#christine.

[houndgem]

just one caress from you & i'm blessed .

ocs for my love, @cmurphys, i cannot get enough of them and i need to beat everyone else over the head with them too. i didn't feel comfortable posting it on tiktok, where i post most of my work, so for my tumblr crowd- this is special & just for you!

[ssnogcb]

in line to the bathroom just to cry!!

[princekitt]

with: @theatrangel

Durante o baile, Kit não se policiou entre uma taça e outra, mas mesmo ainda estando sóbrio ele podia notar que havia dobrado o número de pessoas. Isso fazia sua mente pensar que mesmo com o poder de Merlin, muitas coisas poderiam dar errado. Todos eles respeitavam a hierarquia e o comando do Rei de Camelot, mas esses que chegaram? Ele não fazia ideia do que era capazes. Sem contar que as conversas que havia tido com a maioria o fazia acreditar que possuíam pensamentos muito diferentes de todo o reino. Aquilo era preocupante. Por mais que houvesse treinado a vida toda para caso algo ruim acontecesse ele jamais desejaria guerra para ninguém. Lembrava dos relatos de Mulan, e outros reinos onde aquilo havia acontecido e era tenebroso. Gostava da própria vida pacífica.

Ou pelo menos, estava acreditando nisso até a figura de Christine aparecer em sua visão. Sua mente entrou em parafusos na hora, pois ele lembrou o que a muito havia esquecido. Como ele podia ter feito aquilo com ela? Algum tempo atrás achou cartas da atriz para o pai, pedindo fundos para o teatro. Seu pai sempre foi um pouco avarento, e mesmo Kit não tendo muito poder na época por ser um príncipe começou a responder a carta como se fosse o pai. Se ele realmente conversasse com o mesmo que possuía interesse em investir no teatro, usando a desculpa, que poderia conhecer uma esposa o homem o faria sem pensar duas vezes. Ele havia se admirado com a coragem de Christine, e sua garra. O que aconteceu foi que o pai fez o baile, e ele conheceu Cinderella e o resto é história. Como poderia ter apagado aquelas cartas e o pedido da memória. Tomando um gole longo que resultou em uma taça vazia, ele foi fazer o gesto mais honrável que era conversar com Christine.

Aproximando-se extendeu a mão para pegar a dela. "Lady Christine? Tens um momento para conversar?"

[houndgem]

valentines day gift for my fiance of our ocs! business associates by day, heathens by night. i love and hate them so much. my gal christine is in the middle & @cmurphys' creatures maxwell and george are left and right respectively!

[wr0ngbtch]

Two Pink Lines { Zack @ Christine bc- }

christine had tried to brush off the periods she'd missed. she's tried to blame it on the stress zack was putting her through. tried to blame it on anything but what it really was. she knows from the waves of nausea in the morning, from the soreness in her breasts... and she wants to weep before she even looks at the test. she's laid the test on the counter - zack had brought it home, amongst perfumes and whatever finery he bought to try and win her love - and she doesn't want to look. she waits a few minutes longer than she needs to, sits at the opposite end of the bathroom on the floor. it takes her a moment but she rises to her feet and slowly crosses the room. on glance at the test and christine's hand flies to cover her mouth to stifle the sob that leaves her lips. she's pregnant.

she knows she can't face him crying, knows he will demand joy. she can only imagine how happy he'll be; a baby gives him even more power over her, a baby to endanger means she'll never try to run again. christine looks at herself in the mirror for a moment, wipes at her eyes. she takes a minute, a few deep breaths before she steps out of the bathroom.

"zack?" she forces a smile, plastered on like a doll. but her voice will always waver, she can never truly hide the fear. she clasps the test in her hands, slowly sitting down next to him and already instinctively holding her hands in front of her belly. "i-i'm pregnant." and the smile falls, knows she can't birth a baby safely in his home alone. she already knows she'll need a doctor, though she won't ask him. "i-i'm so happy... are you happy?" reaches out to cup his face, she presses a kiss to his lips, in hopes he won't notice that she's on the verge of tears.

[wr0ngbtch]

i deserve an apology. { Zack @ Christine }

a sob escapes her lips at that and she shakes her head. she'd tried to run from him, tried to break the rules. months of four walls and only him was slowly shattering the former nurse's mind. if she didn't try to leave, she knew she'd truly lose herself. christine needs to fight, needs to keep part of her spirit alive. "no. you don't deserve a fucking apology." she whispers through her tears. whatever he inflicts upon her for her words and her attempt to leave, the blonde doesn't care. not in this moment. she hadn't even made it far when she'd tried to run, just barely out the front door when he'd caught her. the sun was bright, warm against her skin, and she craved freedom even more now. her minds feels hazy, her thoughts all over the place and anger is all she feels as he demands an apology. she knows submission is how she survives... but submission won't let her truly LIVE. she wills herself to be defiant even though she knows what he's capable of. blue hues meet his, in this moment she feels brave. there's no doubt in her mind that he'll put her though hell for this. no matter what, she won't apologize. "fuck you, zack. i'm not going to apologize for anything. you know why? because you're a monster and i. FUCKING. HATE. YOU." words are hissed at him, knows she'll regret it but she doesn't care. he can't break what he's already broken.

@hummingsng

[wr0ngbtch]

❛ do i need to remind you who you belong to? ❜ { zack @ christine }

the petite nurse takes a step away from him, a nervous shake of her head. if she could go back in time, if she'd known she's be trapped by him, would she have still saved his life? she asks herself the same question everyday but especially in moments like this. "no, no, zack, i-" she's desperate, trying to keep his anger at bay. a step is taken towards him, and femme reaches to take his hands. she prays he doesn't notice the way her hands tremble as slim digits wrap round his hands, a gentle squeeze of his hands. "i belong to you, zack. i'd never forget that i belong to you. you own my body, soul and mind. you love me, you only do this because you love me." she's babbling, she knows it. she's trying desperately to appease him, hoping some words she stumbles over will be the right thing. "i'd never forget that. i'll always be your's. you love me... as i love you. please don't be mad at me, i'm sorry."