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Hey y'all I'm back with a painting, Tell me if y'all want a post about the stones.

Also the Frankenstein stuff will be postponed for a little bit, I want to get a bit more confident in my writing.

PSA also I just watched Hoppers so I might do art of Shawn hatosy's Titus as a butterfly. Also I might be doing a iron lung painting, so anyways frog out🐸

drjabbotswife

Hi, I just had to tell you that I'm still thinking about the Pope's Secret Wife you wrote, it keeps spinning around in my head and I love it

eeee!! i've been thinking about it so much that i started a second part

(pope had tried going home. his key didn't work, his wife didn't answer the knock on the door. you must be out somewhere doing something else. so he leaves, goes to his mothers house to say hello and kill time)

"I'll just go back to my place."

smurf looks at her son. the way she looks at baz passes the responsibility onto him. "you can't, man," he says and looks back at pope. "we sold it."

the rest of the cody's try not to be scared of pope. yeah, they wonder what folsom did to him, but he wouldn't hurt them, right? smurf wouldn't let him.

but, right now, they can't tell. their brother is fucking crazy and he looks like he wants to hurt every person in this room.

"where's my wife?" he asks, his voice a deadly calm. "where's my fucking wife?!"

"it's okay, baby," smurf says, reaching for him again. "we've kept her safe, but we've got some stuff to take care of before that."

smurf has you. pope had spent so long trying to keep you and your daughter safe from his family and she has you.

"i'm upset with you, pope," smurf says as she fixes herself another drink. "keeping my beautiful grandbabies from me."

***

a knock at your door. it's had you jumpy for the last three years, since your husband was taken from you. the people that knew never told you what happened, leaving you entirely in the dark as you raise two kids in a dingy apartment.

and you're afraid, terrified. which of her sons would she send to demand rent cheques that you couldn't pay? it went the same way every time. you insisting that you can't pay, craig or deran (baz rarely came by) getting smurf on the phone. she agrees to let the rent go if you bring her grandbabies by.

her grandbabies. not your children. not andrews children. but her grandbabies. you feel sick each and every time you take them into that house, the house your husband was abused in.

you look through the peephole. smurf stands on the other side of the door, her sons flanking her. you turn to your daughter, colouring in front of the tv. "belle, honey," you call and your six year old turns to you. "go sit with your brother."

she nodded and heads towards the bedroom she shares with her brother, who is currently napping.

you pull the door open just enough for smurf to see your face. "what do you want, smurf?" you ask, your voice short.

"drop the hostility, baby," she says, trying to look behind you. you block her view. "i've got a surprise for you."

your jaw is set, your stare hardened. whatever smurf had, it couldn't good. you look to the side.

his hair is shorter, his shoulder hunched like he's carrying the weight of the world. "andrew?" you breathe like you can't quite believe it.

he looks at you and you finally see your husband. you run at him, unable to hold yourself back. he doesn't catch you when you wrap your arms around him, doesn't kiss you back when you press your lips to his. no, he's staring at his mother like he wants to put a bullet in her head.

"where's belle?" he whispers, like his mother won't find out if he says it quietly enough.

"she's inside," you answer and reach for his hand. "i have to tell you something."

but you don't want to say it with his family surrounding you. you want to drag him into the apartment, into the place where you had to try and build a life without him. fuck, you want to cry.

"grandma!"

your spine stiffens as belle runs out of the apartment. she runs at smurf, who immediately drops down for a hug. "there''s my best girl!" smurf cries. you know she truly loves your kids, her grandkids, but that woman is nothing but bad. she looks up at you as she hugs belle. "where's adam?" she asks you.

you pull your husband behind you. you pull hi into the apartment while smurf asks your daughter if she'd like to come live in her house. "i have to tell you something," you say quietly as andrew follows you. "I was pregnant when you left."

six words so easily shatter his world. andrew looks at you, looks around the apartment. it's an entire mess, like you partially stopped functioning without him. only holding on for your kids.

"you have a son, andrew," you say and reach up to feel his hair. he lets you.

you lead him through the apartment to the kids bedroom. adam sleeps in his crib, holding onto a teddy almost the same size as him. a little boy, a little version of andrew, sleeping like an angel.

andrew doesn't cry. he stares at his son with the same fondness he uses to look at his daughter. a sweet man that's been through so much, that just wants to love his family. he reaches down, brushes adams cheek with his finger.

pope decides it then. he's gonna make this right. he's gonna do whatever jobs smurf wants him to so that he can find you a better place to live. a place where your neighbours aren't all low level criminals.

(smurf brings you to live with her while andrew is at the motel. she doesn't give you much of a choice; your kids are living in a 'safe environment' and your husband spends every day at her house, every day with you.

at first, belle doesn't recognise her dad. she was almost three when he went in, six when he came out. it breaks pope's heart, until she comes to him one day.

"mommy showed me pictures of you," she tells him, staring up at him with his eyes. "she says you're my daddy."

he nods at her. "i am your daddy," he says and crouches down in front of her. belle takes his hand. and that's good enough for him)

drjabbotswife

nobody knows about you. pope makes sure of it.

his wife he doesn't wear a ring anybody can see. baz and smurf would be the only ones to pick up on it, he knows. but he can't imagine anything worse than that. of them finding the two of you.

it's not one of smurf's properties, somewhere of his own. the only place that's not filled with death and darkness. somewhere the cody's can't control.

he debated changing his name. taking yours instead. but you wanted his. you wanted to be pope cody's wife, even if you don't entirely understand what that means, the strings that come with it.

pope doesn't tell you much, certainly not when your little one is around. but you can tell when it's been a hard day by the way he carries himself as he comes to sit on the sofa beside you. but he takes your little one from your arms and turns on the cartoons.

its a slice of domesticity after that.

he's easier to be around since you, so damn in love. eager to get things done, eager to get home to you. eager to place a kiss on your lips and put his daughter on his hip while you cook something to eat. he sleeps better with you there. his hands on you, resting over your heart as if he needs to make sure it's still beating.

his wife. his lovely lovley wife. you make him want to be good.

but good won't keep the roof over your head and your kid with clothes and food.

that's why the bank job happened. it shouldn't have happened and he shouldn't have been the one to protect baz's ass. but that's the way it goes.

you don't know. you're out of your mind with worry because your andrew hasn't been home in so so long. you call him. so many times. nothing. all you can do is assure your daughter that he will be home soon. he promised.

pope cody doesn't break a promise, not to his wife.

you don't think much of a knock at the door. "one second!" you call and make sure your daughter is okay before you head towards the door. you pull it open in desperation, ignoring everything pope told you.

and there she stands, her son's surrounding her. but no pope. and you're fucking frightened. "hey, baby," she says and opens her arms.

you're still keeping the door closed enough that janine cody can't see your daughter. "what is this?" you ask, unable to stop your voice from shaking.

"pope's gone," one of the son's says bluntly. "pack your shit, we're selling this place."

pope's gone.

that's all you can hear as janine grins like her oldest son isn't in prison. "you can come stay with me, baby," she says and reaches out to stop me. "you and my granddaughter."

you pitch your head to the side and throw up.

abbotcoded

they’ve never looked more like husbands

noknowshame

resurrected dead wife watching her own montage: wow I looked so hot in that

peter-pantomime

#happy pride 🌈

thefrogdalorian

shoutout to the lady sitting in the row behind me during my most recent screening of the mandalorian and grogu, who whispered 'he's gorgeous!!!' as soon as Din's helmet came off. felt that in my soul.

louferrignojrofficial

June? Oh, you're right. 🌈

lgbtqiatext

magnhild

it's midnight on the 1st of june aest

gronknuts

rocky hunting grace while hes working like heh. going to pull big prank on grace. stupid human hearing so bad very bad and only 'see' with light-sense organ in one direction at a time. eridian best hunter on all erid, evolved best hunting veeeery quiet. scare grace a lot. very funny.

rocky is HORRIFIED mid stalk when grace suddenly stiffens and turns around to stare directly at him. HOW GRACE DO THAT HOW GRACE KNOW HOW GRACE KNOW