#but my bride and i have decided to make it work despite of them

[josefavomjaaga]

I arrived in this city yesterday, my dear and good sister, and found the Emperor and the Empress in perfect health. Both of them have attended to my happiness, and I believe that it will be perfect with Princess Auguste. She is an angel of kindness. I am not talking about her beauty, it is beyond anything I could tell you. The only thing missing here is your presence to make me truly happy [...]

Eugène de Beauharnais to his sister Hortense, Munich 11 January 1806

[mellowwillowy]

"Stop the wedding!!"

So you get to see NRC food fighting RSA in the end lol Yan! NRC vs Yan! RSA x GN Isekai'd Player (Self-aware)

All the people inside the cafeteria turned their attention to you, an isekai'd player.

"(Name)!!" Idia beamed in tears, finally someone saving him! ... wait, someone? Oh no no no no! You are not just 'someone'!! Why did he even bother troubling you to this extent? He should have just kissed the bride!!!

"Make it right in time, you got me, Ace?" "Thank you for kicking me like a barrel toward the ghosts, pal," Ace replied dejectedly but posed no annoyance at all.

"Potato, since when do you have the funds to get yourself such a nice suit?" Vil questioned as he inspected your overall. The makeup and hairdo were not done to the utmost perfection but he can let it slide because anything on you equals absolute beauty.

"Oh, this? So you are smart enough to realize Crowley won't cover MY suit! I mean, he was trying teeth and nails to not let me join Ace and Co!"

"At least he does something right for the first time," Leona added. "White suits you though I thought you'd surely go with Black as usual?" Trey cocked his head to the side questioningly.

"Look, this is what Neige lent me. And all his attires are almost pristine white! I'm telling ya'!" At that statement, you saw Vil twitch despite not being able to move, he must have been very pissed at the mention of Neige's name alone.

"Originally I planned on taking Cheny'a's but I realized how eccentric his taste is so I decided to go with Neige. The RSA students are kind enough to assist Neige in tailoring it to my size too! Got them right in time before Crowley could shoo me!"

"Dude, even the RSA knows how to respect them, I don't know if I should be angry or nah but it certainly leaves a bad aftertaste seeing them wearing what RSA makes for them." Cater whispers something to the person next to him, inaudible to your ears.

"What do you say if we steal the suit and then burn it down in front of them after we are done here? I'd like to give them a nice thank you hug too while we are at it." "And we should leave them some of my... flowers collection too. This alone should be enough to show our gratitude right?"

"I'd say we should try giving them a proper form of token of gratitude too, how about Master Lilia's cooking?" Sebek added with a grin, he had his fair share of Lilia's cooking to the point he'd like to share it with the others.

"Oh? Then I'd have to make sure to add extra 'love' into it." He replied, this time intending to poison people so its horrifying taste was multiplied at natural without him realizing it.

"Wait, why would we even bother giving them a handmade cooki-" Jack was immediately silenced by Cater's eerie smile. He had his fair share and he knew they meant nothing well from it at all.

"Hey Ace, do something! Stop throwing all your work on prefect!" Deuce yelled by the sideline, ready to chew his ears off.

"I agree, you shouldn't let someone magic-less handle this handful situation alone, get a hold of yourself right now will you, Ace?" Azul scowled and started to usher Ace into work.

"Dude! Now all of you are cornering me?" "You haven't finished, Ace?!"

And Riddle's voice was all it took to make Ace cowered like a puppy. Rook shook his head in disappointment, this had taken way longer than the original gameplay.

"Hurry! We should wrap things up as though we are changing a dirty tablecloth into a new one!" Epel yelled out rather... unique lines. Was he trying to be as poetic as Rook? If anything, both Rook and Vil said nothing regarding this.

"Riiiiighhhhtttt, I'm kinda checked out now, to be honest." Idia's eyes immediately widened, not you too?!

Just before the other could chant another "Smooch the bride", you immediately lunged toward the bride. All those gym class training paid off! Basically, this and that until the ghost inflated.

And instead of Rook ordering you and Epel around, you took the steering wheel before anyone could. "Move yer' ass you glorified wood logs! Move move move!"

The lucky person is the person who gets to feel you dragging them. Absolute win!

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"Urgh, I'm so gonna have phasmophobia now." Idia rolled his eyes as the ghosts departed but to be honest? He was happy to see you barging into the cafeteria like a knight in shining armor for him! (It was mostly the others fighting lol)

Idia was taken by surprise the moment your hand smacked his back. "Would you look at it, the star of the show, a handsome groom adorned in black! You look positively breathtaking, senior Idia."

"Eep-! Oh no, they have graced me with their words that are enough to deafen me! What should I do? How should I show them just how grateful I am to be even considered by them???"

"What did you say? I couldn't hear you really well." "Well, brother said that-" "N-n-no! Nothing! I uh... am thankful... for your assistance." He answered bashfully, his hair tip turned into a shade of pink.

"Now now potato, it's time to change, wearing that must have been uncomfortable right?" Vil immediately pulled you away from the pink introvert. "No...? Neige said that it's meant to be comfortable and it's true!" "Well, we have something even wayyyy more comfortable for you, shrimpy! Come on now, let's take it off and dress you up in something else!"

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Lilia was leading everyone with a basket of something, a speaker in one hand and Neige's suit in the other hand, "Hey you RSA whippersnappers! Get down!"

The head mage was coincidentally away that day and it allowed the NRC students to lead a protest in front of the academy's gate.

Lilia threw the white suit onto the ground while Leona whistled, signaling Rook to shoot an arrow of fire toward it like an Olympic grand opening. (What a duo.)

"Yeah! Eat this you good for nothing!" Cater and Ruggie immediately took out the pie from Lilia's basket and threw it right onto the students' face. Kalim was generous enough to sponsor lots of baking materials for Lilia with Jamil assisting with the baking. It was badly burnt but still hard as a rock.

Cheny'a was careful enough to avoid Trey and Riddle while Vil was feeling rather generous in feeding Neige~ Oh, and Malleus is always bullseye in his shots, hitting everyone down in no time. He was pretty pissed (sulking) that he was not invited to join your fun. Silver was not being merciful too, he didn't fall asleep at all during this whole thing!.

Rollo was feeling rather grateful but also sad that you did not come to him to ask for his help :( And Crowley just watched everything from the sidelines while praying that nothing bad will be sent to him after this. Well, he's happy with how bright his students are.

[wallfl0wer-babe]

I Chose You (Satoru Gojo x AFABReader) 18+

18+ CONTENT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Content Warning- Unprotected sex, cunnilingus, virginity loss, handjob, fingering, impregnation

Angst Warning: Satoru sucks at communication and feelings.

Synopsis: An arranged marriage with Satoru Gojo seemed perfect, after all you'd known each other since you were children and loved him since your days at Jujutsu Tech. The way he had treated you the day and night of your wedding had led you to believe he felt the same way, that is until everything changed after consummating your marriage.

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It had been over a month since your wedding and Satoru had showed no interest in touching you since then. The marriage had been arranged, but seeing as the two of you had grown up together and always had a close bond you had hoped he might love you at least a little bit. You'd been hopelessly in love with the man since you were teenagers attending Jujutsu High, so despite the fact that your clan had decided to marry you off without a single care for your wishes you found yourself elated, and the way he had looked at you as you walked down the aisle and said your vows, the way he had kissed you with so much passion, and the way he had made love to you on your wedding night all left you believing he felt the same way.

You felt foolish to have believed such a thing come the next morning, remembering how you had awakened to an empty bed only to find him asleep on the couch and when you asked him to return to the bed, placing a soft hand on his shoulder, he acted as if he'd been touched by something appalling and insisted he was more than fine before you disturbed him. Since then he'd gone out of his way to avoid you.

You were suddenly interrupted from your sulking and solemn thoughts as an intense nausea came crashing down on you and left you scrambling for the bathroom to empty the contents of your stomach, your attendants rushing to your side at the sound of your ill state.

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"What is it?" Satoru asked, at the sound of the polite knocking on his office door. His eyes still on his paperwork as he waited for the house attendant to spit out whatever it was they had to say. "Sorry to bother you sir, but it's your wife." This had Satoru's eyes shooting up from his paperwork to the face of the attendant, the mere mention of you having captured his whole attention. "what about my wife?" His voice was threatening, leaving the attendant more intimidated than they already were. "Her attendants simply wanted for me to let you know she's fallen ill and ask if you'd like to call her a doctor?" The attendants voice was shaking as the expression on Satoru's face darkened after hearing you were unwell. "Have someone call for a doctor immediately, and report back to me what they say." The attendant nodded and bowed, hurrying to leave before Satoru stopped them. "Make sure a female doctor is called." He said with an edge to his voice, the idea of a man examining you putting a bad taste in his mouth. "Yes, sir." The skittish attendant fled from the room, gently shutting the door behind them.

Tipping back in his chair, Satoru let out a long sigh, worry piecing his heart. He did his best to return to his work but his mind kept wandering back to you no matter how hard he tried to push the thoughts away. His shockingly blue eyes seemed to unconsciously drift over to the picture frame on his desk. The photo of the two of you on your wedding day. The sight of it made his heart flutter and bile rise in his throat simultaneously. You looked absolutely stunning in your white gown, the fine fabric hugging your body perfectly and your veiil beautifully framing your face graced with a soft smile. You were the epitome of what a bride should be, gorgeous in every way. He had never seen a sight more beautiful than you looking up at him so sweetly, adorned in white, as you exchanged vows sealed with a kiss, in his life. It was how you came to wed him that repulsed him so much, made him so repulsed with himself.

When his clan and the higher ups in Jujutsu Society started pushing him to marry it wasn’t hard to convince them you would be prime choice. You were young, of high position from a well respected and strong clan, and had a reputation as a skilled sorceress. Not to mention you were strikingly beautiful and your family was notorious for its fertile woman, meaning you would be able to produce many strong heirs, a factor the Gojo clan and higher ups were greatly pleased with. None of this was the actual reason Satoru wanted to take you as a wife, but the leaders of his clan and the higher ups could’ve cared less about his true motivations, you were the perfect candidate for an arranged marriage with him, considering this would strengthen the very beneficial alliance your two clans shared and produce a new line of Gojo's carrying the blood of the strongest.

It came as no surprise to Satoru when your clan accepted the proposal for an arranged marriage with you, there was no downside to a marriage proposal with the strongest sorcerer, and he knew you would never object when it came to what was best for your clan. His conscience hadn’t been a problem throughout all of this, it wasn’t until after your wedding night, after he had officially claimed you as his wife, that it chose to torment him with guilt and self-disgust.

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His throat bobbed as he stared down at you kneeling on his bed, his eyes trailing over your body scantily clad in white lace that left nothing to the imagination, existing only to make you more tempting, if that could even be possible. You awkwardly shifted on the bed, curling into yourself in a unsuccessful attempt of covering your body, much to Satoru's displeasure. “We don’t have to do anything Suguru, it’s just some stupid practice in my clan for the ladies already wed to dress up the woman for her and her new husbands wedding night. Just let me go change and I’ll go to the guest ro-oomph! You were aggressively pulled back into the lap of a flushed and smirking Satoru. “What makes you think I don’t want to ravish my pretty wife? Especially when she’s all dolled up just for me.” You gasped at the feeling of him grinding into you with his rock hard cock. “See what you do to me pretty girl? See how badly I want to bury my cock into that sweet pussy? Hah fuck!~ You gonna take responsibility like a good little wife?”

“Yes Satoru, want to be a good wife, your good wife, please~” 

“Fuck yeah beautiful, that’s right you're my wife, all mine to adore, devour, and fuck." Hungrily nipping at your neck, Satoru moved his hand from your stomach to pull your thighs apart before dipping two of his long and thick fingers into your tight and dripping heat, tearing a moan of pleasure from your throat. “I’ll have to thank those women later for getting you all nice and pretty for me, I thought it was a struggle to contain myself when I saw you in the pretty white dress, but that’s nothing compared to this.”  The way you looked up at him through your lashes adoringly, your lips slightly parted was something out of the lewd fantasies he’d been fucking his fist to since he was a horny teenager.

“S’toru” you slurred, pushing down his sweatpants and wrapping your hand around his thick throbbing cock. “Fuuhuck gorgeous~” Satoru groaned at the feeling of your soft hand groping his painfully throbbing cock. He spat a glob of spit onto your cunt and began to rub your clit with his thumb, reveling in the lewd sloppy sounds your pussy made as he curled his fingers inside. You let out a string of whimpers at the stimulation, the knot of your release tightening almost painfully in your stomach. “Fuck baby you’re gripping my fingers so nicely can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” “S’toru please~” you whined, releasing your grip on on his cock and instead digging your nails into his biceps as you teetered on the edge. “I know gorgeous. I got you just let go.” With a final caress of you clit and curling of his fingers that hit your sweet spot you felt your orgasm finally wash over you, leaving your body thrumming in ecstasy. “So good for me, my pretty little wife.” Satoru praised as he admired the way your juices soaked his hand. He couldn’t help but groan as he sucked your delicious essence off one of his fingers.

You let out a surprised yelp as he suddenly gripped your hips and maneuvered your body so your pussy hovered above his mouth. “As much as I want to stuff this pretty pussy, first I need to get a taste of you.” “S’toru hold on-" Satoru paid no mind to you objection, immediately roughly gripping your hips and forcing your sex down onto his eagerly awaiting mouth. The room was quickly filled with the lewd sound of your moans and slurping noises from Satoru feasting on your cunt with scary enthusiasm. The melody that left your lips from his ministrations only fueling him to intensify the sensual movements of his tongue as he lapped at the juices overflowing from your cunt with a groan.

He grunted at the feeling of you digging your nails into his abs, the sting a welcome pain combined with the way you were suffocating him with your thighs as he sucked your clit into his salivating mouth, letting out a muffled laugh at your squeal when he lightly grazed it with his teeth. “S’toru, gonna…gonna” your threw your head back as your vision went white, Satoru's firm grip on your hips tightening as he hungrily gulped down the sweet nectar of your release, uncaring for the lack of oxygen he was receiving. Reluctantly he lifted your body off him carefully, laying you onto the sheets before caging in your body with his own. The temptation to feel you around his cock the only reason he was able to bring himself up for air.

“Your taste is addictive sweetheart.” He said with a quick peck to your lips, the both of you exchanging gazes of pure adoration. “Are you ready to take me my love?” His voice full of tenderness as he caressed your waist. Doing your best to keep the intimidatation from showing on your face at his impressive length that could easily tear apart your virgin pussy, you meekly nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up at the way he gently kissed the palm of your hand in reassurance before grasping your waist and slowly sliding his cock into your weeping heat. The feeling of your walls clenching around his tip tearing a low groan from his throat.

The sting of the foreign intrusion had tears blurring your vision as you bit your trembling lip to keep from wailing out as the elder women of your clan had warned you against doing so as to not be bothersome. Such didn’t seem to be the case with Satoru however, as he halted his movements to allow you to adjust to his size and lovingly kissed away the few stray tears you had failed to hold back. He captured your lips in a kiss of dizzying passion, remenants of your essence and the saltiness of your tears still on his tongue that danced so lewdly with your own. “We don't have to continue if you don't want to gorgeous” Satoru softly said as he cradled your face, his lips a whisper away from reconnecting with yours once more.

Closing the short distance and Capturing his lips in a quick few pecks you shook your head “It’s not that, I simply need a moment is all, I’m sorry.” Satoru scoffed, filling your heart with a brief worry that you had married a selfish lover like the bitter women of your clan. “There's no need to apologize. What sort of husband would I be if I failed to give my wife the pleasure she deserves?” Your worries quickly washed away at his words, wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him down, capturing his lips in a sloppy heartfelt kiss, grateful that Satoru had been the one decided to be your husband.

After a few minutes the painful burn turned into a pleasurable ache and you began to grind against him for the friction your body desperately craved. “Does my needy wife want some help?” Satoru asked, giving a few slow teasing thrusts with a playful smirk. You whimpered, your desperate expression making his cock twitch. Unable to deny you, much less himself any longer he began to to rock into you with deep passionate thrusts, letting out a growl at the feeling of your nails raking down his broad back, marking the muscular canvas as yours.

The way your gummy walls deliciously wrapped around his cock had him feeling lightheaded as his thrusts grew more violent, his cockhead ruthlessly battering your cervix like it was trying to force itself into your fertile womb. The room was filled with the lewd animalistic sounds of Satoru obsessively rutting into you and your moans and his groans increasing in volume as you both approached your highs. “Need ya to cum for me sweet girl, needit so bad!” He growled, his thrusts growing sloppy as he tried to resist filling you up until you came for him. The knot in your abdomen grew tighter as he began massaging your clit with his thumb, shockwaves shooting through your spine at the sudden added stimulation. "Fill me up, please!" you begged, trapping his pelvis against yours as you wrapped your legs around his waist. "Holy-Holy Fuck!" Satoru's eyes rolled back as the idea of flooding your womb with his seed, the idea of claiming you fully. With a final rough thrust that he buried inside you, its head crammed against your cervix as sweat dripped from your bodies as your releases finally washed over you. “Ngh, fuck!” Satoru groaned as your walls greedily milked his twitching cock for every drop of his potent seed, turning his already mind all ready foggy from pleasure to mush. You weren’t fairing much better as your body twitched in pleasure, your own release soaking Satoru's torso as exhaustion threatened to steal your consciousness.

Giving a tender kiss to your forehead Satoru gently pulled out of your spent cunt, painted with his seed that messily dripped out onto the sheets. “Rest sweet wife” he whispered before making his way to the bathroom to clean himself up and retrieve a wet washcloth. Upon returning he was greeted with the sight of your sleeping form, looking so radiant and peaceful. Unexpectedly a pang of guilt stabbed his heart, the true gravity of what he had done weighing down on him. How could he claim to love you when he had forced you into a marriage with no regard for how you felt. He was too selfish to ever be deserving of you or your love, after all your entire marriage was built on his lies and manipulations. With his heart heavy with guilt he hurriedly cleaned you up before retreating to the living room. As he lay on the cold leather of the couch he decided he would no longer force his selfish love onto you, and would allow you to live without the binds of the marriage he had forced you into against your knowledge. 

After a restless night he was tortured with a greater regret and guilt as you, with your immeasurable beauty and kindness had regarded him with such a caring nature only for him to return it with venom. He knew that as long as he gave you a smidge of hope that you could fix things  you would do everything in your power to do so, so he forced himself through the pain of pretending to be a cold and uncaring husband in hopes you would eventually go back to living freely, disregarding your marriage with him. 

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Your eyes scanned for flaws in plaster of the walls as you made another fruitless attempt to calm your mind. The news the doctor had given you that for most would have meant pure joy only seemed to be another cruel joke in your unhappy new life. You wanted nothing more to celebrate the news like other women did, but couldn't find any reason to do so considering you were in a broken marriage with a husband who seemed lack even a hint of fondness for you, much less love. You didn't even make an effort to look who had knocked on the door and entered, uttering only a tired "enter" the familiar voice of the guest instantly making you regret your invitation to let the person in. "The doctor told me you're pregnant, is that true?" You nearly flinched at how eerily calm your husband sounded at the news that had left you in such a wrecked state. He let out a sigh at your lack of response. “Would you at least look at me?” Rage boiled up inside you at the words, so desperate as if he wasn’t the one who neglected you and regarded your existence with disdain the entirety of the marriage. You turned to face him, your eyes swollen from crying and your body trembling from intense rage and hurt. Satoru felt like someone had stomped on his heart at the sight of your broken state, the state his selfishness had reduced you to.  

“Your behavior had led me to believe that you despised the sight of me and the sound of my voice so forgive me for trying to spare you from it.”  

“Sweetheart-“ 

“Don’t you dare, don’t you dare pretend to care now when all you have done our entire marriage is play with my feelings and hurt me. I am sorry you were forced into marrying me, but I didn’t get a choice either and I still tried so hard because I thought I was lucky to marry someone I actually loved and I thought could love me back. But you have made it abundantly clear that you don’t feel the same, so don’t you dare pretend to love me too, openly hating me is less cruel than that.” Your chest heaved from lack of breath, more hot tears running down your cheeks. Satoru could only stand there in shock as he tried to process your words and your pained confession. His silence was the worst response, worse than a harsh rejection, silence meant feelings were so worthless they weren’t even deserving of a response, you thought as you buried your body in the comforter waiting for him to leave. It seemed like hours had passed when you felt the bed dip beside you as he trapped your body in a tight embrace, his head buried in your neck. “What are you-“ 

“I wasn’t forced, I chose you.” He spoke, his voice muffled by the comforter but never more serious and clear. “Satoru” you sighed, only to be interrupted once again, his voice sounding more desperate. “The higher up’s and my clan wanted to arrange a marriage for me, but I was the one who chose you. I’ve always loved you, I wouldn’t have married anyone else, I was worried the only way I could have you was through an arranged marriage. I’m sorry I thought you deserved better than a life where you were forced to be my wife that’s why I treated you so horribly, I thought you’d move on from me, but I have always loved you, you’re the only person I have and will ever love, I swear on my life and my clan that is the truth.” His heart threatened to burst out of his chest as he received only silence for a response, the dew minutes that followed a quiet torture. “Sucks doesn’t it.” 

“What-“ 

“Pouring your heart out only to have your partner torture with a lack of response.” You said with a teasing tone. “I was trying to process.”

 “You could’ve said that.”

“Then I’d sound stupid.” 

“For fucks sake you have the maturity and communication skills of a child you know that.” 

“I do not.” Satoru pouted. 

“This whole mess happened because you couldn’t grow a pair and confess to me like a normal person.” 

“I did eventually.” 

“Yeah after you convinced my clan into an arranged marriage and knocked me up.” 

“I said I was sorry.” 

“I’d hit you if I wasn’t so tired.” 

“Let me kiss your pretty face and make up for it please.” 

“It’s not very pretty right now because of you.” “

That’s not true, you’re always pretty, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world.” You let out a long sigh before pulling the comforter off your head, met with the sight of a beaming Satoru who eagerly attacked your face with kisses. “So so pretty, the prettiest wife, you’re gonna be the prettiest mama too.” 

“Satoru, stop!” you shrieked as he rolled your body on top of his, capturing your lips in a soft and tender kiss that had you melting into him. “I’m so glad you’re my wife.” He whispered, burying his head into your neck. “I’m glad you’re my husband.” You whispered back, as you both enjoyed the shared warmth, you drifted off in each other’s embrace. Enjoying the first peaceful sleep you shared since your marriage knowing your loved were requited and the child in your womb would be born into a loving and not broken home. 

[lightofthemoonglow]

kinktober day seven and eight

Virginity | Waxplay | Stuck in Wall

Breeding | Gore | Master & Slave

third person reader because that is how it turned out oops

Sequel here

Thomas Hewitt

The day had finally come.

The wedding dress is older than the bride. The bride is considered an adult in every part of the world, in basically every sense. And yet she still wears a dress that Luda Mae had brought for herself a long time ago, back when she had hopes for a whole other life that had never come to pass. It’s obvious why she’s doing this, but it’s harmless in comparison to everything else about the situation.

One interaction had been all it had taken for this deal to be worked out. The bride had come from a family of carnival workers that had passed through Travis County that had decided to stick around, her mother becoming friendly with Luda Mae despite the two of them living seemingly very different lives. All the girl had done was shyly ask Tommy about his job at the slaughterhouse as she offered him a bowl of the chili she had brought over. This was some good meat. I bet you had something to do with it. And Luda Mae had noticed the shift in her son’s body language, how he wasn’t as on guard as he normally was for a moment.

It had started as joke between the two mothers. And then they had started seriously discussing it. It made sense. The pool of candidates was already small and neither of their children were exactly…popular. The bride had struggled to finish school after fighting tooth and nail to get in. Thomas had dropped out. Their families were already close. And then, the tornado happened, killing the bride’s father. It was as good a time as any, they had figured. The town was dying slowly, the writing was on the wall. They needed to make it happen before the bride left town for good.

And so, they had wound up in the backyard of the house, the town preacher pronouncing the young couple man and wife, on edge due to the gun that Charlie had aimed at him, ready to pull the trigger if this marriage wound up not being true in the eyes of the lord. While he didn’t believe in that shit, Luda Mae did and his sister’s word was law in their home. The bride was a vision in antique white, her voice trembling as she said ‘I do’. Thomas only grunted in response, Charlie snapping ‘the boy damn well does!’ when the preacher tried to get the larger man to speak.

“I’m glad it’s you,” Luda Mae says to the bride after the cake has been cut and everyone is milling about the yard, the preacher nowhere to be seen. He would never be seen again, but no one would notice or care. “You always had a kind word for my boy.”

And for the first time since her hesitantly uttered vows, the bride speaks. “Of course. He’s a good boy. This was all just a little fast, Mrs. Luda Mae.” But that was intentional, something she would realize later. The mother of the bride had all but dragged her down the aisle. The woman had cried, wailed as she told her daughter that she need to do this, so she could be taken care of, implying that it wouldn’t be long until the bride’s parents were reunited.

After the party, the happy couple was led upstairs, where they were to stay all night. “I want a grandbaby by next spring,” Luda Mae instructed. It wasn’t the wistful dreaming of a woman who yearned to more little ones to spoil. Well, it was, but her tone was that of an order. They were going to grow the family, one way or another.

The room was dim, the sun peeking through the curtains. Thomas makes no move to take off his mask, choosing to just stare at his new wife as she walked towards the bed. The dress is pulled off, revealing a white slip covering her everyday undergarments. She folds it up, so it can be put away in the morning. Maybe it will even be used again one day. The sun shines down on her as she lays on the bed, waiting for him to join her.

“It’s alright. If you…want to.” She speaks softly, not approach him too closely. “I know your mama said that we have to, but I can wait.” Thomas is staring at her, watching her legs twitch slightly, fascinated by the dark peaks on her chest. Her breathing is steady, she’s not looking for an escape. Her eyes are meeting his whenever he allows it. Thomas knows what to do. He’s seen farm animals do it and Charlie had shown him a movie once, short and filthy. Luda Mae had found out about it and been cross for weeks.

The real thing is different. Thomas feels almost cornered as he tentatively touches the hem of the slip. His fingers graze her bare skin and he flinches, which makes her sit up and grab his hand.

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” she coos, stroking his hand with her thumb. “Tommy…I know neither of us exactly wanted this to happen. But if it had to be anyone, I’m glad it was you. I’ve always liked you.” His face didn’t matter to her, she didn’t care that he had to hide what had been eaten away by the sickness inside of him. He wasn’t going to kiss her, he couldn’t get to that point. Not yet.

They needed to do what was expected of them first.

It takes a while, the sun is almost gone when Thomas is finally ready to get on top of her, still mostly dress, only his nice trousers unzipped. She’s naked, comfortable with allowing him to see, to explore. Her body is warm, soft, and he’s so hard it hurts until he pulls it out of his trousers. But he doesn’t put it in, not yet. He can’t quite manage that last little bit of movement, not yet.

“It could happen, Tommy. Us havin’ a baby because of tonight.” She strokes his arm, not touching his face, not until he’s ready. And maybe that won’t be tonight. “I like the idea. Go on and feel how much, darlin’.” She spreads her legs slightly to let him know he could touch her. His prodding fingers found something warm and wet, and when he pushes, a finger slips inside. “It’s good when it’s wet like that. Means I’m excited. Like you are now.”

Another fingers joins the first and she gasps, but she doesn’t stop him. “We could make a baby tonight. You and me…” The images start coming to Thomas as he fingers explore her. His wife’s belly swollen with their child, her tits full of milk, everyone knowing that she belonged to him and only him-

He’s inside of her before he can stop himself. She gasps, grabbing onto his shoulders as his cock fills her up. Her breasts bounce as he thrusts, slow and experimental at first. “Good boy, good boy,” she whispers, her body suddenly filles with sensations she’s never felt before. Thomas is equally overwhelmed, she’s so warm and wet and good and hot and everything he’s ever wanted. She’s gripping onto him tightly, he’s in awe of the sight of himself inside of her.

Thick fingers stuff his seed back inside of her after he’s done, and he prays for the first time in years that it worked.

[oh-saints]

You could write something like friends with benefits with Ruben Dias but he really falls in love w reader 😬 ? you can decide the rest just make it angst

you really can blame back to december (taylor's version) for this. who's ready?

saudade

(portugese) a deep emotional state of melancholic longing for a person or thing that is absent; desiderium.

it was a word rúben only learnt in front of his oldest flame. his favourite flame. however, between the two of them, did time heal everything?

rúben dias x doctor!reader word count: 4.5k prompts: above + summer fling + @julianalvarez9's post here (sorry, girlie, gotta twist your idea a bit) tw: explicit foreplay but suggestive smut 👀 note: y'all can blame ms. swift's newly released album, okay? well, aside from the depressive mood lately and recent work stress, the particular song kickstarted me to write my arse off like i just broke up with my ex (when it's an old news already lol). but as usual, i happen to write this at dawn so not beta-read yet. song: back to december + all too well

“oh, there she is!”

oh for the love of god, you know you were late, okay? when you hadn’t stopped running back and forth for two consecutive days straight to save everyone and their mother’s lives, it was pretty understandable to take the chance of hibernating the first thing you had a day off, right?

“after an eon of disappearing,” the groom—your favourite cousin but god did he love basking attention—raised his glass towards you, and you could only smile his way through the gritted teeth. “I’m glad you decide to grace us with you presence, Your Majesty.”

but of course your family wouldn’t understand that, for they lived a totally different lifestyle to yours, despite begging you to enrol yourself to the most prestigious medical school. ironic now that they were the ones who always begged you to come home when you felt like you’ve moved to your home the moment you got accepted to the most reputable cardiology and cardiothoracic department in the country.

so you smiled wider—for the appearance, of course—but you said nothing back.

you were still regulating your breaths, palpable by your huffs and puffs as you took the empty seat—god if the bridezilla got mad because you took the wrong seat, you’d fight her because it was already a sacrifice on your end to drag your ass to this weekend full of wedding festivities—and before you could do anything else, a glass of water was shoved your way gently.

“you look like you need one.”

you were not surprised by the voice. he sounded like he looked like—rough, buff, strong, bulk. you were rather surprised at the small smile thrown your way when he handed you the crystal, filled with clear liquid.

oh, the choice of drink, too, by the way. in a weekend that would soon be filled with endless flow of champagne and other alcoholic and questionable options, he chose still water.

realising you were still eyeing the glass in his hand, his demeanour changed slightly. “not a fan of water?”

“I thought you’re kind of a beer guy.”

your response sent him into a laughing fit because honestly, rúben was expecting you to throw a flirty banter. with an evening gown that rocked a thigh slit as high as the bride’s ego, you looked more ready to have some fun from the get-go.

but the sound of that deep, masculine laugh did wonders to you. heat immediately run through your entire body, and you immediately knew you liked it more than you thought you should because you kept wanting more. more of his laugh, more of his voice, more of his smiles, more of his scent. more of him.

“it’s too early for that, no?”

with the way he lifted his eyebrows teasingly, you almost questioned your decision to become a doctor. you’d definitely been missing out this special specimen beside you, due to burying yourself in between your patients’ body—literally, in order to save their lives. you really need to go out more often.

or maybe, you need to step up the game while you can before hospital took your fair share of fun as soon as you landed back home. shivers ran down the underside of your arms at the last thought.

fuck it, then. if there was one thing hospital taught you the hard way, it was to might as well enjoy things while it lasted.

you grabbed the glass of water from his hands—his skin felt exactly like it seemed—before signalling for two flutes of champagne. the server went to grab your request as you shoo away your thirst with the water and then proceeded to down the champagne when the server was back in the vicinity, all while never straying your eyes from his. “in Italy, nothing’s too early, no?”

and that was another laugh you’d come to like. god, if coffee did no longer work on your bloodstream, someone should get her that as her daily fix of adrenaline dose before her night shift started.

the man in front of you took his portion of champagne and said his thanks, his eyes held yours like there was no tomorrow. despite the roughness in his facial features, stubbles and all, his smile was warm. and for you, the whole combination was what made your knees weak.

how could someone look so sexy and smug in all his friendliness?

“it’s rúben, by the way.”

with the small smirk slowly tugging the corner of his lips as he sipped the champagne, rúben should really consider himself lucky you didn’t jump on him and replaced the crystal flute under his lips instead.

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despite your initial dislike towards the bride—purely because you thought she had a severe princess disease—you tried so hard not to rain in her parade. no matter what, it was still her special day, probably one she’d been dreaming since she was a toddler.

also, have you mentioned that the groom was one of your favourite person on earth?

so you didn’t even dare to move anywhere outside the safe sanctuary of your table because you knew you’d be bombarded by the elders for how rarely you showed your face again in family functions like these, or for how you could not even show up with a boyfriend in tow. amongst the lineage, you were the only one left without a lover or some sort, but instead of draining your energy to explain how exhausting it was to live so that other people can live too, you stayed put.

that, and the fact that rúben provided 1001 reasons why you should stay behind with him. yes, sexiness aside, you found yourself able to converse so many things outside the medical jargons and it kind of made you miss it—the ordinary life everyone else was leading. you missed talking about the latest blockbuster movie, you even missed wearing something else than the hospital scrub and your favourite crocs for more than 10 hours straight.

you even missed the flirting phase, thanks to rúben’s impeccable ability to chime in some subtle but straightforward seduction. rúben himself already exuded some hotness, his laugh and words managed to shoot some warmth throughout your body, and the champagne tripled the heat all over you.

rúben was only downing another glass of negroni and you were only watching the liquid move from his mouth to his throat, but you needed to excuse yourself. your brain was no longer cooperating with every other organ intact to your body—you couldn’t shouldn’t think all of these forbidden thoughts inside of your mind because rúben had been nothing but a gentleman, yet you were the one who kept wanting to cross the line.

yes, rúben might’ve dropped some not-so discreet touches down your arms, on top of your knees, under your knees. yes, he twirled with your unkempt hair, tucked them behind your ears. but the groom used to do that all the time with you, just to tease you around, so what made this time different?

“I thought you hit the jackpot or something.”

and there was rúben again, his voice matched the concern written all over his face. even in times like this, when her inside was a mess all over, rúben managed to think of her well-being. damn it, he really made it so hard for you to contain the burning desire.

there, she said it. desire—a word so foreign in her dictionary recently, for she’d momentarily lost her want to study the human anatomy since the moment she walked into this party late.

“what, you’d run away or something if I did?”

despite you hyperventilating earlier, as you ran towards a balcony of this huge Italian castle looking for air, you were sure rúben couldn’t see a trace of it anymore. you were already sporting the provocating look you’d come to realise only come into the surface when stirred right—aka only rúben managed to do so by far.

and only rúben could take the outmost pride in enticing such vixen from her hiding place. you wouldn’t have braved the face to sport such dangerous dress if you didn’t have the energy in you, and he was more than glad you ended up taking your seat beside his, despite knowing you were supposed to be seated somewhere else later into the night, for he could satisfy himself with the sly and slightly naughty look you only threw his way whenever he wanted.

he’d be the worst liar on this planet if he said he wasn’t tempted to kill distance between your lips and his, so many times tonight. but his father taught him courtesy, and to do such radical act in a room full of other people’s guests would be an insolence and disrespect to the bride and groom.

but now that the matter of prying eyes was gone…

“I’d brush your teeth, of course,” a small gasp from you didn’t escape his ears. “what do you take me for?”

you smiled but you were shaking your head disapprovingly as you folded your arms in front of you. “when are you going to stop being a gentleman, rúben?”

“why should I?” the man stepped closer to you, and you wished he was still wearing the dark blue vest because you certainly couldn’t handle those specs ghosting behind the white shirt. “do you want me to be a bad guy?”

but you couldn’t also deny you’d want to see those chiselled chest. combined with that smirk and fascinating kind of mirth dancing in his eyes, would you be dead and sent to heaven? “can you?”

you were both now so close, rúben only needed to lift your chin towards his face to claim your lips. “oh, is that a challenge?”

he could easily did, by the way, with the way your lips were gaping as soon as he gripped his chin gently. but he decided to tease you more, as his nose reached down to touch yours while his body pushed you to the railing, giving him the excuse to catch your body in his arms.

your brain was now completely unwired, your limb was moving the way rúben orchestrated yourself like a maestro to his favourite instrument. all you remembered was to hold on to the back of rúben’s neck and the side of his strong arm, as he gathered you in his sturdy embrace, and chanting don’t fall, don’t fall to your now-airhead.

when he finally tipped your chin to his desired angle and your lips caressed one another, your breath turned shaky and it gave him an immense sense of pride. he’d been wanting to have this, dropping hints here and there so you’d let yourself free of expressing your inner self, because he knew you wanted the same thing too.

“what do you want?”

if anyone went wet at his usual voice, wait until you heard this version of rúben.

you could already feel yourself turning into a weak excuse of a puddle. your brain was melting, your inside was evaporating.

“tell me what do you want, baby, and I’ll give ‘em to you.”

it wasn’t that you were shy to voice them, but it was because you couldn’t find the words. funny how you could read endless words and medical jargons and yet, gone was everything inside and outside of yourself, including your so-called dignity you were often praised for when you were doing your rounds, when he dropped the word baby to call you with.

so you raised yourself on your tiptoes and pushed yourself towards him.

“uh, oh,” damn it, you forgot he was a footballer. he was paid to use his reflexes on weekly basis. avoiding your advances were nothing against his job. “words, baby.”

“you,” you managed to breathe out the simplest word you could find in the currently short-circuited brain of yours, but the very word seemed to please the man, whose smirk went wider oh-so sexily. “want you, rúben.”

if it wasn’t for the fireworks going off at the background five minutes later, rúben would’ve succeeded in making you fall apart in record time. but rúben didn’t know the word give up so while he kept to himself for the remaining of the night, he’d come looking after you as soon as the party ended and everyone went back to their respective suites.

you, too, certainly didn’t see this coming. but when rúben immediately kissed you senselessly as soon as you opened the door—well, as soon as he pushed you inside and opened your pathetic excuse of bathrobe, that is—you weren’t complaining. you even helped him shed the rest of your fabrics before unbuttoning all of his, all without separating yourself from him, because the last time you did, you never got the chance to chase your high.

“but, rúben, tomorrow’s the wedding!” you squealed as he lifted your body, your legs immediately locked your position against the large man, as he walked you both to your bed. “we’re so gonna be late, rúben.”

he was peppering your neck with kisses as he placed you down the mattress, rousing giggles from your end. “that will give them a story to tell, no?”

“you’re crazy—oh, oh,” the crispiness of your laughter was interrupted by the sensation of rúben’s tongue devilishly sucking your sensitive spot. “oh, fuck! fuck, rúben, fuck!”

if his tongue wasn’t twirling the bruising skin so well to soothe the pain, you’d smack the smile you felt against your skin. “well, they say that what happens in Italy, stays in Italy.”

“I think you’re mistaken for what happens in las vegas, stays in las vegas—oh, fuck, rúben…! don’t fucking stop.”

“is that so?” oh, how dare he stop?! you sat up when rúben halted the wet ministrations of his tongue against your breasts, about to protest the footballer, when he pinched your budding nipples. your head immediately fell back to the pillow, surrendering yourself instead. “can’t seem to remember. you keep distracting me, meu anjo.”

the sensation of his warm saliva against the coldness of his fingers’ pads were unlike no other that you mewled out the loudest moan you’d ever done. so disgusting you had to bring down his lips towards you to shut yourself up. “should we go to las vegas instead?”

“tonight?” rúben popped a now-hardened nipple of yours, and the sight was definitely something you could not erase from your memory. “I can call my plane.”

“don’t tempt me, rúben, because we know this weekend is going to be boring from the looks of it.”

“let’s bring las vegas to us, then.”

long story short, rúben brought you las vegas and its glory every chance he got during the weekend.

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“must we go back to reality tomorrow?”

the giant central back chuckled at your submission. you were tucked under his arms, your fingers were drawing air on his chest, and somehow he knew you were pouting as you did so. it never ceased his wonder how you could be a temptress for a minute, then turned into a cutie-patootie—your words, not his—the next second.

it never ceased his wonder too as to how you’d always spurt out the same question all over again, every weekend you both got the chance to escape reality, despite knowing the definite answer of yes, we all have a life to lead tomorrow from him.

many of your colleagues had inquired about your relationship with the familiar face they’d seen over the weekend on their TV screens, but you didn’t know what to answer them. you were texting and flirting all the time but you were certainly wasn’t dating. you had sex, and you happened to repeat them whenever things got tough for either of you.

it was starting to become a vicious cycle, you and him. it was an impending doom, escaping the harsh reality only to seek for harsh and explosive sex instead of facing them head first.

he should’ve said no to every of your calls, but you crying over another life you failed to save wasn’t something in his card to ignore.

you should’ve said no to every of his calls, purely because you knew you were another rebound or another anger fuck from the losing game, but you didn’t have the energy in you to think of any reason to say no, not when you’ve racked your brain to save the failing life of your patients.

you both became a constant fixture, the only thing guaranteed good, when all else failed in your respective lives.

including the romantic aspect of your life.

but how could it not fail when rúben always picked up your calls when you had a bad day—that bad that you didn’t have the energy to have sex with him? he’d listened to you crying before stopping yourself, he’d listened to the silent you gave him because you were processing things. he’d listened to them all before offering to pick you up from work, no matter how stupid it looked like for him to slide in his vehicle at 5 in the morning when he had to be back at the training centre at 9 sharp.

when he couldn’t be around when you were having a mental breakdance, rúben would send you and your team a mini buffet for your lunch so you could share happiness the same way you shared him your devastation. so you could be back on your feet in no time because time is of essence for your job, your patients need you to be strong and healthy so they too could do and feel the same.

rúben—bless him—even spared his time to visit your patients when december came around the corner. he’d cheered them up, like the way he always did around you and for you, and even gave the kids and their caretakers gifts so they didn’t feel bored spending the festive holiday at the hospital. the next week, he brought over his entire football team just because one of the elder patients said he was a fan of his team.

he did all that, like a true gentleman you’d met the first time at your cousin’s Italian wedding, only to drop you the biggest nuclear bomb right on top of your head, right on christmas eve.

it was a dinner hosted by one of his teammates. he’d asked you to come because he knew you didn’t prepare for any last minute plan when your surgery schedule fell through—the patient died before you could save her—and thought the merry atmosphere would turn your sour mood to a better one.

you, from the beginning, didn’t want to go because you didn’t feel like intruding. and maybe, you shouldn’t have come.

the host, rúben’s captain, asked what kind of relationship you both were having, just as you were about to call for the men to join the women in the kitchen because the food were all ready to be served by now. but you never joined either side because of rúben’s answer.

“I’m getting married,” you remembered vividly. “she was nothing but a good fuck.”

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but that was—what, five years ago?

you’d moved on with life, and that included moving far away from home to london. you obtained your specialist degree and was now under the tutelage of the best cardiovascular professor in town. you were often credited as prof. nagelsmann’s golden child because of how much the professor adored you, for your vast knowledge and eagerness to learn, as well as your hardworking attitude.

if people knew that you were studying till you broke your neck and had constant nosebleed till exhaustion took over your body at first only to put your mind somewhere else…

well, they didn’t need to know that. people only needed to know that you lived and breathed for the hospital now, because you’d now come to terms that life and death was two of the things that you were sure of to happen. nothing else were as definite as those two.

well, maybe also the jinx when you stashed away your hospital scrub for ordinary clothing as you clocked out of your shift.

as soon as your junior called your name, just five steps beyond the hospital territory, not even your car in sight yet, you knew you had to go back inside and save your kdrama marathon for another time. “code blue?”

your junior nodded and immediately jumped to describe the dire emergency. you were also handed the patient’s medical record. “male, 35 years old with CoA[1]. his stent’s infected so we have to do replacement but his CT scan shows hemothorax[2] and raptured aorta as well.”

your legs wanted to give away when your eyes spotted the name.

it’s ivan dias.

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rúben couldn’t believe his eyes.

there you were, explaining the whole procedure his brother would be going through. clad in your hospital scrub with no make-up, you were still as beautiful as he’d remembered. not even signs of time grazing your skin, as if the cold temperature of the operating theatre froze away the concept of time from your face.

your natural look was what initially drew him into you. in a room full of people caking their faces in the latest make-up trend, you definitely stood out in his eyes. you even outshone everyone else, including the bride, if he was being honest. and when he found out you were more than a pretty face, it didn’t take him another minute to settle his decision to make you stay behind in the table with him, so no one else could take you far away from him.

possessive, people would say to him. a trait he thought he’d hated in everyone else, but a trait that turned out to be something that showed up only whenever you were concerned.

but god, did rúben want you. so bad he felt like he could kill anyone else who casted you a seductive glance, despite you not acknowledging them.

and it made him hate himself because he was turning to be everyone else he’d come to hate. he didn’t want to be selfish, he didn’t want to push everyone else for what he solely wanted. he didn’t want you all for himself—he shouldn’t want you all for himself.

you both were only friends after all.

at least, that was rúben used to think of. because who the hell listened to another person crying for hours, if not for friends? who the hell picked up another person at 5 in the morning, if not for friends? who the hell reminded another person to eat so they could take care of their patients, if not for friends?

so he did everything he could, including dating around till he painted the town as red as the possessiveness he wished to hide, in hope he could diminish this niggling feeling that was bothering him day and night. he sought help and read endless books, just so he could validate the peculiar emotions he was feeling, that only vanished when you were around.

but nothing satisfied him. nothing was the answer to his long-standing question. even when he decided to jump the big gun and got married with someone else that didn’t even understand a simple arithmetic question, rúben still felt the gnawing hole inside of him, that was still thirsty of something he didn’t know of.

the hole grew into a big, black, gaping hole as his marriage went on. the hole even swallowed the existence and the idea of the two of them, the couple that could perfectly plaster the covers of bridal vogue, into a mere memory, burned to ashes and blown to the sky.

even then, too, rúben only wanted to see you. because being around you always brought strange waves of calmness to him.

so he did, only to find you go off the grid for good. he’d asked for you to everyone he knew and everyone he thought could possibly knew of your existence, to no avail. he’d thought of going to your home and asked to your parents but he decided to go against it because he respected you and your decision—he always does from the first moment he met you.

he remembered he didn’t even want to touch you until you succumbed yourself entirely to his palm, and he promised you he’d do that and he intended to keep his end of words, be it when you were around or not. he could only pray to God to meet you again in due time and course, when you were ready to see him again.

but now… god, did he want to scream out loud in happiness. you were still as gentle as ever, having handled fragile lives in your hands of both the parents and the guardians. your voice still reminded him of an umbrella under a blazing hot day, as you elaborated ivan’s condition to his parents. your hands still reminded him of a silk handkerchief tucked properly under one’s suit, as you touched his parents in reassurance.

only then did he realise that this sharp feeling inside of him, only you could provoke such intense emotions like a dagger stab to his heart, was longing.

he’d longed to have you in his arms again, despite having you there all his previous times with you. he’d longed to have you around him again, despite being around you. no distance was still a distance per his standard. and he realised he’d made the biggest mistake by not proclaiming you when he had the chance.

fuck possessiveness, he wanted you back.

after all these years, he still wanted you so bad.

“I knew you’d succeed,” rúben sat down with two cans of your choice of beer. “I haven’t had the chance to congratulate you. congratulations, by the way.”

“thank you,” while you flashed him a smile, you smiled rather awkwardly and scooted further away from him. like you were scared of him. like a child was scared of what a stranger had in their hands. “i—”

he didn’t like that you were getting further away from his reach. he couldn’t launch his old moves on you again if you did. “I hope you still like Budweiser.”

“I do, but I’m sorry, do I know you?”

but it seemed like he’d lost you now, the way he’d lost you years ago.

[1] coarctation of aorta; a birth defect in the aorta, where it is far narrower than normal, blocking the blood flow to the body. on severe cases, it is so narrow that it can back up the blood flow to the left ventricle, forcing the muscle there to work twice as hard in order to distribute blood the way it’s supposed to be.

[2] hemothorax; a presence of blood is detected between the chest wall and the lungs. commonly, may be caused by blunt trauma or by complication of a disease.

[centuryberry]

Queen of the Mountain AUs

With Act I of "Queen of the Mountain" coming to a close soon, I'd like to share little AUs and ideas I have of this fic that I'm considering writing. The first two are directly connected to Queen of the Mountain while the other two are AUs with more mature themes.

Unforgivable AU: In which, the Hot Springs Incident never happens and Shanzha is sent over to FFM as Wukong's bride like in canon. Despite RinRin and Yue's efforts to escape the clan's clutches and reach FFM, they were unable to save Shanzha, who had haplessly triggered her own route (platonic) and was killed by Macaque. While RinRin was eventually able to bring Shanzha back to life, the act was done and Yue has no desire to form a connection with Macaque - uncle or not. The three leave FFM and live their lives. Centuries later in the LMK era, a grown Yue reunites with Macaque and Wukong. (Angst/Eventual Forgiveness/Modern)

Warlord Shanzha AU: After the end of RinRin's Route, Wukong and RinRin renew their marriage, and Macaque and Shanzha (heartbroken) decide to focus on retrieving Yue from the Zodiac Monkey Clan's clutches. When the dust settles, Shanzha reluctantly becomes Clan Head and Warlord of the Land of Eternal Snow. Macaque becomes her advisor and trophy husband, and the pair end up being a platonic power couple. Wukong and RinRin reunite with them later during the JTTW era and old feelings reemerge. Yue may or may not be working behind the scenes to help set them up since the pining is ridiculous. (Humor/Second Chance/Parent Trap)

Fae AU: Faelord Wukong catches sight of Macaque hiking in his forest with his family (Shanzha and Yue) and falls in love with him at first sight. So he lures Macaque into a fairy ring and whisks him away. Macaque desperately tries to find a way back home while trying to resist Wukong's advances. This is made even more difficult when Wukong's wife and fellow Faelord, RinRin, decides to do the same with Shanzha. Or, as I'd like to think of it, two cringefail supernatural beings try to seduce a hot pair of mortals into staying with them forever while these two desperately try to get back to their daughter. (Mature, Dark Themes, Supernatural, Kidnapping, Eventual Poly)

A/B/O AU: In which, Wukong and RinRin (both Alphas) are longtime rulers of FFM whose lives and perception of themselves are turned on their heads when they offer sanctuary to a pair of traveling mated Omegas (Macaque and Shanzha) who are expecting their child. It's mostly an introspection on the gender norms for both primary and secondary genders, established unconventional pairings and how they make it work, self-repression due to societal pressures, eventual self-acceptance, and how inherently and gloriously queer the poly is no matter how you shake them and look at them. (Mature, Unconventional A/B/O dynamics, Eventual Poly)

I'm open to expanding on any of these AUs! Of course, my main focus is on the main fic, but it's nice to dabble in different ideas!

[unrequitedloveletter]

I think I might have fallen in love- realization fics! Fics with this prompt can be the realization of anything--a characters imminent death, the moment wherein someone realizes they've been betrayed, or they can be super fluffy and detail the moment a character realizes they're in love, the moment where they realize they can see a future with the reader--perhaps one that entails settling down or one that involves leaving the past behind--, the moment where they realize that they want to marry them! Anything goes with this prompt, and I'll write 1-5k words using it!

OKAY- what about nikolai x reader. and it's where he realizes he wants to marry her. maybe r thinks of a solution to some matter of state and he watches in awe how she handles the questions and gets the other's attention. and he's just like "yep. i'm gonna make her my bride" or something like that :)

Motion- N.L x fem! reader

okay, hi! This came out a bit later than I meant for it to--I decided a few weeks ago to plan out a duology to try to complete during NaNoWriMo and that took up a lot of my headspace, where trying to make sure my mental health was on track and I was breathing in something other than stale apartment air took up the rest of it. However, I am so sorry for how late this is coming out regardless!

On another note, my requests close next friday! They close at 11:30 pm AST (which is around 7:30 PST) and hopefully, what remains of my requests will be done by that point. Fall event requests are open until the second and my holiday event will come out sometime between the 24th of November and the 1st of December.

Fic type- fluff

Warnings- none

You and Nikolai were sitting in a meeting, debating with the Grisha triumvirate and several other relevant court members who sat in on Ravkas ever growing list of issues. You'd thrummed your way from matters of inter-palace discontent through matters of civilian discontent and you were up to matters of state.

Nikolai was getting bored watching everyone bicker, each of them trying to stop one another from getting a word in, but you looked as though you'd just gotten started. Nikolai could've sworn you were smirking slightly as you watched Zoya snap at a general, ready to throw a gust of wind at him--one so powerful that it knocked him through the meeting room wall--and barely managing to restrain herself. You looked as though, despite the fact that you weren't Grisha, you were ready to do the same thing.

Genya looked ready to tailor someone into a very ugly version of themself and David simply looked as though he wanted to go back to his work, like he was mad at the fact of his obligations as a member of the triumvirate for pulling him away from it.

"And before you start, Novikov," you started. Nikolai turned his attention to you, smile on his face. "Let me talk my way through this, yeah? You start talking and you might find yourself unable to fill your britches because you simply don't know enough. It's not a matter of the people--it's a matter of the funds we're able to allocate to the cities. If we can allocate enough to cities both big and small then we're setting ourselves up for an economic boom that starts at the big cities, moves to the small ones. It moves to the towns, and from the towns it moves back to us."

"How do you expect Ravka of all places to be able to do such a thing?" Novikov asks, bushy eyebrows furrowed at your suggestion.

"We can get tourists in," you said. "Ravka is broke--that is absolutely not a surprise to anyone in this room. However, to appeal to those who can only afford to take one vacation a year we advertise the cities. The ones with good-quality but still cheap hotels, honest working parents and saintstales as old as the country itself."

"And what of the rich folks?" David asked. "I mean--we can't advertise Ravka for tourism without aiming somewhere that will actually make a difference one trip on, can we?"

"Palace tours," you said. "The Grand Palace--we can make it a tourist spot Friday through Monday, twelve hours, with options for individual touring, group touring, or guided versions of the same. I'll be a bloody guide if I need to, but I know that there are people somewhere who are passionate about Ravkas history to be willing to volunteer their time."

'And how long is this going to take to pay off our debts?" Novikov asked. "I mean--nobody will go for it if it takes us longer than a decade."

"If it takes us longer than a decade, the youngest of us in the room have a chance at seeing it in the last year or two before we hit forty," Genya said. "Nikolai is twenty-four at the current, which means it would take sixteen years if it were to be such a strenuous plan."

"It's not," You said. "Tours of the palace will take two hours going at a slow pace if my walks of the Grand Palace are to have proved anything. If we get six volunteers, then that's one to cover every tour everyday. Ticket prices can be set at 20 coin for a general admission, 10 for children and fifteen for seniors. Max the group allowance at groups of ten and that ranges from 100-200 coin just off the gate. Take that and multiply it by six, and we have 600-1200 coin going back into the coffers of those to whom Ravka is indebted. It'll be volunteer based because the saints know we cannot afford to pay the guides but I would do a twelve hour workday just to prove that my idea is the right move."

"And what benefits could we offer in place of wages?"

"A hot meal when shifts are done, a room at the Little Palace and food by an irrefutable line of direction. We could also put them on palace staffing lists officially so they'd at least be making the minimum wage, but I think that such would constitute as fraudulent somewhere."

Nikolai was deep in thought when you brought up that last point, but with one squeeze from your hand he was back to reality.

"If they would be willing to take a room in the Little Palace for the duration of time during which tours take place, then it wouldn't violate any laws--they'd be working within the palaces, allowing their placement onto the palace staff."

"What is your estimate on how long it would take?" Novikov asked. "On how long the combination of marketing the cities and the palace tours would take to pay off our debts and refill the war treasury?"

Nikolai had been looking at you how he always did--like you were the love of his life. As he watched you answer what both of you had hoped tto be Novikovs last question, he came to a realization.

"A minimum of five years," you said. "And that is with the tours going all year round. If we could have the tours going daily it would probably still be the same such estimate--we're more than one million kruge in debt with Kerch, double that with Novyi Zem, Novikov. The process for clearing Ravka of it's debts is not something that will be instantaneous unless you're willing to sell your home and give the funds to the cause? According to reports I've seen, your home could have us reasonably jumped forward if you sell it for it's maximum monetary value?"

Nikolai could see it right in front of him--two years from then, a ceremony. Watching you walk down the isle, a coronation where you were crowned as queen. A life as your husband, a life with you as his wife.

He glanced at the ring finger on his left hand--it was looking awfully bare, but if you said yes when Nikolai proposed, which he decided he would do right then, it would not look bare for the rest of his life.

"All in favor?" Nikolai asks, giving your hand a squeeze as the thought solidifies itself fully in his mind.

I am going to make her my bride.

Everyone, including a rather embarrassed Novikov, said "I" and you grinned victoriously.

Your plan was barely in motion, but it was starting to gain traction still. As Nikolai pressed a kiss to your cheekbone and the two of you moved to leave the meeting room, the same could be said of his.

[pixiedustandfairypowers]

Why Beauty and the Beast succeeds where Bride of Discord fails

Yes, yes, I know comparing a classic Disney film to a My Little Pony fanfiction/audio drama is comparing apples to oranges, but I had been thinking about these types of stories while planning out some fancomic ideas of my own.

Bride of Discord was a rather popular MLP fanfiction that was created by DisneyFanatic2364 after the episode Keep Calm and Flutter On came out, leading to the Fluttercord ship taking off. She decided to make a Beauty and the Beast AU about the two of them falling in love and getting married, and despite using most of the same plot beats as the Disney movie did, the order of those beats absolutely matters for keeping the story working.

The beats in common:

The Prisoner Exchange

Crying in her bedroom after said exchange is made

The impressive and personal gift

Playing in the snow/the budding friendship

The Mirror to see loved ones

The romantic dance

The frightening release

Rescue from the wolf attack

However, I arranged these scenes by the order that they happen in Bride of Discord, and this is where you start to see the real problems with DIsneyFanatic's fanfic version.

In the original Beauty and the Beast, Belle makes the choice to stay with the Beast on three separate occasions, each representing a different point in their relationship, but in the Bride of Discord fanfic, there are only two points for Fluttershy.

The first choice: the prisoner exchange. At this point, they sacrifice themselves in order to release their loved ones. But there is no love for their captors, only fear and sadness. Belle refused to have dinner with the Beast, didn't want to speak to him, and reacts with fear and avoidance.

And the second choice is really the plot point that makes Beauty and the Beast work, but everyone insisting that it's Stockholm syndrome/an abusive relationship tends to ignore.

When Beast frightens Belle, her reaction is to run as far away as possible, and regretting his actions, Beast rushes in to save her life from the pack of wolves. This is the point at which Belle first realizes that there is good in him after all, and when she sees him faint from his injuries, this is where she makes her second choice to stay.

She could have left him there to die from his injuries. And while we know she's too kind to do that, Belle still had a morally viable option of taking him back to the castle to leave him in the care of his servants, then leave and be on her way before he regains consciousness and recovers. But Belle chose to stay with him and tend to his wounds, thanking him for saving her life. This is why the story works: they don't form a friendship until Belle is making the choice to stay there of her own free will.

In Bride of Discord, Fluttershy is just sitting there as Discord's fiancée, she's not allowed to leave and see her friends, and even though Discord does do his best to make her feel comfortable, the truth is that Fluttershy is still befriending and falling in love with someone who continues to keep her prisoner. The grand gesture scene should not have been the turning point, because gift giving should be an expression of love already present, and in this situation it feels like Discord is doing an emotionally manipulative action to get Fluttershy to fall for him. For the Beast, the library scene is his expression of fondness for Belle, and at this point they're already friends.

And on the third point, after Belle leaves to care for her father, she says that the Beast is her friend, NOT her love interest. It's not until she goes back to the castle because his life is in danger that she finally realizes her feelings for him.

In Bride of Discord, Discord forces Fluttershy out at the very end of the audio drama, with the wolf rescue happening in the last scene, and that is mostly to demonstrate to Fluttershy's friends that Discord has changed. And the reason why she decides to go back isn't because Discord's life is in danger, it's because she feels bad about him being lonely. Sure at this point they did start over without a coercive marriage deal, but by this point most of the story has already happened and they have a LOT that they need to work on.

All this is to say, the order of the plot beats do matter and you simply cannot have a true friendship or love with anyone who is holding you prisoner, no matter how nice they are or how much they try and love bomb you with gifts.

[yuelaos-codex]

Wedding Ship Meme

link to template by @heyneon

tagging @bbrocklesnar @alexxmason @captmactavish @onehornedbeast @finding-comfort-in-rain @carlosoliveiraa @tao-tgsh @ghastlyrider @captastra and anyone who wants to ✨ no pressure ofc!

Decided to do both ending 2 (my canon) and ending 3 to show how different yet similar the routes are!

++ some rambles/explanations under the cut:

ASCENDANT ENDING

THE PRENUP

this is sending me bc i have this long ass timeline that leads to them signing a prenup:

- astarion ascends, then breaks up with selene bc she didn’t want to become his spawn

- selene comes with karlach and wyll to avernus, but she doesn’t last long (she’s a lover not a fighter 💀) karlach convinces her to go back to faerun. she tells her that she has been on autopilot ever since, and she has not had the time to process the breakup. the constant fighting in the hells was not helping

- hesitantly she goes back to waterdeep, where she learns that she is being summoned back to evereska. she journeys there and gets celebrated as the savior of baldur’s gate. she starts creating songs abt her adventures. somehow, she still felt as an outsider in her family despite getting acknowledgment. she goes back to waterdeep where she feels more at home

- she slowly builds her reputation. the reunion party also happens during this time.

- 3 years pass by. she goes back to baldur’s gate ever since the brain. not as a hero, but as a performer this time 🥳

- they see each other again ever since the party

- zariel arc begins(!) selene recruits astarion (and the gang!) to help defeat zariel. this is where they rebuild their relationship, whatever it was. they make house of hope their homebase

- before the final fight, astarion, desperate and pissed off that selene was not jumping on his advances, propositions (again 😩) to turn her. they get into this massive fight. selene tells him that the only way that they can make this work is to enter a (magical, hell-powered) contract, where he can’t compel her and in return she can’t leave or betray him. astarion, who was planning all along to turn selene into a vampire bride (where he actually can’t compel her) instead of a spawn, agrees to it since the contract was heavily in his favor. BOOM PRENUP. they both sign it. astarion turns her the very same night 💀 they’re basically married at this point

- they defeat zariel yay, slowly take over baldur’s gate while also getting a vacation home in waterdeep while also traveling the world yadda yadda. then they have a wedding despite already being married for years bc why not ✨

THE WEDDING

at this point selene is a very famous singer, and astarion close to becoming the shadow ruler of baldur’s gate. their wedding gets called the wedding of the century— think the royal wedding, imagine the masses crowding on the gates trying to see what’s going on inside 💀 they hold it during the daytime to squash all the rumors of them being vampires. their motif is white and gold, and is heavily influenced by elven culture. selene’s gown’s train is around 20 ft long. their cake is 3 minscs and 8 boos tall. the festivities lasted for DAYS. lots of hedonistic debauchery occurred ehehe

THE SONGS

so i chose songs that had wedding vibes but also toxic when you listen to the lyrics. chemtrails over the county club is about choosing to live in your own safe and comfortable bubble despite the ongoing horrors outside (cue in my snow globe symbolism for them). there’s also this line where it says “it’s never too late, baby, so don’t give up” which makes me feel that there’s still hope in the relationship becoming healthy… eventually 🤡 (i mean, they actually have forever between them). you belong to me is very fitting bc astarion can let her roam the world freely, but ultimately she can’t leave him. (this also aligns with one of the voicelines a!astarion has if tav leaves with karlach to avernus as a spawn— he tells them that he allowed them to go with karlach bc he’s not some “controlling monster”. he could summon tav back beside him if he wanted to.)

SPAWN ENDING

THE WEDDING

as for the spawn ending, at first they want to hold it with just the two of them but then word gets around, and now everyone was excited for the wedding! they didn’t expect so many people would want to congratulate and celebrate with them. imagine 7k+ people wanting to attend 💀💀💀

they hold the wedding reception in the underdark, but made their vows privately under the night sky 🥹😭 MOON AND STAR MOTIF LFG 😭😭😭

THE SONGS

just a quick one: there’s this line in your universe that says “you can thank your stars all you want but, i’ll always be the lucky one” which i think perfectly sums up how he views tav/selene. bc who in their right mind would help a vampire— a monster, let alone give them their blood? only tav/selene. (which also aligns with his voiceline saying “other people don’t have a heart like that. you’re… you. no one is like that.”) ANYWAY ENOUGH RAMBLING THANKS FOR READING 😘

[macsimagines]

I enjoyed the last headcanons a lot! Can I ask for some with Yandere Bonten!Mikey and Manila!Izana with a detective darling? Someone who decided to use them and get close once they shown interest in them for the sake of trying to bring their gang down?

(Thanks so much for the kind words! I hope you like this one too it was fun to write! please send in more asks anytime!)

ASK BOX IS OPEN

Bonten!Mikey

-Maaaaaaan this darling had better be the bravest darling in the world to try this tactic.

-What attracted Mikey to you first? Was of course your beauty. In the beginning the undercover job was just to retrieve some information as a cocktail waitress, but that quickly escalated when Mikey, the primary target, had taken a keen interest in you.

-Of course S/O tried to keep things sweet and simple, only humored him for the sake of the investigation, but you playing hard to get only furthered his interest

-Usually women threw themselves at him, and what was purely professionalism on your part he though of as you being a pure hearted person.

-Soon you were being pressured by your superiors, an despite your better judgment relented to Mikey's courting.

-At first you were caught off guard by how genuine he seemed. It was a complete 180 compared to what the case files had said about him and you returned his kindness as much as you could.

-Mikey was quickly falling in love until a little birdie (Kisaki Tetta my problematic fave) told him the truth about you.

-When he finds out he's sure he's going to kill you. He'll make you pay for playing with his heart, and make sure that you disappear without a trace.

-Until you actually beat him to the punch and confessed yourself. Another detective working on your case, Naoto Tachibani, had his own little birdie and warned you that your cover was blown.

-Instead of listening and going into hiding, you decided to give the Mikey you had been getting to know a chance to do the right thing, and told him the truth. You begged him to turn himself in, to be the man you knew he was and not the monster the world was making him out to be.

-And that's when Mikey decided you were it. The one good thing he was going to covet all for himself. He was prepared to ruin you forever and feed you to the wolves, but you weren't even begging for your life, you were begging for his. He couldn't kill you like he did so many others.

-Although, after he's done punishing you for your betrayal and training you to be his picture perfect bride, you're gonna wish he'd just decided to murder you...

Manila!Izana

-First of all, he was on to you the second he saw you. Say what you will about Izana, but he wasn't a fool when it came to the law. You were probably a newbie detective looking to prove yourself and he was ecstatic to get to break you in.

-He humors you, pretends to fall for your tricks, and just when you start to get a little comfortable he jumps on you.

-What he hadn't been expecting was for you to put up a good fight. He was shocked more so that you actually fought tooth and nail rather than your skill set.

-You got away and Izana wasn't really worried about it at first, he was sure he could track you down and have some real fun with you when he got you back, but then to his utter shock you actually came looking for him.

-That's when the obsession really starts. You confront him with no fear and pursue him relentlessly. You want him like no one in his life ever had before.

-You're obsessed with this case, but Izana is obsessed with you. He commits heinous crimes for his organization for your sake, constantly teases at leads and breakthroughs for your attention.

-Little do you know that each and every time you confront him was orchestrated by him. And this little flirting song and dance you have is making Izana feel so alive.

-But he's getting tired of this cat and mouse game. He thinks he's over courting you and decides to give you what you both want.

-He lets you think you've got upper hand one night, lets you put him in cuffs, listens to you read him his rights. Its his gift to you. The he reveals he was never really in any danger and the one in trouble was you all along.

-Soon you're the one in cuffs and he's finally capturing you. This whole time you'd been chasing after him when you should've been running for the hills...

-Now a new game starts and Izana can't wait to see how hard you struggle to leave him, not that you'll ever get the chance...

[gerec]

i’ve had a shitty week so i was just wondering if you could recommend your favorite fluffy cherik fics 😭 i don’t care what they’re about i just need fluff

I'm sorry you've had a rough week Anon and I'm happy to help. I don't really read straight fluff but these are my favorite Cherik fics to read when I want a pick me up and I hope you like them!

One Hundred One Night Stands. by Sophia_Bee

Charles has a rule. Never fuck the same guy twice. When he refuses to see Erik again after a one night stand, Erik goes about trying to get Charles to violate that rule using accents and disguises.

Erik Lehnsherr's Guide to Parenting by keire_ke

Alex disapproves of school car washes, despite the abundance of wet bikinis on pretty girls. Erik doesn’t approve of his son shirking money-making duties.

Humane Society by smilebackwards

Once Erik finally allows himself to decide that Charles is pretty much the best thing since sliced bread, he spends the next week being incredibly bitter that he's Charles' cat and not his boyfriend.

Protect, Serve, Troll by keire_ke

Erik's fire department has a special relationship with the local university. They visit often. Sometimes, there even is a fire.

Not So Much the Teacup by thehoyden

“Charles is basically the bride whisperer. It’s like he can read their minds.” (wedding planner AU)

645 Riverside Drive by smilebackwards

Azazel clearly has yet to understand the shattering power of Charles' disappointment, so Erik takes one for the team, grabbing the cup and downing the remnants of the cappuccino like a shot while Azazel watches with morbid fascination.

Good manners (will get you far) by ximeria

Charles had been looking forward to the performance at the Met for ages. Little did he know, things would not go according to plan.

Oysters and Champagne by listerinezero

Erik is the extremely talented, extremely scary chef at one of the top restaurants in New York, and Charles, the head waiter, is the only person with the balls to stand up to him. Their fights are the stuff of legend, and their argument over the Valentine's Day menu turns into one for the history books.

'tis a far far better thing doing stuff for other people by whichisgolden

The X-Men: First Class Clueless AU that you didn't know you always wanted. Charles is a spoiled Beverly Hills telepath, Erik is his pretentious ex-step-brother, Emma is his best friend because they both know what it feels like for people to be jealous of them, etc.

Other Life Challenges by professor

“Why am I here again?” Erik groans.

“I need you to lift things and glower at people over my shoulder when I tell people that it’s not ‘politically correct’ or a ‘war on Christmas’ to have a non-denominational winter holiday festival,” says Theresa Pryde.

Well, at least those are two things he’s good at.

Making perfect by aesc 

As is the case with most trials in Erik's life, this one starts with Charles gazing beseechingly at him and asking him for a favor. Not that their going-on-three years relationship is a trial, even though it started with Charles giving Erik the full benefit of sad blue eyes and asking him if he wouldn't mind opening his car door since he'd locked his keys inside, but still.

love like toy trucks crashing by midrashic

Charles Xavier may be young, but he knows what it means to love.

soul of my soul by ikeracity

You can imprint on your soulmate anywhere — school, work, on the street, in a restaurant, on the subway.

Charles and Erik imprint on each other just in time for the holidays.

[starstruckodysseys]

ages ago (literally only like seven months ago) i started a poe party role swap au and honestly i don’t know if ill ever finish it despite it having some banger lines so. here’s my (incredibly vague) outline. if you even care.

hg dies before the story even starts. he begins to haunt a house, a mansion, finding a space in the attic where he can focus on becoming slightly more corporeal and therefore work on his inventions. later, annabel stumbles upon this attic after she moves in, and despite being startled at first she begins to adjust to living alongside hg. they’re besties <3

eventually, annabel decides that the house has been remarkably empty, lately, and she invites a few of her friends - authors, most of them, but her childhood friend as well. hg has heard stories about this friend, but none of them can compare to him finally meeting lenore in person. the whole being incorporeal thing is very handy when it comes to nearly falling into your own soup.

the rest of the story goes very similarly. the murders begin. one by one, our guests are picked off, strangely befitting deaths, thematically. lenore begins to spend more time around hg - he’s a genius and he can’t be killed! he’s, like, the perfect guy! - and they eventually get to talking, and then to befriending. hg tells her his life and death stories, though they’re both terribly boring. lenore, in exchange, tells him about being a runaway bride, her vengeful ex, and something about food poisoning.

hg begins to experiment, using lenore as his hands because becoming corporeal would require too much energy, and he comes up with a way to surveil the house around them without having to leave the attic. they’d be safe. he leaves to set up his newfound cameras eventually.

he comes back. the attic is filled with smoke.

lenore dies in his arms. even in death, herbert george is still a terrible name. he drags her body downstairs only to run into the cops, makes up some unbelievable lie about poison and comas and allergies, and for some reason they take it at face value.

they call in mary shelley, later, the necromancer that brought him back to life, sort of. she’s able to help them reconnect with all of their lost friends, for a moment.

(well. almost all of their lost friends.)

annabel survives. edgar does not.

it turns out that anne brontë is not anne brontë but rather charlotte brontë disguised as her sister, hellbent on revenge for what annabel’s taken from her. or… something. hg isn’t quite sure. but she brings in reinforcements - eduardo “eddie” dantes and a man named guy de vere who sounds far too familiar-

hang on.

they end up outside, eventually, somehow. annabel drives charlotte to the edge of the river. it’s not very deep, but the rocks are slippery and perhaps a little too sharp, and when she slips she doesn’t come back up for a while. she doesn’t come back up at all, some might say.

with nowhere else to go, the fight ends quickly. unfortunately, this leaves hg and annabel in an empty house with more ghosts than before - in both the literal and metaphorical sense, though primarily the latter. they spend their days in a haze, unfocused and lonely, despite still having each other.

and then, one day, as hg is tinkering with his thousandth rendition of a time machine (he’s still holding out hope), the attic fills with smoke once more. he panics on instinct, but there’s no need.

when the smoke clears, lenore is standing in front of him, ghostly and yet beautiful nonetheless.

(and then they get edgar back too and they all live happily ever after etc etc.)

[echantedtoon]

Demon Bride Ch62 Fate Is Up To You

(WARNINGS: Douma, Karaku, and Enmu ARE their own warnings. Possibly some innuendos. Mentioning of death.

Hey everyone. I just wanted to thank everyone who read this far and liked my story enough to read it to it's end. I had a lot of fun writing it and it makes me happy knowing some people loved it enough to read it fully. If you liked this consider checking out my other works. Thanks to everyone for reading this, faving it, or leaving a nice comment. And thank you to Koyoharu Gotouge for creating such wonderful characters and giving me the opportunity to make this wonderful story.

This ending is left for interpretation for whatever the reader decides happens to Y/n, her suitors, and her family. Whatever you decide or who she ends up with is entirely up to you. This is also a semi epilogue for how all the demons and everyone are doing after everything.

If I update this anymore it will be to showcase fanart.)

Two months had passed since the day they arrived back. Autumn was already here and in full swing as well. Things were also finally back to normal. Douma returned to his full strength and back to running his cult. Akaza and Upper Moon Four were all back taking care of humans on the surface and helping Kaigaku to reinforce the guard on the border. The murders and prisoners were all taken cared of and Enmu eventually tracked down the case of the missing box of chocolates to a servant whom stole it for Y/n. She was given a harsh warning and made to pay for it. 

Which meant that for him there was last end to tie up completely and that meant just waiting for a certain someone to arrive right about-

SLAM!!!

"I can NOT believe you did that behind my back, Kibutsuji." The door was slammed open and he calmly stood there as an angry woman stomped in holding her child on her hip. A deep frown on her face as Susamaru and Yahaba boredly walked right behind them. "That poor girl must've been put through so much because of you!"

"Good Evening, Lady Rei...I do hope your trip...was enjoyable." He stood there calmly as she marched past. 

"Hi, Uncle Koku!," the little girl called out with a wave.

He nodded to her. "Princess...You look as lovely as ever."

Rei rounded around and pointed past him at a tired and disheveled man whom just walked in. "YOU ARE IN BIG TROUBLE, MUZAN!!  Until you apologize to that poor girl and change what you've done, you can just sleep in your lab again!! I can not believe you would mess with matters so personal after the first time we spoke about her!! Don't even think about trying to flatter me because it wont work!" Her soft brown eyes then glanced at Kokushibo. "Oh. Hello Kokushibo. I'm sorry but I'm not feeling up to talking right now."

"Daddy's in trouble again."

Despite his position Kokushibo chuckled at the child's words. "It would seem so."

"Please just have our luggage brought to our chambers. I have a lot of unpacking to do while a certain someone thinks about what he's done." With another scowl she then turned and stomped off with her child cutely waving goodbye at him over her shoulder and the two demons in tow.

He calmly watched them go before his half lidded eyes turned to the slightly disheveled and tired looking Master of all demons. "Welcome back, Lord Muzan....I take it your trip...was eventful?"

"She hasn't stopped yelling at me for the past three days," the tired red eyed demon drawled out much to his silent right hands amusement. "She found one of the reports Enmu sent me and everything spiraled from there." A hand reached up to rub his temples. "I do hope you have better news that what I've been hearing all day."

"I do." A few papers were held up to his face. "Foremost...Tamayo has been confirmed..deceased. You shall no longer..need to worry about her. All prisoners.... responsible for treason has already been executed....The Tsuzumi Mansion is fully repaired...and many of our human branches has started...circulating more money into the territories. ..The budget for many more resources...and projects will be better funded by it."

"Is that all?" He did look interested especially when he mentioned Tamayo but he seemed more concerned by his obviously angry wife.

"There's a few meetings...in your schedule for expanding the territory..to the north and a few other important matters. However....I thought it would be beneficial for you to note that...there has been a shift in the Kizuki's behavior." 

That made his master pause in his steps and stop. Before he slowly straightened up and slowly looked at him removing his hand from his temples.  "Is that so? A shift in behavior in what way?"

"Nothing I would consider...concerning... But ever since Y/n Tamayo's arrival..there has actually been a positive effect in their...behaviors." The papers were shifted in his hands as his eyes looked over have lidded. "Lower Moon Six's progress has... remained the same but he has published...many books that seem to be popular with her... encouragement... Kaigaku has become stronger protecting her..and has won against Enmu in a blood battle...for title of Lower Moon One. Kaigaku..has also become more focused...still full of himself but focused."

"I see...It seems I'll be rearranging the ranks of the lower moons to reflect his new victory soon then. Anything else to report?"

Kokushibo nodded. "Hairou hasn't changed but...has done his job effectively as...always. But the quadruplet brothers...of Upper Moon Four has learnt to...get along better."

He rose a brow. "Really? Them?"

"I realize your skepticism...but I assure you it's true... Sekido is less verbally threatening to them... Karaku has seemed to finally learn modesty... Aizetsu has become more outspoken...and Urogi has learnt patience to not...jump into things so quickly without thinking...As for their younger brother.." Half lidded eyes looked at the papers again. "He is progressing well in his...Studies...They were terrible before..but with encouragement has been steadily progressing...and seemed to learn his lessons on attitude.. adjustment..After his last two years of schooling...I believe he may be able to rejoin...His brothers in Upper Moon Four."

He hummed. "Is that all you have to report?"

"There's more...Daki and Gyutaro has.. slowly started weaning off their obsessive.. codependency habits and Gyutaro has been...eating more. His body is now at a... almost healthy weight and he has...taken better care now. Douma..has become more...responsive to emotions now."

"That fumbling idiot? Kokushibo, I thought you knew better than most not to take me for a fool."

He calmly held up a hand. "I assure you..I speak nothing but the truth... Douma has broken through whatever barrier...that blocked his mind from human emotions...and keeps asking when he'll be granted a marriage to Ms. Tamayo... Whether that is a concerning issue..I do not know as of yet. Enmu has not changed...as far as I can tell..but his medicine has become better thanks to...the adjustments he made to it after observing...it's positive effects on both Douma..and the child you wished to raise. That's worth... looking more into. Akaza has..also not changed much..but he seems more emotionally and mentally happy..That also seems to be having a positive impact on...his workload." The papers were held out for his Master to take. "The three children...also in her care are starting to...act more positively mentally and emotionally...Rui is advanced in his studying..and will be able to skip three grades next year... Muichiro has become more outspoken..and Yuichiro has been slowly becoming more positive..They will be able to skip two grades..next year and be just one..grade behind Rui...Their fighting skills are still slowly progressing however...the Rui boy's physical health has gotten...much better."

Muzan slowly took the papers from his hand. Slowly looking them over one by one before flipping to the next page and then just slowly looking back to Kokushibo."You are certain about all of this?"

"As certain as you are...strong. Her presence seems to have...had a more positive impact.. despite the rumors and gossip...others give about her attitude and antics..."

"I see." After a moment he looked from the papers at Kokushibo. "Then perhaps making her a permanent residence would be more useful to us. Upper Moon One, send word to both Kaigaku and Enmu to come to the Infinity Castle so I may rearrange their placement in the ranks. But first see to it that you send the girl an apology on my behalf. I need to go prepare for all these meetings and explain things to my wife."

Kokushibo bowed his head respectfully. "Both shall...be done."

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Books were being read. Papers were shuffled. And the scribbling of quills against paper was heard in the air as three boys shifted through them.

"Ugh! Math is so stupid!!," Yuichiro eventually shouted scowling at the paper.

"I know. I have to have the pervert explain it all to me...And I still hardly get it."

You chuckled at the two boys before looking back to your first letter. It was from Eri. She had officially left Kyogai's servitude and was currently living with her new husband near a lakeside town. She was starting out as a doctor's apprentice to learn more about human anatomy and medicine to become a doctor herself. Good for them both. You were happy for them. You then turned to your second envelope. It looked a bit heavier than the others. You grabbed it ifelt something inside. Curious, you cut the top with a sharp nail, turned it upside down, and shook it. Two things fell out. A note and a hair pin. You stared at the hair pin just... sitting there in your lap. The SAME hair pin you lost to that cat two months ago. Slowly you picked it up and stared at it.. before picking up the note and reading it.

'Chichumaru left this for us to find by the stairway. We thought you might've wanted it back. Sorry we couldn't deliver it in person. Hopefully we will meet again one day on better terms to talk if and when you want to.'

It had been nearly two months since that day and...Well you didn't know what to think. So many thoughts ran through your head. You are still angry at them both and rightfully so. They didn't even visit you in all the years you resided in your village and left you to be raised there...But at the same time you weren't sure if you could blame them. If you were living in secrecy from the moment you ran away and had a child, you would most definitely want to keep them safe. But..you weren't sure if you would've done it the same way they would've...You don't think you could ever separate yourself from your children. At least not forever.

"Mother." You turned to Rui who looked at you. "Are you alright? You look saddened."

You blinked. "Oh...Yes. I was just reading a few letters I got from some friends. You remember Eri don't you? She got married recently."

"Speaking of marriage, when are you going to be married?" Yuichiro looked up at you from a science book on moon phases. "You spent an awfully long time with Kokushibo Sensai. Does that mean you're going to marry him?"

"Hey! Don't forget about Father and Scary Dad!," Rui choked in and pointed at him. "I already vouched for them both!"

"Well what about Kaigaku?," Muichiro asked raising a brow, "Or Mr. Kyogai? Or the others? She hasn't made any choices yet...Wait." All the boys looked at you wide eyed. "Have you?"

You stared at them all for a moment before looking off. In truth..you actually had decided your choice about this entire thing. You thought about each individual person carefully. What they were like and how they could impact the boys. How they acted around you. What it was like if you just rejected them all . Or what would happen if you've chosen all of them. One of them. Or any combination of number of them specifically. What would happen if you just left. The pros and cons to EVERY. SINGKE. SCENARIO. You could think of. You had two months to think about everything. And at the end...you believed you did make a choice. You looked back to the boys. They deserved to know first since it would impact them too. You nodded.

"I have."

They look at one another in surprise and excitement. "Well what do you have to say?"

"I've decided-"

[tact-and-impulse]

Three Strands Part I

@shinkaneweek, thank you for the prompts! This is kind of inspired by a dream I had a long time ago, plus I don't think I've ever done this trope. Mild allusions to Psycho Pass: Providence, but nothing too spoilery, at least in this installment! On FF.net and AO3

A cord of three strands is not easily broken. - Ecclesiastes 4:12

part 1: perspective

To be fair, he had asked for this.

The hotel’s upscale interior reflected the owner’s taste for finery. Ornate chandeliers, polished mahogany tables, delicate porcelain dishes. Begrudgingly, Kougami had to admit the coffee was good. Next to him, Akane had finished her own cup. He was used to her Holo disguise now, her lighter and longer hair, though he still had to move carefully, to adjust for the slimmer physique of his own.

Across from them, the planner opened a book of color swatches, already blurring into a gradient. “Now, I will say that most women want to be a June bride, but do you have a preference?”

“Autumn is fine.” Akane said. “I have no issue with waiting.”

“And you, sir?”

Kougami tried not to jolt. “Sooner rather than later.”

“Eager, aren’t we? I’ll put you for October then. How lovely! A wedding among the maple trees.” Then, the conversation veered towards budget and packages, leaving Kougami to reflect on how exactly this situation had unfolded.

***

To him, the mission was clear; the hotel had to be investigated. On the surface, Yume appeared to be a quaintly run business, but it had once been run by a criminal now in custody and the building had changed hands quickly. Too quickly. The new proprietress was Yanase Juria, a confident woman who appeared younger than her forty years. And despite her glamorous image in surveillance footage, reports of illegal immigrant labor were deftly buried in her file. And under her direction, the newly branded logo was a three-tailed fox.

So, Foreign Affairs had to be involved, and they met with Public Safety to negotiate jurisdiction. Unit One was already in the meeting room, Akane the newest addition. It might have been a pleasant afternoon, except for the arrival of the new chief. The man was deft and calculating, steering the discussion in Public Safety’s favor.

“And on that matter, we need to decide who will be going undercover.” Homura smoothly said. “Since this is a collaboration between our departments, it would only be appropriate to have a representative from each. Statutory Enforcer Tsunemori will be ours.”

Hanashiro nodded. “Of course. As for our end-”

Time slowed. There were a number of Foreign Affairs employees, experienced with undercover jobs. He didn’t know whose name Hanashiro was going to say, who she was going to pair with Akane. But he interrupted anyway.

“I’ll do it.”

All heads had swiveled towards him, a mural of shock and surprise. It was obvious what they were thinking: really? He could have been blistered by Gino’s appalled aura, radiating from the next chair over, and Sugo’s discomfort was marked by a cough. In his peripheral vision, Homura was like a statue.

Shimotsuki could no longer suppress herself. “Haven’t you already created enough trouble for her? And have you ever worked undercover before?”

“Someone wise told me to expand my expertise. Why not this opportunity?” And that was true. Also, he didn’t trust anyone else with her safety.

Then, Akane spoke up, her gaze warm. “I don’t mind. I’d be happy to work with you again, Kougami-san.”

“Likewise.” He muttered and promptly forgot the rest of the meeting. Foreign Affairs would reconvene at headquarters, and he was bound to get an earful but he didn’t care.

Afterwards, he found her by a vending machine, grabbing a bottle of flavored water. He punched the buttons for his own drink. “I guess we’ll have to call often, make our cover.”

“Well, it helps that we know each other.” She wryly pointed out. “The best ones have a core of truth.”

“So…what are we?” Damn, that came out wrong.

Akane raised her eyebrows. “What would you like us to be?”

An answer came to mind, but he suppressed the thought. “We’ll have to fit in with the clientele, while keeping our story believable. A business trip may not buy us enough time.”

She opened her wrist device, searching through photos of the hotel. “They host a number of events. Graduations, retirement parties, weddings…”

As casually as he could muster, he said. “A wedding would give us an excuse, even reserve rooms.”

She looked at him, her lips curving upwards in agreement. “Yes, it would.”

“If we’re engaged, you’ll need a ring.”

“Oh.” She glanced down, extending her left fingers. “Right. I didn’t think about that.”

He took her hand, turning it over in his own. “Let’s find you something suitable.”

Her skin was soft, her pulse a quick rhythm. “I can always borrow from Shion-”

“No. It should be yours.” Before he could stop himself, his thumb ran over that space. A ruby for her name, set in a thin band…

The sound of approaching footsteps brought reality back, and they pulled away from each other.

“We can talk more later.” Her cheeks were pink.

“Sure. I’ll call you tonight.” And he walked off, scratching the back of his head, where it felt intensely warm. Posing as a couple getting married…wherever he was, Saiga-sensei was surely cackling.

***

They toured the reception halls first, while the planner dug for details about their backgrounds. Kougami gave brief responses about their jobs – he was freelance, she was in the Ministry of Health. They’d met at work. The planner wasn’t satisfied, asking how long they’d been together.

Akane easily replied. “Eight years. But we’ve been on and off until recently.”

He flashed a sharp look at that, but she ducked her head. Still, her hand entwined with his, and he immediately noticed the cool silver of her fake engagement ring. It really did look nice, better than he expected, and he squeezed tight.

“And now, I’m not letting her go.” He sensed her eyes now, but he refused to give in.

They walked on, and the flashy taste extended to each offering; they made noncommittal comments, it didn’t matter anyway. However, the planner seemed to sense their lack of enthusiasm, beckoning them to a Japanese style garden.

It was actually outdoors; the rocks and shrubs were real to the touch. Smooth ceramic tiles outlined a path over the gravel, to a rectangular patio framed by elegant maple and pine trees. A fountain burbled, trickling water through three stony pools. This side faced the mountains, and at dusk, the sun would burn in the distance. There was no pretense here.

“It’s beautiful.” Akane breathed, and she stepped towards the middle of the walkway. She gave a whirl, her skirt aloft for an instant, and asked. “Don’t you agree?”

He stared at her smile, and his traitorous imagination clothed her in a white kimono, a white gown, a veil unable to hide a radiant expression just for him. “Yeah. Beautiful.” And it didn’t feel like lying at all.

[alzelao3]

What other aus will you work on once the vampire Koby is over? I’d love to see more of your work honestly I love how you write him!!

Sorry for the late answer!! I was busy with both homework and helping my dad do electrical repairs I didn't understand. I also got my AC fixed, so it was a very productive three days, at least!

Onto the question: there are probably going to be more Koby works, especially once I watch the live action. I don't think they'll ever be as large-scale, but I'm sure I'll make them super long anyway. Mishanks is also one of my favs though, so you'll see more of those too as well.

As for the AUs--I've been rolling some around in my brain, and so far I have 3 (mostly) fleshed out:

-Medieval. Technically I'm already working on it, but the gist is basically that Luffy is a prince and Koby is a blacksmith: On a whim, Luffy asks Koby to make his "royal amulet" which are used in coronations and promotions as a sort of gift separate from the crown (and are never taken off, if the royal decides to wear it), and over the year they interact while the amulet progresses, they fall in love with one another. I won't do the whole year: But it'll be 13 chapters, each a moment within the year that "encapsulates" or represents the entire month, with the last chapter being the actual confession.

-Soul reaper AU where Koby is the reaper for Nika (kind of not luffy but I'll explain that) and kills whoever poses a threat to his god, or whoever his god wants dead (which never happens). Eventually, Nika is sentenced for falling in love with a soul reaper, and is put through a trial which lasts 100 years. Koby doesn't know this, believing his god is dead, and is forced into a new role: Killing sinners without instruction, and he must kill 10,000 of them by the end of the 100 years. He is told this will "absolve him of his own sin". Idk how I want it to end yet, to be honest. Let me know!

-Undead AU: Ok so. Listen to me. LISTEN TO ME. Corpse bride au but Luffy is a ghost and Koby falls in love with him despite his human bride and then he dies so they can be together.... ough.

And then I have crossovers:

-Detroit become human

-Spiderman

-Omori (Koby won't be the MC this time, but he'll be relevant)

-Pokemon

uhhh that's pretty much it. Thanks for the ask!

[bangfantanfic]

Bring The Fire: 1

Warnings: mentions of murder, blood, yandere behaviour. if I missed anything please let me know.

Genres: yandere, romance, Royal!Au, Isekai

Seven men lined up before the emperor, all dressed in materials worth more than the life of most others in the room. They were attractive, standing out like a sore thumb. Despite the sheen of sweat coating their faces and their messy hair, they still were stunning. They had all spent their early morning training, only taking a break after they were all called to meet their father. 

The princes tended to avoid their father, they found him to be too cocky, he clearly believed himself to be a God among humans-- even if he hadn’t been born into royalty. Their father, Emperor Munpyo, had been born a poor farmer on the outskirts of their nation, he always believed himself be destined for a better life. It didn't happen quick enough, so he took his fate into his own hands.

“I was just like you all when I was younger,” The emperor hummed fondly. “Running amok, terrorising my neighbours.” A wisp of a smile ghosting his lips at old memories. His fond remembrance didn't last long before his features hardened once more, his gaze running along the line of his sons. “But you are sons of the Emperor, we have the public's eyes on us-- especially on the seven of you!” His voice boomed, making his sons wince. 

“I cannot afford to lose all my hard work,” He sneered. “You are all replaceable, remember this.” 

The princes scowled, nodding limply as they bowed their heads in apology. Usually the Emperor didn’t care to involve himself in his sons affairs, he let them do as they pleased, just as he would. After his wife's favourite Lady-in-waiting was found dead, and now his favourite butler, he had decided to step in. Honestly, he didn’t care too much about the glorified maid, she irked him anyway. But his butler? That's where he drew the line. He didn't like his things ruined.

His sons had been out of control for sometime now. By the time each of them hit their teen years a sudden wave of sadistic energy took over. Not to say they were angelic children, they had always been awful. They just seemed to be getting worse as the days went on. And sure, maybe the Emperor should have stepped in, tried to set them straight, but he was just far too busy, and besides, that was why he hired the nannies. It wasn’t his job. He blamed those old hags for how his boys turned out. 

“I have decided, I will find you all brides. I want you all married by the end of this year,” he informed his sons. “It settled me, I’m sure it’ll do the same for you all.” He finished confidently. 

“Father, this is so drastic--” 

“My decision is final, Namjoon. A ball will be held at the end of the week for you all to be introduced to possible suitors.” 

After the meeting with their father, most of the princes retreated to their rooms. The youngest three had decided to go back to training. Jeongguk was hoping to be involved in any possible wars, maybe even lead his own battalion if he could prove himself. But for now, he settled on practice. Practicing until his limbs were numb and limp. Until he was better than his brothers combined.

“Hyung isn’t happy about the death of that old guy.” Jeongguk warned his older brothers, one eye shut while the other squinted. His arm drawn back, trying to perfect his aim.

Archery wasn’t his personal favourite, but his father insisted on all his sons being well-rounded. He had heard Namjoon’s booming voice that morning, asking where everyone was, so Jeongguk had taken that as his que to leave before being interrogated. His plan had worked then, but then their father had called a meeting. He was sure that Namjoon knew where to find them, he had just hoped he would be too angry to bother. Yet now he could see the middle son storming through the yard, rage etched into his face. 

“Idiots, all three of you!” Namjoon hissed, pointing at the three younger men. “It’s your fault!” 

“We were just having fun, it’s not our fault he died.” Jimin shrugged, the sound of metal on metal ringing throughout the training yard. 

“Besides, he was a thief. Father would have done the exact same thing.” Taehyung added, his eyes narrowing as Jimin’s blade narrowly missed his face.

“Watch out idiot, you almost damaged my beauty!” The taller of the two hissed, swinging the thin sword at Jimin’s face. The shorter man narrowly dodged his brother's swing. 

“Oh please, it was damaged the day you were born!” He taunted making the other snarl. “Now focus before I do some real damage.” 

Namjoon groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. How his brothers were so unbothered by their fathers decision was beyond him. He personally had no intentions of marrying, as long as he had women around he had no need to settle. Besides, the man they had killed wasn't just a butler, but their fathers trusted messenger.

“That was fathers favourite butler, you couldn’t have, oh I don’t know, amputated another fucking person, someone he wouldn’t have noticed?” He groaned, wanting nothing more than to rip the swords out of their hands and start swinging at the fools. 

Jeongguk rolled at the bickering, stomping over to the target. He tugged out the arrows, turning on his heel to watch his older brothers practice their ‘technique’. They were all gifted swordsmen, but the two often fooled around more than they actually trained and now had to be supervised by the youngest of the seven. Which, in Jeongguk’s opinion was ridiculous, he was constantly reminded that he had no authority over anyone-- or well, at least not his brothers. Nobody listened to him. 

“I didn’t even do anything.” Jeongguk huffed in defence, arms crossing over his chest. He was sick of being blamed for his brothers mistakes. 

Namjoon shot him a glare, making the younger shrink back. If there was one brother Jeongguk was truly afraid of, it was him. Namjoon was too smart for his own good, it seemed like he knew everything about anything, except how to control his moods.

“Don’t be a kiss-ass Gukkie.” Taehyung scoffed, his eyes still glued to Jimin who seemed to be trying to decapitate the him. 

Hanging up his equipment Jeongguk adjusted the material around his forehead before announcing he was leaving, but Namjoon too busy yelling at the two to listen to him, and the two were too engrossed in trying to cut each other apart they didn’t hear, or more likely, didn't care. He knew by the time it came to dinner the two would be bloody and bruised. 

//present day// 

Exhausted was an understatement. You wanted sleep, you needed food, and you needed your home. But home for you was the backseat of your shitty car.

You were almost a month behind on your phone bills, your employer was a dodgy old woman who was happy to take her sweet time to pay you, often guilting you to put off giving you a cheque. You couldn’t even afford a room at a residence, you hadn’t been paid in a month, and your savings had been bled dry. You were completely broke, and alone. 

How pathetic. 

You had spent your days looking for work, applying for every place you passed by. And as night pulled in and your hunger had reached a new level of painful, you finally felt defeated for the day. 

This city had won, it had chewed you up and spat you out.

You had moped back to your car, having scored yourself expired food that a convenience store was about to toss into the trash. They had clearly pitied you, agreeing to give you the packaged food, they didn’t even charge you for it. You had almost skipped to your car before realising the food was far more expired than you had anticipated-- but food was food at this point. 

You had driven out of the city, back to the small camping ground you had set up as home. You were thankful that it was empty-- nobody was camping this time of year, winter wasn’t exactly prime camping time, even if you were camping in your car. The emptiness saved you the embarrassment. A jobless, homeless dropout. 

What would your mother say if she saw you now?

You inhaled your dinner, ignoring the off taste, chasing it down with water. You had parked yourself close to the public bathrooms saving yourself a hike there and back. Grabbing your change of clothes and towel, keeping your feet covered with your slippers, you weren’t going to risk foot fungus, but at this point luck was clearly not on your side. 

After a barely heated shower, you stood in your warmest PJ’s, eyes narrowed in on your reflection as you abused your poor gums. You had an awful habit of brushing your teeth too aggressively, you didn't feel clean otherwise.

Perhaps, for once, your mother had been right. You remember her always being in your ear as a child. Telling you to marry young, find a rich man-- a doctor, or maybe a lawyer! A CEO would be the best choice, she would always mumble. You’d live easy, no worries. He would provide you with every comfort you needed, and you could take care of her too. You had always promised her you would take the best care of her. She would laugh, and with heavy sarcasm agree, “of course you will honey.” 

You got older. You wanted to fend for yourself, you didn’t need, nor want, a husband to wait on. You wanted to earn your own money, become a doctor and look after your family by yourself-- not because of some man. You could achieve anything a man could, why was your mother so insistent on you relying on them?

Maybe she knew you were going to fail. You failed your first semester, had a mental breakdown and dropped out. You regretted it, you wished you had kept trying, and now you were stuck looking for jobs you’d hate because you couldn’t be picky, and hating every waking moment of it.

You sighed, spitting into the sink before rinsing. “I hate when that woman is right.” 

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A/N: it’s not as long as I would have liked it to be, but it’s just a quick beginning so we can get into the drama! Tags are open. Feedback is appreciated greatly 💕 thank you for reading