#Disturbed Marriage life Solution

[narumi-gens]

Platonic

Miya Osamu x f!Reader

summary: Osamu knows that there’s nothing going on between you and his brother. And yet, he still can’t help but be jealous.

warnings: minors/ageless/blank blogs dni, don't let the summary fool you – this is basically just 4k words of fluff, jealous!osamu, slightly insecure!osamu, married!osamu, dad!osamu, very normal relationship problems, the importance of communication, kita is always the voice of wisdom, osamu is really just a simp for you, reader and osamu are #CoupleGoals

notes: whenever I’m trying to get back into writing, stealing plots from sitcoms is always a guarantee so everything from the title to the banner to the plot is at least 80% lifted from platonic (which is such a wonderful show).

words: 4k

part of the Meet the Miyas series

Osamu is jealous. And he hates it. He hates the word. He hates the feeling. He hates what it says about him. He really hates how irrational it is.

But what he hates most is that the person that he's jealous of is his own brother (that scrub).

But maybe he's the scrub. Because it's dumb. You've been together for years. You trust him. You love him. You're committed to him. You're married to him. You’re the mother of his child. You're happy with the life that you've built together. 

And he knows that Atsumu is your best friend. You were Atsumu's friend before he even met you. Atsumu is the one who introduced the two of you, who set you up — which he'll never stop taking credit for if his speech at your wedding was anything to go by. So of course you spend a significant amount of time with his twin. 

It’s never really bothered him before. If anything, he’s typically relieved that you’re so close with Atsumu. The more you occupy the setter’s time, the less time he has to annoy Osamu. 

And you’re allowed to have friends and a life outside of being a wife and mother. He wants you to have fun and to be your own person outside of your relationship with him. He doesn’t expect you to go from home to work and back to repeat the cycle all over again the next day. Not that you would ever allow it. 

It wasn’t easy and it took a lot of hard work, but over the years, the two of you have built a happy balance between him running the restaurant, you pursuing your own thriving career, being doting parents to a three-year-old son, and still managing to keep your marriage healthy. So this gross feeling of jealousy has no place in his life, especially where Atsumu is concerned. 

But it creeps up on him slowly, needling its way into him before he even has a chance to stop it. He first feels it over something so small that it embarrasses him. 

He asks you if you want to go see a new movie that’s been advertised for months. His mom and yours are always eager to babysit — sometimes eager to the point of forcing you both out of the house for what’s declared “much-needed grandparent time.” 

“Oh, I promised Atsumu that I’d see it with him,” you reply with a slight tilt of your head before picking up your phone. “Let me check with him about us all going together.”

It’s a simple and obvious solution. You’ve already sent your message to Atsumu and are looking up showtimes for that weekend. But there’s a small voice in the back of Osamu’s head insisting that you should be asking him if Atsumu can come with the two of you, not the other way around. The unfamiliar thought makes him feel uncomfortable and he quickly shoves it away.

But just that small, intrusive voice is like a spark and it isn’t long before he finds himself hearing it again, fanning the pathetic, weak flame into something stronger.

One morning, he’s pulled from sleep by the blankets lifting and the mattress dipping. When he cracks open a bleary eye, he sees you doing your best to slip into bed without disturbing him. He can’t check the time on his phone without giving away that you’ve already woken him up. But from the pale grey light of early morning that’s already beginning to brighten the bedroom and the fact that Reiji isn’t already awake, Osamu guesses that it’s between five and six. 

He knows that you had plans with Atsumu last night. You told him that you would probably be back late. But “back late” feels like an understatement considering the joys of parenthood usually have both of you up in about an hour whether it’s a workday or not. 

When you come down a few hours later, the bags under your eyes and unkempt hair point to your inability to sleep in even after what he can only assume was an all-night rager. You pepper your son’s cheeks with exaggerated kisses that have him giggling over his breakfast as Osamu pours you a cup of what he’s sure is much-needed coffee. 

“Ya got home late last night,” he comments as you take the mug that he passes you.

“Ah, yeah. Just ended up going a little harder than I meant to,” you reply and something close to embarrassment seems to cross your features. You glance at Reiji, making sure his attention is on his food before you lower to voice to a furtive whisper. “I threw up in a karaoke room and had to sleep it off at Atsumu’s.”

His immediate instinct is to laugh in your face and he has to bite his lips and quickly look away from you to keep from doing so. You weakly punch his shoulder in response before sitting down at the table. 

But the amusement at your misfortune slowly starts to fade, replaced instead by that same voice, which is growing steadily more familiar. He can’t remember the last time that the two of you had a night like that together. He tries to think back on if it was before or after Reiji was born. And while you certainly don’t make vomiting in karaoke rooms a habit, it’s not at all rare for you and his brother to have a wild night out. 

When the voice asks why you’re having them with Atsumu but not with him, the only thing he can focus on is the knot in the pit of his stomach and how it only seems to grow tighter. 

He hears it again when he’s with Atsumu one day and he asks Osamu what he thinks about you rejecting a new job offer. The question is offhanded — he’s looking at his phone when asks it, barely even giving Osamu a fraction of his attention. 

But Osamu freezes. This is the first that he’s heard about any job offer. He didn’t even know that you were interviewing somewhere else. 

“What job offer?” His voice sounds thin and Atsumu seems to realize that he’s unintentionally stumbled into something much bigger because his thumb stops scrolling and there’s a line of tension in his shoulders that wasn’t there only moments ago. 

“Uh, it’s nothin’ big,” he quickly tries to assure his brother as he puts down his phone and turns to face him fully. “It just happened this week. Some new place made her an offer and she turned it down.”

Osamu merely hums, his expression betraying nothing, but his twin brother knows him too well.

“Look, I’m sure she just hasn’t gotten ‘round to telling ya,” he offers and Osamu can see the slight panic in his eyes. “She had that big meeting. And she’s been lookin’ after Reiji-kun since he’s been sick, right? Things’ve probably just been too crazy fer her to even think about it.”

Every excuse only digs the hole deeper. It’s not just this apparent job that you’ve been pursuing only to turn down that Atsumu knows about. It’s also your hectic work week and how you’ve been taking care of Reiji since the restaurant’s been too shorthanded for Osamu to stay home. 

What’s next? Is he going to mention that you’ve also been so busy the two of you haven’t had sex in almost three weeks? From the guilty look in his twin’s eyes, Osamu would bet good money that he’s already aware. 

On his way home, he tries to think about the best way to raise the subject with you and ultimately decides that there’s no good way to ask, “Hey. Why are ya tellin’ Tsumu things but not yer husband?”

(He knows that’s definitely the wrong way to phrase it, but that little voice won’t say it any other way.)

But when he enters your bedroom he finds you slouched against the headboard, fully passed out with Reiji sprawled on top of you as he clings to you even in his sleep. The light and tv are both still on. You’re obviously exhausted and stretched thin, while Osamu is looking to pick a fight. The guilt he feels is almost crippling. 

It probably hasn’t even occurred to you to mention the job offer with everything else going on. Atsumu is right, which only makes him feel worse. 

He comes toward the both of you and carefully tries to pick Reiji up out of your arms without waking either of you. But he’s only just managed to pry the sick toddler loose when your eyelids flutter open.

It takes you a moment to register what’s happening, still feeling the dregs of sleep, but when you do, you give him the softest smile and it makes him feel like an even bigger piece of shit.

“Did you just get home?” you whisper as you help him lift Reiji off of you. But before he can take your son too far away, you shift over and gesture for Osamu to place him in the middle of the bed. “He’ll cry if he wakes up in his room alone.”

“He doin’ any better?” Osamu quietly asks and does as you ask, gently putting him down before sitting down on your other side on the edge of the mattress. 

“His fever broke a couple of hours ago, so he should be back to normal in a day or two.” The news is a visible relief to you. It’s not just the amount of effort a sick child takes, but also the worry that’s been weighing you down. 

“Wish I coulda been ‘round more to help ya,” he tells you, his guilt about both doubting you and leaving you to take care of Reiji by yourself beginning to peek through.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” you assure him, lifting a hand to run your fingers through his hat hair. “I know that you’re in a bind since Kimura-san quit. I’m the one with the flexible hours and schedule. I really don’t mind. We’re a team.”

He doesn’t deserve you.

“Well, the new part-timer starts next week so things’ll finally calm down,” he offers and something mischievous sparkles in your tired eyes.

“Good. Because when you can finally take some time off, we’re gonna pawn Reiji off on the grandparents. Then you’re gonna make it up to me by spending the entire night making me cum so hard I see stars,” you tell him, your tone leaving no room for argument, as if he would ever want to. 

“I can do that,” he agrees with a grin.

“We haven’t fucked in weeks,” you pout and Osamu can’t hold in his laughter, only for you to slap a hand over his mouth to keep him from waking up Reiji. 

Your own quiet giggles are able to momentarily drown out the small voice reminding him about the job offer that you’ve yet to tell him about. 

But a few weeks later, even after having the house to yourselves for an entire weekend and spending it fucking on every surface that you could like you used to do before Reiji came along, those embarrassing feelings of jealousy are still as present as ever.

You post a series of photos of you and Atsumu at a restaurant. The first picture is of your happy, smiling faces and the matching pair of five-pound gyoza on the table, one in front of each of you. As he swipes through the series, you both look worse and worse as you try to finish your gyoza. When he gets to the final one, you’re proudly holding a certificate from the restaurant for having finished yours in an hour, while Atsumu looks like he’s on death’s doorstep.

He’s so preoccupied swiping back and forth through the photos that when the restaurant door slides open, it startles him so badly that he almost drops his phone entirely. He doesn’t know whether or not to be relieved that it’s Kita coming to drop off a new order of rice rather than a customer who didn’t read the closed sign. 

On one hand, he doesn’t want to deal with a customer while he’s in the midst of indulging that voice that’s slowly becoming a companion. But on the other, dealing with Kita when he’s in a jealousy spiral is even worse.

“Is everything alright? Ya look like ya just got some bad news,” Kita observes with a small frown of concern.

As Osamu assures him that nothing’s wrong, he tries to hurriedly shove his phone into the pocket of his apron. However, it slips from his sweaty hands and skids across the floor of the restaurant where it comes face-up to a perfect stop right in front of Kita’s feet.

He picks it up and when he sees the final picture of you and Atsumu on the screen, he shakes his head in amusement. 

“Atsumu only sent me the picture of them at the start of the challenge,” he wryly says as he slides the restaurant door shut behind him and joins Osamu at the counter. He takes a moment to swipe through the rest of the photos in your post before passing the phone back. “I’m surprised ya didn’t go with ‘em.”

“I wasn’t invited,” he mumbled, vocalizing the bitter thought that’s been taking up so much space in his mind ever since you and Atsumu originally made the plans. But as soon as the words leave his lips, he knows he’s given himself away because he can feel Kita’s heavy gaze on him.

“Did ya ask if ya could join ‘em?” is Kita’s annoyingly reasonable response. After a few moments, Osamu gives the smallest shake of his head, confirming that no, he didn’t ask if he could go with you and his brother. 

“Y’know, yer wife is an amazing woman,” he finally says when it’s clear Osamu has nothing else to offer. “But fer all of her talents, she’s not a mind reader. Just talk to her.”

Osamu groans loudly at how rational Kita is being. He drops his head down to rest his forehead on the countertop, his Onigiri Miya hat flopping off in the process. While he agrees that it’s good advice, there’s still one problem.

“Kita-san…it’s embarrassing,” he protests childishly and he turns his head to the side to look up at his old team captain. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Stop spendin’ so much time with that scrub!’ I’ll sound like an idiot.”

“Just talk to her,” Kita repeats calmly and Osamu can only sigh. “Why don’t ya tell me how Reiji-kun’s been?”

For the rest of the day, Osamu finds himself trapped in an internal debate over whether or not he should take Kita’s advice. The ugly voice in his head insists that he shouldn’t have to say anything at all. If you really love him then you should already know. The more self-conscious part of him keeps warning him of how embarrassed he’ll be when he tells his wife, the mother of his child, the love of his life, that he’s jealous of how much time she spends with his brother. 

But a new voice, one that sounds exactly like Kita, simply asks him if he’s tired of feeling like this. Does he really want to keep harboring this resentment? It’ll only continue to fester and grow until it explodes, hurting everyone he loves. 

So that night, after he’s put Reiji to bed and the dishes are done and the laundry is folded and he has no more excuses left to procrastinate, he collapses next to you on the couch with an exaggerated sigh. You look up at him from your phone with an amused smile, only for it to slightly fall when you see how troubled he looks. 

“What’s going on? Did something happen at work?” you ask, turning to give him your full attention and scooting closer to him so that you can rest a gentle hand on his thigh. 

He shuts his eyes and gives himself a single moment to steel himself before finally letting out the poison that’s slowly been building inside of him for the last few months. 

“I have somethin’ to tell ya and it’s gonna make it seem like I’m fifteen or somethin’,” he says and he knows that if he didn’t sound so serious then you would be making a joke about him having some sort of wet dream and ruining the sheets. Instead, you give his thigh a reassuring squeeze. 

“Lately…fer the last few months…I’ve been feelin’ kinda…jealous.”

There. The words are out there in the world. You’ve heard them. He can go crawl into a hole and wait for the embarrassment to kill him. 

“Jealous? Of what?” 

He hates how concerned you sound. You’re not making light of his admission. You’re not confused. You’re being patient. You’re gentle. You’re so much better than him and his childish pettiness and resentment and jealousy. 

“You and stupid Tsumu,” he grumbles, slouching down even further into the couch. He glances over at you from the corner of his eye and sees the look of surprise on your face. He shuts his eyes again, balling his hands into fists, and tells himself to man the fuck up.

With his nerves now steeled, he takes a deep breath, sits up straight, and turns to fully face you. 

“Look, I know that ya got this weird friendship with Tsumu and that he’s yer best friend. And it’s never been a big deal before, but lately, I dunno…,” he trails off, his gaze darting down before he forces it back up to meet yours. “I’ve just been feelin’ a little…cut out.”

“Osamu,” you murmur, lifting a hand to his face but he quickly takes it between both of his so that he can hold it tight and keep himself steady. 

“I love you and our family and the life we’ve built together. I wouldn’t change any of it fer anything,” he’s quick to assure you, needing you to know that you make him happier than he ever thought he could be. “But sometimes I see ya hangin’ out with Tsumu and havin’ fun and it sounds dumb but, I wish I could see more of that part of yer life.”

You softly repeat his name before you climb into his lap. You wrap an arm around his shoulders to hold him close and pull your other hand from his grasp so that you can cup his cheek with a loving touch. 

“I’m so sorry that I’ve made you feel that way,” you tell him. “You’re always gonna come first. I don’t ever want you to feel excluded or like I’m trying to keep the different pieces of my life compartmentalized.”

Just hearing your apology and acknowledgment of the irrational jealousy that’s been plaguing him soothes his insecurities and embarrassment. 

“I want ya to be able to go do things on yer own and do things with Tsumu without feelin’ like ya gotta bring me along every time. But ya just look like yer havin’ fun when yer gettin’ up to stupid things together and I guess, I just wanna have fun with ya too,” he shrugs. Despite how true it is, he hates how cheesy he sounds. But from the way that you’re looking at him with so much affection, you clearly find it touching. 

“I love having fun with you, Osamu,” you smile back at him and his cheeks start to feel warm. “I’d love to do more stupid things with you.”

“Even if that stupid thing is spendin’ 20,000 yen at an arcade to beat a bunch of teens for the high score?” he asks and it comes out shyer than he intended. “Or buyin’ out every flavor of chips and every type of snack from the konbini just to rank ‘em?”

“Even then,” you nod with a grin. “Even if it’s needing to make a cab pull over to throw up after a night of drinking.”

“I thought it was the karaoke room?” he frowns in confusion.

“It was the karaoke room for me. The cab was Atsumu,” you tell him with a laugh and he snorts in response. 

But then, since this is a time for honesty, he decides to bring up the question that’s been weighing heavily on his mind for the last few weeks. 

“Why didn’t ya tell me about the job offer?” he gently asks, the question curious rather than accusatory.

“Job offer?” The line of your mouth twists down and your eyebrows knit together as you try to understand what he’s referring to. 

“Tsumu said ya turned down a job offer. It was around when Reiji was sick,” he explains and his tone turns slightly hesitant. “Did ya feel like ya couldn’t tell me?”

Your eyes spark with recognition before you roll them in annoyance.

“Atsumu’s an idiot. He never listens,” you begin to rant and he’s not too proud to admit that hearing your irritation directed towards his twin extinguishes the last remaining embers of his jealousy. “It wasn’t a job offer. A recruiter reached out about a job opening for a position that involves more work for less pay. I didn’t even reply.”

He feels an odd mixture of relief, guilt, and frustration. He’s relieved that this was just some misunderstanding, but he feels just as guilty for jumping to the worst conclusion and thinking that you were something big from him. The frustration will be dealt with when he next sees his twin and gives him an earful and delivers a slap to the back of his head.

“I’m sorry fer not just askin’ ya ‘bout it sooner,” he says and you just give him a look of understanding. 

“You and me, we’re only human. There are just gonna be times when I forget to tell you something or just don’t think to bother with it. But I’ll always do my best to make sure you know when there’s something going on. We’re a team, remember?” You run your fingers caringly through his hair with a soft smile and he leans eagerly into your touch.

“We’re a team,” he repeats quietly, finding the words comforting. He then gives you a slightly embarrassed look. “Hey, don’t tell Tsumu, okay? He’ll just call me a scrub.”

You place a reassuring kiss on his lips before nodding. 

“Don’t worry. You’re a scrub, but you’re my scrub and I love you.” He can’t help but laugh as he wraps his arms around your middle and hugs you close. “But, you wanna do something crazy, huh?”

When he looks up at you, it’s to find a hint of wildness creeping into your expression. It’s the same wildness he used to see when you first started dating — before you both became adults and spouses and parents with real responsibilities. 

The next day, Atsumu stops by the restaurant in the late afternoon during a lull. His appearance is unannounced, meaning that Osamu hasn’t had a chance to prepare himself for what he knows is to come. It’s as bad as he imagined because as soon as the setter walks in, he freezes, his expression going slack in shock at the sight of Osamu.

Or more correctly, at the sight of Osamu’s hair, which has been amateurishly dyed to be the same shade of grey that he used to wear in high school. 

“Don’t even start,” he warns but doing so is pointless because Atsumu immediately bursts into laughter, finding it so funny that he has to clutch his stomach as he bends over. 

“Who’s idea was this?” he manages to ask in between his gasps for air and his cackles. “Ya look so stupid!”

Osamu just stares at him blankly, not bringing up the fact that Atsumu is the one who’s been wearing the exact same hairstyle since they were sixteen, and isn’t that even more pathetic? 

Because for all of the mocking that he receives, he knows it was worth it for the time he spent joking and laughing with you into the late hours of the night in your tiny bathroom as you did your best to dye his hair without burning his scalp.

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Unpopular Opinion: Demeter Did Nothing Wrong

Alright, maybe the title isn't 100% accurate since she almost wiped the entire human race from earth, but you got the idea.

The thing with Demeter is that nowdays she is demonized/villainized all the time. And the most ironic part is that she is demonized by feminists, which leaves me quite confused, considering the fact that she would technically be a great example of female strength, especially when raporting to "Homeric Hymns to Demeter". But before discussing the myth of seasons, let's talk about her background story:

One thing that is certain about Demeter is that she had horrible experiences with almost all men from her life. Her father ate her. Poseidon raped her disguised as a horse. Zeus raped her as well (which led to the birth of Persephone). Iasion was one of the few men from her life who loved and respected her, and whom she lived with for a while before Zeus became jealous and killed him; yes, he is THAT much of a d-

The only one of her brothers who didn’t hurt her in any way at that time was Hades. And if you take into account the versions of the myths in which Hades was born before her that means that he was the one who took care of her as well during the time when they were trapped in their father's stomach. So it is pretty much implied that he was the only one of The Big Three whom she trusted the most, which makes the discovery that he was the one who kidnapped her daughter even more tragic.

Now, about "Homeric Hymns to Demeter": first of all I want to point out the fact that this myth isn't about Hades and Persephone. They are mostly mentioned in this story rather than actually playing an active role in it, because they have more of a symbolic value above it all. Wheter Persephone came to love Hades in time or despised him for the rest of her eternity is irrelevant, because this myth is not about her but Demeter.

Demeter had already faced some disturbing experiences even before Persephone was kidnapped. And considering the fact that her own daughter was a result of SA, it makes perfect sense why she would be protective towards her and raise her outside of Mount Olympus; every woman that was raped would fear that her daughter would face the same cruel fate.

About the abduction part: it is revealed to us at the beginning that Hades asked Zeus if he can marry his daughter, and he agreed. Hades only needed the approval of the father in order to wed her. Back in the Ancient Greece, especially in the Athens, people had a very patriarchal view on marriage. On short: the marriage would be usually planned between the groom and the father of the bride, her mother not knowing anything about what was going on until her daughter was already taken away from her. This myth is a representation of how the Patriarchy was a dominant system even among deities, with Zeus as its supreme figure.

At this point, the myth of seasons can be already considered a comfort story for mothers who had to endure the loss of their daughters either through death or marriage. This myth, however, has a lighter note as well, and that because Demeter, instead of accepting the fate of her daughter, left her anger free and did anything she could so that she would ultimately convince Zeus to give her daughter back, the last solution being leaving hundreds of humans dying of cold and hunger. This part basically shows how even a patriarchal figure like Zeus can be defeated by a mother's rage (or pure female rage, take it as you wish). Even though this myth is supposed to tell us just how seasons appeared, it can also be used as a moral lesson for men: it is better to consult with your wife and daughter before making a decision, or else there will be GREAT CONSEQUENCES.

And finally, one moment that is indeed very touching yet most people are ignoring for some reason is when her mother Rhea appears in front of her and starts to comfort her after she found out that Persephone ate the promeganate seeds, showing how a mother's mouring over her daughter was a common feeling among most female deities from Greek Mythology.

Now, is Demeter perfect? Absolutely not. And that is okay, because instead of that she is supposed to show in this myth a lot of humane and realistic nuances about what being a woman is like. She is a complex character, and completely demonizing her just because you ship Hades and Persephone is quite disturbing in my honest opinion. Wheter or not you like this couple (I won't condemn you because they are still one of the most stable relationships from Greek Mythology, but that basically shows just how f*cked up myths are in general lmao but anyway....), you have to understand the fact that the "Beauty and Beast" and "A mother's love will always conquer" are two tropes that can co-exist, and that things aren’t just black-and-white.

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Fury of the Dragon

request: Hiii can I send in a request for daemon? Maybe him and the reader having a fight and he says something hurtful in the heat of the moment and makes reader accidentally cry? He feels super sad and tries to make it up to her? With a happy ending please :)

pairing: husband!daemon targaryen x wife!reader

word count: 1k+

Being forced into exile to the ancient ancestral seat of Dragonstone by King Viserys was not in your plans for the year. If it were up to you, you and your husband Prince Daemon would have remained in the King’s Landing, but after the deaths of the late Queen Aemma and her son Prince Baelon, Daemon decided it best to quell his grief in the brothels of the Street of Silk where he supposedly called the late prince “heir for a day”. 

King Viserys refused to take such a vile comment from anyone, much less his rogue brother. The King’s solution? Exile his brother, and by extension you, to Dragonstone where Daemon could no longer disrespect and plain embarrass the king no longer.

Daemon’s trip to the Street of Silk came of no surprise to you, though his actions cut you deep. The prince had been famously unfaithful to his first wife, the late Rhea Royce. Westerosi whispers said he never even made an attempt to consummate their marriage, even in the years before the late lady’s unfortunate passing. Soon after Rhea’s death, Daemon began his pursuit of your hand in marriage.

You were stubborn and tried your best to not fall for the prince since you knew his history of visiting brothels during strange hours of the night, but Daemon was more invested in winning you over than you’d first realized. In the weeks following the king’s announcement of your courtship Daemon spent as much of his free time with you as he could outside of his royal duties and spending time in the skies with Caraxes. He requested your presence on the training grounds so you could watch him train almost daily, and he often joined you in the gardens and begun teaching you bits of High Valyrian as he promised you would need to know the language. Eventually the prince’s persistence wore you down and you convinced your father to agree to the betrothal. Half a year later, and the two of you were married.

The few months of marriage that have just passed have been the happiest few months of your life. Daemon finally convinced you to join him on a ride with Caraxes shortly after the wedding, and he took you soaring high in the skies to oversee all of Westeros. You moved into the castle amongst the rest of the royal family and found yourself forming close and meaningful bonds with both Queen Aemma and Princess Rhaenyra, both of whom you’d considered close friends. You no longer slept alone as Daemon requested everything you need from your chambers be brought to his, and you’d found yourself unable to sleep while your husband is away, which is precisely led to you wandering the vacant halls of Dragonstone in the middle of the night.

Eventually you reached Daemon’s personal study without even realizing where your feet had been taking you. The door of the study seemed to almost loom over you with its intricate dragon carvings and the two impressive guards on either side of it. Without a word from you the guards reached forward and pulled the heavy doors open, presuming you had meant to seek out the comforts of your husband. 

Daemon didn’t bother to look up from the candle lit scroll he held open in front of him. “I thought I had been quite clear when I gave the orders not to disturb me,” he said lowly, meaning to intimidate whoever crossed into his threshold. 

“My apologies, husband,” you respond softly. “I did not mean to disturb you. I shall take my leave.”

“Don’t.” He demands as he lays the scroll down upon his desk. “Why are you not in our bed? Do our chambers not suit you?”

You turn to face your husband once more. Daemon stood from his seat, rounded the other side of his desk, and leaned elegantly against the front of it with this arms crossed across his chest. The anger looming in his eyes twisted your stomach into knots. 

“Our chambers are fine, my love,” you attempt to assure and calm him. “Just different than what’s at home.”

Daemon merely scoffed in dismissal. “If you wish to return to King’s Landing, by all means, do as you please. I did not force you follow me.”

“No,” you spit at him, “I came with you because I am your wife and you should respect me as such! I have remained undeniably loyal to you, Daemon. I have stood by your side when your own brother cast you aside and named Rhaenyra heir to the throne. Why do you scorn me so?”

“You’re not the only available cunt to wet my cock,” he shoots back icily. “I do not need you as much as you like to believe.”

His words struck your chest like a hot blade, hurt flaming your chest as you felt heat rise through your body. You couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in your eyes and falling down your cheeks. You made no attempt to hide them, either.

Before your wedding, Daemon snuck into your chambers late one night and the two of you spent the entire night drinking some of the kingdom’s finest wine and laughing amongst yourselves as you traded stories back and forth. At the end of the night Daemon finally approached the topic of your highly anticipated upcoming wedding, and he asked about any expectations you had for him as your soon to be husband.

“All I ask of you is your loyalty, Daemon. I do not wish to be made a fool in front of the realm,” you’d told him.

You didn’t even spare Daemon another glance when you turned towards the doors of his study, not waiting for the guards to open the doors as you did it yourself. The guards and few maids still lingering in the halls made no attempt to hide their stares as you flew through the halls headed back towards your chambers. 

The moment you made it inside your shared chambers you barred the door, pushing the large chest at the end of your bed in front of the chamber doors so they could only open from the inside. Finally you climbed into bed, yet sleep still did not come. Daemon’s words repeated over and over in your head. I do not need you as much as you like to believe. I do not need you. I do not need you. I do not need you.

Tears welled in your eyes again, and this time you let yourself fall apart completely. You turned your face into the plush of your pillow and cried as freely as you needed. Eventually, long after the streaks of tears had dried down your face, you’d cried yourself so deep into exhaustion sleep finally overtook you.

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Two days of ignoring Daemon and avoiding him at all costs had come and passed. It was a daunting task for you considering Daemon’s stubbornness and the close quarters of Dragonstone. 

You knew staff in the castle were gossiping about the two of you and your marriage, as you knew they would. The disconnect between you and your husband was painfully obvious compared to how the two of you interacted upon your arrival.

Normally Daemon wouldn’t conduct any sort of work without you by his side. He didn’t break fast, train, hold council, or make a move without asking your opinion on the matter first. Above all, however, he wanted you by his side so his enemies would never be allowed the opportunity to get their vile hands on you. He never seemed to want to be without you, even going so far as trusting you alone with Caraxes when he didn’t trust others to watch over your well being. 

Which, ironically, where you found yourself searching for comfort in Daemon’s stead. Caraxes had just been fed before you sought him out, so the dragonkeepers allowed you in without Daemon, which they normally wouldn’t do. The blood wyrm lifted his head to greet you as he usually did.

“Good morning, handsome boy.” You greet him softly, outstretching your hand to the hard scales of his face.

Caraxes gave a quick, soft whistle at your touch. He lifted his head enough to meet your hand, revelling in your gentle touch. His scales were rough but you kept petting the dragon affectionately. 

Suddenly Caraxes pulled away from you as he turned his attention somewhere else. You turned to follow the wyrm’s gaze, and you stand corrected- someone else. 

Daemon greeted Caraxes similarly to the way you had but his eyes were fixated on you. You didn’t meet his eyes, something you made a habit of doing, instead you turned your attention back to the great red beast in front of you. Your husband apparently didn’t like this, and he approached you.

“Won’t you even look at me?” He asks, bringing his hand to meet yours on Caraxes’ scales. 

You want to spout off something sharp to hurt with words him the way he hurt you, but you clench your jaw instead. Despite also wanting to pull your hand away, yet you leave it. In truth, you missed him. His touch, his smell, his kiss. Standing so close you can almost feel the leather of his riding uniform.

Finally you give in and turn to face your husband. Daemon stood so close already your face was mere inches from his. So wrapped up in each other neither of you noticed as Caraxes casually wrapped himself around to shield the both of you away. 

Daemon brings his hands to cup either side of your face. “Y/n, my wife, my love, I have never been so wrong in my life when I told you I didn’t need you. I have needed you from the moment I laid my eyes upon you-”

“Daemon, you can’t just-” you try to refute.

He shakes his head, “Listen, please.”

You inhale deeply and let it go, then nod. 

“When I first say you that day upon my return from the Stepstones, I knew I had to have you.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “From the day I took you as my wife I knew there would never be a day I could live without you. These past two days without you have been the most miserable, wretched days of my life. Please, I ask you to find it within yourself to forgive me.”

Your heart clenches in your chest at his words. “You promised me, Daemon,” you whisper softly. “I’ve bared my soul to you, and you used it to hurt me.”

His face softens as he brushes his hand over your hair. “I know I did, sweet one, and I will spend the rest of our lives making up for it if you allow me.”

You pull your bottom lip in between your teeth, pretending to contemplate your options for a moment. But you just can’t help the smile that sneaks upon s your face as Daemon begins to form a pout. “Of course I will, love. I’m with you until death.”

He pulls you into a deep kiss, his large hands cupping your face to hold you to him. You return his kiss either the same intensity and raise your arms around his waist.

When he pulls away he smirks down at you and asks, “Shall we go for a ride, wife?”

You bid eagerly, already turning to mount Caraxes before Daemon. Daemon chased after you eagerly mounding his dragon right behind you. You hand him the reigns and he presses another quick kiss to your lips.

One thing you loved more than Daemon, not that you’d ever tell him, is riding in the skies on the back of Caraxes.

[flowerandblood]

Robbed and gifted (5/6)

[ arranged marriage • modern!Aemond x female ]

[ warnings: sex content, angst, smut, fluff ]

[description: (Anon Request) She and Aemond are faced with a situation, where they must form a fictitious marriage. They are complete strangers to each other, who cannot find themselves in a new reality. When his wife stands up for him at a family dinner, something changes between them. Smut, angst and a lot of sexual tension.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Several weeks have passed since their mutual decision to try and give their marriage a chance. He was surprised at how effortlessly they slipped into everyday life where they were suddenly talking to each other. His wife respected his privacy and responsibilities, not disturbing him as he worked locked in his office.

They got to know each other slowly and unhurriedly, knowing that they had time. Both of them didn't want to burn out prematurely, to take a one step too much.

He was pleasantly surprised that his confession didn't cause her to bombard him with messages or questions. She didn't need to know right away how he lost his eye, what his relationship with his father was like, what his childhood was like, what his favorite color was.

They used to talk to each other over dinner about how their day had gone. He found himself complaining about clients and his job in front of her, finally having a person who would listen to him and not judge him.

When she didn't understand something she asked in-depth questions, which he answered willingly, glad that she was able to admit that she didn't know something. He delved into the subject of his interests and the complicated world of banking, loans, deposits and money laundering under the table.

She listened to him as she ate, carefully analyzing everything he said. She did not refer to business or banking solutions, because she herself admitted that she did not know anything about them, but she was talking about something else. About the experience with the client and the care and hygiene of work.

“Your fatigue will not increase your productivity. You are frustrated and tired. You are chasing results that are impossible to achieve. Even when you achieve them, your father will surely set you higher, even more unattainable." She said with a shrug, taking a piece of carrot into her mouth. Aemond stared at her intently, toying with his glass in his hand.

"What do you propose?" He said dispassionately, knowing somewhere in his mind that it was exactly as she said. He wanted to hear her fresh perspective on the whole thing. She sighed softly, looking down at her plate in thought. She didn't say anything for a long moment.

"I don't know what your relationship with your father is like. Honestly, I don't understand him and I don't know what he expects from you. Anyway, I think you should start thinking about yourself. Start working for yourself and your own satisfaction, because your father will never be satisfied. Let go of extra things, sitting after hours if you think it's pointless. Find time in life for your passions and self-fulfilment, because if you don't achieve what you wanted in life, what will you have left?” She asked, looking at him anxiously. She had been worried about his condition for a long time now, but she knew that it was a sensitive topic and tried to be careful with her words.

Aemond pursed his lips as he sipped the last of the wine from his glass. He looked to the side, thoughtful, pondering her words.

The truth was that he gave up all his passions for work and had nothing without it. He graduated from business studies even though he wanted to study law, because his father decided so. He worked in the family bank instead of as a solicitor, because that was also what his father decided. He recognized, embarrassed, that little in his life had been his decision. Even the marriage they were in was his father's will. He swallowed hard at the thought.

"My father told me that if I tried hard enough, he would hand over the company to me." He said suddenly, looking at her expectantly. He saw her mouth drop open in surprise and blink rapidly.

"Do you want this?" She asked quietly and uncertainly. He nodded slowly, determination in his eye.

"I want this so - fucking - much." He whispered.

He saw that she was slightly confused, not expecting such an answer. He wondered if it would overwhelm her and how she would act. After a moment's thought, she answered.

"Wait and do your thing. Just don't cause problems. Aegon is probably not taken into account because of the way he behaves. With Jace and Luke backed up by Daemon it only takes a moment for them to slip up. Make you the only sensible option by elimination. Don't be pushy and don't be desperate. Keep Jace and Luke close to know, what they're doing." She spoke with certainty as if she were telling him about a plan,that she had literally just hatched in her head.

He stared at her, a wide, dangerous smirk spreading across his face, that sent shivers down her spine. He tapped his fingers on the table, looking at her.

"Maybe you should work with me." He purred, squinting at her expectantly. She swallowed hard and shook her head, terrified.

“I would go crazy there. After all, you need someone who will look at the situation from the outside. I'll be your double agent." She said proudly, drinking the rest of the juice that she had in her glass.

He chuckled lowly at the thought, shaking his head in disbelief. She was the last person he would suspect of such words. Maybe that's why they got him like that.

She was willing to do anything for him, to support him in his plans. Her discernment mixed with her sweetness, her cropped t-shirt and shorts had him just taking her to bed.

True to his promise, he fucked her almost every day. Sometimes, when they came home tired from work, they simply fell asleep in each other's arms, unable to do anything else. She studied and prepared for exams in her room, but in the end she always came to sleep in his bed.

Even when he had had a terrible day at work and came home angry, he was comforted by the thought of falling asleep in her arms. He told her everything with frustration and resignation, and she stroked his hair, letting him talk and calm down.

It made his burden a little lighter.

He fell asleep cuddled against her chest, wrapped in her arms, protected from all the troubles that awaited him outside their bedroom.

One day, his wife came to him and gave him an envelope. He opened it, surprised, and saw a lot of bills inside. He furrowed his eyebrows at her in surprise.

"What is this?" He asked uncertainly. She smiled at him, obviously proud of herself.

"I'm giving you back some of my collage money. I will now give you a specific amount each month from my paycheck. It will take me a while, but slowly I will give you back everything." She said pleased. He looked at her like a madwoman.

"Are you crazy? I do not want it." He said, holding out his hand with the envelope to her, angry, but she stepped back, refusing to take it.

“Take it. I don't want to be in your debt." She said with confidence in her voice that surprised him. He sighed heavily.

"Do not make me angry. I changed my mind. After all, paying for your studies was part of our marriage contract." He said impatiently. She pursed her lips at his words.

"My uncle didn't tell me, who he was taking the money from." She said with genuine regret that made his impatience soften a little. He sighed softly.

"It does not matter anymore. I want you to study. Let me pay for it." He said a little calmer, looking at her expectantly.

"Why would you pay for my studies?" She asked, obviously distraught and surprised that he was resisting her so much.

"Because you are my wife." He replied softly, looking at her with an unreadable expression.

"What I did and said to you when we first met was cruel and stemmed from my own need to take it out on someone. I will probably never get rid of the shame that I feel for my behavior for the rest of my life." He said as he walked over to her, handed her an envelope and kissed her forehead tenderly.

"Keep it. Maybe we'll need it someday if I go bankrupt." He muttered under his breath.

She sighed heavily and gave up. Wanting to cheer her up and distract her a bit he asked her if she wanted to order something to eat. He suggested that they rest together, maybe watch a movie, and then go to bed. She pursed her lips at his words, shifting from foot to foot.

“I'm sorry, but I arranged to meet some of my college friends for a drink today. I thought that you'd be working late." She said hesitantly, glancing out of the corner of her eye at his reaction.

He felt a strange, unfamiliar sense of disappointment and a slight jealousy at her words. However, he decided that he had no right to change her plans and dictate her time as he wanted, since she approached his bizarre daily schedule with such understanding. He shook his head.

"No, it's okay. I didn't tell you that I had such plans. We can do it tomorrow, and today, indeed, I will finish some reports." He replied, trying to be light. She smiled broadly at his words, kissed his cheek, and went to her bedroom, not noticing his disappointed expression.

After a couple of minutes she left the room for the corridor, looking at herself in a large mirror. She was dressed in a light, girlish, cream dress that was nicely fitting her waist.

He pursed his lips, noticing from a distance, sitting on the couch with the laptop on his lap, that she wasn't wearing a bra as usual. For some reason this detail frustrated him.

The thought that other people, other men, would look at her breasts, which now belonged only to him, which he had caressed and sucked so greedily during the last weeks of their harmonious cohabitation.

"Do you want me to drive you?" He asked casually, wanting to keep her safe at the same time, but also to clear his head and see who she was meeting.

She looked at him with a smile, fixing a strand of her hair that had fallen out of her intricately arranged hairstyle.

"No need, don't distract yourself from work, I ordered a taxi. But thank you!" She said warmly as she picked up her small backpack, peering into it to make sure that she had her wallet and phone.

When she was sure she had everything, she glanced at him, wished him a good evening, and told him to call her if he needed anything. Then she just left.

He swallowed hard, feeling a tightness in his stomach.

He wondered why he felt so uneasy. He realized that she was a really wonderful girl, beautiful, intelligent and good. Every day he treated her with more and more respect, but he also felt that he was putting himself at risk of suffering.

He wondered what he had to offer her besides his money and problems. Will his eternal complaining and scheming not bore her.

He pursed his lips at the thought, trying to focus back on his work and the email he was replying to. He decided that he just had to trust her without a word just like she trusted him.

Take an example from her when it comes to patience.

However, he couldn't help but glance at his watch. After five hours, when it was late at night he began to get nervous. He was fighting with himself whether to write to her or not.

He hated imposing himself or asking someone to contact him. On the other hand, he thought that something might have happened to her. He decided to swallow his pride and write her a short message for his own peace of mind, to make sure she was okay.

A: Is everything alright?

He wrote and sent it, sighing heavily. He occupied his mind with tables in the program in which he calculated the creditworthiness of his client, but he nervously glanced at the screen of the phone, lying next to him on the table. He jumped in his seat when he saw after a few minutes that she had written back to him and quickly checked the message.

Y: Yes, we are waiting for a taxi. I'll be home in about 20 minutes.

He sighed softly, closing his eye. He was surprised how much relief he felt. He had to admit to himself that he was really beginning to care about her. He felt a pleasant shiver at the thought of seeing her soon.

Indeed, after several minutes he heard the sound of the lock turning on the door. He looked down the hall, sitting on the couch, watching her every little move. She smiled at him, her face all red and warm, her eyes dreamy slightly.

She was drunk.

"Aren't you sleeping yet?" She asked quietly, taking off her shoes with some difficulty.

She wasn't as drunk as he'd first assumed, but she'd definitely had a few coveted drinks. She pulled off her backpack, sighing heavily as if she had just shed a great deal of weight, and walked lightly into the living room, looking at him.

"Did you have fun?" He asked calmly, a little cooler than he'd like, but she nodded happily, glad he'd even asked.

She sat next to him on the couch and began talking quickly about her classmates, how funny their were, and how glad she was to have such a close-knit group in her year.

She finally pursed her lips as if it took her a moment to remember that she had been distracting him from his work.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you're still working. I won't disturb you and go to sleep." She said softly as she got up from the couch.

He felt a cruel sense of disappointment that made him coldly force out his next sentence.

"You're not even going to kiss me goodnight?"

She looked at him, surprised, completely not expecting such words from his mouth. He looked at her intensely, his lips pressed together. He thought he was a desperate idiot, like a child craving a parent's attention.

He felt embarrassed by his words and wanted to get back to work, but he saw out of the corner of his eye that she had turned back, walking slowly towards him again.

He looked at her in surprise as she gently took his laptop in her hands and placed it on the table next to him. He couldn't utter a word as she straddled him, running her hands over his chest.

He inhaled deeply as she began to rub her panties against his manhood, which pulsed hard in his pants. She smiled innocently at the feeling, her pretty, shiny lips parted slightly.

“Forgive me for not taking care of you properly today, husband. This is an unacceptable oversight.” She spoke softly, sensually, sweetly, her hands running tenderly over his face, neck and hair.

He felt a strong shiver go through his body at her words, his cock went completely hard. He pressed his bottom lip together, leaning his head against the back of the couch, looking at her expectantly, his hands gripping her hips, starting to massage her buttocks in circular motions.

"Indeed." He purred low and cold, raising an eyebrow as he saw her nipples harden at his touch. His one hand gripped her breast, his thumb pressed hard against her nipple, drawing a sudden, startled moan from her lips.

"Your colleagues could also look at your nipples in all their glory? Hmm?” He asked low, dangerously, his breathing getting louder as he felt her press against his cock harder and harder, her movements painfully slow and sure. She pursed her lips at his words, holding back a smile, her eyes sparkling.

"No. This is a view reserved only for my husband.” She whispered sweetly, licking her lip involuntarily, her tiny fingers slid to the belt of his pants, undoing him with a one, quick movement. With an ease that turned him on even more, she released his swollen, throbbing, hard cock, completely ready to possess her.

He inhaled loudly as he saw her rise, pushing the fabric of her panties to the side with her fingers, and began to lower herself onto him, causing them both to moan loudly and helplessly in pleasure.

He felt her hot and wet inside, his cock throbbing greedily inside her, demanding fulfillment. He began to pant softly and parted his lips slightly as she slowly began to rise and fall on his lenght, placing her hands on his shoulders on the supports, looking at him with delight written on her face.

"I promise that it won't happen again." She hummed, squeezing her eyes shut at the wonderful sensation. Her fleshy walls pressed against him, sending spasms of pleasure through him every time she lowered herself to the very end. His fingers gripped skin of her buttocks tighter.

"Yeah? Are you going to behave yourself?" He hissed, starting to push his cock deeper into her with confident, intense movements, his hands tightening around her waist, forcing her to speed up. They both began to pant loudly as she fell on him with a loud, wet slap of her juices. She looked at him with misty eyes.

"Yes, I'll be good. So, so good, my husband. Please, cum inside me as many times as you want." She mumbled and he moaned low at her words, surprised and even thirstier, thrusting into her with all his might, responding to the slightest movement of her hips, making sweet, helpless moans from her.

"Oh yes? Do you think, you deserved your husband to cum inside of you?” He was panting low, looking at her with delight, he had never seen her in such a state before, so confident, so dominant, taking what she wanted.

"Please, I need it, please, please, please!" She sobbed, her hips rising and falling against him in a fast, intense rhythm, his thighs responding brutally, filling her all the way, making her tremble and moan every time he entered her completely.

"Kiss me" He whispered, surprised at his own words, and she immediately leaned in, pressing her lips greedily into his, sucking and licking him with her tongue, moaning into his mouth.

He gasped loudly into her throat and cum inside her, his hand gripping her hair tightly, not letting her pull away, his other hand teasing her clit. A few moves were enough for her to sob into his mouth and come too, sinking into him with a sound of wonderful, hot relief that filled her body.

Only then did he let her pull away, her hot, shiny, swollen lips red from their kisses. They both panted, looking at each other contentedly. She smiled, resting her head on his shoulder, swallowing softly, still sitting on top of him.

"I love you." She whispered softly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

He felt himself freeze for a moment, his heart pounding hard in his chest, his cock throbbing hard inside her. He stroked her hair involuntarily, pressing his cheek against her head, breathing unevenly.

Her contented purr answered him, the alcohol completely relaxing her and the orgasm made her drift even further, leaving her on the verge of dreaming and waking. He felt her fall asleep in this position. Only then he moved his lips to her ear to whisper a few words before he carried her to bed.

"I love you too."

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Beginning of The End

Alpha!Vampire Satoru x Alpha!Vampire Suguru

t/w minor character death, gore, descriptions of violence, arranged marriage, murder

word count: 1.9k

a/n an rp reply from an arranged marriage au of stsg. please excuse any mistakes, this is sorta of a heavy read.

The scent that permeates through the air would often make someone sick to their stomach, threatening violent fits of nausea and often begging for forgiveness in the form of vomit making its way past teeth, tongue, and lips. The aroma of burning flesh and hair. The human body has an undeniable scent, one so specific that anyone could pick it from that of another mammal. 

The lack of remorse in Suguru’s face as he wraps the silver chain around his father's neck and tugs is nothing short of alarming. The way the silver burns deeply into his palms poses no deference from the act, only determination to finish the job. 

The Totalitarian Prince was despotic in nature. Raised to be apposite, eliminating those who disturbed the desire. Family was nothing when it came to power, and besides, this is what his Father would have wanted. He’s sure that his seat in Hell is warm and inviting when he sits on it.

He isn’t sure exactly where it started, the power-crazed methodology he began to pursue, perhaps it was born into the bloodline. A destiny for those before him, each one failing. Maybe it was the private tutor lessons that taught him about royalty and kingdoms, or perhaps the declarations of war that landed on his Father’s throne throughout the years, all left for an impressionable Suguru to find. Maybe it was the dueling and consistent burns left by teachers, silver scorching his skin with each slice. The threats of vampire hunters are consistent in their assassination attempts. Maybe it was the night of meaningless sex just for him to have a blade go through his stomach in the middle of the night. Maybe, the burden of the Kingdom; of untrustworthy suitors and courting; of strict rules implemented by his Father; of harsh conditioning to claiming to prepare him; of sitting on the throne next to his Father his whole life; perhaps watching his mother die, forced to live out her human life and leaving him behind. It would also be feasible to assume the bittersweet taste of freedom that power guaranteed him. 

Conceivably, he finds himself walking quietly from one side of the castle to the other. The silver chain he holds, wrapped in thick wefts of silk, lays heavily in his hand as he begins. He knows his Father is sleeping, and hears his snores that echo loudly down the hall despite the double doors that lock him away. He makes no attempt to be quiet, the squeal the doors release echoes loudly down the hall into his own corridors to haunt him. A scar is required for untouchability. He remains deadpanned as he wraps the silver around his bare hands, the immediate sear of his skin creating a scent he had grown accustomed to. He kicks the door behind him shut.

It was barely a few seconds before he eagerly wrapped the chain around his neck, crossed neatly at the nape. His foot bore its weight between the shoulder blades of the struggling form beneath him. The screams deafen the walls, only for them to come to a halt as he jerks upwards, chain slipping to knot around the pieces of the spine that protrude from the decapitated figure below him. Cerise, a viscous liquid paints his skin as arteries protest their inevitable exposure. He watches it seep and glue itself to the carpet, hardwood, and cement surrounding him. Suguru wonders how long it will take for the maids to wash out stains, or if burning them would be a better solution. 

The Getou Prince takes his foot off the back of the man, wrapping the dripping chain back inside its silken case—his own hands holding the evidence and branded wounds, laid deep into his palms where he wrapped the weapon around. 

He flexed his hands to regain mobility before pursuing the door, opening it to find a terrified maid threatening to knock on hollow doors. She freezes with her hand in mid-air, chest level with the towering vampire. Getou stares blankly at her for a moment before bringing her hand to his lips to press a kiss against her knuckles, charing her skin with blood that isn’t his. Her scent was sickly sweet, the vulnerability of an Omega human, it nulled all senses he had as he leaned into her ear to whisper an eulogy of “Thank you,” before pressing fevered kisses onto her jaw and onto her jugular and sinking large canines into it. Her screams turned into wet gargling, falling silent as he drained her of all she had to offer. Her body hit the ground with a THUMP, what little was left emanated from her throat. He steps over the body of the young girl, letting the trickle of blood run along his sharp jaw to slip down his own throat. A mocking form of sinister ministry. His own ichor leaks where her nails broke the skin, but they heal within minutes. 

By the time he made it to his own courter, locking himself behind heavy wooden doors, weeping and screams became his lullaby as he drifted to sleep.

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Suguru Getou held the record for most kills within the Kingdom during his first 3 days of ruling. He also held the title of “Most Wanted” by more than one clan of vampire killers. In his opinion, he should get a trophy. It was an honor to hold the title, often viewing them as pesky gnats he shooed away with his hand. Though in his first few days of ruling, he found letters his Father kept from him, between him and a neighboring rule. Gojo read proudly at the top of the page, larger than any of the other words. His eyes widen as he looks over the page. From what he remembered, their families were rivals at best. So imagine his surprise when he receives an invitation, as well as a marriage proposal. The Gojo clan was one—if not the strongest around, their territory abundant. Getou decided he had a few weeks of homework which he promptly started on.

Within the next few weeks, he informed the King of the Gojo Clan that his father had tragically been assassinated by one of the vampire killer groups. He also informed them the rising number of deaths in his Kingdom were groups associated with the killers and he was doing so to seek revenge in the name of the late King. He expressed his own mourning and great appreciation that he sees Suguru as a fit for his son. Quickly dismissing that Alpha, although looked down upon, can be mated together and he could ensure that his son was in great hands and the opportunity was something he was forever in debt to. It also helped that Suguru was willing to end the line of Getou’s in order to take the Gojo name. For now, at least. 

Which brings him to now, carefully seated in a dark oak chair, opposing the Gojo King, swooning him easily with words he spoke so delicately into the air. His rich indigo hair was tied half-up with pieces falling to frame his face. The blood-red of his clothes complimented his fair complexion and radiated amber eyes. He had been there for around an hour before hushed whispers of the prince began to circulate. Until then, he continued his chatter. 

“Why, my Lord, you have such a beautiful Kingdom. I hope in my own ruling I become as benevolent as you. Though, you as my guide I am sure to get there in no time.”

“Yes, your Majesty, I had an exquisite ride over. They truly are well-behaved, your imprint must’ve left them in good condition. You must pick your men with such a well-crafted hand.”

“Indeed, Sire, my father's death was tragic. The silver that wretched Killer used burned deep into my palms, cauterized them, and left me with scars. I am sure they will go away with time. Unfortunately, I was just too late. My own servants and maids were terrified. I simply cannot blame them.”

His last reply was accompanied by a furrowed brow and a shake of his head, faux concern etched into his features as he sighed, finally looking back up. As he does, his eyes catch on the bright-haired male who enters the room, his own gaze fixed upon him with deadly aim. Even as the King continues his jabber, Suguru can’t help the small smirk that appears on his face. He is hiding it with the glass he brings to his lips. When the King does recognize that his son appeared, he boasts proudly. The act of defiance he has to his father ignites something within Suguru. 

‘Oh,’ he thinks, setting his glass back on the table, relaxing further into his seat and crossing his legs. ‘This one has some bite.’

When Satoru first approaches him, Suguru makes no effort to indulge him. His descent was aggressive in nature, but Suguru has always enjoyed the rush of a challenge. After Satoru’s first words to him, he continues to ignore the presence he attempts to hold. Getou found it tedious and childish if anything, and the last thing he wanted was to make a scene in front of the one that actually mattered in this deal. 

After a few beats of silence, and twirling his ankle from the leg that rests on the other, he finally looks at him. Though far away, his looks were enthralling, he can’t deny that Satoru is considerably more handsome as he stalks closer. He holds some type of gravity that captivates even the strongest of minds with crystal-clear oceanic eyes and a piercing gaze. His own warmth is a direct contrast to the Alpha that looms over him. Satoru is alluring in the sense of beauty and mystery, a perfectly kept secret that not even the best could be tortured out of telling. 

The only problem is his mouth.

“Well, I would agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.” His voice is deepened slightly at the presence of the other Alpha, to be expected. Though his words come out lazily, if not amused by the other’s actions. If anything, Suguru sinks further into the chair, filling it out in his own defiance. “There are 24 other chairs at this table, surely you would be able to sit in one of those just as properly as this one. If you want to sit positioned at the head of the table…well, that can be arranged with a proper show of manners.” 

His own words are picked out with his own careful deciphering, followed by the raise of an eyebrow. To rub salt in the wound he hopes to filet Satoru with, Suguru adds: “Besides, I’m rather comfortable.” He displays with a spread of his legs, and a release of his scent. 

An initial smokey caramel fragrance makes its way through the air, seeping out of his skin. Part of it was to mark the chair, but the biggest part was to gauge Satoru’s reaction. Although humanoid in form, alpha’s animalistic nature could not be denied. It was buried underneath layers of concrete for some, only to rip apart and explode suppressed anger, and for others, they had learned to embrace it, understand it, and value both its pros and cons. As his scent fades, it leaves behind the smell of burning wood and something faintly herbal. Out of the corner of his eyes, he can see a few Omega’s wipe their heads around to look at the source.

[dorophvv]

“In Charlotte Brontë, everything is in terms of wind: things, people, faces, loves, words.”

“How does wind function in Jane Eyre? David Lodge’s discussion of fire in the novel has become a classic essay in literary criticism. Wind may not seem to come with the semantic thickness critics tend to fall for (the novel’s many domestic fires, the arson attempt, the inferno that demolishes Thornfield Hall, the burning love) but it nevertheless plays an active part in the novel, propelling the ‘airy’ protagonist through the story. When, at the very beginning of the novel, Jane is locked in the red room her courage fails when darkness falls and she finds herself alone, listening to ‘the rain still beating continuously on the staircase window, and the wind howling in the grove behind the wall’ (JE, p. 23). Regaining consciousness after panicking, she wakes to the sound of voices ‘as if muffled by a rush of wind or water’ (JE, p. 25). Her arrival at Lowood takes place in windy circumstances: the coach comes to a standstill and what Jane notices is how ‘[r]ain, wind, and darkness filled the air’ (JE, p. 52). After her public humiliation by Mr Brocklehurst, Jane finds solace with Helen and it is the wind, dispelling the clouds, that enables the moon to shed light on the girls’ embrace and on the approaching Miss Temple (JE, p. 82). When Jane grows restless after eight years of Lowood — Miss Temple marries and ‘take[s] with her the serene atmosphere [Jane] had been breathing in her vicinity’ — she ‘feel[s] the stirring of old emotions’ and expresses her desire to be free. It is her desire for liberty, uttered as a prayer ‘scattered on the wind then faintly blowing’, that leads her to take up the position of governess at Thornfield Hall (JE, p. 99). Her first meeting with Mr Rochester, when she helps him back on his horse on the way from Thornfield to Hay, is a swift encounter and Brontë uses lines from Thomas Moore to sketch the disappearance of man, horse and dog: ‘Like heath that in the wilderness / The wild wind whirls away’ (JE, p. 132). The scene in which Mr Rochester summons Jane as his wife is initiated by a ‘waft of wind [. . .] sweeping down the laurel-walk’ and wandering away to an indefinite distance (JE, p. 285), and Jane’s acceptance is followed by a thunderstorm, announced by a roaring of wind (JE, p. 287). On the evening before the wedding Jane longs to share the disturbing event of the preceding night (Bertha Mason’s visit to Jane’s room) with Mr Rochester, who is away. She runs outside to ‘feel [the wind]’ and finds ‘a certain wild pleasure’ in ‘[running] before the wind delivering my trouble of mind to the measureless air-torrent thundering through space’ (JE, p. 309). Once the secret of Mr Rochester’s marriage to Bertha Mason is out and he tells the story of his youth we learn that it is ‘a wind fresh from Europe’ that had freed him from his hellish life on Jamaica and had heralded the voice of Hope that called him back to England (JE, p. 347). Jane’s consecutive departure from Thornfield leaves her penniless and victim to the elements. It is again a ‘wild night’ with fast-falling rain and wind sweeping over the hill that drives her to the cottage of the Rivers siblings. And when she finally leaves that place, and St John Rivers, she does so in response to a cosmic calling of her name that she recognizes as Mr Rochester’s. To her calling ‘Where are you?’ only the wind responds — ‘The wind sighed low in the firs: all was moorland loneliness and midnight hush’ (JE, p. 467). It is the wind, nevertheless, that had carried her words to Mr Rochester for he had heard her response: ‘As I exclaimed “Jane! Jane! Jane!” a voice — I cannot tell whence the voice came, but I know whose voice it was — replied, “I am coming: wait for me”; and a moment after, went whispering on the wind, the words — “Where are you?”’ (JE, p. 496).  Like the dreams and presentiments Beer highlights as narrative solutions to the problem of omniscient narration, Brontë uses wind as a narrative device. It acts as a propelling force in the novel; it accompanies Jane on her journey and links the different elements of her story together. If we focus on the wind rather than on Jane’s inner voice, we see in which way Jane Eyre is not ‘a regular autobiography’ (JE, p. 97). The decisions Jane makes are not to be situated only on life’s plane of organization — conscious, rational decisions and their more hidden, unconscious motors — but also on what Deleuze calls the plane of consistence. Brontë shows that the life of Jane Eyre, whose very name echoes ‘air’ or ‘wind’, unfolds by affect and intensities that are not someone’s or something’s but free-flowing — of the wind.”

Posman S. ‘Becoming’ in Jane Eyre : Charlotte Brontë through the Eyes of Gilles Deleuze // Brontë Studies, Vol. 39 No. 4, November 2014, 307–18

[monratarot]

Hi! Thanks for the free read

I am AD, born on 5 June 1997. A few days ago, I broke up with my boyfriend, who I thought could be leveling up to serious commitment.

What I wanna ask is, what will happen in my love life for 1 year ahead?

Thank you again for the free read 🥰🥰

Hello, dear ! Thank you for your request. Hope that my reading will help you and bring clearance to your situation. 

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Count of questions/requests and answers 6/15.

Without wasting any time, let's get into your reading!🎀💌💓

I can see that you are going to deal with someone older than you(can be age but it can also signify that they are more mature than you), someone that will offer you a lot of love, someone that you won't be able to let go because they will come to you with a solid love offer. This person can be a creative man, a poet, or a person who dreams deeply. They will bring vitality, passion, appetite for life, someone who will be a deeply sensual type and who is not ashamed of his pleasure or his body. At their worst they become lost, they are living only for the pleasure of the moment without thinking about the future. You must care for your dreams, otherwise you will lose the ability to create them. 

You and your partner will work together and you will get the emotional fulfillment that you need from them. They will be a shoulder to lean on while you are dealing with a stressful period. They empathize and understand you. They can be a water sign(Cancer, Pisces, or Scorpio). This person can have medium-colored hair, they are someone dynamic, active, and radiate confidence. They had been tried emotionally, but this person is cool, a little bit shy, secure in his emotions, with a great sense of humor. They can be silly once you get to know them. They will admire you a lot especially if you keep working for yourself and your dreams and there are even some signs of a marriage proposal.

Of course, like every relationship, there can be some conflicts, arguments, disturbances, and careless words that could be used against you and your person later. You and your person need to be careful when expressing when you are angry, it can lead to a situation where you could end up saying something you may later regret. You will spend more time worrying about what others think or feel about you or your situation. This can be like a test for your connection because it can teach you to focus more on yourself and your person and also on improving communication with your other half. 

The good news is that there will be a new start for your connection after this period. The only thing you need to do is to take control of this situation and find a solution together. This decision will change your life forever. There will be an intense period(which will bring a sexy and sensual feel to your love life). Just be careful to find as many things in common with your person as you can. Don't let life pass over you, find things that you can do together. Your person can work as an entrepreneur, sports coach, fitness instructor, life coach, or motivational speaker. 

Things will be good in the end, you just need to focus on the healthy things in your relationship, spend a lot of time together doing common activities, and don't forget to communicate as openly and as much as you can with each other. 

Angel affirmation: It is time for your life to flow with prosperity, love, and success. Choose to do what fulfills you most and the angels will bring joy, satisfaction, and success. Enhance your prosperity by receiving graciously, giving out willingly, and saying thank you for everything. Enjoy all you have and more will come to you.

Affirmation: I deserve love, prosperity, and success. 

Wish you only the best!🍀

Moni🧚‍♀️

[hellsbellschime]

Yup. Daemon feels insecure around women who are powerful in their own right. Rhea was the lady of her house, he was her consort, and the way she sassed him in their one scene, it is evident she had a very domineering presence, so obviously he didn't like her Alicent was the queen whose bloodline gave Viserys five male heirs who come before Daemon in line for the throne, with Rhaenyra his solution was to groom her, but obviously he cannot do that to male heirs (even in the book its said he did not like Alicent and her sons while giving attention to Rhaenyra for solely this reason), and just in the previous episode, he tried to insult her which backfired stupendously with her not giving two fucks about he thought of her 'removing targaryen heritage'. He is ok and in love with Rhaenyra as long as she is in his control. This is the actual reason imo why his marriage with Rhaenyra broke down in the book, with her becoming the Queen she had the power over him now, reversing their 20 year old dynamic. He did not like this and continued his relationship with Mysaria, who as a whore would always be beneath him and give him an ego boast, then fucked off to groom another teenage girl he could control. This is why I often say the only woman with whom he could have led a normal family life (and did for some time) was Laena, he was the head in their relationship and she could never undermine him. I also don't think he ever cheated on her, he didn't feel insecure with her. Alas too bad for everyone she died too soon.

Yes exactly, like Rhea was objectively a 10/10 in addition to being a badass so it was obvious that he could not stand that Rhea emasculated him and didn't defer to him and that's why he killed her. What I think is disturbing but also true to life is that Daemon does genuinely love Rhaenyra, but he's an abuser and plenty of abusers actually love people they abuse and abuse them anyway.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Popular/Successful Fics (6) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

2009x2015 (ao3) - jayryro

Summary: Dan wakes up to find himself back in 2009 without any explanation or solution. He doesn't know how to get back, so he figures he should spend his time with Phil, like usual. What isn't usual is the sudden lack in age gap and extreme flirtiness of his best friend.

Meanwhile, the Dan that comes from 2009 has to deal with this crush on this older, even hotter Phil.

A Map of My Heart and Mind (ao3) - Cadensaurus

Summary: Dan and Phil get drunk and wake up married in Vegas, the day after Dan's 25th birthday. Dan thinks they could just get it annulled but Dan knows what marriage means to Phil, how important it is, and he wonders if they can just fake it for a year so it's not a total waste and then divorce. Of course, a year is a long time to pretend to be married and things can always change...

All That You Are is All That I'll Ever Need (ao3) - ficslesters (sohmaskyos), starrywrite

Summary: Dan Howell is just ordinary, but his boyfriend Phil is Amazing(Phil from YouTube). Or, AU in which Dan isn’t a YouTuber.

And if anyone asks, you're my best friend. (ao3) - lovekilla

Summary: Dan Howell suppressed how he felt for years. In a drunken stupor, he lets his feelings act before his mind and finds himself in an agreement that he wasn't sure if he completely liked. If it made Phil happy, though, he'd continue on. It got him kissed, got him off, but it didn't get him loved. It stung, but in the heat of the moment, when their lips parted, Dan could only nod as Phil said, "And if anyone asks, you're just my best friend."

or

In which Phil gets a girlfriend, Dan is jealous, then Phil is sexually frustrated, so Dan gets him off.

Back to Normal (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: When Dan joins Phil on a family vacation to Florida, Phil's mother thinks they've finally gotten together, Dan panics and goes along with it...

Birthday Sex (ao3) - danfanciesphil (thejigsawtimess)

Summary: The rules are pretty simple.

Whoever's birthday it is gets whatever they want, no questions asked.

A bi-annual sex treaty.

It's the perfect answer to getting rid of all of that pent up angst, leftover desire and sexual frustration they feel for each other. And seriously, it'll be fine. There's no way anyone can be manipulated or end up with their feelings hurt or anything like that. Granted, friends-with-benefits has a bad rep, but how could this possibly go wrong?

They've got it all planned out.

bruising the sun (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: the bedsharing friends to lovers roommates au i was always destined to write

But It Takes Someone To Come Around To Show You How (ao3) - Cutaehyung

Summary: Dan is born mute into a world where once in everyone's life your soulmate will say the specific words that are tattooed onto your body, and bring you together. These words will save your life in more ways than imaginable. Whilst Dan resigns himself to the fact he will never have a soulmate, fate has different ideas...

coffee at midnight (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: A recent trauma has lead Phil to embrace a ‘try new things’ approach to his life. One of those new things is learning how to swim, and Dan is the lifeguard who’s going to teach him.

Daddy Kink (ao3) - danfanciesphil (thejigsawtimess)

Summary: Dan thinks it's hilarious that the phandom thinks he has a Daddy kink. Until he doesn't.

Disturb the Universe (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: Dan and Phil are a successful YouTube duo, best friends and next door neighbors. Phil's married with two kids and Dan's long term boyfriend is like the queen's cousin or something. Their lives are fine--perfectly acceptable--but when two unrelated emergencies land Dan and Phil living together for the first time since 2012, they're forced to examine the choices they've made and confront the feelings they've kept quiet for nearly a decade.

Hearing You (ao3) - centroid

Summary: They were laying on Phil’s couch, watching a movie. Maybe watching was a bad choice of words.

#IPreferDan (ao3) - ellisonavenue

Summary: He never planned on keeping the pill a secret from Phil because he never planned on Phil and him living together so comfortably for over 3 years. He'd banked on a year maybe a year and a half before they went their separate ways. He'd only banked on 2 months max before Phil found out what the pills were for. Dan couldn’t believe it was 2015 and Phil didn’t know yet.

Or the one where Dan was born female and refuses to tell anyone.

If You Don't Love Me, Pretend (ao3) - phantasticworks

Summary: All his life, Dan has wanted to have the chance to be a parent someday. He would be the best parent that ever existed, he was sure of it. Fostering might not be the most traditional way on the road to parenting, but Dan's dead set on doing it anyway. But, well, it would be easier with a co-parent, right?

the bed-sharing, fake relationship, friends-to-lovers, parent fic i was desperate to read; when i shouted into the void and was met with silence, i decided i'd do it myself

Just A Toy (ao3) - blissedoutphil

Summary: He takes whatever Phil gives him, because he loves being treated like nothing more than a toy to be used. And above all, he loves Phil. He’d do anything for Phil.

L'Histoire Française (ao3) - danfanciesphil (thejigsawtimess)

Summary: Since he can remember, Dan has had a bad experience with teachers. When desperate times call for him to take a job as a TA at his local secondary school, he is dreading the experience. Cue Phil Lester: eclectic, vivacious History teacher whom the students and teachers adore for his fantastical, unique methods and sincere passion for his job. Dan was expecting all sorts of drama in his new job, but falling for a member of the faculty was not part of it.

Let Me Be Your Call Boy (ao3) - auroraphilealis (peachrosepetals), embarrassing_myself

Summary: After coming out as gay to his friends on his birthday, the last thing Dan is expecting is to be gifted a call boy as a present, let alone one that’s been paid for for the entire night. Allowing Phil to show him the ropes is his first mistake, paying him to come back every week is his second, and using him to convince his parents he really is gay is his third. As a successful lawyer, the money isn’t the problem - falling in love is.

linger on (ao3) - dizzy, waveydnp

Summary: A recent loss has ground Phil's life to a halt. At 33, he's static in his grief and living in the house he grew up in - until his mother kicks him out.

In a fit of indignation and with nothing to lose, he answers the first listing he finds for a room to rent in London... a listing posted by a guy named Dan.

Love Yourself (ao3) - imnotinclinedtomaturity

Summary: A lot of things about Dan's life are pretty great. He gets to make the music he wants, he's got a great fanbase, and his manager is his best friend. A few things about his life suck a bit more. He's currently lacking inspiration, he's rather lonely, and he's stuck in a rut.

Dan's been going to the same coffee shop for years. It's quiet, it's quaint, it's near his home. Most importantly: none of the employees give a shit that's he a world-famous singer. Things change when he meets the new barista.

meet me at red dragon (ao3) - watergator

Summary: phil lester is a single 31 year old with a wild eight year old, ethan. dan howell is single 27 year old with a quiet five year old, noah.

when they meet at their son's swim lessons, for some reason phil can't get the pretty brown eyed stranger out of his head.

Missing Pieces (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: When an accident occurs in the middle of filming a new video for the gaming channel, Dan finds himself becoming more reliant on Phil than he was comfortable with. Unfortunately, Dan needs the help and can't push Phil away, but he can feel the situation beginning to dredge up feelings that Dan had pushed away years ago and buried deep within himself.

Monochrome (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: When you build your life out of fear that your mental illness could worsen, it leaves little room for excitement. Luckily, Dan has found a space online where he feels comfortable.

Nothing Burns Like the Cold (ao3) - worriedpeach (skeletonflowers)

Summary: Phil Lester is ‘special’, having the power to manipulate water with just a flick of his hand. Because of this, he was transferred into the special school, Dahlia Academy, which was built to harbor students with magical abilities. Here, he meets Dan Howell, a cold and distant pyromaniac who doesn’t get close to anyone.

Sacrilegious (ao3) - TheUKAmazingDan

Summary: Dan Howell was a good kid. A Catholic, growing up in Mass and youth group. But, after meeting Phil Lester, his life drastically changed, turning the quiet and meek boy into a wild child.

-or-

The one where Phil fucks Dan like five different times over the course of several days.

Stuck in a Rut (ao3) - phan_anon

Summary: Alpha!Phil is a young member of a noble family, and Omega!Dan is his slave. When the Alpha experiences his first rut, their relationship undergoes a drastic change.

Terrifying Truths And Drunken Dares (ao3) - thejigsawtimess

Summary: It's late, they're both drunk, but there's vodka and each other, and hey - you know what sounds great? Truth or frickin dare.

Testosterone Boys and Harlequin Girls (ao3) - Furud

Summary: So Dan wondered.

It was a slow build, it started like simple curiosity, a random passing thought but it had stacked long enough that sometimes when he couldn’t sleep at night it was almost like he couldn’t think of anything else.

(Or the fic where Phil is a kinky shit and Dan is too nosy for his own good)

What Happened Last Night? (ao3) - duskomybloom

Summary: Things get complicated when Dan wakes up in Phil's bed after a party and he has no idea how he got there.

You can sleep in my bed. (ao3) - clokkerfoot

Summary: Three times Dan and Phil sleep together, and one time they really sleep together.

[itisannak]

Dr. Angel Face, The Complete Masterlist

The Prequels:

Meet Cute to Second Date: Calum is brought to the ER after an accident to get checked. There, he meets a breathtakingly gorgeous neurology resident, whom he just has to take out on a date.

House Date to Board Prep: After 2 incredible dates, Calum and (Y/N) take their relationship a bit further. A hospital party where he meets her colleagues, a fantasy of hers come to life, and the cutest study date, solidify their relationship.

Boards to Wedding Invitation: (Y/N) sits her board exams while Calum is away for promo. When she passes her boards, Calum celebrates her by treating the hospital, earning a permanent spot in the hearts of the staff. It is finally time for (Y/N) to meet Calum’s closest friends, which of course is not uneventful. (Y/N) gets invited to a wedding, and Calum wants to be her plus one.

Wedding Attendance to Midnight Visit: Dr. (Y/L/N) and Mr. Hood attend the Karev wedding, where things couldn’t have gone more wrong. After spending a few nights at Calum’s place, (Y/N) decides to spend the night at her place.

Visiting on Tour to Leaving for Europe: (Y/N) visits Calum on tour, where she learns some information that disturbs her plans for the holiday. Calum leaves for Europe, meaning that the couple will see each other in more than 3 months.

Being Away to New Year's Day: With Calum gone to Europe for his tour, and then to Australia for the holidays, (Y/N) is going to spend the holidays all alone, which is as depressing as it sounds.

Birthday Boy: Calum has a wishlist for his birthday. And Dr. Angel Face plans on crossing every item off.

First Fight to First Anniversary: Calum and (Y/N) have their first fight ever. After bouncing back from it, they celebrate their anniversary and exchange the most thoughtful gifts. (coming soon)

Meet the Family: Calum's mom and sister visit him in California and they finally meet (Y/N), probably in her worst possible moment. (coming soon)

Moving In: (Y/N) has been staying with Calum since the argument with her housemate, as a temporary solution, which Calum plans on making permanent.

The Main Stories:

Fetish: Dr. Angel Face gets home to her boyfriend after a day at the hospital. Instead of going out, they opt to stay in, and Calum reveals another fetish.

Heat: Calum is home from his tour, craving some piece of normal life and some time with his girlfriend. A hot date, followed by an even hotter day at the pool, offer him just that.

Heat Extended: (Y/N) and Calum host their friends for a pool party. But of course, they are all over each other like they have just met.

Dr. Angel Face: “I know that if there ever was a manifestation of pure, true destiny into my life, it was the moment they rolled you in my Emergency Room.”

Wrapped Around Your Finger: Marriage bliss, the honeymoon, and family planning constitutes the next chapter of (Y/N)'s and Calum's love story. (coming soon) (Four Parts)

Dr. Angel Face 6 (Untitled): The final chapter of Calum's and (Y/N)'s love story, in which their beautiful family is expanding. (coming soon)

The Alternative:

Dr. Angel Face Alternative: What if Calum had enough of (Y/N) choosing surgery over him? (Chronologically taking place after the Fetish chapter)

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[lemariee]

Chapter 1

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The sound of tiny droplets hitting the cold, rough surface of concrete in a dark cell was the only thing keeping Gerda sane. Despite the pathetic sense of comfort the droplets provided, Gerda was unable to shake off the dreadful feeling she carried throughout her petite body. She knew that the odds of her coming out of this cold, vile place alive were low due to the supposed crimes she had committed.

Gerda felt betrayed, furious, and disgusted by her people for even welcoming the Moors into their beautiful kingdom. How dare they turn their backs on the queen and imprison Gerda for simply standing up for their rights. It's outrageous and unacceptable that her people chose those horrendous creatures over their very own. The sound of a heavy creaking door suddenly put Gerda's thoughts on pause. The dark dungeon became disturbed by the illuminating light of several flickering torches.

Three days ago...

Life had begun to settle down after the short battle between the dark fey and humans. People began rebuilding what they could thanks to help from the Moor folk. Both kingdoms were on decent terms after Prince Phillip and Aurora's marriage. The only issue left was who should be held accountable for the destruction and loss of life on both sides. Many blamed the queen for her hatred and lies that almost led to war. The anger that was steadily growing only meant that someone had to take the blame.

"Your Majesty, with all due respect we must hold someone accountable for the queen's actions. The people are becoming hungry for justice with each passing day...I'm afraid that they may soon demand it through violence." Percival pleaded in an urgent tone.

"What exactly are you suggesting General? Yes, my mother may have been the one to blame for almost starting a war but has she not been punished enough for what she did?" Prince Phillip argued back in irritation.

"Perhaps your mother should receive a much more suitable punishment. How exactly is turning her into an animal for a month's time supposed to equal justice? She's the one who not only destroyed your kingdom but also played a role in slaughtering my own people." Borra said with frustration, earning a stern glare from Prince Phillip.

"I strongly suggest choosing your next words wisely." Prince Phillip replied in a threatening tone causing Borra's face to form into a snare.

"Or what prince? Do you take me as one who trembles by your empty threats?" Borra said with a low growl.

"Enough! Must I teach you both how to act like adults? We are not here to fight but simply come up with a solution to our growing problem. If I recall it was not the queen who carried out the attack on the fairies. Have we all forgotten about our prisoner down below?" King John said with a voice full of authority.

"Perhaps putting her head on a spike should do or even adding a few lashings beforehand." Maleficent said finally joining in the conversation after observing the scene before her.

"Absolutely not! We will not shed any more blood after what our people have been through. Murder is never the answer to any situation and I will not be a part of such a thing. Yes, I agree she should be held accountable for her part in it all but we will do this in a humane way." Aurora demanded with a shocked expression.

"So we all agree that Gerda should be the one to blame then? After all, she is the one who carried out the Queen's orders. If anything she should be the one receiving a more fitting punishment for such crimes." Percival chimed in with a sigh of relief.

"Gerda. What a horrendous name for one." Maleficent remarked with disgust filling her feminine voice.

"Yes. It would be far more reasonable and I'm sure it won't take much to convince both people of the Moors and Ulstead that Gerda is the one who should be blamed for their sorrows. However, she will not be put to death but simply receive some sort of punishment. I agree with Aurora, we will not have any more bloodshed." King John said, causing Maleficent to roll her eyes with annoyance.

"May I make a suggestion Your Majesty? Perhaps some form of banishment will do? From my understanding it was my people who were killed at the hands of Gerda so why not allow her to be in our custody? We could abide by Aurora's wishes and not execute her but carry out her punishment as we see fit within our lands." Diaval said, earning the attention of everyone in the room.

"Well...I see no reason why I should disagree with you Diaval. Perhaps it would be best that Gerda is banished from this kingdom. That would be a huge weight taken off our shoulders while also strengthening trust between our people." King John responded while shaking his head in agreement with Diavals suggestion.

"Are you suggesting she comes with us? If so, then I have no objection to it." Borra said with a wicked grin that made Aurora feel sick to her stomach.

"Now hold on! Before we come to such an agreement there must be terms put in place. In no way should she be executed or tortured. Yes, she needs to be...punished but even that should have its limits. Let us keep in mind that we are not monsters but simply civil beings." Aurora abruptly said, causing the room to grow silent.

"That thing attempted to kill Maleficent and slaughtered innocent fairies yet here you are defending her? She deserves to be punished to the most extreme measure if not executed! Why should she be allowed to live a full life when our people suffered in that chapel? If she is to be banished and become our prisoner I think it's only right that we choose her fate." Borra harshly said with blazing eyes as he thought of the many ways he wanted to make the human scum scream in agony and pain.

"How can we expect her to be kept in one piece as your prisoner if all you want to do is carry out your revenge against her? I will NOT stand for anyone to be harmed or even killed no matter what crimes they've committed. It's just not who we are! This isn't about justice anymore but simply you wanting to play out your own personal wicked fantasies against humans." Aurora responded back as she slammed her hands on the table.

"Will all of you quiet down for just one minute? Gerda will be banished from our kingdom and placed in custody of the Moors. How they decide to punish her will be their decision however we will have humane terms set in place. She is not to be executed or tortured but that is all. This girl will no longer be of any concern to Ulstead once she leaves our kingdom." King John demanded with a firm voice.

"May I be excused, Your Majesty? I'm suddenly feeling ill and would like to lie down." Aurora defeatedly whispered, standing up from her chair with a pale face.

"Yes, you may." King John answered with an apologetic expression.

Without another word, Aurora immediately exited the gloomy room and slammed the door behind her. A few seconds later Prince Phillip excused himself and followed after. The sound of Maleficent sighing brought everyone's attention toward her. She then turned towards the King with a mischievous grin that made her eyes glow a darker shade of green.

"Now. How about I make a suggestion of my own since it was I who was nearly killed by this Gerda. Perhaps the human should be placed as Borra's personal prisoner but he agrees to abide by my daughter's wishes. To put her more at ease, I will occasionally send Diaval out to check on her status and he is to report back if any of the terms are violated." Maleficent sternly stated growing tired of the conversation.

"Alright, alright. It is settled then. Gerda will become Borras's problem and I shall fully focus my attention on the growth of our people. General I will need you to start on the preparations for Gerda's leave tomorrow morning. I believe she has recovered from her injuries so there's no need to delay her banishment." King John announced feeling exhausted by the meeting.

"As you wish, Your Majesty. I shall have her ready by sunrise." Percival said in agreement with the king.

The king then stood from his chair feeling relieved that he will now have one less problem to worry about. He personally didn't care much about what happened to Gerda so how Borra chose to handle her was not any concern of his. The safety of his wife was what mattered the most.

"Well I suppose we are all finished with this discussion. I bid you all a good night." King John said with the urge to yawn.

As everyone stood and followed the king out of the room Diaval couldn't help but pity the human. He deeply disliked her but he knew  Borra would enjoy every chance he got to torment the human. Little did Aurora know that perhaps she was better off having the human executed because what Gerda would most likely endure as Borra's personal prisoner would be far worse than death itself.

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Love and Hate: A Marriage Made in Hell (1989)

Alternative Title: Love and Hate: The Story of Colin and Joanne Thatcher Starring: Kate Nelligan, Kenneth Welsh, Robert Benson, Leon Pownall Narcissistic Saskatchewan Tory politician Colin Thatcher is engaged in a bitter divorce from his wife Jo-Ann. When a series of court rulings over the divorce go against him, Thatcher decides a more drastic solution is needed - murder! A series of attempts on Jo-Ann's life follow, most of which don't succeed. Finally one does, and the arrogant Thatcher believes he is above the law and immune to prosecution. But his arrogance proves to be his undoing, as Crown Counsel Serge Kujawa builds a case against this psychopathic monster for 1st-degree murder - charging that Thatcher hired someone to kill his wife. The true story of one of the most disturbing stories of murder-for-hire in Canada.

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by zilverlining The dispute involving your clan caused a tragedy that changed your life, bringing both colossal loss and unexpected gain. As the last surviving member, a bounty was placed on your head. Being the target of powerful enemies, you narrowly escaped your fate through an agreement — a temporary solution. Through the years, it has become something you learned to live with. But peace, like the surface of a still pond, is easily disturbed. And now, a ripple has appeared — a rock thrown into the calm, threatening to shatter everything you’ve built as someone, after all this time, is attempting to break free. Words: 1051, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Gojo Satoru, Reader, Ieiri Shoko, Iori Utahime, Getou Suguru, Zenin Maki, Inumaki Toge, Okkotsu Yuuta, Panda (Jujutsu Kaisen), Yaga Masamichi, Kugisaki Nobara, Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Mei Mei (Jujutsu Kaisen), Nanami Kento Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Reader, Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Jujutsu Kaisen Manga Spoilers, Jujutsu Kaisen Spoilers, Familial Abuse, Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Gojo Satoru is His Own Warning, Kitsune, Arranged Marriage, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Childhood Trauma via https://ift.tt/xqD98e3

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Husband Wife Problem Solution: Expert Help from Astro K K Shastri

Any marriage will inevitably experience disagreements. These arguments may cause rifts in relationship because they can range from little miscommunications to heated advices. Such disputes might negatively disturb the marriage if they are not settled quickly. Couples who cannot join well may understanding intense emotions & sense of distancing from one another. This is when the well-known astrologer Astro K K Shastri enters the scene. His skill in using astrology to solve husband-wife problems has changed lives of numerous couples & brought harmony & quietude back to their unions.

The Importance of Resolving Husband-Wife Disputes

Every marriage experiences its share of highs & lows, but when the lows last long time, it can weaken bond of love, trust, & understanding that keeps couple together. Unsolved arguments between husband & wife may result in miscommunication, emotional impartiality, or even legal departure.

Astro K K Shastri is an expert in deciding husband wife dispute problem solution by utilizing astrology as potent tool. He offers specialized solutions that deal with underlying causes of marital problems by analyzing planetary positions in your horoscope & pinpointing possible conflict zones. His in-depth knowledge of Vedic astrology permits him to offer useful advice that professionally resolves disagreements & strengthens relationships between partners.

Common Causes of Husband-Wife Problems

The causes of marital problems are frequently different. Regularly, disagreements between husband and wife arise from the following:

Lack of Communication: One of the main causes of misunderstandings in marriages is either lack of communication or miscommunication.

Trust issues: When relationship's trust is betrayed by dishonesty, infidelity, or confidentiality, it can result in serious problems.

Family Interference: Tension between husband and wife may irregularly result from the interference of in-laws or lengthy family.

Financial Stress: When two people are not in agreement about money matters, it can cause stress and even arguments.

Work-Life Imbalance: Feelings of neglect & dissatisfaction can arise when one or both couples put their careers ahead of their marriage.

Disparities in Expectations: When partners have different opportunities about their responsibilities in the marriage or their goals in life, it can cause a rift.

The astrological services offered by Astro K K Shastri are made to deal with each of these problems. Through the correction of astrological properties that are negatively affecting their relationship, his husband-wife problem-solving astrologer approach sureties that both spouses rediscover peace, love, & understanding.

How Astro K K Shastri Offers Husband-Wife Problem Solutions

Astrology is important for comprehending & resolving problems in relationships. Your personality, behavior, & dynamics of your relationships are all inclined by the planetary placements that were in place when you were born. Astro K K Shastri use astrology to pinpoint these factors & deliver customized medications.

1. Horoscope Matching

Marriage compatibility (Kundli Milan) between husband and wife depends on horoscope matching. To establish compatibility of pair, Astro K K Shastri thoroughly examines their horoscopes. He offers treatments to counteract any doshas (flaws) or astrological imbalances that may be present.

2. Planetary Treatments

Relationship problems might arise from the conclusion of malefic planets such as Saturn, Rahu, or Ketu. To lessen negative impacts of these planets, Astro K K Shastri suggests mantras, pujas, & gemstone recommendations. Astrology's remedy to his husband and wife's problems has been successful in reducing bad energy & attractive couple's relationship.

3. Vashikaran for Love and Harmony

Astrologers have long used the ancient art of vashikaran to restore harmony, love, & communication between partners. Astro K K Shastri is an expert in this method and incorporates it into his husband and wife problem solving process. Rituals with vashikaran can help reconcile conflicts, foster respect, & mend emotional ties between partners.

4. Tailored Astrological Solutions

Because every couple's circumstances are different, so are astrological solutions providing by Astro K K Shastri. Following a detailed examination of the birth charts, he offers customized suggestions for mending the relationship, such wearing particular gemstones, attractive in rituals, or reiterating mantras.

5. Spiritual Guidance and Counseling

Astro K K Shastri offers spiritual assistance & counseling to couples having marital problems in addition to astrological solutions. His therapy sessions assist couples in improving their communication, appreciating one another's viewpoints, and coming up with workable solutions to their issues.

Astrology's Significance in Husband-Wife Partnerships

Astrology has long been thought to be an effective technique for resolving conflicts in relationships. It can highlight the more nuanced facets of a person's personality and conduct, which can help to clarify why particular marital disputes occur. An astrologer like Astro K K Shastri can offer insights into potential difficulties a couple may have and suggest ways to overcome them by examining the planetary positions.

According to Vedic astrology, a couple's marital harmony may suffer from specific planetary combinations. For instance, if Venus, the planet of love, is weak or ill in the birth chart, it may result in miscommunication or a lack of affection in the marriage. Similarly, delays or barriers in the relationship may result from an unfavorable placement of Saturn, the planet of discipline. Astro K K Shastri's proficiency in astrological husband wife problem solution guarantees that these kinds of problems are recognized and resolved with practical solutions.

Benefits of Seeking an Astrological Husband-Wife Problem Solution

There are many benefits to seeking an astrological solution to marital problems. Some of the key advantages include:

Accurate Diagnosis: Whether the issue stems from karmic patterns, planetary influences, or outside circumstances, astrology can precisely identify its root cause.

Personalized Solutions: Based on the couple's birth charts, astrological treatments are customized to meet their unique needs, in contrast to general counsel.

Non-Invasive: Astrology offers non-invasive remedies that don't require significant adjustments or interventions, such as mantras, rituals, and gemstones.

Long-Term benefits: Astro K K Shastri's remedies have enduring benefits that contribute to the reconciliation and restoration of harmony in relationships.

Holistic Approach: Astrology ensures a balanced and happy relationship by not only addressing the current issue but also considering the couple's general well-being.

How to Contact Astro K K Shastri for Husband-Wife Problem Solutions

Astro K K Shastri can assist you if your marriage is having problems and you're looking for a workable solution for your husband and wife's issues. With his extensive astrological knowledge and years of experience, he can help you find solutions to your problems and mend your marriage to your spouse in a way that is both loving and powerful.

You can make an appointment or check out Astro K K Shastri's website to get in touch with him. His services are easily accessible to couples worldwide, as he provides both in-person and online consultations. Astro K K Shastri's astrological remedies can help your marriage, regardless of whether you are having trouble communicating, building trust, or dealing with outside interference.

Conclusion: Rebuild Your Marriage with Astro K K Shastri’s Expertise

Although marriage is a holy union, difficulties in life can occasionally put it to the test. It's critical to deal with issues that you and your partner are having before they get worse. Numerous couples have found happiness again together because to Astro K K Shastri's shown ability to use astrology to solve husband-wife disputes.

You can overcome any challenge in your marriage by knowing the planetary factors that are affecting it and using the appropriate solutions. In addition to resolving your immediate problems, Astro K K Shastri's individualized astrological solutions and spiritual counsel will fortify your partnership going forward. Allow Astro K K Shastri to lead you towards a happy and satisfying matrimony. His astrological knowledge provides the ideal husband and wife problem solution catered to your particular requirements, whether you need assistance with communication, trust, or love. Seek the advice of a reputable astrologer right now to mend your marriage with love and understanding and avoid letting unsolved conflicts destroy your partnership.

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Which Mangal Dosha is Harmful?

Understanding Mangal Dosha

Mangal Dosha or more commonly known as Kuja Dosha or Manglik Dosha is one of the most important things looked at in a horoscope from the Vedic perspective. Mangal Dosha means a horoscope having the presence of Mars/ Mangal in any particular house in a birth chart. The Planet Mars/ Mangal is a hostile planet, so its malefic disposition might be considered in the context of marital life or relationships.

Harmful Mangal Dosha Positions

Mangal Dosha is considered malignant if Mars is placed in the following houses in the native's birth chart:

Ascendant (First House): This position can make a person aggressive, impatient, and affecting relationships in one's personal life.

Fourth House: Mars in this house can result in domestic conflicts and disturbances in family life.

Seventh House: This house directly affects marriage and results in marital discords and misunderstandings, even leading to separation.

Eighth House: Tragedy, poverty, and sudden losses are caused because of Mars in the eighth house.

Twelfth House: This position gives mental stress,_clone gelir expenses or expenditure, and problems in personal and professional life.

The Most Virulent Placement

Of all these placements, Mars in the seventh house is the worst for marriage and relationships. It can produce many serious disputes between the two partners and may create a very bad marital life, no harmony, and divorce cases are also there. Therefore, when Mars is placed in the seventh house of your Birth chart, Mangal Dosha must be cared for.

Remedies for Mangal Dosha

Fortunately, there are several remedies to lessen the adverse effects of Mangal Dosha. One such potent solution is the performance of Mangal Dosh Nivaran Puja.

Mangal Dosh Nivaran Puja

This is a very powerful ritual performed to pacify the planet Mars and reduce its malefic results. This puja is capable of bringing peace, harmony, and stability in the spheres of life that are concerned, particularly marriage.

Mangal Dosh Nivaran Puja Cost in Ujjain

One of the major spiritual places having famous temples for different Gods, along with sacred rituals, is Ujjain. The amount required by a person for performing Mangal Dosh Nivaran Puja within Ujjain will differ based on parameters such as the temple, the Pandit, and the list of materials required for the ritual.

Average Cost

Simple Puja: The base price for a Mangal Dosh Nivaran Puja can range from anywhere between INR 3,000 to INR 5,000.

Special Puja: The more elaborated and the more time-consuming Pujas are, the higher will be the cost that can also touch INR 10,000 or more.

Therefore, it is always advisable to contact the concerned temple authorities or the Pandit in advance to get an idea of the correct estimate according to individual requirements.

Find the Best Pandit for Mangal Dosh Pujas Ujjain

Finding the best pandit skilled enough, who could perform the pujas effectively, is a big task. Hence, here are a few tips to find the best pandit for Mangal Dosh Puja in Ujjain.

Experience: Underlying the reality of people's necessity, one needs pandits who have immense experience in conducting Mangal Dosh Nivaran Pooja.

Reputation: Seek references from friends, family members, or online reviews for a good pandit.

Knowledge: Gen up on the authenticity of the pandit concerning Vedic astrology and Mangal Dosha.

Communication: A good pandit must explain the rituals and importance involved in the ceremony in an easily conceivable way.

Conclusion

Mangal Dosha may cause severe doshas in one's life, specifically in marriage and relationships. One has to first identify the negative positions of Mars and find a solution to negate it through Mangal Dosh Nivaran Puja. Ujjain will certainly be an appropriate place for the puja, enriched with spiritualism. Once you have identified an experienced and best astrologer in ujjain and ascertained the cost of Mangal Dosh Nivaran Puja, you shall end up doing what is needful in helping mitigate these additional harmful effects of Mangal Dosha and hence creating conditions of harmony and peace in one's life.