#wrestling murder husbands

[nextstopwonderland]

“There will never be another Jon Moxley. There is no one like him.” -Bryan Danielson, June 2024

[unlikelywrestlingfan]

Pac really heard I was having the second emotional breakdown of the week and returned tonight he's so real for that

[crimson-of-the-earth]

The crossover I never knew I needed🥹

Spot the difference

[wilwheaton]

In the wake of a near-tragic assassination attempt of a widely reviled figure, some people who loathe him may be wrestling with or suppressing emotions that feel contradictory. But the notions that Trump is dangerous, and that attempting to murder him is also dangerous, are not in tension with each other. The ethics and the practicality of liberal democracy both affirm a strong norm against political violence. [...]    Even though American history has seen a long litany of murders and attempted murders �� Gerald Ford survived two attempts on his life within a few weeks of each other — this one feels scarier. That is because our social peace has grown more precarious. An assassination attempt on Donald Trump is a far more dangerous thing than an attempt to kill Mitt Romney would have been a dozen years ago, or Al Gore a dozen years before that.    And while the responsibility for maintaining social peace and the norm of non-violence is shared equally across the political spectrum, the blame for its decay is not.    Trump stokes and feeds upon a lust for violence. He possesses a demagogue’s skill for manipulating his supporters’ most elemental emotions. As a private citizen he exploited a white woman’s rape in Central Park to demand the execution of innocent young men of color. He continues to call for various critics to be executed for their disloyalty. When a maniac attempted to kill Nancy Pelosi and smashed the skull of her husband, he cheered it on. He continues to glorify and promise to free the criminals who assaulted police in the attack on the Capitol in an attempt to seize an unelected second term.    It is not Trump’s fault that someone tried to kill him. It is absolutely his fault that it has immediately set off a widespread fear of reprisals and chaos.

Trump Shooting: He Must Be Defeated by Ballots, Not Bullets

Look, I can’t wait for the guy to die and be gone forever. I just want him to die in prison.

And he’s still a Fascist. Don’t let that get obscured in all of this. He’s still the same wannabe dictator, the same hateful liar, the same corrupt traitor, the same 34 time convicted felon, the same rapist.

Nothing about him has changed. Nothing about Project 2025 has changed.

Obviously, the national conversation is going to be focused on this for the near future, and we can’t forget or minimize that he remains a serious and dire threat to America, and the world.

[spacecola7]

The Years - Ghost x Reader

Ghost who met you well into your military career, an expert strategist and even better with guns, Price had added you to the team after a year of working on various missions with you.

You weren’t simple though. After joining the military to help pay for med school, you had found out that you were better at killing people than you were saving them. They’d offered to transfer you and just have you work as a medic, but you continued on and eventually found your place in the American special forces.

Price had seen your cunning, your tactical brilliance, and your speed in the field and claimed you for the 141. For the past four years you had worked with them, never not by their sides unless you were on leave.

It was in these time periods, away from you, that Ghost sat in his flat and did nothing but think of you. The way you keep your hair braided and the breath you take before firing your rifle. The fact you hate the color yellow and love Chinese takeout. Think about when a year into your time with them, right before Price had asked you to join, that your husband had cheated on you.

You had told him this story in the dark confines of a bar as Gaz, Soap, and Price had a vicious game of billiards. He hadn’t spoke the whole time, watching you with a focus not on your face but on the rage he had to keep in check

They had finished a mission early and were allowed to go on leave for the holidays, or until you were needed again. The car in your driveway had been the first sign. Upon opening the door, the moans trailing down the hallway and the clothes strewn on the floor told the story. You hadn’t bothered to go in crying, simply grabbed your handgun and kicked open the door. The bitch looked just like you.

“Did you kill ‘em?” was all Simon asked as you had trailed off, fist clenched around a heavily nursed glass of bourbon.

“No. I think back and I wish I had, but no. I could have got away with that back in Texas, but here, you brits don’t have justified murder.”

So you had joined the team, growing reckless in the field. It took a bullet to the thigh and a knife wound to the abdomen, along with four ripped stitches, for Ghost to wrestle you to the ground and demand. Demand for you to care enough about yourself to not die. To not leave him.

You came back from that final leave of absence stronger. Smiling even, as Gaz had pulled you into a hug so tight it made Ghost twitch thinking about the jagged wound in your stomach.

For those next years you had grown closer to your team, learning to rely on them and they you. Things become simple. But you aren’t simple. And so things get complicated when Soap mentions bringing in some girls after a particularly successful mission.

You tolerate the strippers for all of thirty minutes before you storm out, the sight of one of them eyeing Ghost like he’s not Simon Riley but instead a way to get an extra fat tip.

The boys are too drunk to notice him immediately follow, except Price, whole smiles to himself before turning back to the girl prettily sitting on his lap. It takes Ghost a few moments to catch up to you as you walk out of the barracks.

“Ghost leave me alone.” you shout before he can speak.

“Why did you leave?” he calls out after you, grabbing you by the shoulder and turning you to face him.

“Because I’m not in the mood to watch you all oogle women in four inch heels and minimal clothing all night.”

He curses below his breath.

“You’ve never ‘ad a problem until now. So what the hell is wrong with you tonight?”

You can feel the way he searches your face, mask doing little to conceal the desperation in his eyes. His hand on your shoulder tightens imperceptibly, every inch of his body wired to the way your expression shifts.

“Ghost.”

He chases the centimeter you back away from him, sensing the way you recoil from the honesty he’s asking of you.

“Tell me.”

You sigh.

“That girl wanted to fuck you.”

“She did.”

Your lip curls and you turn once again and stalk to your room, fully intending on slamming the door in his face. Except he doesn’t grant you that pleasure and shoves himself through after you.

“Ghost what the hell do you want from me?” you practically snarl at him.

“I didn’t want to fuck her.”

“I don’t give a shit.”

“You do.”

This makes you pause, looking him up and down. Standing in your room, chest heaving from chasing after you and eyes practically blazing. He breaks the silence first, taking a step forward as his hands clenched at his sides.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what.” you ask, more confused than before.

“For not being good at this. Not…not good at any of this. I didn’t think it was worth trying to learn. I didn’t know.”

“Know what?” you cry, closing the distance between you two.

“You feel the same.”

He says it as a question, not a statement the way it should be. The way he intends it. He’s not brave enough to say that like he knows what’s right and wrong. Not after he’d spent years in love with you and hadn’t said a damn thing.

“I do.” you let the anger out in your response to hide the tears in your eyes.

Ghost pulls you into his arms. The tears fall. Your body trembles in his grip. He hushes against the hair of your scalp.

“I’m sorry, love.”

Your arms lift to wrap around him, burrowing your face into his chest and breathing him in to calm the shaking that racks your body. When you finally calm, he lifts you gently and places you softly on the bed. It takes a few seconds to get comfortable, but he soon has you curled into him as he strokes long lines down your back.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” he whispers.

“Me too, Simon.”

[abbyfmc]

Yandere story idea #26:

A sixteen-year-old boy named Daniel (or whatever name he might have) arrives after a desperate call from one of the cleaning staff at the house where he lived. She told him that she found his mother (Y/n) lying on the floor, apparently from the second floor, amidst piles of glass shards, which was dangerous since she was seven months pregnant. Her husband, named David, was dead next to her, who seemed to still be alive.

Daniel entered shock to see how 911 took their parents. His mother was alive when he arrived at the hospital, while David was taken to the forensic immediately. The maid who had found them contacted the whole family, including Daniel's paternal grandmother, Margaret. That night, Daniel loses his parents and his unborn sister, because of a stranger. Margaret is also destroyed by the death of her son, daughter -in -law and unborn granddaughter; That is why Daniel stays with her. During and after the duel, Daniel does not understand how everything happened and intends to investigate everything thoroughly. This traumatic event left him marked, feeling that until he caught the murderer, he will not feel alive again. His grandmother, who is in charge of him, supports him on his purpose, because he is confident that David was not the culprit of everything and Daniel also trusts his father, since he always treated his mother with enough love and affection.

In his father's autopsy bruises and several serious bullet wounds were found. The footprints in his body were not clear (Y/n), nor of Daniel (obviously, since he was hanging out with his friends) or anyone who was in the house. In his mother's body there were signs of struggle and bruises who were not known or anyone known either. This gave the impression that both were attacked when they were alone, what Daniel scores as the first clue.

Daniel gives the police to the security cameras of his house through his father's laptop, and there he managed to capture himself as days before the catastrophe an unknown man dressed in black was around the house at night, which he reminded him His mother's constant concern after he told his father about having seen that strange subject, also remembering how she mentioned that he was felt persecuted by whom Daniel suspected that he was the same person.

The only one of the recordings Daniel could not bear to see was that of the death of his parents for obvious reasons, but managed to find out thanks to the officers that the first to be attacked was David, trying to defend (Y/n), and then She was the unfortunate that unfortunately was pushed from the stairs. The audio was clear and revealed clues about the identity of this murderer.

Among the discussion that stood out the most from the intruder against his father, was the following: "If it hadn't been for you, (t/n) and I would be very happy! But you got in the middle!".

And when the stranger struggle with his mother and tried to kiss her by force, the most striking phrase was: "If you had loved me, none of this would have happened" and after (Y/n) shout in despair that released her and tried to attack him, he pushed her sharply by the rail of the second floor, which could only break if it was forced by human hand, since it was replaced recently.

In addition to that, fingerprints have also been detected on the stairs of both the unknown person and the married couple. As far as we know, the intruder watched the house for a while, broke in, first attacked David and then tried to wrestle with (Y/n), ending up killing her and her baby in the process.

The police were unable to find the killer, as he fled the scene without leaving anything behind. That didn't stop Daniel from deciding to investigate what could have happened and he already had the first small piece of the story thanks to the key dialogues on the recordings.

1: This killer was already known to his parents, or at least his mother, and it seems that he was a stalker or an ex-boyfriend who hated David.

Daniel asked his grandmother not to bury his mother's body yet, and managed to convince her that it was to investigate more thoroughly what had happened. He even told her what he had discovered about the possible story behind it. This reminds Margaret of how David had told her years ago, during (Y/n)'s first pregnancy, when he worriedly told her how his wife was receiving calls from a certain Alex (that's what Margaret thought his name was) who was tormenting (Y/n).

Daniel convinced his grandmother to pressure the authorities into investigating the origin of the fingerprints, as well as the electronic devices of both parents (and she also convinced them with some money involved). Daniel also tried to remember, but he couldn't remember much more than his mother's mention to his father that the guy hadn't left her alone since he was in college.

Daniel decides to pack up his things and move in with his grandmother. After cleaning up with his grandmother's help, he finds documents from his parents, his personal documents, the will that put the house and the family money under Daniel's name when he came of age, and some torn and crumpled letters with very interesting content. Margaret gave them to the police in case they were evidence.

It turns out that they were letters where the crazy stalker described his hatred for David and his crazy obsession for (Y/n), except for one where he got seriously angry with her after finding out that she was pregnant again. He threatened her to abort the baby and leave David, or he would kill her family and force her to do it and then kidnap her.

From here I can think of several endings:

Case solved: The classic good ending. The police find the killer who turns out to be a yandere who was madly obsessed with (Y/n), to the point of having committed the severe crime. The yandere killer could have put up resistance; tried to flee or could have turned himself in to the police. * I also imagine that (your son/[Y/n]'s son) sold that house as soon as he could. He obviously wouldn't want to return to a house where his mother, father, and unborn sister were brutally murdered. * And if the yandere is sadistic and very vengeful enough to take it out on an innocent person (in this case, your oldest son), to the point of sending him sick letters describing his horrible feelings towards you and what he always wanted to do

Unsolved case: The police get nowhere (either because they are simply lazy or because the yandere killer escaped), which motivates Daniel to become a law enforcement officer (probably with another identity), to the point of becoming part of the FBI (or any institution in your country that resembles it) to investigate that case and bring justice for his parents. *Your son could end the yandere killer's life and use his influence to get his way. *Or your son could simply use his position to catch the yandere killer and watch him rot in prison.

-The End.

For a long time I wanted to explore the idea of ​​a yandere story BUT from a third party's point of view; in this case, darling's son (yours) who slowly finds out about the history between you and the yandere who killed you. He ended up seeing how an unrequited obsessive love (or the end of a relationship if the yandere is an ex) led to the massacre that changed him for life at such a young age.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

A/N: I finished this sweet little one shot I found in my drafts. ❤️

Wayne Munson stared at his nephew's hospital bed. He never really felt his age, not around his nephew. Eddie always somehow managed to bring out the rambunctious side that once belonged to his youth. He was quick to his snapbacks and wasn't afraid to wrestle with him a time or too. Sitting in this chair, however, Wayne felt every bit his age and then some. It was times like these with Eddie that made him feel old, and it was worse now.

"You better not leave me alone, boy," Wayne whispered gruffly.

"Wayne?"

He looked over his shoulder, and his heart leaped at the sight of the woman he once loved walking through the door of the hospital room. Shit, maybe he still loved her. Her smile, though tentative, was still sweeter than pumpkin pie. Wayne loved pumpkin pie. Claudia was still as beautiful as the day he met her. He wondered if she was still a Henderson or if she finally divorced that no good husband of hers. When he met her, she was still Claudia Jackson, the sweetest girl in all of Hawkins. She wasn't afraid of giving away her heart more than once to anyone who she felt deserved it, and she wasn't afraid of befriending anyone, even if it might cause her grief. Although there were risks in that, she wasn't afraid of taking those either.

"Hey, punkin," Wayne said, giving her a crooked grin.

"Wayne," Claudia said, and he was pleased to see that he could still make her blush so prettily.

"When did you get back to Hawkins?" He asked.

"Quite a few years ago," Claudia said, looking at her feet in shame. "I would have contacted you, but to be honest, I was afraid."

"I was never upset with you for choosing him, Claudia. He was sick, what were you supposed to do? You loved him too," Wayne said. "Just disappointed in the situation, is all."

"I know," she said softly.

"How is Walt?" Wayne asked.

"Gone. Left before we moved back to Hawkins," Claudia said.

"We?" Wayne asked.

"I have a son. Dustin. Your boy took him under his wing this year," Claudia said. "I'm very grateful to him."

"He's a good boy," Wayne sniffled. "School's always been hard for him. It's going to be even harder for him now that they think he's a murder. They cleared him, but you know how it is. The public's opinion has always been the hardest to clear."

Claudia moved closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I never believed it for a second," Claudia replied.

"What if he doesn't wake up?" Wayne sobbed, and he collapsed in Claudia's arms.

And it was like the past twenty years hadn't happened. She was here and holding him tightly. It was like time hadn't passed at all. He spent most of his energy crying in her arms, and he's not sure when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, he was reclining back in the hospital chair with a blanket draped over him. Claudia walked back in a few moments later. He thought he had dreamed her up there for a second. She was wearing nurses' scrubs. Shit, maybe he was still dreaming.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, old man," she said teasingly. "I work here as a nurse."

"How did you -?"

"Twenty years is a long time, but I like to think that I still know you," Claudia said softly.

"You were always good at taking care of other people," he replied.

"So were you, always taking care of that brother of yours and Elizabeth," Claudia and started pushing Eddie's hair back. "I hear a lot of people say that he looks a lot like his daddy, but I see a lot of Elizabeth in him too. I always thought so since he was a baby. I always liked Elizabeth. I was sad to hear that she passed. I would have come then, but Dusty was a sick baby, and I'm not sure what stopped me after."

"You're here now," Wayne said softly. "Please, don't leave again, punkin. I know it's been twenty years, but I never stopped loving you. Choose me this time. I ain't asking for much, just whatever you can give me. I know I can't give you a whole lot. . ."

"Nothing can keep me away from you, Wayne Munson," Claudia said. "Not ever again."

"Not even cats?" Wayne asked.

"Well, I wouldn't go that far," she teased.

Wayne chuckled and took her hand, pressing a hard but loving kiss to it.

"You know anything about the Harrington boy that's been patrolling the halls?" He asked.

"Oh, that's Steve. He's as good as my son, too, as well as Sue and Charles Sinclair's son. His parents, well, they're about as reliable as Al," Claudia said. "He's a good boy, and he's been a good older brother to Dusty. To all the kids."

"There's something in his eyes, though," Wayne said, his eyes wandering over to Eddie. "I'm not sure if I should say."

"Sometimes, things don't need to be said for someone to understand," Claudia said, her eyes twinkling delightfully. "I hope it all works out for them."

"Me too," Wayne said softly.

It was during that moment when Claudia and Wayne were staring fondly into each other's eyes that Eddie awoke.

"Either you're a really good nurse, or you really are going to be my new auntie," Eddie croaked.

Wayne had never been happier to give him a slap on the head than he was in that moment. His boy was awake, his loud mouth a strong indicator of more good things to come.

[jxffrxywxxds]

Hi Jeff. What was the most dangerous/risky mission or murder you've ever done?

Jeff sighed, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, and tilted his head to the side, thinking.

“Mmm….I remember once, I broke into a family home. Upper-class. Quiet neighbourhood, the usual. This was before the faceless prick found me, so, I was mostly goin’ after the richy-rich folks to score money. Unfortunately, while I was creeping up the stairs, I was met with a fuckin’ shot gun. Apparently, the wife had been taking a piss or somethin’ and heard me. Warned her husband.”

He chuckled a bit, “I was lucky that night, managed to wrestle the gun away, but it nicked my shoulder pretty good. Wouldn’t do something so stupid now-a-days, though. Took out the family as quick as I could and dipped.”

[silviakundera]

The Double ep 32

What are the twists & turns of love, its depth and its aims?

Feels like they set up poison princess and her country leader bro as a contrast to our emperor & Wanning. Real sibling love vs deadly rivalry. Real love (which won't take by force) vs possessive control. Princess Jinyue helped save the father of her love rival while Princess Wanning had the same love rival's father convicted & tortured. We get a bookend of direct "confrontation" between Jinyue & FL at the start of the episode and then Wanning & FL at the end. Both are arrogant, unconventional, wild & free wheeling ladies. But that's where the similarities end.

Xue Fangfei returns to Shen Mansion to truly confront the past. The shipper in me appreciates how the drama has repeatedly shown her calling on Su guogong's memory to steady herself.

Great masks-off showdown between Shen Yurong and Xue Fangfei. It's actually pitch perfect to me that she really hoped that he, who she established last episode did love her, might be consumed with regret enough to turn himself in. One might say that's too naive for her but she married that man because she had loved & admired him, thought he was a different kind of person than he is. Xue Fangfei would move mountains, fearlessly, for those she loves. She overestimates what love means for him and the strength of his character. I'd postulate that his biggest regret, what is destroying him, isn't as much about her personally. But the cognitive dissonance about his Confucian morals and the conduct of a scholar. Attempted murder, obscuring the facts, deceiving the emperor, partnering with those who would destabilize the country, betraying Xue Huaiyuan his teacher (gasp!) : none of this fits with his righteous image of himself. Shen Yurong still loves himself best of all and it's for himself that he wrestles. Bedraggled in prision, he laments his greatest shame - for power, I tainted the reputation I obtained from studying hard.

In contrast, we get flashbacks to our emperor's sensitivity and care for all living things and Su guogong reminding him to stay the course in being the type of ruler their young selves envisioned. (and perhaps the ghost of a cautioning... that if this emperor is no longer one whose love covers the sky & earth, he could lose the Xiao family's backing)

But most importantly, the Ye Shijie knows who she is!!!!! Besties, that SHOCKED me. Idk why but I was fucking shook. I assumed he might be wondering, doubting, but setting it aside and not wanting to examine (because that means his real cousin is dead). Him just SAYING IT after beating dastardly husband over the head... And declaring that he has seen her for who she is and what they experienced together isn't fake; he's willing to stand by her side. This is our example of a selfless love. Boy in an alternate universe with no Su guogong you definitely got the girl. Sorry to you in this life but also congrats.

[moodymisty]

her: I would be so good at being a dead wife, in a movie that is. I’d go under the covers and laugh cutely and play wrestle while there’s bright nearly ethereal lighting in the background of the shot for some reason. I’d walk along the beach and when I see my movie husband filming me I’d be like “hahaha noo don’t film me” and playfully try to cover the camera. I would be so good at appearing in flashbacks where I give my grieving husband vague advice on how to deal with the situation he’s currently in. My slow motion montages would progress the narrative sooo well.

Lorgar: Sweetie I love your creativity but maybe this isn’t something you should say to your real life husband.

I'm fucking dying lmao Lorgar might try and deny his beloved her deadwife movie moment, but you know he's just as fucking unhinged about their relationship at times like

Beloved: Lorgar, what would you do if I was murdered?

Lorgar: My love, I would burn the entire galaxy to ash until I found the one who killed you and wring their neck myself.

Beloved: <3

Lorgar <3

Meanwhile Guilliman is overhearing this conversation like

[nextstopwonderland]

I love that mox and Bryan have completely the same feelings about Twitter

[enchanted-blade]

Death Sentence

Fill for @merlinmicrofic April prompt: ‘Stay’ - Ygraine/Nimueh, 211 words. ao3

She’d worked the magic, she’d done what that great bastard had demanded, she’d wrestled with the infinite and wrangled their unearthly laws, she’d done it all – and now Ygraine, gentle as the gentlest lamb, lay pale in the folds of the sweaty sheets as the life which had once danced merrily in her eyes flowed out of her as swiftly as the silent tears down Nimueh’s cheeks, for the sorceress was weeping helplessly, powerless, all her art already expended as she pressed Ygraine’s limp hand to her lips, here at the bedside where the husband should be but was not; he was in the adjoining chamber with the physician, enraptured with that scrawny, bargained life, and close enough that Nimueh could have called out a warning, should have screamed for help, done something, anything – her silence at that critical, terrible moment would in the days to come be the proof of her incorrigible wickedness, her murderous plot – but in truth her heart was far too broken to make any sound louder than a soft sob, a fractured prayer for the only other being in all the wide world who mattered: ‘Stay, you must stay, you must fight, Ygraine, my queen, my starling –’

But her lady was gone and could not hear.

[kayfabe-is-king]

My husband keeps an ordered list of all the wrestlers I like for gift ideas. Once every few months, he asks if I want to make any changes. When he saw on Twitter what Moxley did to Bryan (he doesn’t watch wrestling but has mutuals on Twitter that do), he asked if I wanted to move Moxley either down or entirely off the list.

I looked at him like he had two heads and said of course not. He looked at me like I had lost my mind.

Him: “So you’re still rooting for the murder guy?”

Me: “Attempted murder, honey. Big difference.”

I’m pretty sure he’s seriously questioning why he married me now.

[bardic-tales]

Can I ask for more Biance lore if you're up to it? What's your favorite part of hers and Seph's relationship? Little ways they tell the other they're thinking of each other?

Hi, Peony! Hope you are doing well today. Thanks so much for the questions. I love to talk about those two. Perhaps, too much. lol. I'm going to separate these questions and answer them one at a time. Sorry it's so long. I just start to yap and I tend to keep going. lol.

Love is a blade that cuts both ways. I’ve bled for you, Sephiroth. Don’t you dare let my wounds be in vain. - Bianca Moore

Bianca Moore is the protagonist of Fantasy Worlds Collide (FWC), a blend of original and FF VII fan fiction. She is considered a expectant hero in her early arc, but during FF VII, it’s a slow descent into villainy.

Can I ask for more Bianca lore if you're up to it?

Content Warning: Abuse, Betrayal, Child Abuse, Death, Gore, Isolation, Loss, Mental Illness, Murder, Self-Harm, Trauma, Violence

Absolutely! I love talking about Bianca's lore. I, also, have plenty of her lore to share, and her story is as expansive as it is intricate. Her biography for just the FF portion alone is 6k.

One of the most intriguing aspects of Bianca's lore is the complexity of her origins and the depth of her pain. Born of the forced union between Seraphine, a Celestial, and Azrakiel, who is a fallen Celestial that calls himself Asmodeus now, Bianca's existence was destined to destroy and recreate Creation. To protect her from Azrakiel's influence, Seraphine used divine magic to send Bianca forward in time, planting her into the womb of Sarah Moore, a faithful follower.

Growing up under the care of Sarah and David, Bianca experienced fleeting moments of normalcy, but her life was ultimately marked by tragedy when a cult devoted to Azrakiel murdered Sarah and burned down their home. This event thrust Bianca and David into a life of constant fear and survival, laying the groundwork for Bianca's deep-seated trust issues and her need for control in a world that constantly threatened to take everything from her. Usually, it did.

Another profound element of her lore is the way her celestial and demonic blood manifest. The experiments conducted on her by Shinra not only intensified her demonic nature -- due to the Jenova cells latching onto her fallen ones -- but it also suppressed and corrupted her celestial essence. This internal conflict became a defining trait, pushing Bianca to embrace her darker urges while wrestling with remnants of the light that refused to be extinguished until she is injected with Jenova and S-cells.

Her weapons, Noctemaris and Solstice, embody this dichotomy: one a cursed blade tied to infernal forces, the other a celestial sword of rare silver alloy that cannot be wielded due to her corrupted nature.

These weapons are more than tools. They symbolize the eternal struggle within Bianca, a reminder of the war between her heritage and the path she has chosen alongside Sephiroth. Even if Bianca claims she is not affected by this, she deeply is. She just buries her doubt.

The most tragic aspect of Bianca's lore is her history of loss and betrayal, which has shaped her view of love and loyalty. Her first love, Krista, turned out to be a member of the cult that worshipped Asmodeus, sent to lure her back to the Abyssal Plane. Forced to kill Krista in a desperate fight for survival, Bianca's innocence was shattered. She left her emotionally scarred and distrustful. the interesting thing is that she was 16 when this happened. So, it draws yet another similarity between Miniroth and Baby Bianca. Without meaning to, their story holds many parallels. For this period of time, Sephiroth did not want to kill Rosen; Bianca didn't want to kill Krista.

This pattern of betrayal repeated with Mordecai, her husband, whose sacrifice to save her from Asmodeus left an unhealed wound in her soul. She met Sephiroth ten minutes after Mordecai sacrificed himself. These experiences left Bianca craving an unconditional love that would not be taken from her, setting the stage for her obsessive devotion to Sephiroth. It's an attachment that borders on self-destruction yet remains the one thing that gives her life meaning.

What's your favorite part of hers and Seph's relationship?

Content Warning: Abuse, Death, Gore, Isolation, Mental Illness, Self-Harm, Trauma, Violence

My favorite part of Bianca and Sephiroth's relationship is the way their bond balances tenderness with darkness, exploring how love can thrive even amidst madness and ruin. Their connection goes beyond mere affection. It's a soul-deep attachment fortified by their shared pain and the ability to feel each other's emotions through the Red Thread of Fate: a twisted take on the soulmate trope. This telepathic bond allows them to comfort each other without words, creating moments of profound intimacy.

For instance, during the darkest parts of their journey, Sephiroth's quiet reassurances penetrate Bianca's subconscious, reminding her that she is his by birthright and destiny. These moments reveal the vulnerability beneath Sephiroth's cold exterior and highlight Bianca's need for his presence as an anchor in a world that has stripped everything else from her. She has given up her world, her afterlife, her friends, her morality, and her family for him. He rewards that loyalty by treating her with tenderness, protection, and an all-consuming love that will burn Creation to the ground to give place to something new.

Another aspect I love is the way they express their devotion through acts of service and protection. Despite his descent into madness, Sephiroth’s care for Bianca is meticulous—whether it’s changing her bandages with a gentleness that contradicts his violent nature or ensuring she eats, even when she’s too weak to do so herself. Meanwhile, as I said above, Bianca’s willingness to abandon her own afterlife and defying divine decrees just to be with him illustrates her all-consuming love. This dynamic of protector and protected shifts fluidly between them, creating a partnership that defies traditional roles and underscores their mutual dependence.

Lastly, their relationship's complexity lies in how they accept each other wholly, including the darkness. Sephiroth's madness and Bianca's ruthless pursuit of vengeance don't drive them apart. Instead, these traits intertwine, amplifying their bond. Bianca's willingness to embrace the destruction Sephiroth brings is not out of blind loyalty but because she sees a kindred spirit in him. He is someone who, like her, has been betrayed by the world and everyone he should have been able to trust. This acceptance, even of the most monstrous parts of each other, makes their relationship both tragic and compelling, a dark mirror of what love can become when stripped of moral constraints. Even if they are presented as the protagonists, they are still very much villains in the FWC.

Little ways they tell the other they're thinking of each other?

Content Warning: Abuse, Death, Gore, Mental Illness, Murder, Self-Harm, Trauma, Violence

Sephiroth’s love for Bianca is expressed through subtle acts of service that reflect his protective nature. Often without her having to ask, Sephiroth prioritizes Bianca’s comfort and well-being. His dominance isn’t about control for control’s sake but is rooted in a profound need to protect and serve her. For instance, he takes on the responsibility of managing their supplies, ensuring that Bianca eats regularly and rests when needed. Even if it means carrying her through dangerous territories when she’s too weak to walk. he even stole a chocobo after he rescued her from Shinra Manor and Shinra's captivity. This protective instinct is heightened by their soul bond. He is able to feel her pain and exhaustion as if it were his own. He’s meticulous in maintaining Noctemaris, viewing it as an extension of his duty to keep her safe.

In more intimate settings, his care morphs into a form of emotional care. He often draws baths for Bianca after battles, washing the blood and grime from her body with a reverence that borders on worship. While authoritative, his touch is gentle and reassuring. It is meant to soothe rather than to assert power. During their private moments, he uses their telepathic link to ground her when her PTSD resurfaces, guiding her breathing and reminding her that she’s safe. His control in these moments is less about command and more about creating a space where Bianca can relinquish the burdens she carries, trusting him completely.

When she tried to cut off her wings, as she was emotionally distress, he is the one who took Noctemaris (and later Masamune) from her. Once the wounds healed, he encouraged her to fly with him. She now loves to fly at night, finding true peace in the silence and air around her.

Bianca, in turn, has her own ways of showing love and devotion that align with her nature. She will use poultices to soothe the wounds of SC-X, the clone that Sephiroth inhabits when he interacts with her, as she knows this clone is her link to Sephiroth in the Lifestream. She doesn't use her healing magic, as that is corrupted. Her touch gentle and her eyes determined. Knowing how rarely he allows himself to rest, she creates barriers infused with her energy to guard their surroundings, allowing him to cuddle with her or sleep without fear. She even created a storybook cabin in North Crater that is complete with an unnatural forest to have a place where they could call their own. Otherwise, she would have stayed in the Northern Caves, flying up to his body to make sure everything was okay and to be close to him.

Her love languages—physical touch and words of affirmation—manifest in how she lingers in his arms, as she traces the contours of his chest with her fingertips or how she murmurs praises telepathically. Her voice is often a calming presence in his mind. Bianca’s attention to detail extends to remembering the minor preferences Sephiroth often dismisses, such as the temperature of the bathwater or the softness of the cloth she uses to wash him. These small acts are woven seamlessly into their daily life and speak volumes of her devotion.

Additionally, Bianca often leaves subtle reminders of her affection for Sephiroth, knowing how much he values acts of service. She slips hand-written notes between the pages of the books he reads. Their ink carries hints of her scent and words of encouragement only meant for him. In battle, she ensures that the enemies who threaten him fall first. Her eyes always tracks his movements, ready to intervene at a moment’s notice.

When they’re alone, she massages his shoulders, aware of the tension that knots there from wielding Masamune. She also maintains the white ribbon in her hair. This is a symbol of their bond, and she ties it with care each morning as if to reassure him, as well as herself, that their connection is unwavering. In the quietest moments, Bianca sings soft lullabies she learned from Sarah Moore. Her voice weaves through their bond to ease his mind. She likes to remind him that he’s never truly alone nor will he be tortured like he was as a child again. Not with her there. Though small, these gestures hold the weight of her love. Each one a vow that she will stand by his side, no matter how dark their path becomes.

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Ex's and Oh's: Part Two

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known; Minor Character Death; Magical Realism; We Make War Not Love; Post-Divorce; These Two Fools in Love; Klaus and Caroline Being Territorial; for each other; tyler is dead; kind of; Canon-Typical Violence; Violence; Murder; Werewolf!Klaus; Human!Caroline

Caroline's return to New Orleans is a little less triumphant than she'd like. There is a dead body in her trunk and a magical artifact in her passenger seat, and no matter how much she'd like too, the chances of avoiding her ex-husband are astronomically small. What, with the mate bond and all, but a girl's gotta hope.

“Caroline, why are we here?” Bonnie asked as she looked around at the familiar bar they’d once visited regularly before. Before.

Caroline looked up from her pile of beer battered fries. “I missed you?”

Bonnie gave her a look. “I missed you too, but I expected this chat to happen like, three days from now. You know, once you settled in and actually had the time to try that thing most of us do called communicating with your ex.”

“We should definitely go out again soon,” Caroline agreed with a nod. “This time with cocktails instead of beer, maybe during that dinner you could give me a list of who these mythical ex’s of yours are that you’d willing talk to. I only have the Curse on Sight bullet point list saved to my phone.”

“Caroline,” Bonnie said in fond exasperation. “You know what I mean. When you called and asked for your boxes, I was expecting to play delivery girl, not go out for an impromptu dinner. Please tell me you’re not doing this to avoid Klaus.”

“Hey,” Caroline protested as she gestured towards her food. “I’m hungry, and being hangry cannot improve this situation on any level.”

“Sure,” Bonnie drawled, “but there is no way you can convince me Klaus doesn’t have food in his house. I know how many calories werewolves consume in a day and it’s a lot.”

“He might have a house full of food, but there was nothing to eat.” Nothing she wanted. Not a single emergency bag of Doritos, no chocolate bars tucked away on a shelf, no decent cheese. The freezer hadn’t even contained a quart of emergency ice cream. She wanted to eat her feelings, and Bonnie was lucky she’d agreed to actual food instead of eating her weight in pie.

“Fine, I’ll give you that,” Bonnie allowed. “I’m not saying you owe him anything, but did you at least tell him you were going out?”

“Klaus,” Caroline said with false cheer. “Wasn’t there when I woke up, so I decided he didn’t get an opinion.”

Bonnie groaned and covered her eyes. “Haven’t you had enough rampaging werewolves today?”

“Eh,” Caroline said dismissively. “This morning was hardly a rampage, and you know it. Besides, torturing Tyler is absolutely a form of stress relief. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Probably. Bonnie was right, it would definitely piss him off that she’d left, and what she’d left him would not improve the situation. Dunking a fry into her pile of ketchup, she wrestled with the truth that she wasn’t in a mood yet to improve things.

I know a war when I see one.

Those words had haunted her as she’d fallen asleep, and had resonated in her chest when she’d woken. This felt like a war. Her own personal fight for something she wanted so badly she’d buried it under the ash and smoke of her temper, the scorched earth of her hurt. Wanted so badly and yet, no idea how to move past that anger.

Bonnie made a noise. “I knew we should have gone to Marcel’s.”

Her jaw clenched so hard, Caroline thought she could hear her teeth grinding. “No pack.”

“You can’t avoid them forever.” The words were said carefully, her best friend far too aware of that sore-point.

“Oh, I won’t,” Caroline said, flashing her teeth. “I really, really won’t.”

Thoughtfully, Bonnie relented enough to pick up her own fry. “What did Klaus tell you before he went off torture Tyler’s remains?”

Caroline shrugged. “He’s made changes, he’s the almighty ruler who rules with an iron fist, murder murder, the usual.”

I miss you.

She missed him.

Muttering something pithy, Bonnie pulled out a small bundle of herbs and dumped them on a convenient plate between them. A moment later, the familiar scent of burning sage brought a deluge of memories of ten years ago, and Caroline swallowed past the unexpected lump in her throat.

How often had she and Bonnie sat in this booth with sage burning between them, tipsy from cocktails? How many burgers had been consumed in the name of girl’s night? How often had she wished she could do this again as she sat alone in a random diner, eating pie and rapidly texting the second most important person in her life?

“Caroline,” Bonnie huffed. “You know people are straining to hear every word you say. People have been staring for the last ten minutes, there is no way the locals aren’t already gossiping.” Pointedly she glared at someone over Caroline’s shoulder.

“Nothing I said so far should be a surprise, they’ve all lived with his ego as long as I have.” Caroline said, emphasizing her words with the jab of a french fry.

Bonnie made a face in silent agreement. “I am absolutely not on team Klaus, but this separation hasn’t been easy for either of you.”

Caroline looked away for a moment, because she didn’t know how to explain the tangle in her chest, the way it’d felt like a fist when she’d woken alone in a bed that smelled just like her best dreams. Tired, bruises stiff and aching, she wanted him there and she was mad he wasn’t, and she was mad at herself for being mad about it. Showering had required that she clench her hands into fists not to sniff test everything in the shower, wanting his scent in her lungs.

“I know.” Her lips flattened. “I don’t know how to do easy anymore, Bonnie.”

“When have you ever?”

Caroline reluctantly smiled. “Klaus and I… we didn’t really have a lot of time to talk before he had to leave.” She would have been mad about that, that he’d disappeared so soon after the first time they’d seen each other in years, but she was firmly anti-zombie, so she had decided to be gracious about it. She just wasn’t sure what to do about the rest of it. What they had said. Their conversation had felt too personal, too raw to repeat out loud. “He wants me to stay.”

“Oh, he definitely wants more than that,” Bonnie muttered.

A03: Part 2

Please remember all my fanfic has been locked due to AI Bots scraping A03.

[carlos-in-glasses]

An update to the list!

I'm blown away by the fact that anyone would give their precious time to my fics - I want you to know that I always strive for it to be time well-spent. Thank you, thank you. I'll update this list as more fics are posted. Running from most recently posted to the first❤️:

Search And Rescue - (15k, E) - On their first Valentine's Day as husbands, Carlos surprises TK with a trip to adopt a retired police dog.

Where All This Love Comes From - (107k, E) - TK reflects on meeting Carlos after years of addiction and self-destruction, while Carlos seeks closure by uncovering two unknowns: The identity of his father’s killer, and how his father truly felt about Carlos as his son.

You Can Leave Your Hat On - (6k, E) - The heating breaks in the loft so TK and Carlos find another way to stay warm.

Suddenly, in the Silence – (10k, E) - TK wonders if he's being haunted by Gabriel, while Carlos questions his faith.

Sweet Dreams and Flying Machines – (14k, E) - A coda for 3x08 that also explores how 9/11 impacted TK and Carlos as children.

Release the Hand to Relax the Animal – (15k, E) - TK and Carlos have tantric sex.

When Soulmates Swim – (53k, E) - A season 1 canon compliant AU. TK and Carlos find each other and themselves when they each take up swimming.

The Centre of the Maze – (21k, M) - TK and Carlos have never been on the easy path, but all have lead to the wedding.

With Infinity Folded Into It – (8k, M) - After TK proposes, Carlos remembers the first time they said I love you. And he bakes a babka. Sort of.

Fire Island – (12k, M) - TK and Carlos visit the legendary Fire Island and learn from an older couple about life at the height of the AIDS crisis.

The Light of Our Life – (2k, T) - A coda for 4x12. Carlos buys TK a bearded dragon.

The Heart Behind the Shield – (34k, E) - A coda for 2x08 and 4x04 combined. Carlos and TK work through their kidnapping traumas and Carlos and Gabriel share an important moment.

Afterglow of a Supernova – (13k, M) - Carlos and TK have dinner with Carlos’ high school crush and his wife. Insecurities rise and jealousy ensues in an unexpected way.

Man to Man – (15k, E) - A coda for 2x12. In 2010, Carlos comes out to his parents. In 2021, in the aftermath of the housefire, Carlos feels more empowered to talk to Gabriel and embrace his life with TK.

Chasers – (13k, E) - A coda for 3x13. TK is alone with Cooper, Carlos is alone with his thoughts. Both recall times they’ve chased the next high, other men, or each other.

The Ruins of Wonderland – (14k, E) - The severe winter storm doesn’t happen as forecast and Austin receives a manageable snowfall – without TK plunging into a frozen lake. Nancy’s 126 hang goes ahead. TK attends, but so does Carlos…

In Your Adorable Glasses – (4k, T) - Carlos is struggling to find the perfect poem for the wedding; TK tries to help but sits on his glasses.

Wrestling Angels – (8k, M) - Carlos wishes he could invite his seventeen-year-old self to his wedding to TK.

A Naked House – (8k, M) - TK, Carlos and the 126 attend a murder mystery event in which a real murder takes place and TK vanishes…

Teardrop on the Fire – (11k, E) - TK discovers a birthday card Carlos had written for him during their breakup.

Bath Time and Black Magic – (7k, E) - Carlos is naturally upset after being kidnapped by a satanic cult, so he and TK have a bubble bath and talk about it.

A Rainy Day in Austin – (5k, T) - A 3x15 coda. TK and Carlos drive to the greenbelt to release Lou.

Sensitivity – (5k, M) - TK opens up to Carlos about his past, and Carlos finds himself falling for him even harder.