and Marcille would be imagining Falin safe and welcoming instead. It’s much like with the Winged Lion, where the desires it twists the characters into aren’t the one they actually pursue (well, in Laios’ case at least. It emphases on them a ton even when it is a desire they show in everyday life), the monster twists the desires to have the outcome they want, it’s manipulation.

If your point is that the succubi don’t look like his wife though like come onnn you can’t either be asexual or think your partner is the literal prettiest person on Earth supermodel-like level to be with them and truly love them and be devoted come on… If that new blackhaired half-foot woman is her, then we saw with the succubi that he does favor her kind of eye shape, and idk that’s so much more romantic to me than hair color 🥺 Come onn he’s just a lil birthday guy he wants pleasure but he can’t fantasize about his wife bc it’d make him sad come onnn come on don’t hold it against him come onnn… Oh although I do read his "All your succubi are blonde, is your wife too?" "Shut up, don’t bring her up now!!" as guilt, bc he has a hard time thinking of himself as virtuous so I imagine in that moment he’s like "Man maybe this is why she left me… Maybe I really am not a virtuous husband…" and it’s like BUDDY a monster is playing you like a fiddle don’t make yourself feel bad over it 😭😭 I did write a fic around that concept though hehe 👈 But yes just defending my guy’s VIRTUES a bit out there. I do agree his wife had it rough, it must be so lonely and a lil devaluating to be his wife and always waiting on him and he can’t even work up the emotional maturity to voice that he loves you regularly when he is home 💀 Man is NOT a storybook prince charming

[thoughtfulqueerwizard]

Idk if this is how you do or are supposed to do this, but TRIGGER WARNING for mentions of rape.

My mom told me recently that I was a product of date rape. She didn't use those words, but when she described it to me and I told her that sounds like date rape, she said well, you have to think about the times.

Looking it up, spousal rape wasn't even recognized in NY state until like 1995 or something, so I assume other states followed after that, and the with difference between being married vs dating, she essentially said she didn't feel comfortable trying to report it, especially given her history with the police.

I now get to spend the rest of my life knowing that I shouldn't exist, that I am the product and the cause of their misery, marriage, and divorce. I'm also directly responsible for my brother's existence (conceived on their honeymoon, they married because my mom got pregnant with me) and his trauma from the insanity of my parents.

The most fucked up thing is I've felt this way literally my whole life, that I was the cause of my parents marriage, my brothers existence, and their divorce, and now knowing that I literally was right.. just damn. I just feel bad for existing.

If anyone else can relate or recommend resources for processing this, that would be appreciated.

[witchersmistress]

Forbidden Fruit

summary: August Walker is at a political conference when he runs into the dark haired temptress who slipped him so many nights ago but she isnt who she said she was.

@livesinfantasyland i made her just for you 😘

word count: 2.9 K

Trigger warning: public sex, alcohol, a small act of violence. Ire that is going to be directed at me from the real Ann, highly likely

Walking into this political event was the last thing I wanted to do this evening, Sloane was here. We were here for diplomatic reasons but more or less saving face and kissing ass thanks to Ethan Hunt and the colossal failure they had in Berlin. This is doing damage control.

Walking down the ballroom stairs looking at all the agencies from across the world, high political figures and their families. Some of these people had alliances based on marriages or treaties. Marrying off their children to keep themselves in power was an insane idea. Sloane pointed out the Prime ministers of England, we made our way over to him. He was a man in his mid 40s, he was of average height, dark hair and dark eyes. His wife was off to the side of him as we introduced ourselves. Erica spoke first “ Hello Prime Minister, I'm Erica Sloane the Director of the CIA and this is August Walker, one of my highly trained agents that is highly recommended. He reached out and shook her hand then mine.

He had a firm handshake, Sloane and the minister began to discuss a possible relationship between us and MI6. surveying the room when the prime minister spoke up “ Ahh there she is, my pride and joy, besides my darling wife,” who he placed a quick kiss on her cheek as she approached his side “ Director Sloane, Agent Walker, i’d like you to meet my only daughter” his hand gestured behind us and we turned to face her. I came face to face with the dark haired temptress that was in my bed only a few nights ago, her long dark hair was cascading down her right shoulder with a slight curl to it. Her dress was a gorgeous shade of cabernet, it was an A line v neck spaghetti strapped dress. 

It had beading down the v showing her ample cleavage, with a lace flower detail that covered the bodice and trailed off on her tulle skirt with a sweeping train. Taking a glass of champagne that was offered. Smiling as I took in the details of the dress, I guess being the grandson of a seamstress was a useful thing after all. Her green eyes sparkled from her rose gold smokey eye she had, her lips were bare except for a simple gloss that helped her eyes pop. she reached Sloane first and introduced herself “ Hello i am Anneliese but i prefer to be called Ann” Sloane shook her hand “ It is very nice to meet you, let me introduce you to Special Agent August Walker” she turned to face me and her cheeks tinged pink as she extended her hand to me, grasping her hand in a gentle but firm grip and brought her knuckles to my lips and placed a kiss on them. Her green eyes dilated and sparkled “ it's a pleasure to meet you” I winked at her, her cheeks beat red at this point. Her mother eyed her with suspicion. “ If you would excuse me for just a moment, I believe I see an old friend across the room” I didn't really but I needed to create distance between Ann and I. Departing without another word I made my way to the bar and ordered a double shot of whiskey and walked away. Walking down an endless hall that led to the balcony and the bathrooms, the sound of heels clicking softly on the tiled floor gave Ann away.

Smirking to myself as I sipped my whiskey and ducted into the alcove of a door. Waiting for her like a predator waiting to catch his prey as she passed my hiding spot, i wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her into my space and pinning her figure to the side of the alcove clamping a hand over her mouth, as voice drifted down the hall, even in the dark i could feel those eyes on me shooting daggers at me as the women walked by us. Testing the door, to find it unlocked, I pushed us into the room and shut the door behind us, flipping on the lights to reveal the room as a small sitting room. I looked at Ann and she was pissed. She came over to me and slapped me across the face.

“How dare you think you can follow me..” grabbing her face between both my hands i pull her to me and kiss her desperately. She tries to fight me but only for a moment before she gives in and fights me in a different way, she bites down onto my bottom lip and tugs, sucking it into her bottom mouth before releasing it before attacking me again. Dragging my mouth from hers I lean my forehead on hers `` I did not follow you and I don't know anything about you, except how good you ride my cock and scream my name as you come undone, it's a beautiful thing to watch." The blush started in her cheeks and traveled down her neck as she shoved me away. She was pressed against the wall breathing hard “You cannot ever do that again” she hissed at me. Smiling wickedly, i picked up some of her tulle skirt and smirked “I mean it August, we cannot  have sex again, i have a fiance in arranged marriage but i just can't it was a one time thing i don't even want to have sex with you again” she babbles on as i bunch up her skirt, pulling it up to reveal her gorgeous set of matching lingerie in that stunning cabernet color. Slipping a finger beneath her panties, slipping a finger between her swollen folds, to her core that was practically weeping with want and need “Tsk tsk tsk, oh little mouse, i think that you are a liar” removing my finger from her panties show her that it was covered in her own juices, she stopped rambling and blushed so hard.

Bringing my finger to my mouth, i sucked it clean as she watched “Fuckkk, you taste like I remember, fucking nirvana.” dropping to my knees, I instruct her to hold her skirts for me as I drag her panties down her legs, “ August” she whines pitifully. Tucking her panties into my pocket I grab her left leg and drape it over my shoulder. “ You better be a quiet little mouse so that no one hears you” she glared at me while I flicked my tongue out to taste that sweet little nub. She grabbed a handful of hair trying to get me to stop but like hell if that was going to work.

Nipping at her thighs and labia, she lets out these little squeaks. I pulled back and locked eyes with her, her eyes begging for more “What do you want Walker” nipping at her thigh again and pushing two fingers into her weeping cunt, i began to pump them in and out of her as i spoke “ I want you to beg me Ann, to eat you, to devour you, soul and all. Letting you walk out of this room like you just didnt get fucked by the most dangerous man in the room” picking up on my pace, i added pressure to her clit with my thumb rubbing it in tight circles, he head falling back against the wall, her wanton moans echo in this empty room. “August” she begs me “ Please, please, devour me”

“Dont mind if i do” removing my thumb from her swollen numb, i suck it up harshly into my mouth while continuing to fuck her with my fingers. Her walls were tightening around my fingers making it impossible to move them or withdraw them fully. With a wicked gleam in my eye, I bit down on her swollen numb, cause her to yelp but come undone around my fingers, withdrawing them, i liked up and down her wet slit and plunged my tongue into her pulsing core as she came down from her orgasm, her vice like grip relaxed on my hair, giving her one more quick lick. I fixed her skirts as I stood to tower over her small frame. Grabbing her neck I dragged her to me for a passionate kiss, pinning her to the wall as I rubbed my throbbing cock into her hip. 

She pulled away to catch her breath as I stepped back and fixed my suit coat, her eyes glowing with want and desire. Grabbing her panties from my pocket, I helped her step into them and fixed her dress. “ Go I’ll be out in 10 minutes” she nodded and left the room. Leaving shortly behind her, I made my way to the mens room to clean up, when I saw Julian coming out of another private office adjusting himself and the Ambassador’s wife coming out behind him trying to fix her lipstick. What a  bastard, he just walked by and winked at me. Balling my hands into fist I follow him into the mens room. “Julian” I seethed “How are you old friend?” he looked up in the mirror, giving me a cruel smile “Walker, how the hell are you, man i haven't seen you in forever” i went about my business as we continued with the mindless chatter. 

Stepping up to the sink to wash my hands and face, he smiled at me wickedly “How was she man? She must have been good to leave that much of a mess on your face” i smiled to myself, “She is absolutely perfect” he nodded in approval “ Might i recommend the Ambassador’s wife, she exquisite a little to chatty for my liking but that can be easily remedied if you catch my meaning” he winked at me as i finished freshening up. Turning to meet his gaze “Rumor has it you are getting married? Your father finally picked a wife for you?” he shot me a murderous glare “ Yeah, he sure did, the Prime Minister’s daughter Anneliese” my stomach dropped but i kept my composure. Fixing my black tie “I saw her. She is a beautiful young woman” he waved me off as he pulled a little baggy from his pocket containing white powder. “Yeah i guess so, i don't really care, as long as she spreads her legs when told to and gives me an heir, i don't care what happens after that, possibly pass her around my friends, they dont mind sharing.” my blood was boiling. “What if she doesn't comply with your request?” I shot back at him, the smile he gave me was sickening. 

“Walker, you know me well, i'll play the long game till i have that heir and after i have my son, if she doesn't comply with my demands i'll have to call in that favor you owe me” he clapped me on the shoulder “Met me at the bar in 20, we can have some real fun” he walked out. Clenching my fist and jaw so tight I could break a tooth. Following after him back to the ballroom, i saw her dancing with her father and i breathed a sigh of relief, going over to Sloane i pulled her to the side, “I was just informed by the Prime minister's son julian that if Anneliese does not comply with his demands he is going to kill her, we have to act” she sighed heavily “ We know, MI6, british intelligence and Interpol are aware of the threats he has made against her, but our hands are tied Walker. We cannot do anything, until it's too late” she looked in the direction of Ann and her father. Releasing Sloane’s arm I proceeded to walk over to her. “Walker, get back here” I waved her off and proceeded to tap on the Prime Minister's shoulders “Excuse me sir, would you mind if I had a dance with your daughter?” he nodded, kissing her on her cheek before handing her over to me.

spinning her around and placing a hand on the back of her waist and drawing her close as other couples left us. Holding her hand as we waltzed around the ballroom. “Ann…” she shook her head and said “No, no more talking, let's just dance” spinning her around in a wide circle as the music changed. She was beautiful and graceful. Her mask began to slip and she relaxed into my hold. Lana Del Ray’s young and beautiful, a haunting melody in the background as we danced.

We were lost in a world of our own as I spun her around in front of the crowd. Her cabernet colored dress fanned out as she spun. Her eyes closed, her black lashes fluttering on her slightly tinged cheeks, she was there even for just a moment, a glimpse of that carefree girl I met so many nights ago. Pulling her from her spin and back into my arms. Her green eyes stared back at me as our dance came to an end, the hint of a smile playing on her painted lips. A tap on my shoulder broke the connection we shared, turning to see who it was, it was her fiance, the man she was being forced to marry for political reasons.

I know i am the devil myself, she told me a few nights ago as i held her by her throat and fucked her brains out. God, the feeling of her coming undone  around my cock as she struggled to breathe was the most mesmerizing thing that I want to relive with her time and time again. But fate as much as i do not believe in her, she is a cruel woman.

“Julian” I growled. The cocky bastard, he was my height and build, dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. He may have been a gentleman on the outside but behind closed doors he really was a monster. “ Walker, i hope you don't mind, but Anneliese and I need to get going” “Ann” we both snapped at him. She glowered at him from my side. Watching her from the corner of my eye, I saw her face change from a fierce woman to a small uncertain girl. She excused herself and went to the table to collect her clutch and her shawl.

“I don't know what game you think you are playing at Walker, but she is mine” Julian seethed “ Mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine to do whatever i wish with and there is nothing you can do about it” balling my fist so hard that the knuckles turned white as he walked away grabbed her by elbow and began to drag her up the stairs, leading out of the ballroom. “Walker” Sloane shouted after me as i followed them, “Walker stand down” she growled at me again. Ignoring her order I followed after them and grabbed Ann’s wrist as she climbed the stairs.

Julian almost lost his balance as Ann came to a stop, her eyes locked on my wrist and then her green ones met mine, you could see the emotions swirling in her dark irises. The fight I saw early was long gone as she looked at me with such sorrow and regret. 

“ Déjame ir” Let me go, she glanced back at Julian, but he only stared at her in confusion. 

“Si te dejo ir, ciertamente morirás en su mano.” I said to her If i let you go, you will certainly die by his hand 

She gave me a soft sad smile. “Mi destino fue decidido por mí hace mucho tiempo, no hay escapatoria” she chuckled slightly “Lo más feliz que me sentí fue contigo esas noches atrás, me hiciste sentir viva y por eso siempre te estaré agradecido pero es hora de dejarme ir.”   “My fate was decided for me long ago, there is no escape” she chuckled slightly “ the happiest i ever felt was with you those few nights ago, you made me feel alive and for that i will  always be grateful but it's time to let me go. 

Loosening my grip on her wrist so she could pull her hand away,  “ Fairfarren, Alice perhaps I will see you again in another lifetime” she said with one final squeeze to my hand before i stepped away, letting her hand fall from mine, and she turned and followed that monster up the stairs. Fixing my suit jacket, I turned and walked down the few steps back to the ballroom floor. Sloane approached me “What did she tell you?” I looked over at her. “Lewis Carroll” as I walked past her “ She quotes Lewis Carroll to me” making my way to the bar and ordered myself two fingers of whiskey and shot that back. Ordering another, I made my way to the balcony of the house that overlooked the driveway, and there she was, her dark red shawl draped across her shoulders, her long dark hair hanging down her back. 

I watched her as the car pulled up, Julian walked around and got inside the car from the other side. The valet opened her door and she threw one last look over her shoulders, her green eyes meeting mine for the last time. I raised my whiskey glass to her “Fairfarren Ann” closing the door behind her, they drove off, i watched till i could only see the taillights growing smaller as they drove away. Shooting back the rest of the whiskey, I threw the glass into the side of the house and watched it shatter.

The one where August Walker falls for someone he can't have.

[short-yandere-stories]

not sure if match-ups are open but if not, feel free to ignore! starters, if i could pick any character i could see myself as, i would say martha and eli mixed! i am an enfp and an optimist who would never let negativity ruin anyone's day! i am considered as the 'mom' friend of the group and hmm... i like to draw and bake! extras; i am a rather affectionate person! i like to spoil people, platonically or romantically, with gifts and many things just so others won't feel unloved 🥰 thank you in advance!! 💖

Awwww that sounds lovely!! Martha’s internal strength, support and optimism, and Eli’s caring and help-

I believe that the characters who would go yandere for you are Naib, Violetta, and Grace. Let me explain.

Content Warnings: Yandere (obviously), possessive behavior, mentions of threats (and death threats), aggression, manipulation, spiders, dolls, isolation, unhealthy dependence, controlling behavior, unhealthy mindsets, threats of harm to others, mentions of potentially killing (the reader), mentions of potentially turning reader’s dead body into a doll, abandonment, bad mental health, mentions of past drowning, the reader is partially drowned in one sentence (water covering face, but not lethally), unwilling bond/marriage

This is a yandere work. Proceed at your own risk and please be mindful of your triggers.

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As a stern, battle-worn mercenary, Naib is more than used to the cruelty of life. He’s often pessimistic and sulking, sure that no matter how hard any of you try, there is no way you’ll be able to ever leave the manor.

At first, your cheery outgoing personality and optimism just piss him off. How can you so cheerfully tell Ganji that he did great when your defeated team is returned to the manor? If you lost, he clearly didn’t play well.

But, slowly, he starts to first tolerate, and then enjoy your outlook on life in the manor. It’s a refreshing new perspective, and with the way you’ve stubbornly hovered around him trying to cheer him up, it’s not surprising that even his hard shell would eventually crack.

Admittedly, it helps that you are so insanely talented at baking. It’s no secret that Naib loves delicious food or desserts; but no one, including himself, could have foretold just how much he’d adore your baking. Even if you follow the same recipe as someone else, yours will always taste better.

Coming into his room after a lost match and seeing a small plate of cupcakes with a sheet of paper next to it: a drawing of you hugging him, and the text ”I believe in you! Cheer up.” Makes his stomach churn in a good way.

He just can’t get enough of you after a while. And before long, his cranky behavior returns, but no longer aimed at you. Instead, other survivors now find themselves walking on the metaphorical glass around him as seemingly anything can set him off in a rage.

If you’re not immediately saved when you’re chaired, or if no one body blocks, he will retaliate by either screaming at them after the match or straight up refusing to rescue them. If someone says anything even remotely negative about you or your performance, he will glare them down, whispering a threat about how they would regret it if they ever said something like that again near him, or God forbid, near you.

If someone else eats your baking, he takes that as a personal offense, and people quickly learn to stay away. It worries you. How people start avoiding you, nervously looking away when you meet their eyes. Rescuing and defending you no matter the hunter, as if there is something (or someone) scaring them even more than the hunter.

You complain about it to Naib one day, bringing him a chocolate chip cake as an apology for ranting. Have you done something wrong? Your teammates have started to avoid you.

And Naib gently feeds into this, slowly but surely making you keep your distance from the others as well.

He wants to make sure that no one else can hurt you. Hunters can hurt you during matches. Survivors who were kind can flip and become cruel.

Naib knows better than anyone how war or struggle changes people.

And he’ll be damned before he lets any of that get to you.

Just keep being as wonderful as you are, tell Naib your problems, and feed him your baking and he will be satisfied.

And should you start complaining about his overprotectiveness, he’ll gladly remind you that other survivors are staying away from you. He’s all you have, so you better keep him satisfied.

He loves you, but his heart has hardened so much that he’s forgetting how to actually show it.

All he can do is what he couldn’t do for his comrades in the army:

Keeping you safe. No matter the cost.

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Violetta has always been... unusual. Even by the standards of the hunters.

As such, she is pretty isolated in the Hunters’ side of the manor.

Her highlights of her stay is the days she gets to play with the adorable little survivors, and attempt to wrap them up in her pretty silk threads like dolls.

Of course, they never like it, sadly enough, and always try to run away from her.

Yes, the point of the matches is for the survivors to escape, but why do they never want to have fun or play with her?

But then one match at the Red Church, that changed.

Violetta was stumbling around the map, looking for the Painter that had just wriggled loose and ran from her, annoyance clear in the way she moved.

She saw movement near a rocket chair and hurried over, ready to strike Edgar down, but stopped, one leg raised mid-air.

There you were: sitting casually, legs crossed on the grass in front of the chair, cipher behind you not decoded and forgotten.

In your hands was one of the small, white ragdolls that usually sat next to the chairs, and you were humming to yourself, using a pen you had with you to decorate it.

Now, the white doll had a pair of eyes and a wide smile: looking far more alive than before.

”That is so cute,” Violetta said, suppressing a giggle when you jumped, not having noticed her or your heightened heartbeat.

”Yeah! I thought she looked sad without a face,” you replied, giving Violetta a smile.

She sat down as gently as she could manage next to you, surprised as to why you weren’t running away. For a moment, she just sat there, watching you add ears and a nose to the doll. Then, you spoke up as if you’d just had a wonderful idea.

”Miss Violetta, you’re a great knitter, right? You must be, judging by how gorgeous your webs are. Do you think you’re able to make a little dress for the doll?” You asked.

Violetta swore that there was something wrong with her chest. Why did it feel... nice to talk to you? You weren’t running away in terror, despite being in a match, and you even praised her and asked her to help out!

Match forgotten, you sit and watch Violetta knit a dress for the doll, the two of you only remembering that you’re in a match when the airhorn signalling the pop of the last cipher rings out.

You thank Violetta for making such a nice and intricate dress for the doll, saying that it looks so much better now. She walks you to the gate, and you wave goodbye, promising to bring her a snack the next time you had a match with her.

This, of course, as you never knew your next hunter, led you to play many matches with baked goods in your pockets. Some cookies and pastries survived, but others were destroyed completely.

The next time you was up against Violetta, she looked almost shy, waiting for you in front of the very same doll the two of you had customized. As luck would have it, the map was the same one as last time you met up.

You cheerfully greet her as your teammates scurry off to decode, handing her a lightly smushed frosted cupcake. It had a tiny spider design in the center.

Bashfully, Violetta also handed you something in return — a soft scarf that felt like a caressing breeze when you ran your hand across it.

Needless to say, you wore the scarf almost always after that. It was warm, comfortable, and looked amazing.

Something stirred in Violetta, seeing you proudly wear her craft.

You began noticing flung spider webs stuck to the window of your room, bringing small gifts and notes.

Meeting between the mansions was difficult, so this was as close as you would get to talking between your far-off matches.

Until they weren’t far apart anymore.

You started being summoned to matches almost daily, always having an eager Violetta waiting for you.

If you told her you were too tired to talk and just wanted to decode, she would pout and sulk the whole game.

Seeing you getting along so nicely with your teammates made her feel something she thought she’d suppressed. The feeling of jealousy.

You were the first person in a long time to genuinely talk to her without fear, and seeing your care extended to other people made Violetta feel possessive.

Wouldn’t it be so much better if all your positivity and attention were focused on her? You must like her company back — why else would you wear what she made for you and talk to her?

Suddenly, instead of waiting for you in matches, Violetta would move with a speed never before seen, striking and cocooning your teammates as fast as she possibly could, batting your hand away when you tried rescuing them.

”We have more time to talk now! The loud siren won’t interrupt us anymore,” she’d say, grinning widely, wondering why you seemed to slowly shrink away from her.

Why were you starting to avoid her? After all she’s done for you, and created for you? She had even talked to the scary owner of the manor to let you meet more frequently.

That absolutely had to change. What was the point of having met you and felt happiness for the first time in so long if you were just going to disappear and leave her hurting?

You quickly realize and learn that if you just appease Violetta and keep her happy, you can often talk her out of ending your teammates. You could argue that if they left, it would just be the two of you, and you could snack on some cookies you had baked before!

And if you keep moving away, disappearing from her, looking at her with those sad eyes, she had a solution.

Wouldn’t you look just gorgeous wrapped in silky threads, smile never leaving your face?

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Humanity is ugly. Kind one moment, only to turn around and stab you in the back (or sacrifice you into the depths of the ocean...)

When Grace appeared in the manor, she despised every moment of it. Matches were not even fun for her — striking down fleeing humans provided her with no joy or satisfaction.

And it was worse when the game was at Lakeside. Too many horrible memories kept resurfacing.

One such game, Grace was too mentally drained to even have a wish to try.

She simply floated out a bit into the sea, feeling the sea water lap at her shins, and the light of the full moon bathe her face.

Grace did not notice you, the survivor staring at her, slowly growing concerned.

From her looks and abilities, it was not far-fetched to assume she had ties to this map. Past trauma.

Not entirely sure how to approach her, you gently stepped onto the sandy beach, quietly using the wand you found in a chest to draw. Grains shifted, lines appearing, and when you slowly snuck off, you felt Grace’s eyes snap to you.

For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other. Then, you pointed to the beach with a soft smile.

In the sand was a crude, yet clear cartoonish drawing of the two of you hugging, with the words ”You are not alone” scrawled next to it.

It felt weird feeling salty water run down her cheeks instead of down her nose and throat.

The next time the two of you were in a match together, she looked hesitant and almost afraid to approach you — worrying that you’d run.

But you didn’t. Your teammates scattered, leaving you to contain the hunter, but you didn’t mind.

”Your name is Grace, right?” You asked softly, introducing yourself. You took a seat with your back to one of the walls in Arms Factory, motioning for her to sit next to you, which she did after a moment’s consideration.

It took a while for her to begin feeling comfortable and opening up, but slowly, she did.

You were not back in the manor until hours after the gates had opened, your teammates beside themselves with worry. You merely brushed them off, saying that you had something to talk about with Naiad.

She’d opened up to you about her past, and how difficult the time in the manor had been so far, glancing up at you every so often to see if you were rolling your eyes or dismissing her, but you weren’t. You merely listened, hummed, and offered sympathy as she talked, her webbed fingers nervously fiddling with her harpoon.

Something about the message you’d left in the sand had stuck in her mind, leaving her thinking about it for days afterwards.

And seeing how nice you were, maybe it wasn’t too difficult to open up?

Having a better understanding of Grace, you went out of your way to accompany her and let her rant if she needed when you were in a match.

You taught her how to draw, dipping your finger in the water spawning beneath her feet and painting on the flat walls of buildings, encouraging her and being there.

Grace didn’t know just how much she’d missed having a friend until you came along.

Slowly but surely, she began to feel better — and with this, utterly decimating your teammates in games with a previously unseen fervor. They would complain to you about how much worse you made her, but you’d disagree every time. There was now life in those dark, sad eyes of hers.

You taught Grace as much as you could about things humans did in their free time since she likely knew nothing after her passing, and remembered little from the time before.

Her favorite was combining two things you were good at; baking and drawing. You’d bring undecorated cupcakes to matches, as well as supplies to decorate them, and Grace would have the time of her life adding decorations on the tops of them. Small fish, a seastar, a heart. She was almost as giddy as a child when she piped the baked goods, uncaring about the frosting on the tip of her nose.

And she’d smile so sweetly when you complimented her.

Without either of you properly realizing it, she had become dependent on you. And, unfortunately for you, she was the first to notice this.

You brought things to fewer and fewer matches. It was not to be rude, but because you thought she’d gotten a lot better and you didn’t want to be too overbearing.

However, Grace did not see it from your perspective.

To her, this was you, just like everyone else, turning your back on her. Leaving her for dead.

The next match you had together, she’d beg you to always be by her side and never leave her. She needs you. Desperately. She has no other reason to continue on in the death games than to meet you. To hear your praise.

And when you gently try to let her down, saying that it’s impossible to always be with her due to the separation of the manors and games, she snaps.

With a look of frightening chill, the calm before the storm, she manipulates the water under her to encircle your head, depriving you of air.

When she deems it enough, when you feel black spots appearing in your field of vision, she removes the water before asking again, and she repeats this until you give her the answer she wants.

A small seashell on a necklace is placed around your neck as you gasp for oxygen, a matching one around Grace’s neck giving off a small green burst of light at the same time.

”Now, we are bound together,” she whispered, placing what was meant as a soft kiss on your cheek. Though, you felt the sting of salt and the coarseness of her parched lips and were yet again reminded of the unpredictability of the sea.

Grace’s voice almost sounded like it was underwater as she talked about how this was likened to a wedding ceremony in her village, and that with the help of the manor’s owner, magic had formed a stronger bond than just a promise.

You realize, all too late, that Grace was no longer a hurt, betrayed woman, but the personification of the sea itself.

Filled with both beauty and darkness.

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[gustingirl]

gvf headcanon | eloping together

request: hi could we get a head canon about eloping with each of the boys 🥺

disclaimer: hopefully i got this done correctly lmao

josh.

it would definitely be josh’s idea, like i feel he would plan it in a way to make it seem spontaneous as fuck but the man has been planning it basically since he had met you. and he would truly act like the idea popped in his head one random day and he called you to pick you up but he carries with him the well-selected rings and he even has a speech all prepared. i don’t know, i feel he would still do it pretty spontaneously but it’s not an idea that suddenly came one day.

i see it happening the following way: the topic of marriage had been going around between you two basically since you had begun dating. he was really into it, showing you signs of wanting a married life from the very start. on your side, you were hesitant. however, the idea of marrying josh specifically did sound good in your head, so you began thinking you could never reject the idea of putting a ring on his finger. years had passed since the very first day of the relationship, and all you were missing was the actual ring. everybody around you would always say how domestic you were, as if you were an elderly couple. the marriage traditions were all you were missing to actually become the official matrimony. and then you got his call. josh sounded excited, as if he had just been told he was nominated for a grammy. however, his happiness came from somewhere else. he was rambling about escaping, running away for a couple of weeks, only to get married alone. it was insane, a truly crazy idea, typical of his. and because of that, you said yes almost immediately. after josh picked you up, he began sharing with you his thinking process. it came to him all of a sudden, and because it was so absurd, you couldn’t help but accept. the destination was a beautiful, small village somewhere in the middle of america, where not even the fbi could find you. after picking up a pretty dress and some traditional pieces, you followed josh to a big forest, where, located in the heart of the forest, rested a beautiful, peaceful lake.

“before making you my official partner for life, i must confess you something, my love” he sounded like a gentleman out of a movie, and his romantic tone made you giggle

“please do, my lover” you replied, maintaining his same tone

“this was definitely not spontaneous” he let a chuckle out as he held your hands, one step closer to a married, beautiful life

“i thought you had the idea this morning after talking with your mom” you frowned, still wearing a smile

“she was just my trigger, y/n. i’ve been dying to marry you since the moment i laid eyes on you” his eyes were shone with sincerity and pure love, and you felt like melting under his stare

“nothing matters now, josh” you smiled widely, his words resonating in your head “just make me yours forever, please”

with a nod, josh let the pretty, floral ring slide down your finger, giving your hand a long kiss before letting you do the same with him. instead of kissing his hand, you were quick to catch his mouth with yours, letting your souls become one. instead of bells, you could hear the water by your side. instead of family and friends, you had birds as guests. your words could not be any more true, as nothing mattered as long as you were together.

sam.

similar to josh, actually, but make it more romantic and actually spontaneous. i don’t know why sam gives off the vibes that he loves doing really random things, like he doesn’t put much thought into it and he lets life carry him around. and i see him actually having a sudden thought about marrying you, but he wouldn’t actually tell you about it. he has seen some good rom coms on cable before, he knows that surprises are actually the true core of romanticism. the least you see it coming, the better.

i’ll share with you a daily daydream i have: life was getting too rough to bear, both you and sam were first eye witnesses of this crime we call work. the band was more demanding than ever, probably due to the sudden enlargement of their fandom. on your side, your boss was each day being a bit more bitchy than the previous day, and you knew you were reaching your limit. hence why, sam’s sudden call changed your day, and actually your life too. it was a small idea: taking advantage of the weekend to escape somewhere private and isolated, where not even a soul could bother you. you accepted the idea right away, and even added the possibility of not telling anybody where you were going. danny helped you two out by taking you to the airport, and that was the last thing he knew about you two. you let sam take care of the destination, and he chose a beautiful beach on the east coast, a rather lonely beach with few tourists. right on the sand, sam rented what appeared to be a cabin, with literally no floor, just sand. the water was right outside the door, and you knew you were going to have the greatest time of your life. you swam, ate by the shore and lived an actual fantasy with the love of your life. to fulfill the day with passion, you and sam began making out on the bed, ready to close the day with pure ecstasy. however, as you were kissing passionately, sam made a pause, excusing himself to abandon the bed, leaving you confused. he wasn’t making any sound behind you which worried you big time, so you decided to turn around. the image before your eyes could make any heart stop beating: the room was decorated with candles that sam had previously lit for what you thought was going to be an endless night of making love, but now sam was on one knee, with a box showing off a beautiful ring.

“sam-” you cut yourself off as you truly were left speechless

“i know, this is fucking insane” if you could concentrate, you could swear sam was on the edge of tears “listen to me, y/n, i am fucking in love with you. i am truly, one hundred percent, crazy for you. i know how random this is, but it was never about resting. no, babe, i never wanted to come here to get away from the world. i wanted to come here to make you mine for once and for good, to make you my loving wife and to make you my lifetime partner. we can have a real wedding with our families back home, but i truly just wanna marry you now”

words were not enough for you, but you could manage to scream many “yes!” as you jumped into his arms, kissing every inch of his face, with happy tears running down your cheeks. adventures were endless with sam, and now you had a whole life to live more.

danny.

don’t ask me why, i think this would be your idea and you would see it in a movie. like i feel you would bring it up as a joke at first, maybe, during a movie night with danny. like “let’s go to vegas and get married” kind of comment, but danny would either really love the idea or not recognize it was a joke but would still be into it. and i feel there would be a moment of “are we sure this is a good idea?”, which would probably be followed by a “yeah, fuck it”

you bet your ass i’m using those actual lines, by the way. because it was during movie night. every saturday night, you and danny would spend hours choosing a movie to watch. it was really to watch, by the way. it was your goal to be able to finish the movie, and you would succeed almost every single time. that night was the exception, but not in the way you had thought. the movie choice was danny’s: a lame rom com to entertain yourselves before the main event of the night. however, you found yourself invested in the plot, but could still find time to laugh at the corny scenes or the dumb lines. the main characters had decided to go to vegas and get married, and you could not help but make a joke about it.

“that’s not a bad idea, though, we should just go get married to vegas, babe” you commented with a giggle

“really?” danny’s eyebrows raised up as he quickly glanced at you.

you couldn’t read his face, but you could tell he was genuinely asking.

“i-” you started, laughing as you found yourself in a weird position “i-i don’t know…”

there was a pause, carried with a silence that was making both of you think a lot.

“i mean, we’ve been together for what? 7 years?” danny asked, glancing back at you

“yeah…” you were truly considering it, and making eye contact with your boyfriend seemed to be the last straw “babe, are you really suggesting we get married now in vegas?”

“how bad of an idea can it be?”

you opened your mouth to reply, but as no argument came, you shrugged with a smile

“yeah, fuck it”

you two stood up before you could say another word, with danny running towards his car keys. if you two could actually think things through, you probably would have rejected the idea, but it sounded too good now to turn it down. you truly were going to get married at vegas, after all.

jake.

mmmhm, not so sure how it could go down with jake (imagine if i just leave the headcanon there lmao). i see it being his idea, but he would actually ask you about it. like it had been going around his head for a while, with many conversations with friends and family making him doubt about the possibility of marriage. and i feel the topic would come up probably during a conversation, maybe as a comment or a joke or just an idea, but it would make jake reconsider it and actually propose you to get married somewhere alone and privately. i don’t know for sure, but all i can tell you is that he’s going to be fucking shy about it.

we know jake isn’t as shy as we think, but when it comes to love and when it comes to you, jake is blushing hard. he had to admit he had pictured you walking down the aisle and towards him, but the idea sometimes scared him. jake had no idea why, actually. because he really wanted to marry you, he knew that for sure. even when he wasn’t sure whether you wanted to or not, he would daydream about having his first dance with you. however, with time he realized the daydreams all contained one thing in common: you two were alone. and after that realization, jake understood why the idea scared him so much. it wasn’t marrying you what he despised, it was doing it surrounded, in the vast majority, by people that he didn’t care about or that didn’t care about him. he wanted a ceremony, a wedding and all, but he just wanted you there with him. and the possibility of running away with you was not even in his mind until one day that he visited his hometown with you. all his relatives brought up the idea, making jake more anxious about it. but then one cousin joked about jake and you having already gotten married in secret, and he had a new idea.

“jake, what are you doing?” you asked as you let your boyfriend take you to his car

“did you hear what my cousin scott said?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder at you as he dragged you by your hand

“that i have nice tits and that you’re stealing with me?” you replied just as fast, winning a concerned but annoyed expression from your man

“he said that? what an asshole” he shook his head before continuing “no, i mean when he said you and i probably got married already in secret”

you both stopped by his car but did not get in, as jake was sharing his plan

“oh yeah, what about that?” your mind was connecting dots already, but you were letting jake finish his story

“it does not sound like a bad idea” he was wearing a shy smile, hiding his anxiety as he tried explaining his idea “maybe we could get married in secret, alone, away from everybody else”

“...now!?” it took you a moment to understand where jake was going, but more specifically, why you were standing by his car

“why not?”

you were not sure whether it was his cheesy, lovely smile or that he actually had a good point, but you were already getting inside his car and googling the nearest place where you could get married. on the other side, jake was jumping around like a toddler, happy as fuck that his madness was shared with the one person he was about to make his eternal, everlasting partner.

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Pregnant!Female!Reader) pt. 14

Hannibal reads too much into Max's attempt to reconcile and cult girl revisits her past.

@wisesandwichshark @pearlstiare

Trigger warnings: discussions of death, abandonment, military casualties, emotional abuse

You soon returned to the opera knowing you had nothing to hide. Hannibal selected for you an off-white maternity gown so form-fitting it was practically painted on. He wanted everyone to see that you, his queen, empress and goddess, were carrying his child.

It only took that evening for the whole dynamic to change. Suddenly, you were an expectant new mother. Imogen had been a massive hit, you were planning to go again.

You were affixing your heavy cubic zirconia earrings when you heard a knock at the door. You hesitated, but hurried down the stairs when you saw who it was.

"Max?" You said, upon opening the door. He stood there awkwardly, holding a bouquet of flowers. "Hi?"

"Hey, [F/N]." Max greeted, eyes darting nervously around the porch. "I just came around to apologize in person. I'm sorry I was such a chauvinist prick."

You leaned against the door. "Oh?"

"You were right." He continued. "I don't know what it's like to carry a baby, and, unless something goes very wrong, I never will."

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that." You smiled.

"Anyway, these are for you." He said, handing the bouquet over. "They're chrysanthemums."

"Thank you, Max." You said, accepting the flowers.

"Archie and I-" He scratched the back of his head. "We thought that, maybe, if you'd still have us, that we'd name the baby Chrysanthemum. With your permission, of course."

"Like the picture book?" Your face lit up. "With the little mouse girl?"

Max nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, exactly."

You hugged the bouquet into your chest and considered it again. You looked back at Hannibal, who hadn't looked up from his expectant fathers' website for a second all day. He surrounded himself with books about child psychology, attachment theory, developmental behavior patterns and somehow found himself on a tangent about institutionalized misogyny in medicine.

"I'm sorry, Max." You said, sincerely. "I really do appreciate you coming down here and apologizing, but-"

Max put his hands up and gave you a disarming smile. "I understand. Plans change."

"I just really want to stress that it's not you." You assured him. "I've kind of... really grown to like the idea of being a parent. And I think that was Hannibal's plan all along, too."

"I believe a congratulations is in order, then." His voice turned up in delight. "I'm very happy for you. Both of you."

You clutched the bouquet to your chest. "Thank you."

"Well, I'd better get going." He stepped backwards down the stairs. "I've got three pints of Ben and Jerry's in the backseat and Archie'll have my head if I come home and they've melted."

"Max, wait." You stopped him before he could get down the driveway.

"Hm?"

You leaned against the threshold and smiled warmly. "Don't be a stranger, okay?"

Max returned the smile. "Of course not."

You waved goodbye and shut the door. You hurried to the kitchen to put the flowers in water before you had to go.

"Who was that, love?" Hannibal asked, half-heartedly. He was still very fixated on his research.

"Max Thomas-Park." You answered, unwrapping the flowers from the decorative plastic.

Hannibal looked up from his computer, but left the room silent for you to fill.

"He wanted to make amends." You explained. You walked across the room to the china cabinet and selected a vase big enough to hold the ornate bouquet. "Brought flowers and everything."

"Chrysanthemums?" He asked, sniffing the air.

"I see your sense of smell is coming back." You commented.

"Interesting selection." He narrowed his eyes on the bouquet.

"Well, he said that was what he wanted to name the kid." You offered. "It was a cute pitch, not gonna lie."

Hannibal shut his laptop and examined the bouquet up close. "If he wanted to express regret, he would have done better to bring you blue or purple hyacinths."

"Well, like I said." You made a point to project a little more. "He said he wanted to name his daughter chrysanthemum."

"Mums are given to show sympathy for those in mourning." Hannibal continued, clearly having his own conversation.

"Hannibal-"

"I think your cousin got her hooks in him and he's planning to--" He cut himself off, lest he speak the unthinkable into reality. "That's why he brought mourning flowers."

"Max Thomas-Park is conspiring with Anna to kill our unborn baby?" You said, flatly, to emphasize how insane he sounded.

Hannibal held a bloom between his fingers and looked closely at it. "It's the kind of hint I would leave. For courtesy's sake."

"I think looking at parenting blogs all day has made you a little paranoid." You observed, knowing full well that an overprotective husband and soon-to-be father of your child was not a bad problem to have. Nevertheless, you shut the laptop and touched his cheek. "Come on. We're going to be late for the opera."

You heaved yourself into the passenger's seat of the car, feeling the seat give beneath your heavy frame. Every time you got into the car, you remembered that you needed to shop for a car seat. The thought just as soon left your mind every time. 

“We need to look for a car seat.” You said as Hannibal shut the door, hoping that he’d remember. 

“I mean,” Hannibal blurted out, still lost in his own conversation. “Max is a cultured and well-educated man. He has to know the implications of his flowers.” 

You huffed, dreading to think that paranoid delusion was symptomatic of his parenting style. “Right. The twenty-seven year old data analyst who graduated with a finance MBA from UChicago is also proficient in the outdated and frivolous language of flowers.” 

“In Italy, mums are only given as comfort for loss.” Hannibal said with undeserved conviction. “Exclusively, [F/N].” 

You rolled your eyes and typed something up on your phone. You raised your eyebrows, feeling a bit proud of yourself for what you found. 

“In Korea, y’know, the country that Max’s family is from,” You corrected. “The chrysanthemum is a symbol of friendship.” 

Hannibal tensed up for a moment, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. It was as if he were trying to break himself out of a trance. “...I’m sorry, darling.” 

“I know you’re scared.” You stared at his profile, trying to make out an expression. “I’m also... pretty scared. But you can’t take it out on a guy who has nothing to do with it.” 

“I am scared.” He affirmed, but the way in which he did was a telltale sign that he wasn’t giving you the full story. 

“Of?” You raised your eyebrow. “Finish the sentence, Hannibal.” 

"I need to keep our baby safe." He answered. "And I cannot in good conscience let her come into the world knowing that someone wants to hurt her. To hurt you."

You sighed. "Hannibal, are you seriously still worried about Anna?"

"Don't underestimate the role privilege and entitlement plays in the decision to commit acts of violence." He enunciated carefully. "You of all people should know that."

"Anna has cultivated such a perfect victim image to project outwardly that even a hint of proactive violence would shatter it." You explained. "She's the poor girl who has things done to her. Her evil cousin ruined her marriage. Her evil cousin destroyed her career. And she's the innocent victim in all of it."

"Logically, I know that you can speak on her behavior with more authority than I." Hannibal admitted.

"No shit." You scoffed. "I had to live with her."

"Can we at least entertain the idea that she has something planned?" He pleaded.

"I'm surprised at you." You said. "You never really struck me as the overly-cautious type."

Hannibal shook his head. "With my own life, I'm willing to gamble. But not when it's you. And not when it's Imogen."

You tensed up. His admitted willingness to put himself in danger unlocked a core memory you had buried deep down. The only thing you knew about your own father was that he was willing to put himself in danger. To go overseas and die for fuck-all instead of live for the child he selfishly created then abandoned. He chose to give his life for oil. You didn't choose to grow up without a father and your mother didn't choose to raise a child without a partner. He made that choice for you.

"Now what are you not telling me?" Hannibal broke you out of your trance. "I know that look, [F/N]."

"Nothing." You shook your head. "You should really not plan on dying anytime soon."

"I promise you, I am not going anywhere." His voice softened. "Least of all, to Iraq."

"Okay, you're a pretty good therapist but you never told me you could read minds." You threw your hands up in defeat. "Are you a psychiatrist or are you Loki?"

"As fun as being the god of mischief would be," Hannibal smiled to himself. "I just happen to have a steel-trap memory and an admittedly quite obsessive fixation on the mental health of the mother of my child."

"I swear to god I never told you about him." You denied. "Not even in passing."

"You didn't have to." He assured you. "Beatrice did."

You were surprised for a fraction of a second until the information sat in your head long enough to realize it wasn’t surprising in the slightest. Beatrice took every opportunity she got to brag about her son's sacrifices. She never once mentioned the sacrifices he forced upon you. Only that her son was a hero.

"Did you get the 'don't believe anything [F/N] has to say about my son' speech?" Your voice flattened in complete non-surprise.

"It was a prepared speech?" Hannibal chuckled. "Pity. I thought I was special."

"She gave it to my first boyfriend." You rolled your eyes. "We were, like, fifteen."

"The root of your psychological issues becomes clearer every time we talk about Beatrice." He commented under his breath.

"I know." You conceded.

He pulled into the parking lot, turned the car off and placed his hand over yours.

"Your father was a coward." He said, bluntly. It was nice to hear what had been echoing in the back of your head out loud for once. "I know no country to serve. No god to glorify. I promise, you have the whole of me. My mind, body and soul belongs to you and our child."

You squeezed his hand. "I couldn't ask for anything else."

[yuyuntianyu]

[2HA analysis blog] To love you is torment but leave you I cannot

I wanted to write this (hopefully not-too-long) blog to give 2HA fandom a different perspective of the events in the past timeline. I noticed that there are many little things that could not be carried over to the English language. These little things can give more explanations to our characters’ actions so I hope sharing this would help the novel make more sense. This blog focuses on Taxian-jun and Chu Fei.

Warning: Spoilers ! ! ! Taxian-jun and Chu Fei are their own trigger warnings ! ! !

Despite the novel having 350 chapters, we really know little about what happened between Taxian-jun and Chu Fei besides the abuse and mistreatment and that little is relayed to us by the Most Unreliable Narrator of the Cultivation World - Mo Ran Mo Weiyu. If we only take Mo Ran for his words then a lot of his and Chu Wanning’s decisions told later on would seem irrational and almost silly. So let’s dive deep in the past so we can understand how the great cultivator Beidou Xian-zun could raise such a dumb husky since the events in the past would explain the more irrational decisions made by both main characters.

Given Mo Ran’s narrator is about as reliable as his character in the first 120 chapters, we have to look at other more subtle clues and some of them are due to cultural and linguistic differences.

1. I used to like you a lot

At his coronation day, Taxian-jun stated that he once greatly looked up to Chu Wanning and that he used to love and respect him dearly. Maybe I am reading into this too much but this is my theory: The flower could erase the memory itself but cannot erase the feelings associated with the memory. He had his memories of the good deeds Chu Wanning did for him erased but still remembered that he used to love and respect him. It doesn’t make sense unless it is indeed that the flower could not erase its host’s feelings. So throughout the novel, Mo Ran’s complicated emotions are complicated possibly because he could not remember how he came to have these feelings. Similarly, Hua Binan could mess with the undead Taxian-jun’s memory to a great extent but could not erase his obsession with Chu Wanning.

2. I gave you a new title

Chu Fei. 楚妃. In the Imperial Chinese harem hierarchy, “Fei” means consort and not concubine (嬪 “Pín"). Consorts were highly respected positions in the palace weidling much political power and were only seconds to the Empress Consort. Another major difference is a consort would be married to the emperor while a concubine would not. So if Taxian-jun had truly wanted to only humiliate Chu Wanning and keep him for the carnal pleasures (I am intentionally ignoring his breeding kink completely), he would keep him as a concubine but he gave Chu Wanning the Consort title and hid him from the world. At this point, Taxian-jun had almost lost Chu Wanning once and had spent a lot of effort to bring him back from the verge of death after hearing Chu Wanning’s apology so his anger might have softened a bit. Also, given that Chu Wanning is a man, having a legitimate offspring ( (I am still intentionally ignoring Mo Ran's breeding kink completely) is not an issue so although this is not clearly stated, I believe Taxian-jun wanted to force a relationship and somewhat proper marriage on Chu Wanning. Another hint of this is in an Extra chapter where Taxian-jun tried to get Chu Wanning a birthday gift. He recalled that in his past timeline, he had wanted Chu Wanning to give him something on his birthday as well and that he had wanted Chu Wanning’s heart.

3. Shizun likes to write letters and poems

On Book 3 Chapter 247, Chu Wanning sat down and wrote a few unsent letters to the people he used to know. He also wrote a few lines of poetry. In the first few lines taken from different literature works, he expressed his sense of helplessness and his wish to remain untainted despite the circumstances. The more important two lines are from a poem written by a real poet named Fàn Chéngdà ( 范成大) who lived in the 12th century Southern-Song dynasty. The two lines read:

“May I be like the stars, may you* be as the moon. Night after night, may we shine together side by side.” **

*In the original work, the character used instead of you is “jun” 君 (as in 踏仙君 Taxian-jun). 君 could mean king, emperor, lord, or gentleman ** This is my rough translation - I haven’t found an English version of this poem

These two lines are commonly used in romantic novels as a way to express one’s unchanging love and loyalty to another person despite the circumstances. He compared himself as the stars and wanted to remain by Taxian-jun whom he viewed as the moon. Chu Wanning wrote this to express his willingness to stay but he would never voice this out loud. In the next timeline, he did the same thing by quietly loving and caring for Mo Ran 1.0 despite the mistreatment and was content with never expressing his feelings vocally. Mo Ran was rather uneducated and thus could not fully comprehend these two lines and misunderstood that Chu Wanning was missing Xue Meng.

4. You are all I have left

In chapter 252, after Chu Wanning returned to The Red Lotus Pavilion, he found Taxian-jun already waiting for him. Taxian-jun told Chu Wanning about a dream he had and said:

“I am afraid I don’t resent you… I want to resent you… Otherwise, I…” “In the end, it’s just you and I”.

This is not the first time he expressed that Chu Wanning was all he had left or they only had each other. I believe that at this point, Taxian-jun might have somewhat believed Chu Wanning and recognized that his memories were missing. His words and behaviors seemed a lot more gentle and he mentioned they did have periods of time where their marriage was easier. I believe it was after this point. He told us about the numerous times he attempted to spoil his consort or expressed his affection through gifts, a trip outside the palace, goods, jewels, and even teaching Chu Wanning how to cook or personally taking care of Chu Wanning when he was sick. At one point, Taxian-jun expressed his wish for a more peaceful marriage with Chu Wanning through his breeding kink by saying that if they had children, perhaps they would be more civil towards each other.

Edit: I really wanted to go about this blog without having to refer to their particular taste in bed

5. Are you still mad?

This is a smaller detail but in the original text and the Vietnamese official translation, the way they talked to each other had a bit more of the “husband-wife” dynamic. Especially Chu Wanning ( l┐(︶▽︶)┌ ), the comment section said he sounded like when your wife is mad that you didn’t take out the trash but still says: “I’m not mad” and Taxian-jun, the husband, would come around and ask “Are you still mad at me?” after every fight.

6. I did not think you would really leave me.

On Chapter 99, Mo Ran recalled the fight between him and Chu Wanning after an assassination attempt. In order to convince Mo Ran to not go to Taxue Palace, Chu Wanning said:

“If you destroy Taxue palace, if you kill Xue Meng, I will die before you”.

Now the line “I will die before you” in my language is less of a suicidal ideation but more of a threat. It's used when a person already knows that they are important to the other person and is using their own death as a threat to make the other person do something. This line is thrown around a lot during heated arguments between people close to each other but they almost never mean it. (Even my mom said it numerous times before T_T . I personally think it’s manipulative). Therefore, it is understandable Taxian-jun did not take this line seriously and replied almost mockingly. After all, they had been married for almost a decade at that point, Taxian-jun probably felt somewhat comfortable that Chu Wanning would not do anything reckless. He could not foresee that Chu Wanning meant what he said and actually followed through with his words. I believe that if Taxian-jun had known that Chu Wanning was serious, Taxian-jun would not have gone to Taxue Palace. 7. Don't leave me, ok?

Then Chu Wanning died and Mo Ran spent two years alone. In those two years, we know he basically went insane because of grief, talked to a corpse everyday, and deep fried his Empress Consort. But strangely enough, Mo Ran 1.0 did not immediately mention this after being reborn although it was the main reason he committed suicide. And at that point, it had been well over a decade since Shi Mei faked his death in the past timeline, yet Mo Ran 1.0 seemed to still hold a lot of resentment towards Chu Wanning. Also, he said he could accept Shi Mei’s death but would never accept Chu Wanning’s. So honestly, it did not make sense to me the first time I read the novel and I believed Mo Ran resented Chu Wanning for a different reason.

The answer was first hinted at in chapter 9 when Mo Ran scolded the sleeping Chu Wanning. He called Chu Wanning a donkey hoof (lol) and this is actually an idiom to scold someone who is disloyal and unfaithful in love. The puzzles came together when the undead Taxian-jun showed up and immediately went after Chu Wanning (and not Shi Mei). He believed Chu Wanning used his death to hurt him and was angry at Chu Wanning for leaving him. This is the resentment Mo Ran 1.0 carried over to the next timeline. He hated Chu Wanning for abandoning him. This is solidified in chapter 262 by the undead Taxian-jun pleading to Chu Wanning:

“Don’t betray me” “Don’t leave me the second time. The first time you left, I could choose death as a relief. This time, even death is not an option any more… I won’t be able to bear it…”

So there it is! I hope this blog brings some new information and feel free to discuss! Let me know if you have any questions for me ＼(￣▽￣)／

Disclaimer: Plenty of this is my conclusion drawn from the already ambiguous original text and various translations. Unless Meatbun says it, it’s not canon. I am looking at the novel in three different languages so I might have made some mistakes. Pls forgive. Also, I am not making excuses for Mo Ran 0.5’s actions nor am I justifying the abuse in any way. Chu Wanning never said Mo Ran 0.5 was innocent of these crimes nor will I.

[siot-siot]

[성화 1st]

"I love you", you said to the man that has sneaked through the whole knightage at your family's manor and climed up your fortress like balcony, down below was his small boat from which he carefully made his way up. Forbid him being caught, he would be hanged for serve treason and breaks of law, the ridiculous laws of a tyrant. A man so sweet and gentle, if morality was law he would be called a saint.

"As I do you, so come with me, my dear lady. I know you dream of escaping your golden cage my little swan and I long for our marriage and future children," he promised as he stood at the marble railing of your balcony, the sunset highlighting his elegant silhouette, his black hair slicked back accenting his prominent jawline. His clothes were black as not to be caught but for you his appearance shined as if he wore the most exquisite silk. The noble men you knew were nothing in comparison to him and his beautiful eyes.

You wished you could just flee, but the foresight of the consequences were too much and gruesome for a tender lady like you. Hesitation on your face, too scared to tip into unknown waters even with the strongest swordsman you could have. So you tried to reason with him:"You would be made a criminal for abducting me, my family will chase you to the ends of the world."

A chuckle left his lips:"I am a criminal worth thousands of gold coins, who doesn't try to sell me out, if my bounty increases for abducting a diamond shouldn't I be proud of it."

Insanity has fallen upon you to even consider it, the outside world that you only knew of in stories. How could you a woman as fragile as if made out of glass survive, you would just be a burden for him. It was times like this where you forgot who he was, an infamous pirate since birth and the right hand of the most feared captain. In your small world you just couldn't wrap your head around it, how strong your lover truly was.

Sighing you said:"I'm scared."

His gentle all knowing smile told you, he knew what held you back and he understood as he always did without hearing from you. It left you puzzled how he always knew what your mind had spun up. However you could see his wounded pride behind his smile, how could you doubt his ability to provide for you, his most treasued possesion.

Ashamed of your doubts you cast your eyes down, softly whispering:"I will follow you." You remembered the first time you met him, he was fighting amidst the uproar in the city and protected you from rebels. Desperatly you searched for him to return the favor, how shocked you were to find out who he was and though you should have feared him you fell in love.

A breath of relief left his lips as he beamed at you:" Take my hand my love."

He was about to inch closer when a thrilling sound erupted, echoing in the silent night. A loud bang that left you shocked, gaping at his shoulder. Wailing as your lover fell backwards down the cliffs below.

The very same cliffs you always found astounding to look at because of their enormous height. These cliffs that hinder you from any nightescapades, their sole purpose to provide safety from thieves and your longing of freedom. They were famous for their vicious waves crashing into the black stone.

Your legs trembled at seeing your brother on the neighboring balcony of your sitting room next door on your left. The gun still in his hand was pointing at you and it seemed as if he actually wanted to pull the trigger. He didn't look at his sister, but rather a traitor and dirty whore sullying the family name.

The door was kicked open as knights flooded your room and dragged you out, though all you could think of was your now dead lover and the many times you were about to break up. He was blended by love while you saw the risk dangling above your heads and eventhough you were aware, your heart couldn't take it. If only you broke it off then, he would be alive and you would be back to your mundane life. If only you didn't hesitate and just went with him your brother would have been too late to catch you. If only you didn't find him in the first place back then.

The thight grip on your arms and whispers around you told you this was your end. You would not go unpunished to uphold the honor of your family and you knew the gravety of your crime, there was no mercy for someone like you. At best women were sent to the monastery, but not you. This was your tragic end.

[the-record]

Headaches and Hospitals

A/N: I love JJ idk why so many people crap on her. And we need more JJ content pleasee

Summary: Who would’ve thought that passing out would lead you to the best decisions you have ever made?

CW: Marriage, pregnancy, hospitals, little mentions of the case. Nothing to serious just lots of fluff.

You felt like crap. Like you just wanted to get back in bed and not get up but you had tons of paperwork to do. You got ready like usual and tried to hide how sick you felt. 

“Morning kid.”

“Hey Morgan.” You sat in your chair and rubbed your temples, trying to get rid of you stubborn headache. You pulled out a bottle of ibuprofen and took some with some of your water.

“Hey, babe are you ok?” You looked up to your girlfriend standing next to you.

“It’s just a headache Jayje.” You smiled and kissed the top of your head. “I’m going to go make coffee do you want a cup?” She nodded.

“That would be nice, thank you. Just bring it to my office-nope conference room, we have a case.” You stood up to go get her coffee and felt dizzy. You closed your eyes and held onto your desk to keep steady. “Woah, you ok?”

“Yeah I’m fine. Go get ready I will bring you some coffee.” She did so but was very hesitant about it. You brought her the coffee and sat down in your usual spot.

“Thank you. Cincinnati Ohio, 3 women found in their houses. Women were all choked to death.”

“How do you know they were choked?” Derek questioned. JJ clicked the remote and pictures of the women being choked. You looked away and down at your file. You looked at dead bodies all the time but for some reason, this just made your stomach churn.

“Has Garcia been able to track the pictures and where they came from?” You asked.

“No. They were printed. Someone scanned them to show us.” You nodded.

“No visible tattoos. No marks to define him at all. Wearing gloves so he left no DNA, this guy really thought of everything.”

“This has to be premeditated. He somehow gets into the house without breaking in or scaring them, and then corners them maybe?” Emily pointed out.

“Which is exactly why we have to leave soon. The time is getting shorter between each murder. Wheels up in 30.” 

“All of the women look similar to each other. All of them have blonde hair, similar heights, and they are all wearing almost identical dresses. Garcia do any of the victims have a partner?” She clicked her mouse a couple of times.

“Yes. From what it looks Abby was just proposed to, Cheyenne had a long term boyfriend, and Kayla was about to get married.” She sounded so disappointed as he talked.

“So if his long term partner left him, then he was angry. Whoever she is, she was the trigger.” You added. 

“Ok, JJ I want you and Y/N to talk to victims families and partners. Emily, Reid and Derek go to the latest crime scene. Me and Rossi will go down to the M.E.’s office.” You moved back to where you and JJ sat before. Your headache slowly was getting worse but you had to ignore it. You had a job to do.

“Y/N, are you ok?” You looked at your girlfriend.

“Baby, I promise I’m fine. I probably just need something to eat. As soon as we land I will grab something ok?” 

“Fine, but I don’t want you stressing yourself out to much. You look tired, like you haven’t been sleeping.” She moved into the chair next to yours. “Get some rest, it’s a short ride but a nice nap might help.” You smiled at her. She was always concerned for your well being and never left you alone if she thought something was wrong. She was stubborn but a good person. You rest your head on her shoulder and cuddle up on the chair. She lays her head on yours as you drift to sleep. She was right, you did need some sleep, but the nap was no help. You still had a headache and got dizzy once more while walking in to the cars. She drove both of you to the police department where you met with the families. You started with the latest victim, Kayla’s fiancé Matt.

“Hi Matt. I’m Jennifer Jareau and this is Agent Y/N Y/L/N. We have a couple of questions for you if that’s ok.” He nodded and you sat down next to him.

You spent the next 20 minutes talking to Matt about his fiancée. You felt an overwhelming amount of sadness hearing how he talked about her. She was a insanely good person who took every precaution. After you had finished your questions your thanked him and moved on to the next family. Each of them brought your moods down even more. JJ had been helping you with the questions because she was still new to profiling. You had helped her study and get ready for everything when she was becoming one and it made you so proud. When she came back to the BAU you were so happy because this meant she wouldn’t have to leave for her job anymore. 

By the time you had finished your headache was 5 times worse than it was this morning. You closed your eyes and held your head in your hands.

“Not getting any better?” You shook your head. “Why don’t I take you to the hotel?”

“No that’s fine. We have a lot of work to do.”

You spent the rest of your day trying to make up a geological profile with Reid and JJ. Nothing was happening and everything just sucked.

After 6 days of work and 2 more victims, you got a call from someone saying a man broke into her house. You all geared up because he changed is M.O. on the last victim and used a gun. You drove with the Derek and Emily to the house. You 3 went in the front and Hotch, Rossi, and Reid went through the back. Everything was going well until you were about to catch the Unsub. You started to feel dizzy, your vision was fading and suddenly you were falling. Luckily Reid was behind you and noticed you shifting before you fell. 

“I swear I am going to murder that girl. I kept telling her to rest and relax for a second but she wouldn’t listen. God she is so stubborn.” You woke up in a hospital from hearing your girlfriends voice.

“Mmm, I learn from the best.” You reached for your girlfriends hand. 

“You’re so lucky I love you Y/L/N.”

“I am pretty lucky huh. Come here.” You moved over in the hospital bed and set a place for her to lay down. “Lay down. Don’t be stubborn come here.” She smirked slightly and laid down. She put her arm around you as you rest your head on her chest. She ran her fingers through your hair. “I love you Jennifer Jareau.” You whispered.

“I love you too Y/N Y/L/N.” She kissed the top of your head and you held her hand.

“We should get married.” You looked up at her and smiled. “Right? Jennifer Jareau, I love you so much. I don’t have a ring or anything but, will you marry me?” She pulled you in for a kiss. “I’m taking that as a yes?”

“You bet your ass that’s a yes. On one condition.” You nodded. “You stop fainting in front of unsubs.” You smiled and pulled her in for a sweet kiss. You sat there for a second before she pulled away. 

“Sounds like a deal. The moment we land, I am taking you and we are going ring shopping.” She smiled. 

“I think that’s a great plan.”

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Your legs felt like jello as you stood at the alter, waiting for JJ to walk down. When you did see her, she was absolutely gorgeous. You wore the jumpsuit the both of you picked out and she wore dress. You couldn’t help but stare at her beauty as she walked down the aisle. “God you’re gorgeous.” You saw her blush at your compliment. She took your hands and Emily started officiating. You weren’t really listening much though, you were too focused on the woman in front of you.

“Jennifer Jareau. When I first met you, all I thought about was how kind and beautiful you were. I knew that you had to be my person. I had to at least be friends with that girl. And luckily I got just that. I’ll be honest, when you met Will I was kind of disappointed. I thought, I wont ever get her, I was too late. But I couldn’t be happier that you met him because now you have Henry. I love that kid so much, he brings so much joy in to everyone’s life. And, Will sorry, when you and Will broke up, I was elated. I knew that I had to take my chance. So I gave you some time to cope with everything before deciding it was now or never. When you said yes to that date, I thought I would cry. When I stayed over the first time, I thought it would be weird with Henry. I thought he wouldn’t want me to stay over. Luckily that kid takes after you. He is kind, and smart, and has terrible eating habits. When he cuddled up to me for the first time I did cry. I cried because your baby trusted me and that’s the most important thing to me. I promise to take care of him everyday and to love him wholeheartedly. Loving you means loving him and I am nothing but prepared to shower him with love and respect. I love you so much Jayje.” You saw a tear roll down her cheek as Henry came up to you. You held him on your hip, both of you placing a kiss on his head before JJ started her vows. Her promise to you.

“Y/N Y/L/N. If you could hear the phone call of me telling Emily you had asked me on a date, it would consist of us both screaming into the phone. The night we went out together I fell in love. I didn’t realize what I had been missing my entire life. I was hesitant to ask you to say over that night because I was worried about how Henry would react, but you were so good to him. You always have been. And whenever I saw you with Henry my heart grew and so did my love for you. You have been nothing but good to me and him and I couldn’t ask for a better person to help me parent my child. You however are so stubborn. Like the most stubborn person I have ever met. You wouldn’t go back to the hotel for one day. You wouldn’t relax for one day and I guess I can’t be mad because if you had, if you had started to feel better that day, we wouldn’t be here in this moment. We aren’t the most typical couple but I couldn’t ask for someone better. Thank you for everything you have done for me and Henry. We both love you some much.” 

“By the power of your love and commitment, and the power vested in me, I now pronounce you wives! You may now kiss the bride.” You didn’t hesitate for a second as she pulled you into a kiss.

You smiled at your new wife sitting in front of you, taking in her beauty when you heard Emily tapping her glass. “If I could have everyone’s attention. Hi, I’m Emily. I met these women around 6 years ago and if I could take back everything and change it, I wouldn’t. When I joined the BAU I met these two women who were extremely clingy and affectionate but only towards each other. When I heard that Y/N had proposed I cried. Like I cried and I think Garcia has proof. The kindest women I had ever met have fallen in love and I was lucky enough to witness it. I was gone for some time and protected by them. They both risked all of their friendships to keep me safe, even if it meant putting themselves in danger. Everyday they save people without fail. If you haven’t met him already, next to JJ, is her son Henry. He wrote something for me to read, so here goes. ‘Dear Y/N. Thank you for making my mama happy. Before she was sad and it made me sad. You made her happy and made me happy.’” You felt the tears start to form in your eyes and called Henry to come sit in your lap. You held him close as Emily continued to read. “‘Thank your for being so nice to me and making me cakes all the time. They are really good. I love you mom.’” When you heard the last thing, the tears started to flow. You held the little boy even closer, whispering ‘I love you too’ in his ear. It was the first time he ever called you his mom. “I think that just perfects the night. I would continue but I cannot top that. Congratulations ladies. We all love you so much.” She raised her glass. “To Y/N and JJ. May they have their happily ever after.” You raised your glasses and clinked them while setting in a sweet kiss. 

“Ew!” You laughed and pulled away at Henry’s comment.

“Ok little man.” You grabbed her hand. “May I have this dance?” JJ held your hand and you led her to the dance floor, your arms around her waist and hers around your neck. Her head laid on your chest, underneath your chin, as the both of you swayed. “Thank you.”

She looked at you. “For what?” A smiled grew on your face.

“Everything. Loving me. Trusting me with Henry. Taking care of me. Letting me take care of you. I love you Mrs. Jareau.”

“I love you too Mrs. Jareau.” Everything else was a blur. Everything but her.

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“Can we talk?” You sat her down on the couch.

“Y/N are you ok?” You could see the concern on her face.

“I’m fine. I wanted to ask you something.” She nodded to give you permission to ask the question. “Jayje, I wanna have a baby.” Her face lit up.

“Really?” You nodded and she pulled you into a hug. “Of course.” 

That week the both of you did a crazy amount of research. You found a good doctor and made an appointment. A couple months later you were pregnant. You were both ecstatic. 

“JJ. We are going to have a baby.” 

You had both decided that you wanted to wait to tell the team in case something happened. However it became very hard to do this because your emotions were everywhere. The extra hormones you had to take were wearing off a little at this point but now the hormones you produced during pregnancy were taking over. Your temper was short and you cried all the time. You had morning sickness as well so you were constantly sick. The team thought something was up but didn’t ask what was happening. At 4 months you decided to tell the team because you were starting to show and eventually you wouldn’t be able to hide it. You decided to tell them right before a case.

“Wheels up in 30.”

“Um, before any of your guys go, me and JJ have something to tell you.” Everyone waited around but they looked nervous.

“You guys are still together right? And neither of you are leaving, right?” You smiled at shook your head at Penelope.

“No, well kind of but no we aren’t leaving and yes, we are still together.” You looked at JJ before pulling out a small box and handing it to Hotch. “Will you open this?” He nodded and took the box from you without question. JJ held your hand. He let out a small gasp and smiled.

“What? Hotch, what is it?” Derek questioned. He took the ultrasounds out and placed them on the table. There was an audible gasp before the team looked at you. Penelope was the first to run over. 

“Congratulations you two! Wait, who is pregnant?” You looked at your wife and raised you hand slightly. 

“Congrats mamas.” Derek came over and hugged the both of you. Then Rossi, Blake, Hotch, and finally Spencer. 

“If either of you need anything, just tell me.” You smiled and held your arms out for a hug. He accepted and you felt calm again. You had grown close with Spencer over the years. He was one of your best friends and you couldn’t be more thankful for that. You pulled away but still held his arms in your hands.

“Thank you Spence. Really.” He smiled and congratulated JJ before walking out with the team. You stood behind with JJ. “So what do you say baby? Should we go kick some ass?”

“I don’t think you’ll be doing much ass kicking.” You scoffed at her comment.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” She kissed you softly and whispered her next words on your lips.

“You struggled to put your shoes on this morning.” You stood there stunned as she pulled away and began to go get ready. 

“I cannot believe you!” She smirks as she walks away.

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You decided to stop going out on the field at 6 months. Babies sometimes come early, why risk that. Why risk getting hurt on the field. You had everything figured out. You were 8 months getting slowly closer to 9. You would stay and help Garcia during everything. JJ was going to be there during the birth no matter where she was and everything was going to be perfect. 

You knocked on Garcia’s office door. “Good morning lovely lady. How is the case going?” You weren’t feeling well that morning so you decided to rest a little after the sitter took Henry to school.

“Good so far I think. You doing ok?” You smiled and nodded.

“Yes. Ready to not be pregnant anymore but I’m ok.” Little did you know, your wish shall soon be granted. “How’s JJ? I was going to call her this morning but didn’t want to interrupt anything.”

“She’s good. She told me to tell you that she loves you. She really does you know. Like, I have never seen anyone love somebody so much.” You smiled.

“I love her too. Well I am with you today.” You pulled the chair you guys had put in her office when you first started staying back from cases. Her office was nice. Busy, but relaxing. 

You spent the day with her, and the team at times, trying to figure things out. Henry came for a visit after school as the babysitter had a class she couldn’t miss. He sat in the ‘Batcave’ with you and Garcia playing with some toys she had. The day was long and nothing happened for awhile. Nothing happened until your baby decided to make their big entrance. 

You had felt some contractions throughout the day just assuming they were Braxton hicks. You were good about hiding them too, but still Garcia noticed.

“Y/N, are you ok honey?” You smiled at her and nodded.

“Just a contraction. I’m okay.” Her jaw dropped.

“No ma’am. We are getting you to the hospital. Hey Henry? Can you pack up your ruck sack for me? We need to get Y/N somewhere, I think you might get to meet your little sibling today!” Henry instantly smiled and was frantically picking up. He walked next to you as Garcia took you downstairs. You called JJ as soon as you go into the car. 

“Hey baby, you ok?” JJ questioned.

“No. I’m not. JJ you need to get on the jet and get down here now.” You yelled. The pain was starting to kick your ass.

“What? Y/N, what’s happening?” Garcia took the phone and put it on speaker. 

“Hi JJ, you’re on speaker with Henry in the car. I am driving Y/N to the hospital, she was starting to have contractions and on our way out her water broke.” You heard JJ audibly gasp before hearing her yell at Hotch. She was screaming at him to get her on the jet which calmed you down surprisingly.

She stayed on the phone with you the entire time you drove to the hospital but you hung up when you got there. They got you into a room where you sat with Garcia and Henry until Will came to pick him up. Your labor was long, thankfully, so JJ was there for the birth of your daughter. The first time you held her, neither of you could take you eyes off of her.

“Do you have any name ideas?” JJ asked. You looked up and smiled for a moment before turning back to your daughter.

“I was thinking Rosaline.” You thought back to your wedding night. To your bestfriends speech before she left to go to London.

“Rosaline Emily Jareau.” You smiled and nodded.

“Hi Rosaline. We’re your moms.” 

The introductions of your daughter was sweet. Hotch was asked to be her godfather and Emily her godmother. Garcia spoiled her rotten with gifts. Spencer eventually taught her new fun things. Derek taught her how to play softball and JJ taught her soccer. Rossi also spoiled her with love and gifts. When Emily got back she tried to teach her how to weald a gun, that however didn’t last long. Even as the team spilt apart, they all were there for her. You couldn’t ask for a better family.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Rumor Has It {21}*

Chris Evans x Famous Reader Uriah “Riah” Tyler

Warning: Cursing, ANGST, Plot, Fluff, Mildly NSFW, Violence, Blood, Death, Verbal mention of Rape, Potentially Triggering Discussion

Words: 6.2k

Summary: You and Chris have been married for four years after a whirlwind romance. You are both happy and trying to navigate marriage in the public eye while balancing your successful careers. In the entertainment industry, not everything is as it seems, the flash of a camera lens impairs vision. As scandal and flashing lights put a strain on your once fairytale marriage is it possible your Hollywood marriage can stand the test of the rumor mill?

**Inspired by a video seen of Chris and his co-star Ana De Armas on their press tour for Knives Out at TIFF where she kept touching his chest and face standing about five inches apart.

NOTE: DO NOT COME FOR ME. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.

**Loosely Edited/Proofread**

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-Uriah-

You pushed off of him to an upright position, not sure you’d heard him right. “Say what!?”

 Chris sat up as well and leaned on the headboard.

 “Yeah. Abel, the detective, found that the video was doctored. It was spliced together using so many different audio clips dating back to when Knives Out was announced. She had someone doctor it to make it seem like it was me, or recent and current me.”

 You were ready to claw her eyes out. “That bitch!”

 Chris sighed. “That’s not it,” he began. He reached for your hand and brought you closer. You swung your leg over his lap and sat on his thighs, giving him your undivided attention.

 “Remember the picture of her in the sweater?”

 Clenching your jaw, you nodded. “The one from your room?”

 He nodded. “You’re right—it was from my room.”

 You gaped at him, ready to lunge at him, but you stopped yourself.

 “She snuck in, stripped down, and posted it. Abel was able to get security footage from the hotel. She bribed one of the housekeeping staff. They let her in, and it was at the same time I was on call for press. The timestamp shows it. I’m thinking she knew it would set you off and create problems between us.”

 You couldn’t believe what he was saying. This was insane. Why would someone go to these lengths?

 “Wow.” You rubbed your forehead, trying to wrap your head around everything. Not only were you still grappling with everything that happened since the accident, including things with Christiano, but the babies and Chris’s downward spiral, but now this. “Oh my god.”

 “The investigator uncovered a video from the hotel—and so much more.” Chris released a heavy breath then took your hand. “It all points to her, Riah.”

 His fingers traced imaginary patterns on my hand and along the length of my fingers.

 “And the text messages?” You couldn’t help yourself. Chris looked up from your hand and to your waiting eyes. The look on his face was an inquisitive one. “The ones between you and her about us,” you finished.

 There was no look of shock; he just looked resolved, as if he somehow knew that you knew.

 “How do you know about that?”

 “I did something crazy,” you began before pausing to find the right way to explain.

 It only took a few moments to forego any strategic plan and lay it out. So that is what you did. You explained your mission impossible operation with Kizzy and Zora a few weeks ago at Chris’s press junket. You explained being in the elevator to witness Ana’s blatant flirting. You explained, taking her purse and going through her phone to find out how devious she was. By the time you finished, the silence in the room was deafening. Chris hadn’t moved or spoken since you began. The look on his face was so masked and neutral that you couldn’t tell if he was on the brink of an angry outburst or a disappointed one.

 Suddenly Chris snorted loudly then laughed obnoxiously, clapping his free hand across his chest. The laugh went on so long to the same caliber that you couldn’t help but join in. So the two of you sat there laughing together for several long minutes. Once both of you were laughed out, you just stared at each other.

 “I can’t say that I’m surprised,” Chris started first, continuing to rub your hand. “I knew who I married.”

 He sighed and shook his head. That was when you saw the remorse in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I should have told you about it all, but I didn’t want to hurt you or have you doubt me.”

 Chris clenched his jaw then crinkled his brow. “In hindsight, I know it looked really suspicious. There are so many things I see now that I didn’t then. I shouldn’t have even had those text exchanges. It’s not her place to know anything small or not about our marriage. Jesus.” Chris took his hand away then raked it through his hair before locking his hands behind his neck—one of his frustrated ticks. His eyes were dropped to your thighs, and that’s where they remained.

 “I’m sorry, Riah.”

 His voice sounded clouded, and that was the only indication you needed to know his emotions were getting the better of him.

 “I’ve been so stupid. So stupid,” he choked out.

 “Baby.” You slid closer to him, grabbing his elbows to pull them down to rest on top of your thighs. “Look at me.”

 You raised his chin so he was looking into your eyes. His tears stained his cheeks and welled his eyes. You’d wanted him to see the error of his ways so many times. You’d wished he could see it your way and understand, and now that he did, you should have felt vindicated, but you didn’t. There really were no winners when the family feuds.

 Dropping your face into the crook of his neck, you inhaled his scent.

 “I’m sorry, dragonfly,” Chris whispered, wrapping his arms around you holding you close. “So sorry.”

 “Baby—look at me.”

 He pulled back enough for you to peer into his eyes. As you caressed his cheek, you spoke.

 “It’s okay. I—you--,” you sighed, then traced your thumb across his bottom lip. “I understand. There has been so much—pain, so much sorries and--.” Again you stopped for a few seconds.

 “No more,” you finished.

 Chris slowly nodded his head, grasping your meaning. He then kissed your thumb and nuzzled his bearded jaw into your palm. Though you wanted to move on, there was one more burning question, one more thing you had to know. Nibbling your bottom lip, you found your courage.

 “Were—were you tempted?”

 You couldn't look at him, so you kept your head down.

 “What? Tempted? To do what?”

 Meeting his eyes, you swallowed, then continued.

 “Cheat,” you whispered.

 Chris sat up straight, and he cupped your face within his large hands. His eyebrows were crooked with the intense, take me serious look he always got when he was about to say something important.

 “Look at me. Never.”

 You tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let you.

 “Listen and hear me, Uriah, never, ever. I would never. I told you I married you for a reason. I had a plan. Forever and a day, Uriah. You promised me forever and a day, and I won’t stand for anything less. I’m collecting all of it. Forever and a day.”

Fighting the tears, you scoffed. “You were a jackass. When I tell you a woman wants you, don’t doubt me.”

 Chris smiled and nodded. “I was. Never again. We don’t be here again. I’m going to be Pence from now on. You must be present at all times, or I’m not alone with any women.”

 You busted out laughing, and for the first time, you didn’t feel the heaviness of the last few weeks. It felt almost normal, like the two of you were on your way. Chris kissed you once, then twice before resting his forehead to yours.

 “We have to nail her ass to the wall,” you declared, staring into his eyes.

 “Oh, definitely. What did you have in mind, Mrs. Evans?”

 “You didn’t file the papers?”

 Chris scoffed, then rolled his eyes.

 “I don’t know who you think I am, but you’re gonna have to try harder than divorce papers to get rid of me, Dragonfly.”

 Again you smiled. “So whatever I want, you won’t be the voice of sympathy?”

 “Whatever you want, kitten,” Chris replied, kissing the tip of your nose, making your belly flutter in the process.

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I’m so happy that you’re okay, sweetheart,” your mother said as she pulled you into a group hug with your father.

 “I’ll be okay, mom.”

 Your father cupped your cheek, taking the time to inspect your face. You knew he wasn’t looking for physical harm. He was realizing how close he’d come to losing you, how he’d failed you. You could tell. When Chris had called them to update them, they instantly wanted to hear your voice. When they did, they broke, and that breaking turned to shattered when everything came out.

 You’d spent two hours on the phone with them, listening to them apologize and blame themselves for putting so much trust in Christiano. They felt horrible for never suspecting that he would stoop so low. They begged you not to hate them, begged you to forgive them. It was easy to promise them you weren't angry because you understood. You didn’t blame them or hold a grudge for them not doing more. They had no idea who Christiano really was—you didn’t either. The only one who ever saw him for who he was, was Chris.

 “I’m so sorry, Uriah. As your father, I should have done more to keep you away from him.”

 “Daddy, don’t. There is nothing you could have done. You did the best with what the information you had—you all did,” you assured, looking around at the faces of everyone you loved, both your family and Chris’s.

 Lisa approached and pulled you into another hug. You could feel her tears.

 “I’m okay, I promise.”

 “I am so happy that you are.” Her hand dropped to your bump, and she smiled. “That you all are.”

 Just like that, the waterworks started again, and everyone huddled around you, everyone but Chris, who was standing back most likely watching with a cheesy smile on his face. When they released you, your guess was correct. Chris smiled, then winked at you.

 “So how are we getting those sons of bitches?”

 All eyes snapped to Zora, who looked as if she was ready to rip out a heart and eat it.

 “Down girl—Chris has already laid the groundwork,” you said.

 “And it was easy, just play into that colossal ego of his,” Chris finished, kissing my temple.

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-Chris-

MSG Love Of My Life: Remember, don’t let him goad you. He’s going to try.

 He scoffed; it was an understatement.

 MSG: I’m good. He can’t get me to because I have what he doesn’t, and I know something he doesn’t.

MSG Love Of My Life: You do have me. Forever and a day, my love. <Kiss emoji, heart emoji>

MSG: You should have let me go with you. I don’t like you’re alone.

MSG Love Of My Life: I’m not alone. I have my parents, Kizzy, Zora, your sisters, your mom, our lawyers. I am far from alone.

MSG: You know what I mean.

MSG Love Of My Life: I don’t think I could relive it all with you next to me anyway. It’s better this way. I’ll see you soon. Remember what I said. <Kiss>

 He sighed and tried to push aside the guilt he felt. He wanted to be with you, holding your hand. You’d gone through too much alone, and all he wanted to do now was protect you.

 MSG Scott: Need me to come up?

MSG: Nah, I can handle this.

MSG Scott: Okay.

 He slipped his phone back into his pocket and stared out over the canyons and LA down below. It was a beautiful sight, one he liked a lot but not better than the changing leaves of Autumn in Massachusetts. He would never choose LA over them. It was, however, a good change of pace, but it staled quickly. Standing here, it was easy to forget the chaos of the last few months. Easy to forget that merely days ago, he’d thought his life was over, and it would never be the same.

 “I can’t believe you suggested this. What, you’re a glutton for punishment? That’s cool; I don’t mind helping you with that.”

 The sound of his voice was enough to make him want to turn around swinging, then drag him to the edge and kick him off Sparta style. He didn’t deserve to live, not after what he’d done to you. He clenched his jaw and tightened his fist, and slowly released a breath. Once he was sure he had some sort of control over his reflexes, he turned. Christiano looked as smug as ever. He’d never wanted to take a life, but right now, right here, he thought of at least ten ways in under one minute. They all involved pain.

 “So, what air is there to clear?”

 He clenched his jaw before he spoke.

 “She’s still my wife.”

 “Ah, ah, ah, according to those divorce papers she sent over, even that is limited time. Face it man; you’ve lost. I’ve won. I always win. I always get what I want, no matter what. It’s hilarious to me that you thought swooping into her life like that and marrying her on a whim would have changed things. Uriah has always been mine. She was always meant to be mine.”

 His hatred for the man in front of him was already at toxic levels. He had no idea how it was possible for it to increase. Staring at him and hearing the venom he just spewed did the trick.

 “So, this is just a game to you? This is her life—this is our life. All of this is for what?”

 “To win what’s rightfully mine. I’m Christiano White. I get what I want when I want it, and that includes women. No one takes what’s mine. No one, and she’s mine!”

 The smugness on his face was the most upsetting thing. He didn’t care hearing him profess fake ownership. He didn’t even care that Christiano thought he had so much privilege that he would get away with his insane plane. Even the thought that him being Christiano White meant jack shit. What really got to him was the fact he’d done this to prove some stupid, sick point. He’d played with his life, your life, and the life of his children for the sake of winning. He stepped to Christiano, ready to push his ass off the cliff, but before he touched him, the thought of you and those innocent babies flashed into his mind. There was no way he’d do this to you guys, he thought.

 Gathering some calm, he stepped back. Christiano chuckled.

 “Thay’s right. Recognize when you’ve lost, and oh, have you lost. Let me tell you how bad you’ve lost. She was in my bed, letting me touch her, kiss her, please her. She shouted my name, over and over. Not yours.”

 He scoffed. “You sure? My name’s Chris. Did she say, Christiano?”

 The smirk on Christiano’s face slipped, and rage replaced it. It was a small piece of satisfaction, but it was worth it, especially since he knew for a fact you’d called his name—Chris and not the latter. Though your brain didn’t remember him, your subconscious did, your heart did, your soul did. There was no room for anyone else. He nearly laughed in Christiano’s face because it had taken him this long to grasp that fully. There had only ever been you and him.

 “You only have yourself to blame. Who would dare cheat on Uriah? Who would think to replace a diamond with a pebble? You’re an idiot,” Christiano jabbed before he laughed out. “Don’t worry, once we’re married, things will be better for her.”

 “How do you plan on getting married if we’re still legally married?”

 For the second time, the smile Christiano wore slipped. He looked around as if he expected someone to come out.

 “For now,” Christiano scoffed, rolling his eyes.

 He couldn’t help but smile when he saw you walking up behind Christiano. Catching on, he spun around.

 “Babe, what’re—what’re you doing here? I thought we were meeting tonight.”

 Christiano approached you with his arms out, but you walked past him to his waiting arms instead. Once he wrapped his arm around your waist, you kissed his lips, then turned to Christiano, who looked confused, angry, and a few other emotions he most likely hadn’t put together yet.

 “For always,” you said.

 “What the fuck!”

 “Surprise,” he said, slipping his hand down to your hip. Christiano’s eyes dropped to his hand before he clenched his jaw. The annoyance from minutes ago was worth it.

 “What was the plan, Christiano? It’s bigamy to be married to two people at once. Our marriage would have been null in void. What was the goal!?”

 Christiano took a step to you, making him grip your hip tighter, ready to get in between you.

 “I’m better than him. I’m richer, I look better, and I’m better in bed. Admit it, Riah. I don’t lose to men like him. I wasn’t done with you,” Christiano confessed with bitterness in his voice.

 You pulled from him, taking a step to Christiano. “So you decided to turn me into a pawn! You decided to lie to me, manipulate me and—rape me?!”

 “Shut up, I didn’t--,” he began before you cut him off.

 “Yes, you did! I was not of sound mind. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t even know who I was. You knew. You fucking knew, and you used that and stole from me. Admit it!”

 Sensing things were about to go south, he stepped between the two of you, pulling back to a safe distance.

 “That’s right, fuck it! Yes, I did all of that. I’ll admit it. Yes, I manipulated you to get what I wanted. I couldn’t lose to this dick. I couldn’t let you go. I wouldn’t. I did what was necessary. I took what was mine, and I don’t regret it. I’d do it again.”

 That was all he could stomach before he turned and decked him with all the force he possessed. Christiano dropped to the dirt and writhed for a few moments before he slowly stood laughing like a lunatic with the blood dripping from his nose.

 “You’re insane. You tried to kill my children because I ended things and found better?”

 “There is no better than me!”

 He spread his arms out, not caring where the blood that spewed from him went. “Uriah, you know you love me. You loved the feel of a real man between your legs. Just tell him.”

 Glancing at you, he realized you were crying now.

 “I can’t believe you’d do this to me. I can’t believe you’d hurt me this way.”

 He wrapped his arms around you, hoping to comfort you in some way. Looking back at Christiano, he was in time to see him charging toward him. He quickly moved you out of the way and threw a punch that connected with Christiano’s jaw. Instead of going down, Christiano lunged at him, gripping him around his waist, trying to bring him down to the ground. He almost laughed. Sending his knee into his gut, he spun and put Christiano in a chokehold keeping him there.

 It was then a group of police officers came running toward them.

 “Look at that. You lost, not just once, but twice and now—a third.”

 He wanted to snap his neck, and thinking of everything he’d put them through, he almost did. Two officers ran up to him, both of them taking Christiano by his arms.

 “We’ve got it from here.”

 Reluctantly he let Christiano go and allowed the law to take the wheel. Going to you, he cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears.

 “I’m here.”

 You hugged him, and he just held you. There was no need for words.

  -That Night-

“I love you.”

 Those words were like music to his ears. There was a time he didn’t think he’d ever hear them again. Gently pulling your head back, he peered into your eyes while caressing your cheek. He loved seeing you like this with your hair free, hovered over him, with the moon as your backdrop.

 “I love you more,” he whispered.

 “Forever and a day?”

 He smiled, remembering your promises, and pressed his forehead to yours. “Forever and a day, dragonfly.”

 You kissed him softly, taking the time to tease his lips, nibbling his bottom one before burying your face in the crook of his neck as you rocked against him, sending him higher and higher until he felt as if his soul left his body.

 “Uriah!”

 It felt like he was no longer in his body but instead hovering overhead like a fly watching your bodies entangled together. There was no other sight he loved as much. You rolled off of him and found your place beside him, resting your head on his chest, right over his heart. You both sighed.

 “After this is done, let’s go back to Massachusetts full time,” you quietly said after a few minutes.

 “What?” he turned to look at you, needing to see if you meant it.

 “Do you mean that?”

 “Yeah. I never wanted to raise kids in LA, and you know I love Massachusetts. Let’s have these babies in the house you built for us,” you added.

 He couldn’t believe his ears. It wasn’t that you’d ever expressed not wanting to live in Massachusetts full time; it was that he knew how much of your career was still in LA. With him, he was spending less and less time here, but you, it seemed it was more and more.

 “How is that going to work with your career?”

 You rolled slightly onto your side, then trailed your hand across his chest down his stomach to rest nonchalantly atop his manhood. Groaning, he wrapped one of his arms under his head.

 “I’m taking a few years off.”

 The shock had his junk jumping in your hand, making a wide smile spread across your face. “Wow, talk about talent,” you teased.

 He rolled you onto your back and climbed on top of you, nestling himself between your spread thighs.

 “Don’t play with me, Mrs. Evans.”

 You smiled widely as you fondled him with one hand. Not being strong enough to have this conversation while you did that, he grabbed your hand and pressed it over your head, gripping you at your wrist.

 “No fair,” you pouted.

 “Say that again.”

 You smiled, clearly loving that fact he was hanging by a flimsy piece of thread.

 “I said I’m taking a few years off.”

 He couldn’t stop his grin. “Really?”

 “Yeah. What do you think? Would you want that?”

 “You’re kidding. Of course, yes! It would be just the two of us day in, day out. No movie sets, no studio time, no photoshoots.”

 “Eh-em, excuse you. You mean just the five of us,” you corrected.

 It didn’t take him long to get it. You, him, babies, and Dodger.

 “I love you, Mrs. Evans.”

 “I love you, Mr. Evans.”

 You kissed him once, then twice before your hands roamed down his back to grip his ass, making him moan and chuckle at the same time. He’d missed this and you.

 “Hang on, baby; I gotta--,” he began.

 “Ah, that after nut pee calls, huh. Fine. Go ahead. I'll just be here, pregnant and horny.”

 He snorted and rolled off of you before hurrying to the bathroom.

 “Oh, I’m coming back, cause—that sounds like a very pressing situation that needs my undivided attention.”

 You giggled as he dipped into the bathroom. He hurried to the toilet and tried his best to aim properly but an erection and peeing straight made for a tricky situation. Once he’d gotten the hang of it and the common sense to curve his body a little, he was good and groaned long and loud as he relieved himself. The silence in the bathroom gave him the time to fully react to the prospect of moving back to Massachusetts full time for the next few years. He couldn’t wait. Life was about to change for the better.

 Once finished, he flushed and washed his hands before stepping back into the room. He expected you to be lying on the bed, waiting for him, but the bed was empty. Thinking you might have found your way to the kitchen for a snack, he pulled his pajama pants off the floor and pulled them on before he walked out of the bedroom. He’d recently discovered that after sex, you craved something from the fridge. He walked down the hall leading to the staircase, but before he got there, a chill ran down his spine. It was this chill and almost like a psychic feeling that had him stop.

 When he turned, there you stood in your pale pink kimono robe with Christiano behind you. His hand was around your neck, clasping it.

“What the--.” He made a move toward them, but Christiano pulled out a gun and pointed it to your stomach.

 “I wouldn’t,” he began before he cocked the weapon. “Or I will pull this trigger, and there goes Evan Jr.”

 Terror as he’d never felt before gripped his heart. “You wouldn’t risk her life.”

 Christiano shoved the barrel of the gun more forcefully into your stomach, making you whimper loudly.

 “Wouldn’t I? what’s the point of keeping her safe now? For her to end up with you? I think the fuck not!” Again he shoved the gun into you.

 “Okay, hey, hey, stop. Don’t do this. Please.”

 “Please?” Christiano snorted and pulled you more firmly against him. “Are you begging me finally? You’ve always been underneath me. I couldn’t understand why she would choose you over me. I’m better in every category.”

 He nodded, with his hands raised.

 “You’re right. You’re the better man, the better choice,” he agreed, deciding to play along and say whatever he wanted if it meant Uriah had a chance of getting away from him. He quickly tried to formulate a plan while he used his words to buy himself as much time as possible.

 “I know! So why him, Uriah!?”

 You remained quiet, tears streaming down your cheeks.

 “Answer me! You better answer me with the truth, or I swear I’ll pull this trigger.”

 “Answer hi, Dragonfly. It’s okay. Forever and a day.”

 You scrunched your face and watched fresh heartbreak wash over you. “I—I fell in love with him, Tino. My soul recognized his as my home. It could only ever be him,” you replied. He signaled to you using his eyes and slight movements of his head, and he hoped you understood them.

 He watched Christiano squeeze your neck tighter and press the gun more persistently into you, and he said a silent prayer.

 “Fine,” Christiano began. He saw the moment when it all changed for him, and his threats no longer were empty words. “If I can’t have you. No one can.”

 “Now, Riah!”

 You threw your head back, colliding yours with his in a vicious headbutt that sent Christiano staggering backward a few steps and you stumbling before falling to the floor. In the chaos, Christiano dropped the gun allowing him to leap forward for the gun. In seconds Christiano was on him, fighting him for it. He tried to pull it from his clutches while turning it away from him or Uriah, but there was no fury like a man who’d lost everything.

 Christiano managed to wrangle the gun from his grasp and pointed it to Uriah. In the blink of an eye, he knew what had to be done—the only thing he could do. Locking eyes with you, he said the only thing that mattered.

 “I love you.”

 He then dove for Christiano tracking him into the banister railing with enough force that broke it, sending both of them over the edge and down two and a half stories to the hard marble floor beneath. He could hear your piercing scream right before they collided with the floor, but once they made impact, the gun went off, and again Uriah screamed.

 “Chris!”

~~~~~~~~~

-Uriah-

It all had happened in such a way that it was in slow motion but sped up. You couldn’t register anything until it was all said and done. You scurried to the banister and looked down. Neither of them moved, and your heart stopped. Gasping, you tried to remind your brain to send the signal for you to breathe. After a few seconds, you coughed while trying to hurry down the stairs. The tears in your eyes made it difficult to see what was in front of you, so you stumbled down the stairs. If it weren’t for your gripping the railing as you descended, you were sure you would have tumbled.

 Once down to them, you dropped to your knees beside them and pulled at Chris’s body. He wasn’t moving.

 “Oh god, Chris!”

 He didn’t respond, and his body felt like dead weight. Your tears flowed more freely as you managed to roll him off. Once you had, you were able to see that it was Christiano who was shot and not Chris. Relief filled you, and you shook him more forcefully.

 “Chris! Wake up, please. Please don’t leave me. Chris!”

 Suddenly he erupted into a fit of choughs before they died down.

 “Why are you always shouting at me, woman!?”

 You gasped again. “Oh my god! You scared the shit out of me.”

 “I’m okay. I think,” he informed while trying to sit up. He then began examining you.

 “Are you okay?”

 “Yes.”

 He then gripped his head as he groaned out, but it wasn’t long before he was moving toward you to pull you into his arms, not caring that he was covered in blood.

 “Is he—is he dead?”

 Chris leaned back to check Christiano’s pulse, then lowered his head. “Very dead.”

 You clasped your hands over your mouth. “Oh my god. He—he tried--.”

 Chris pulled you into him and hugged you tightly. “Come here. It’s okay.”

 Somehow he managed to slide both of you from the body on the floor toward the wall. He held you tightly, then spoke.

 “I don’t think I’ll call you crazy again after this.”

 It was probably inappropriate, but you snorted then laughed, a laugh he joined in on. As suddenly as the laughter began, it ended.  

 “They’re crazy.”

 “Bat shit,” Chris replied.

 Any humor to be found in the situation was gone, and it turned into you crying in his shoulder, going through all the emotions from the entire night. There had been so much pain, so much destruction. You’d come close to losing everything more than once, and the culprit was lying dead on the floor before you. It was overwhelming, but somehow, you felt steeled to the fact that you’d just watched someone die.

 You glanced over to Chris at the same moment he looked at you. He wiped the tears from your cheeks then spoke.

 “I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” He then lowered his lips to your forehead and held you close.

 Ten minutes later, the sirens of the police, ambulance, and fire trucks could be heard as they surrounded your property. The officers instantly took yours and Chris’s statements and any evidence lying around to prove what the two of you were professing, including the security footage. The EMS workers quickly covered Christiano’s body with a sheet as they rolled him into a body bag then pushed the gurney out of the house. You barely registered anything. Chris did most of the talking, not leaving one thing out. When they asked you about the events of the night, you stuttered and quickly became frazzled as everything finally caught up to you. That was when the detective Chris hired suggested meeting at the police station to continue, which would allow him to reveal his findings in his investigation.

After a quick change, you were sitting in the passenger side of Chris’s car as he drove you to the precinct. Your mind raced a mile a minute, but your lips remained zipped. The feel of Chris’s hand on your thigh was your tangible evidence that this was reality and not some soap opera plot. When you arrived at the precinct, the detective in charge of the case questioned you from the very beginning to the night's events. You did your best to remain calm and emotionless and were surprised that you didn’t feel the shame you’d felt about the entire situation prior to this night.

When the detective revealed new information divulged to him, from the detective Chris hired, about Christiano and what he’d truly been up to and how deep his plans really went, you could hardly stomach it. He’d secured another property in Russia and planned to bring you there. The way the information was revealed, it seemed like he planned on keeping you captive there. Hearing that, you almost passed out. Chris, on the other hand, looked like he was ready to kill Christiano again.

 The questioning took a full hour, and at the end of it, you were exhausted and ready to put this entire thing behind you after dealing with Ana. With Chris’s arm around your waist, you walked out of the detective’s office onto the precinct's open floor. A loud scream brought your attention to several officers pulling Ana through with her hands cuffed behind her back.

 “I demand you let me go. Do you know who I am!? I swear to god, I will have your badge, and you’ll never be a fucking cop again!”

 “Wow, the mouth on her,” one of the officers teased.

 “To think we found her hot in that Bond movie,” another piped up.

 “Fuck you!”

 You and Chris approached, curious as to what was going on. You hadn’t expected to see her until tomorrow when you and Chris executed the second part of your plan of confronting her while recording it to release it to the world, showing everyone who and what she really was. It would have been a one-two hit that she wouldn’t recover from. Her career would have been over.

 “It’s been a big night,” the detective who’d just interviewed you said, standing beside you.

 “I don’t understand. What’s going on? Why’s she here?”

 “Your detective gave us plenty of information. By the way, impressive man, you should think about keeping him on your payroll. Anyway, we followed his leads, and it led right to her and her assistant, specifically her assistant’s car. This one took her assistant’s car and was the one behind the wheel when she ran into you. The traffic cams show it was an intentional hit.”

 You saw red.

 “What!”

 “She tried to kill you,” Abel, the private detective, added, coming up beside Chris.

 “What’s more, there were messages between her and Christiano White.”

 Both yours and Chris’s heads spun to him to the police detective this time to find him nodding with a look on his face that said even he hadn’t encountered anything this bizarre before.

 “They concocted this whole scheme together, beginning with the pictures of her in that eat shit sweater. This was set up with them. there is even evidence Christiano was poisoning you, Mrs. Evans.”

 “Jesus,” Chris hissed.

 You remained utterly silent and still letting Abel’s words fully process. It was a lot of information, but it was also vindication that you were in no shape or form crazy.

 “Wh—what does all this mean?”

 “It means she’s going to face a judge on a slew of charges that are quite serious. I can assure you both; there is no easy way of her getting out of any of this. No amount of money or connections will fix it. Her career is over,” the detective finished.

 You both were speechless, and looking at Chris, he was too. You and Chris were led to somewhere you could sit for a few minutes to receive the paperwork for the night’s incident and the new information. While sitting, you used the time to catch your breath and wrap your head around everything. Neither of you could believe all you’d gone through. The more you thought about it, the more your confusion increased. One burning questioned remained. Why?

 About ten minutes later, you and Chris were led toward the exit, but you caught sight of Ana to your right. You would have walked on, but the way she glared at you had you changing your mind in seconds. You let go of Chris’s hand and walked over to her.

 “I have to know. Why? What was the point!?”

 Ana bolted to her feet as if she planned to do something, but the officer behind her grabbed her arm, holding her to ensure she didn’t try anything. You weren’t worried.

“You don’t deserve anything you have. The fame, the popularity, and opportunities you don’t deserve any of it, especially Chris. He was supposed to be mine. That baby was supposed to be mine!”

 You could hear the poison in her voice and see the sheer hatred for you shining brightly in her eyes. She truly meant this though she didn’t know one thing about you.

 “You’re crazy as fuck. I hope it was worth it.” You reached back for Chris’s hand, knowing he was behind you. Lacing your fingers with his, you showed her all that her efforts had produced, then turned and began walking away.

 “You low-grade black bitch!

In your head, you heard blaring sirens. The sound became so loud in a matter of seconds it had somewhat of a mind-altering effect. Chris released your hand as if he knew what was going to happen. You turned back to her and saw red.

 “Oh I’ll show you how low grade this black bitch is!”

 You ran to her, then tackled her to the floor. Once on top of her, you swung punch after punch, each slamming into her face. You didn’t care where they landed, didn’t care how hard you were hitting her either. There was a lesson she needed to learn, and the only way to learn it was getting her ass beat the right way—the black way. You felt hands trying to pull you off of her, but you were not having it. You held on to her hair, so when they tried to move you, they really helped you bald the bitch.

 “See, I never learned to share when I was young! I’m—an—only—child!” With each enunciated word, you emphasized it with a punch. Ana’s screams were loud, but they weren’t louder than those alarms still sounding off in your head. Though she tried to fight back, it was futile, though.

 “Learn this bitch! Don’t,” you dropped a punch to her nose. “Touch,” you slapped her with your open hand. “What,” you slapped her again, this time with the back of your hand. “is mine!”

 From then, no one else tried to pull you off of her. You suspected it was Chris warning them. You managed to get off a few more punches when you were finally pulled off.

 “Let me go!”

 “Okay, calm down, Adonis Creed, that’s enough,” Chris shouted, trying to break through to you. You still struggled trying to get back to her, but Chris refused to let you go until you calmed down. You looked at Ana on the floor. She was barely moving, and her face was a bloody mess with several patches of her dark hair sprinkled around her. Satisfaction filled you. Raising your hand, you assured Chris you were good. Slowly he let you go, and you stooped down to her.

 “Look at me.”

 You waited for her writhing to stop and for her bloody, swollen eyes to land on you.

 “Remember my name for the rest of your pathetic life. Remember that I’m that bitch!”

 You grabbed her hair and held her head. “Try this shit again; you gonna lose your life.”

 With that, you punched her one more time, knocking her clear out. Everyone around the precinct shouted out a collective “ooh.” You stood and walked away as they all cleared your path, most likely thinking you were crazy. Chris came beside you, took your hand, and walked back to the car with you. Once inside, you both sat there, silently processing everything. Five minutes passed in silence until you spoke.

 “She did all this over dick, Chris. Dick,” you said in disbelief as you shook your head.

 “I mean—my dick is A1.”

 Your head spun to him. “Christopher!”

 He laughed out loud while holding his hands up in defeat.

 “Hey, don’t beat my ass too, I don’t want none,” Chris joked, making you laugh a little.

 “Wow, remind me not to piss you off again. I don’t want any of what she got.”

 You fake lunged at him with your still bloodied fists. “Don’t start none, won’t be none.”

 Both of you erupted with laughter before you embraced, relishing in the feeling of togetherness and your love. It was finally over; you thought as Chris pressed a soft kiss to your neck.

 “Let’s get the fuck out of this town,” Chris suggested. You snorted and nodded.

 “Let’s go home.”

 Knowing where you meant, Chris smiled and kissed you once, then twice.

 “Let’s,” he whispered.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 11 first part

(Masterpost) (Other Canary Goodness)

Warning: Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Okay! This episode is a real slice of healthy family dynamics, not triggering in any way. [Uh if this is your first Restless Rewatch: that is sarcasm, dear readers]

Goodbye to You, Goodbye to Everything We Knew

Nie Huaisang asks why Meng Yao has to leave and Meng Yao says "I killed a guy without permission, so your brother fired me." 

Ha ha ha ha no he doesn't. But he does give Nie Huaisang a sweet, sad smile; he seems touched by NHS's distress. 

Meng Yao carefully removes Nie Huaisang's hands from his shoulders and bows to him, wordlessly signaling the change in their relationship from intimate friends to formal strangers, while Nie Huaisang looks crushed. 

They will return to intimate friendship in the future, but falsely. Meng Yao believes that truly loving a person can include destroying their family and using them as an instrument in your murder plots as long as you don't directly harm them.  Nie Huaisang eventually learns to use people just as brutally, but he doesn't lie to himself about what he's doing. This farewell may be the last harmless moment between these friends. 

Jiang Cheng is distressed by what's going on, while Wei Wuxian crosses his arms and watches, fully in Sherlock Holmes mode, instead of his more usual concerned-for-my-friend mode. This may signal mistrust of Meng Yao, who refused his initial attempt at friendship, and not in a sexy, slice-your-face-off way.  Or it may mean that he's reserving judgement on a complicated family situation. He maintains his uncharacteristic reserve through the entire encounter. 

(more behind the cut!)

Nie Huaisang runs in and asks his brother WTF happened. Nie Mingjue says "he killed my subordinate without permission, when he knows perfectly well power must flow from the ruler; it's like he didn't even read that Foucault book I gave him."

Ha ha ha actually he just yells at his brother, as if NHS doesn’t have his own relationship with Meng Yao after being wonder twink powers with him for probably a couple of years now. NHS has to sit and process his loss and confusion in silence.

As a younger sibling who would make friends with my older siblings' girlfriends and then lose those friends if they broke up, for reasons having nothing to do with why I liked their girlfriends, I super feel Nie Huaisang's pain here.

OTOH, older siblings are entitled to have break ups and not explain themselves to anyone besides their lover because that's the nature of intimacy. The moral is, uhh...don't have a family curse that makes you unreasonably angry. 

Jiang Cheng steps up to advocate for Meng Yao, because Meng Yao is injured, and because Jiang Cheng is actually a born leader who knows better than to throw away a useful subordinate. For example, even when Wei Wuxian is at his drunkest and most defiant, Jiang Cheng tries to reform him, not kick him out, only drawing the line at having unpopular zombie friends.

Wei Wuxian continues to keep his mouth shut, waiting for Nie Mingjue to calm down, and speaking only about the tactical situation. He clearly knows there's more to this story but he's pretty good at keeping his head down in a family ruckus, and we're about to learn why.

Yunmeng Town

The Yunmeng bros go home to Lotus Pier, where they are greeted in town with bows, smiles, and free stuff.

We've mostly been seeing them in their roles within the cultivation community, where Jiang Cheng is grumpy and anxious, and Wei Wuxian is sassy and iconoclastic. Here among common people, they are both charming, friendly, and polite, like the imaginary good kind of gentry.

They hear the news from a local lotus seller that the small clans are coming to the Jiang Clan for shelter, but that otherwise everything's ok, which doesn't sound like everything is ok at all. He gives Wei Wuxian a giant bag of lotuses for his sister to make soup from.

Home to Lotus Pier

All the disciples practicing in the courtyard at Lotus Pier are excited to see them, and one girl goes running to tell Jiang Yanli. Thanks to the admittedly beautiful design of Lotus Pier, she is running for a long time.

A long, long time. Getting around on all these insane walkways must be a real drag if you're not the flying sort of cultivator.

Discipline and Punish

Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian immediately go and kneel while they wait for their official punishment. Jiang Cheng is kinda worried about the punishment and Wei Wuxian is like, I'm good at being punished, just let me do it. 

Much later, and for a really long fucking time

He also tries to get Jiang Cheng to stop being mad, even giving him skritches while he says they should be brothers after they die.

Which they will, as it happens, although Jiang Cheng after the Wen torture is only mostly golden-core dead, while WWX dies for real.

When Jiang Fengmian shows up Jiang Cheng starts to explain that they were with Lan Wangji, but Wei Wuxian hushes him; he is still keeping the secret of the Yin Iron. Although he's keeping it in exactly the manner that a teenager keeps their weed stash secret: immediately tell literally every teen friend about it, but keep it extra secret from everybody's parents. 

Happy Families Are All Alike

Now we get to meet Yu Ziyuan, who is generally styled Madame Yu but who I'm going to call by her name just as if she was a male character. More on that concept in a minute. She rolls up looking, smelling, feeling like a million yuan, with her two murder bitches in tow.

Her marriage is an unhappy one, and her husband does his best to avoid her and avoid conflict, lying to the kids that she's tired and then sending her away later with the same line about being tired, which is a particularly gendered kind of gaslighting. She is obviously not tired, other than being tired of Jiang Fengmian's shit.

I'm not going to say she's the worst mother ever, because parenthood in a feudal society entails a wide range of skills, many of which she has in abundance. She starts off with a relatively tender greeting to Jiang Cheng, tuning up his always-amazing sartorial style, which is exactly like her own. They are all ready for the mommy & me fashion show.

That said, she dishes out hellacious verbal abuse to everyone in her family. She targets each one in turn, making Wei Wuxian the focus of most of her ire, but without ever directly speaking to him. He is not, in her view, part of her family. 

The Stages of Family Dinner

1. Try to fix it and defuse the situation

2. Yeah no

3. Just keep your head down and be glad it’s not your turn in the hot seat

This family meal hammers home how much Wei Wuxian is not, actually, part of the family. Jiang Fengmian adopted him into the clan, and told A-Cheng and A-Yi to treat him as a sibling, but he didn't give him the Jiang name, and he didn't get his wife's approval. He also doesn’t expect him to dress like any other clan member, apparently. 

Compare this to how Lan Wangji, actual good parent, fully integrates his own adopted son into his clan and family, starting with giving him the Lan surname.  

The hits just keep coming as she goes after Jiang Cheng for being less gifted than Wei Wuxian, Yanli for performing labor for Wei Wuxian, and Jiang Fengmian for possibly begetting Wei Wuxian.

On first watching this scene I took her question "Is this how you raise someone else's son?" to mean that she thought Jiang Fengmian was being too nice to a kid who was actually an outsider, taking resources away from the real kids. But on rewatching, it's pretty clear that she's saying his favoring Wei Wuxian is evidence that Wei Wuxian is NOT someone else's son; that he's Jiang Fengmian's bastard. 

Jiang Fengmian doesn't say a thing to this, or to her mentioning WWX’s mother. This shit is why WWX is running around in the world desperate for any crumb of info he can get about his Mom; he hears about her all the goddamn time at home, but only as insults to her character.  

A Bitch is Not Wrong

Here's the thing, though; a lot of what Yu Ziyuan says is correct. 

Jiang Fengmian should be a lot more concerned about the danger to the children, and should not leave it up to the kids to decide who's going to bear that danger.

Yanli does a lot of food=love, which is ok in the right doses, but causes her to pretty extremely lose face during the whole "soup for Jin Zixuan" debacle. And her doting on Wei Wuxian is...kinda excessive. I mean, yeah, she’s more like a mom than a sister to him, but still. Running out onto an active battlefield to look for him, frex, will be a skosh too much. 

I have a dictionary too, mom

Jiang Cheng, as the future clan leader, shouldn't let his attachments affect his decision making, and should let Wei Wuxian, who's the superior cultivator, fend for himself more often. We love Jiang Cheng for those moments where he puts himself in harm's way to protect his loved ones, but it's not a good strategy. He constantly yells at Wei Wuxian for the exact same thing he does all the time himself; he just limits who he does it for.

After she roasts the shit out of everyone for these failings, she leaves, and everyone sits around being miserable and not talking about what just happened. 

Not to be gender studies-y on main but: the awful things she says to her children are really not very different from the things that Jiang Cheng says to Jin Ling, although her targeting is more adept. JC also says a lot of mean things to WWX when he’s angry. When a man says cruel or insulting things, it's often presented as real love hidden under a rough exterior. When a woman does it, she's a monster.

If you enjoy this sort of interaction you should definitely have a look at Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf and the plays of Eugene O'Neill.

Road Runner

Oh thank god, moving on

Lan Wangji is headed back to Cloud Recesses, and gets ambushed by the roadside with the most ridiculous trap this side of Wile E. Coyote.

Wen Chao thinks the "rug over a hole" trap is a good idea for someone who can literally fly.

Lan Wangji doesn't faff about with sword riding, he just fucking goes up in the air and stays there until he is good goddamn ready to come down. A hole in the sidewalk is really not going to be a problem for him. 

Wen Zhuliu does get in one kick before Lan Wanji yeets backwards away from him, in a moment that's scarier on rewatching, now that I know what Wen Zhuliu is capable of.

Wen Chao talks some smack to Lan Wangji, hilariously complaining about "your patronizing tone" to a man who has literally never spoken a word to him, IIRC, and certainly isn't speaking now. Maybe it's a mistranslation and should be "attitude," or maybe Wen Chao is just that dumb.

Apparently Wei Wuxian made a stack of talismans for Lan Wangji to take on the road with him. This talisman is a twin to the one Lan Wangji brings out way, way later in Yunping, when Wei Wuxian says "you even have kept it until now." Missing scene alert! What else did he make for him?

In Yunping this talisman is used to distract some random harmless street bullies. Here it is used against a seven-man murder squad.

This works.

Assault on Cloud Recesses

Forgettable disciple #1, Su She, comes rushing in to tell Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen that Cloud Recesses is under attack.

I'm pretty sure these dudes already know it, because they are meditating extra hard with a buttload of incense, and Lan Qiren is about to cough up some blood. So I think they're trying to hold the ward, rather than just, like, chilling while their disciples get stabbed.

Cloud Recesses is super on fire, you guys; it's going to totally burn to the ground; look at that conflagration, oh the humanity, etc.

Lan Qiren Rises to the Occasion

Ok, I like to rag on Failmaster Qiren and he is definitely an authoritarian dick a whole lot of the time, but in this scene he is fucking amazing.

He starts off worrying about Lan Wangji, not just out of affection but out of strategic planning, probably in equal parts. All three of these Lans take their clan responsibilities extremely seriously.

Then he calmly assesses the situation while imperturbable Lan Xichen freaks the fuck out. 

Lan Xichen is right to be alarmed, because he knows his uncle, he knows one of them is likely to die, and he knows that Lan Qiren will choose to take the hit.

I love, love, love Lan Qiren's physicality here; how centered and assured he is, as he holds his nephew steady and explains what is required of both of them.

Lan Xichen knows Lan Qiren is right. He is utterly fucking devastated, and all he can do to show his love...

...is to obey. 

This whole scene just. kills me.

Su She and forgettable disciple #2 are in the room for this whole conversation, and they join Lan Xichen in this deep bow. Note: I will be reminding everyone of this fact in Part 2.

Whew. This episode is a LOT. Part 2 Coming Soon!

Writing Prompt: What other goodies did Wei Wuxian put in Lan Wangji's care package before Lan Wangji hit the road without saying goodbye?

Soundtrack: 1. Michelle Branch, Goodbye to You 2. Ludacris, Stand Up

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Just Business:

Trigger Warnings: Angst, Some Fluff, Slight smut?, Swearing, Drinking, Neglect, Fighting, Blood/Gore, etc.

Word Count: 3,195

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader 

Requested by: Anon

Request: “Could you make one with Tommy where he married the reader for business purposes and she wants to make things work but he’s cold towards her so she spends most of her time with Charlie, and when the whole family have to go back to Small Heath they become close but he gets jealous. Angst/Fluff and Smut if you think it fits.”

Summary: A marriage done for business seemed fitting at first, but as tensions rise among the family, Tommy eventually finds it in him to love again, but it falls on deaf ears as Y/N struggles to cope with his antics. 

The clock struck midnight as you lied awake, the door ajar where Tommy had left to go to his study. He’d often leave you in the middle of the night when his thoughts became too much and when his emotions would threaten to take over. He had only cried around you once before, and it was when his wife Grace, had passed. Other days his mood would swing like a fragile ball on a pendulum, and you being one of his assistants at the company, you got to see almost every face of Thomas Shelby first hand, except one of genuine love. His love seemed to only be reserved for ghosts.

The next morning you would awake and hear Charlie crying, and scuffling down the hall looking for his father. He was a toddler, hell-bent on trying to run through the house any chance he got, so mornings were often spent chasing him around the vast expanse of rooms. Unfortunately, Tommy was already gone for the day, leaving you and the nanny to care for him until it was time for you to come in during the afternoon.

At some points while at home, you swore you could feel the portrait above the stairwell giving you daggers as you carried Charlie up to his room, Grace’s glistening, painted eyes boring a hole into your soul. Tommy hadn’t been the only one affected by her sudden death though, as the whole family was facing his wrath lately.

Your marriage had been a quick business arrangement ordered by Polly. She grew tired of Tommy’s antics, thinking him finding someone else would help him move on despite Grace’s death being only 6 months prior. And so here you were: a diamond ring and signed paper here, a nice dress and a family portrait of fake smiles there, and nothing but tense conversations and awkward attempts at affection getting you by until now.

Tommy was never one for love, at least not with you. You knew that deep down the only time that he seemed to love you was when he fucked you on the nights that the business became too much for him. When he’d come home needing some sort of release that wasn’t opium or whiskey, something to keep the memories of Grace and the shovels at bay, if only for a little while.

As the clock down the hall drew nearer to noon, you finally got Charlie down for a nap and got ready for work, a tear threatening to flow down your cheek as you put on your makeup, thinking about how much you had loved him secretly, even before Grace died. You’d always steal glances at him and would stay after to help him with paperwork, and it didn’t take long for Polly to know. She hated Grace, seeing as she betrayed them years before, almost destroying the family. But she’d always see the way you interacted with him and the rest of the boys and Ada, and how you immediately helped with Charlie when things got too much for Tommy. She loved you and the rest of the family did too, seeing as you were one of his most loyal assistants, and so it only made sense at the time that maybe you would be the perfect fit for Tommy. You never wanted his wife dead, and you could’ve gone your whole life just admiring from afar like all the other women would do on the streets, but you didn’t think you’d end up how you were now. Taking the place of his dead wife, being a step-mom to Charlie, and trapped in a loveless marriage to the man you felt so strongly towards.

As you blotted your tears away, you quickly finished up your makeup. Attempting to look somewhat alive despite your loneliness inside. If it wasn’t for this union being for “the sake of the business” as Tommy harshly put it when you’d overheard him talking to Polly, you’d be out finding someone who actually loved you, but in your twisted turn of events this was what had to be done.

The nanny came by the room, giving you a sympathetic glance as you tightened the belt around your waist that was accentuating your dress, you mentally kicking yourself for wearing such a revealing dress without thinking about the cold weather outside.

“I’ll have Charlie for the rest of the day as usual Mrs. Shelby, and I’ll let the maid know to straighten up and the cooks to start prepping for dinner later.” She said softly.

“Alright, thank you...truly. I...I mean we don’t know what we’d do without you all. I know Tommy doesn’t say much...but thank you for all your work.” You say, giving her a small hug. She was your only friend in the house it seemed. She’d help you when you’d drink yourself into a crying fit when Tommy was off on business, and she’d listen to you when you needed reassurance on if it was the right choice by marrying him.

“If he didn’t love you, you’d be sleeping elsewhere my dear. He’ll wise up, just give him time.” She would say, helping you back to the bedroom on those cold, dreary nights.

As you left the insanely large house you drove out onto the gravel roads, nearing Small Heath gradually. Your heart raced as you parked the car along the black dirt roads, the smell of burning wood filling your nose as the sounds of pounded metal filled your ears from the warehouses in the distance.

Other women and children would move out of your way as you swiftly walked down the narrow sidewalks and through the doors of the shop. The sound of papers flipping and typewriters clicking as you made your way silently over to your desk that was next to Tommy’s office.

“Good afternoon Y/N how was the drive?” Polly asked sitting near you. You sighed and looked at the stack of papers on the desk as you answered.

“It was fine. Quiet as usual up until arriving here of course.” You said with a small smile. You hoped she wouldn’t see the silent pain behind your eyes but you knew she did because she lingered there for a bit longer.

“Trouble at home?” She asked, her eyes flicking to Thomas as he sat in his office smoking a cigarette and looking at his own stack of papers.

“Always.” You said shortly, getting out your own cigarette and lighting it.

“Am I doing something wrong Pol? I’ve tried my best to be there for him. To be there for Charlie. To try to love him even though he couldn’t give a damn about me...” You said looking out at the lobby of the shop, wanting to be anywhere but here.

“You’re doing the best you can my dear. I’ll have a talk with him.” She said, an annoyance in her voice as she said the last part.

“Thank you.” You said as she walked off, knocking hard on Tommy’s door. You could see in through one of the windows, but you willed yourself not to look at him as your anger bubbled up inside you.

The stack of papers in front of you seemed like a mountain at the time, business proposals, unsigned license agreements, betting numbers, bank statements, anything and everything under the sun needing to be signed by the end of the day, and so while you heard Tommy shouting at Polly, you poured yourself into your work.

After awhile you saw Polly leave in a hurry and so you got up, following her out the door with your coat draped over you.

“Where are you going Polly?” You asked, the chilled air almost taking your breath away.

“To the Garrison. I need a drink. Do you care to join?” She asked.

“I thought you’d never ask.” You said sighing in relief as you both hurried into the bar. The familiar scent of smoke and whiskey filling your nose as a few people sat inside drinking their woes away.

“What will it be?” The bartender said.

“I’ll have a gin and tonic, what about you Y/N?” Polly said.

“Whiskey.” You said eyeing the bottle you’d grown to love only because of your bastard of a husband.

“He’s already rubbed off on you. Whiskey was never your drink till now.” Polly said sipping her gin.

“Well, now it is. Needed something strong enough to deal with his bullshit.” You said, knocking back a shot.

“What did he say when you talked to him?” You asked, bracing yourself for the worst.

“He told me that he’s wanting to move you and Charlie back here to Small Heath due to the recent gang problems.” She said.

“Is he mad? He can’t up and move right now! Why would he do that? He doesn’t care about us! I practically see his son more than he does.” You said, grabbing the bottle from behind the counter.

“Hey that’ll cost ya!” The bartender said. You and Polly shot him a look and he glanced at the huge rock on your finger.

“Oh...I apologize Mrs. Gray...and...Mrs. Shelby. It’s on the house.” He said before turning to serve the other patrons.

“Why would he fucking move us down here...if he doesn’t love me why would he want to protect me? I was just a fucking business deal after all...right?” You said, a tear slipping down your face as you knocked another shot back.

Polly glanced at her drink as she let you continue.

“He told me he wants to keep you safe because he loves you, I know my nephew well enough to see that he does love you, he’s just god-awful at showing it recently.” Polly said.

“Well when he wants to actually care about me more than his dead fucking wife then let me know.” You said before taking the shot glass and whiskey bottle and walking to one of the booths in the back of the bar.

Polly sighed and finished her drink, watching as a blonde haired man came over to your table and sat next to you, draping an arm around your shoulder.

The shots slowly made their way into your system as you poured yourself another one, barely acknowledging his presence at first.

“Why are you alone and wearing a dress like that with a ring around ya finger aye? Old husband getting ya down?” He asked, whiskey tainting his breath as he spoke in your ear.

“How about we go somewhere more quiet. I can love you like he couldn’t.” He said. You knocked back a couple more shots and smirked as you awkwardly ignored his advances and made flirty conversation to pass the time. Polly stiffly turned back to her drink, striking up a conversation with the bartender as you soon let your hand wander down the mans chest as he got closer.

You felt wrong for making moves on him as he wasn’t your husband, but at this point you had no love to really lose, or so you thought.

Just as you and the blonde haired man started making out, you heard the doors to the Garrison fly open, revealing your emotionless shell of a husband. His stoic face looking towards the bar to see Polly nursing another gin and tonic and chatting up the bartender.

“Thought you were working, Polly.” He said annoyed.

“I am. I’m trying to work on your love life because you won’t. I love you but you don’t know a good thing until it’s gone.” She said, her words stinging him a bit as he thought of Grace.

In the distance he heard a familiar giggle and his head shot up, his eyes glaring at the woman he desperately came to love, wearing a revealing evening dress, kissing and giggling with some blonde haired worker from god knows where.

“Is that what you call working on my love life Polly?” He said pointing to you in the distance, your face burning as the now half-drunk bottle of whiskey coursed through you, helping you not to have a care in the world as you giggled at the mans joke as he reached for your waist.

“If that’s what gets you to see reason, then yes.” Polly said sipping her drink as she watched you two making out.

“As much as I want to I can’t. I’m sorry...I’m married...” You said breathlessly, stopping his hands from traveling further.

“He doesn’t have to know.” He said.

You looked up through your slightly blurred vision to see the familiar peaked cap of your husband getting closer to your table.

“He already does.” You said, a nervous edge to your voice as you watched everything unfold before you.

Tommy yanked the man off you by the back of shirt and spun him around to where he was facing him.

“What are you doing here messing around with my fucking wife aye!?” He said pushing him roughly into the wall before landing a fist to his jaw.

The man smirked, spitting out blood right onto Tommy’s shirt before speaking.

“I was just about to do what you couldn’t.” He said.

You cringed and took another shot as you heard the sound of the mans jaw break as Tommy’s fist landed on his face once again, rendering him unconscious.

As you watched in silence, he grabbed his cap and cut a gash in his face that was deep enough to need stitches.

“Tommy stop!” You yelled, struggling to get up and stumbling towards him, nearly knocking him over. His breathing was ragged as you clutched onto him, his arms gripping your waist and steadying you.

“I-I can explain...” You said wiping a stray tear from your eye as you felt your mascara streaking down your face.

“Explain fucking what Y/N!? That you wanted to fuck him? Am I not enough for you? You had to go find some random man just because I’m busy?!” He said shouting loudly.

You shakily stepped forward looking him in his eyes which were burning like blue flames from jealousy.

“If I did why would you care? Just say it Thomas...you don’t fucking love me! You love Grace, and no woman will ever amount to her even though she’s six feet under. You’ve never loved me...and you just expect me to act like everything’s fucking fine, but it’s not!.....Hell! I even see your fucking son more than you do, now how is that love Thomas? If you don’t love me just say it. Because I’ve loved you as best I could...and I’ve loved you long before that. If you did love me, and I mean actually loved me...then this wouldn’t have been a “business deal” it would’ve been a proper fucking marriage!” You yelled, throwing your shot glass on the ground, watching as the glass shattered into a million sparkling pieces on the wooden floor.

He stood there silently as you stumbled off towards the restroom, shooing Polly away as you closed the door behind you and locked it. You practically collapsed on the floor sobbing as the cold tile soothed your burning skin, the room spinning the longer you laid there.

“What are you going to do Tommy?” Polly asked as she eyed him from her seat at the bar.

“I’m going to try to get my wife back. It’s not a fucking business deal anymore Pol. Never was. You think I didn’t notice the whispers from you and the lads when she’d leave the room? About how she liked me and how we’d be good together? You think I didn’t notice her eyes watching me as I worked despite being married to Grace? Of course I loved Grace but she’s not been the easiest fucking thing to get over. I know I’ve been a terrible husband, I can see it in Y/N’s eyes every day...I can see her withering away from me as well as Charlie and it kills me inside...I’m just not the best at loving people and you know that...ever since Grace died it’s like a part of me has too, but I’m going to get that back. I have to.” He said, his eyes glistening a bit as he headed for the restrooms.

He knocked lightly and waited before calling your name, panic coursing through him as you didn’t answer.

Without a second thought he shoved his shoulder into the door, busting the lock and stumbling in to find you on the floor barely conscious.

You mumbled something unintelligible as he crouched down and picked you up, bringing you out to his car as Polly followed quickly behind.

“My god where are you taking her?” She yelled over the start of the engine.

“Home. Tell the lads I’m taking the day off.” He said before speeding off towards the house.

Once there, he carried you to the lavish bathroom that connected to your all’s bedroom and sat you down in a chair. He quickly got a cold rag and wiped it on your forehead and around the rest of your face trying to keep you conscious. You perked up slightly at the cold sensation but were quickly overcome by the all too familiar feeling of nausea, your body cursing you as you stumbled towards the toilet almost blindly. Tommy held your hair back as best he could, waiting for what felt like ages for you to stop getting sick. With a weak hand you flushed and stumbled up, shakily brushing your teeth and staring at your tragic reflection in the mirror as Tommy kept an eye on you from the door frame. He held a pair of your sleepwear and one of his t-shirts in his beat up hands.

You looked at him as you grudgingly took the clothes from him, changing into them carefully as your balance was still shit.

After wrestling them on, you went straight for the bed, barely acknowledging Tommy’s presence as he watched you carefully.

“I’m going to bed Thomas. You can leave for all I care.” You said wrapping yourself in the plush covers and closing your eyes.

“I’m not leaving Y/N.” He said as you heard his footsteps softly move towards the bed. The mattress shifting a bit as he climbed in next to you, letting you snuggle up against him.

“You should be at work.” You mumbled.

He stroked your arm lightly as he laid there, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips.

“I’m not going anywhere. Not while my wife’s a mess.” He said.

“Why should you care?” You asked, sleep threatening to take over.

“Because I love you, Y/N. I’ve just been terrible at showing it. To both you and Charlie. I love you and I’m not going to lose you. I can’t lose you.” He said quickly, knowing you’d fall asleep at any moment.

“Tell me you love me when I wake up then, because I won’t remember this.” You said, listening to his heartbeat as you let the darkness overtake you.

“I will, I promise.” He said, gently kissing the top of your head as he laid there with you, hoping sleep would take him too.

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Incidentally In Love (7/?)

Charlie Weasley/Reader

Rating: T & Up ( Triggers: Pregnancy )

Word Count: 1845

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Summary: Sleeping with Charlie Weasley was easy. He was charming, and handsome, and was quite talented in bed... Finding out you're pregnant with your casual fuck buddies baby was not easy.

Reader's journey through co-parenting, an overbearing Molly Weasley who wants reader to marry her son to give the baby a "real family", and maybe falling a tiny bit in love with her baby daddy.

Enjoy!

I only fight Molly a little bit in helping with dinner.

"Nonsense. Go enjoy yourself with the rest of the family in the living room."

"No, really! I can do something--"

"No, no. You're a guest (y/n). Besides, if you're on your feet too much, you're bound to give Charlie an aneurysm."

I try to bite back the bark of laughter over this. I'm not insane then; Charlie is being over the top and dramatic about my ability to be fatigued. "I can do something at the table then." I compromise because I want to be useful.

Molly Weasley taps her foot on the ground, looking like she's trying to think of something I can do. "Fine. You can shell these peas for lunch tomorrow. Next year I'll show you how to make my famous stuffing. It's Charlie's favorite." I'm not sure why the last bit matters much, but the early invitation for next Christmas excites me nonetheless.

"Okay," I sit down at the table, and she sets down a large bowl on the table. This is nice being in the kitchen with Molly. Not only is it much quieter than the living room, where Fred and George are showing off some new trickster item involving small, non-flammable fireworks, but also I enjoy being around Molly. She makes me miss but also remember all the wonderful qualities and memories with my mother. 

I begin to shell the peas, and we fall into a quiet routine. The sounds of the living room and the little muggle radio playing Christmas music is soothing. 

Charlie walks in, holding a cup of eggnog, a goofy grin on his lips. I look at Molly, understanding suddenly the contents of the eggnog were adult. His nose and cheeks are stained a dusky red from the alcohol. He looks cute in his navy blue sweater and dark corduroy pants, his hair tousled in a way that seems effortless. Setting down the cup, he glances at me and then the bowl of peas.

"Why are you in here, darling?" Darling? I glance wide-eyed at Molly. She pretends to be looking at something on the countertop, but I see a slight smile on her lips.

"Helping your mother with the food," I give him a look, "I think you should eat something Charlie, or you'll regret it in the morning."

He waves his hand at me, "'m fine." 

I roll my eyes, "Fine. It's your hangover."

Charlie plops down in the chair next to me, "You should be out there in the living room."

"Someone should help your mum." I continue my work.

"Did you put her up to this?" Charlie asks his mum.

"Nope," she sets down a glass of water in front of him "(y/n) wanted to help." Molly smiles at me.

Charlie huffs, slouching against the chair's back, "Come out to the party."

I shake my head, "I'll tell you what. Finish your entire glass of water and let me finish this up, and I'll come out to the party."

He weighs his options for a moment before picking up the water "deal." A bit of the water dribbles down his chin as he slams back the water.

I can't help but giggle as he wipes his chin off with the sleeve of his sweater.

"Charles," Molly frowns at her son, "manners."

Charlie ignores the comment, turning back to me, "when you're done, you'll come?"

"Yes, I promise."

He grins, "Brilliant." He stands, but not before he leans slightly down and presses a kiss directly to my lips. What the hell is he doing?

He escapes the room without another word leaving me with a very inquisitive looking Molly Weasley. I smile sheepishly at her, hoping that little slip up from Charlie wouldn't put her on some crazy ideas. Honestly, where did that even come from? Charlie never kisses me outside of our bed.

"So--" She starts.

"He's drunk--"

"He is," she agrees. Yet, she doesn't seem convinced.

"I promise nothing is going on." This is a half-truth; something is going on. It's just not romantic and won't lead to a relationship, or marriage, how Molly probably wants.

"I believe you," she turns her back to me. Fuck. She is convinced else wise; it doesn't matter how much I deny it.

***

I sit on the couch, George to my left, Hermione to my right, and Charlie at my feet. He's leaning casually against my knees, his red mop of hair my central focal point in the room. 

"So, (y/n)," I look over at Hermione.

"Yes?"

"How have you been?" I've always liked Hermione Granger. I only knew her a little while at Hogwarts, but at that time, she proved to be beyond her years in wisdom and held herself at such a high level. She was brilliant. There was no other way to explain her. I definitely felt like she would be married to Ron in the next few years, and I would be incredibly happy to have her as my child's aunt.

"I've been good." I place my hand on my stomach as if it wasn't obvious that I am six-months pregnant. 

"You look really good! I was honestly surprised to find out you and Charlie Weasley of all people were dating."

"Oh," I want to set this straight, but it's so weird everyone just assumes I'm dating Charlie, "We're not dating."

Hermione flushes, "Oh! I'm sorry! I just assumed--"

"It's fine, really." I smile at her, "Lots of people have assumed it. You're not the first."

"Are--I mean, I'm sorry for prying...but are you not living together?"

Oh. I see how literally everything in this situation would lead to so many understandings.

"We--We are... But we're not dating. Nope. No relationship at all besides co-parents and... I guess roommates?" Hermione tilts her head. Geez. Does no one believe me? And why does no one believe that nothing is going on between Charlie and me?

"Oh, well, it's actually pretty cool that you're not falling to society's expectation of family life." I glance over at the back of Charlie's head. Yeah, pretty cool of me.

***

"C'mon," Fred's got Charlie's hand in his, trying to drag his drunk ass off the floor.

"'m fine--" Charlie stumbles to his feet. He turns towards me. "Gotta help (y/n) up." He holds out his hand for me.

I laugh, "Thank you, but I think you're a bit too drunk to help me up, Charlie."

"Nonsense. I do it all the time."

George claps him on the shoulder, "That's a bad idea, mate."

"I can help her up just fine." Charlie frowns at his brother.

George shakes his head and offers me his hand, which I take. Charlie glowers at the two of us as George helps me up from the couch.

Somehow they get Charlie and me up the staircase and into our room.

"I could've helped you," he mumbles from where he's sitting on the bed.

I have a sudden urge to cup his face in my hands. His sweet, freckled face that I lo--

Nope. I was tired, delusional even. 

"Come on. Let's get to bed." I try to help him take his sweater off. It proves harder than it sounds. I've barely got the sweater over his head, and Charlie thinks it's hilarious. "Merlin's beard. Charles, you have to help me here." I sigh in frustration, resting my hand on his shoulder.

"Why're you trying to get my sweater off anyways, (y/n)? What do you have planned?" I'm assuming this is supposed to be flirty, but it's borderline ridiculous with the collar of the sweater sitting above his nose, one sleeve off, and the other on.

"I'm planning on getting your clothes off--"

"Oh? Going to give me an early Christmas gift?" He's got that stupid grin of his plastered on his face from under the sweater.

Nevertheless, I giggle, "You're not that lucky, Charlie Weasley. We have an early morning tomorrow, and you, sir, are going to regret getting plastered in just a few hours." I help pull his sweater fully over his head. His hands find their way to my hips. Charlie pulls me closer to him, my protruding stomach right in his face.

"You're so sexy..." his words slur together.

"Yeah?" I grin down at him, moving a ginger curl out of his eyes.

He hums, "Yes. So sexy. Love to watch your body change as my baby grows inside of you. Fuck, it's so hot (y/n)."

This is definitely unexpected from him. I raise my eyebrows, "What?"

He lifts my sweater, bunching it up at the top of the bump,  "You are so sexy like this."

I giggle, "Only like this?"

"No. No, you're always sexy. So sexy. The moment I saw you in the Ministry, I wanted you to be mine."

"Be yours?" I lean a tiny bit away from him.

"Mhm. Mine." He stands on shaky legs, "Merlin, I want you to be mine." He leans down, connecting our lips. I taste the Oakey flavor of brandy on his lips, and against my better judgment, I kiss him back. Unfortunately, I'm a sucker for Charlie Weasley in more than one way.

"No--" I gently push him away from me, "You're drunk."

"Drunk or not, I know what I want." He hand rests gently on my neck, pressing another searing kiss to my lips. Our bodies meld together as closely as possible.

"Charlie--" I try to pull away again from his kiss.

"Let me kiss you," he mumbles against my lips, "You never let me just kiss you." There was a reason for that, and this moment was a prime example of why I never let it happen.

"I can't--" I put a tiny bit of distance between us, "Charlie, we can't."

He exhales, "Why? We're having a baby, and I live with you. Why can't we?" Charlie leans his forehead against mine.

"Because--What if it didn't work out? And then we couldn't give the baby parent's who could properly co-parent--"

"But what if it did work out? We could be a family."

I smile at him, cupping his jaw, "Hey, I'm already family. You said so yourself."

"You know what I mean--" He leans in again, but I stop him.

"Let's get some sleep, and we can talk when you're sober." Charlie sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"Okay." He helps remove my sweater, scooching around me to get to the closet to grab my sleep shirt.

"I should be taking care of you," I whisper as he pulls the shirt over my head.

"I like to take care of you." He has a little frustrated crease between his eyebrows. He peels his pants off, leaving him in his black briefs. 

We lay down on the bed, Charlie snuggling up to my back like usual. A few minutes pass by, and Charlie's soft snores fill the room. 

I don't know what to think. Did Charlie want something more than, well, what we had established? And why did the thought give me butterflies?

[you-are-worth-the-wait]

stories.  okay.  this one was an extreme first for me.  so the girl who takes the definition of being a sub completely literally.  she wanted to be a complete submissive to the point where if she broke any rules, she wanted a punishment and she got off on it.  one of the things she did at times was when she was sucking my cock, she’d either get a little carried away or something but she’d use/scratch her teeth against my cock to the point where i’d flinch.  i think after a couple of times i flinched, she noticed and asked what was wrong.  i told her but i didn’t tell her before because i didn’t want to sound like an ungrateful dick.  but then she told me that i should punish her for hurting me.  i asked her how should i punish her.  she told me to choose.  the first thing i thought of that wouldn’t necessarily have us changing positions and what not for punishment was that i told her i’d pull her off my cock if i felt her teeth on me and i’d slap her face.  she had told me before hand about the lengths she went through with her other Doms so i had an idea of what she’d be open to, and it was a hell of a lot.  so she liked that punishment.  so much so that i think she bratily grazed her teeth along me just to get punished.  that was pretty insane.  and the fact that she really wanted me to slap her pretty hard too was, interesting and intimidating.  but the thing was, she received pleasure from it.  so i did it because she enjoyed it.  i know that’s off limits to you so it was different to have someone ask that of me and they find pleasure in it.  

another thing that happened with her is that she told me that when she gets tipsy sometimes, she’ll throw up.  i didn’t know what her definition of tipsy was or how much it took to get to it.  anyways, she was giving me blowjob after drinking and wouldn’t you know it, she tried to get as much of me into her throat that it triggered you know what and she ended up puking on me...lol.  it was not a fun or pretty site.  at least you did it in the shower and not necessarily on me and even if you did, i think you and i have gotten to the point where that i’d be more concerned for your safety and well being than to be disgusted by you puking on me.  this was a first for me and was weird.  so yeah, i was lying down on the bed receiving the blowjob and my cock in her throat made her puke all over my groin area.  of course we ended up maneuvering to the shower in order to minimize the damage.  she was so embarrassed and was scared that i’d be angry at her and not want anything to do with her that she started to cry right in the shower and was apologizing profusely.  i told her that it was okay and that it was something that just happened where she was caught up in the moment and shyt happened.  it took some time to assure her i wasn’t mad and that it wasn’t a deal breaker at that moment that.  when she finally calmed down and realized that i wouldn’t leave her at the moment because of the incident, she was so happy and grateful that she wanted to continue blowing me as a sign of gratitude.  that was a wild play of emotions.  luckily no clothes were involved :P

i’m realizing that these aren’t the sexiest of stories, huh...*lol*  well, this is one of the better ones then.  kingman girl, nearly 50, was married for 20 years and finally worked up the courage to walk away from the marriage after her kids had grown but realized she knew it wasn’t right at some point but didn’t know how to leave and kids being involved made it worse.  anyways, setting that scene, she is extremely hyper sexual and when she tried to initiate things with her ex, he rejected her and made her feel like asking for intimacy was a character flaw of hers.  he only wanted it on his own terms and any time she sought it out, he made her feel like her want for intimacy was a bad thing or a weakness.  see she ended up suppressing her urges.  maybe that’s why she is so open to pleasuring me the way she does?  anyways, one time she arranged it so that she rented a room and stayed the night and asked me to stay with her.  that night while i was fucking her, at one point i brought up towards the window and the sheer curtain was still covering the window as we were only 3 stories up and you could see the pool from where we were at.  there were a couple families with kids swimming and playing in the pool.  i brought her there just for the thrill and the idea that someone could possibly see her/us but no one could from there.  i could see that she was trying to hold the curtain closed so i told her she should open up the curtains.  she was hesitant about doing it but i’ve read her pretty well up to that point that i told her that i would stop fucking her if she didn’t.  i already could sense that there was a sub side to her so that’s what prompted me to test it out.  so after she hesitated, i stopped and pulled out of her.  she then begged me to keep fucking her and i told her she knew what she had to do if she wanted me to continue.  she opened up the curtain and i resumed fucking her with where anyone could have seen her/us.  we ended up cumming that way and later admitted that she got so much of a thrill out of it that if we ever get the chance to do so, she wanted to be fucked that way again.  that same night, i fingered her till she squirted.  nothing like you.  if you were 2 out of 10 only because of “buckets”, i would have rated her as a 7/10, 10 being nothing.  the thing was, she has never squirted before, ever.  it was the first time she had ever done so.  she said she didn’t know exactly what was happening or what she was feeling but she could feel that she was wetter than usual and when she looked down and saw her fluids splashing while i was fingering her and she eventually saw the puddle on the bed, that’s when she admitted that she had only heard of if but never thought she was capable of doing so.  so yeah.  at the time, i didn’t think it was a big deal.  i just thought, “oh hey, she can squirt too.  not as much as L but she can.  that’s kewl.”  so yeah, introducing a girl to the phenomenon of squirting for the first time in her life after almost 50 years i guess was a pretty decent accomplishment by me.  so...yay? :P

hope those stories tide you over or that’s what you were looking for.  it’s weird cuz i’m starting to remember and recall a lot of stories and i guess since i don’t normally tell people about them, it kinda just falls to the way side.  it’s not like i do things in order to collect stories and brag about them.  they just happened and i think it was something that was shared only between me and that person. and yeah, i guess looking at things, it seems a lot of them did take place at work because of proximity.  go figure...*ws* 

still, i’d rather reserve the stories till i’m with you.  i imagine us laying next to each other as i recount them, caressing and fondling you, you stroking me or absent-mindedly licking or sucking me off so you can listen to what i’m saying.  then we get to a point where we work ourselves to a frenzy that we end up having our own little adventure/story.  “do you concur?” - Frank Abignale from Catch Me If You Can  :P