I Beg You Don’t Embarrass Me (Barty Crouch Jr. X Black!Reader)

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POV: Peter/Henry/001 has come to take back what’s his…

“Oh, Y/n I told you I’d come back for you.. didn’t I?”

Okay! Imagine Animals by Maroon 5 for a Possessive/Yandere? Peter Ballard/Henry Creel/001! Please if somebody does this as a Oneshot/imagine or even a few parts, I love you!

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This series is SO GOOD!!!

Shadows of Affection

warnings: minor smut

slow burn Coriolanus Snow x reader, slight Felix Ravinstill x reader

Chapter 10: Make up your mind

You and Felix sat side by side in the Capitol's grand viewing hall, surrounded by the buzz of excited chatter. The Hunger Games preview event was in full swing, the tributes and their mentors each stepping onto the stage to perform for the Capitol’s elite, trying to make a lasting impression. The entire room was entranced, the audience eager to see who could captivate the most, who could leave them with something unforgettable.

Felix squeezed your hand lightly, the warmth between you two a welcome relief from the chaos of your respective worlds. As you watched the tributes, the tension in the air was palpable—everyone on edge, trying to get a glimpse of the next big star.

“Did you see the guy from District 2? He’s definitely overdoing it,” Felix whispered, shaking his head with a small laugh. “It’s like he’s auditioning for a role in a gladiator movie.”

You snorted quietly, leaning your shoulder against his. “Yeah, I was expecting him to pull out a sword or something. Not really my style.”

You both shared a brief, soft chuckle, and the moment between you two was comfortable—easy.

But the energy in the room shifted as Lucy Gray Baird walked onto the stage, her bright gown sparkling under the lights. Coriolanus Snow stood beside her, his cold eyes scanning the crowd, calculating. As Lucy began to sing, her voice floated through the room, delicate and haunting, drawing the crowd’s rapt attention. The Capitol’s citizens reacted immediately, their applause loud and thunderous as she finished her performance.

Your jaw tightened, a flash of irritation crossing your face. You glanced at Felix, then back at Lucy Gray, who was basking in the spotlight. You couldn’t shake the feeling of resentment building up inside you, your frustration with the entire spectacle bubbling to the surface.

“I would almost call that beautiful,” you muttered, your tone bitter. “But I’m not about to give her that kind of credit. She’s just... too much, don't you think?”

Felix, sensing the change in your mood, gave a slight, knowing smile and gently wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. “She’s not a patch on you,” he said softly, his voice warm but serious. “You’re way better than her—way prettier, smarter...” His thumb gently brushed your jaw, and he tilted your face toward him, his gaze locking with yours. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your cheek, lingering for a moment before pulling back slightly to look at you with a tender smile.

The touch was small, but it held more meaning than words could convey. You felt a warmth spread through you at the gesture, and for a moment, all the bitterness, all the tension, melted away.

As Lucy Gray smiled from the stage, basking in the adoration of the Capitol, Coriolanus caught sight of Felix and you in the crowd. His gaze flicked to you both, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly before a spiteful smirk curled at the corner of his lips. The look was sharp, filled with something you couldn’t quite place, but it set you on edge.

Felix, feeling the subtle shift in the atmosphere, tightened his grip around you, his expression hardening just a little as he followed Coriolanus’ gaze. But he didn’t let it linger, instead focusing entirely on you.

“Forget him,” Felix whispered, his words a soft promise. “You don’t need to let anyone steal your spotlight, especially not him.”

Your lips twitched into a faint, appreciative smile as you leaned into Felix’s embrace, your head resting against his shoulder. “I’m done worrying about him,” you murmured, your voice low. “But it’s nice to know you’ve got my back.”

Felix pressed a kiss to your temple, pulling you closer, blocking out the rest of the room

The afterparty was everything you had expected it to be—exclusive, dazzling, and filled with Capitol elites who were all too eager to congratulate themselves. The air was thick with the smell of expensive perfume and the clinking of champagne glasses, and you felt an undeniable rush of excitement as you walked into the venue with Felix. The moment you stepped in, your black lace dress caught every eye in the room. It was elegant, alluring—just enough to spark intrigue but not too much to be considered immodest. You made sure every step was purposeful, feeling the eyes of the crowd follow you, and Felix's arm was firmly planted on your lower back, a quiet declaration of ownership and confidence.

As you entered, Festus, Livia, and Agrippina were already mingling by the bar, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them. You could already feel the tension of the day slipping away, the excitement of the night taking over. Felix kept his arm around you as you approached the group, and everyone greeted you warmly.

“You two look great!” Olivia said, eyeing your dress with an appreciative look. “Damn, girl, you really know how to turn heads.”

You smirked. “I try,” you said, glancing up at Felix, who shot you a playful grin in return. “Thanks. You all look great too.”

Saja raised her glass, giving a wink. “You’re definitely making an entrance tonight.”

You leaned in to join the conversation, your mind briefly drifting away from the nagging feeling in your chest. It was a good night. You looked good, and Felix was by your side. This was the life you deserved.

But then, just as you were about to lose yourself in the moment, the doors swung open, and in walked Coriolanus Snow. His presence filled the room immediately—calm, collected, and unbothered, like he owned the place. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, though you quickly masked your irritation. You weren’t about to let him ruin your night. Not now.

“Ugh, look who it is,” Olivia whispered under her breath, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Did you hear about his performance today? He and Lucy Gray are practically unbeatable.”

“Of course they are,” you muttered under your breath, but you couldn’t help the simmering frustration bubbling inside. “He thrives on attention. It’s all he’s ever cared about.”

Agrippina nodded, looking over at the couple. “I’m kind of sick of hearing about Lucy Gray. It’s like she’s already won.”

You fought the urge to snap, forcing yourself to stay calm. “Yeah, well, if they want to crown her queen, they can. I’m not wasting my time on it.”

“Coriolanus and Lucy Gray are all anyone can talk about,” Festus chimed in. “They’re just... the perfect duo. It’s kind of sickening, actually. They’re all anyone talks about these days.”

You shot him a tight smile, but inside you were boiling. You wanted to shout, to scream that they were all just fawning over the wrong people—people who didn’t deserve the recognition. But you held yourself back. You were better than that now. Felix was beside you, and that was more than enough.

“Don’t worry about them,” Felix said softly, his voice low enough only for you to hear. “You’re way more than they’ll ever be.”

You smiled, looking up at him. “Thanks, Felix.”

You took a deep breath and excused yourself, needing to step away from the crowd for a moment. “I’m going to grab a glass of champagne. I’ll be right back.”

Felix hesitated, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. “Are you sure? I can go get it for you.”

“No,” you replied with a small shake of your head. “I’ve got it. I just need a moment to... breathe.”

Felix nodded, not pushing it, but you could see the concern in his eyes. He kissed your cheek softly. “Alright, I’ll be here.”

You were standing at the bar, your fingers tracing the rim of your glass, when you felt it—the familiar presence behind you. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

Coriolanus Snow.

"You look good tonight," he said, his voice low and smooth, like he was savoring every word.

You didn’t flinch, but you couldn’t ignore the wave of irritation washing over you. “Thanks,” you muttered, not turning to face him. “You’re looking sharp as always.”

He chuckled, that all-too-familiar smirk tugging at his lips. “You really think you’ve got it all figured out, don’t you?” He took a step closer, his presence almost suffocating.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t respond. The way he looked at you—like you were something he could control, something that belonged to him—made your blood boil.

“I see you’re still hanging on to Felix,” he said, his voice tinged with an edge of something darker. “Does he make you feel... safe?”

You felt your stomach tighten. "Felix is nothing like you, Coriolanus," you shot back, not bothering to hide the bitterness in your voice. “And you really should stop pretending to care about me.”

Coriolanus moved in even closer, his breath warm against your ear. “You know, you’ve always been so easy to read,” he whispered, his words dripping with arrogance. “You want me. You always have.”

You spun around to face him, fury flashing in your eyes. “You’re insane,” you hissed, pushing him back. “You don’t own me. I’m with Felix, and you need to get that through your head.”

Coriolanus smirked, but there was something dangerous in his eyes now. “You think he can give you what I can? Felix can’t even come close. You’re wasting your time with him.”

You gritted your teeth, fists clenching. You could feel your anger rising, but you didn’t want to show him the weakness he was trying to provoke. “You’re pathetic. You don’t even know what you want, Coriolanus.”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I want.” His voice dropped to a low growl, and before you could react, he grabbed your arm, pulling you toward a quieter corner of the event hall. The music and chatter became muffled as you moved into the shadows.

“You can pretend all you want, but you belong with me,” he said, his grip tightening on your arm. “Not with him. He’s nothing.”

You jerked your arm free, your heart pounding in your chest. “No. I don’t belong to you. Don’t ever touch me like that again.”

He didn’t listen. In one swift motion, he pinned you to the wall, his body so close you could feel the heat radiating off him. His face was inches from yours, and you could see the hunger in his eyes. “You don’t get it, do you?” he said, voice low and dangerous. “You’ve always been mine.”

You could feel your pulse racing, your breath coming faster, but you fought to keep your composure. “I’m not yours, Coriolanus. I’m nobody’s.”

His lips were on yours before you could say another word. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t tender. It was urgent and hungry, like he couldn’t wait another second to have you.

Your hands clenched at his jacket, but the kiss was overpowering, consuming your thoughts, your anger, everything. You wanted to pull away. You should pull away. But his hands were everywhere, his lips demanding more.

When he finally pulled back, you gasped for breath, your chest heaving. Your eyes burned with rage as you tried to push him away, but his grip on you stayed firm.

He stepped back slightly, still smirking. “You can pretend like you’re not into it, but I know you are.” He gave you one last look, something like possession flashing in his eyes. “Never tell anyone about this.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, your mind reeling. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you spat, your voice shaking with fury. “You think you can just kiss me and walk away like nothing happened? You don’t get to do that!”

But Coriolanus didn’t answer. He simply turned on his heel and walked away, leaving you standing there, breathless, furious, and completely and utterly confused.

You stood there for a long moment, your fingers trembling at your sides. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. How could he just kiss you like that? How could he leave you there, like it meant nothing?

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You needed to pull it together. You weren’t going to let him control you. You were done with him.

But as you made your way back to Felix, your heart was still racing. You weren’t sure what to feel. You couldn’t tell him what happened—how could you? You didn’t even know what to think about it yourself.

When Felix saw you, he immediately took note of your disheveled appearance, the way your lips were slightly swollen and the fire still burning in your eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft but filled with concern.

You quickly composed yourself, pushing the anger and confusion aside. You smiled tightly. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

Felix didn’t look entirely convinced, but he didn’t press you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close as you rejoined the others.

But you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were caught in

The rest of the night carried on smoothly, or at least that’s how you made it seem. No one could tell anything was wrong—you’d mastered the art of pretending to be fine. You laughed, you mingled, and not once did you falter. You didn’t see Coriolanus again, but a shiver crawled down your spine every time you caught sight of someone with similar blonde hair. It was a shadow you couldn’t shake, no matter how much you smiled or how much champagne you sipped.

At the end of the evening, the goodbyes were warm and polite, filled with well-wishes for the Games in two days. You and Felix left together, sliding into the sleek black car waiting outside. The low hum of the engine filled the space as the city lights blurred past the windows.

Felix sat close to you in the backseat, his hand resting loosely on his knee, but his eyes kept darting toward you. The silence stretched just long enough to feel heavy before he broke it.

“Are you really okay?” His voice was soft, but there was an edge of concern he couldn’t quite hide. “You seemed... distracted tonight.”

You glanced at him, forcing a small smile. “I’m fine. Just tired, I guess. It’s been a long day.”

He frowned slightly, studying your face like he didn’t quite believe you. “You sure? You don’t have to pretend with me, you know. If something’s on your mind, I want to know.”

You sighed, leaning back against the seat. “I appreciate that, Felix, but there’s nothing to worry about. Really. I’m okay.”

He tilted his head, his expression softening. “You don’t have to carry everything on your own, you know. I’m here for you.”

His words made your chest tighten, but you pushed the feeling aside, flashing him a teasing smile instead. “You’re sweet, you know that? But I promise, I’m fine. Just needed a moment to breathe tonight, that’s all.”

He smiled back, though his concern lingered in the way his gaze lingered on yours. “Alright. I’ll take your word for it. But if you need me, I’m not going anywhere.”

The sincerity in his voice made your cheeks warm, and you looked away briefly, trying to focus on the passing lights outside.

“You’re too good to me, you know,” you said quietly, your voice carrying a note of something you didn’t entirely mean to let slip.

He chuckled, leaning just slightly closer. “Well, someone’s got to keep up with you. Can’t have you outshining everyone all on your own.”

You turned back to him, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, I see. So this is all just self-preservation? Keeping up appearances?”

“Exactly,” he said, grinning. “But you do make it easy. You’re kind of impossible not to be drawn to.”

His tone was light, but there was something else in his eyes—something deeper, more serious. The teasing smile on your lips faltered just slightly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked softly, your voice quieter now.

He hesitated for half a second before leaning in a little closer, his voice dropping just enough to send your heart racing. “It means you’re incredible. And I don’t think you even realize it half the time.”

Your breath caught, the words hanging heavy between you. The space in the car suddenly felt smaller, the air warmer.

And then he said it, his voice so low it was almost a whisper. “I love you.”

Your heart stuttered, your chest tightening as the words settled over you. For a moment, you didn’t know what to say, your mind racing. His face was so close to yours now, his eyes searching yours for any sign of how you felt.

You didn’t think—you just moved, closing the gap between you and pressing your lips softly to his.

The kiss was gentle at first, tender and cautious, but then something shifted. Coriolanus’s voice echoed in your mind, the memory of his smirk, his accusations. You wanted to prove him wrong, to prove to yourself that he didn’t matter. You kissed Felix harder, your hands moving to his shoulders as you pressed closer, needing to feel something real.

Felix responded immediately, his hands finding your waist and pulling you into his lap. The kiss deepened, your fingers tangling in his hair as the world outside the car disappeared. There was only the warmth of his hands on your back, the way he held you like you were the only thing that mattered.

The sound of the driver clearing his throat broke the moment, and you both froze, breathless and flushed. “We’ve arrived at your house, miss,” the driver said politely, his voice cutting through the haze.

You and Felix pulled apart, your foreheads resting together for a moment as you caught your breath. His hands lingered on your waist, and his eyes were dark, still searching yours.

You smiled softly, reaching up to gently cup his chin. Leaning in, you pressed a quick, sweet kiss to his lips, your thumb brushing over his jawline. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said, your voice soft but steady.

Felix nodded, still looking a little dazed. “Yeah... tomorrow.”

You slipped out of the car, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you walked up the steps to your house. Your lips still tingled, and your heart was still racing, but for the first time all night, you felt like you were in control.

I don’t know if you taking requests but I have one if you are!

Charlie Mayhew x fem reader; they are married and the reader finds out everything and on top of that he is cheating on her with Megan (aka Lois was right) and leaves him without him knowing until he gets home and finds her and all of her stuff gone. She later finds out she’s pregnant (though she was told that she couldn’t before) while she’s staying with Lois and Charlie finds out the hard way when she’s in the hospital either something happened like she gets attacked or something but she doesn’t lose the baby OR she’s in their for a check up or had said baby.

I love the way you write him and absolutely love Haunted!! Also you can change it however you like!!

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Summary: You and Charlie have been married for a few years, but something feels off. You've been growing distant, caught in the struggle of trying to expand your family through adoption. But then, something happens—something that changes your life for the worse.

Author's Note: I’m honored by this request and hope you enjoy what I’m preparing for this fanfic. If it goes well, I can certainly guarantee more chapters. The story will include betrayal, marital issues, and pregnancy. Engage if you like it! I would like to say that other requests are welcome and that I loved writing this chapter. If you like the chapter, interact. The chapter will contain inappropriate language and explicit adult content. Minors should not interact.

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At times, you have wondered how one knows when a marriage is over—if there is a sign that marks the end or if you simply wake up one day and decide to leave the man you love. For better or for worse seems far too abstract. Even now, as your husband holds you gently, pressing his body against yours. Once again, he has returned from work with a heavy expression, carrying the scent of a sweet perfume. If only he weren’t so handsome in that white coat, perhaps you would be able to think clearly enough to question him.

"My hermosa esposa, how did you spend your day?" Charlie asks, his hands settling on your waist as he embraces you from behind, pressing a kiss to your neck.

"Aunt Lois took me shopping. She advised me to start buying furniture for our child’s room," you say, turning to look at your husband, who does not seem pleased.

"I don’t like you getting ahead of yourself about having a child. Buying furniture and clothes is premature. That imaginary child does not exist yet," Charlie replies, his tone edged with bitterness, as if the idea of preparing a nursery had been weighing on him for some time.

"I should have known you would react this way," you say, pulling your husband's arms away from you. It is almost as if, little by little, he is becoming a stranger—a complete stranger.

"If this continues, it would be best if we abandoned this altogether," you say, your gaze serious as you look at him.

"You want to give up on the idea of adoption?" Charlie asks, and you watch him closely, trying to decipher his thoughts. Deep down, you are almost certain he is relieved at the mention of giving up.

"Perhaps I want to give up on my husband," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. Charlie’s expression remains unreadable for a moment, his sharp eyes studying you in silence. Then, ever so subtly, the corners of his lips twitch—not quite a smirk, not quite a frown.

"Don't speak like that, mi vida," he says, holding your face and pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. "You are the reason I live." Charlie’s voice is low as he leans in, his fingers tracing gentle patterns against your skin.

"I love you, Charlie, but if you don’t want to build a future with me, then it’s best that I move on with my imaginary child, and you with your own life," you murmur. It hurts to say it. You don’t want to give up on your marriage—but with each passing day, it feels as though the man before you is slipping further away.

"Forgive me if I gave the impression that I don’t want a future for us. I just think what we have now is already good," he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then your forehead, and finally your lips. Your eyes close, surrendering to his touch. It’s always like this.

"What we have now is you being a successful doctor and me being a journalist who gave up the column I was responsible for because it required too much time away from home. I thought at least one of us should be present to care for our child—but we don’t have a child yet. And I remain here, waiting for some form of company," you confront him.

Some time ago, you tried to conceive, but due to a medical condition, none of your pregnancies survived. Eventually, the weight of it began carving an emotional void within you, a void that only seemed to push Charlie further away. He never put words to what he was feeling, and perhaps that was what hurt the most.

"I can keep you company now," Charlie says as he puts his hands on the strap of the dress you're wearing. He slowly pulls your dress down as you believe you should be discussing your relationship, but feeling his gentle touch on you, you feel like you can connect with him once more. "Eres deliciosa, I hope I'm being clear about this," Charlie says as he finally gets rid of your dress.

"As much as you're praising me, I don't know if fucking now will help us, mi esposo ," you speak with a shaky voice as you feel the touch of Charlie's hands on your exposed breasts. His cold fingers touched your nipples, causing you a pleasant sensation as he went from caressing your nipples to lightly squeezing them. You bite your lip holding back a moan that is almost escaping your mouth.

"Mi vida, being between your legs, feeling your juicy pussy around my cock, will always be the best option to help," he says as he pulls your neck. Immediately his lips capture yours, before you can even say anything. And quickly you feel something soften inside you, not just your legs but your heart. Charlie's arms hold your body, naked. By chance, you were without panties and bra, because the dress you were wearing was tight. He lifts you off the ground, guiding you to wrap your legs around his waist. His fingers pressing into your ass with a force that makes you gasp, while you cling to his neck, kissing every detail. You can't remember the last time he held you in his arms, that he wanted to be so close to you. "Doctor Charlie Mayhew, you are overdressed," you murmur in his ear as you nibble on his earlobe.

"Why don't you help me with this, Mrs. Mayhew?" he says as he places you on the edge of the bed. His body raised in front of you, his cock visibly erect covered by his pants so close to your face. He then takes your hand, putting two of your fingers in his mouth and sucking. The erotic look he gives you is enough to make you hot inside, you remove your fingers from his mouth and hurry to help him take off his clothes. You remove his lab coat, then unbuttoning his shirt and taking off his tie.

"Tell me how much you want to have me inside you, mi vida," he says as he gently pushes you down onto the bed. Then he gets on top of you, licking your lips and then kissing you deeply. His tongue entering your mouth and sucking yours as you lost yourselves in each other in the middle of the kiss. He uses his hands to separate your legs, running his fingers over your pussy, making you shiver slightly. Your pussy is wet, you can feel how easy it is for Charlie to run his fingers under it, as if he's just teasing you.

"Stop teasing me and fuck me," you mutter. He chuckles as he gently presses two fingers onto your clit, while kissing your neck. He sucks the skin on your neck as he enters your pussy with both fingers, inserting them into you slowly.You arch your body slowly, feeling pleasure build inside you as his fingers they come in and out of you faster and faster. You moan slowly as you watch him give a naughty smile watching you squirm. You feel your orgasm approaching, as you make increasingly loud noises at the stimulation Charlie is giving your pussy. You dig your nails into Charlie's back as you scratch him, feeling him inside you with so much passion. He then takes his fingers out of you, licking them and slapping your pussy, making you grunt.

"I'll give you what you wanted so much, hermosa," Charlie speaks as He removes his belt from his pants and lowers his pants and underwear with admirable speed. You place your hand under his cock, stroking his cock with your hands and gently squeezing the tip of it. He mutters "mierda" while feeling your hand stimulate his cock, feeling his pre-cum lubricate your hand making the movements more slippery. He squeezes your breasts as he massages them, causing you to let out a soft moan. Quickly, he holds your hand, kissing the hand that was previously on his dick and without delay, puts his cock in your pussy. His first movement is slow, as you get used to his cock inside you, but quickly amidst your attempts to assist with his movements, he begins to thrust his cock in you more quickly. You can't contain your moans as you feel him nibble on your neck and hold your legs upwards, to bring your body even closer to his. You drag your fingers down his back as you force him deeper into you, grinding slightly. You pull on Charlie's hair as you feel your orgasm coming, feeling the sweat from your bodies mix as your husband continues to explore your body with his hands. You let out a loud grunt as your husband thrusts deeper into you, as your cum melts his cock.

As you cum, he squeezes your ass tightly, making you even more horny for him. His balls slapping against your pussy as he still thrusts his cock into you, while your pussy is sensitive from cumming. You hold on tight against him as you try to keep your legs steady on his waist even though you feel a slight weakness in your body as you recover from the orgasm. Charlie says your name as he cums inside you, and you feel his cum spurt inside you hard, making you let out a loud involuntary moan. Charlie licks your neck moving up to your face and kissing your lips.

"I hope you're ready for round two, mi vida," he says as he runs his fingers down to your pussy, feeling his cum dripping down your pussy and pressing his hand against your sensitive pussy, giving it a light slap under it. You sigh as you prepare for another round of sex with your hot husband.

"I'm always ready for more of you," you whisper against your husband's lips as you feel him take control of your body. He has always had this power over you—the power to ignite you, to give you exactly what you need to feel whole. Sexually, the two of you share an otherworldly connection.

But then the night fades into dawn, and once again, your husband slips out of bed. It isn’t a medical emergency—his pager never went off—but you definitely heard him receive a message.

After several long minutes of pretending to sleep, you wait for him to leave before following him. You are certain now—he is hiding something. It has been weeks since Aunt Lois first warned you that something about Charlie felt off, and now you need to know what is so important that he had to leave your bed in such a hurry.

You remember all the advice Aunt Lois gave you for moments like this. You’re using your own car, keeping a safe distance, wearing a disguise. And yet, Charlie doesn’t seem the least bit suspicious.

Your heart nearly leaps out of your chest when you see where he finally parks. Megan Duval’s house. More specifically, Detective Megan Duval. She and Aunt Lois are partners, though their relationship has been strained ever since Lois suspected Megan was angling for a promotion. Thinking back, Megan used to visit Aunt Lois’s house often. And Charlie never minded going there either. Coincidence or not, Charlie suddenly became too busy to attend Aunt Lois’s dinners—just as Megan stopped going as well.

Then you see him. Charlie steps out of his car, smoothing his tousled hair—hair you ran your fingers through just hours ago. He straightens his shirt, a fleeting effort to compose himself before heading toward her door.

Your body tenses as you watch him smile, a smile you once thought was meant only for you. He nearly rushes to her, and she opens the door as if she had been waiting, as if this were routine. Without hesitation, she throws herself into his arms, and he kisses her. Passionately. His hands find her waist, pulling her close with a familiarity that makes your stomach turn. Then, slowly, one of them slides down to caress her backside.

Your heart shatters. Your blood boils. Tears blur your vision as you watch them disappear inside, and the weight of reality crashes down on you. The man you built your life around, the man you sacrificed for, the man you loved—he is gone. Or maybe he was never truly yours.

Every instinct screams at you to get out of the car, to tear her house apart, to make him regret this betrayal. Years of devotion, of trying to give him a child, of bending yourself to fit the shape of his life—wasted. You want to scream. You want to hurt him like he’s hurt you. But more than anything, you want to be free. And that will only be possible if he never sees it coming.

Your hands grip the wheel tighter as you drive home, heart pounding in your chest. The moment you step inside, you move with purpose. A suitcase—essentials only. Clothes, documents, enough to disappear for a while. But as you pack, rage takes over.

You shatter every framed photo of the two of you, as if breaking the glass could erase the years you wasted on him. You tear apart his favorite clothes, rip them to shreds. His expensive colognes? Smashed, their luxurious scent mixing with the bitter stench of betrayal. Then, an idea forms. If Charlie takes his time realizing you’re gone, it will be even easier to slip away. With renewed determination, you grab every bottle of alcohol he cherishes and pour them over the furniture, the floors, every surface in sight. By the time your bag is packed into the car, the house is drenched in liquor.

Standing at the door, you flick open a lighter—one you haven’t used in years. You quit smoking when you started trying for a child, when you still believed in the future you were building together. That future is gone now. So you let the past burn. The flames catch instantly, licking hungrily at the alcohol-soaked wood. You took the batteries out of the smoke detectors. There are no neighbors nearby. By the time Charlie realizes what’s happened, he’ll have nothing left. You slide into the driver’s seat, heart racing, and dial Aunt Lois.It’s time to tell her everything. As you drive away, the fire glows in your rearview mirror. But you don’t look back.

Months later, you struggle to carry a package into your new home. Aunt Lois made your escape possible, securing a false identity and forged documents so you could start over. You relocated to the family's countryside house in another state, renting it under your new name for a modest sum—just enough to avoid suspicion.

They never found your body in the fire, so you were declared missing. You abandoned your car in a river before boarding a train that took you close to your new home. Now, you drive a rented car, living in this secluded house, far enough from prying eyes. The people in town seem to like you—you’re not sure if it’s because of your demeanor or because you're a pregnant woman living alone.

Yes, Charlie managed to get you pregnant—perhaps in one of the few times he hadn’t even tried. Now, you spend your days working as a waitress in a local restaurant and ghostwriting for a newspaper. You need every bit of income to prepare for the arrival of your child.

But something is wrong. There’s someone inside your house. You spot the intruder from a distance, rummaging through your belongings. Your pulse quickens as you slip back to your car, your fingers closing around the gun in the glove compartment. You don’t give him a chance—once you have a clear shot, you fire.

He collapses, blood pooling beneath him. You approach, cautious but steady. He’s still breathing, but barely. Then, as you turn his body over, your world tilts. "Y/N... is it really you?" Charlie rasps, his voice weak, his hand grasping at your leg as if trying to convince himself you’re real.

You stare down at him, heart pounding. "Charlie," you whisper. Your hand instinctively moves to your belly, feeling your baby stir inside you. What a cruel twist of fate.

I don’t know about anyone else but I would like it to be JJ but that’s up to you :)

if i did an imagine based off the song 'somebody else' by the 1975, who would you want it to be about? rafe or jj 🥺

Y’all said yes and shall receive. Get ready for more Henry/001 x reader💀 And might also post my Coriolanus snow story.(at least what I have) definitely will be more especially of the other characters!

Imagine instead of Ms.Weems being murdered by Ms. Thornhill it was you instead and Tyler being there the whole time seeing his girlfriend die…

And yes you have my permission to use any of my imagines as a story or a oneshot/imagine!

My Oc’s!

(Part of my Coriolanus Snow Fanfic!)

Main Girl:

Emme Reinswood~

Main Boy (one of them):

Ashe Warren~

2 Main(ish) Boy:

Marcus Plinth~

Yep..😂💀

When I realise I have read all of the Peter Ballard x reader stories