right so i dont post about anything nsfw, i have no interest in it, but solomon is a sub. try prove me wrong. that man couldnt even dominate an ant. he'd try to dom but the moment someone retaliates with the same energy he'd start crying
imagining harry just sending a list to voldemort of all the things that have nearly killed him better like. just a. ‘little reminder, a house elf trying to save me got closer to killing me.’ letter.
My brain for absolutely no reason at 5pm on a Sunday: "If the Blacks were Icelandic Sirius’s surname would be Orionsson and he would think that this is the singular most irritating thing in the universe"
"Good mornin' handsome, guess which sexy housewife made you breakfast?"
El shuffled upright and wearily rubbed his eyes, limply shoving the covers from his face. Erik: holding a plate of dubious-looking food and wearing a pink apron... And seemingly nothing else.
He handed El the plate and shuffled under the covers next to him, nestling his head in the crook of his shoulder.
El took the fork from his hand and cautiously stuck it in the toast.
"Um, the toast is kinda burnt so don't turn it over, uh I microwaved the beans for too long and I somehow fucked up fried eggs. Bon appetit?"
listen I know it was for the benefit of the audience but there's no way milo thatch, a linguist who speaks a million languages, wouldn't at least try to pronounce kida's full name correctly
𝐣𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲. somewhere in his fifties. cisgender male, gay. former financial lawyer , now works for a large international NGO. lover of the fine arts. painter. could never be accused of being casual in any way, shape, or form. details under the cut , work count: 1.4k
twenty five and suddenly orphaned by the unexpected death of his parents, jayne sold the controlling interests he had inherited of his fathers many lines of enterprise. it’s not that jayne killed his father. he just didn’t call for help when orman mallory started to choke on his own blood. and why would he? he was the reason that jayne was never going to see his mother again, and if the rest of the world had no problem believing that he was an innocent, grieving man who died in a drunken fall down the stairs, then jayne had no problem letting them.
he spent half a decade using his inheritance to travel the world before touching down to finish his education at oxford university and start his career in financial law, where he would meet monica. they were different but complementary, the best of friends. a beautiful couple according to everyone else.
they were committed to each other. bought a place in mayfair when jayne switched to working in humanitarian assistance. content, and uninterested in the concept of marriage until monica became pregnant with their son, holland. honestly, jayne was still uninterested, even after holland was born. but when monica wanted to know why, he couldn’t say until much later, still living in the fear caused by his fathers long reaching shadow of disappointment, disgust.
jayne was never unfaithful to monica, not physically, but he was never able to love her in the way that he promised in their wedding vows. when he sat her down sometime after their eleventh anniversary and tried to explain, tired of living a lie, she said she knew, and that part of her always had. their love was real, but neither of them would ever be completely fulfilled by it. they deserved better. the divorce was amicable. monica kept holland more often and jayne visited when he wasn’t travelling for work.
he did miss the connection, the chemistry that he had with his ex wife even if it wasn’t enough to produce a fruitful marriage. he had no interest in looking for it in fleeting encounters with a man in whatever city he was working out of at the moment.
that wasn’t what he was after when he approached christopher brady inside a hotel bar in new york, and it wasn’t really what he got. chris stayed with him for a total of three nights, where they lazed and discussed almost every topic under the sun between sex and room service. he was fascinated by how chris had apparently spent his entire life so unafraid and unapologetically himself, when jayne was only just now learning how to do that.
with wishful thinking, he did leave his number in the corner of a blank page inside the leather bound business planner that chris had been working out of, took a picture of the gold inscription in the corner, “ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐱 “ but he didn’t see him again until the following spring when he was brought in to washington on a project that was expected to last over a year.
it didn’t happen immediately, but when he and christopher did enter into a relationship, something intense, something satisfying and strange with no veils, no lying to themselves or each other, ever, jayne makes the easy decision to stay in washington even after the project is over. when he tells chris about his parents and how they died, the real story of how they died, jayne isn’t looking for absolution, so chris just asks jayne about his mother, what she was like. jayne’s in love. monica is happy for him. holland actually really likes chris and starts asking jayne to put him on the phone during their video calls.
the general election was upon them, the sun was about to set on hales presidency, and chris says that he has had no idea what he was going to do afterwards. jayne suggests that they get married. move to london, where jayne could be closer to his son and chris could take some time off, some real time off, let jayne take care of him while he figures out whats next for himself. it’s a long shot but jayne has put a lot of thought into it, and its important to him. he knows that what chris really wants is to go back to new york, but holland is growing up and jayne doesn’t want to miss out on any more of it.
chris takes a week to think about it and surprises jayne by saying yes. he has his reservations. he tells jayne that he doesn’t have a clue what he’ll do in london, but he still says yes.
after the inauguration of hale’s successor, they decide the wedding will be in a year. they won’t invite more people than they can count on their hands to the ceremony, something very low stress. in vermont, because deborah brady would rather die than miss the wedding but chris loathes the idea of making her travel. monica had always wanted to see new england, anyways. early spring, and maybe they’ll honeymoon through chris’s birthday.
they stay with monica and holland in mayfair while they look for a place of their own, but chris doesn’t like any of the properties they see, and jayne knows its because its not new york. or maybe its not that’s something is missing, but that he doesn’t want this, london, or jayne, whichever.
its discouraging how out of place chris looks and acts in what becomes, or was supposed to be their home. sometimes he hears chris on the phone with someone in the other room, maybe jude, or claire, but he doesn’t recognize chris’s voice when he sounds like someone else talking about a strangers life and plans someone else made for him. when he asks chris about it, chris genuinely doesn’t look like he knows what jayne is talking about, but it still feels like he’s being lied to. it feels like this for months.
things get a little better when chris starts working again, writing single pieces for newspapers and magazines, and jayne realizes that being loved and in love isn’t enough of a purpose for chris. that, he can live with. he just wants chris to be happy with him. loathes to idea of making him feel trapped.
but then chris gets an email, and then a phone call from the editor in chief of a newspaper in new york. he’s flown into the city and jayne seriously worries that he’ll never want to come back. when he does, he says he’s been offered a position at this newspaper, this newspaper with its incredible reputation, its fucking worldwide readership, all these god damn awards. he wants to take it. he wants to leave, is what jayne hears over the sound of his own blood rushing through his ears.
he can see it in chris’s face, though, he wants it so bad. he needs it. chris doesn’t ask jayne to give up london, or his time with his son, but to help him make it work. meet him halfway. they’ll fly out to see each other on weekends, steal time and work remotely when they can. jayne can see that chris needs this more than he needs jayne.
and jayne does think that they can make it work, right up until they’re standing in an empty apartment in upper manhattan and chris is asking him whether he should put an offer on it, whether he thinks its big enough for holland to have his own space when they come into town to visit. he hates the idea of visiting his husband. hates how he feels absent in this marriage before its even started, when he already spent a decade feeling like that in his last one.
it’s more of a discussion than a fight, a discussion that continues for a few weeks back in london before jayne apologizes because he knows he’s made chris feel like the bad guy for needing more. a discussion that puts chris back on a plane because jayne won’t make him choose. they try. jayne makes the trip to new york a few times. its upsetting that his absence doesn’t put as big a void in chris’s life as jayne had wanted it to, but there’s a photo of them on chris’s desk at work that stops jayne from bringing it up.
chris says he’ll fly out to spend christmas with them in mayfair but something gets in the way, a lead, or something like that. their engagement ends over a phone call after they spend new years apart.
