#au: contract marriage

[star-my]

berserk tiger - iv. impulsion

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Kim Seo-ah (OC)

Rating: PG-13

WC: 1.6k

CW: sibling shenanigans (Jinah extorts Yoongi semi-seriously), lack of boundaries between characters, Miran may (not-so-)secretly be a voyeur? (Jin is Shocked)

A/N: No beta so feel free to point out typos or give concrit. Compliments are always nice. Moodboard photos are taken from Pinterest, edit is mine. This part is inspired by @sabiekay <3

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Seo-ah knocked on Yoongi’s office door, poking her head in when he greeted her. “I’m back.”

He nodded. “Did you have a good time?”

She grinned, thinking of what she’d left in her closet. “I did. Miran is really fun to be around.”

Yoongi’s eyebrow raised. “Good, maybe now that I have a wife, that’ll keep her out of my hair.”

With that cryptic comment, he returned to his work. Taking the silent dismissal for what it was, Seo-ah closed the door silently and returned to her, no their, room. She had a closet to organize.

~~~

Jinah immediately tracked Seo-ah down when she returned from school, plopping onto the tufted bench in the middle of the closet with a sigh. “How was your day, unnie?”

“It was good, I went shopping with a new friend and then I’ve been putting my things away. How was yours?”

“Same as usual,” she shrugged, pulling a candy out of her pocket and popping it into her mouth. “Want one?”

Seo-ah refused the offer, not wanting to get her new things sticky before she’d even worn them. 

“You should go study, Jinah. It’s almost time for your exams.”

With a belaboured sigh, her sister got up, though she lingered at the doorway. “What’s that?”

Seo-ah glanced down at the item in her arms, a smirk tugging at her lips. “It’s a wedding present from me to Yoongi. Don’t you think it suits him?”

Jinah cocked her head at the fabric Seo-ah held up. Nodding, she agreed. “You must tell me what he says about that.”

“Okay, as long as you study,” Seo-ah insisted.

Rolling her eyes, Jinah left, leaving the door open behind her.

“I left you a snack in the fridge!” Seo-ah called after.

She continued her folding and sorting, down to the last bag now. 

A cough behind her made her turn to see Yoongi standing in the doorway. “I thought I should let you know that dinner is almost ready. Uh, I’ll leave you to–”

His gaze flicked down to what she’d paused folding, then back up to her eyes.

Willing herself not to get flustered, as she remembered that she was putting away a rather scandalously lacy lingerie set Miran had forced her to buy, she simply nodded. “Thank you, I’ll be there in a minute. I’ll be settled and ready to cook tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to–”

“I like to,” she insisted, turning to hang the lingerie in the darkest depths of her half of the closet.

“Alright. Do you mind if I join you sometimes? I like to cook as well.”

She smiled at him. “Of course not, it’s your kitchen. There’s plenty of space so we shouldn’t worry about getting in each other’s way.”

He nodded silently and left just as silently, leaving her to stare after him curiously.

~~~

The meal was fairly quiet, though Jinah did her best to contribute conversation. 

“How would you feel about hosting a welcome dinner so my closest employees can meet you and Jinah?” Yoongi suddenly asked, setting down his chopsticks.

Seo-ah blinked. “That sounds fine. When were you thinking?”

“Hm, would next Thursday work for you?”

“That sounds fine. You know I never have a packed social calendar,” she grinned. 

“And what about the first of next month, we reveal our relationship to the public? Quietly, but just something to show off my beautiful wife and let them know that I’m a taken man now?”

Jinah cooed. “You’re earning more and more Husband Approval Points, oppa. Keep it up!”

Yoongi glanced at Seo-ah, who tried to hide her smile behind her water glass. “Thank you?”

“When you reach one thousand HA Points, I may consider forgiving you for not letting me know you were dating my sister until after you were married,” Jinah informed him.

“Jinah–” began Seo-ah, but Yoongi raised his hand, shushing her. 

“How many Husband Approval Points do I have at the moment?”

“Five.”

He tsked. “How do I gain these points?”

“Being good to Seo-ah. I will also add two points for every ten thousand won you give me.”

“Jinah!” scolded Seo-ah, now truly shocked. “That is very out of line for you to say!”

“I respect your hustle,” Yoongi told Jinah seriously, fishing his wallet out of his pants. He handed three 5,000 won bills to her waiting hand. “15,000 won, equal to five Husband Approval Points, correct? That brings me up to ten points, or one percent approved of.”

Jinah nodded. “You’re smart. I knew I liked you.”

Seo-ah kicked Yoongi’s foot under the table, making him look at her and her frown. “Don’t encourage her extortion, Yoon.”

He stared at her.

Clearing her throat at the sudden tension in the air, Jinah spoke up. “It’s May twentieth now, which gives Yoongi-oppa approximately six and a half months to reach one thousand points by the end of the year. Care to make any bets on if he’ll make it?”

Yoongi tore his eyes away from Seo-ah to face her sister. “That sounds very arbitrary, especially if you plan on being in charge of the betting and point-awarding. What’s to stop you from rigging it? I think I’d better call my financial advisor here so we can settle this clearly.”

Seo-ah kicked his foot again, harder. “There’s no need to disturb Seokjin and Miran this late, Yoongi. Jinah, no betting, and no bribing Yoongi. You don’t need to disturb him.”

Jinah tsked but settled down, winking at Yoongi when she thought Seo-ah didn’t notice.

~~~

Yoongi’s head poked around the closet door to their bedroom, his sudden appearance in her peripheral vision making her turn. 

His deadpan face made her blink in confusion for a moment before she remembered what she’d left on his shelves.

Ah. He’d found it. “You found my present?” she smirked.

He stepped out of the closet fully, revealing the cat-print pyjamas she’d bought under Miran’s urging after they giggled about his feline-ness that morning. Stifling a giggle as she took in the look, she managed, “They look very nice…they really suit you.”

“It would be rude not to wear them when you took such care to get them for me,” he excused himself, sliding into bed and hiding the view under the covers.

She snickered again, joining him and turning out the lights. Miran would be so happy to hear how their prank had turned out.

~~~

Kim Seokjin and Miran’s house

“Babe, you have to leave early to meet Yoongi at the office for that meeting this morning, right?”

Jin turned from fixing his hair in the mirror to his wife, a little puzzled at the non-sequitur.

“I’m going to leave in half an hour, why?”

“Why don’t you carpool today and go pick him up? I’ll go with you, I want to visit Seo-ah.”

Jin shrugged in acquiescence. “Alright, I can leave in five instead. You’re getting close to his wife fast, aren’t you?”

Miran’s head emerged from the dress she pulled on, arms patting down the creases. “I guess so. It’s nice to have someone who understands what it’s like being married to a mobster.”

“Jagiya…we don’t know what she knows, yet. Please don’t get too attached until we know what Yoongi is doing.”

“I know, I know,” she bumped him out of the way to brush her mascara on. “It’s still nice to make new friends, though!”

Jin let them into Yoongi’s house with his key and passcode, surprised at how dark and quiet it still was. He headed to the kitchen to make some tea, expecting Miran to be right behind him.

Of course, his nosy wife was not, instead tiptoeing down the hallway to Yoongi’s room.

Jin followed her reluctantly, wondering at her invasion of privacy while also knowing that Yoongi had to be up and ready to leave soon.

“Aren’t you even going to knock?” he whispered in Miran’s ear as she wrapped her fingers around the handle. 

“Shh, I want to see something,” she hissed back.

Jin gasped. “Since when was my innocent Miran-ie a voyeur?!”

She elbowed him back with a glare. “Not that, Jin. Seo-ah got him cat pyjamas and I need to see if he’s wearing them. There’s no way he’ll wear them unless he’s actually in love with her.”

Now Jin’s curiosity was aroused, and against his mature adult brain’s warnings, he followed his impulsive teenage brain’s idea instead.

~~~

Yoongi and Seo-ah’s house

Seo-ah blinked her eyes open, feeling surprisingly rested. Where was she? Oh, yes, her new husband’s bed. He was awake already, looking at her for who knows how long. She blushed, reaching up to pat her bedhead down. 

“How long were you awake?”

“Not long.”

His already sensual voice was even worse better in the morning, she found out, feeling something when he spoke. 

“So, about last night…”

She hummed, closing her eyes, still too asleep to remember.

“You called me Yoon.”

Her eyes flew open. “Sorry, was that inappropriate?”

He shook his head, one arm emerging from the covers to pat her still-mussed hair down. “I haven’t been called Yoon in years. It was nice to hear. Nicknames really sell the act, too, don’t you think?”

“You’re right…yeobo.”

His eyes crinkled at her teasing advance.

“Glad you agree, jagiya.”

A scratch at the door made Yoongi turn, eyes narrowing. 

“Would that be your sister?”

Seo-ah shrugged in confusion. “Jinah?”

A loud yelp sounded from outside, and Seo-ah rushed out of bed. Yoongi halted her at the door, putting his arm in front of her and quietly wrapping his hand around the knob and turning. 

He yanked it open to reveal Jinah holding one of his nice kitchen knives in the air, pointed at his second and his second’s wife, who were directly outside the door.

“What is going on?”

[kaurwreck]

Dazai doesn't propose, Chuuya just wakes up from Corruption with a ring on his finger.

[mixelation]

would itachi meet toris old clan? how would that go?

no, i can't see that happening. she doesn't consider herself one of them, and they effectively kicked her out as a very small child, meaning THEY don't consider her one of them either. plus by the time itachi is in the picture, they're mostly. uh. dead?

[rarepears]

Lex "Let's grow a clone child to defeat the world's strongest hero Superman" Luthor is giving me the same energy as Endeavor aka "My greatest masterpiece will defeat No. 1 hero All Might".

[divine0rdainment]

//An Radiostatic Au Concept I wanted to share. // (TW for Blood and Injury)

Alaster lays on the ground, an angelic spear, bought from Carmine herself, was pierced into his stomach, keeping him on the ground, unable to teleport. Unable to move much at all. Damn Velvette and her good aim. Damn Valentino for distracting him at just the right moment. Damn Vox for cheating in this god damn duel!!! 

The territory around them was in shambles, buildings turned to rubble, corpses of fallen sinners under the bricks and steel. Velvette stood over Alastor keeping the spear in place as she looked at the other Vees, worry in her eyes. She wasn't as big of a fighter as the other two who were now heavily damaged. Vox more than Valentino to be sure. 

Vox shakily stands with the help of Val, struggling as he gets closer to Alaster. He needed to get closer to finish this…Vox stood on a broken leg as he looked down at his long-time rival with a half broken screen, missing a few fingers, holding a broken arm, a broken rib, and dislocated shoulder. Vox looked almost dead himself, just without the massive puddle of blood pooling under him. No, Alastor was the one closest to death here. The deer wouldn't last long with that spear in his gut like this. Vox knew that he only had so much time to enjoy the moment. 

"I... I win y-you prick..." He glitched and stuttered out. His screen twitching, flashing, and blinking from the damage. It was hard for him to look at Alastor like this as one of the eyes on his scream was completely blacked out thanks to the damage he had sustained. 

"I won with the one t-th-th-thing you don't have! Friends who give a shit!" He spits on Al, the spit hitting his fine coat and Val smirks. Proud of his partner in crime and riches. Velvette giggled a bit, brushing a pigtail over her shoulder, and then dusting off her goth Lolita dress she decided to wear. It was heavily ruined from the fight, covered in rips and tears that would make it near impossible to ever wear again, but that didn't matter right now. They were about to make history.  

Vox smirks as Val speaks up. "Well, come on Papi... Let's end him, kill the fucker so we can go home and celebrate!" He insisted. Val never liked Alastor. Always finding his prudish nature annoying. He also didn't like how much attention he always got from the overlord he was holding up. 

Velvette nodded “yeah, let's hurry up, this dress is utterly ruined and I need a fucking shower.” She grumbled. “Let's get this over with!” 

But, Vox was hesitant. After all these years of wanting Alastor to be his, of chasing for his attention, of becoming powerful and strong to get his approval, of trying to force Alastor to be his…

"... No.... Not yet..." And he struggles to kneel in front of the gentlemen on the ground. Taking a moment to consider his words carefully. 

Alastor looked up at him with irritated eyes, he was too weak to fight, too weak to even really come up with a coherent insult as he struggled to keep breathing. His body burned. Burned like he was on fire thanks to the holy steel in him. And the fact that Vox wasn't going to end the pain only irritated him more. 

“I hope you aren't here to gloat, dear. Did you want a kiss goodbye? Or simply to torment me more? I'm in no mood for-" 

Vox slams a hand over his mouth, shutting him up. “I didn't invite you to speak…” he growled. Alastor glaired and was half tempted to bite him. He leaned closer and whispered into the man's fluffy red ears that twitched on his head.

“I loved you…you knew I loved you and you still hurt me. Over and over you hurt me…” he whispered. His fists clenched on the ground as he tried to keep himself from falling forward on top of the radio host before him.

“I don't want to kill you Alastor. I never wanted to kill you, I just…I just wanted you. So how about…we make a deal?” He asked softly. The only good eye looks at Alastor, reading his reaction. Which was obviously a mix of curiosity and anger. Vox has to make a good case if he wanted Alastor to agree to this…

“If you want to live past this moment you'll agree to my terms. I want you to marry me." 

Alastor bite Vox hard enough to make him bleed the second ‘marry’ left the Tv heads speakers. The pain makes the man cry out and pull back. 

“You must be out of your box if you think-" Alastor suddenly started coughing up blood, cutting off his retort,  His eyes widened as the world became fuzzy. He was bleeding too fast for this. He didn't have time to argue or even think. 

Valentino looked furious as he stood behind Vox, his four hands clenched as blood dripped down his palm from his own nails digging into his flesh, but Velvette was curious where this was going. She kneels down as well to see what would come of this.. very interesting gossip.

“SHUT UP AND LISTEN!" Vox insisted. “You don't have to have sex with me! All you have to do is be mine! You hold my hand when I tell you! You sleep in my bed! You write some really pretty fucking vows, you become my husband in name and appearance alone! I get to have you and you get to live!" 

Alastor glared at him as blood kept dripping down his lips. “...why would you want a sham marriage with a man who can't love you? What purpose-" 

“Because you'd still be mine! No one else's! That's all I need, Alastor!!!" He gripped Alastors chin, looking at him with a crazy glint. “If you're mine, no one else will have you. No more people hitting on you, no more people wondering if you're gay or straight or arguing about it in tabloids. You could get all those fuckers off your back!” He insisted desperate for a yes. 

"Let me make up a contract, and you can read it!  If all the rules are acceptable, you sign! You get to live! You keep your souls, your power, your territory, your reputation!” 

He forced Alastor to look at him. 

"I won't even ask for your soul, I just want YOU.” 

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This is the start of the concept. I wanna add more details later but I wanted to see if anyone likes the idea? May make a full au out of it. 

For now I'm calling it the “Marriage Contract AU”  

[thekatebridgerton]

Just had a funny she fell first but he fell harder marriage of convenience Kanthony au idea

Anthony goes trough with his plan of marrying a Viscountess purely for convenience reasons and decides that the older sister of the season's diamond.

Kate likes him but upon realizing he is so completely unromantic and actually still plans to keep a mistress after marriage, she decides to be 100% buisnesslike about the arrangement and agrees to not fall inlove with him as long as he gives her leave to do what she wants after marriage. Anthony thinks it's a great idea. So the deal is made.

' you can't fall inlove with me Kate'

' yeah sure, it's not like you're my type anyway'

'Thats right no matter how much you try I can never love you....wait what do you mean I'm not your type?'

' exactly as you heard it, I'm not interested in you, go ahead get a mistress, I'll be here enjoying my life'

'you mean. You're really you're not attracted to me?'

'no, not really, generally I'm not attracted to men who dally with opera singers... Isn't that a good thing '

' yeah suuure...'

'Just to be clear here, even if I don't give you a heir, I still get full use of your money right?'

' I... I guess so'

' great, then let's get married, it's a pleasure doing buisness with you Anthony'

'but ... but...but you sure you won't fall inlove with me'

'Yeah yeah whatever, no falling for you, got it now PENELOPE !!! BESTIE , GET BACK HERE, WE'RE GETTING YOU OUT OF THOSE YELLOW DRESSES AND ANTHONY IS FOOTING THE SHOPPING BILL'

' But Kate, Kate why don't you want me?'

Cue consumate buisness woman Kate focusing on the duties Anthony hired her for aka career Viscountess TM and just living the life she deserves, while Anthony feels increasingly more frustrated at the fact that his super beautiful and smart wife doesn't pay him any attention while he's over here horny as hell.. Kate just thinks he's hot but weird and she ain't tangling herself up in that hot mess, no matter how much Newton and Edwina like him

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Person A is from a long lineage of fathers who only had sons, but decides to come out to their family as trans, but is surprised when their own father isn’t upset about them being trans, but rather because this means they have a daughter and their family has a bad habit dating back generations of promising the next daughter born into the family to various supernatural beings. Person A tries to reason they might not qualify by whatever standards the supernatural entities consider a daughter from their bloodline, but the very next day several supernatural suitors, Person B+, arrive at their home to collect on the several generation old debt.

[steeb-stn]

what if jackson is suuuper picky about who they let in and like. Basically unless youre like a surgeon or have some super valuable skill you only get in if you’ve got relatives inside

and anyways thats why maria and tommy get married (i mean thats not WHY, WHY they get married is because theyre in love and would do literally anything for each other, but yeah, marias like. All i have to do to keep this man in my life is put a ring on his finger and make a vow of love and loyalty for life to him? Say no more

what if maria meets tommy out on patrol. Hes sick or injured or something, but despite this he ends up saving her life, which earns him her trust. She keeps him a secret bc shes not sure what the others would do about him, brings him food and maybe medicine and stuff. Finally they decide its time to bring him back to jackson, and she swears for him, and the others are like waaaah we know nothing about him and he has no family here, and maria is like oh??? Doesnt he???

and the naysayers have to allow it because how are you going to say no to the founder of the town’s husband, but theyre like yeahhhhh itll last a few months then this guy will move on. BUT TOMMY AND MARIA PROVE THEM WRONG BC THEY ARE TRUE LOVE

[tyrantking31]

Trans Toshinori

Okay, so, this is obvy an AU, but I have different ones running through my head, and one that I just can't get out of my mind is where he is trans, but he came from a rich background, Todoroki style right? But his parents are soo homophobic and transphobic, so instead of listening to him and reading the signs, they sign him up for a marriage contract from a stupid young age. To- you guessed it- Endeavour.

However whenever Toshi goes to UA, and does his whole Nana training thing, they find out and get him out of the situation. But, you cant get out of a marriage contract w/out both parties agreeing, so Nana gets Toshi transitioned and when he hits 17/18 he looks like a total hunk, yadda yadda. Endeavour hates that, his parents absolutely do not approve, break off the contract, they yell at his biological parents, etc. etc.

Everything else goes how it goes, we get to UA, then Shoto Todoroki's whole abuse case comes out with Touya. And All Might is pissed, so he posts a video explaining his past showing the almost marriage contract, and the song playing in the background is "You Should Be Sad" by Halsey.

Im so happy I never ever had a baby with you, cuz you can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you

[buoyantsaturn]

doing these words asks is so good for me i just found a huge mistake in the middle of this doc lmao

[harmonyandco]

Harry is trapped in a marriage contract that has no voluntary means that he can use to get out of. However, there are clauses for getting kidnapped and other uncertain fates, so Hermione decides to kidnap Harry and hopes that Greengrass uses the window of opportunity to marry someone else.

via @johnburtonlee

[star-my]

berserk tiger - i. inception

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Kim Seo-ah (OC)

Rating: PG-13

WC: 1.7k

CW: mentions of stalking, threatening

A/N: I have very little plotted out for this series. It's gonna be random and sometimes I'll post non-chronological pieces. No beta so feel free to point out typos or give concrit. Compliments are always nice. Moodboard photos are taken from Pinterest, edit is mine.

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The quick tempo of his footsteps sped up even more as she glanced behind her. He was gaining on her quickly. Practically running, she ducked around the corner, coming face-to-face with a man in black.

Gasping out a quick apology, she made the executive decision to ignore the stranger danger signs blaring in her mind. She was in enough danger from non-strangers as it was–besides, most crimes, especially violent ones against women, were committed by people the victim knew and were close to. Statistically, she was safer with this random guy she’d found all in black in a dark alley where no one else was around…wow, she wasn’t safe anywhere, was she?

Ignoring everything but the fact that so far Random Guy hadn’t pulled a knife on her, she cleared her throat and widened her eyes pleadingly, begging him to play along.

“Babe, I was waiting ages for you! What took you so long to come get me?” she exclaimed, taking his hand in hers, unwilling though he was.

He stepped out of the alley into the street and saw who she was running from. His gaze flicked down to her, then back at him. 

His grip tightened on her hand. 

A black car came gliding to a stop at the curb in front of them, and a man in a black suit climbed out of the driver’s seat to open the rear passenger door.

Random Guy handed her in with the grace of one born into a chaebol family, then closed the door and turned to face her pursuer.

She glanced through the smoked glass to see what was going on, surprised that she could barely hear any noise through the car.

The driver flashed a bright smile at her through the glass, blocking her view. Wow, he was really pretty.

The smile disappeared and he opened the door, letting Random Guy get in. She scooched over, tugging the hem of her dress down, aware she didn’t look her best at the moment. The interior light showed his gelled hair, soft features, onyx-sharp eyes, and a faded scar running down the right side of his face.

He studied her silently in return, making her uncomfortably aware of her wind-blown hair falling out of her braid, the perspiration beading on her body, and her rumpled clothes.

Putting a bright smile on her lips regardless, she extended her hand to him. “I appreciate your helping me get away from him. I sincerely thank you.”

He shook her hand, his large one dwarfing hers, his long fingers cool and clean. “You’re welcome. What is your name?”

“Oh, right. Kim Seo-ah.”

“Min Yoongi,” said the man just as his driver got in at the wheel. He threw him a startled look, glancing between her and her rescuer with an unreadable expression on his face.

The car started with a barely-there hum, and Min Yoongi turned to her again.

“Could you tell me what was happening back there?”

She glanced down, smoothing her hem more carefully than it called for. “He’s my little sister’s ex-boyfriend, Lee Geum. He created debts in her name and decided that we needed to placate him; he thinks he’s some hotshot yakuza or something, like he’s playing at being Agust D or something,” she laughed shortly. “He’s been following me home from the pawnshop where I work for the past few weeks, trying to intimidate me into giving him our money and following me to see our new living arrangements. I’ve managed to lose him so far, but today he started getting closer and closer and I saw him with a knife in his pocket. It was a blessing that you were there.”

He hummed, uninterested. “How many men does he have working for him that he thinks he’s the next Agust D?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe twenty or thirty? He’s not a good leader.”

Min Yoongi coughed. 

“Have you gone to the police and asked for their help to deal with the issue?”

“I don’t know if you noticed, Mr Min, but this part of town isn’t exactly the most protected place. We’re all too poor to require any real guarding. What valuables could we possibly have? And I did try the police, when he threatened my sister, but they didn’t care.”

The driver clicked his tongue disappointedly.

“What if someone was able to do something about it?”

“Like what?” Seo-ah glanced at him curiously.

“Sent evidence of his crimes to the police or something. Do you think that maybe they’d take you seriously and do something about it then?”

“Maybe,” she admitted dubiously.

“Are you any good at acting?”

She glanced at him suspiciously. “I’d say I’m decent. Why?”

He simply flattened his mouth into what she suspected was a half-smile but could have been a grimace. She took the hint and dropped her line of questioning.

With a gasp she realized that the car had stopped outside of a luxurious villa in Seongbuk-dong. 

The driver opened her door, extending his hand to her. She gingerly took it, stepping out onto the pebbled drive as she took in her gated surroundings. 

Min Yoongi’s warmth alerted her to his presence behind her.

“Er…”

“Come with me.” He took her elbow gently, leading her into the house, past a man in a suit like the driver’s, but looking considerably more dangerous. 

Min Yoongi led her to the kitchen, putting a kettle on to boil for tea and pulling out two cups.

He paused, hand on a cupboard door as he glanced back at her. “Would you prefer something a little bit stronger?”

“I’m alright with tea. Thank you. May I ask why I’m here?”

“Because I’d like to talk to you.”

“Without asking for my permission?” she raised an eyebrow, dropping the formal tone.

He raised one back at her impropriety.

“You essentially kidnap me, I don’t have to add honorifics,” she shrugged, hoping to cover up the unsettling thought she’d been struck by, that she’d traded the devil she knew for the one she didn’t.

“I apologize. Would you like to join me for tea at my home?”

“I’d prefer to have you to mine as a thank you, but given your look–” she waved a hand at his suit–”and my home, this is the better option. I’d be delighted to join you, thank you for asking.”

He gave her another inscrutable, curious look as he poured the tea. “You’re welcome.”

She perched, feeling only slightly awkward and out of place, on the white leather seats at his marble island, gratefully taking the cup he handed her.

He stood across from her, his own cup in hand. 

“So, from what I’ve gathered from you, is that you’re the head of a low-income household, you’re in financial difficulty, your dongsaeng’s ex is threatening trouble, and there’s not much happening to address these issues.”

She swallowed a sip of the hot tea, feeling like the words had burned hotter than her tongue now was. That was her situation, but somehow the cold way he had laid out those facts threatened to tear down the defensive walls she’d built.

“Yes, that is the state of things,” she said quietly, already feeling the fuzz on her tongue from the tea burn.

“How much debt did the ex leave you?”

She swallowed another sip. “About thirteen million won.”

As expected of a man who lived in this area, he didn’t bat an eye.

“I have a proposal for you, then.”

She nodded.

“I will help you pay off your debts and take care of this ex, and in return you will enter a contractual marriage with me for five years.”

Seo-ah coughed, expelling the tea from her windpipe that she’d inhaled in shock. “You want me to do what?”

“Marry me. For five years. What do you say?”

“Why do you need a wife? You look fairly young, you’re rich and hot and appear to be influential.”

He smirked at her list of his traits. “Business reasons. There are some things I cannot tell you until you have signed the contract, if you so agree. I’ve been looking for the right wife for a while now, and I think you’ll be splendid.”

“Could I have a copy of this contract so I know what’s expected?”

Min Yoongi pulled his cell phone out and pressed a button. “I need the papers in the kitchen.”

A minute later footsteps sounded in the hallway, then a man in a suit jogged into the kitchen, carrying a small briefcase in hand. He paused as he took in the scene, then handed the briefcase off to Min Yoongi.

He opened the briefcase and pulled out a sheaf of papers, rifling through them to collect a handful that he handed off to  her.

She flipped through them, reading the surprisingly simple legal jargon. It looked aboveboard. 

She was getting desperate: some creditors were already hounding her enough without Geum’s pressure, Jinah would be needing to pay for her schooling, plus the usual living expenses…Well, she could use this stroke of luck that had fallen into her lap. She was well aware that this contract, though it sounded fair, would likely end in Min Yoongi’s favour, but she would cross that bridge when she came to it. He was the best option at the present time and she would not borrow trouble from her future self.

“I’ll do it,” she declared.

The man who’d brought the briefcase handed her a pen, the clicking of the end sounding loud in the suddenly supernaturally still kitchen.

She signed her name with a flourish, watching the black ink seep into the paper. Min Yoongi took the pen from her and slid the papers from under her arm, scrawling his signature quickly and handing them to the man.

“The registration will come through in a couple days. Would you like to stay here until then?” he asked courteously.

She shook her head. “I appreciate your offer, and this opportunity, but I need to get back to my sister. I don’t like leaving her alone in our area, especially with her ex around.”

“Alright, I’ll get Hoseok to take you back. Thank you for signing this.”

She swallowed, mouth suddenly dry despite the two cups of tea she’d drunk.

[asterouslyaesthetic]

so i know we already have the whole "older brother of a woman linked to us via dreams also dreaming of us" shtick covered by hríd, but we also have freyr apparently and it's been living in my head rent-free forever

this is his level 40 confession:

Long, long ago...I dreamt of a summer day spent beneath the sun's rays...And you were standing beside me in that dream, [Summoner]... There is no mistake. That was a true dream... It was a promise made by the future. How will the dream continue from here, I wonder... Of course, knowing would detract from the mystique. Dreams form our desires and shape the future...but for now, let us simply drift off into the summer sun.

how long ago was long, long ago...because for me, my mind immediately jumped to tiny freyr—with short hair and only a single braid instead of two and his eyes closed all the time still, but his face still manages to reveal his emotions when he does not give it permission to, particularly when his sister is involved—waking up as a voice inside his older self's brain, able to see and feel everything he does but unable to exert any influence, because he has always had some influence over dreams and that extends to visions of the future.

and there's this pretty mortal in a sundress who sits next to him as he's simply laying down, and when she says his name, his older self opens his eyes, only to be rewarded with salt water sprinkled at his face and a beautiful smile that makes his heart pound.

but he's so young and she's a mortal, and the only thing young freyr concedes that day is that it's nice to see freyja having fun with a friend.

the visions, bits and pieces out of context that show a wonderful future, don't stop after that day, as if to taunt him for when he disregarde, the clear signs that he grows to love her, because he does and how is it hard to when she cares for freyja so deeply that his sister is willing to trouble herself for the mortal's sake?

those in the palace begin whispering after the fifth time he bumps into the wall with a soft smile on his face.

he sees her past and sees her variable future—some things are fixed, but others are not. he sees her in a wedding gown, as a happy bride and a sad bride, he sees her with children, and he sees her grow old, whether alone or with her variable husbands; most of them are kings, but only three are of Midgard, and of those, one is only a grand duke, beloved brother to the empress.

(never with him)

he sees her in a beautiful deep red dress, on a balcony with only the company of fireworks; he hears the way his heart pounds, and remembers what he once thought; and though there is no recognition in her eyes, she welcomes him to her side all the same

but what should be the start of a two-sided relationship, an acknowledgement of him from her, becomes a time he hopes will never exist

because it isn't until much later that he learns what his sister attempts to do, how she traps the mortal in a neverending dream—about his death and the last thing he sees. to see her smile at him one last time...that much, at least, is granted to him.

but ironically, his desperate attempts to convince freyja to avoid such a path, to leave the beautiful mortal alone, are what drive her into consolidating her plans—and she never realizes, not until they both are willed into existence in Askr, that it wasn't simply a matter of loving mortals; that it was a matter of loving one mortal and wanting her to be happy to a self-sacrificial point.

because his death and freyja's, they are fated, they are fixed, and the prospect of them surviving even once means that they will have changed the future in all timelines. because they, like those of ymir, or hel, or vanir and asgard, exist outside of time—singular entities watching over all worlds—but are still beholden to it.

and then he is summoned, to her, and she smiles the way she did the first time. and freyr, he makes himself a promise. to be helpful in whatever way he can—to be the shoulder she can lean on when she's tired, the ears that listen to her sorrows.

and when summer brings along with it a warmth in the breeze, she takes him—and his sister, and his fairies, and her fairies, and all her other heroes—to a familiar scenery.

a familiar scene, salt water on his face, the beginning of his downfall.

the beginning of his love.

as a hero, his powers are restricted. he has no clue what goes on in the minds of his other selves summoned to other askrs, as he would've if he'd been alive. whether they're as lucky as he is, if they also "get the girl"

when night falls, he confesses his dream to her, his eyes still closed. she's quiet for a while, before she asks him about his words, about whether the dream formed his desires.

and when a quiet yes slips from his lips, and he tells her about wanting to be at her side, her smaller hand lightly grasps his own and feels something soft on his cheek, near his lips

"mine too. my desires...as well, since that dream. when you first approached me."

(telling freyja results in a tantrum from her and an attempted deescalation that his beloved takes far too much glee in.

by week 3, his sister pouts when he expresses his affection for his lover and mixes salt in her coffee, but there remains no malice in her actions.)

[elementsofemily1193]

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Hope everyone is having a good day! I haven’t updated you on my stories in quite awhile but I posted a new chapter of my Chenford Fanfic: Sinking into the Song of your Heart on Ao3, and it could use a little love! I also started a new Chenford fic (because I’m obsessed) called Business and Brushstokes: A marriage contract AU, so if you like my work then you might really like that! Thank you for your continued support to a longtime fan but new writer.

[dalphahale]

@fidelissimi​

​“Just because we are contractually married doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it.” Derek felt she might be thinking the same way but he knew their feelings didn’t actually matter. Not when the government dictated it. They were still in the small room where they finalized their contacts, his hand holding the paperwork he had received on her. He was curious to read it and he would make sure to do so when they got to their new home. “I imagine you feel the same?”

[obligatedburden]

Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Epilogue