#catherine x richard

[a-member-of-minuteswithmandm]

As of the end of season 18, there are 21 proposals on Grey's Anatomy. Well there are a couple more that we didn't include but don't think about that!

We spend half an hour talking about each and every one of them. Look, some of these proposals were embarrassing...but some of them were really sweet!

Take a look and let us know what you think!

[samueltanders]

[diamondcitydarlin]

man also that date mix-up at the end of season 2 ep 1. So, Catherine organizes a blind date for Camille AS WELL AS Richard babysitting for Fidel, has Richard wait for Fidel OUT ON THE PATIO, and then sends Camille out there with vague instructions to go 'find her date'. You cannot tell me Catherine didn't do that on purpose. You can't tell me she didn't know EXACTLY what she was doing there. She ABSOLUTELY wanted to see how they'd both react if she put them in that situation and, assuming I know Catherine's perceptiveness well enough, I'd guess the answer she got from that was 'o yea they're definitely in love smh'

[loisfreakinglane]

I do know I'm not the only one asking questions. The plant manager, Nelson. He wants the NRC to investigate. It'll be a nightmare.

[forbescaroline]

FORBESCAROLINE'S 9K CELEBRATION TOP 20 GREY'S ANATOMY SHIPS (as voted by my followers) #12. Richard Webber and Catherine Avery I love you, Richard Webber. I love you and I would very like for you to be my husband.

[lovetgr76]

Saskia shares the joys of working on Shakespeare with Cheek by Jowl's Declan Donnellan and Joe Hill-Gibbins, "directors who have real imagination and love the text and storytelling".

[reiignonme]

⚔️ RICHARD IV TAG DROP!!

[fairest]

X could be anything

"X could be anything. She can also be anywhere. Hers was a “groundbreaking, multihyphenate career.” You know who X is. You’ve waited for her to show up, gotten scared once she she did, she would never get mistaken for someone else at a party. You’ve praised her to her face, insulted her to her back. You’ve dismissed the fiction and praised the journalism. Gump as a verb, to describe the act of an author photoshopping into history their creations, has appeared in more than one book review lately, and gumping is part of Lacey’s strategy here. We read about X brainstorming with David Bowie, dashing off arthouse novels on Sontag-levels of speed, and performing the performance art that inspires Republicans to defund the NEA. Richard Serra marks X an “art cunt.” By that I think Richard Serra means how Don DeLillo describes Klara Sax in Underworld: “She looked famous and rare, famous even to herself, famous alone making a salad in the kitchen.” X charms the New York gallerist who “sells it, but doesn’t particularly like any of it,” teaches an FBI agent “how to do a fake beard,” leads a gothic ex-lover to the conclusion “there’s no such thing as the past,” and raises dachshunds in Connecticut with the African American starter wife. She accepts industry awards wearing dark sunglasses, tells Barbara Walters on national television she’d prefer to remain a “shadowy figure,” tells Brian Lehrer on WNYC she “believes very strongly in fascism and that we need a dictatorial right-wing tyranny.” We need a drink...

[shelbgrey]

can you do a mark sloan x reader sfw/nsfw hcs , and can she be richard webbers god daughter

please & thank you!<3 you write such amazing works

Mark Dating Richard's god Daughter headcanons

Paring: Mark Sloan x Webber!Reader

Summary: headcanons about Mark Sloan dating Richard Webber's God Daughter. -SMUT warning

MasterList ML2

You are Richard and Aele's god Daughter. They adopted you after your parents died in a car crash.

Richard has always been a father to you, but you call him uncle Richard.

You wanted to be a doctor like Richard for as long as you could remember. You worked hard in medical school and soon enough you were in the same intern class as Miranda Bailey.

Bailey is your best friend and has threatened Mark’s life if he hurts you.

Derek thinks it’s funny that Mark started dating you after Webber tried to say it was nothing personal when he hired Mark.

Richard notices how Mark looks at you almost immediately and he absolutely hates it. He thinks Mark is just looking for a one night stand, but that’s not true.

“I want you to stay away from him. There’s a reason the nurses formed a anti-Mark club”

But what your uncle said went in one ear and out the other. Honestly Richard couldn’t blame you. He knew what it was like to be in love with someone you couldn’t have.

Speaking of Love, you didn’t find out about Richard and Ellis till your intern year when Ellis showed up at the hospital with Alzheimer. You and Meredith became close friends through this situation.

You couldn’t really stay mad at Richard since it was a long time ago, but it still hurts that he could do something like that to Adele.

“It's kinda funny in a dark way, the two most important men in your life are both man whores” Bailey said, she was your person and she could say stuff like that to you without getting mad.

You know Richard and Bailey are close, but whenever they have a petty argument you're taking Bailey’s side. Yes, she's smug about that.

Adele gets mad whenever either one of you tatel on Richard. You may get annoyed, but she’ll drive down to the hospital whenever you need something.

You think it's hilarious when Adele yells at Richard like he's a child. She’ll definitely do it to Mark too if she has too. “Out of all the petty, ridiculous, infantile.. Are you running a hospital here or a playground?”

“Adele..” Richard started. “Playground or Hospital, Richard?!” Adele yelled and Mark snickered as Richard mumbled, “Hospital”

“Apologize to our goddaughter right now” Adele scolded, Making Mark hide his laughter in your shoulder. “Sorry” Richard mumbled.

“Not to complain or anything Aunt Adele, but that’s not a real apology” you said with a smirk.

“That is not an apology! You give an apology you mean, because if i have to drag myself down here though rush hour traffic again, to police this damn Jungle Gym..”

“You made your point Adele” Richard sighed. Adele huffed and turned to you. “Love ya aunt Adele”

“Love you too, Dear”

Mark and you both gave Derek crap when Richard and Derek were living together. “Derek is dating your uncle Richard”

“I am no!”

Richard does his best to be nice to Mark, but he wants to protect you from him. Especially when he found out he slept with Addison.

He definitely used his ‘Chiefʼ voice when he threatened him about dating you. “If you hurt her. IF you cheat on her, even the morgue won't be able to identify you. Are we clear!?”

“Yes!.. Yes sir”

Adele loved him when she was still alive. “RIchard you be nice to him he’s part of the family now”

Mark comforted you when Adele started getting Alzheimer. Adele was the closest thing you had to a mother, so it hit you hard when she died.

Mark had gotten close to her as well. Mrs. Shepherd was like a mother to him. Yes, when he started dating you Adele was constantly in his life. She gave him relationship advice and was like the aunt he never got.

Then Catherine showed up. She really didn’t like you or Mark that much. She had a problem with Mark because she thought Jackson was wasting his time in plastics then she just thought Richard ‘babyed’ you too much.

“You mom is banging my Uncle” you said bluntly to Jackson.

“The Chief banged my mom too” Meredith said, thinking it’ll make Jackson feel better.

Richard walking you down the isle on your and Mark's wedding.

NSFW Headcanons:

These are from the original mark HCs I posted a couple of days ago... Sorry. If you want all of them go to the original HC post.

He’s an expert at foreplay. He’ll spend as much time as he can trying to get you hot and bothered or worked up.

He's definitely the dominant person in bed and your not complaining, he'll get rough and pound hard enough were the bed starts rocking.

Mark loves bitting your neck just to hear you moan. When you finally give in to him, he'll lay you down on the couch or bed and start pealing your clothes off to reveal your chest.

The sex maybe rough, but Mark isn't not big on insults. He refuses to degrade you and will only use sweet words.

He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.

Loves eating you out,your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.

There's also a tone of jealous sex. If he sees Alex shamelessly flirting with you expected to be tied to bed as fucks your brains out. If he sees Jackson touch you in a way thats reserved only for him you’re pinned against the wall.

This man is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He knows exactly what you need. After your both cleaned up, he'll pull you to his chest to cuddle.

[inky-duchess]

Fantasy Guide to Regents and Regencies

A Regency is a period of time where another party rules of behalf of a monarch who is either too young, too ill or absent. A Regency can either be the monarch's own choice or a decision made for them on their behalf by a third part, usually government. Either way, a Regent is selected to act as temporary Head of State whilst the monarch is incapable of ruling.

Who can be a Regent?

A Regent is an important office, even though its a temporary one. Regencies of child monarchs generally either go to the Consort, though there are all sorts of reasons why this can be blocked. Sometimes governments and kingdoms are uncomfortable with foreign consorts with uncertain allegiances ruling the kingdom or sometimes the government just doesn't approve on the basis that they doubt the Consort's skill set. Other candidates for Regencies are nearly always family members such as uncles, aunts, cousins and even children of the monarch (especially if they are absent from the country or ill). But a Regent doesn't have to be a royal. They could just be a noble elected to the position (Sir William Marshall) or even one that siezes power for themselves (Richard of York) or even a council made up of Regents, headed by a Lord Protector.

Who makes a Regent?

As I mentioned before, monarchs can appoint the Regent that will replace them in certain cases. For instance, a monarch would chose the Regent if they were voluntarily leaving the country or they might designate a chosen Regent on their deathbed or just in case of emergency. But they wouldn't chose a Regent if they were ruled mentally incompetent. In those cases, the government would chose.

The Powers and Responsibilities of a Regent

A Regent is the acting head of state but they are not the monarch. They do not have the right to wear crowns or have a coronation and are not granted the hall pass of divine right. A Regent is referred to as their own title, say for example Duke of X, Regent of Y or Prince Regent. They are merely there to fill in for the monarch. A Regent would meet with the government, make decisions with the approval by government and sign offical documents. In cases of an absent monarch, a Regent may need the approval of the monarch themselves. Regents of child monarchs would usually include their charges in the country's running, either as spectator or student. A Regent, being temporary Head of State, would also have the responsibility of ensuring a natural cessation of their power to their monarch when their term is over. Some regents are better than others at handing over power.

Notable Regents of History

George IV, Richard III, Anne of Austria, Katheryn Parr, Richard of York, Margaret of York, Katherine of Aragon, Catherine de Medici, Louise of Savoy, Phillippe duc de Orléans, Edward Seymour Duke of Somerset, Sir William Marshall, John Duke of Bedford, Humphrey Duke of Gloucestershire, John Dudley Duke of Northumberland.

[ricardian-werewolf]

Take Me to War Master-list

Cover:

Crossposted TO: Ao3 Link - listed as I'll Break the Sky on Ao3 ||Fanfic Masterlist

UPDATES ONCE A WEEK: Being written alongside Nikolina Rewrite of The Grisha Trilogy.

Relationships: Gwyane Hightower X Original Female Character, Jacaerys Velaryon X Original Female Character, Perkin Warbeck X Catherine Gordon.

Characters: Cecily-Anne (OC), Jacaerys Velaryon, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, Gwayne Hightower, Richard III, Anne Neville, Henry Tudor, Richard of Shrewsbury.

Taglist: @lordbettany, @rmelster, @fauxraven, @dreadbirate @hysterionic

Summary:

Reeling from the battle of Redmore Plain (later known as Bosworth Field), fifteen year old Cecily-Anne is a princess without her throne, family, or hope. Forced to play her cards with both hands tied, a seemingly mystical intercession forces her into a world that is shockingly similar to the England she knows. Yet it is also drastically different. It is there as a mere lady in waiting, that she is forced to pick a side in a war that has been played over in her England for decades. It remains to see as to whom will come out from this “Dance of Dragons,” unscathed and whole.

Notes:

General Tws: Brutal violence, implied sexual violence, sexism of the medieval period, religious mention, brutality. This is the first time the author has written for Gwayne Hightower, so please be kind! The author also only has a surface level knowledge of House of the Dragon/Game of Thrones, so please be courteous when making comments or suggestions. The Author is a history student with a special interest in the Wars of the Roses and Ricardian sources, so knowledge of that period will be largely correct.

Specific tags on Ao3:

Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-it, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe -Historical.

Published Chapter List on Tumblr:

If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell

2. Humbly beg the death upon my knee

3. Strangeness and Charm

Wip chapters

4. The Lady of the North - 0k words.

[lands-of-fantasy]

Pride and Prejudice

Classic and loose adaptions from 1940, 1967, 1980, 1995, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2012, 2016, 2018, 2019

The second of Jane Austen’s novels, first published in 1813, is the most often adapted, inspiring various different takes on it. The ones pictures above are detailed below:

Pride and Prejudice (1940 Film)

This black and white film departs from the original novel in some (or should I say many?) points

Written by Aldous Huxley and Jane Murfin, adapted from the stage adaptation by Helen Jerome; directed by Robert Z. Leonard

Starring Greer Garson as Elizabeth Bennet, Laurence Olivier as Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Edward Ashley Cooper as George Wickham, Maureen O'Sullivan as Jane Bennet, Bruce Lester as Mr. Charles Bingley, Ann Rutherford as Lydia Bennet, Melville Cooper as Mr. William Collins, among others.

Pride and Prejudice (1967 Miniseries)

6 episodes x 24min. Black and White footage Written by Nemone Lethbridge, directed by Joan Craft

Starring Celia Bannerman as Elizabeth Bennet, Lewis Fiander as Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Richard Hampton as George Wickham, Polly Adams as Jane Bennet, David Savile as Mr. Charles Bingley, Lucy Fleming as Lydia Bennet, Julian Curry as Mr. William Collins, among others.

Pride and Prejudice (1980 Miniseries)

5 episodes x 54 min Written by Fay Weldon, directed by Cyril Coke

Starring Elizabeth Garvie as Elizabeth Bennet, David Rintoul as Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Peter Settelen as George Wickham, Sabina Franklyn as Jane Bennet, Osmund Bullock as Mr. Charles Bingley, Natalie Ogle as Lydia Bennet, Malcolm Rennie as Mr. William Collins, among others.

Pride and Prejudice (1995 Miniseries)

6 episodes x 54 min Written by Andrew Davies, directed by Simon Langton

Starring Jennifer Ehle as Elizabeth Bennet, Colin Firth as Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Adrian Lukis as George Wickham, Susannah Harker as Jane Bennet, Crispin Bonham-Carter as Mr. Charles Bingley, Julia Sawalha as Lydia Bennet, David Bamber as Mr. William Collins, among others.

Pride and Prejudice (2003 Indie Film)

Loose adaption set in modern Utah, USA Written by Anne Black, Jason Faller, Katherine Swigert; directed by Andrew Black

Starring Kam Heskin as Elizabeth Bennet, Orlando Seale as Will Darcy, Henry Maguire as Jack Wickham, Lucila Sola as Jane Vasquez, Ben Gourley as Charles Bingley, Kelly Stables as Lydia Meryton, Hubbel Palmer as William Collins, among others.

Bride and Prejudice (2004 Film)

Bollywood-style Musical. Loose adaption set in modern India and England. Written by Paul Mayeda Berges, Gurinder Chadha; directed by Gurinder Chadha

Starring Aishwarya Rai as Lalita Bakshi (Elizabeth), Martin Henderson as William "Will" Darcy,  Daniel Gillies as Johnny Wickham, Namrata Shirodkar as Jaya Bakshi (Jane), Naveen Andrews as Mr Balraj Uppal (Bingley), Peeya Rai Chowdhary as Lakhi Bakshi (Lydia), Nitin Ganatra as Kohli Saab (Collins), among others.

Pride and Prejudice (2005 Film)

Written by Deborah Moggach, directed by Joe Wright

Starring Keira Knightley as Elizabeth Bennet, Matthew Macfadyen as Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Rupert Friend as George Wickham, Rosamund Pike as Jane Bennet, Simon Woods as Mr. Charles Bingley, Jena Malone as Lydia Bennet, Claudie Blakley as Charlotte Lucas, Tom Hollander as Mr. Collins, Donald Sutherland as Mr. Bennet, Judi Dench as Lady Catherine de Bourgh, among others.

The Lizzie Bennet Diaries (2012–13 Webseries)

160 episodes x 2-8 min, available on Youtube Loose adaption set in modern US, told in a vlog format

Created by Hank Green and Bernie Su, from Pemberley Digital

Starring Ashley Clements as Elizabeth Bennet, Daniel Vincent Gordh as William Darcy, Wes Aderhold as George Wickham, Laura Spencer as Jane Bennet, Christopher Sean as Bing Lee, Mary Kate Wiles as Lydia Bennet, Julia Cho as Charlotte Lu, Maxwell Glick as Ricky Collins, among others.

Lizzie’s videos amount to 100 episodes + 10 Q&A, but shorter series enrich the story by offering other characters’ perspectives, most notably Lydia’s (and also Georgiana’s). A playlist at Pemberley Digital’s Youtube channel features them all in order.

The series has also been adapted into a book, The Secret Diary of Lizzie Bennet (2014), and spawned a sequel novel, The Epic Adventures of Lydia Bennet (2015).

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (2016 Film)

Loose adaption inspired by the 2009 novel of the same name by Seth Grahame-Smith, which adds zombies to Austen’s original story. The movie makes alterations from the zombie book as well.

Written and directed by Burr Steers

Starring Lily James as Elizabeth Bennet, Sam Riley as Colonel Fitzwilliam Darcy, Jack Huston as George Wickham, Bella Heathcote as Jane Bennet, Douglas Booth as Mr. Charles Bingley, Ellie Bamber as Lydia Bennet, Matt Smith as Parson William Collins, among others.

Orgulho e Paixão (Pride and Passion) (2018 Telenovela)

Brazilian telenovela in Brazilian-Portuguese

162 episodes x 30-40min (original version) Loose adaption set in 1910s São Paulo state, Brazil

Created by Marcos Bernstein, directed by Fred Mayrink

Starring Nathalia Dill as Elisabeta Benetido, Thiago Lacerda as Sr. Darcy Williamson, Pâmela Tomé as Jane Benedito, Maurício Destri as Camilo Bittencourt (Bingley), Bruna Giphao as Lídia Benedito, Bruno Gissoni as Diogo Uirapuru (Wickham/Willoughby), among others.

The story takes inspiration from all 6 of Austen’s major novels (plus Lady Susan), but mostly from Pride and Prejudice. Others stars include Chandelly Braz as Mariana Benedito (Marianne Dashwood) and Anajú Dorigon as Cecília Benedito (Catherine Morland).

Features 100 episodes in the International cut. The telenovela has been broadcast in other countries and languages (such as Spanish) but as far as I know, not in English.

Pride and Prejudice: Atlanta (2019 TV Film)

Loose adaption set in modern Atlanta, USA. All-black cast. Written by Tracy McMillan, directed by Rhonda Baraka

Starring Tiffany Hines as Elizabeth Bennet, Juan Antonio as Will Darcy, Raney Branch as Jane Bennet, Brad James as Charles Bingley, Reginae Carter as Lydia Bennet, Carl Anthony Payne as Rev. Collins, among others.

*****

Personal favorites: 2005, then 1995. But also: The Lizzie Bennet Diaries, Orgulho e Paixão

I also enjoyed Atlanta and, while it’s been a while since I’ve seen Bride and Prejudice, it’s got Indian musical numbers so c’mon, one gotta watch it.

Back to the closer adaptions, despite its age, 1980 is also good! 1940 is...very different, but fun in its own way.

In fact, while I find some of these versions weaker, I could find enjoyment in all of them - but maybe that’s cause I’m a sucker for P&P.

[loisfreakinglane]

Shirley Manson and Richard T. Jones in TERMINATOR: THE SARAH CONNOR CHRONICLES // 2.09 “Complications”

[gravehags]

meet me in the woods

Pairing: Cirrus x f!Reader (Regency AU)

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: plus size reader, regency au, ghouls as highwaymen, stripping, oral sex, fingering

Words: 3,445

Summary: You are a well-bred, polite society girl. Until you're not.

a/n: this whole thing is @terzosbignaturals fault tbh (enjoy)

divider by @ghuleh-recs

“Do try to sit up straight, dear, you look so…so portly when you slouch.”

Obediently you straighten your shoulders as the carriage jostles the three of you around. 

“Perhaps I look portly because I am portly, my lady,” you say quietly, not without a bit of venom. You would never dare speak back to your guardian directly, so subtle comments must make do. Lady Catherine’s face sours and her thin lips purse as she regards you with a withering glance but does not respond. Lord Richard sits next to you, snoring and completely oblivious to the conversation as well as your presence on the whole. That was nothing new, the man practically lived in his smoking room, never once sparing you a thought. You were perfectly content with that, enjoying being ignored far more than being under the constant scrutiny and cruel words of the woman sitting across from you.

Ever since your parents died many years ago, you have been raised (perhaps a generous term) by these two members of the social elite who are allegedly distant cousins. You spend most of your time alone, wandering the estate gardens and reading your novels, ever dreaming of adventure and romance. Your guardians have, of course, brought reluctant suitors around to woo you, but you have been unmoved by any of their paltry ideas of romance. No, you much preferred bundling up in your bed at night with only a candle for company, clinging to the pages of a gothic horror novel borrowed from one of your friends - a scandalous thing that involves a sinister countess seducing her chambermaid. So desperately you wish to be desired darkly, deeply and you find immense comfort and pleasure in every dramatic, lust-filled word.

Your eyes have become unfocused as you gaze out the window and you barely notice the cavalcade of dark horses that stampede past you, causing the carriage to come to a halt. You look to Lady Catherine, who looks more annoyed than anything, as she pounds on the ceiling to alert the driver of her irritation. There is a prolonged silence and you feel anxiety twist in your gut when suddenly the door of the carriage is wrenched open.

“Well, well, well, and what kind of treasure do we have here?”

The figure looks…well…dashing is the only way you can put it. Tall, swathed in a long black coat and breeches tucked into black leather riding boots. Their face is obscured from the nose down by a black kerchief and on their head sits a dramatic feathered black hat. Lady Catherine opens her mouth to squawk indignantly at the intruder but they simply roll their eyes and motion to someone behind them. In the meantime the figure offers you a gloved hand and, with no better ideas at hand, you take it. When you step out of the carriage you see a group of more than half a dozen figures, also masked and in black, standing at attention either on horses or on foot. One of them comes forward with a length of cloth and the mysterious figure climbs back into the carriage to gag Lady Catherine with it. Lord Richard barely stirs with an inelegant snort and immediately falls back asleep, deaf to the muffled cries of his wife.

The group of what you can only assume are bandits continue to stare as the leader re-emerges from the carriage and slams the door shut behind them. They’re taller than you, and have you pushed up slightly against the side of the buggy with their arm resting above your head. They’re close enough you can smell them - something sweet akin to violets but also plum and leather - and the scent makes you dizzy. They bring a gloved hand up and run a finger along your jawline, giving you a lascivious once over that makes you flush from head to toe.

“Treasure, indeed,” they say, fingering the green velvet of your spencer jacket. The others around them chuckle and nudge one another as your eyes dart around, unsure of where to look or what to do.

“W-who are you?” you ask quietly, and the leader makes a dramatic gasp with a slight fainting motion.

“She speaks! And even her voice is just as lovely,” a few of the bandits chuckle and they give you a wink.

“We are highwaymen, my treasure,” there is something about this voice, while not familiar to your ears it sounds unusual.

“We don’t have anything of value,” you say in a rush, fidgeting with the muslin of your gown. “I mean…Lady Catherine might,” you admit softly. The leader’s eyes crinkle - they clearly must be grinning underneath the mask - as they regard you. “Please let us go.”

“‘Please,’” the leader murmurs. “So polite. Such a well-bred young woman. Allow me to ask you a question - do you want to be let go?”

You think back to your gothic novels and the thrill they give you, as well as the feeling you are experiencing at the apex of your thighs. If they let you and the others go…then what? A lifetime listening to catty comments from one of your guardians and absolute ignorance from the other? A lifetime of finding some horrible little man Lady Catherine has chosen for you to marry and being stuck bearing his many children? The thought makes you feel nauseous and it must show on your face because the highwayman slides a finger under your chin and lifts it so you are looking at them.

“No,” you whisper, after a beat. “No, I do not want to be let go.”

The figure leans in close to you and runs a hand over your waist, inhaling deep.

“You’re mine now,” they breathe before gripping you by the arm and pulling you over to the largest black steed of the pack. Elegantly, they mount the horse and gesture for one of the other bandits to assist you in climbing up and situating yourself in front of them on the saddle. The way their warm thighs frame yours and their eyes trace along your exposed stocking-clad calves makes you shiver in anticipation. All at once they let out a piercing whistle and everyone mounts their horses and leaves the forested area. As the stallion begins to gallop, you briefly look backwards at where your guardians have been left behind. You want to feel guilty, to feel disgraced at what you’ve done. But quite frankly, you can’t bring yourself to care.

Good riddance.

You ride for a great long while, your somewhat-captor’s arms woven around your waist and gripping you tight to them. Their chin rests on your shoulder and you can hear them breathing in your ear, even over the thundering of hooves. What a sight all of you must make, you think, as you traverse the countryside like a pack of devils. The exhilaration of the situation, the wind in your hair, thrills you and your face splits open in a smile. For the first time in your whole life you feel free.

Your companion must see your wild grin because their grip tightens around your waist and they bring their hips flush against your behind.

“Enjoying yourself, my sweet?” they call into your ear, only just loud enough for you to hear over the pounding gallops of the horse.

Briefly looking over your shoulder you nod, face flushed from both the wind and emotion. When you turn your head back around, you feel droplets begin to fall onto your cheeks and you hear the figure behind you let out a curse.

“We still have a few miles to ride,” they say, spurring the steed on with their heels, “Hope you don’t mind getting wet.” There’s a vaguely lascivious note to their voice and once again you feel a twinge between your thighs.

It takes about five minutes but suddenly the dark sky opens up and begins pouring down upon your group. You’re all riding as fast as you can through the forest when in the distance you see a large rock formation. As you get closer you notice there is a massive opening in the rock that leads into a dark, dark cave. You’re shivering by the time the riders stop at the entrance and dismount, soaked to the bone and barely able to move. Your companion dismounts swiftly and reaches up to remove you from the saddle. The other masked bandits stand around and watch as they carry you, as a groom carries a bride on their wedding night, into the mouth of the cave.

It’s not quite as dark in here as you originally thought - the walls lined with many torches and fires providing warmth to the dank space. The highwayman continues to carry you through the wide, weaving tunnel as if you weigh nothing. You feel so…so delicate in their arms, a sensation that you were entirely unfamiliar with. When the two of you turn a corner, you’re brought into a secluded area. The ground is covered in luxurious cushions and rugs, a large, thick fur tucked underneath. They set you down on the surprisingly comfortable surface and with a flick of their hand, remove both the kerchief covering their face and their hat.

Your jaw drops open.

Her hat.

The woman that stands before you is breathtaking as she loosens her silver streaked dark hair from the queue at the back of her neck. The coat comes off next and reveals a white blouse and, you note with your cheeks flushing deep, she wears no stays. Black fabric strains tight around rounded hips and long legs. 

You’re staring. And she notices.

“You’re not bad to look at yourself, my dove,” she coos. “Let’s get you out of those damp clothes, hmm?”

When she kneels down at your feet, staring deep into your eyes, you feel lightheaded. Carefully she unlaces your boots and removes them one by one. Fingers slipping on the buttons, you shed your drenched jacket, leaving yourself in equally wet white muslin. The rain has soaked through to your dress and now the material clings to your skin and stays. Her eyes travel across the swell of your breasts and her lips curl into a sinister toothy grin that makes you burn inside. You don’t know what to do now as you cannot reach the buttons on the back of your dress, but she seems to anticipate this and gestures for you to flip over onto your stomach. Slowly, she runs a hand over the curve of your backside and along your spine until she reaches the buttons and deftly undoes them, shedding you of one more layer. Shivering you turn back over, now only your stays and chemise separating your body from her intense gaze. Your fingers start to move towards the laces at the front of your chest but you hesitate.

“What’s your name?” you ask quietly as she scoots towards you more.

“Cirrus,” she answers simply. It’s unusual but it suits her and you quite like it. You tell her your name in return and you enjoy the way her lips and tongue wrap around it.

“May I?” she asks with a little half smile, hand gesturing towards the front of your stays. “You’ll catch a dreadful cold if we don’t get all this off you.”

Blush returning, you nod and her fingers begin tugging at the knot and laces until the garment falls open. Your thin, damp chemise fights for its life as it clings to your breasts and Cirrus licks her lips.

“Beautiful,” she breathes, eyes roaming over your form. “One last thing.”

Her hands reach down to the hem of your chemise, inching it up your body until it comes off over your head and is discarded behind her. When you’re fully exposed to her, wearing nothing but your white stockings, she lets out a ragged breath.

“Treasure the likes of which I have never seen before,” she murmurs, fingers running down your belly. Your mind harkens back to that salacious little novel you loved to read under the cover of night and the way the countess would touch her chambermaid. You feel a rush from between your legs and you bite your lip as your eyes dance upon Cirrus’ features. 

“W-what are you going to do to me?” you ask, cheeks heated and thighs clenching.

She lets out a dark little chuckle as her hand hovers over your body, twitching in their obvious desire to touch you.

“I told you,” she starts, leaning back, “that you’re mine now. And I am so very good to my treasures.”

“Oh?” your voice comes out higher than you would like.

“Mmm,” she hums as she throws a leg over your body the same way she mounted her steed. As she straddles your waist, her hands come up to tangle in your damp hair and brush her thumbs against your parted lips.

“Would you like me to be good to you, my sweet?”

She continues to thumb at your cheekbones while looking deep into your eyes, her gaze illuminated by the many torches that surround the two of you.

“No one has ever been…good to me,” you confess, understanding her double entendre. You are, after all, a good society girl. The only touch of a lover you have known is your own, late in the night when all were asleep.

“A damn shame,” she says, leaning her face down to yours, “And yet, I am so very glad that I have you all to myself now.” In an instant she slots her lips against yours and you jump from the contact. Her kiss is slow and languid, clearly delighting in the lack of urgency presented to the both of you. When she teases her tongue along your lower lip you let out a little whimper and she takes the opportunity to plunder your mouth. As she continues to hotly kiss you, you wind your arms around her neck to bring her in close. Her hand slides up the side of your body to cup at your breast, thumb flicking your pebbled nipple. When she breaks the kiss you let out a pathetic little whine that makes her grin as she slides further down your body.

“Such a needy thing, hmm?” she says before wrapping her lips around your nipple, causing your back to arch sharply. Your hand slides into her loose hair to push her against you and she lets out a rough chuckle around the bud before lightly nipping it with her teeth, causing your hips to buck upwards. When she pulls off of you and leans back, the pout on your face makes her throw her head back in a laugh.

“Wanton little creature!” she crows, as you continue to glare up at her, “they had no idea what lay beneath your surface, eh? All those simpering idiot suitors you undoubtedly had - they could never pull these sweet sounds from you.”

You shake your head as she idly palms your breasts in her beautiful hands. 

“Darling girl, I’m going to make you scream,” she promises, once again lowering her mouth to you. The pleasure that seeps out of you as she laves at your other breast makes your back arch once more. Slowly, her body continues to slide down and she places tender kisses over the curves of your belly. When she settles between your legs, she grins with all her teeth. Hands grip at the fullness of your thighs, fingers slipping underneath your stockings to feel the soft flesh there. Her breath dances across your mound, stirring the hairs and she nuzzles into your leg.

“Tell me what you want,” Cirrus asks, fingers tracing the veins in your leg.

“I…I don’t know,” you say honestly, blushing furiously.

She chuckles against you, placing a kiss to your inner thigh that makes you twitch.

“Do you want me to devour you?” she says, licking a stripe along the slit of you that wrenches a sharp gasp from your throat. “Do you want me to fill you up like no man ever could?”

“I–I…yes. Yes, please.” The confession leaves your lips in a rush, desperate to feel her mouth on you once more.

Gently, Cirrus uses two fingers to spread you open and what she sees clearly delights her.

“Mmm sweet girl, so fucking wet for me and me alone, aren’t you?”

Her fingers trace along your clitorial hood, forcing a whine from your throat.

“Yes,” you breathe, your hips unconsciously making little circles. “I need you, Cirrus. Only you.”

The words cause Cirrus to let out a feral growl before she slides the flat of her tongue along your bud. She hungrily laps at your slick, circling your clit before dipping down into your entrance for more. You’ve never felt anything like this before - none of your meager attempts at self-pleasure could compare - and you tell her so. Your confession spurs her on as she continues to assault your cunt with her tongue, sliding in and out of your entrance. It’s divine, and if she continued like this you could die happy but you need more.

“Cirrus,” you whine as she wraps her lip around your clit and sucks, “fill me up. Please, I need more.”

Cirrus smiles against your mound and places a chaste kiss to it as she pulls back to rearrange herself. When she brings a single, long finger to tease at your entrance your hips thrust forward.

“Next time I’ll use my cock,” she promises as she slowly slides the finger in. “This will do for now.”

Her mouth returns to your clit and you spasm around her finger as she crooks it inside you. All of a sudden your eyes roll back at the sensation, and grinning, she adds another finger. With both of them hooked inside you, brushing that spot you’ve never known before, she flexes her fingers as she sucks at you. As her fingers piston in and out of you, your hips jerk upwards to meet her thrusts, desperate to feel more of her. When she adds a third finger, stretching you deliciously you keen and clench your fingers deep in the fur rug. She’s relentless, ruthless as she brings you closer and closer to the edge, lips locked around your clit and fingers fucking into you. Your breaths become more and more shallow, gasping for air as you feel something build in your pelvis that spreads throughout your body. Suddenly your hand flies to grip at her hair and she growls at your tugging, fingers moving even faster. You’re calling her name, swearing your undying love to her, swearing your body to her as she brings you over the edge. All of a sudden your back bows off the cushions and you throw your head back, a loud, lingering moan exploding from your lips. She continues to work her fingers and mouth on you through your climax, relenting only when you beg her to stop. As your breaths heave from you, she draws away from you and removes her fingers. You’re loath to lose the feeling of being so full but when you see her appearance, you’re filled with a simmering desire. Her hair is a mess from being in your clutches, face sopping wet from the nose down and a vicious grin on her face. Not breaking eye contact with you she wipes her face on the back of her sleeve before crawling up your body and settling beside you.

“Cirrus,” you breathe, only now calming down from your high, “that was…I’ve never…”

She chuckles and pulls a blanket at your feet over the both of you, drawing you into her warm embrace. The space is surprisingly cozy despite being deep within a cave.

“My girl,” she murmurs, kissing your temple and wrapping an arm around your waist. “Thank you for giving me the honor of ruining you.”

You want to roll your eyes and give her a look, but she’s right. As if you could be with anyone else after…after that.

“What now?” you say quietly, toying with the sleeve of her blouse.

“What do you mean?” she asks, leaning away to look at you. “I told you you’re mine. I always mean what I say.”

Suddenly, you’re filled with a rush of warmth that starts in your belly and spreads to the tip of your head down to your toes. You think of your old life - your horrible guardians, stodgy suitors, boring balls - and you grin.

“Never pictured myself as a highwaywoman’s mistress before,” you say, tucking your head into her. “I quite think it will suit me.”

[best-nun-tournament]

Round 1

Skystar and Graywing (Warrior Cats) vs Sasuke and Itachi Uchiha (Naruto)

Scar and Mufasa (The Lion King) vs Jude and Taryn Duarte (The Folk of the Air)

Krauss, Eva, Rudolf and Rosa Ushiromiya (Umineko) vs The Princes of Stormhold (Stardust)

Blitzø and Barbie Wire (Helluva Boss) vs Bardas and Gorgas Lordan (The Fencer Trilogy)

Vinsmoke Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji (One Piece) vs Nikolai and Vasily Lantsov (Grishaverse/Shadow and Bone)

The Batsiblings (Batman) vs Rattlesnake and Sirocco (Wings of Fire)

Dee and Dennis Reynolds (It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia) vs Folgers Coffee Siblings (Folgers Coffee commercial)

Ianthe and Coronabeth Tridentarius (The Locked Tomb) vs Therese and Jeanette Voerman (Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines)

Junko Enoshima and Mukuro Ikusaba (Danganronpa) vs Queen Elizabeth and Queen Mary (English history)

Ruby and Aquamarine Hoshino (Oshi no Ko) vs Richard and Helen Gansey (The Raven Cycle)

The Endless (Sandman) vs Lark and Sparrow Oak-Garcia (Dungeons and Daddies)

The Bridgerton siblings (Bridgerton) vs Clary Fairchild and Sebastian Morgenstern (The Shadowhunter Chronicles)

The Sanderson Sisters (Hocus Pocus) vs Velvet and Veneer (Trolls 3)

The Seven Sisters Colleges (Real Life) vs Zeus and Hera (Greek mythology)

Akio Ootori and Anthy Himemiya (Revolutionary Girl Utena) vs Tom and Jake Berenson (Animorphs)

The Hargreeves siblings (Umbrella Academy) vs Ledroptha Curtain (The Mysterious Benedict Society)

Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian (MDZS/The Untamed) vs Rei Asaka and Fukiko Ichinomiya (Oniisama E)

Adam and Eve (NieR: Automata) vs Dys and Tangent (I Was A Teenage Exocolonist)

Percy Jackson and Polyphemus (Percy Jackson) vs Mercer and Gage (The Silt Verses)

King Richard and Prince John (Robin Hood/English history) vs Cleopatra VII and Ptolemy XIII (Egyptian history)

Uru Somezuki and Saito Sejima (AI: The Somnium Files) vs Illumi, Killua and Alluka Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)

Andrew and Ashley Graves (The Coffin of Andy and Leyley) vs Belzedar (The Belgariad)

Cersei, Jaime, and Tyrion Lannister (A Song of Ice and Fire) vs Torak (The Belgariad)

Phillip and Caleb Wittebane (Owl House) vs Ogata Hyakunosuke and Hanazawa Yuusaku (Golden Kamuy)

Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorston (How To Train Your Dragon) vs Andrew and Aaron Minyard (All for the Game)

Goneril and Regan (King Lear) vs Ruby Rocks and Saccharina Frostwhip (Dimension 20: A Crown of Candy)

The Beagle Boys (Donald Duck universe) vs Catherine and Hindley Earnshaw (Limbus Company)

Sam and Dean Winchester (Supernatural) vs John Wilkes and Edwin Booth (US history)

Anne and Mary Boleyn (English history) vs Rodrick, Greg, and Manny Heffly (Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Anastasia, Drizella, and Cinderella (Cinderella) vs Wolf 40f and Wolf 42f "Cinderella" (Real Life, Druid Peak wolf pack)

Byes: Azula and Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender), Cain and Abel (The Bible)

[she-karev]

Reuniting with Andrew (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev's Sister Angst)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of Two

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy/Station 19

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

Canon Episode: Season 16 Episode 19/Season 3 Episode 15

Summary: Amber runs into Andrew in the surgical floor where he goes to visit Richard. While she is at the pit, she meets a paramedic who she has an instant connection with.

Words: 2657

After rolling the patient from the PRT into the burn unit while Jackson is back at the truck in the ambulance bay treating another patient’s burns. She hands them the chart and walks down the hall to head to the resident’s lounge. After Richard Webber’s public meltdown in LA Jackson opted to work at the PRT while Amber worked to help with Webber and text him with updates. Amber quickly agreed knowing how much he means to Jackson. It’s been three weeks since Andrew’s breakdown so it’s safe to say the gossip has died down and she can feel safe back at work. She walks inside the resident’s lounge where the others are shocked to see her after so long.

“Amber oh my god hi!” Taryn exclaims in joy as she stands by her locker and Dahlia Qadri notices as well smiling.

“You came out of hiding yay!”

“I haven’t been in hiding.” Dahlia raises an eyebrow at her, “Okay I’ve been in hiding.”

Casey Parker chuckles and gingerly approaches her with a supportive grin, “Hey glad to see your here.” He then moves to hug her.

Amber is taken back but lets him and pats his back for thanks, he pulls back, “Pity hugs my favorite.”

Qadri chuckles and gives her a quick hug too, “So what are you doing here? I thought you said you were gonna be at the station until you finish your trauma hours.”

Amber stirs the coffee she made by Keurig’s standing in front of them, “I was but then the conference happened and Avery had to pull a shift today and he wanted me here to update him. He wanted a resident he can trust with Webber and he trusts all of you as far as he can throw you.”

“So how was life as a firefighter?” Qadri asks as Amber pulls her jumpsuit off, “Did you put out any fires?”

“No, I didn’t I assisted Warren and Avery with patients on calls giving them the O.R. treatment right at the scene.” Amber puts her scrubs on, “It was cathartic and therapeutic like a spa while I’m working. Now I am back and better than ever, yes people you can’t knock me down. Now where is our number one patient?”

“He’s in route from LA.” Qadri tells Amber who walks out of the lounge putting her lab coat on with Qadri, Casey, Helm and Levi following her, “So how are you? Are you okay? Is DeLuca, okay?”

“Don’t know don’t care.” Amber coldly tells her, “He hasn’t called back and I’ve stopped trying to call a stubborn brick wall who will only crush my skull. It’s not my main focus today, my main focus is Dr. Webber and figuring out what the hell is wrong with him.”

Later

The five of them stand in the skills lab with all of the chiefs and Catherine Fox present to explain the situation, “We've got a 65-year-old male suffering from memory lapses, tremors, depression and mood swings, and erratic behavior. Yes, I am talking about Richard Webber, but today, he is not the Richard Webber you know and love. He is our number-one patient. Two days ago, he suffered a public…episode at a medical conference. Patient's history includes an appendectomy, a hip replacement, surgery for a brain tumor pressing on his optic nerve. He was also electrocuted several years ago, which led to surgery for a pancreatic pseudocyst.”

Levi whispers to Taryn next to him with Amber on the other side clearly hearing, “Jo did that surgery for the pseudocyst. Oh, sorry. Uh, Dr. Jo.”

“You're crashing with two attendings. We get it.”

Amber rolls her eyes at the reminder of Jo taking pity on Levi and letting him crash at the loft with her and Alex. Both she and Alex find it troublesome, “Who are also my brother and sister so I win.”

Bailey points to the white board, “This is a list of possible diagnoses. Some, we have already ruled out. This, we still need to. Meredith.”

“Uh, we'll run all the labs. We'll do the blood cultures, vitamin levels, check the thyroid function, and we'll check the urine for heavy metals.”

Maggie steps in, “Prepare yourselves. He's not himself.”

“We saw the video.” Taryn states bluntly causing the interns to wince at her bad timing as the attendings look at her offended. Amber sighs and looks at them with an irritable grin.

“I got this.” She then slaps the back of Helm’s head hard causing her to yell out in pain while Casey and Qadri grin to themselves.

Bailey clears her throat and they turn back to her, “Okay Karev, Qadri and Parker triage the pit there’s still a massive trauma. Helm and Schmitt check the results and report back, this is your job for today unless your called in for something emergent.” Amber, Dahlia and Casey leave to do their tasks.

Later

After discharging three firefighters from her assigned beds Amber quickly moves to the next bed where she has a black woman lying in bed holding her wrist looking restless. She is wearing a paramedic outfit and looks ready to leave. Amber clears the tablet and pulls up a new chart for the next patient.

“Wren Jones?”

“That’s me and look I know your gonna have a look at my wrist but I’ll save you the trouble.” Amber looks up taken back by Wren’s assertiveness, “It’s a colles fracture I got it like five minutes ago when I was bringing a patient into trauma 2. The damn gurney collided with another and I was holding the side of impact. If you could just reduce it, dress it and clock me out as soon as you can I’d really appreciate it.”

“Okay Wren first I need to assess the injury so I can see if it is a colles fracture and what kind and what treatment is best. Can I look?” Wren groans but holds her wrist out for Amber. Amber looks at the purple tissue and feels around Wren winces loudly at Amber pressing down, “You feel that when I press there?”

“Yeah, I might not be a doctor but I know anatomy and I know you just pressed on my distal radius. So, when are you gonna pop it back in?”

“We’ll pop it back when we get images back.”

Wren sighs, “Seriously? I am fine I just want to get back there my team are down a man and you’re not a first responder so you don’t know how deadly that can be for my brothers.”

“I’ve been around firefighters enough to know how bullheaded your people can be about taking the pain but, in this case, you dragging someone out of a burning people could do more harm than good.” Wren chuckles and grins causing Amber to look at her confused, “What’s so funny?”

“You say firefighters are stubborn and do more harm but last I checked I just cleared my mom’s outstanding hospital bills your people left for a surgery that even I could do with the right tools and a sterile truck.” Amber nods fully in agreement, “Appendectomy that put her 10 grand in the hole when I was 13. I think it was in that moment I decided to go down the righteous path instead of the health care cog evil doers. She had to work 2 jobs just to pay for half until I went to the academy after high school and paid the other half.”

“I’m sorry that must have been hard.”

“Yeah, but you know she’s my mom at least one of us shouldn’t work ourselves to death.” Amber takes the tablet to order images. Wren narrows her eyes looking at Amber intensely, “Do I know you from somewhere? You just look really familiar.”

Amber looks up at Wren’s face and after a few seconds shakes her head, “Nope sorry I don’t recognize you.”

“Did you go to Reagen High School in LA?”

“I’m from Iowa.”

Wren tsks, “Never mind. Did we sleep together?”

Amber widens her eyes at Wren’s question before chuckling, “No I would remember you; you seem like someone I wouldn’t forget easily.”

Wren grins, “Is that a compliment to my good looks or insult to my stark personality?”

Amber smiles setting up the portable X-Ray, “Both you seem like somebody I wouldn’t know how to say no to if we met at a bar not that I would say no because even covered in soot your very beautiful.” Amber presses her lips together and clears her throat while Wren chuckles, “Sorry please do not sue me for harassment I promise my very doctor like hands will only touch the injured hand.”

Wren chuckles, “It’s okay it’s actually very sweet coming from you.” Amber lays Wren’s hand flat under the X-Ray, “When I was a probie I endured constant catcalls and whistles from the firefighters I worked with. They said a lot of things that were less crude than what you just said. It’s the downfall of being the only female in your academy class.”

Amber groans at that, “I had a coworker intern year who had the personality of a whole frat house. He would tell people what he would do to me if I was single and call me Barbie to my face.”

Wren purses her lips in disgust, “It’s a good thing I got you instead of him.”

“He got fired for leaving a patient with a nosebleed and letting him die.” Amber bluntly recaps Roy’s firing to Wren, “I do not miss him at all.” The scans show on the screen, “Yep you were right on the dot it’s a colles fracture.”

“I told you.”

“Okay we’re gonna pop it back in place and then put in a cast so the break can heal. Unfortunately, you have to stay a little longer for that.” Wren groans, “Yeah I know but you can choose your own cast color, we got red, blue, purple, green, black and white what do you want?”

Wren thinks on it, “Red.”

Amber snaps her gloves off, “Good choice, okay I am gonna quickly access the next three beds for smoke inhalation and after I am gonna get the supplies so we can fit you. I’m gonna give you a little morphine for the pain until I get back.”

“No morphine I don’t want to be high on the job when I get back just some Tylenol I can handle the pain.”

Amber sighs but relents, “Okay I’ll get a nurse to give you amphetamine and I’ll be right back.” Amber leaves Wren to a nurse to check the other patients.

Later

Amber walks down the hall carrying supplies for Wren’s casting when something stops her in the middle of the hallway. She sees Andrew DeLuca outside Dr. Webber’s patient room talking to Dr. Bailey who does not look happy to see him. The shock she feels at that moment is temporary as it morphs into rage that instead of seeing her the first person, he sees is Richard Webber. She knows this is true because Carina would have told her he was coming which means he didn’t come for the people who love him and are concerned about him he came for the latest case to obsess over.

As soon as Bailey walks away Amber growls under her breath, puts the supplies on the station and stomps toward Andrew who doesn’t notice her until she practically drags him away from outside the room by his arm.

“Amber what are you-”

“Shut up.” Amber commands him without even looking at him and opens a supply closet door pushing him inside and closing the door behind her to face him after a week of no calls or texts. She turns to him with a face that is a mix of rage and disappointment, “You are unbelievable!” Andrew looks scared by her sudden need to yell, “You ran out with your tail between your legs after the public meltdown of the century, kicking me out of our apartment, and bullying me like everybody in my life has. And despite all of that I was worried about you when I came to your place the next day and they told me you ran! You ran out!”

Andrew looks agitated and groans, “I don’t have to explain myself to you we broke up!”

“Explain what?! How you ignored my calls and texts when I thought you were dead! And now you think you can waltz back in here like nothing happened like you haven’t made my life hell pretending-”

Andrew speaks in defense, “I don’t have time I am at work!”

Amber continues, “Pretending like you’re okay! Because this all of this is not how a stable person behaves DeLuca!”

DeLuca’s face grows furious, “And leaving a voicemail telling me you wished I was dead is stable in your book!” Amber looks shocked that he listened to all of her messages, “Yeah I listened to it, it makes Alec Baldwin’s voicemail to his daughter tame.”

“No, don’t you dare make me the bad guy here! You did this to us not me you!”

Andrew inhales, “You know I may have said some hurtful things but I was angry and-”

“Angry right well my father was angry too before he gave my mother whiplash after punching her in the face.” Amber chuckles darkly at the cruel similarity, “Verbal abuse is your schtick right? What was it you said last time? Oh, right how I might be crazy like my mother before that it was how I would end up like my dead junkie dad, I can’t wait to see what else you’ve come up with since you ran away like a coward.”

“Maybe I would have reacted better if you didn’t compare me to my dad.” Andrew points out in fury.

“I apologized for that! I said sorry and I did that because I was scared of you! Just like the night my brother attacked me! I was scared to go through this mindfuck again and I was right to because you are acting exactly how you told me your dad acted towards your mom.”

Andrew looks hurt by that accusation, “You take that back.”

“Why you never did!” Amber points out with a furious frown, “You never apologized for telling me I was gonna end up like my father or telling me I was crazy like my mom or using the time I was almost murdered by my brother against me. I am tired of being involved in someone else’s problems I have done that my whole life and I am done! Congratulations Andrew, you have made me reach my limit.” Andrew inhales and exhales looking down, “You know I came here because maybe just maybe I could get a glimpse of the man I fell in love with, the man who would never do what he did to me because he was too good for that…but he’s not here. Instead, I see a broken, cruel shell of a man I knew…and I don’t want to be around him. I’m done we’re done.” Andrew looks up with a glimmer of sadness in his eyes but it doesn’t move Amber as she moves to the door and grips the handle before saying one last thing, “If you ever get help, if you ever go back to some form as the Andrew, I knew I am telling you right now don’t coming crawling back begging for my forgiveness. You are not gonna get it because you ruined us with your inability to see what was wrong and because of that you destroyed the only pure and good thing I have ever been in.” Andrew looks shocked by her statement but says nothing, “I left this life behind…I am not gonna do it again.” Amber opens the door and slams it closed on her way out.