... While my brain rambles through their darkest timeline, I'm giving a look at the [REDACTED] amount of sweet and cheesy pics I have of Vio and Vlad. So given that this is already a cheesy week why don't post a [REDACTED] amount of them being sweet and lovely and cute!?
Because the Happy!AU is not only Vlad and Roy playing dress up but Vlad and Vio... doing... Listen, I don't know, when the stars align they are nice to each other.
(Happy!AU - The Kidnapping Arc -> Shattered Diamonds)
The very angsty arc of the Happy!AU where Dany never gets forced to marry Ridley Lordin and follows in her father’s footsteps as a crime lord, Lorenzo Whitlock never becomes Sunny, and their one-night stand at the Bahamas leads to a happy, loving marriage. This is a collaboration with @justplainwhump , Dany is her character.
Thanks for your patience in getting this part out! Hope it’s worth the wait.
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CW: 18+, EXPLICIT NONCON, derogatory language, degradation, forced to watch, lady whump, BBU (not pet whump but “boxies” are discussed), whumper POV, very brutal, please heed the warnings.
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Ian can hear the noises all the way in the other room. Adam moaning loudly and talking in a low, aroused voice, skin slapping together, someone kicking a table leg, and the Hammond bitch screaming and crying. Fucking finally. He’s been wanting to do that for so long.
Normally, he wouldn’t let Adam fuck the hostage, especially not on location. But if he wanted Danielle to be destroyed completely—well, sacrifices must be made. He heard the husband scream at first, he hasn’t heard anything else.
That scream…Ian wishes he had it recorded so he could play it over and over in Danielle’s ear. Make her relive the moment her husband broke until she lost her mind.
He hears another particularly pathetic cry from Danielle and laughs. This has been an amazing day. Sure, the Hammond bitch hurting Jonah was unexpected, and Fitz took a risk pulling back the slide while the gun was in the husband’s mouth. If he had killed him…the Hammond bitch wouldn’t have cooperated. But it all worked out in the end.
Danielle Hammond is breaking for him, watching her husband get fucked like an animal.
She’s been a fucking thorn in his side ever since she stepped into power. She’s good at her job, that’s the problem. That, and the fact that she’s a pretentious little bitch who sits there in her fancy corner office and parades around important meetings dressed to the nines with her nose turned up, sometimes with her husband on her arm like a trophy prize.
Good for you, bitch. You managed to fuck him stupid enough to marry you.
At least Ian could have some semblance of respect for her father. He worked hard. Danielle was raised in a fucking palace, surrounded by bodyguards, and anyone who dared call her a slut for fucking those bodyguards got knocked off.
Stupid daddy’s girl. She’s in the big leagues now. She should know better than to be emotionally connected to someone, especially someone so useless as her husband. Even his muscles, his defined abs, are just pretty decoration.
Danielle is nothing but a spoiled bitch who keeps her husband among her prized collection of hitmen and preppy tennis clothes. She hasn’t had to do a damn thing to get everything she has.
That stupid fucking cunt. Her father was a major detractor of Ian’s business, too, but at least he wasn’t so blatant about it. He should just make both of the Hammonds pets and call this done with.
“Fuck!” Adam is yelling. “Fuck, yeah, diamond boy.”
Sounds like his cue. Time to see how much more he needs to push the Hammond bitch before he gets what he wants.
Ian walks back into the room, smiling. The sight before his eyes is…magnificent. The husband, still bent over the table, cum and blood between his thighs, teeth marks on his back. The Hammond bitch, face red from crying, made into an utter wreck and barely held upright. Ian’s day just keeps getting better and better. "How'd that go for everyone?"
Adam pulls out of Lorenzo, wiping himself off with the stupid apron they found him in. "Great, boss."
Ian stalks over, completely ignoring Dany, to stare at Lorenzo. He looks fucked out, he's not even there anymore. "Shit. You fucked everything out of him."
Adam grins lazily. "I'm thorough."
Dany wails into Fitz's hand, kicking desperately at the two men holding her. Fitz rolls his eyes. "She's been doing this the whole time. Fucking bitch."
"You can let her go now. I'm sure she'll be good and quiet knowing that Adam would love to go round two. Do you think Mr. Hammond would look good, gagging on your cock?" Ian knows exactly what the words do to Dany, the angry glare he gets in response for his words.
"He looked good gagging on a gun." Adam shrugs. "I think it's worth a try."
Fitz and Andrey step back from Dany, but she doesn't move from her spot.
Ian circles to the back of Lorenzo. "You tore him," he says, watching blood and spend slide down Lorenzo's thighs. "Think that'll ruin the sale price?" Ian doesn't wait for an answer, seeing how Dany shudders. "Why don't you give me a product review, Adam? Tell me all about WRU's potential new recruit."
It's amazing how the man bent over on the desk doesn't even react to what Ian's saying. He just lies there with empty, hollow eyes, occasionally whining like an animal. Ian grabs him by his hair and lifts his face up towards Dany's. He doesn't fight back, Ian can pull him around every direction he wants. Pliant. Dull. And he's not even a boxie yet.
"Oh, with pleasure, boss." Adam walks over, cupping Lorenzo's ass with his hand. "This is almost good enough to seal the deal alone. See?" He brings his hand down, and both men watch the skin ripple with the blow, turning red in the shame of a handprint. "He's got quite the ass. WRU should list that as his main feature on their webpage. I'd buy him just for that."
Dany stiffens as Adam walks closer to her, but all he does is shove his fingers in Lorenzo's mouth and smile at her. "He's not loud enough for me, but I can imagine that when he's not floating off to Neverland, he's quite a vocal slut."
Ian chuckles. "You think they can train that out of him?"
"For how much these things cost? WRU can do almost anything." Adam pulls his hand out of Lorenzo's mouth, wiping the saliva off on Dany's shirt. She flinches away from him, her tears dry on her cheeks. "I've already tested his mouth with the gun, as I'm sure his wife remembers, but that was a very positive experience."
Ian nods. "Not a biter?"
"Nah. He's a sweet, pretty toy. Aren't you, diamond boy?" Adam slaps Lorenzo's ass again, and he whimpers, but doesn't resist, doesn't try to pull away from Ian's hand keeping his head up.
Ian looks to Fitz, who's watching Adam eagerly, and Andrey, who looks a little sickened. His eyes narrow. Maybe Andrey will have his own reckoning with a gun, once this business is over. Can't trust people who aren't on board with his decisions.
"Now," Adam says, leering at Dany. "Let's talk about how good he felt on my cock. I don't know much about his sex life--obviously I know he's a slut--but damn. He's tight. He tore on the first thrust, but it made the friction a little less. And I like my men bloody. He's perfect, though. Like he was made for taking cock."
"I looked over their house," Fitz says. "This bitch gives him free rein. Lets him read and write, go grocery shopping."
Adam shakes his head. "It's a waste. She's wasting him. Something this good should be kept tied up to be used all the time."
"She does keep him collared," Ian says. "I'm sure it's not all the time, but he seems to know his place." Ian's never been one for fucking his captives, but he's a little turned on by Lorenzo's eyes. There's nothing there. Not a single spark in that ocean blue. Like it's all been sucked out of him, like the sea after a storm.
"My final rating would be a nine out of ten," Adam says, shoving a finger into Lorenzo and relishing in Dany's horrified whimper. "Tight, pretty, nice ass, but too quiet. I know it's cliche, but I like the boxies that ask for it, that are all slutty and loud. Once he decided to let his brain get fucked out of him, he was just silent. If I'm paying for a boxie, I want him moaning so loud they can hear it two counties over." He pulls his finger back out, covered in blood and cum, and wipes it on the apron.
Ian switches his grip to hold Lorenzo by the collar, shaking him around. "Lorenzo," he calls.
No response.
"Yeah, he's too far gone." He yanks the man back, throwing Lorenzo's naked body onto the concrete floor. Dany cries out as Lorenzo whines in pain from his dislocated shoulder.
"He's a waste," Adam says. "Finally, we got his wife to destroy him like he was meant to be. You hearing me, Hammond bitch? This is all your fault."
Ian slides the laptop back in front of Dany and opens it. "Make the cargo arrangements." Adam kicks Lorenzo in the ribs; Dany flinches more than he does.
Ian smiles. He's got them exactly where he wants them. Pretentious bitch Danielle Hammond, a crying, scared mess. She shouldn't have played with fire, she should have left that to the professionals. She can walk around showing off her daddy's money all she wants, it doesn't matter when her husband is a whore and she's doing exactly what Ian wants. His day couldn't be going better. "Just make the arrangements and I'll let you clean him up before Adam gets horny again." He turns away. "For the record, Danielle, fourteen days is perfectly fine."
There's paperwork and everything, that's my weirdo.
They both think its a stupid idea at first. Big, fussy weddings are a waste of energy, time, and money. They don't need to make some big announcement about it, they already know they're committed to each other.
But then they realized they can put anything they want on the gift registry. There isn't a law that says it can only be shit from Bed, Bath & Beyond. It could be a new microscope, a year's worth of tea, or a non-flammable waffle iron.
Hange thinks of how it would be great time to make Levi dance and take cute pictures. Levi knows how happy a wedding would make his mom. He also sometimes thinks about how beautiful Hange would look with white flowers in her hair and how she would smile before he leans in to kiss her.
He kind of likes the idea of saying ‘that’s legally my weirdo.’
But they hum and hah over the idea, going back and forth between the pros and cons of the concept of marriage. Hange has made more than a few diagrams and slide shows. Levi nods during her presentations, taking notes. They both learn a lot about the history of the modern concept of marriage in their part of the world. Hange digs around to learn about marriage through the lenses of different fields. She likes to have the whole enchilada before making big decisions. As she puts it, you can't make sound decision before there's a whole lot of enchiladas cookin' in the kitchen.
There isn’t anything wrong with the idea of them getting married, but nothing ever gets decided.
Then one day, Levi is walking through downtown Sina, to pick something up for Kuchel, when he pauses at a window. There, on a plastic hand, is the first ring he has ever seen that might just be able to survive Hange. He goes inside and stands there, looking nervous and uncomfortable, until a sales assistant asks if he would like to look at something. He hopes he doesn't sound as unsure as he feels when he asks about the ring in the 3rd window.
The sales assistant nods and asks what he likes about it, he laughs and says it looks hard to break. She smiles and leads him to a table.
It's even prettier up close, he realizes, as he holds in between his fingers. Beautiful and sturdy, not unlike the person who's finger this ring would sit beautifully on.
Hange is messy, loud, and enthusiastic about everything; she can't enter a room without drawing attention or leave a room like she found it. But she is so kind, caring, and gentle (and patient, and funny, and brave, and brilliant). She sparkles all day and smolders during the night. He smiles to himself and imagines her waving happily at him with this ring on her finger.
xxx
He walks out of the store an hour or so later, hands a little clammy. Inside of his pocket there is a small maroon box and a stack of warranty papers. Inside the box there is a silver ring with small sparkling diamonds set flush into the band; nothing to get broken off or snagged on something. It has small indents along one side, where another ring will go, fitting together like a puzzle piece. They can choose the next band together and get a matching one for him. He stops mid-step in the middle of the street, looking more constipated than usual.
Fuck. He's going to ask Hange to marry him.
xxx
Hange looks beautiful that evening. Its a warm summer night and Levi had dinner ready for when she got home. Her favourite meal, drinks, and music were ready to go. He was wearing a nice pair of pants, and the third shirt of the day (he sweat through the other two). She gets home and he's at the door, drink in hand, to kiss her hello. She looks over his shoulder at the patio he spent hours setting up, her eyes widen and a small smile creeps onto her lips.
He's really sweating now.
He shoves the drink into her hand and directs her to the stairs, saying to go put something nice on. If he's going to do this whole thing than they better be able to get some good photos out of it.
He's pouring himself another pina colada (her favourite) when she walks into the kitchen. She's wearing one of her brightly-coloured jumpsuits that she breaks out every summer (this one is held up by straps that tie over her shoulders, and he's had a lot of fun untying them on various occasions).
Barefoot, hair down, and smiling brightly; she lights up even more when she sees the pina colada cups filled up to the brim (they bought them last summer and she insists it makes the drinks taste different).
xxx
Dinner went smoothly, he tells himself. She's chatting happily about work as they sit around the little patio table. Dinner was finished. Time for dessert. Shit. Shit, fucking shit.
He stands abruptly, which makes her pause and raise an eyebrow. He excuses himself, grumbling something about dessert, and rushes back to the kitchen.
Shit. Shit. Ok, its time. His hands are shaking as he takes the little box out of his pocket. He opens it one last time to check that the ring is still there, still in one piece, before placing it in the middle of a tray. It's surrounded with the assortment of pavlovas he spent a good portion of the afternoon baking (they're Hange's favourite). He carefully places a white bowl overtop of the box and then places another bowl, right-side up, on top. He fills it with blueberries, with a mint sprig on top. Beside it, a bowl of whipped cream and two spoons.
Alright. The plan:
1) Put the tray down.
2) When she goes to mix everything in one bowl (like she always does) ask her to pass you the other bowl.
3) She lifts up the bowl and then bam. There's the box.
4) You take the box, get down on one knee, and open the box.
5) "Will you marry me?"
He's run through this a hundred times. He can do it. This is going be fine. He looks outside at Hange, who is facing away from him, head tilted back to look at the sky. He gulps. Game time.
He walks outside, curses as he almost trips (his life flashes before his eyes), but makes it to the table in one piece.
He sets the tray down before taking a seat and proceeds to stare at his hands. She tilts her head to the side and asks if he's ok. You look unwell, are you feeling ok? What did you eat for lunch?
He waves his hand, stammers out an unconvincing excuse, and motions for her to help herself. Hange raises an eyebrow at him but then shrugs and turns her attention to the plate in front of her. She starts to mix everything and Levi's mind goes blank. He can hear her begin to chat in the background but he can't move his body.
He has found himself in some scary situations before, but this was the most terrified he's ever felt. He looks like it.
But before she has the time to ask if he's ok or reach over to place a gentle hand on his cheek, he blurts out that she's hogging the whipped cream and to pass him the bowl already.
No, not that bowl. The other bowl. No, the one under the blueberries.
She lifts the bowl, eyes glued to his face. She doesn't see it, she's still staring at him. His mouth is open, he's staring at her, and he feels like the world's stupidest piece of shit. He shuts his mouth, and clears his throat. She looks at him like he's losing it, and maybe he is.
Fuck. She's looking down now. She's looking down at the tray. Fuck she sees the box. Oh shit, she sees the box.
He stands up, almost tripping over his feet, and grabs the box a little more aggressively than he planned.
For a minute he's just standing there, holding the box. But then she looks at him with those damned brown eyes; they're wide and sparkling... but there is a hint of fear there too.
She looks nervous, he thinks to himself. She hasn't been practicing for this all week and she doesn't know what's going to happen. Neither of you know what's going to happen tomorrow, or in the next year, or in the next 50 years. But... facing the next 50 years with this brave, fierce, kind, loyal, clever, funny, beautiful person would be the best thing Levi could think of.
He feels himself relax and smile softly. He kisses her forehead before kneeling down. He wonders if she can hear his heart beating loudly, and she wonders if he can hear hers.
Now he's down on one knee. Levi looks up at the person he loves most, the person who makes the sun warm and the sky blue. This is the person that helps ground him when his brain gets stuck in a painful loop about some stain or imaginary dust, that tells him when he needs to apologize, laughs at his stupid jokes, lights up his life, and holds him tightly when he wakes up from a nightmare.
He wants to always help her do her laundry, remind her to eat and sleep when she gets too caught up in work, he wants to celebrate with her when she gets a grant or a tenure position at a university, to smile and tell her that her burnt cupcakes and muffins aren't that bad. He's lucky to have her and he'll never stop trying to be a man worthy of her.
They have the rest of their lives to be together; to laugh at stupid jokes, plant vegetables in their little garden, get stoned and eat everything in sight, go for long hikes in the woods, watch shitty horror movies, and hold each other close. There isn't anything in the world he wants than to hold her and kiss her and love her. Fuck, he even wants to dance with her.
He can't believe he hasn't done this sooner.
No, those are not tears in his eyes.
His eyes are locked on hers as he opens that stupid little box.
If Edmond and Fernand have to get married, I love to imagine, instead of the classic groom-white-dress, Fernand in his military uniform (showing off the decorations for war merits, medals, ecc.) and Edmond in a official captain’s uniform of Le Pharaon (with white gloves and the typical hat, super elegant for the most happiest occasion).
Of course after the exchange of vows they can change clothes in a white gown if they want to.
All of this even if we’re talking about they getting married also with Mercédès (she of course would have a beautiful bride’s dress with colorful flowers decorating part of it and her hair jukhfkberjir).
But if all of them get married, how would their new names work?
I ask because, as men, I think these two can still maintain, if they want, their original family names + add after their partner’s last name, so it would be Edmond Dantès-Mondego and Fernand Mondego-Dantès? I also think they can chose if accept a new surname or simply stick with their original ones and remain Edmond Dantès and Fernand Mondego.
And for Mercédès, of course she wouldn’t be “Herrera” anymore, but I guess the first of her new two family names would be from the older husband to the youngest (just to have a precise and logical order)? Since Fernand is the older one, “Mondego” would be first, following by “Dantès”, so she will be madame Mondego-Dantès right?
I don’t know if there’s a precise law for or even if any type of society would approve an official poliandric marriage (one woman and more husbands), if there were/are examples of this kind of situation (If I’m not wrong there were a few of them in the past). I don’t even know if what I’m saying here actually has any sense.
I’m just curious to know how could this be if they could marry each other.
