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runawayolives2 · 2 years

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Drunk text me

Request: hii can i request a max fic inspired by the song drunk text me? you can decide if it ends angsty or fluffy! thank youuu :)

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader | Charles Leclerc x Reader (platonic) | Pierre Gasly x reader (platonic) | Daniel Ricciardo x reader (platonic)

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, cheating. Max cheats on the reader with Kelly, no shame to her, it was just for the plot. Cursing. Please tell me if I have missed anything.

Word Count: 3.3k

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Considering you were in your 20s, “the best time of your life”, you were disappointed. Instead of going to one of the famous clubs that your friends liked to go to on Friday nights, you were in your dorm room, your phone face up, waiting for some kind of text. Better said, a particular text. It was sad to think about how you were taking the opportunity of him being drunk because maybe he would text you. You were waiting for some badly spelled text, that somehow begged for you to take him back, to forgive him for what he had done.

You met the F1 star in an interesting way. You lived in Italy, this was your third year. You had been accepted into a university in Rome, on full scholarship, so you took the opportunity, and you found yourself living in Rome, as a college student that barely got by with Italian. The good thing was that the University put you in the same room as a native girl, María, who was nice and patient enough to teach you the new language. it didn’t take you long to speak Italian, fluently, thanks to your friend. María was actually the one responsible for you meeting Max. She had dragged you to an F1 race, insisting that you would like it and that the racers were bellissimo. You went with semi-interest, but María had gotten tickets thanks to her dad, who had some contacts and pulled some strings for the two of you to go. You got good seats, and even if you hadn’t been the biggest fan of fast cars, you had to admit it was captivating, to see the vehicles going at crazy speeds. María, thanks to the combination of some membership pass and her dad, had managed to be invited to an after-party organized by Red Bull. Surprisingly, you were interested in going. Classes had been a true pain the whole month, and you were nervous about a presentation you had to do two days ago, so free booze was a good way to get your mind off things.

Two Red Bull racers had gotten Podium positions, so the party was very lively. You couldn’t help but wonder how uncomfortable the vent would’ve been if they hadn’t won, and you kept pondering on that while María was talking to some guy she knew from events like this. Your friend had made you promise that you wouldn’t think about school and loosen up a little. Once you finished your drink, you went to the bar and get another one. While waiting, making sure your eyes never left the waiter making your drink, a taller figure stood behind you.

“Hello! Have we met?” You turned around, finding a fairly attractive guy. The bartender set you the drink, and you thanked him. You looked again at the guy, confused by his sudden interruption of your mindless thoughts.

“I don’t think so.”

“I’m Charles.” He had an interesting accent, one you couldn’t pinpoint, but you could tell he wasn’t a native English speaker. You weren’t surprised about that. Everyone in Europe had a second language, at least, and English was the most common one to have.

“Y/N.” Charles took the seat beside you, signaling the bartender to come back for another drink.

“Are you related to any of the racers?”

“No, I’m here with a friend, she had passed.” Charles nodded and told the man what drink he wanted.

“Cool. You don’t sound Italian.”

“No, I’m here for college.” He gave you an impressed look.

“Wow, what are you studying?” You told him about your classes, and how you got the scholarship. After some time of him avoiding your questions about his job, another man came to the pair of you.

“Charles, what is taking you so long?” This man you did recognize, no introduction needed. Max Verstappen had just approached you, and referred to your conversation companion by his first name, meaning they knew each other. Verstappen, once he noticed you, didn’t shift his gaze from your face. “Max Verstappen.” He introduced himself in a cocky way, that normally would’ve been a turn-off for you, but you already had some drinks in you, so you let it pass.

“Max, this is my friend, Y/N.” You looked at Charles surprised, not expecting him to refer to you as his friend. “She’s really cool.” You waved at Max and gave him a smile.

“Nice to meet you.” You shook hands, and that for a second threw you off, used to kiss people as a hello. “What did you think of the race? Charles, at some point, left to be with the rest of the group he came with. You and Max spoke until maría came to get you, saying that some annoying guy was not getting the signals. You excused yourself from Max and left with your friend. Once outside, María asked for every detail, after she said she had seen you also with Charles Leclerc.

Once back in your dorm, when María was already knocked out cold, your phone lit up.

Thinking back, it was weird to see how everything has changed. You were now in your fourth year in university and were crying for the one and only Max Verstappen. You weren’t crying right now, you were too drained, but it was what you were doing for the last week. After the night at the party, and his texts, you had met up several times, becoming closer, until you asked him out on a date date, as you had phrased it.

It had been a great year, you and Max both putting a lot of effort into the relationship, considering you were busy studying, and he was racing all over the glove. it had worked very well, so far. Whenever he was free and you had school, he would come to Italy and spend time with you whenever you were free. If you both had a vacation, he would fly you to Monaco, where he lived during the off-season. Being long-distance was good for the two of you. You could focus on your career, and he could focus on his and would have time to text and videocall at certain hours.

María had left to spend the night with her partner, who she had met during a college party in someone’s big ass house. They were cute together, and you couldn’t be more grateful for Cameron, considering they were the reason you were alone in your room.

Your breakup had been nasty, to say the least. During the Brazilin Grand Prix, some interesting pictures had been trending on Twitter and Instagram. You had met Kelly Piquet before, and you had never thought what happened was going to happen. When the first pictures of them showed up, you dismissed them after seeing them, not thinking anything of them at a party in Brazil. She was almost ten years his senior, a mother, and the ex of another F1 driver. Why would you suspect anything from it? The first round of pictures of them together, you ignored, the second one was impossible to.

The pictures were a total of five, and it seemed as if they went in order. The first one was them together, facing the camera. Innocent, a picture of two friends. The second one that went viral, was of them in the background, talking to each other. Innocent, a picture of two friends. The third, was of Max’s arm going around her waist. Innocent? Fourth, her arms around his neck. Fifth, the two of them in what seemed like a heavy makeout session. Once you saw this one, you started calling Max, wanting some sort of explanation. Maybe they were photoshopped, or of two people that looked a lot like them. Maybe maybe maybe. These were your thoughts that Sunday morning, ready to defend him once he explained himself. During Sunday lunch with your friends, no one brought Max up, unusual, considering that after his races, he would somehow be mentioned. You could tell they knew, you knew they knew. But you had good friends, who were able to read the room and know that now wasn’t the moment.

You had called Max a total of fifteen times and decided to let him call you, knowing that maybe you seemed hysterical. You were being hysterical, because they were fake, 100%. Right?

You never got a call from Max that Sunday. Your dd did, and that one was enlightening.

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know, dad.”

“What have I always told you?”

“Education and career go first, boys second.” You didn’t have a perfect relationship with your dad, not many people did. But he had been very firm about this topic. Your dad knew the importance of your career and was very proud of every scholarship, and academic win you had. He didn’t tell you this, but your mom would text you to tell you. He was very proud once you told him about your relationship dynamic with Max. He was proud you hadn’t dropped everything you had worked for for a race car driver that could promise you the world. And looking back, you had made a splendid choice.

“I know it hurts right now, but this just means he wasn’t the one. Stay strong honey, you can do this.” The conversation ended soon after, and it left you looking out the window of your dorm.

Charles Daniel and Pierre had texted you, but you didn’t feel like reading what they had to say, whatever they had to say. You just wanted Max to tell you it was all a confusion, some hateful fan that wanted to hurt you. But him taking so long had started to be suspicious, and at the end of that Sunday, you decided to not think too much into it, maybe it was meant to be.

Tuesday morning, while you were completing some assignments during your free period, you got a call. Not from who you now thought of as your ex, but his best friend.

“Daniel.”

“Y/N.”

“What’s up?” You wanted to act nonchalant as if you hadn’t cried whenever you weren’t drowning in work and coffee.

“I know you’ve seen the pictures.” You looked into your document, focusing on the small letters that just looked like squiggly lines if you concentrated enough.

“I have.”

“Have you spoken to Max?”

“I haven’t.” You heard him sigh on the other side, but couldn’t say if he was doing it for you or him.

“How’re you doing? How’re you feeling?”

“Well, I was sad at the beginning. Now I’m just humiliated and angry, weirdly, I feel empty.” You played with the thread of your sweater. “Everyone has seen those pictures, and I’m now the latest gossip on campus. It’s been a week and they’re still talking about my boyfriend making out with a Brazilian model ten years his senior. I’m angry because he hasn’t contacted me at all, and has ignored my calls. At least he could face me, tell me the truth, give me closure and let me move on.” You could feel the hot angry tears well up in your eyes. “I want him to call me, tell me he never loved me, so that I can forget him and everything related to him.”

“Charles has been worried about you, me, and Pierre too.” You had developed a very close friendship with the trio. You had different relationships with each, but they were all close nonetheless.

“I want him to make me forget him. I want to never feel related to anything F1, ever again.” Daniel’s breath hitched.

“I understand how you feel, but how can you do this radical cut?”

“You do not understand how I feel. You will never understand how I feel. And losing this relationship won’t be a loss.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I’m pretty sure I am.”

“What about Charles, Pierre, and I?”

“Did you tell me anything when you suspected something from Max?”

“Y/N.” You could tell he was close to crying, but you couldn’t care less, considering you could feel your tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Did you?”

“We didn’t want to interfere with your relationship.”

“Then I guess I cannot keep up this friendship. You choose sides, Daniel, even if you now think he’s the asshole or whatever, you choose sides the moment you ignored the first sign.”

“Y/N.”

“Leave me alone.” You hung up after finishing your sentence, soon feeling bad, thinking you had been a bit overboard.

Soon, Charles’ contact came up on your screen, and you accepted it. Charles was on the phone with you for a total of an hour and a half, listening to you, while trying not to cry himself. He had to wipe his tears away several times, not understanding how a heart could break this way. While hearing you, the Monaguesque had plotted the Red Bull driver’s death at least ten times, slowly hating him more and more as the call progressed.

When the pictures had first reached the internet, once the trio knew, they went to get an explanation from Max. The Dutchman, who had just woken up to an empty bed (that was not how it was when he went to sleep), was slowly coming to terms with what had happened. He initially put the blame on the person taking the pictures, saying it was a violation of his privacy and that he was going to sue. Pierre was about to rip his hair out when he heard that from their friend. Max, after seeing that his friends still expected accountability for him, decided to inform them that he had never loved you, that you were just easy and quick entertainment.

The three of them caught the lie very early on, knowing that the times he had come to the hotel, eyes shining and a dumb smile on his features weren’t a sign of lack of love. But Max was max, and if he wanted to take that route, then so be it. Charles and Daniel were already leaving the room, shoulders tense and trying to contain their anger. Pierre decided to have the last word.

“If she cuts ties with us because of your dumb mistake. I will never forgive you.” The blond slammed the door, and once outside, looked at his two other friends. “How could he say that? He always had a reserved seat for her, whenever she could come to the races. He wouldn’t stop smiling at his phone whenever they texted. He canceled plans with us because maybe she was free and they could video call. How could he say that shit?” Daniel looked forward, back towards their friend’s door.

“He’ll see his mistake, but I believe it will be too late.”

Charles, even if he hadn’t told the Dutchman when Pierre had, had come to the same terms. If you were going to stop spending time with them because of Max, they would cut ties with him, so that you didn’t associate them with him. At the end of the call, you had fallen asleep, drained from crying so hard, and Charles hung up from the unresponsive line after a long and loud sigh.

Pierre called you the next day and came to terms with the fact that the relationship was over, you were done with Max Verstappen. But he could tell that your words were somewhat empty. Pierre knew that if Max called you, told you that he was sorry, got on his knees, and begged for you to forgive him, you would give him a second chance. But Verstappen didn’t kneel for anyone, probably not even the woman that had made him a better person during the span of a year and a few months. Pierre also knew Max wasn’t happy with his choice. He wanted you back, the Frenchman could and would swear on it.

Max felt shitty. Max Verstappen, felt like utter shit. Max Emilian Verstappen felt like the shitiest person in the world. During the time since the pictures had become public to the world, he had cried, had anger outbursts, and punched more than one wall. He knew, that if Y/N could see her, she wouldn’t have been amused. She would be beside him, hugging him, telling him that he could talk to her about anything and that she would sit and listen unless he specifically told her he wanted advice or something of the sort. Max Emilian Verstappen felt deeply flawed, he felt as if he had destroyed the only thing that made him happy. Y/N had been understanding, patient, reasonable, and empathic, many other things he needed in his life. She had been a form of stability, someone he knew he could count on, at any moment. Any time he was angry about a race, or some incident with Christian Horner, and his dad, she was always there and knew how to calm him down. Y/N knew whether he needed space, silent company, hugs, a silent bath, or any other thing to help him relax. And he blew it.

Max Emilian Verstappen destroyed the only relationship that had made him feel whole. And he did it on his own. For some time, he tried to blame Y/N, and find a way to justify his actions. But whenever he came with something, he knew it was far-fetched and unfair to her, and to him, once he realized he was only lying to himself. He then tried to blame Kelly, for tempting him to be in a relationship with her, but at the end of the day, he was the one in a relationship, not her.

Max Emilian Verstappen had spent any free moment, drunk of his ass. Trying to forget the massive mistake he had done. Of course, it wasn’t that easy. Once he could feel the tell-tale signs of drunkness, he could only think of you. If he focused enough, he could hear your voice and feel your touch. If he focused enough, he could ignore he destroyed your heart and keep living in the fantasy where you were waiting for him back in Italy, with crazy stories about some of your professors that had lost their minds during their time working at the University.

Daniel, knowing this was the new hobby Max had started, was perfectly aware of where his friend was. It was hard for Daniel. Pierre and Charles had clearly chosen sides, but it was easier for them. Their relationship with Max wasn’t as close as with you. They hadn’t been Max’s teammates, they hadn’t seen Max grow into the person he was now since the beginning. It was easier for them to choose sides because he was the asshole, you were the victim, and you were just as close to them as Max was. Daniel didn’t have the same easy choice. But whenever he had to go down to the bar in the hotel, after being called by whoever was downstairs, Daniel knew he had to stay near Max, seeing him so drunk he wasn’t able to form coherent sentences, even open his eyes, made Daniel realize that even if max had destroyed your relationship, him not having you was punishment enough.

“Let’s go, Max, time for bed.” The younger man had his phone on, a chat lighting up the screen.

You did get the drunk message you wanted, but it was too late. Once it reached your screen, you knew it was too late, that he had taken too long.

He had made his bed, and now he had to lay in it.

AN: This was a long one, but I'm proud of how it turned out. If anyone has any requests for Verstappen, Ricciardo, Leclerc, or Gasly, feel free to send them to my inbox, and I'll try my best.

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ilyrafe · 2 years

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𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 ✧ 𝒄𝒉 𝑽𝑰𝑰 (reposted)

pairing: charles brandon x duchess!reader

warnings: angst, abusive behavior

word count: 2,7k

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a/n: hi hello i am a dumbass while deleting a few posts i accidentally deleted the original 7th chapter, but since i still had a google doc with the original story here i am reposting it !

the dry, golden leaves fall from the trees, decorating london’s streets and roads in the first days of september. the wind is cooler, but it is not able to prevent children from continuing to play in the streets of the villages where they live. the days are getting shorter, however, which may be good for some, but less so for others.

charles has been restless since the kiss. it feels like stepping on eggshells, and he hates it, but he knows he can’t pressure the duchess into anything. he still doesn’t know how to read her, so he can’t really tell where she is at, where she stands in relation to him. the duke can’t deny that he finds y/n a bit moody, but compared to king henry, charles knows how to handle her better than his friend and sovereign. there is still a barrier between them, but little by little, the bricks are being removed.

he’s hopeful, though. he’s putting a lot of effort into their relationship - whatever that may be. would he like to be in a romantic relationship with the duchess and live his married life properly? absolutely, but as he gets to know her better, he wouldn’t be upset if they end up being friends. either way, all he wants is to have her in his life.

the duchess remains in conflict with herself. as she documents her journey in her diary, she finds herself wondering if it’s worth putting charles through this, because she knows it’s unfair and that it’s clear he has feelings for her. it’s conflicting and distressing, because she knows she’s giving in little by little. she can’t say she still loves james, but also can’t say she doesn’t, as the memories are still fresh in her mind, and it was those memories that kept her sane during these months of marriage. her head is a mess, and she just wants to be able to breathe in peace, knowing that james will be bitter.

getting close to charles, even out of petulant interest, has been interesting. now they have all three meals together, they go out riding either early in the mornings or after dinner quite frequently, and she feels genuinely comfortable around him. admitting you’re in the wrong is never easy, and despite having apologized to him for being so harsh, she still feels a little guilty and indebted to him. the problem now is that she feels in doubt about her revenge, because she has involved a person who doesn’t deserve to be in the middle of something he has nothing to do with and she knows he’s harboring real feelings for her.

her eyesight is blurry and her eyes are heavy. the duchess stretches, closes her diary and blows out the candle on the table, that gently lightens the spot. the moonlight remains illuminating the room, and as she lies down on her bed, she closes her eyes, praying for strength to go on with the mess she herself created.

(...)

the day dawns just slightly cloudy, the sun decides to appear, although quite shyly..

in his bed, the duke takes a little while longer to get up. today is his birthday, and despite the day being his, it is perhaps the busiest day of the year, as the royal court, his subjects and his friends and family want his attention to congratulate him for another year of life. unlike other years, charles has decided not to celebrate with a party, as a war is imminent and he doesn’t want any more distractions.

after a long delay, charles is finally ready for the busy day ahead. does she know it’s my birthday? he laughs at himself as he finds himself thinking about her again.

when he arrives at the salon for breakfast, he finds the duchess promptly seated, waiting for him. with each passing day she gets more beautiful, and he doesn't know how that's possible. it’s as if she had an angelic aura around her that hypnotizes him. he’s completely head over heels.

“oh, good morning!” she smiles brightly.

“good morning, dear wife. i apologize for taking so long.”

“it’s no trouble.” she shrugs. “um… i hear it’s your birthday today.”

he chuckles as he pours honey into his fruit salad.

“yes, it is.”

“while i find it quite insulting that you didn’t tell me and i found out this morning, i wish you the best.” she says with a shy smile on her beautiful lips, the ones he prays he gets to kiss them again.

“thank you.”

“i assume a party will be held here…?”

“oh, no. not this year.” he explains. “i believe i’m too old for birthday parties,” he says humorously, and she chuckles. “it’s a waste of money and even if i were to host a party, certain people would have to come and we do not want that.”

“oh,” y/n recoils in shame. “i am utterly embarrassed about it.”

“no, please, don’t. my concern is about you, not me. i would never do anything to harm you.” he’s quick to assure her. he places his hand on hers and gives it a light squeeze. “um, i would like to celebrate my birthday, though.” he grins.

a pleasant smile appears in her face, and it’s enough to make his heart skip a beat. “how?”

“tonight, we’ll have dinner.”

“we have dinner every evening.” she chuckles to disguise her confusion.

“i know, but we’ll have a cake, and there’s no one else i’d rather celebrate today with.”

oh.

y/n is taken by surprise by his words. she had no idea her plan would work so quickly.

“alright. i’ll see you tonight, then.”

(...)

his anxiety for dinner makes him feel that time is deliberately passing slowly. as he expected, his day is full of commitments. lots of documents to sign, he has to send his men for training for the imminent war against france, and has to make time to receive gifts and messages from his friends.

on his desk, there is a small print of him with the duchess on their wedding day. charles is standing before the duchess who is sitting on a chair. both have serious expressions on their faces, and even though it’s a painting, he can see his wife’s sad semblant. she was stunning that day, though. her dress was beautiful. although he is glad they are getting along today, he would love for their wedding day to be a happy one. he acknowledges that he wasn’t much satisfied either, and he did expect a loveless marriage, but didn’t anticipate how turbulent the first months would be.

a knock on the door to his office takes him out of his thoughts.

“your grace, your majesty is here.” one guard announces and henry steps into charles’ office.

“my dear friend! i came here to congratulate you on another year of life!” the king exclaims.

“thank you, your majesty.”

“oh, stop that.” henry waves it off, making charles laugh. “what are your plans for today?”

“well, as you can imagine, i have a lot to do.”

“are you not celebrating your birthday?” the king inquiries.

“not this year.” charles sighs as he makes his way to his chair, behind his desk. “we need resources for the war, i don’t think it’s smart to waste it in a party that next year i’ll be celebrating anyways.”

“you speak as if your best friend isn’t the king of england, your grace.”

charles scoffs, quite amused by henry’s way of thinking. the king despises limits; the more, the better. there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to get what he wants. the war was provoked by him, and charles, being the army leader, has to take part in something he loathes, all because he couldn’t bear to lose henry’s love and admiration. not having any siblings alive, henry is the brother he never had.

“we’ll celebrate properly when we come victorious from this war.” charles promises.

“oh, i have no doubt our army is in good hands.” henry smiles. “just so you know, annika has left to sweden, but her husband james is staying. he is already in training and i’ve been told he is excellent. i’m glad he is on our side.”

“um… i’ll keep an eye on him. he’s never been to war before, we don’t want him to die on the field.” charles lies. “if he shows us a good performance, i’ll award him with something.”

“oh, you’re generous, my friend.”

after much research, there’s no way he could keep james out of the war. there is nothing he could say, the king seems to like him a lot. a parasite.

(...)

after a busy and chaotic day, charles finally gets ready for dinner with his wife. he chooses his best clothes and when he goes down to the dining room, he doesn’t find her there. in fact, the table isn’t even set.

“where is y/n?” he asks.

“she is in the garden awaiting for your grace.” a servant says, and her smile tells her that something good is ahead.

charles makes his way to the garden and finds y/n sitting on a smaller table. she looks beautiful as always, her soft blue dress is gorgeous, and her jewels shine when moonlight hits them, giving her a special aura. she’s properly dressed for a party, even though it’s just a simple dinner, but he loves it. the moon is shining bright, and although it is a bit cold, the weather is overall lovely. it’s all perfect.

“i thought you’d forgotten about this.” she laughs.

“i wouldn’t dare.”

they both sit across from each other and the servants begin to serve them. charles is enamored, and he knows he looks stupid.

“i am sorry you weren’t able to have an appropriate birthday celebration,” she laments. “i took the liberty of making a present for you, i hope it is to your liking.”

“what is it?”

charles feels like a boy again, his curiosity always taking over his mind. a servant returns to the table with a small cake in hand. he places it in the center of the table and the duke’s mouth waters. he loves desserts, especially cakes.

“i’ve heard you have a sweet tooth, and that you particularly adore chocolate nut cake, so i decided to bake you one. i hope you enjoy it.”

the duke breaks the little chocolate nut cake and the taste is divine. of all the chocolate nut cakes he’s ever eaten, this one is the best. the best of the best. she can’t help but let out a laugh when she sees the duke sighing and letting out a brief moan of pleasure as he delights himself with the dessert.

after enjoying the cake, both go for a walk through the immense countryside, accompanied by the moon and the glow of the stars. it is increasingly difficult for charles to keep his feelings to himself, and he senses that she may be feeling the same. the change in her behavior is sudden, but it’s a good change. she wouldn’t bake him his favorite cake if she didn’t like him in the slightest… would she?

“i must say, this was the best birthday i’ve had in years. a grand party couldn’t make me as happy.” he says with a grin.

“i am glad to hear that.”

he stops in the middle of the path and holds her hands.

“and i must admit that i didn’t expect to fall in love with you so quickly.”

charles’ heart is in his mouth, because he doesn’t want to be rejected by her, but to his surprise, the duchess smiles. she looks a little shy, but he would dare say she seems happy to hear his confession.

y/n is surprised, as she didn’t think he would admit his feelings so soon. her plan is working out too quickly, which can be worrying.

with the recognition that her goal is getting closer to being achieved, y/n approaches and presses her lips against his. charles wastes no time and matches her advance. her lips taste like wine, which makes him just a tad drunk. both of her hands are pressed against his chest, and even with so many layers of clothing, she can feel his heart pounding. knowing she has a special power over a man like him is tempting, she can’t abuse it.

continuing with the “girl repentant of her mistakes” guise can be tricky, but she got to the crucial part of her plan, and if she’s sincere, it wasn’t exactly difficult, it was just… morally devious.

somehow, y/n has internalized that there is nothing more she can lose. her anguish is so deep that she fails to recognize herself. her sadness and disappointment are so strong that they have left her numb, making her not feel the impact of her actions. although she is fully aware that her plan is petty and childish, it’s the only thing that keeps her alive, and it’s sad that her motivation for living is a deep hatred of both james and herself.

“please, give me a chance. i can make you happy.” he asks in a whisper as he leans his forehead against hers, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers, making her smile again.

for a brief moment she lets herself believe charles’ words. as true as they are, she knows they were only said because of her false intent. it hurts because she had heard those words before, and only suffering followed.

“yes.”

(...)

in her quarters, y/n reflects on the night she had. her head is beyond tormented.

already in her sleeping clothes, she goes to her bed, but a noise at the window disturbs her. as she opens the curtains, she finds james struggling to keep himself on the parapet outside. she needs to stifle a scream that almost escapes her lips. her body shudders, size is the scare she takes.

she opens the window and lets him in, seeing no other option. the man drains and is panting.

“what are you doing here? how did you get in here?” she whispers in desperation.

“i needed to see you, my love.” he gasps. “i missed you terribly.”

he tries to kiss her, but she steps back.

“i am not your love anymore.” she scores. “i thought i was clear enough when i said i do not want to see you ever again.”

“you know you love me, y/n.” james says with conviction, one that is appalling. “i will duel him if necessary to have you back.”

“you have lost your mind.” she scoffs.

james makes himself comfortable on a chair and takes in her room. her room alone is much bigger than the house he planned on acquiring.

“why did you marry a swedish duchess?” she asks.

“i needed to get to you.” he says. “i met annika and as soon as i learned that she was a royal, i made her fall in love with me. it was the only way i could get to you, and for you, i’ll do anything.”

his tone is frightening, only because he’s saying what she has been doing. realizing she’s not much different than him breaks her heart in tiny little pieces.

“does she know about us?”

“no, absolutely not.” he urges. “of course, she found it quite strange when you stormed out of the queen’s birthday party, but it was no trouble, i handled her.”

james’ eyes are troubled, and she’s never seen him like that. for the first time she’s scared of him, and she isn’t so sure if she is that safe around him.

“you are insane.” she says, more to herself than to him. “james, i mean it. we are no longer together. i don’t love you anymore.”

“you’re mistaken, my love.” james insists with a terrifying smile, as he approaches her figure. he holds her in his arms, but her body is frozen in fear. “i promise you. we will be together in the end, y/n. whether you like it or not, we’re meant to be together and you know it.”

“all i know is that i am your worst enemy now, james. not charles, not my father. me. cross my path again and you’ll see what i am capable of.”

outraged, james lets her go and leaves her room by the window, where he came from.

while the duke sleeps happily in his bed, the duchess is unable to shut down her mind for a few moments. now she fears for hers and charles’ safety.

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petersasteria · 2 years

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teaser for my upcoming peter fic

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"The last thing we ever did was move in together and that was like three years ago! I want to get married-"

"You know I'm not a 'marriage' person, right?" Peter interrupted and you sighed.

"I know. I'm just saying. You don't want a kid with me either."

"That's because I'm not into the whole parenting thing." Peter defended himself.

"It's not working out anymore, Pete." You sighed sadly. You looked at Peter with tears clouding your eyes and he stared back as if nothing crucial was happening in your relationship. "How can you sit there as if this is just nothing?" You asked with a shaky breath.

"Because I've known for a while now. I just didn't tell you because I couldn't find the right time." Peter said. "I guess I've just accepted it."

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Hey, can I ask for prompt 31 from the first list with Patrick Bateman? Thank you!

Hello, love! Of course, your request is accepted! And thank you too!

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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Insatiable

Pairing: Orc!Justin Capshaw x human!female!reader

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), size kink, overstimulation, dry humping, slight dom!Justin, mentions of safe words (but no use of it), monster fucking, Justin's thick ass orc tongue. Justin Capshaw is of legal, consenting age in all my fics.

A/N: This is just a drabble I thought I'd write based on the many, many, many horny ramblings that @tumblin-theworldaway and I have 🤭

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"Oh Gods! Justin, yes! Oh fuck, deeper, baby, deeper, please!!"

The sweet sounds of your screams rang out through the isolated cabin you shared with your boyfriend. You'd lost count of how many times you've cum on his tongue. Justin's eyes fluttered happily as you thrashed underneath him, his tongue wiggling excitedly deeper and deeper into your pussy. Large olive green hands held your thighs spread for him to feast on you, your smaller human hands grab fist fulls of his short dark hair.

The men in his family always had a taste for human women, and he never understood why until he met you. Once he got a taste of your sweet smiles and sweet cunt, he was hooked. Your hips buck excitedly against his face, the thick tusks that protrude from his bottom jaw pushes into the pillowy cushion of your inner thighs. Justin used to worry about the bruises they'd leave, but when you told him you loved them because it reminds you of how good he made you feel, he made it his goal to leave them behind every time he tasted you.

"Mmmmmmmm..." he growls into your cunt, knowing that the vibrations made your toes curl, he grunts happily when he feels them push into the meat of his back. Your back begins to arch off the California King bed, your thighs trembling, he can hear the muttering of his name on your lips. You feel his ungodly thick tongue rub against your walls, searching for that spot that'll send you over the edge, your walls pulse around his tongue, a wet mixture of his drool and your cum coat your inner thighs and soak the bed beneath you.

Justin watches as your little human form tries to wiggle away from him, fighting weakly against his strong grasp. It made his painfully hard cock throb with need, the tip gushing with pre-cum as he listens to you lose yourself in the moment. His hips begining to grind down into the mattress to relieve the ache between his thighs, his thrusts matching the pace of his tongue perfectly. A surprised grunt rumbles in his chest when your walls clamp down around his tongue when it found that magic spot inside of you.

"J-JUSTIN!!" You scream as another orgasm tears through your limbs, your hands claw at his head, pleasure-filled sobs leave your swollen lips with each heavy exhale, your thighs try to close in on his head, but with a warning growl, he retches them back open to help you ride it out, his hips excitedly humping the mattress. Your moans die out into little overstimulated whimpers, your head lolling from side to side, your mind too far gone to form any words. He slides his tongue out from your sopping cunt and wraps his lips around your clit, giving it a harsh, powerful suck, you feel the same wicked tongue that was inside of you now lapping at your swollen clit. Sharp bolts of pleasure shoot through your tired body, a whine of protest leaving your lips as you push at Justin's head.

"Baby, no more, I can't, please," you beg, your sweet little voice begging for a break only makes Justin groan, his tongue giving your clit kitten licks as he reluctantly pulls back, his hips still going.

"Remember your safeword, pet?" He grunts, his eyes trained on your cunt, mesmerized at how your folds shine in the candlelight. He hears you hum in acknowledgement, "Good." Is all he says before diving back in, his thick tongue spearing into you again, making you shriek for him.

One thing's for sure: Justin's thirst for you is insatiable.

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 3 years

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To Raise Children: Chapter 1

Chris Evans X Daughter!Reader, Grandpa!Chris Evans X Flynn and Felix Evans (OCs) Tom Holland X Single-Mom!Reader (Slow Burn)

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Series Summary: It's been 4 years, your sons are starting kindergarten, you're starting junior year of college, a lot has changed.

Chapter Summary: The boys try to sneak cookies but Chris catches them.

Series Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 20, Tom is 29), absent father, mentions teen pregnancy, mentions abortion, if you see anymore please let me know politely.

Chapter Warnings:

Sequel to "It Takes A village"

Flynn snuck through the house doing his best not to make a noise. He was trying to sneak into the kitchen to get cookies. You had told him and Felix to wait until after lunch. So of course Felix was on lookout duty while Flynn snuck into the kitchen. You were doing laundry, and Chris was on the phone in the dining room. Flynn had to be extra sneaky because Chris can see the kitchen from the Dining room. Flynn ducked behind the counter before making his way to the cookie jar.

"Whatcha doing there?" Chris asked leaning over the island looking at his grandson.

"Uh admiring floor with Dodger," Flynn said pointing to the dog who was sleeping on the floor.

"Mhm, Felix! Come here!" He exclaimed and the other boy come hurrying in.

"Yes, Poppy?" The boy smiles innocently.

"Don't tell your mom," Chris said before handing them both a cookie. "Run along now and this stays between us." The boys smiled before running off with the cookies. Chris chuckled shaking his head.

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You started cosmetology school again in a week. Your sons start Kindergarten the same week. A part of you was happy about it cause child care is expensive and despite doing school at home, you still worked out of the house. The other part of you was sad cause your babies were growing up.

Now, of course with the boys being in public school you can put a few more dollars each month toward buying a home. You also put what you had leftover of your college fund to it as well. You want to move out of your dad's home soon. You know Chris didn't care if you lived there. So you had that going for you.

You put 50 dollars into your savings every payday. And you had 300 dollars left over from your college fund. You started saving for a house when you were 17, so now at twenty years old you have, 5,500 dollars saved up. You knew it would take you a while to buy a house or even to rent. Really the only reason you have extra spending money to use on your kids is that you don't have to pay anything to live with Chris, sure you bought everything for Flynn and Felix, including their favorite snacks. But Chris paid for the house and the groceries. He just expected you to help around the house obviously. You also watched dodger whenever your dad was away.

He secretly liked you living with him, and especially loved being around his grandsons all the time. He also knew it was so much cheaper and easier for you if you lived with him rather than renting since rent is over 2k for a two-bed apartment. Plus you having to buy all your groceries. You'd be struggling to pay for everything. He also knows you're too stubborn to let him help with anything except babysitting occasionally.

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runawayolives · 3 months

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So for baby daddy Nate: when they are older and married reader can't handle anymore and they both fight she ask for divorce but the kid hear it.? Hope you write about this.

This isn't canon, I think.

This belongs to Baby Daddy.

"I think we should get a divorce."

"What?"

"I said that I think we should get a divorce."

"I heard you the first time."

The Jacobs' household was soaked in silence, the two young adults in the kitchen after setting their kid to bed. Nate was sitting on the armchair near the kitchen island, while she was cleaning the remaining of dinner. He stood up, walking towards his wife, invading her personal space.

"Can I know where this is coming from?" The faucet had been dripping for a bit, probably because it knew breaking the silence was its new task.

"I don't think we need to be married." Her hand was gripping a damp towel, hyper-focusing in a little circle of coffee from that morning. "We aren't a married couple, we're just two adults living in a house and raising a child."

"Who's fault is that?"

"Don't blame me." The circle was finally gone. "You were the one who married a woman who never wanted you." Their eyes met for the fist time since they put their child to bed.

"Don't say that shit."

"Mommy? Daddy? I'm thirsty." Both young adults turned around to look at the small figure standing by the hallway. The way they were gripping the doorway and their half hidden body proved that the child had been there for longer.

"Mommy will get you some." Quickly she turned around to fill a plastic cup with water. "Here hon. Do you need help going back to bed?"

"I want daddy to do it." Those big brown eyes were too hard to deny, making Nate walk forward.

"Come on, Jojo, I'll read you another story." He lifted his child to his hip, somehow still dwarfing the child, as if they hadn't grown since they were still a baby.

"Goodnight mommy."

"Goodnight, baby."

The staircase was full of picture frames of the young family, at the park, the zoo, on christmas. Endless memories that his stupid wife wanted to throw away because she was a quitter and a coward.

"What were you and mommy talking about?"

"Nothing you have to worry about."

"You were mad. Is mommy in trouble? Should she sit on the step?" Jojo was the most terrifying child Nate had ever met. The big eyes, the big cheeks and their calm nature made them look like a small victorian child that had seen too much. Jojo had a normal childhood, two parents that loved them, friends, and two set of grandparents that spoiled the kid a bit too much. Normal, very normal child.

Nate thought all the weird things that came out of Jojo were her fault. She burdened their child, he knew it. Jojo played like any other kid, Jojo had the same taste buds as any other kid. But Jojo asked uncomfortable questions and would stare at you for a bit too long, as if the five year-old was trying to figure you out.

She spent too much time raising the child, got bored because she's a stupid selfish bitch and decided to treat Jojo like an adult. Too many books, too many paintings and too many museums.

Jojo loved their mom, and Nate was envious. Not because Jojo didn't love Nate, but because looking at them proved what relationships between mother and child could be. Martha hadn't been present, she was home, and she picked him up from school, but his dad was the one in charge of raising him.

Seeing Jojo and Y/N somehow was the Universe or whatever entity rubbing it his face. You had the potential for having this, but you didn't.

The white walls of his kid's room were covered in little scribbles on the wall, something they hadn't bothered in correcting as long as it was only in these walls. The dinosaur lamp was still on, spreading the room in the light green light. Some story books were laying on the ground, and some books. Original versions of classics such as Little Women and To kill a mockingbird laid besides The very humgry caterpillar and The Giving tree.

During the walk up and the small back rubs Nate was giving Jojo, the five-year old had fallen asleep, long eyelashes tickling their cheeks. The toddler was set on the brand new ocean life bed sheets, their latest obsession, and immediately started hugging the handmade-crochet whale they had made with their mom's help.

After setting the kid to sleep and kissing their small forehead, Nate went downstairs. His wife was were he left her, this time with a mug between her hands.

"If you think I'll give you a divorce and let you separate me from my son, you're way stupider than I thought."

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runawayolives2 · 2 years

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So, I’ve updated myself on the latest F1 news, and I have to say, I’m very disappointed in Max.

I know people have different opinions on the matter, but I’ve come to my decision, which is that I don’t think I’m comfortable writing more stuff for him.

I try to be an ally as much as I can, and I like to think I’ve improved since I decided to educate myself on the matter, and not just say I’m against racism. On my “journey”, one of the hardest things for me was to speak up whenever a friend or family member would say something that was not okay concerning race.

I believe that me still writing for Max Verstappen, is like not speaking up whenever I heard something racist said by my friends and/or family. I know writing more for him is going to be a step back for me, and I don’t want to lose my progress just because I find a guy attractive.

I don’t care what you think.

I’ve read posts of people saying that Max doesn’t own anyone an explanation, or a post saying that he’s against of what Piquet said, but I don’t see it like that. Other people say he’s in a tough situation, and I don’t think that’s a reason good enough. If you’re against racism, you’re against racism, simple as that. And he has proven that he isn’t against it, and I won’t excuse his behavior.

I hope you understand my choice, and don’t start a debate in the comments. If you do, which I hope you don’t, I will block you.

#max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #f1 #Lewis hamilton #nelson piquet #Red Bull racing #Verstappen #MV33 #runawayolives

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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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Under His Eye Chapter 5

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Summary: a runaway handmaid sends Serena spiralling into despair and you and Henry have to do some damage control which lands you in hot water with your husband after speaking out of turn. However despite Offred's disappearance your own baby shower goes ahead as planned. Because Serena can suck it!

Warnings: swearing, light smut?, raunchy, gilead ridiculousness, patriarchal bs, heated Confrontation, spanking, domestic discipline.

A/N: so here is chapter 5 for this fic, im unsure if anyone is actually waitingmfor it but if you aremim sorry it took so long, i had to keep tweakingnthe plot because id had it all, out of order lol. I do hope you enjoy this one though.

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You staggered through the house following the raised voices and loud banging like someone was kicking something. Stopping at the top of the stairs you looked over the banister down seeing Molly wave you down wanting you to come and help calm down the men. You frowned wrapping your gown around you tighter and slowly glided down the stairs, only to see a worried looking Chris as he marched right through the house from the front door that had just been slammed.

He was cursing under his breath stalking behind an angry Henry and Jai. You slipped into Henry's office bare feet padding on the wooden floor. Hovering by the door nervously. You watched warily, eyeing all three men. Henry was furious, more angry then you'd ever seen him. And thats said something. His fury seemed more vicious then when he had been present while you were struck by an aunts cattle prod in your own home in the capital.

You could remember the fear as you'd landed on the rug in your own livingroom, the metalic taste of blood pouring into your mouth from the split lip administered by the hateful woman. But it was not fear of the woman. But fear for her as henry had marched over to her with a look that cpuld kill. You'd never forget it, the look of someone who could snuff out life in a instant, it had been the only time you'd seen the true beast he had been on the battlefields. The real reason for everyones fear. Underneath the elegance and casual cruelty he dished out on the elite henry was a savage. Wild and angry at this place and those in control. Its why you belived him when he said he was gojng to destroy this place.

Henry stalked to and fro that very same look on his face now, but somehow angrier. It sent a chill down your spine. He looked ready to kill, in this instance he looked like the once merciless soilder he was. Huge hulking mass of male that had been one of gileads finest killing machines. It made your tummy churn just being in the same room as him. You felt sorry for whoever ignited his temper, you dont think they will be alive much longer.

Henry's pacing finally came to a halt and sat down then slammed a hand on his desk. Jai had settled by the book case and leaned on to it just as tense and Chris was sitting holding his head in his hands, pulling at his hair cursing trying to get a hold of himself. You sighed and walked slowly past the other men to your husband who was now hunched over his desk palms flat eyes closed breathing deep trying to calm himself.

"H-Henry? Are you? What's wrong my love?" You asked quietly moving slowly around the desk he twisted his head following you and stood up right opening his arms. You walked forward getting swallowed up in his arms. He pulled you close your little tummy pressed between you one of his hands moved cupping the side of your full womb. You moved holding his hand tighter relishing in the warm palm cupping the small swell. He swayed you slowly tucking your head below his chin and kissed your head.

"Offred's missing" was the terse reply from him, his voice growling with a deep rumble.

"She? Offred's wh-WHAT HOW SHE WAS JUST!" You lost your cool when he finally spoke, you pulled away gasping searching his eyes. You were scared, the fear was clear making Henry sigh. He hushed you rubbing your stomach slowly, his hand sliding quickly over the cotton night gown with ease. You could see his mind working, Intelligent blues flicking to and fro across the others mind racing as if trying to figure out a puzzle. You took a few seconds trying to let the news sink in wetting your lips in concern before attempting to speak you wanted to prod at him but didn't want to interrupt his thoughts and throw him off solutions.

"What? Did....Did we? Was it mayday?" You asked eyeing him getting ready to pull away wanting to give him some space but he held you tighter finding holding you and your children comforting. Thumb still tracing over the soft material of your night dress. He knew what was worrying you, you didn't want to risk anything you didn't want to think your happiness could be torn apart so quickly.

"No it wasn't us, I have watched her I was going to but... then i- you made me promise. I decided before dojng anything I should consult you first, to ask for your thoughts on the matter. Its not just me im risking anymore. I see that, now more then ever" he admitted slowly casting his eyes you your tummy. You froze, he listened. He truly listened to you, understood your fear and put you and your children first. You smiled sadly eyes watering whilst you placed our hand over his, curljngn your fingers between his, locking your hands together.

"Th-thank you Henry... that- means more to me then you'll ever know" you uttered feeling completely overwhelmed. Henry had always been your sweet husband, but even he kept his secrets and did his duty, chased his own justice. To think he would pause and want your approval over somethkng before acting, was a huge thing in gilead. Even in your loving marriage.

"As much as im going to bring down gilead, that mission will never ever be more important than the saftey of my family. I just never got the chance to ask love, we have a visit to Canada on the table its been occupying most of my time, need to sabotage it somehow, and then the interagation and execution the pregnancy worries-i have been running around like a headless chicken" he explained you nodded you knew he has been trying to sort out the who should go and negotiate the new trade deals in canada now that the world had finally realised that Gilead was here to stay. And you had both been acclimatising and building your information networks. You took a deep breath shaking your head swallowing dryly trying to find out what would happen from here.

"Then who? If it wasnt mayday then who took her? How does a handmaid just disappear?" You questioned frantically you couldn't help the churning in your gut, the Waterford's... Serena wont let this go! Your attention was then on Jai who began to explain what was going on.

"No one knows Nick the eye in her house he tried to get her out used mayday but not enough people knew the plan, so things went south and no one knows where she is. Mayday's gone quiet they don't like moving red tags" your driver explained the room stayed quiet an unsettled tense atmosphere fell over you all.

"As of now they down right refuse to even talk to them, let alone help them out" Chris added. This was bad an unplanned rescue could cost many lives. This wouldn't be easy to cover up. Serena wont let a baby slip through her fingers she was too desperate, she'd sooner die then let 'her baby' go. As much as it pained everyone Offred would have to be found. You felt sick.

"Fuck Henry we need to find her she has to be in a safe house large enough to hide her for weeks maybe months we could start looking-" you were cut off by your husband swiftly shaking his head. You froze letting out a breath then began to speak again panicked but he beat you to it.

"No we don't...I'm sorry but we can't get to involved if I find her I'd have to bring her back, I'm not risking her freedom like that we just have to hope she is safe..."

"But Henry we could go get her!"

"And then what love? Drag her back here? Ruin the only chance she could have at escape? Ruin the trust you have with the girls? Somehow explain that we know where the safe houses are?" You slumped disappointed but you understood despite wanting to help it was tricky. If you get her out you could be caught helping a 'terrorist' and if you brought her back you destroyed her chance, the handmaids trust in you. It had bee hard fought but they did, they had been comingmto ou, passing messages through whispers and guardians to prompt a suprize visit to their postings and report to henry any rule bending and abuse.

IF you fohndnoffred so quickly Henry would have to answer some tricky questions too. You sighed and nodded agreeing with your husband, it was hard butthis was howmit had tk be, you had to find her but not so quickly as to raise suspicion. He turned nodding stiffly and looked to the other men. Chris growled clearly upset with the verdict.

"Fear not. We are not retrieving her yet we sit back and let things play out naturally, give her enough time for a proper escape attempt before really pulling in our contacts. Jai can't you talk to Nick...We could try and ask what's going on?" Henry added eyeing the man who had been very calm about this as apposed to Chris who looked ready to blow a gasket.

"Its to risky Hen he is stuck up the capitals ass vying to be a commander but i get the feeling its not because he wants the house and pay... I don't trust him" Jai explained which made you frown that didn't make sense.

"But surely he is trust worthy he got Offred out or tried to" you stated trying to find out what exactly had gone on. Henry crossed his arms shifting on his feet you hovered around him still one hand placed to your small bump more out of habit.

"He didn't do it out of kindness he did it out of selfishness" Chris added a dark tone to his voice eyes glazed over slightly staring at the floor for some reason this was getting to him.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Henry asked Chris was being really vague and ominous. Chris tutted shaking his head at everyone he didn't seem that surprized.

"He has invested interests with her. The baby's his, thought it was a rumour but apparently one of the guards saw Serena taking Offred into nicks room she was looking over her shoulder the whole time super shifty... Nick denied the rumours But now? Nick getting her out? Must be true! Serena finally figured out Waterford's impotent so got Offred to sleep with Nick... Nicks the father he's protecting his child not necessarily Offred. We can't trust him he has done this spare of the moment it was sloppy, foolish, Desperate" Chris spoke clear despite the anger on his face he looked guilty? Like he was regretting not following up on the rumour and confronting nick. If he had maybe they could have helped and Offred would be out already. Henry took a deep breath

"She'll be back it pains me to say but she will be dragged back here and by god Serena will put her through hell for this" Henry nodded agreeing with Jai still eyeing Chris who was obviously beating himself up over it all.

"kidnapping we are going around there today to give our thoughts and prayers about their kidnapped handmaid." Chris growled shaking his head at your husband and kicked a chair in anger.

"FUCK SAKE! Your really going to give them a scapegoat!! Henry we could have the Waterford's hung for this!! The perfect karma killed by the world they helped to fucking create!" You shuffled back alarmed squeaking hiding around Henry closing your eyes shaking. Panic you pinched at Henry's shirt since Gilead you have a dislike of loud voice's. Chris gained on you and Henry, furious with the idea of helping the Waterford's. Henry snapped his gaze to him pointing at him clearly signalling him to cool it and back up one hand wrapping around your from behind him as you released shaky breaths trying not to have an anxiety attack.

"And they will! But I'm not putting down two innocents along with them, they don't take anyone with them and I'm not making a fucking orphan. Nick will owe me if I can dispose of the Waterford's and get his child and Offred out...For me to do that I need her back here! He is trying to become a commander we could end up with another commander in our back pocket" Jai shrugged from his spot finally speaking up again eyeing Chris.

"He's right we always knew this was the long game Chris... Another commander is better then four people on the wall and a orphaned baby" he reasoned putting his hands in his pockets, Chris took a step back sighing and nodded reluctantly.

"I...I can see where your coming from, sorry Henry I just.." he said and sat in one of the club chairs flicking his gaze to you who was still somewhat hiding behind Henry. Chris was a large imposing man and frightening when angry.

"Y/n... I'm sorry I forgot please I-come here" you looked to Henry who nodded patting your hip coaxing you to 'make up' and rushed around your husband, arms open flinging yourself into Chris letting him give you a reassuring hug rubbing your back.

"Im sorry" you whispered still shaken, it wasntthat you thought he would hurt you, but anger did starnge things to people in gilead. You didn't want chris to loose himself in it like so many did. It'd ruin such a sweet man, becuase he was a sweet man really. A gentle giant, just like your husband.

"No no, its me i should remember to keep my temper in check when your here" he hummed pressing a kiss to your head relaxing into the embrace befor patting your back and stepping away from you. Sometimes he just needed a hug tosort himself out. You blinked up at him and then spun as jai quickly came scampering over arms out stretched with a smirk.

"Hey ma don't play favourites~" he quipped making you roll your eyes at him but hug him nonetheless. You giggled at the nickname even chirs gave an amused snort.

Henry smiled at the scene then walked around his desk again and leant back on it with a small huff rubbing the bridge of his nose. He was stiff as a board, the sleeves of his shirt pulling tight the seams fighting his biceps, they were fighting a loosing battle, he'd torn his fair share or them in the past and you doubted this particular shirt will be a match for the mans sculpted body.

"Kidnapping will suffice I'd save Offred if I could Jai... Chris I want you to be my eyes and ears on this, can you keep and ear out try to throw the eyes off her if you find her but I don't want to know about it are we clear?" he instructed holding out a palm to you as you slowly glided back to his side, drawn to him like a magnet

"crystal I'll tell the others too"

"So that's it? We just have to wait?" You said getting irritated yourself more at how helpless you were in this particular situation. Henry smiled ushered you around the club chairs and sofas towards the door shaking his head.

"No we go pay them a visit, damage control love go get yourself dressed and grab your coat, we can stop at their house before word gets out, quickly get your things hurry now" you smiled sadly nodding and opened the door quickly leaving the room. It was clear there were things he wanted to say with you out of earshot, you didn't really mind the less you knew the better you suspected.

You found yourself inside the Waterford's dark dreary home in the sitting room. There was a heavy mournful air to the room as the martha-Rita brought in a tray of tea one cup with slices of ginger in it obviously for you.

"Commander Waterford I came to inform you that I am personally taking charge of this case" henry spoke stiffly to the man who was almost shaking in anger. He was haughty and wound tight with worry, it was more 'how dare anyone take his handmaid' and less about her safety and the baby.

"Oh thank you commander Cavill but we are all doing our bit to try and trace my child I thank you for your visit, it is kind of you we appreciate your support in this difficult time" Fred said moving to sit by Serena the woman was in a catatonic state just staring off into space with a dead still kind of fury. She was going to be harder to deal with until Offred was located.

"This is not just a social call... I have news that I feel I should share with you. We have Not located your child yet but I know what has happened. And i feel it is only right to inform you of the secret nature of this disappearance. She did not go willingly, well she did but not as you think" Serena looked up to Henry tears in her eyes yet a blank stare and rocked slowly on her shoes shaking her head then looked back to the floor scoffing a defeated woman. A sardonic sorrow. She was so upset she had become but a shell.

"Mrs Waterford I understand how this seems but I give you my word she was protecting your child-" Henry tried to explain but the woman snapped at him breaking into gut wrenching sobs.

"How!? How is this!?-She left! She did this to hurt us-to hurt and humiliate me! As she always does! This was done on purpose-" Henry eyed Fred who stood strong and stoic behind the seat his wife was crumbling in, he didn't move to comfort her trying to look the strong man of the house. Henry growled and moved crouching before the blonde placing a comforting hand on her back patting it lightly as she broke of into almost hysterical crying unable to catch her breath as she fell to pieces.

"No Mrs Waterford it was not... There are terrorist's who's aim to try to stop Gilead from having children... By any means, they try to smuggle them out or..." Fred looked worried frowning as the alternative was left in the air. You moved replacing Henrys hand to Serena's back you didn't feel for her you were rooting for Offred, like run bitch run! But you had to appear as though you were mourning this loss.

"They could hurt my baby!?" She cried you quickly held her seeing Fred still wasn't going to fucking lift finger.

"No! Serena no they wont they haven't! If they had we...We would have found the child and your handmaid at the clinic" you tried consoling the woman much to your own disgust. Henry took over explaining in simple terms to Fred.

"They target pregnant women they are easier to get out then children and more compliant. They are given a choice these animals threatened your child... Its how they operate they offer the handmaid a deal something along the lines of come with us or we cut out the child now." Henry spoke, trying to sooth both serena who loo,ed ready to shatter into a million pieces and fred who was livid he had no knowledge of such terrorists.

"This isn't the first time a handmaid had gone missing and it probably wont be the last" henry had excuses. Up until recently you'd believed them to be true but now you were unsure. Henry said there were these baby snatcher terrorists, it was clever when you thought about it, such matters were not discussed with commanders outside of the capital because according to Gilead there were no terrorists or resistance. So no one would be able to argue with him, it also painted the handmaid in a better light, if she were found and brought back she wouldn't be hung for 'heresy' it kept her alive, but to keep Offred off the wall if she returned you'd need to be convincing.

"They aren't empty threats Fred. I've seen it but now you know you have to keep it quiet discretion is the only thing we have from stopping these groups gaining any ground. She left without a struggle to protect your baby. Belive it or not thought handmaid do not get to keep these children they love them and will protect them with their lives" henry added making it clear to fred that the baby will be safe and henry expecting the commanders full discretion and cooperation. Fred nodded tilpingnhis head curtly and henry cast his attention to serena as you held her softly rubbing her lower back.

"Mrs Waterford I promise you, I have got every angel in this district out looking for your baby, guards are checking every single vehicle on the borders. Every handmaid is being looked over and every martha to. Wpi will find her and I've called Apostles Marshall and Syverson to search their own districts as they are bordering ours" he added trying to make you her smile and trust him. She gave a tiny smile and nodded sniffling trying to stop her weeping. She appreciated it, and was beginning to realise having the cavills as allies would be better then being at logger heads.

"Your baby will be found and returned to you. I promise you Serena, they will be returned to you safe and sound I'd gladly offer any other help to you and your Martha I trust this is hitting you women harder" Serena sniffled gaining her composure wiping at her eyes resting on you lightly but pulled away feeling the slight bulge of your stomach. She gasped seeing it and tears began welling again. She stared longingly at the small rise in your belly. You sighed and grabbed her hand placing it on your tummy making her gasp and instinctively pull away.

"Its fine Serena... You can... I can be a belly replacement for you until you have your baby back... Its not much but its something...You never know if we have opposite sexes we may be in laws one day~" she smiled softly moving her hand slowly.

"You... Thank you, your to kind Mrs Cavill..." she smiled and shook her head quickly wiping her eyes sniffing as Henry and Fred spoke tactics. Serena quickly placed a fake smile and swallowed pulling herself together and nodded to your tummy.

"Sorry I meant to ask how is your child?" She managed to get out sounding strained. You moved placing your hand on your children and smiled you'd save the news of twins for another day you have no doubt that this little truce will come to an end soon and it would be a nice blow to save for later.

"Healthy thankfully perfectly formed and I cant thank god enough for his blessing" you spoke with a light voice she nodded smiling.

"Praised be... I-I saw mine a small white splotch but still a miracle and then... We had only left for a few moments and that was enough for her to be taken... How? How could it be so fast?" She asked getting upset again you grit your teeth wanting to shout at her to scream 'what do you expect, you held her down as Fred raped her and are going to steal her baby!' But held your tongue you were a wife. A Madonna and would live up to your title.

"The most hurtful and tragic thing are always the fastest..." you uttered but she almost scoffed, almost as if saying 'what would you know about loss?'. It annoyed you, you'd lost more then her, gone threw much more then she could ever imagine. Whist she was here with her pretty flowers and dresses you were out there, watching people die in the streets and get burned alive, tortured and hanged as you ran trying to hide from the eyes and soldiers that would sooner rape you then kill you.

She had no idea of the brutality of this world she helped build, not a clue to just how evil it was at its core. Perhaps its time she opened her eyes to the suffering and rotting values that was eating this country alive. Serena tipped her head away making to dismiss you but you had other plans, you held her hand tighter to your tummy. You began speaking clearing your throat speaking loud enough for everyone to hear.

"When I lost my family it was... Seconds the angels of faith just bombed the houses... A flash of light deafening sound and wave of heat like I'd never felt before and that was it my parents and sister and nephews lives snuffed out like that." You spoke slowly remembering the event that had left you in this evil place alone and afraid. Serena frowned and probably thinking for the first time just what you'd been through, you could see guilt cross her face and she shook her head.

"Bombs? They-they bombed the residents?" She asked and looked to the two men Henry nodded solemnly and Fred looked away. He hadn't told Serena the grizzly details of the war the less she knew the better. You turned to Henry giving him an opening to take over. He looked to you and turned facing Fred and Serena slowly nodding.

"Yes...The sons of Jacob had a vote it was unanimous the angels- We... My unit and many others were ordered to start pushing back the civilians, then we were told to fire at will and then it was all out attacks on areas that were resisting so we did, we attacked sometimes floor by floor shootings and other times tanks and bombs were used to clear out the areas. We had to,cause enough panic to chase the women into the forces behind for sorting" Henry explained to the woman her face got more and more upset, unlike Fred Henry will not lie to Serena he wanted her to know just what she had caused in helping create this world.

"No...That cant be unanimous? Fred you voted to kill civillian's?" Fred glared at Henry, he was happy to have his wife live in her little fantasy of everything being polished and clean that everyone just went along with the regime. He shook his head to her and scoffed at her.

"It was a war Serena you think they bowed to Gilead willingly? Surely you can't be that naïve? Did what i had to do to give you this life" He spoke not even trying to justify his actions every cell in his body was screaming, he was soo desperate to try and dominate the space. Fred's desire to look more powerful then he really was almost laughable. He was trying to hard, soo hard that he managed to look and sound like a boy trying to be a man of integrity, it was like watching a little thug try to play sheriff that fumbling fool like disposition.

"Some of our forces went a little trigger happy but they only ever attacked rebels-" Fred said trying to make excuses for the cowardice the sons of Jacob showed in the war. They new they couldn't win so they all became war criminals and ordered the murder of thousands of innocents to make examples of them.

"I wasn't- nor were my parents or sister-" you snapped at him non to pleased with his dismissive blanket tone.

"Well your sister was an adulteress, a second marriage? Marriage is until death, there are no divorces in the lords eye" You growled snapping your head up to the weasel of a man, he froze locked in your gaze, for a second there was no Gilead, no ranks of wife or commander. There was just Fred, a cowardly man trapped in the furious gaze of a young woman. And he didn't know what to do.

"So she and her son deserved death? Because her first husband left her for a younger woman? One of his college students? He left her. Not the other way around and id ask you to hold your tongue on matters you kmow nothing about commander" you grunted trying to hold your nerve as fred tried to bait you into an argument.

"I was just stating an opinion mrs cavill, everything happens for a reason. God knows all and sees all." Fred dissmissed trying to use the excuse like every male did in gilead when there was no reason for their shitty behaviour. Blame god.

"So you belive god himself saw fit to burn my alive? Even if that were the case and yoh were indeed carying out gods will, it does not change the fact that we were tourists. And you nor your government had any right to murdur my parents." You questioned him not letting his comments slip through his fingers. Serena may pander to her jphusbands idiocy but you will not.

"War is war mrs cavill, it was a long bloody battle but in the end gilead prevailed."

"The war had broke out a week before! One week Commander Waterford. There wasn't any resistance or fighting or anything in the street, the soldiers came down the street and just started firing killing people. Everyone panicked my mother sent me to the basement she ran back up to get my sister but was to late...The tank destroyed most of the houses and I was trapped under the rubble for days and the last time I saw my parents they were... Mangled fucking burnt corpses- my nephew was charred still in his bassinet!" you seethed at the haughty commander. Fred looked uncomfortable, his usual smug face now set in stone. But you could see it, the weakness in his eyes. The fear he held for women clear as day. And by god he had a right to be, he was scared- a woman fearing male that had thrown his lot in with gilead to save him from ever faceing a womans fury again.

Because there was nothing that frightened patriarchy more then a scorned woman. Even if it was just a tiny piece of gilead it would feel your wrath, hear your roar. And hopefully other's would follow.

"Y/n that is enough" Henry spoke firm his voice leaving no room for argument and you stopped talking immediately you knew a warning when you heard one. You turned the image crossing your mind again something you desperately wanted to forget but couldn't. There had been no skin, no fat. Bodies covered in charcoal like substance pieces of bone peering up at you, teeth and jaws. The rancid smell of human decay and roasted flesh, the tinyiest hint of your mother perfume. Youd been silent in your mourning needing to be carefull. The soldiers ahd moved on but some stayed to catch survivours. After ten mineuts or so youd got the courage to take your parents wedding rings, tucking them in to your bra and salvaged a family photo youd had done. Before packing a bag and leaving and searching for your documents bu5 they were burned in the blaze.

Henry sucked in a breath and breathed out heavy. You should not have done that, you could not speak out of turn to a Commander. Henry turned to Fred who was a little gobsmacked men soon forget what it feels like to be challenged by a woman in Gilead.

You took a slow breath looking away from Fred. The temptation to cuss him out was too much. Instead you flicked your eyes to the two other women in the room, both were equally shocked by your outburst.

"People die in war, its a cruel reality mrs cavill, my condolences that you suffered so. It was never our intention to ruin a happy home, nor to strand such a young girl here all alone. But god works in mysterious ways" fred added tryingnto drive another nail into the already tender wound he had reopned.

"Indeed he does. I was a tourist, a fleeing teenager,a victim, a prisoner and now i stand here before you as one of the highest ranking women in the country that took everythign from me. A story like that makes me almost belive the al mighty has plans for me" you said holding you head high once again with a serene smile.calm but frightfully so, eerie standing straight with all the poise of a prowling big cat. Patient and deadly. Fred had to look away as you stared him down. It was only when henry placed a warm palm to your back you looked away from the cowardly commander letting him relax.

Serena still seemed to be reeling from the news that she was indeed married to a genocidal maniac. But it was Rita that surprized you, the normally downtrodden woman had a small flame burning in her eyes, embers that would one day grow. You gave a tiny tip of your head to her, unnoticed by the others. She smiled for a second and looked to the floor, she knew.

The fact of the matter was women were much more patient then men, women held grudges and could adapt quickly. It was in your genes, your very evolution was entirely based on your ancestors self preservation instincts. Women had always been prey, even before Gilead. Women knew they were hunted. Its why you'd walked home with your longest key held tight in your fist. Why there was a hidden pepper spray in the front pocket of your bag. Why you'd overthink and be aware of your surroundings, made sure you texted friends and relatives on the way home.

Women know how to survive and the men of Gilead forgot that and soon?... Soon they will remember, soon the victimised women of Gilead would stop biding their time, stop their observation and burn this place to the ground. But today wasn't that day. Today you had to bite your tongue and let these cowards have here victories.

"I apologise for my wife Commander Waterford, today has been a trying day for all of us. I fear its my fault, i pulled her fro her rest so she could sooth serena. But make no mistakes I will deal with her out burst, come love. It's time to go I can see this is getting to much and I don't want you to stress any more. All this excitement is bad for the baby" Henry said walking around to you pressing a heavy hand on your shoulder squeezing lightly before patting you to stand up.

You did so in jerky movements and turned to Serena with a look of sorrow. Then moved stepping beside your husband as he rounded the sofa winding and arm around your waist palm cupping your swollen stomach. A small act of reassurance, he wasn't angry just upset. Concerned. You'd been doing so well and it had been a long time since you had opened up about your parents and their fate, to have Fred try to justify their murder was hard.

"I suppose I can forgive Mrs Cavill for her outburst, see commander Cavill this what I meant younger women are prone to this behaviour they need correcting often." Fred said smugly walking around to Serena who was still frozen in place. Still trying to register the fact Fred- her Fred had voted for genocide and seemed proud of it. It shook her to the core as she realised just how many have probably died all because she wanted a baby... A baby that was getting further and further from her reach.

Henry glared at Fred and Serena, you could see Rita shrink somehow picking up the change in Henry before anyone else. You looked away to the side as much as you wanted to enjoy the little show, the scolding and verbal beatdown Fred was about to endure you also knew Henry was... Well not angry but he was unimpressed that you'd slipped up and put him in a position where he had to make it known he will correct you... And you also knew it was no act. You'd be punished once home and it wasn't even the slight pain of a spanking or discomfort of Henry plugging you or having you sitting in the corner in a stress position. No.

It was more the dissapointment, you knew he was going to be upset with you. It made your stomach drop, you prided yourself on atleast being the woman he needed you to be in this hell hole. You loved this man and strived to help him and support him as much as you possibly could. You sort of felt indebted to him, he said it was silly but you couldnt help it he saved you. He rescued you from the red centre, kept you safe and fed. He taught you all you needed to know to survive. He was even the one who pushed you to apply yourself and study for your position of a royal blue.

It had been terrifying having to achieve so much just to have some more freedom, but he wanted that for you. He wanted you to be safe and even though you'd had to watch torture of rebels, sit in and watch how the handmaids were indoctrinate, the punishments, a ceremony everything! You'd had to be there and see the brutality of this world and not flinch. You had to watch and order these excruciating atrocities just so you were above them. So you were safe and somewhat untouchable.

But Henry had helped you through it for your own good and even though you had been scared and horrified at the time he never once said you couldn't do it, he never once left you to suffer alone. He was there for you. And in turn you were supposed to be there for him, be the woman he needed the woman he deserves. It hurt when you messed up.

"I think Commander Waterford you'll find this is the hormones. I know it can be hard to understand; especially when you yourself have never had to navigate the ever changing moods of a pregnant woman. But this is the reality of his devine miracle" you released a breath as Henry. Your incredibly tactile intelligent husband, somehow managed to turn this around, spin this little slip up around and use your mistake to poke at the Waterford's. Cutting them with jabs and smug words.

Henry rubbed your back soothing you a little letting you relax a little as you understood he had everything under control, you hadn't damaged his reputation. If anything you were helping prove just how cunning he was, giving henry the opportunity to flaunt his skills and let the Waterford's see just how much of a threat henry could be if he so chooses.

"Which would make sense, you see we were informed just this morning that her hormones are much higher then they should be, double in fact. It bodes well for this and future pregnancies. These out bursts are a small, price to pay for a fertile wife who will fulfil her role as my true wife impeccably, for that I am grateful. For I will pay any price to have my wife produce me many children in the future." Henry bit out with venom, the cold acidic words burned into Fred's ears like a blasphemous taunt. The mans eyes narrowed and he bowed his head a little taking a step back. You took a second to revel at your husband, even when your behaviour slipped he would not only come out on top but defend you with the upmost certainty... And very viciously.

And the fact that the lesser commander would back down within his own home was something to note. Admire even, your henry truly did rule with an iron fist. Where ever he roamed in his district he was king... The king of any castle he set foot in. And somehow that knowledge made your own misdemeanour that much worse.

Rita was almost cowering in the corner, eye you subtly with a worried look as your husband wielded his words carefully keeping both Waterford's holding their breath. She looked frightened, and mournful as if she feared for your safety. You cast the Martha a glance and tipped you head to her reassuring her that everything is okay. Making her frown slightly but a small nod from you made her relax a little.

You had to say you'd only seen the woman three maybe four times. You liked her, she was thick skinned and played her part well. You'd say you had something akin to friendship with her. A bit like you did with Offred, though not close to them, they and a few others seemed to understand you were here to help them.

It may help that Henry had made it known there were five heavy handed gaurds sent to the colonies for 'unnecessarily damaging handmaids and useful Martha's' all of which was arranged by Henry after a few women had reached out to you on the very few occasions you'd managed outings in between your sickness and fatigue. So it was safe to say you were earning trust in the lower ranks which was always a good thing. And with the wives and commanders? Well there was progress there too, somewhat.

As it turns out Naomi was not as close to Serena as one might think. In fact the woman was a two faced kiss ass just like her husband. You'd wriggled your way in and managed to gain her favour- but you were unsure how genuine it was afterall everyone in Gilead wants to be on the winning team. And you and Henry were definitely winning.

You were snapped out of your musings by Henry speaking once more a low tone, his ire at your blunder being unleashed onto the snivelling tosspot in front of him. You looked past Fred, focusing on the... Gaudy wall behind him instead as Henry growled.

"And just to make things clear- not that i need to but i want our wives difference's to be abundantly clear commander-this will be the first correction in our year of marriage." He sneered at Fred stalking toward him with slow heavy steps. Ominous and dark, tense and venomous with his words. Your husband stopped a few inches infront of the snivling weaker male and grinned tilting his head to the side. His simle turned vindictive and vicious.

"Yet? Did you not have to correct your own wife not two days ago? Not well enough as she was acting above her station this morning at the clinic and at the execution. I don't miss much, your wife is below mine-as you are below me." Henry hissed before motioning to himself and you.

"An apostle and pregnant madonna" he said with a sadistic smile placing his hand on your tummy smothing the large palm over you children. You flushed, batting your lashes to henry unable to resist the way your husband belittled fred with ease.

"And then you- a lowly commander and teal who needs a handmaid to bring her children into the world becuase god has seen fit to make you barren"

"Id advise you both to stop trying my patience. See that your teals nails are clipped or i shall put an end to this pettiness myself and hand her over to the eyes for the discipline she sorely needs..." Henry seethed wiping the smirk of Fred's face. Henry tutted and glance at a frozen Serena then back to Fred with a slow predatory smile.

"However I will be lenient today because of the loss your household has suffered. It is clear you have all lost your composer in your grief. But we will not repeat this conversation again am I clear?" henry said. He was toying with them and somehow you think they knew it. They scowles of frustration and aggravation cast deep lines and shadows across their faces. Henry gave a small triumphent 'hmp' then nodded to Rita.

"Rita thank you for the tea, it was very nice I will have to send Molly with you to town to pick some of the leaves you used." he said kindly making the woman snap up straight and purse her lips in shock. She was speechless at the difference in attitude. Henry had been so? Sharp and threatening with her owners yet? He was very kind and respectful to her? It was strange.

"oh th-thank you sir, I'm glad you enjoyed it... I was unsure which to use" she replied with a smile, you could see it in her face. She was pleased to be treated with respect like an actual person.

"well it was a very good choice, it reminded me of the tea my mother made growing up" with that said henry said his goodbyes and you promptly left the waterfords and made for home.

"Henry im sorry" you spoke quietly as you both entered his 'den' the large airy room he had claimed for himself, an office, library and sitting room all in one. His own escape from the world, the room smelled of his spiced cologne and leather bound books. There was a small set of velvet french looking sofas in the center of the room facing a detailed marble fireplace that added a much more casual air to the first half of room. Henry coaxed you into his den with light touches of his fingertips to your back and hip.

He followed you coralling you past the little seating area and ushered you to the more masculine harsh office half of the room. Gleaming polished walnut leather top desk and huge deep blue leather wingback office chair dominated this half of the room. Making the light room seem almost ominous. This was the the room of a commander. Of an apostle, thick heavy and daughting. And you only ended up this far into the room for one of two things. Desk sex or a punishment. And soemhow you dont think henry is going to be railing you this evening.

"I know love, its hard- but you cannot afford those types of mistakes you know this... Especially with them" henry spoke rounding the desk collecting a few random papers on the top and tucked them into the drawer. There didnt need to be any accidents with official documents.

"yes i know i just... I dont know what i was thinking- he just infuriates me!" you tried to reason but ended up seething before you knew it you had raced of into another rant.

"That woman fearing weasel! He truly belives we are fucking inferior- because he is soo smart? He cant even keep track of a fucking terrified, subjugated, pregnant handmaid!- and serena?! She cant even keep her fucking mouth shut!" your words got louder and voice became higher as you got more and more enraged at the shear audacity of that little spineless prick and his teal bitch!

Henry rounded the desk and leant back on it crossing his arms with a small halfhearted chuckle. You were cute when you were angry, a little rabid kitten seething and growling, spitting her fury and anyone who would care to hear it.

"I god no.. Im sorry" you grunted moving your hand to pinch the bridge of your nose and try to compose yourself. Henry was right you cannot afford this type of fuck up. You need to be perfect and refined and meek and grascious!

"No no continue love, get it out of your system while you can" your husband soothed with a little mischeaf in his tone and a smirk on his lips.

"while i can?" you sqeaked all fire and firy doused in one tiny comment... That had sounded like a threat. A teasing playful threat, but a threat nonetheless.

"yes love, i meant it when i said i will deal with your outburst" he stated dipping his head to you and grinning from ear to ear looking like the cat who caught the canary. You frowned and shook your head at him confused but he somehow smiled wider and nodded to you.

"b-but im pregnant?" you stuttered incredulously wide eyed and at a loss. Henry through his head back with a laugh finding you incredibly sweet. It wasnt that he wanted to punish you... It was just that? Any day that ended in your knickers off and bottom in his palms was a good day!

"yes i know that, you are very plump my sweet, bordeing on round already" he said innocently, eyeing your tummy then flicked his eyes back to yours still giddy and amused by you.

"So? You can't spank me" you said, it had meant to be a statment of fact but quickly morphed into a question as henry continued to beam at you. He wasnt budging. You blinked at him not believing he would dare spank you whilst carrying his child- children! There were two, it was double the risk!

"well not over my knee love, but over this?" he said patting the large table he was leaning on with a large grin looking far too eager to smack your bottom then you would have liked.

"But henry?!"

"No buts... Well on second thought~" he chuckled to himself sending you a wink

"come on over the desk love" he said stepping way from it holding his hands out motionin for you to creep forward towards it. You pouted and inched closer shoulders sagging and fluttering your lashes at him trying to use your puppy eyes but he only chuckled and nodded to the desk. You stomped a foot before flicking off your small heels and thundered across the few feet

"Dont start love" henry chided playfully for saying he was going to punish you he didnt seem all that stern about it. It was suspicious.

"but its not fair!why am i being told off and not them!? Serena was rude and was all smug and 'my shit dont stink' this morning- trying to belittle me becuase im pregnant! And she challenged me at the execution! Tried staring me down!" You yelled getting angry, still unsure of what your husband was planning. All you knew is ideally you didnt want to be bent over a desk and have your ass blistered! At least over his lap you could try and grind a little to relieve the ache in your pussy that always appeared as he corrected you.

You couldnt help it! Youd grown to like being spanked... well with his hand, but you were unsure of he was going to cane or strap you... not that he was severe but a few licks of his belt or paddle on your bottom always leave you sitting sore for a few days, the only good thing is he was usually quick about it and never went beyone ten strikes.

"it is fair, you swore at a commander and gave him a telling off" henry chuckled at your display, letting your age show, the little pout and puppy dog eyes trying to sway him. But he would have none of it. You were a naughty wife and pregnant or not you were goingnto get your little butt reddened. He was looking forward to it, it'd been a while.

"he deserved it!" You argued again growling as it became clear henry was a little too giddy about givjng you a thrashing.

"yes he did but its not your place, now bend over the desk..." he stated amused by your still desperate attempt to stop your spanking. It really was endearing~

"do i really have to husband? Can't I not just have a warning today?" You pleaded fluttering your lashes and leaning back peeringndown at your lightly rounded tummy, rubbing the small but noticable bump.

"yes you need to, come on im not going to be harsh on my tiny firey baby mama, just a few quick swats is all" he promised tiltjngnhis head giving you the look. You knew the one. It meant do as your told and bend over or i'll help you bend over and add more swats for being a brat.

"fine" you huffed leaning over infront of the desk pouting. But henry just chuckled moving to step behinde you. You whined when he placed his two palms on your bottom patting lightly and smoothing over the two globes before bunching the fabric of your dress up.

"Thats a good wife~" he purred stepping upto your lowered form. You whined at him stamping your feet a little as he tugged the long blue skirt over your rear end and steeling it at your lower back. Henry drew a deep breath and hissed though his teeth. There was no way you were ever going back to normal underwear! You were far to fucking sexy in this lacey knickers and suspender combo.

"Now now no bratting little wife, you earned a hot bottom" he cooed playfully a light warning to his words, but you got the feeling he was much happier then he made himself out to be.

"I already have a hot bottom" you quipped petulantly at him still in a mood over not having your own way.

"Yes. Yes you do~ now hold still" he muttered and moved slowly unwrapping you from your lacey confindes, teasing the knickers half way down your thighs. Then pressing both hands on your cheeks rolling them around and squeezing taking his sweet time.

You gasped when he teased you fingers plucking lightly at the seam of you cheeks ghosting over the sensitive flesh pulling spreading you out holding you open to his gaze for a few seconds before releasing your full buttocks letting your cheeks snap back again. You mewled and huffed once more.

His fingers wandered up and down tracing slow soft patterns over your skin the he removed a hand before snapping it against your bottom. You winced and jolted forward slightly then again and again. His hand wasnt striking you hard, there was a small bite to his smacks but... It wasnt exactly unpleasant.

You moaned softly as his hand peppered your bottom in sweet warm spanks, capturing the curve of your bottom and the odd thigh bringing your skin to a pleasant warmth. You moaned slightly and arched back into his hand when he paused rubbing over the now sensitive skin.

"He-henry what~ Ah! Oh fuck?" You jolted trying to jerk forward as his heavy hand traced a harsh line down your center, palming your damp slit, the tips of his fingers gliding between the dewy lips finding your pearl witn ease giving a few quicl flicks to the stiff little bead.

"You didnt really think i'd punish you properly for that did you wife?" He hummed amused by your squirming as he slowly lit a fire under you. Bruning your skin, teasing you with light smacks across your bottom and thighs. His hand lingered rubbing and soothing you before striking you again drawing pleasant moans from you.

"Hmm? Why would i punish you for giving me the chance to put Fred in his place? To flaunt our miracles? To show just how dangerous i am?" Henry continued to purr at you and moved rubbingnhis wide fingers over your core, fingers slipping between your puffy labia and rubbed vigorously making you arch, yelping and stomping your feet trying to keep them planted on the floor as he ravaged your slit effortlessly. You whined rocking down on him frocingnjis figeers to graze your clit back and forth rubbingmon himmtryingnto chase your high.

Henry chuckled and stood closer the soft fabric of his trousers skimmingnyour hip and he pulled back landing a ligth electrifying slap to your pussy makingmyou jolt and keen widening your stance as he peppered you with little more then love taps. Wetting his palm with your nectar as he patted you, the tips of his fingers tapping your clit drawing you into a lusty haze ehnaced by your hormones.

"Your outburst was uncalled for but I was able to use it and teach the waterfords a valuable lesson~ that they should mind me, and choose their words carefully" he hummed leaning over you as you whined rockjng your bountiful bottom from side to side as he smoothed his now damp hand over your ass before lighting it with another harder spank. But somehow the stinging drew yet another moan, the hit making you arch your own wetness givng the palm a sharper bite.

"No no, your bottom will be warmed, but you will have more of a thrill this time me love, im going to spank you untill you cum" he announced with an eager grin. This had been somehing he'd wanted to do for a long time. His hand moved in rounds, slow drags of his palm, light squeezing digits and then unexpected pats and wacks. Pepperingnyour soft skin with heat.

"I-its a reward?" You suttered trying to bite your lip as he eaed you. Lettjng you climb with slow undulating rocks of your hips and quiet needy gasps.

"Yes love, you almost cum with a smacked bottom, so i wonder what will happen when i try to make you cum on my palm" he promised lickingnhis lips watching as you slowly began to crumble below him. Your cunt all but gushing at the thought of him pleasuring you with a punishment.

"Now open those pretty legs wider so i can spank you love, let me see your dripping needy slit." He purred as he glided his finger tips down your wet slit and grinned as your legs widened again, revaling your dewy opening and swollen needy lips. He growled before bringing hasnhand back and landed a gentle hit over the length of your open cunt. You wailed and arched lening back into his hand and began grinding, pleading for more with your hips.

Two weeks later

You sat in the center of the room, a circle of colours in your living room. Wives, handmaids and husbands each placed into delicate positions. Handmaida kneeling on their red ceremony cushions hands held together, bound together in paryer with red silk thread, coiling around a teal thread.

Your eyes locked onto the symbolic threads, following the fine soft threads around the handmaids hands, the teal that sprouted from their closed palms was entwined with there own red spun arounf it in a tight swirl all the way up into the palm of their mistress who sat in a chair. The two strands then slipped arohnd the wives ring finger, blow their wedding band then up into the hand of their husbands who stood tall to their wives left, standing directly behind their handmaid.

The symbolism was not subtle. Men held all the strings. A handmaid served her mistress, and both mistress and handmaid served the commander. You looked to your own hand. Your own thread was blue, a dark vibrant blue and a slim white you held the two soon youd tie them into a knot. The blue was you, white to symbolised your boys. Your miracle. The divine light god shone on you and henry.

You sat up straighter as henry stepped into the room a lighter in one hand and his bible in the other. He grinned at you admiring you for a moment the swell of your tummy in the lightweight form fitting dress he'd chosen.

You were the envy of the room. Sitting on the throne like chair in the center of the circle, like a perfect priestess on an alter, your worshipers around you ready to pay hommage and pray. Henry sighed pride swelling in his chest as he moved lighting the few candles he'd placed on the fireplace.

Henry moved around spinning and stepped into the circle quietly and grinned at your guests. Before speaking quietly his thick leather bible in hand as he gestured to everyone welcoming them.

"Freinds. Colleagues im glad you have joined us today to celebrate his miracle and recieve his blessing. I know we are all anxious to get to the wonderful buffet that our marthas have prepared and the selections of wines and teas we have brought in for the special occasion" henry said holding his hand out to you taking the two threads from you.

"So let us first pray." He said spinning and standing next to you bowing his head low clasping his hands together. You did the same and that prompted the others all to hold silent for prayer.

"Our father in heaven. We pray, we give thanks for the your blessings and we pray for a safe bountiful pregnancy. We humbly ask of you our father that you will gift us a healthy blessed children. I pray yoh find us worthy parents and trust we will bing up our children to learn the word of god and worship you as out father creator of all" henry paused apfir a sight secondnbefore adding yet another wish into your prayer which made a few peolle gasp.

"We beg you hear our words, the plea of your most faithful servants to grant safe passage to not only my unborn. But the child that was also stolen from us. I hope you see fit to return mr and mrs waterfords child to them and ease the suffering they feel. Amen" henry then finished paudsing to aloow everyone to finish the prayer with their own amen. Then henry motioned the father son and holy spirit on his chest in the sign of the cross. Each one of the men followed suite. Fred and serena nodded stiffly to henry in thanks for the kindness of adding them to the group prayer.

With that over the ceremony could now begin. An alternation of henry speaking and everyone else chanting in praise of gods gift. You were to stay quiet and demure. A Silent and pristine vessel for your husbands child. As god intended all women to be. Atleast thats what gilead taught in their class rooms now. Women were given the chance to create life, and that is why god put them on this green earth. You are to grow up and have as many children as possible. Nothing was more important then to bare children especially sons.

"I prayed for this child" henry stepped up infront of you a flat palm gently balancing the blue and white threads on jis hand, offering the ends to you. You smoled plucking the two thread gently before tyin them together. It was a ritual meant to show how henry had provided you with all you need to make his child. You had a home, a husband food and love, he had sex with you. And it was down to you to protect and birth his child.

"For this child I prayed" the others chorused as you pulled the knot tight indicating your acceptance of him and the life he created for you. The gift god had given you.

"The Lord has granted me what I asked of him." Henrys eyes never left yours as he spun the tied the threads around your wedding band.

"He is merciful" the circle of baren women and childless men praised once more doing their duty, making sure this powerful man had the perfect pregnancy ceromony. They wpuld do anything to keep their apostle happy.

"She is far more precious than jewels.For God has seen fit to shine his light upon her and granted his miracle" you flushed shyly unused to being praised so much in the o

En. Henry was usuuallythis spft when no one was here but to shower you withthis much love when others were here just felt odd.

"Praised be his miracle" the ever present praise of the others followed hpyour husbands words with a subtle animosity in each word. The handmaids seemed to be lapping up their commander and mistresses distress though, smug smirks and quick glances between them each biting their lips.

"God our lord has created you my child; you knit together in my Wife's womb." Henry uttered almost softly his eyes flicking to your bulging tummy as he delicatly twisted the two threads. You knew he was doing a small rope braid to keep them together. The longer lasting this thread was the more luck it was said to bring. Henry smiled twiddling the threads as he went, he'd practiced over and over wanting to make sure your twisted threads were immaculate and everlasting. He continued working slowly down the length solidifying the bond outside of your womb. Entangling you and his children around one another for all to see.

"For she is is worthy. Children are your gift oh lord, they are your reward. We praise and thank you" he uttered, eacn word becoming more private then the last, his intense blues watching his fingers as he worked down the strands.

"I thank thee oh lord for you have made me fruitful. I am blessed with your light, touched by your grace" you uttered back the only words you were required to say through the whole ceremony. It was thought to many would leave you unworthy, yet if you didnt thank god for your child you would give birth to a shredder... a deformed deceased child. Henry grinned hearing the emotion well in your voice, the tears glossing our eyes. Somehow this was much more intense then wpeither of ou had realised. It was a beautiful yet haunting thing to be apart of. It felt as if it stemmed from some pagan reitual or somthing spiritual.

"She is blessed" the chorus of voices spoke with a calm serene lilt. But you could see the grit teeth and sour stares from the others. Wives angered by the differentce in rituals their are about thanking and praising handmaids whilst asking for god to let the 'little children come to them' yours is about being worthy and thanking god for allowing you to birth your own children. And the hidpsbands are unimpressed at being apart 9f this at all, these rituals were for women. Yet they had to come and show support for their fellow commanders child. To praise him for giving his wife a child.

"God is within her, she will not fail." Henry uttered stepping closer as his fingers continued their dexterous twisting and weaving

"God shines on her"

"Praised be his mercy for my child" henry finished as he tied off the perfect rope braid and brough the end to his lips pressing a chaste kiss the the now entwined threads. Before coiling his ring finger around it.

You gasped seeing the way he wrapped the binding threads around his finger again, planting himself into the symbolic bond. Something unheard of, men were not to be tied to any spawn of eve. Woman were to be 7sed and punished, they were for breeding and house work. For henry to coil you and your childs tread around him in such a way was publicly anouncing his loyalty and evotion to you. It wasnt done in gilead.

Once the ceremony was brought to a close and all of your threads were stored in their rightfull places. Yours remaind on display on the fireplace by the candles for all to see.

You waved the handmaids and marthas to their own table providing another little banquet for them all to enjoy. It got you a few looks but luckly none of the wives were stupid enough to open their mouths.

You mingled with the women enjoying polite conversation each coming and marveling at the bonding threads commenting on how lucky you were to have such a thing to comemorate the occasion. The women were quick to gush over henry bindingnhimself aswell entanglig the tied bond around his own wedding band in a romantic solidarity.

But soon the festivities were drawn to a close, henry wanting to depart with the commanders and have their own little party in his study. Some imported beers and whiskey and lots of cigars. Anything to make them feel like manly men while they were talking business. Each one wanted to feel like they were to old school mafia when in their little man caves. And henry thpugh he wanst eager to get away he was using the booze to get some truths from some of the others and needed to figure out tjis canada thing. He wanted to ruin it to stop the trade deal somehow and now was the perfect time to load these men with drink and figure something out.

"I thank you all for coming it means so much to my wife and I to celebrate this joyous day with you all. And before we commanders retire to my office there is something I must first do." He said and motioned for you to have a seat on the sofa. You flushed and waddled over slowly asking him what he was playing at and warning him against making you jump as you may end up peeing with the little one sittjng heavily on your bladder as you sat down. Yougot a few chuckles in response to that and henry promised he would t make you jump.

"I am aware this is not usually done and I pray you forgive me...But I have a gift for my wife and unborn" he anounced making the room come to life with whispers and excited giggling.

"A gift henry you dont need to-" yoh said quickly placing a hand to your tummy rubbing it softly anxiously. You didnt want to be soo different to the others and cause any romours or questions to arise. Flaunting your love was fine but if henry pushed his affection too much peolle could talk and question if you were truly what a perfect gileadean marriage should be. Heafen forbid they. Think your javing sex outside of tryingnto concieve!

"I know..I want to my love, i want this house to be a home full of joy and laughter for my children to have everything they can ever hope for. But I also want them safe, my work is endless and I have concerns I do not doubt the ability of our guardians, they are my brothers and I have served beside them on the frontlines....But it never hurts to have more forces. Bring it in" Henry turned nodding to Jai who slipped his head out of the door you wasnt sure what to expect but a large box with a bow was not one of them. Chris moved across the room to the chair you sat on and placed the box on to the low coffee table.

"For you Mrs Cavill" he spoke then returned to his post at the door watching with a smile. Henry stepped up behinde you.

"Well wife aren't you going to open it?" You nodded moved forward feeling the room hold their breath, what could,it be? He was one of the most powerful people in gilead! It could be anything! The women craned their heads trying to peek in to the box as you placed your hands on it. You even caught some of the commanders trying to have a good nose.Your mind raced you had no iead what it was inside.

You delicatly lifted the lid and gasped. Holy shit where the fuck had he got that. You looked back at him pawing the lid a little. Shocked eyes watering in happiness.

"H-henry where did? How!?" You stammered breathlessly unable to belive what was in the box.

"I have my ways love why dont you let everrone see your gift?" You nodded quickly flicking the lid to the floor grinning and weeping. There was a gasp as everyone saw the fuzz ball. A dog. Henry had got you a puppy! The room fell into a chorus of awws and coos some even applauded as you moved pulling out the black and white fluffy puppy. You sat the dog on your lap and began dragging your fingers through his fur.

"You remember apostle Syverson?" Henry began explaining to you. But you couldnt speak you only managed a nod and sniffle, far to lost in petting and snuggling the huge fluffy pup teetering on your lap.

"Yes this is from Apostle Syversons houshold...His wifes dogs had a Litter, he mentioned it a few weeks ago so i aquired one you know how brilliant they are with his small battalion of children and gaurding the house. Akita's are one of the most loyal dog breeds and large. Its a boy and he will be trained to protect this household. And quite possibly spoiled" henry huffed out a smile and wriggled his fingers infrontmof the curious pup who arched his head up and sniffed his fingers befpre licking them with a happy yip.

"Thank you Henry this is? He is perfect!" You thanked still weeping and tucking your head into the thick soft fur pressing kisses to the cute puppy.

"His pedigree name is Kalvin so make of that what you will" henry finished leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your head and offered you his handkerchief to dab your eyes. You cpthanked him and rolled your eyes muttering 'hormones' earning a small ripple of laughter from the room.

"Kal. Kal cavill will do nicely" you uttered placing the wriggling pup on the floor letting him wander around. The other women instantly ducked down, each willing the puppy over with kisses. For a moment there was no gilead, no handmaids or wives or rules. Just a bunch of women each falling over themselves trying to pet a fluffy puppy and give him love.

"Kal it is...I'm glad you like him my love..Anyway we best be off." Henry said pressing a hand to your back and smiled. Whispering under his reath he was glad you liked your gift before kissing your lips softly and standing up right clapping his hands.

"Gentlemen if you'd follow me,to the study i have some news we're going to canada and some imported honeyed whisky" the men were all quick to file out of the room leaving you and the women to enjoy the rest of what was now your baby shower. You cast a glance to the small mountain of gifts before drawing in a deep breath. Something tells you the rest of today was going to be long.

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