#i went looking for wedding/marriage myths

[gojorgeous]

"creature of myth."

pairing: vampire!gojo x fem!human!reader summary: when you receive an offer of marriage from a mysterious wealthy lord, it’s too good a deal for your family to turn down. but nothing could be so perfect... right? content: MDNI (18+  ONLY), dark content, nsfw, gets dubcon/noncon in some spots, yandere behavior from gojo, implied death/k*lling of a character (not reader or gojo), arranged marriage, victorian au, plot that ends with porn lmao, spooky dooky vibes, blood, blood sucking/eating, praise, biting, unprotected sex, creampie, virgin!reader, discussion of virginity, cherry popping, pain, pet names (princess/love), reader is highkey clueless about sex, discussion of masturbation, ideas of masturbation as “sinful”, very minor religious themes, fated “mates”, gojo is highkey insane, coercion and manipulation, like SO much neck kissing, ooc gojo??? (had to alter his character to match a victorian vampire lord LMAO). a/n: PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS. THERE IS DARK CONTENT AHEAD. is this a gojo fic or a twilight fic?? Going back to my roots fr fr. straight down to the “SAY IT, SAY IT”. this fic is also way too long my apologies bbs. i hope you like a hefty side of plot with your porn. parts of this fic feel way too cheesy to me but sometimes i eat that up, yk?? this fic was inspired by this amazing work by @rice5x ! and, finally, thank you all for the support on my most recent fics. i'm just getting back into being active on this blog and it's been amazing reading each and every comment/reblog/ask. they genuinely fill me with so much joy. keep them coming hehe. anyway, i hope you enjoy and remember, ALL AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED. credits: dividers by @cafekitsune. banner art by @ndsoda on twitter. wc: 11.6k (sowwy)

You remember perfectly the way your mother’s jaw dropped when Satoru Gojo proposed to you. You’d never seen the man, and you still hadn’t. He’d asked to marry you via messenger, a simple letter delivered by hand with a list of all the things he’d be willing to pay for your hand. Offers of money, land, protection, connection- anything so long as he got you. You’d thought it was a joke. Your father nearly took a shovel to the head of the poor messenger, thinking the letter was some kind of cruel prank, some sort of targeted disrespect. You’d only started to believe when you really looked- saw the Gojo crest embroidered on the man’s suit, the fine leather of his boots. If it was a prank, somebody had spent a great deal of money and effort to pull it off. 

You’d asked for proof nonetheless, and you’d gotten it. Documents signed and sealed with a well-known waxen crest, gifts that could only have been purchased by a wealthy lord. The one thing you never got was the lord himself. He refused to see you, to come down from his mysterious castle on the hill. It didn’t surprise you. He rarely deemed town worthy of his presence. He had a reputation as a recluse, as a man who only ever liked to see and never be seen. What little glimpses people got of him were usually through the dark window of his carriage. Still, his appearance preceded him. White hair, light eyes… “haunting” said those who had the luck to see him. Those who went to work for the lord tended to return… changed— if they returned at all. 

You accepted, of course. How could you not? You were a peasant family with no status or wealth to your name. The promises Lord Gojo had made would make your parents into aristocrats all on their own. But that left you wondering… why did he want you? You offered him no benefit. If anything, you sullied his bloodline. The question scratched at the back of your mind. It came to you while you ate breakfast, while you washed your clothes, while you weeded in the garden. Some part of you told you that you needed the answer before you ever stepped foot in that castle. You needed that answer, but you’d never get it. 

Your wedding wasn’t even a wedding- just a piece of paper that had already been signed and witnessed, once again delivered by a familiar messenger. You signed at your dining room table and… that was that. You were married. 

Later that night the carriages arrive. Men flood your home, all dressed in blue velvet, the Gojo crest embroidered on their chests. They seem puzzled when you tell them you’ve packed all your belongings into a measly three bags. 

You say a quick goodbye to your parents, drawing them into stiff embraces. You love them, and they love you, but you can’t bear to see their faces as they send you away to a man who couldn’t even show his face for your wedding. 

The carriage ride is somehow longer than you’d thought it would be- apparently, the castle’s size makes it seem deceptively close. The trip is rocky and twisty and altogether unpleasant as you steadily make your way toward the castle gates. By the time you reach them you think you’ve probably dozed in and out of consciousness at least half a dozen times. 

The castle is even more intimidating up close. Spires that swirl into the clouds, sculptures that stare, doors that look more suited to being locked than opened. It’s… terrifying. 

When you finally roll to a stop, you move for the door. When you swing it open you get your fair share of strange looks from your attendants and remember that you should have waited for the footman. Your face heats as you climb out anyway, unwilling to subject yourself to the further humiliation of waiting for assistance. 

Your feet hit gravel and all you can do is stare- up, up, up, to where the castle’s peaks disappear into the fog. When your eye flashes to a window on the east side of the manor you think you see a swaying curtain. You tuck your arms around yourself and shiver, but it’s not from the cold. 

You nearly stumble over your feet on your first step inside. The entrance hall is larger than your former house, with ceilings that stretch so high you can hardly make out the figures on the frescoes that adorn it. Silver and blue drape everywhere, the Gojo family colors. You swallow when you see a chair that is most definitely worth more than your family’s annual income. 

The floors are marble and when your worn heels clack against it, you only feel reminded that you don’t belong here. That question pricks in your mind again as you pass portraits of every Gojo heir to have lived in the last three hundred years. Why me? Why me? Why me? 

Your footman deposits you in your room, a place more lavish than you’ve ever seen. You have a four poster bed with a canopy of blue velvet, a window that overlooks a sprawling estate, and more square footage than you’ve ever dreamed of. 

“Pull this if you need any sort of assistance, ma’am.” 

You turn to see your footman referencing a silver cord at your bedside. You assume it’s one of those contraptions that rings a bell in the servants’ quarters. You try to hide your amazement- you’ve never seen one in real life before. 

You clear your throat and give your most ladylike nod. “Thank you, um-” you pause, your brow furrowing. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I asked your name.” 

Your footman appears stunned to silence, like he’d never expected you to care about his existence, much less his name. He recovers quickly, though, and forces a small smile. “Thomas, ma’am.”

You smile and it’s genuine. “Thank you, Thomas.”He bows and makes a beeline for the door, but you have one more question. “Oh, um, Thomas-” He freezes, turning slowly on his heel to face you. 

“Yes, my lady?” 

You cringe at the title. The sound of it creeps across your skin, foreign and… wrong. Why me? Why me? Why me?

You clear your throat again. “Do you know, um, well-” You shift, trying to word your question properly. “Do you know when I might see the Lord?” 

There is a pause, a moment of tension and silence, and then an answer. “No, my lady.”

Thomas does not stick around for more questioning. The door clicks shut behind him and then you're left with only the sound of retreating footsteps. 

You’re stunned to say the least, mouth still halfway open, more questions on the tip of your tongue. Should you seek him out? Was that proper? Would he come to you? Would he meet you for dinner, perhaps? Surely he would come to your room tonight to… consummate. Would that be the first time you lay eyes on him? When he’s over you? 

You sigh. There’s nothing much to be done about it now. You find your way to the bed and sit down hesitantly. It feels like a crime to rumple such primped and polished cotton. You do it anyway- it’s going to happen sometime, right? You fall back against the mattress and don’t fail to notice how utterly comfortable it is. The silvery patterns on your canopy swirl and bend together. You’re tired. You didn’t sleep much last night, anxious for the morning… and it’s only mid-afternoon now. You had time for a nap, right? Your eyes are closing before you can convince yourself it’s a bad idea and then you’re swept away into a world of warm darkness. 

You wake with a start. Your first thought is that it’s dark now. Your room is pitch black except for the stream of moonlight passing through your stupidly large window. Your mouth feels dry and your skin is cold, like you’ve just woken from a nightmare. If you have, you don’t remember it. Perhaps that’s a blessing. 

You sit up, combing a finger through your hair and laughing pitifully when you realize that you left your shoes on as you slept. You hope Thomas didn’t walk in to find you in yet another unladylike position. A glance at the foot of the bed reveals he might have. Your bags have arrived- all three of them. You eye them with a combination of longing and contempt. They don't match this place. They’re worn and used- everything here is shiny and new. Still, they’re all you have, and all you have left of your life before. All you have left of home. 

You stretch your arms above your head, nearly groaning at the burn in your muscles. The carriage ride did your body no favors and you suspect you’ll be sore for many days to come. 

You rise, no longer content to lie in bed. You’ve had your rest and, from the state of darkness outside, you suspect your new husband might be joining you soon. The thought twists a certain tightness into your gut, but you push it aside. If that was the price you paid for all he gave your family… then you’d pay it gladly. 

You start with candles, finding a box of matches at your bedside. You light every candelabra you can find. The room, the castle, seems so perpetually… black- like it soaks up every ray of light it touches. Even when you’ve finished it doesn’t feel like enough. You make a note to ask Thomas for more in the morning. 

You find a meal, carefully prepared and preserved, on a table near your dresser. Judging by the fact that it’s still warm, you conclude that it can’t be much past mid-evening. You originally intend to pick at the food as you unpack, but one bite has your mouth watering. It is the most delicious thing to ever touch your lips, complete with dessert waiting on the side. You clean your plate before moving onto your bags. 

You lay your clothes out on the bed. A few dresses, riding pants, undergarments, an assortment of ribbons and bows. At one time these items had been the finest things you owned- now you owned a castle. 

You find an armoire that looks like a master sculptor carved its edges and grab a dress, intending to hang it. Instead, your dress hits the floor when you part the doors to find the hangers already full. Your lips part. Luxury dresses of silk and satin line the rack, fading into some that appear more casual outfits of cotton and linen. You stretch a hand out, curious and utterly… amazed. To think your new husband had gone to all the effort… Your hand brushes purple silk and- 

“Do you like them?” 

You screech, jumping to face the voice at your back. It takes a moment for your eyes to find him, leaning casually against one post of your bed. Your breath is stolen for a second time. Snow white hair, piercingly blue eyes, pale soft skin… you know who he is even without looking at his dress, at the air of authority he claims. He’s your husband… and he is the most devastatingly beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. 

He laughs, then, and it’s a warmer sound than you’d thought it would be- rich and full. A sound that seeps into your bones and settles in your soul. 

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, but the twinkle in his eyes makes you think that perhaps that’s a lie. 

Your heart pounds and your eyes flash to the door. It’s shut. You didn’t hear it open, nor did you hear it close behind him. You also didn’t hear footsteps, didn’t hear breaths, didn’t hear him. 

He follows your gaze and laughs again, though it sounds a bit… strained? 

“I have a habit of being unintentionally lightfooted. I apologize.” 

Your heart is still pounding but you find it in yourself to have some decorum. You snap your jaw shut and bow your head slightly in respect. “You must be Lord Gojo. Forgive me for my insolence.” 

There’s a beat, and then footsteps– ones you actually hear this time. You clench your jaw when he stops before you and then nearly gasp when he takes your hand and brings it to his lips. 

“Satoru, please,” he winks and you think you might stop breathing. “I am your husband after all.” 

You force yourself to nod, to swallow, to act normal. But how can you in the presence of a man that looks like… that? There’s something too unreal about him, too perfect. It’s almost… unsettling. 

“Of course… Satoru.” 

He straightens and shows you a close-lipped smile that digs a dimple into his left cheek. You have to look away to avoid stumbling over your own feet. 

“So, do you like them?” Your brows furrow- “The dresses,” he clarifies. 

“O-oh.” Your features relax into an easy smile. You turn back to your armoire, running a hand along another gown. You don’t think you’ve ever touched something so… finely made. “I like them very much. I don’t know how to thank you.” 

There’s a little chuckle as you turn to face him again and you have to steel yourself before you meet his eyes. He’s mesmerizing, too mesmerizing. You think you could probably lose yourself in those eyes forever… 

“No need to thank me. If they don’t fit, we’ll call for the seamstress in the morning.” 

You nod softly, still lost to the situation. There’s a beat of silence in which your husband does nothing but… look at you. His eyes roam freely and the hair on your arms stands under his gaze. He traces the lines of your nose and jaw and lingers on your pulse. Can he see just how fast your heart is pounding?

“Did you… get dinner?” It’s a stupid question, you know, but you don’t think you can bear another second of that look he’s giving you. “I fell asleep and found a plate. I hope I didn’t prevent a proper meal…” You trail off. Perhaps you shouldn’t have pointed out your own shortcoming? 

He gives you another smile and you swear he inches just a little closer. “You did no such thing. I’m… perfectly satisfied.” 

You nod, glad that he doesn’t seem upset at the very least. Your lips press together, unsure of what to do or say. You’ve never had a husband before. Wasn’t he supposed to just sort of… put you on the bed and… do it?

Your eyes flit to said bed and your husband must see because he hurries to continue. 

“Well, I’ll see you in the morning then, hm?” His eyes flit to your armoire and back again. “Wear the blue dress with the lace to breakfast, yeah? Been dying to see it on you.” He chuckles like he’s just told some sort of amusing joke.

Your brows furrow. That was… not the topic you’d been expecting. “You’re not…” You feel your cheeks heat and tighten your jaw. “Not staying the night?” 

His lashes lower a fraction and those eyes pierce you again. You don’t think you could move even if you wanted to, even with him prowling closer, each step eating up the space between you. He doesn’t stop until you’re nose to nose and you can feel his breath fanning over your cheeks. It’s cold somehow, chilling, and you shiver. He smirks. 

“Not tonight.” 

His head dips and for a moment you think he’s going to kiss you, but then he’s bypassing your mouth altogether and- his lips connect to your pulse. His mouth is cool, just like his breath, and you shiver uncontrollably under his touch. 

His touch is just a fleeting moment, just a wrinkle in time, and then he’s gone. His footsteps are quiet brushes on the hardwood and the creak of the door even seems tamed in his presence. 

“Goodnight,” is all he says, and then he’s gone. 

You climb into your bed an hour later wondering what in the world just happened. 

~  

You do wear the blue dress to breakfast and you can only gape in the mirror when you realize that it fits perfectly. It has you second-guessing yourself. Had you sent your measurements in advance and forgotten about it? No, you’d only sent a handful of pieces of information to the Lord prior to your marriage and you remembered all of them very clearly. Everything had gone through a messenger, everything had been clear and direct– you would have remembered sending your measurements– you didn’t. So had he just… guessed? 

That seemed impossible with how everything fit you like a glove, but it was the only explanation you had. The only one that made sense. 

When you join Satoru for breakfast it’s in a sitting room as lavishly decorated as the rest of the castle, but perhaps organized to be a bit more… liveable. He has no plate in front of him, only a tin cup that hides the contents of whatever he’s drinking. You assume coffee or juice. Perhaps he’s just not a breakfast person. 

“It fits!” he says. His hands clasp together in front of him and he smiles again, dimples and all. 

You nod and fight the heat that bubbles beneath your cheeks as you take your seat. “Yes, perfectly.”

A plate is set before you and a glance up reveals it’s Thomas serving your breakfast. You smile, hoping for some acknowledgement from him, for a small piece of comfort. Instead, you get his averted gaze and quick retreat. Your brows furrow, but before you can say anything, Satoru is back to speaking. 

“I hope Thomas treated you well yesterday?” 

You glance up, but Satoru’s eyes aren’t on you, they’re on your footman. His smile is bright, but it’s anything but friendly. You fight a shiver. 

You glance at Thomas. He’s perfectly still, perfectly straight, but you think you see a muscle clench in his jaw. You clear your throat. “Y-Yes. Thomas was very helpful.” When Satoru keeps staring the boy down you add, “-and very respectful.” 

That seems to satisfy. Satoru breaks his stare and some of the tension in the air instantly eases. He shoots you another dimpled smile, this one with a little more warmth. “Perfect.” 

There’s a beat and then he’s standing, draining whatever he has in his cup and then straightening his jacket. “Well, I have some work to do. I’ll see you for dinner?” He’s grinning again, like it’s so normal for a man to abandon his bride on their wedding night and then again the morning after. All you can do is nod. He chuckles. “See you then, princess.” And then he’s gone.

~

If this is to be your life you don't know how you will survive it. You spend the day milling about. Through the gardens, through the castle, through the stables. Thomas is never far behind, but any attempt at conversation is nipped in the bud by hit shortness. It’s like he fears coming too close. He’s never closer than a couple paces except when he has to bring you something, only to retreat again as soon as possible. The other servants barely pay you any mind apart from giving you a respectful greeting and then immediately averting their eyes. There is no work to be done, no guests to be had, no parties to plan… and no Satoru. You don’t see your husband once on tour around the grounds. You ask Thomas where his office is only for him to vaguely point out a window in the east tower. You don’t see so much as a ripple in the curtains. 

Dinner comes around at the pace of a snail. When it’s finally time to get dressed a lady’s maid whose name you don’t even catch arrives to help you lace your dress. As soon as your corset is deemed tight enough she’s back out the door with a curtsy. Thomas leads you to the dining room and your eyes roam the whole way. Even after having spent the whole day exploring, there are halls and corridors that you’ve yet to step foot in. 

The dining room is just as gorgeous as the rest of the place– filled with singular items that could feed entire families for years. Somehow, you think you’ve already grown accustomed to such things, since the only thing you truly care to look at is your husband. Satoru’s already seated, but he stands when you enter, looping around the table to pull a chair out for you. 

You give him your most genuine smile, accepting a kiss to your knuckles in greeting before you settle. “How was your day?” you ask as he takes his seat again. 

He chuckles. “Perfectly fine. And how was yours, princess?” Your nose crinkles. That’s the second time he’s called you that. Something about it feels wrong. You’re still getting used to being a lady. Princess feels even worse. 

“It was… good.”

You watch a perfect white brow arch in the candlelight. “Oh? Just good?” You don’t miss the way his eyes flicker to the corner– to Thomas. 

You hurry to elaborate. “Well, I just– I can’t help but feel as if there’s not much… use for me.” Servants flood in, some carrying wine, others carrying trays that hold more food than the both of you could ever possibly consume. 

That brow arches impossibly higher. “Use?” His lips crack into that smile again, but it’s tight this time. Too tight. “You have no use. You only enjoy yourself. Surely Thomas has told you that.” 

A plate of steaming food plops in front of you. Even its heavenly smell can’t quell the sudden dread in your gut. “Of course! Of course he did.” Your stomach twists and you decide that perhaps now is not the time to press the subject. “I’ll just… I’ll try riding tomorrow.” You hate riding, but it’s the first thing that comes to mind. 

Satoru’s smile thaws into something less menacing. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy that.” 

You nod eagerly. “I’m sure I will.” 

You grab your fork, eager for a new subject. From what you can tell, dinner is roast chicken and vegetables, though it’s the luxury version as everything seems to be. The spices are intoxicating and the green beans are even arranged in a pretty little pattern that makes them look too good to eat. You do anyway. The first bite nearly makes you moan, but you chew slowly, delicately, trying not to let your upbringing show.

It’s not until several bites later that you realize you’re the only one eating. A quick glance reveals your husband has no platter, no chicken or green beans. He’s only… watching you. You clear your throat, dabbing at your lips with a napkin. 

“You’re not… eating?”

That permanent smile grows a little wider and you can’t help but feel as if there’s something… menacing about it. “Ate before I came.” 

Your brows furrow. “Oh. Were you on the road?” 

You think you see something wild flash in his eyes. “No.” 

The rest of dinner passes slowly, almost painfully. Satoru doesn’t eat a bite, doesn’t even look enticed. You wonder how that’s possible when it smells like a spice bomb went off in the dining room. 

By the time you’ve cleared your plate you’ve discussed everything from the number of horses in the stables to kinds of crops grown on the estate. It’s comforting to know a little more about your new home, but it’s not enough. 

“Is there a library?” you ask. You’re on dessert now. It’s the best chocolate cake you’ve ever had and it takes everything in you to hold back a moan each time it touches your tongue. 

“Of course.” Your husband’s eyes flicker to Thomas again and you’re honestly starting to fear for the poor footman’s life. Everytime you ask a question it’s like Satoru is angry it hasn’t already been answered. “It’s yours to use as you please.” 

You smile lightly. “Perfect. Thank you.” 

He softens a bit at that. “Is there anything specific you wanted to read about?” 

You shrug. “The estate, I suppose. I should know my home’s history, no?”

His eyes get that wild look again, that sparkle that you know speaks to nothing good. “Oh, absolutely. I have some personal favorites to recommend. I’ll leave them aside for you?” 

You swallow and give him a shallow nod. “That would be perfect. Thank you.” 

He chuckles. “My pleasure.” 

When dessert is finally over, you stand slowly. Satoru’s not far behind you, saying he’ll walk you to your room. Your heart leaps at his words. Will he stay with you tonight? 

He offers you his arm in the hall and your mouth runs dry when you feel the corded muscle beneath his jacket. By the time you reach your room, you’re thinking of tugging him in behind you. His denial to stay with you last night was not only confusing, but… off putting. Nearly offensive. Did he not like how you looked? Did he think something was wrong with you? 

You muster all the courage you possess and force your lips apart. “Will you stay with me tonight?” 

His eyes spark again and you hold your breath. He presses closer. This is it, you think. His lips hover over yours, eyes glimmering in the candlelight. And then he dips his head, his mouth pressing to your pulse. 

“Not tonight,” he whispers– and then he’s gone. 

~

You wake suddenly. It’s the middle of the night, you gather. The light streaming through the window is weak enough to only be that of the moon. 

Your heart is pounding and your skin is slick with sweat despite the chill in your bones. A nightmare, you think. It must have been a nightmare. 

As you settle back into your sheets you swear you see a ripple in the darkness. You close your eyes. If your nightmare is real, you’d rather not see it coming.

~

The library is huge. It’s sprawling and smells of paper and leather and everytime Thomas lights a candle you flinch at the idea that one misplaced spark could end thousands of years of knowledge. 

The books Satoru left you are… perfect. Just what you were looking for. They’re all comprehensive volumes of the history of the estate, many of which reference each other. You’re stunned to see that several are written by very well-known authors of both the past and the present. You knew the Gojo family’s influence reached far, but not that far. You peruse the titles. The Gojos: A History, A History of the Gojo Crest, History of the Gojo Castle, Revisiting the Gojo Family: A Comprehensive History. Altogether you have well over a few thousand pages of information– but there’s one book that doesn’t fit with the rest. It’s relatively unassuming. A black cover with some sort of gold rune etched onto its front. When you flip to the title page it reads “Creatures of Myth and Where To Find Them”. Your brows furrow. You slide it to the side– must have gotten mixed in with the others, you think.

~

You ask Thomas to bring the books to your room. He does. Very respectfully. He sets them on your bedside table and then retreats like a kicked puppy with only a polite goodbye. You sigh. His behavior has only gotten stranger in the past few days. You think the servants’ coldness must have something to do with Satoru, but you can’t figure out why. Had he ordered them to stay away? Why would he? 

You decide it’s a question for another day and dive into your books. You spend hours, days, reading every chapter, page, and word. The pure amount of information is dizzying. Apparently this specific estate had been in the hands of the Gojo family since the eighth century (with several razings and consequential rebuilds). You also learn that Satoru was not only the most wealthy lord on the continent, but the most wealthy man. Even wealthier than the king apparently, though that fact was kept fairly under wraps to protect the crown’s ego. The estimates of your husband’s net worth made your head spin.

Satoru joins you for breakfast and dinner every day. You never see him eat a morsel. It’s… unsettling to say the least. It’s always just that tin cup, filled with something you could never quite see. You develop a pattern of waking in the night, too, with the overwhelming sense that something is watching you. Sometimes you could swear you feel the bed shift as you jerk awake. Each time you simply close your eyes and try your best to slow your heart, convinced your mind is playing tricks on you. 

Your days feel a little more productive with a book in your hands, but you’ve read them all three times over by the time a fortnight has passed. You find yourself packing them up to return to Thomas when a certain black cover catches your attention. You grab it from the pile and settle back into your seat. You’ve nothing better to do, right? 

You flip back the cover, revealing a familiar title. “Creatures of Myth and Where to Find Them”. You don’t recognize the author’s name. A quick scroll through the table of contents reveals nothing particularly interesting, but you pick a random chapter on ghouls and decide to start there. 

It’s fascinating. Nothing about the style is boring and the words fly by. Your silly little myth book is a page turner. By the time you notice the light has started dying you’ve read about ghosts, fairies, werewolves, and goblins– all of which have been a delightful little read. A glance at the clock reveals you have a half hour before dinner. One more chapter, you think. Your eyes skim the title. “Vampires [Vampyr]”. 

You skim the first paragraphs until your eyes settle on a line that catches your eye. 

“Contrary to popular belief, vampires are not always crazed blood-hungry monsters. Many live among humans quite comfortably and are able to avoid detection with a little well-placed effort.” 

You purse your lips. What a… terrifying thought. You skim a little further. 

“A vampire’s key characteristic is, of course, their desire and need to drink human blood as sustenance. However, a vampire can be spotted sooner if one is able to recognize their subtler traits. Vampires often have skin lacking any sort of flush. The lack of blood in their veins results in a sickly pallor, even after the most rigorous exercise. Their skin is also noticeably cold to the touch. At best, a vampire’s body will reach room temperature. Vampires can also be noted for their preternatural beauty. They will stand out as the most attractive person in any crowd. Finally, a vampire will have fangs. If one wishes to identify a vampire, one only needs a good look at their teeth”.

A chill settles over your skin. You flip ahead a few pages. 

“Vampires are unable to consume typical human food. Should they attempt to, their bodies will immediately reject any and all foreign substances.” 

Your stomach drops. You don’t want to think about why. You skip the rest of the paragraph. 

“Vampires possess several supernatural abilities that set them apart as a human’s predator rather than their equal. Vampires are known to move unnaturally fast and are notably light footed. If a vampire does not wish to be heard, they will not be. A vampire’s strength is inhuman, well over ten times that of the average man. They also have a penchant for darkness, an ability to hide away in the shadows that cannot be explained. Oftentimes they will seem to appear from thin air.”

You skip ahead again.

“Vampires have been known to take mates. Mates usually come in the form of another vampire, but in some cases a human has been chosen. Vampires are fiercely protective of their mates, bordering on obsession. Any person deemed a threat to their bond or their mate’s safety is usually disposed of quickly. Oftentimes, vampires make these decisions with haste, with little regard for whether or not the threat was real. A vampire will do everything in their power to please their mate, but have been known to forcibly restrain their mates in situations of unrequited feelings. Above all else, vampires wish to possess their mates. Two bonded vampires will sometimes spiral into gloriously destructive fits in their endless desire to protect and possess one another. A vampire bonded to a human will show an increasingly protective nature, often isolating their mate from others.”

Your heart pounds. A bead of sweat rolls down your back. You flip the pages, desperate– desperate for a piece of information that will save you from the thoughts spilling in your mind, from the thoughts you will do anything not to believe. You reach the “Where to Find Them” subsection and nearly gasp with relief. Surely, vampires do not pose as wealthy lords of Europe? 

“Vampires can be found everywhere. They do not exist in only one country or continent, but all over the world. Odds are that you have faced at least one vampire in your life, unknowingly or not. Some vampires choose to live solitary lives, surviving in the wilderness where human society will not attempt to tame their wild nature. Others choose to live among humans, some even existing in positions of very high authority.” 

No, no, no. This can’t be happening to you. It can’t be real. You’re dreaming, you’re having one of those nightmares again. You’re going to wake up any second. 

“One tale recounts a razing of the Gojo estate in the 12th century.” 

You’re panting, hyperventilating. This isn’t happening. 

“Soldiers of the enemy force recounted a singular man, the son and heir of the then Lord Gojo, taking out a minimum of 800 men. He was described as having his family’s characteristic white hair as well as blue eyes. Eyewitness accounts depict the Gojo heir as covered in blood and killing savagely and with inhuman strength.” 

No, no, no. 

“(See next page for only existing portrait)”

Your fingers tremble but you can’t stop them. There’s no way. It’s not possible. 

You flip the page and Satoru stares back at you. 

Knock! Knock! Knock!

You nearly scream. Your door rattles angrily, but you’re not sure you can answer it, not with the knowledge flooding your mind. The knocking continues. You run your hand over your face and smooth down your hair. You feel frazzled, dirty, despite not having moved from your chair all day. Another knock prompts you to set your book aside and stand. You do your best to compose yourself, to put on a straight face. You fail instantly when you pull back the door not to reveal your faithful attendant, not Thomas, but Satoru. 

You bite back a shriek and instead force a smile. You’re suddenly very aware of the blood pounding in you veins and of the fact that he most likely knows. 

“Hello,” he says, but his voice is lower than usually, more intense. 

You force a breath into your lungs. “Hello,” you answer, but it sounds more like a squeak than a greeting. 

Something flashes in his eyes, something familiar, something that is no longer interesting but rather terrifying. “Are you alright? You seem a little… flushed.” The concern on his face feels anything but genuine. 

“I’m fine,” you answer, but even you can tell that reply too quickly, too eagerly. You rush to cover it up. “Is it time for dinner? Where’s Thomas?” 

His lip twitches and you see a muscle in his jaw flex. “Thomas has… left us.” 

No. This wasn’t happening to you. There was no way this was happening to you. 

“He… what?” There’s an unmistakable wobble in your voice that only causes Satoru’s face to fall further. 

“It’s no matter. He’s gone. Now it’s just you and me, hm?” He chuckles and the sound rattles your bones. “In fact, I was thinking I’d cut down on the number of servants we have entirely…” 

You mind races with the memory of knowledge you wish you didn’t have. “Vampires are fiercely protective of their mates, bordering on obsession. Any person deemed a threat to their bond or their mate’s safety is usually disposed of quickly.”

You nearly stumble, but lean against the doorframe just in time. Your husband had disposed of a man, all because he brought you meals and books?

“What have you been up to today, princess?” The question breaks your trance just in time for you to see your husband’s eyes flicker behind you. 

You wet your lips. “Just some reading.” You plead that he doesn’t ask anything further. He does. 

“About the estate?” he asks. 

You nod and try to swallow the lump in your throat. “Yes.”

His smile returns and this time it’s not forced. “You got my books, then?” 

You try smiling back, but you’re fairly sure it looks more like a grimace. “Yes.”

“Anything interesting?” he presses.

This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening. Does he know? Does he know that you know? “Yes, of course. Lots.” 

He pauses and you see the debate and then the decision in his eyes. You think it’s the first time you’ve felt true terror when he meets your gaze again. “I think we should skip dinner tonight. It seems we have so much to discuss.”

You don’t even have the wherewithal to scream when he steps into you, forcing you back until he’s shutting your door behind him. He doesn’t stop there, though. He keeps pressing, keeps pushing until your knees hit the bed and you’re falling to the mattress. He crawls right after you.

“Who knew my little wife was such a reader? All those books in such a short time… You must be simply spilling with information.” 

You retreat across the mattress, squeaking when your back hits the headboard and his arms cage your waist. You’re trapped.

His hands find your hips and you’re all too aware of how cool his touch is. Even more so when he pulls you right into his lap.

“Satoru-” your voice is pitiful, breathless, and you’re ashamed to say it’s not just from the fear in your gut. He’s never been this close before, never touched you, held you like this. “Thomas-” 

“Don’t speak his name.” His face pulls into the first scowl you’ve ever seen and the sight is enough to root you to the spot. Never have you seen anything more frightening. A creature so beautiful, so perfectly angelic, filled with an insurmountable rage. It’s wrong. “He’s gone. He’ll never bother you again.” He’s closer now, his breath skating over your skin. It’s cool and now you know the reason why. 

You shake and tremble and you know– Thomas is dead. Your husband killed him– killed him for getting too close when all he did was stay at a distance. Satoru killed him. Killed him. 

He buries himself in your neck, his voice a near whine. “Thought I could put up with it, just so you’d have someone to take care of you…” He groans. “I was so wrong, princess. Couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t stand the way you smelled more like him than me…” 

You feel him melt against you then, relief washing over his body in a wave. “But he’s gone. And now it’s just you and me, hm? Just you and me…” He hums, like remembering that fact is all he’s ever needed.

He’s kissing your pulse again, now, and your heart is racing faster than ever. Your fingers curl into his shoulders. You should push him away, away, away. He’s a killer, of thousands no doubt. You’ve never felt at home here, never felt like you belonged. This is why. You’re not even the same species. He’s something else, something your hands were never meant to touch. 

Your mind screams at you to do go, to shove and kick at him and leave this place behind. Go, go, go your gut says… but you don’t. You can’t. It’s too… good. The feeling of his cool lips against your skin, of what you’re sure is his tongue prodding at your pulse… it’s intoxicating. He is intoxicating. How could anyone blame you for wanting more of someone, something, so divine? 

“Have you figured it out yet, love?” Your breath hitches and he chuckles, licking a long stripe up your neck, before he settles back at your pulse. Always your pulse. “I can feel those little gears turning. Tell me, what have they discovered?” 

He knows you know. But he’s going to make you say it. You swallow and feel his grip on you tighten. “You’re…” Your breaths come faster. You can’t. Not aloud. Aloud makes it too… real. 

“Yessss?” he prods. He’s licking at you again, all the way across your throat to find your other pulse-point. 

“You’re not…” Something sharps nicks at your skin and you bite your lip to hold back a whimper. 

“Go on, princess.” You think he’s just smelling you now, just burying his face as close to you as possible and taking you in. 

You close your eyes tightly, holding back tears. “Not human,” you breathe. A piece of you breaks with the admission.

He huffs a little laugh against your skin and pulls back to look you in the eye. “That’s good,” he purrs. “But I think you can be a little more specific, no?” His lips press to your chin, then the corner of your mouth, then down to your jaw… “Tell me.” 

Your lips wobble, muscles clenching tighter with each passing moment. You don’t want to say it, don’t want to speak it into existence, but you also don’t dare to disobey him. 

“You’re a…” You shake and tremble. He draws a line up your neck with the tip of his nose.

“Mhm?” 

You open your eyes, thinking this might be the last time you see. “Vampire.” 

He chuckles and you feel his teeth press to the skin of your neck. “That’s right, princess. So smart.” 

He smiles and you suddenly realize you’ve never seen his teeth before. Everytime he smiles at you it’s close-lipped and dimpled. But this… this is the smile of a predator– all white and pointy and fitted with a set of menacingly long fangs. You sob at the sight. 

“Shhhhh,” he coos. He has your chin in his hand, forcing you to truly look at him, to see him for what he is. “I won’t hurt you, love.” You want to believe him so badly it burns, but his laugh washes away any fire and turns it to ice. “Not unless you want me to.” He wiggles a brow like it’s just a little joke, like he’s not an actual fucking vampire that had his fangs over your neck just moments ago. 

“Satoru,” you beg. You’re not sure what you’re begging for. Release maybe? But, no, that’s not right. You don’t want him to let you go, not when you finally have him close after all this time. “Why did you pick me?” 

The question slips out. You hadn’t even been thinking about it, hadn’t even noticed it scratching at the walls of your mind, but it made its way out nonetheless.

His brow creases, but not in confusion. Moreso in… thoughtfulness. “Do you think about that a lot, princess?” 

You nod and you suddenly want him closer, want him to touch you everywhere, hold you like his life depends on it. You want him, no matter how horrible it might be. 

He nods and hums, kissing the tip of your nose lightly. “Well…” he says. His thumb swipes over your lips when he leans in to whisper in your ear. “At first I wanted you for this.” His head dips to your neck again and you feel the familiar brush of his lips against your throat. “You smell…” he chuckles. “Like heaven. Which is a place I’ll never get to on my own, so I had to bring my own little slice home, no?” He laughs again, a little louder this time, genuinely amused. “Went into town one day and caught your scent on the street. At first I thought I must be walking past the bakery, but, lo and behold, there was no baker in sight.” He’s still kissing at your pulse, worshiping it. “Went crazy, princess. Didn’t think I was going to be able to contain myself when I found you. Thought it might be quite the scene.” He huffs a laugh and you shiver, somehow both terrified and intoxicated. “But then I saw you–” he groans and something clenches deep at your center. “And I knew I needed more than just your blood. Needed you.” He’s rocking into you now, and your breath catches when you feel something firm against your backside. “Went to you in that little room you slept in every night. Watched you. Couldn’t stay away. Knew I had to have you.” You feel him smile against your skin. “After a week I couldn’t take it anymore. Sent you that letter, married you. Made you mine.” He groans again. “Then I met you and you were so pretty, princess. Already knew it, but hearin’ you talk to me, look at me.” Teeth graze your pulse. “Needed you more than ever. Almost took you right on the fucking floor in here while you were lookin’ at those dresses.” You whine when his hips roll into you again. “Oh, but I knew I couldn’t. You’re so fragile, love. Had to wait, had to make you feel safe, yeah? Spent all this time forcing myself to stay away, ‘fraid of what I might too if I was in your presence too long. Had to control myself. Had to make you realize you could trust me.” He panting, like he’s so pent up he can hardly sit still. “Do you trust me, princess?” 

Your brows scrunch. Say no, say no, say no a part of you screams. Run, run, run. You can’t. “Yes,” you breathe. 

You feel him smile again, feel the pleasure of submission. “Good girl.” 

You’re on your back. It happens so fast your eyes don’t even have time to gasp. You don’t see Satoru, but you feel him. Everywhere. His hands are roaming your body softly, sliding under buttons and laces and popping them off. Your dress loosens with every passing moment until Satoru reappears above you, diving straight for your neck again. “So good, princess. Let’s get you out of this dress, yeah?” 

You nod wordlessly, entranced. He finds your mouth as he rids you of your clothes. His tongue presses in and you flail against him, unsure of what to do, of how to handle the intrusion. The kiss is heavy, too heavy, but Satoru can’t seem to stop. He devours you as he gives up on laces and buttons and simply shreds your dress down the back. You tremble when the cold air hits your skin, when his cool fingers dust your collarbone. 

“I always forget how many damn layers they make you ladies wear,” he chuckles. His hands run beneath your shift, up across your bare thigh. You gasp at the touch. No one has even been so close to you before. You feel the threads of your corset snapping away, feel your breaths growing deeper. You tremble when he pulls your sleeve down past your shoulder and runs his mouth along the newly exposed skin. 

“Satoru,” you gasp, and your hand pulls at his flowing white shirt. 

He chuckles, pulling back just enough to see your face. “You wanna see me too?” You nod, lips parted and eyes glassy, and he laughs again. He lips dust over the corner of your mouth. “Alright.” 

His hands shift from you to himself, working at the laces on his chest. His movements are speedy, practiced, like he’s been lacing and unlacing shirts for hundreds of years. Your throat tightens when you realize that he has. 

You gasp when he reveals himself, when his shirt slides away to reveal an expanse of pale skin and carved muscle. You’ve never seen a man like this and seeing one this close up for the first time is nearly blinding. He’s art, you think- nothing less. 

“Touch me, princess,” he says. You can’t. You shouldn’t. He’s too beautiful, too perfect to be beneath your insignificant hands. “Need a little help?” he asks, and there’s a lilt in his voice that makes you sure he’s grinning. 

His hands find yours and bring them to his chest, running your palms over his collarbones, his pecs, down, down, down across his abs that you can feel each and every one… You whimper, watching your own fingers grope his skin. He pulls you lower, lower, lower, and you gasp when your fingertips brush the waistband of his pants. But then he’s laughing again and he’s throwing your arms over his shoulders and pulling you closer, kissing your neck like it pained him to be parted from your pulse for so long. 

“Not so fast,” he says, like he wasn’t the one nearly stuffing your hands down his pants. His hands are on your corset again. You can feel it dangling onto you by a thread, literally. All he needs is a couple more pulls and you’ll be bare. By the look he gives you, you can tell he’s 

thinking the same thing. “You touch me, now I touch you, yeah?” There’s a tug and a tear and then so much… cold. You’ve never realized how cold this castle is, not until you’re exposed to its elements fully. You’re naked. 

Satoru sits back on his knees and just watches. His gaze is searing, burning, despite the iciness of his being. It’s too much. Your hands move to cover yourself, to maintain some modicum of your dignity- 

“No.” Strong hands find your wrists and pry them apart. “Let me see you,” he says. His tongue darts out to lick his lips. 

Your jaw clenches and your frame shakes, but you do as he asks, letting your hands fall limply at your sides. There’s silence for many more moments and it seems to go on so long that you can only squeeze your eyes shut under his gaze. Surely he will turn you away now, get up and leave, tell you this was a mistake, tell you that you’re– 

“Beautiful,” he breathes. Your eyes snap open to find him already staring at you. “Beautiful,” he says again, and then he’s on you, lips at your pulse, hands on your skin. His touch is cool and you squeak at the chill that runs up your spine. You’re not sure it’s entirely from his temperature. 

His mouth seeks yours and he devours you. You feel as if he’s sucking your soul out through your lips. “Tell me you’ve never done this before,” he begs. “Tell me I’m the first to touch you.” 

You whine against his mouth, both aching for more and overwhelmed by what he’s already giving you. “Y-You’re the first,” you whisper. 

His groan is deep, primal. It rattles through your chest and you whimper when his hands dig into your waist hard enough to bruise. “Yes,” he breathes, and you shiver again. “Lie back, princess.” Your eyes widen, with anticipation or fear you’re not sure. Probably both. He chuckles. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.” 

You pray he means that. “Just relax, love. Here, hold my hand.” His fingers find yours, twining them together. When you swallow, his eyes follow the bob of your throat. He leans back again and your body twitches when his free hand skims the skin of your thighs. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he finds your knees and you gasp when he parts your legs, revealing you so completely to his gaze. The way he stares, like he’s committing you to memory, it’s nearly enough to make you snap your thighs shut, but a squeeze from his hand reminds you to relax, to trust. 

His palm skates up your thigh and settles near your hip, his fingertips inching closer to where you can feel an embarrassing throb. 

“Tell me, love. Have you ever touched yourself here?” His fingers dust low on your tummy- just low enough for you to catch his meaning, but not low enough to give you any relief. Your face heats and your teeth dig into the flesh of your cheek. You have, you have touched yourself there, but it’s the last thing you want to admit to your new husband. It’s shameful, it’s dirty, it’s- “Don’t think I’ll judge you, princess. Just wanna know.” 

You gulp down a breath. You should come clean. “Y-yes,” you stutter, and the sound of your voice so weak and helpless only makes you flush further. 

He chuckles and squeezes your hand again. “On the outside or the inside?” 

Your eyes widen. I-inside? You’d never considered that… “J-just the outside,” you answer. 

Your eyes grow even wider when his head rolls back and he moans straight up to the ceiling like your answer is heaven-sent. When he looks back to you his fangs are on full display. “Well, I think you and I are in for a little treat today, hm?” 

Your brow furrows and your lips part to ask him what he means– his fingers travel those last few inches down your tummy and find your clit. You squeak and jolt so violently that he presses a hand to your hip, holding you to the mattress. “Somebody’s sensitive,” he chuckles. He holds you still for a moment and then lets your hips go free. “Try to stay still. I promise it’ll feel good.”

You nod hopelessly, but this time you’re prepared for when he touches you again. Your muscles clench at the first touch, at the foreign sensation of a touch down there that wasn’t your own. But then it’s more. It’s languid, slow circles around a spot that you’ve never been able to pinpoint so well on your own. It’s heat building in your tummy that seeps through every vein and into every pore. It’s relaxation that you’ve never known, that has you melting into the mattress despite the chill of the touch. 

There’s a little huff of a laugh and then his voice. “Good girl. Feels nice, yeah?” You nod hesitantly and squeeze desperately at his hand, searching for an anchor. His head cocks to the side and you watch the smile slide across his lips. “It’s about to feel even nicer.” 

By the time you realize what he’s doing it’s far too late to stop him. His mouth closes around your cunt and you yelp, trying to wiggle away from the overwhelming sensation- but he’s got his freehand on your hip again and his grip is bruising, punishing, as he holds you in place. He licks a stripe through your folds and you find yourself jolting again, uselessly so against the pressure of his palm on your hip. “Stop that, princess.” Your heart drops at the admonishment until you feel his guiding touch. “Rock into me like this.” His hand rocks your hips into his mouth and the pressure of his tongue against your clit is so delicious that you whimper. “Good girl,” he says and your heart rises right back up. “Keep doing that, now.” You don’t dare defy him. You rock like he showed you, a little jerkily at first, and then you find a rhythm that has you seeing stars. “That’s it, love,” he says, and the sound is muffled against your cunt. “Here, put your hand in my hair.” He finds your wrist and guides you forward until your fingers are tangling in those snowy locks. They’re even softer than you’d imagined. “Good girl,” he whispers and suddenly he’s taking one last long lick and lifting his head to meet your eyes. “‘M gonna put my fingers in you now, princess.” Your chin wobbles. “It might hurt a little bit, but stay still, okay?” You can’t do anything but nod. 

His eyes return to your cunt and you can feel him prodding at your entrance, circling the hole as you clench in anticipation. “Relaaaaaax, love,” he says and you nod. A deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth– 

You feel the exact moment he pushes into you and a whine of pain rips from your throat. Your walls clamp down like a vice, angry at the intrusion– but it’s already too late. There’s a beat of silence, of anticipation, and then he’s– laughing? 

Your brows furrow when you hear it, your head lifting to a sight that locks your limbs in shock. Satoru’s hand is lifted in front of his face, his pointer finger coated in– blood, you realize. Your blood. And he’s a fucking vampire. 

“Oh princess,” he coos, and the manic look in his eyes makes you tremble. “You really are perfect.” 

Things seem to slow as you watch him take his blood covered finger into his mouth. You’re sure you’ve never seen an expression more blissful, more lost to sensation. His eyes roll back and his body shivers, like he’s ascending to some higher plane. Maybe he is. 

When he pulls his finger from his mouth it’s completely licked clean. You hold your breath. He’s going to go for your neck now, right? He’s had a taste and now he’ll want more of it, all of it?

“Fuck,” is all he says. His mouth is back on your cunt so fast you don’t even see him move. 

Your mouth falls wide. It hurts, the way he is so desperately licking at you. You feel his finger again, pressing in, in, in, only to pull back and suddenly be joined by another. The stretch tears at you. You thrash and jolt, but Satoru doesn’t bother telling you to stop this time. His arm wraps over your hips, holding you in place. He seems immune to how hard your legs squeeze at his head or your hands pull at his hair. He’s lost. You can feel him licking, lapping, and prodding at you like you’re a fucking gold mine. He’s lost to desperation, to the need for more, more, more. Every so often he lifts his chin and you see his mouth smudged with a mixture of your wetness and your blood. He laps at his lips like an animal, dragging his thumb across his chin and sliding it into his mouth to make sure he gets every last drop. 

You’re not quite sure when the ravenous pain turns to a ravenous pleasure, when it turns from terrifying to downright delicious. You don’t notice your moans filling the air until Satoru joins you, groaning and whining into your cunt and telling you to keep going, to keep making those sounds. The hand you have buried in his hair doesn’t fight to push him away any longer, only to pull him into those now practiced rocks of your hips. His fingers thrust deep, curling into a spot that makes you feel so good and his mouth has found your clit again. He sucks your nerves lightly between his lips, tongue swirling in little circles. Your thighs start to shake. 

“Yes. Yes. Give it to me.” 

“S-Satoru–” you breathe. Warmth and tightness pool in your tummy, and you recognize it as your approaching orgasm, though you know this one will be far different than any you’ve ever managed to give yourself. Your body shakes and your breaths tremble and then– you fall over the edge, rocking your hips senselessly, losing all form of rhythm. Warmth tingles in your spine and seeps all the way down to your toes. You think you cry out, cry for your husband, cry for more, cry for less, but if you do you don’t hear it. All you hear is the pounding of your pulse, of pleasure throbbing in your veins until the world slowly seeps back in through the corners of your vision. 

Satoru is grinning. A speck of your blood clings to his chin and his fangs peek out from behind his lips. The sight makes your blood run a little colder. If any part of you doubted what he was before… well, there was no doubt any longer. 

There’s a shift between your legs, his hips slotting between them, and you’re suddenly snapped back to reality. From the look in his eyes, you’re not done. 

Frantic hands find his pants and he undoes each button with a quickness that is almost inhuman. You wonder if he could go even faster, if he’s holding back so as not to scare you. If he is, it isn’t working very well. Fear surges in your veins right alongside anticipation. 

“S-Satoru–”

“It’s alright, love.” His hand finds yours without his eyes ever looking up. His grip is just a little too firm, a little too cold. “Just stay still.” 

You whimper, but you don’t think he’s paying attention to that, and soon enough, neither are you. His pants slide down just past his hips, just enough. You gasp. 

You’ve never seen a man in the nude, never even dared to think about what it might look like, though it seemed you no longer had to guess. His hand wrapped around his shaft, giving one long and slow stroke that made his breath hiss through his fangs. The tip was flushed, angry, and leaking something that looked clear and sticky. You couldn’t help but notice it was a lot thicker than a finger, or even two. If his fingers had hurt…

He moves with that alarming quickness again, leaning down to hover over you, chests nearly pressed together. “Gonna take you now, princess. Gonna make you mine.” His eyes bore into yours, blue and shimmering with something wild. His hand presses into the mattress beside your head. “Stay still, now.”

It’s all the warning he gives you. You feel like you’re splitting– straight up the middle. You wail, hands flying out to claw at his back. It hurts. It hurts. 

“Satoru, p-please! It’s–” 

Lips catch yours– hungry, feral. The kiss is not gentle, not soothing. It shuts you up, it keeps you quiet, it keeps you still as you feel him sinking further, deeper into you. It’s too much, you try to say, but the poke of sharp teeth against your lips keeps you silent. Your hips jolt and wiggle trying desperately to escape the stretch but it’s no use. By the time he’s fully inside you, tears are streaking down your cheeks, fat and heavy. His lips break away and his eyes reappear. You shake when you see that none of the wildness has been tamed, that you’ve only just begun.

“Good girl,” he coos, and a cool finger traces a line across your jaw. “Took me so well.” You hold back a sob when his hips shift a little, testing, prodding. He must see the pinch of your eyes, the twist of your mouth, because he’s quick to comfort. “Just hold my hand, princess.” His hips rock in earnest this time and you whimper, squeezing down on his hand with all your might. You’re panting as he chuckles. “Breathe, love. Breathe. Soon you’ll be begging for more,” he laughs. It’s not long before he’s rocking into you sincerely, setting a pace that stretches you to the brink of breaking. At first it’s all you can do to grasp onto him, to bite your lips through the whimpers and hold his hand. And then it’s… more. It’s heat and warmth despite the coolness of his body on yours. It’s sensation and… pleasure. He laughs when the first moan slides past your lips, burying his face in your neck once again. You hear him at your ear, panting his hot breath across your skin. 

“Feel good, princess?” You nod, letting your hips rock against his as he showed you before. It feels good– it feels right. He chuckles, but there’s nothing light about the sound. “Wanna feel even better?” Something sharp pokes at the skin of your neck, hard enough to make you squeak, to make you freeze at what you know he wants. 

He pulls himself back, pressing his forehead to yours, searching your eyes with his. Something like a cruel smile dances on his mouth. “Just a taste, love. I promise it won’ hurt.” His tongue darts out and licks across your lips, his thrusts rocking just a bit faster. “You’ll feel s’ good an’ I’ll only take a little.” He laughs again and it sends a chill through your bones. “Promise.” He sounds breathless, like he’s struggling to restrain himself. The increase of his pace makes you whine and you squeeze his hand again. He buries himself back in your neck, panting. “Come on, love. Say yes. Say yes f’ me.” Your eyes glaze over. Your body justles with each new thrust. He’s desperate now, seeking a release that you don’t think is any kind you’re familiar with. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chants in your ear. You’re not sure when his words twist in your mind, when they settle on your tongue and push past your lips, but you know it feels so right when they do. 

“Yes,” you whisper. 

His fangs clamp around your pulse. You scream when the sting rips through you, violent and savage– but it only lasts a moment. Pain fades to… ecstasy. You feel his throat bobbing with each swallow, feel your blood seeping from your skin and onto his tongue. You’d thought it would feel slicing, draining, like the life was being sucked from you. It doesn’t. It feels wonderful. Heat spreads under your skin, emanating from your neck and down to your toes. It feels like breathing for the first time, like sugar being pumped into your veins. It feels like heaven. Your hand tangles in his hair, holding him close. You don’t want it to stop, not ever. You could die like this, have him suck every last drop of blood from your veins and thank him for it with your dying breath. 

He’s moaning now, hands curling into your hips while he fucks into you relentlessly. The pace is grueling and brutal. You know it should hurt but only feels perfect. Anything less would not be enough. Anything else would leave you wanting. You feel it building, feel that familiar twinge at your core. The ecstasy flooding through your veins has it coming faster, has you teetering on the edge in moments. 

“Satoru…” You hadn’t noticed how dizzy you felt until you tried to speak. You wonder why… “‘M gonna…” 

He fucks you harder, something menacing and deep rumbling in his chest. The sound makes you shiver, makes you whine, makes you come. 

Your body shakes and a cry rips from your throat, cunt clenching like a vice around him. Your eyes roll back, hands scraping trails down his back. Your thighs quake with the intensity, with the overwhelming senses of pleasure that erupt throughout your body. Every nerve is firing, every hair rising. It’s an unstoppable current, one that sweeps you away, helpless to its pull. 

His thrusts grow sloppy and untimed. His grip on your hips tightens, holding you in place while he makes you his. His teeth break from your neck and when you look up through blurry eyes you see his head thrown back, your blood streaming down his chin in thick little globs. You feel it when he cums, feel the thick ropes of it seeping into your womb, feel the way he keeps fucking you, pushing it deeper and deeper inside. He’s moaning, chanting your name like a prayer at the heavens. 

When the moment ends he slumps over you, eyes half lidded and tired. There’s a familiar grin on his lips, one that inspires both comfort and uneasiness in your gut. You can’t help but stare at him, at the blood that stains his chin and cheeks, that reddens his lips so beautifully. You want to reach out and touch him, touch his blood-soaked skin and see what it feels like, what it tastes like. What you taste like. 

His eyes slide to the side, finding your pulse again. You groan. Yes, you think. Please, yes. More. You don’t think you’ll ever get enough of that. Of his teeth in your flesh, of the euphoria flooding your veins. More, more, more, your mind chants. 

He chuckles lightly and shakes his head. “No, princess.” He raises a finger to trace the curve of your neck. “I took more than I should have…” His expression doesn’t tense with worry. His cheeks pull into a smile, those little dimples shining through. “But what can I say? You just taste so good.” Like he needs to emphasize his point, his tongue darts out to trace his lips, lapping up some of the remaining blood on his chin. “You taste like mine.”

You whine. More, more, more. It’s all you can think about. You lift an arm weakly. You want to pull him to your neck, to make him drink, to make him fill you with the heaven you had just moments ago. 

He catches your wrist and brings it to his lips, inhaling deeply. His lips split into another grin and you see his eyes spark again with the wildness you crave. 

“Not yet, princess.” he coos. “But soon.” His smile grows even wider, until those fangs are on full display, until you’re trembling again. “Forever,” he whispers.

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[shiroikabocha]

UPD8 on the HOMESTUCK WEDDING: we did it man. we made it hapen.

Details and pictures under the cut!

Everyone had a fucking BLAST! I didn't think it was possible to throw a party that would provide Fun Times for all our loved ones, from all their varied walks of life, but we DID, and it ROCKED! I rode that high for weeks. I felt like I had every positive party moodlet from the Sims active at once.

We rented out a science museum for the event, which was fucking RAD, since we got to have our ceremony in front of an actual dinosaur skeleton, which most wedding venues don't provide:

(these images are intentionally small and crappy. Both because smaller files load more quickly, and because no, I don't need to post high-res photos of all my friends faces online)

Despite being known On Here as The Homestuck Wedding, most guests who attended would probably refer to it as The Klingon Wedding. My one and only wedding wish was to marry my partner in a traditional Klingon ceremony, and my perfect, wonderful, amazing wife was willing to indulge me in this.

The role of officiant, aka Master of Screams, traditionally performed by the mother of the groom or the matron of the groom's house, went to our dear friend D who knocked it out of the park.

On the one hand, it's very silly to reenact the Klingon creation myth at the altar with your spouse, whacking each other with pool noodles (because the museum didn't let us bring in real batleths). On the other hand, I genuinely, truly love the Klingon wedding ritual. It emphasizes that marriage isn't only about love, it's about commitment and allegiance. It's about vowing to be on one anothers' team, to have each others' backs when times are hard, for as long as you both shall live. The combat's just a fun bonus.

When we said our vows and kissed, our officiant announced that we were married, and invited our friends and family to attack us with their pool noodles as the DJ started playing the song for our first dance. The battle was glorious.

And my dad gave a speech that made everyone cry, and then my wife's sister gave a speech that made everyone laugh, and my new mother-in-law hugged us both and told us she loved us, and there was dancing and great food and also a ton of cool exhibits on North Carolina wildlife and prehistory (I mean, those are always there, but they are still very cool), and it was a great wedding.

Also, my florist is a god. 12+ unique centerpieces, all based on characters she doesn't know from a comic she hasn't read, all with different flowers and shapes and containers and-- dude just look at them, okay? They're amazing. I can't believe how awesome they came out. (this isn't quite all of them, unfortunately-- I thought I got pics of them all but I could only find these nine. Can you tell which ones were based on which characters?)

It was so much fun, and then we got to go on our honeymoon in Amsterdam and THAT was so much fun, and now I get to be married to WIFE!! for the rest of our lives! and THAT is going to be so much fun!!!

My sincerest wish for everyone reading this is that you, too, get to have a party some day that is filled with all your favorite people and all your favorite activities, whether it's a wedding or not, and that it goes so well you can't believe how much fun you're having.

p.s. the flower arrangements are, in order: Kanaya, Gamzee, Sollux, Tavros, Eridan, Terezi, Equius, Vriska, Feferi.

[lowkeyclueless5137]

Yesterday I was talking to a friend of mine about an au for conductor Riddle and choir Azul when suddenly our conversations shifted to Rapunzel Riddle.

It got me thinking!

A Rapunzel Riddle AU. Where it takes place in Tangled, and Riddle play the role of Rapunzel while his mother is Gothel. So, instead of getting kidnapped (well, he still is, just not by a stranger), Riddle was taken away by his mother on the day he was born because he has a healing power.

So in my mind the backstory went like this:

The Queendom of Roses is a kingdom ruled by a fair and strong royal family. This kingdom is well known for their roses. There was also a legend passed down the line of a beautiful rose that can heal all of your sickness if you sing to it. It was said, that the rose is white in colour, and nothing can taint its beauty. Even the annual Unbirthday Party, where you must recolour any white roses to red, no one can change its pure white colour. For everytime they do so the rose will just sheds the paint right away. It was also said that when it was sang to, the rose will glow a silver light.

Now, this rose is considered to be just a myth. Even in the world full of magic, nothing in this world can grant instant health. However, this rose do exit, but a greedy witch had hide it away from anyone.

This witch was once a famous doctor back then. But she was not brilliant. She was what you consider to be a quack doctor. Though brilian at magic, she doesn't have any healing knowledge. Often put curses on anyone that bring fort her inability to actually heal. One day she found that rose by accident. She then used it to heal people, but with a really heavy price. Not only that, she also use its power to heal herself, stopped her aging when she noticed she was growing old and not pretty anymore.

Centuries went by and she has gone many different identities to not be noticed by anyway. One day, she meet a truly brilliant young doctor. He was not just an ordinary doctor. He was also the personal doctor of the royal family. Interested by his brilliant mind, this old witch tried to get close to him. Enchanted by her beauty, the young doctor ask for her hand in marriage some years down the line of their meeting.

This wedding resulted in her being pregnant. However, in the middle of her pregnancy, she fallen sick. See, despite her young looks, her body is not really young. Not to mention she never fallen pregnant before. She can't really handle the pregnancy. Worried for his wife's health and their unborn baby, the young doctor went to his Queen, begging for any kind of help. The Queen, beloved even if she can be too strict sometimes, give the doctor a helping hand. She told him about the rumoured rose. That it can cure any sickness. While the mases believe it was just a myth, the royal family do know its real existence. However, it was stolen from the royal garden many centuries ago. But you see, the royal family have a great connection to the roses in their Queendom, they alway know the condition of every roses in their Queendom. They know the legendary rose is in there somewhere, safe and sound, and the doctor can use it to help his wife.

The doctor, not really believe it, still agree in his desperation. He went to a journey along with the guards sent to help him by the Queen. Days went by with nothing until he stumbled across a lone garden just in the outskirts of the Queendom.

There, under the moonlight, stand tall a the white rose of the myth. How do they know? For its petals glow and shine aurora like light around it under the moonlight.

The doctor with he help of guards then take it back to the Queendom. When they present the rose to the Queen, she told the doctor to make the rose into tea and drink it to his wife. Shocked, the doctor ask why. For she said that it can cure any sickness with just you sing to it. Not to mention it was the only rose of its existence in the whole world.

The Queen just smile and told him that she believes the baby need it more than the mother, and the rose will one day come back to them.

The doctor, still in disbelief, still follow the Queen suggestion and make it a tea to his wife.

The witch drank the tea and months later give birth to a beautiful white haired baby. The baby is a boy. Born with white hair that glow under the moonlight and eyes bluer than the sky. Upon seeing it the witch instantly know that the rose is gone and now residing in her son.

That night she take away her child and run away to another kingdom across the sea. Leaving her "husband" crying and panicking upon seeing his beloved wife and child gone during the night.

The Queen, upon hearing the news from the sobbing doctor in front of her, just frown while soothing the doctor that she has considered to be her only family. She know, the baby will be back one day. She has seen it in her dreams. Of a young man in red that will one day rule the Queendom. But she can't tell it to the grieving father. So she settled on telling him that his son will one day come back. But they need to light up his journey, so he can find the way back to his arms.

That night, the whole Queendom light up lanterns and sent it to the sky. And they do it, every year on August 24.

Far, far away, in the middle of the jungle, stood a lone cottage with a tall tower behind it. A beautiful sound can be heard from inside. There, you can see a mother and her child sitting in front of the fireplace. The child's long hair glow beautifully under the moonlight.

Anyway! After that really long background, I will tell you the idea of it!

Trey and Che'nya are Riddle's friends. They used to be human children that accidentally stumbled upon Riddle's cottage and ask him to play everytime his mother went away. One day they got found out so Riddle's mother cursed them into animals. Trey as a green hedgehog, while Che'nya as a purple kitten (he never grow into a fully grown cat). Scared, Riddle beg for her to turn them back. He will do anything, but please turn them back.

The witch refuse. But she told him that she will turn them back if he promised to never left her and continue study really hard to one day become a doctor. Riddle agree, just so he can save his friends.

Floyd is Flynn Rider. He got into the tower after accidentally got separated from Azul and Jade when they're on a journey to the Queendom. When he accidentally stumbled into a cave that lead him to a beautiful place where Riddle's tower stood.

Anyway, the journey began when Floyd go in there and tell Riddle about his friends. Riddle, who nearly give up from find anyways to help his cursed friends, beg Floyd to lead him to his friend Azul. If he can't help him, at least Riddle can find other ways to lift his friends' curse outside. In return, after he manage to turn his friends back, he will do anything for Floyd.

So the journey began. And how the story unfold? Well, I don't know fully yet and I feels bad because it is already a really long ask 😅😭

Me: it's 7 am... I should get ready for school

*long ask appears*

Me: school can wait :3

(I'm joking, I'm still going to school bc it's important and Yada Yada) :'3

I put everything under the cut, because I was the 'genius' brain who decided to make it EVEN LONGER... :D

PS: I luv long asks, so more than anything, it made me very happy today!

I actually do have a rapunzel Au, but Idia is the moon drop. Even so, it falls so well with this one, that for the time being, I could use it to temporarily patch up Floyd's backstory and why he stumbled about the cottage and tower. That would imply that Riddle's the sun drop, but alas, this is again, up to debate until a proper story is made for Floyd's background to fall in place with Riddle's.

Since you did say that he stumbles upon the place, I could place it only after Idia goes to the snuggly duckling and Floyd has to leave as he was clearly helping the 2 to escape. Jade got a free pass due to his 'drunk' act and as such he had to stay there until it was safe for him to leave as well. Azul most likely was just experiencing several heart attacks at the moment, so leave him be. :'3

So because he was chased by guards through a forest, Floyd didn't knew when he passed the border, but he knew that those guys relentlessly chased down Azul and Malleus for stealing the crown, so he as an accomplice, was just as visated.

So because borders of kingdoms are basically where 2 outskirts back by back, Floyd basically just goes straight in the rose Queendom border, without having no idea about it. He wanted to hide from his pursuers, without knowing they didn't even pass the border as they knew that was the Queendom of roses. And in there, punishments were much worse for those who break rules. So they didn't doubt that Floyd would cause even a minor inconvenience which would spiral in his iminent decapitation.

So because of this, seeing an abandoned cottage right after he saw a multitude of 'missing child' signs for Trey and Che'nya sure didn't ring any alarm bells. Yeah, sure... -3-;

Cue meeting Riddle. And since I gave to Idia the honor of using a pan to knock out the intruders to his tower, Riddle shall get something more chaotic.

He bonks Floyd with a fucking chair, that's it... Just drop the chair on him... :'3

So of course, Riddle sees this as an opportunity. This guy looked like a merchant, like someone who travels a lot. And with some hope for at least Trey and Che'nya's cause, Riddle hid Floyd and waited for his mother to leave again for an expedition, so that he could wake up the unconscious body and ask for proper help.

Of course, at first, like any normal, sane being, Floyd just wants to leave. But again, the guy is pretty and he asks of him to get Che'nya and Trey out of here safely, to find someone who could turn them back into humans and get them to their homes, where they would be alright.

Floyd takes it as it follows: these 3 are hostages, 2 of which were turned into helpless animals that might as well just be yoinked by a hawk or something. And the 3rd hostage begs for at least the other 2 to escape.

Cue Floyd seeing a business opportunity. He tells Riddle that there is someone he works with and that he could break the curse. But, for that, there would be a price to pay. Riddle of course, desperate, couldn't just leave the opportunity to pass on and offers anything for the 2's freedom. He didn't have money of himself, everything in this tower was his mother's and as such, poor him didn't know what he could offer.

That's when he also remembered of his healing power. So he tells Floyd that he could cure any illness or wound. For the freedom of the 2, Riddle could cure someone's sickness or near fatal wounds.

And Floyd remembers that Azul wears glasses, after he gave away his sight for the twins as a result of a freak accident on the sea. If what this boy with inhumanly long hair says is true, then he could retrieve Azul's sight and restore the twins's eye wounds.

And as such, he decided that the payment had to be solving Azul and the twins's sight problem. Riddle was skeptical, but accepted to help. He expected for Floyd to just bring the 2 here so he wouldn't need to leave the house.

God he was so wrong.

Of course, first on the list was not dragging around this chunk of hair. So Floyd takes it upon himself to firstly braid it and try to pin it as short as possible, so they wouldn't drag around for god knows how long. Riddle admitted that he never had his hair being braided or made into different styles up until now. But following in tow after Floyd, with Trey and Che'nya as well, it felt better to moot have to drag all of that hair after him.

But since Floyd still was not aware he crossed the border, he got confused on his way, following the previous kingdom's map, only to end up in heavens knew where, in a little village next to the kingdom capital. Cue a lot of shenanigans and them realising that 'oh shit, we are in the wrong kingdom/Queendom'. So with this, Floyd haggles his money, thinking that maybe those would be enough to go to the capital and have a merchant negociate to take them to the kingdom they needed to find Azul and Jade in.

So now they go to the capital, absolutely ready to just get on the first cart and leave. Except that while looking for a merchant that was leaving for the kingdom, they stumble upon an old traveler who just sold some exotic spices to the royal bakers: the Clovers. Those were Trey's parents. Che'nya's were the royal jesters.(apparently, historically speaking, court jesters were considered advisors of the rulers and also treated really well)

So Riddle is bringing this up, saying to Floyd that they have to hurry and find this Azul guy, because we are speaking about people who have close ties with the queen. It is bound to be a lasting scandal.

So after some long negociation, finally, the old man takes the 2 in. Floyd had to give all of his money, as the cart was very small and the man had to give up for a few trades in order to make space for these 2.

But of course, they get spotted by Mrs Rosehearts, who is absolutely livid at seeing Riddle outside, with an unknown guy. Cue very epic chase through the street.

In this chase, Floyd does get hurt by trying to protect the old man and Riddle and as such, when they finally get her off their trails, Riddle insists to heal Floyd's wound. And of course, it works instantly.

But also Che'nya was touching the hair while Riddle was using his healing powers and as such, his curse is broken. Realising that all this time, Riddle could've simply broken the curse himself, he uses it on Trey as well and it works wonderfully.

His mother most likely knew about this, but in order for Riddle to not undo her curse, she hid it from him, mostly to make him desperate enough to obey her every word.

So Floyd does say that's a bummer, because he lost now the deal. Riddle tho, thanks him, because if it wasn't for him, he would've never found out that all this time, he could've simply undo the curse himself. But now he was on the run and clearly they couldn't return Trey and Che'nya so easily to the palace.

Floyd reassures that they will find a way back. And they grow closer and cuddle.

But because suddenly their number of people doubled, the merchant had no more space and as such, they had to leave him. Still he didn't return the money back and left, much to Floyd's annoyance. Their next objective: return Trey and Che'nya to the palace.

Cue a LOT of forest shenanigans until they finally stumble back into the capital.

Except that because she spotted them, Mrs Rosehearts used that to pretend to be a fresh escape from a 'kidnapper', who just happened to look exactly like Floyd. And as such, now the whole country was ready and armed to put down Floyd. He was now a wanted man.

Oh god, it was a chaos. Running from the guards and everything. Floyd realises that no way in hell will they ever get close to the palace without getting so much attention.

And as such, he turns himself in, so that the guards could bring in the 3 in front of the queen. He will get decapitated for it, but this was his mission.

And before parting ways, Floyd does tell to the teary eyed Riddle that he was fun. That he enjoyed so much him and the adventure they had, that he wouldn't mind to die for him. Riddle, of course, didn't want for the taller to die. He of course, started to care about him, but he didn't really realise how much, until they found themselves here, Floyd being dragged to the dungeons while Riddle was taken to the throne room.

Trey and Che'nya also felt really guilty about it. So the first second that they are taken back to their families, they beg to free Floyd before it's too late. That Floyd was actually the one who helped them escape and be back here.

And Riddle gets taken to the throne room, to meet the queen. Of course, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity and a great honor for anyone, but Riddle was there, walking like he was on eggshells, all messy and crying uncontrollably. Many assumed that he cried of happiness, but no, Riddle himself got down on his knees, in front of the queen, begging through sobs to free Floyd, to not kill him, that he loved the guy too much to even fathom him gone.

And this, of course, came as a shock to everyone. The queen of course, initially wanted to tell him that his mother was waiting for him, but with this desperate begging, something was up that wasn't yet told.

You said that the queen considered the doctor to be her only family and as such, I will add a bit into it, that the queen was a widow, unable to have a child of her own, and the doctor was more like a brother figure for her, so in the night of the faithful dissappearance, him crying to her and panicking about it, that his only child, her 'nephew' and 'sister in law' dissappearing, was similar to the present, when Riddle was in there, begging for Floyd to be released. So it hit a bit close to home.

And she indulges for her to take Riddle to the dungeons, to see Floyd and settle this matter.

Except that upon an order from. Mrs Rosehearts, already Floyd was ready to be publicly executed, so he was put in front of people, tied up, with the executioner having the axe ready to just slam it and make the decapitation. They couldn't prepare so fast the gullitone(?) so the free hand way it was.

Of course, Floyd long accepted his iminent death, so to see Riddle crying, reaching out to him from the crowd, Floyd could only just respond and try to soothe down the other's panic, that it will be alright, that he will always be there. He already served his last meal, brought by Mrs Rosehearts. It was clearly poisoned, but either he will die by a swift decapitation or the poison will do it's job, Floyd either way knew he was done for and nothing could ever be done about it. This, of course was kept in between him and Mrs Rosehearts. He will be decapitated and no one would ever question if he was poisoned beforehand or not.

Except that Riddle couldn't take it and manages to rush in and try to make Floyd duck, as the executioner was holding him by the hair, in order to properly cut his head off.

I all of that fast movement, the blade instead hit Riddle's hair, cutting it in one go as both Riddle and Floyd fell sideways. Of course, this was Floyd's shock, since still he was under the poison's influence. Either way he was going to die then and there. Riddle only prolonged the time with a few minutes, all at the cost of his healing abilities.

So Riddle does realise of the poison, mainly because of the symptoms Floyd showed. In a panic, he tried to heal him, but already his hair was a bright red, all powerless and he could only cry as the other was giving his life then and there, weakly trying to hug Riddle as a somewhat goodbye.

Except that Riddle's tears manage to do the job of healing, giving Floyd a 2nd chance at life.

Of course, since Trey and Che'nya told the truth, it did reach everyone's ears of what actually happened, but no one ever got to punish Mrs Rosehearts, as she was made dust due to the fact that she inhumanly prolonged her lifespan to the point she was meant to be just in a casket at this point.

Now just imagine Floyd, a man who avoided death by a hair tip, to look at Riddle and the first thing he ever says to be: 'you look like a goldfish'.

But it's excusable only this time, because it was a near death experience. :'3

So as an aftermath, it would be a lot of things, mainly Riddle trying to get used to his now shortish hair. It still was long by normal standards and also cut unevenly due to the axe's trajectory, but still Riddle wanted to keep it that way because he found it comforting for Floyd to braid it to him.

But of course, Floyd did have to go. He didn't stay long in there. And Riddle asked him why did he have to leave him. To leave the chance of a life as royalty.

On the day of departing, Floyd himself told Riddle of his upbringing. He was a pirate, apart of a crew of merpeople that were shunned. Their captain, Azul, roped in the prince of a Fae empire to steal a crown from the neighbor kingdom. He and Jade were just supposed to find a merchants who would pay a nice price for it at the bar when this wierd guy came in with Azul and Malleus and then he ended up on the run. He couldn't stay here, he couldn't leave his family, even if he loved Riddle to bits.

But he promises that he will come back. And that he wants to see Riddle happy next time he comes back. As such, Riddle gives him a parting gift: a rose enchanted to never wilt. In exchange, Floyd gives to the redhead a pin he used to hold his hair with. Just so each other would have something that reminds him of the other while they are not together anymore.

And with that, Floyd leaves to find Azul and Jade, while Riddle is on to grow into the role of the now sole heir to the throne (upon being named as such by the queen herself).

I mean... It's not a hypothetical full happy ending, but things to beat around with my og rapunzel Au, while also adding that flavor of something that sets it apart. It also leaves room if you actually want to use some other lore. Few little things have to be changed, but overall it doesn't affect the main idea I had for the story itself. A lot of wiggle room if I say so myself :3

God, it's 13:24 when I post this... :'3

[babyrdie]

Tell me something I probably don't know

I'm going to be honest and tell you that I'm not an expert in Greek mythology, let alone in obscure myths. So I'm just going to point out what I see that people don't usually mention, and assume they don't mention it because they haven't seen it.

There is a version of the myth in which Aphrodite was offended by Tyndareus and because of this ruined the marriages of his daughters (i.e. Clytemnestra and Helen).

Scholiast on Euripides, Orestes 249: Steischorus says that while sacrificing to the gods Tyndareus forgot Aphrodite and that the goddess was angry and made his daughters twice and thrice wed and deserters of their husbands . . . And Hesiod also says: "(ll. 1-7) "And laughter-loving Aphrodite felt jealous when she looked on them and cast them into evil report. Then Timandra deserted Echemus and went and came to Phyleus, dear to the deathless gods; and even so Clytaemnestra deserted god-like Agamemnon and lay with Aegisthus and chose a worse mate; and even so Helen dishonoured the couch of golden-haired Menelaus."

There is also a version in which Helena isn't Leda's daughter, but Nemesis'.

[Taken from Pseudo-Apollodorus' Library] But some say that Helen was a daughter of Nemesis and Zeus; for that she, flying from the arms of Zeus, changed herself into a goose, but Zeus in his turn took the likeness of a swan and so enjoyed her; and as the fruit of their loves she laid an egg, and a certain shepherd found it in the groves and brought and gave it to Leda; and she put it in a chest and kept it; and when Helen was hatched in due time, Leda brought her up as her own daughter.

And there are two different sources that present a version of the myth in which Thetis killed her sons before Achilles while trying to make them immortal, and Achilles only didn't die because he was the baby Peleus arrived at in time to stop Thetis. In one version, the babies drowned and in another, they burned.

Scholiast on Apollonius Rhodius, Arg. iv. 816: The author of the Aegimius says in the second book that Thetis used to throw the children she had by Peleus into a cauldron of water, because she wished to learn where they were mortal . . . And that after many had perished Peleus was annoyed, and prevented her from throwing Achilles into the cauldron.

[Taken from Photius' Bibliotheca] Thetis burned in a secret place the children she had by Peleus; six were born; when she had Achilles, Peleus noticed and tore him from the flames with only a burnt ankle-bone and confided him to Chiron.

In one version of the myth, after being transformed into a dog, Hecuba became one of Hecate's dogs.

[Taken from Lycophron's Alexandra] O mother [Hecuba], O unhappy mother! thy fame, too, shall not be unknown, but the maiden daughter of Perseus [Hecate], Triform Brimo, shall make thee her attendant, terrifying with thy baying in the night all mortals who worship not with torches the images of the Zerynthian queen of Strymon, appeasing the goddess of Pherae with sacrifice.

There is a version in which Penelope (yes, the one from the Odyssey) is Pan's mother.

[Taken from Pseudo-Apollodorus' Library] [E.7.38] But some say that Penelope was seduced by Antinous and sent away by Ulysses to her father Icarius, and that when she came to Mantinea in Arcadia she bore Pan to Hermes.

Although the Byzantine Tzetzes argues that it's another Penelope.

And Duris in his work about Agathokles says that Penelope was gluttonous and had intercourse with all the suitors and gave birth to the goat-legged Pan, whom they consider a god (FHG II 479 42). He speaks nonsense about Pan; for Pan is the son of Hermes and another Penelope. And another Pan is the son of Zeus and Hybris.

Furthermore, Patroclus isn't mentioned in the Pelion in any Greek source I have read so far (but he's mentioned in Roman sources). And Ajax only appears briefly mentioned in one Greek source, which is Heroica by Philostratus, known for purposely showing different versions of the more traditional myth. Also, people cry at the idea of ​​Patroclus and Achilles being cousins ​​(why I don't know, cousins ​​being romantically related in Ancient Greece isn't shocking), but there is even a version in which Achilles is his uncle (because one of the possible mothers of Patroclus is Polymele, daughter of Peleus).

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hiiii. so i loved the honey thing for new couples that you incorporated and i was wondering if there was anything you wanted to share related to faunus marriage/wedding traditions ? also….do some of the newsies (nora) demand to be a part of the wedding in some way lmao

[I just thought an awful lot about Faunus traditions generally, as a bit of background!]

okay so this ask absolutely lit up my brain as I considered the possibilities, so thanks for that.

there's just so many wonderful, idiosyncratic wedding traditions out there! there's glass stomping, of course, but there's also handfasting, various kinds of candle-lighting, jumping the broom... I know of one couple who came from two different seaside towns literally across the world from each other, and they combined sand from those two beaches as well as the beach of the destination wedding island where they were getting married. the options are infinite!

that last example, though, about the sand? that sparked the thought that is The Right Thought:

so the Faunus creation myth of the Shallow Sea is all about choice and transformation-- the Faunus become Faunus by being brave enough to leap into the water and reveal their true, changed selves; after that, there is no going back. I think this would be an absolutely lovely and meaningful sentimenet to be incorporated into Faunus marriages-- having to jump (or gently step with just your bare feet to not ruin your outfit lmao) into a shallow pool of water together, to show that your union will forever change you, that it's a choice you're making from which you cannot turn back. and, of course, that you're proud of your Faunus heritage. the water would need to be salted to represent the Shallow Sea, but probably a tradition over time evolved where couples maybe put other things meaningful to them/their relationship into the water. off the top of my head, maybe a little bit of printing ink or rose petals to represent Summer come to mind for the bees.

you didn't ask me about Mantali traditions, but they probably have something sort of superstitious in the vein of "something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue"-- certain genres of things from some old saying you're supposed to incorporate into your outfit or ceremony for good luck. maybe something Dust-related? I'll have to think on it

as far as who's ultimately involved with the wedding... the biggest issue is navigating everyone's egos because both Ghira and Kali and Weiss want to pay for the whole damn thing, but have different expectations of what A Proper Wedding is supposed to look like, and tbh Blake and Yang would be fine if they just, like, did it at Calavera's with the tables pushed to the sides! they're not fancy!!! also like Weiss's bank accounts aren't exactly infinite anymore, she has access to the trust fund Nicholas set up for her independently that Jacques can't touch, and her savings she transferred from her regular "allowance" back when Jacques was still giving her money, but she doesn't have bottomless Schnee pockets anymore. meanwhile Ghira and Kali are 100% trying to buy Yang's love because they already adore her and poor Yang is like IS THIS A TEST ARE THEY TRYING TO SEE IF MY LOVE CAN BE BOUGHT CLEARLY ON MY HONOR I MUST TURN ALL OF THIS DOWN

the bickering only stops when Blake and Yang threaten to elope and have Robyn marry them at The Spot (Robyn: "obligated to point out that I'm technically only ordained in Mantle and weird I just went suddenly and temporarily deaf at this mention of a wildly illegal use of an unpermitted Atlesian landing space LOVE THE ENERGY THO I'll keep my schedule clear")

ultimately they have a perfectly reasonably sized wedding at a perfectly reasonably priced reception hall. I don't know that Remnant would have bridesmaids/attendants like most modern American weddings, and even if they did I feel like Yang and Blake would BOTH feel a lot of pressure about it in different ways (Yang being like "oh no I have too many best friends where do I cut it off" and Blake being like "do I even have friends my mind has gone blank I don't think I've ever made a friend in my life"). probably instead of doing that, they make it a big sort of potluck community thing where everyone has a job. some of them are very intuitive and somewhat-traditional (Ren makes the cake, Velvet takes pictures, Weiss helps pay for it) ("My job is coordinating all the vendors so everything goes smoothly; paying for it is a gift!!") and some of them are... a little less that (Nora is 'Party Captain' and makes sure there are always people on the dance floor, Ruby is 'Hydration and Sustenance Captain' and makes sure the bees are drinking water and don't fall into the common trap of oops the couple only ever has champagne and barely touches their food, Zwei is the ring bearer).

they honeymoon in Menagerie, which is the first time Yang's ever been because until then they couldn't afford for both of them to be absent from the Bee at the same time. (every other time before that when she'd met the Belladonnas, it's because they came to Mantle, prompting many jokes about how an entire country could do without its Chieftain easier than the small newspaper could do without its editor-in-chief)

GOD THAT WAS SO FUN TO THINK ABOUT THANK YOU

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Recently, your boyfriend been asking you about makeup and- girl's clothes. You have hope thinking it's a present for you.

When you go to his house, you see a large box with your name on it.You begin opening it and see that it's everything you talked about."Thank you so much". You say as you hug your boyfriend.

He looks confused, "Huh? I didn't get you anything though."

Suddenly his older brother,seojoon walks into the room.

"You deserve someone who won't use you," he says, glaring at him.

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You're in an arranged marriage with a mafia leader. It's the wedding night.You two were already in bed.Nothing was separating you two, there was only a tiny gap.

Yuta was already asleep but your mind kept you up.Suddenly, you heard tiny footsteps approaching the bed.You lift your head up and it has Yuta dog.

he climbs up to the bed and started nudging you Backwards ,he kept nudging you until your back hit Yuta.

You looked back and your eyes met with Yuta.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

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When You Were Praying to god, To Get Rid Of The Evil Spirit In your House, Which Was Haunting you Every night..

"Please God Please, Please Free My Soul, From That Evil Sprit,I Beg You". You repeatedly said.

Without Knowing That "It" Was Watching you Pray, Leaning Against you Bedroom Door With A Evil Smirk.. As He Whispered In your Ears..

"Amen". He said, sending chills to your body.

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You and Sunwon had an arrangement.

One that benefitted both of you.No feelings, no affection.Just pure physical attraction and need for release.

The arrangement included a few rules, which weren't broken..yet.

Tonight you went out on a date with one of your colleagues.sunwon was furious. He didn't like to share, especially when it came to you.He tracked you down and dragged you out of the bar.

"What the hell are you doing?" You yell.

"Why were you with him?" He demanded for an answer.

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Taehyung's eyes are cold and calculating as he prowls the dimly lit room, his footsteps barely making a sound. He moves with a predatory grace, his lean frame coiled with restless energy.

A small, manic smile plays at the corners of his lips, hinting at the twisted thoughts lurking beneath the surface. As he approaches a hapless victim, his voice is low and menacing.

"There's nowhere to hide," he whispers, his tone laced with a chilling delight.

As you cowered in your hiding spot.

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You had been called into his office unexpectedly, and your mind was racing with possibilities.

"Have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair across from him.

You sat down. He leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable as he studied you. "I have a proposition for you," he said, his voice smooth and measured.

"A proposition?" You asked, your voice trembling slightly.

"I think you would be perfect for it." He leaned forward, his eyes studying you intently.

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[mairablue]

Star Crossed Myth - Department of Punishment

ZYGLAVIS (💛) - Reassuring you.

You were walking home as fast as you can to start working on the assignments your teacher gave you.

The sun was setting, you reached home changed your clothes and started washing the dishes left in the sink. Folded the clothes and ironed your clean uniform for tomorrow. 6.30 pm you got a phone call from your mom telling you she will be late for dinner. You sighed, she always works so hard. You started your assignment knowing it will take you another evening to complete it. Your mom came home and you two ate in silence. She has dark circles under her eyes, a clear sign of her sleeplessness. " Mom. How was the meeting ? You don't have any extra work this weekend, right? " she smiled and said " no". She looked relieved.

1 am, you heard someone typing something in the living room, it's mom. She lied to you, because you wanted to go to the movie theater with her on Sunday and she couldn't refuse you. She knew your love for movies and she wanted to spend some time with you. Your mom went to work and you went to school as usual.

Around 2pm you were called to the principal's office. She told you " Your mother has collapsed at work. Your mother's co worker will pick you up within 15 minutes."

Your mom was awake. The doctor told you she is alright but she has been diagnosed with diabetes. But he warned both of you that this should never happen again.

Your mom had to stay in the hospital for two days. That night Zyglavis visited you and your mom in the hospital. You were a happy to see him since you last saw him two weeks ago. " How are you?" he said. " Fine". " How is work? " you asked. He smiled and said department of punishment were busy . He seemed tired almost like a human. He wanted to stay but the hospital staff refused to let him stay.

You wanted to talk to him. After telling your mom you went to the mansion. It was empty. " He told me he would be here today" you recalled. You went to his room and saw a letter on the floor.

It read " My sweetheart, Jessica. I have talked to your parents about our wedding. They are delighted and want the ceremony to take place as soon as possible. I wanted to tell you this in person but i have some business to attend first. Please take care of yourself my love".

You couldn't believe what you just read. How could he do this to you? Did you not mean anything to him? Were you just a toy for him to play with? You wanted to cry but no tears were falling from your eyes.

Zyglavis came back to his room 15 minutes later. You have already left the mansion. He was waiting for you. There was a knock on the door. He answered it immediately. Instead of you it was his cousin sister Jessica. Jessica rushed inside his room, she was looking for something. " Did you see the letter? I think i dropped it somewhere. " she said. " What letter? " he asked . " The letter that was in my hand along with the documents you asked me to bring. It was from my fiance". " What was written in that letter? " he asked cautiously. " Did you forget about my wedding, brother? My fiance went to my parents to get their blessings."

9 pm, you were sitting beside your mom's bed on the chair with the letter in your hand, wondering what went wrong between you two. You loved him but he was there making plans to marry some goddess while lying to you about being busy with work. There was a knock on the window. You opened it saw Zyglavis and a beautiful woman. You knew he is here to finally announce his marriage. " What do you want, Mr. Zyglavis? Are you here to announce your marriage? you said in a cold and emotionless tone. Before he could say something the woman, Jessica apologized and explained you everything. " I am sorry, it was all my fault. My brother will never never do something to hurt you. " saying that she left. " I am sorry " you said ashamed. He gently raised your chin " Its not your fault, anybody reading that letter would have thought so." " I will never leave you my love. You are my one and only. He gently kissed you on the forehead. Your mom got discharged from the hospital the next day and she took a two weeks leave from her office. The next day all the three of you went to watch the movie in the theater.

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51, 99, & Kouga/Kagome for the ask meme?

Fanfiction Trope Mash-Up || @misku-nimfa Accidentally Married and Magical Accidents

Everything about this was wrong.

Kagome had never been to anything like this. She usually had left the palace before the festivities began, having done her job and eager to be home, but today she was running late in the wash room and accidentally walked out to a row of archers aiming their arrows toward the sky.

One by one, the arrows were sent, each archer following until they found where the arrow landed, all in front of beautiful women. Kagome didn't understand what was going on, didn't understand why the women reacted the ways they did, had no idea why the men ribbed each other with knowing, lusty looks at each arrow's mark.

Keeping to herself, she skirted along until she could run and finally get home. Just as she was crossing the line of archers, she was stopped. All who step on the line must shoot, she was told. No matter her argument, no matter her fight, she was handed a too-large bow and an arrow. Point to the sky and shoot.

It takes her a few tries to pull the string, the weight simply too much for her to handle. After the first few mishaps, the angry court magician steps up and holds her arm. This arrow soars into the sky and flies, on and on until it lands just on the skirts of the forest and at the feet of a large, brown wolf.

A roar of laughter fills the sky, jeering and nasty and all the things a servant girl was used to when dealing with knights. Forcefully, she was led over to the wolf, growing ill at the jokes that she would be made a meal before the ceremony was over.

What ceremony? she cries, not understanding what happened.

The wedding ceremony, comes the horrific answer. Your arrow landed at a wolf, you must marry the wolf.

It's not until a week later that she learns of this ceremony. That she learns women are not supposed to aim the arrows, that the archers chosen to marry know how to aim just right to pick their chosen brides. And her wolf who cared nothing for human traditions took her anyway, claimed her as mate, but let her learn what it meant to be mated to a wolf who can choose to take human form and at the end gives her the choice to leave or stay.

She stays, of course. And when the court magician shows up in the forest looking to steal the servant girl from the wolf and take her for his own -- as he intended when he forced her into the wedding contest -- Kagome and her wolf mate take delight in tearing him to shreds.

[mochiswifey]

SKELETONS

:Kanji Mochizuki X Yakuza Princess:

CW: Agegap, Slight Smut, Arrange Marriage,Angst,Slight Comedy,Alcohol, drugs, abuse,Cheating,Jealousy,Suicide.

@aasouthteranoswife Yakuza Collaboration

Plagiarisms is a crime. Comments and Reblogs are greatly appreciated

“You’ve got me fucked up if you think I’ll marry that…. What even is that?” You raised your eyebrow at the man you’re about to be married to with a mocking expression that he didn’t like at all.

You were sitting on the top of the meeting table across from him with your right leg up and hands wrapped around it acting like you’re a big deal (which you are).

You weren’t what he expected and you weren’t what he wanted. 

Dressed in ripped jeans and SpongeBob SquarePants H&M hoodie, you weren’t his type. He wanted a woman. Not a child? Are you even legal to marry him in the first place?

“Boss, is she even legal to marry me? That’s a child.” He turns to Mikey who’s standing along with your brother and his calling you a child deeply offended you. 

“I’m fucking 18, you old ass mother-fucking dipshit.” You threw your hands on the air retaliating to his words. 

“You sure look like a 12-year-old who wants a fuckin’ happy meal at the goddamn McDonalds.” Your soon-to-be husband spat out mocking you. 

“You look like a 45-year-old child predator.” 

A burst of unexpected laughter came out from Shion Madarame who’s seated a few chairs away from Kanji. Your fiancé glared at his colleague hating the fact that he wasn’t able to contain his laughter. 

“I mean…. Bro. She be spittin’ facts though.”

“I like him.” You pointed at Shion and he gave you a wink in return. 

Kanji rolled his eyes as he stood up and went to Mikey. He tried reasoning his way out of the sudden marriage arrangement but his boss wouldn’t make an exception. On the other hand, you were enjoying the frustration plastered all over your fiancé's face.

“You don’t have a problem marrying him?” Shion questions and you simply smirked. Your brother also thought that it was odd that you weren’t having an outburst. You weren’t a pacifist, if the chance of creating chaos is presented you were always the one to dive right in. 

“Oh, me? I have tons of problems. You know when I was-“

“Um, a simple yes or no is good. You don’t have to tell me your whole life story.” You chuckled at Shion’s words. His comedy is the type of comedy you enjoy. 

“No. But it doesn’t matter anyway.” You stepped down from the table and pulled out a handgun and held it to your temple.

Everybody froze including your brother and you simply chuckled. 

“Till death do us part.” 

But death didn’t come for you. Your brother threw his dagger hitting the gun on your hand making it fly away from you. 

“FUCK! HOLD HER DOWN!” Your brother screamed in panic. Your fiancé, Shion, and even Mikey ran towards you pinning you to the floor. 

You laughed maniacally as you loosely try to free yourself from their grips on your arms and legs. Your brother knew what you’re capable but he choose to speak nothing knowing that it’s not his place to tell your fiancé your whole story.

After one of your stunts, the wedding was immediately set. It wasn’t big and it surely wasn’t your dream wedding. It was just you dressed in your usual attire, him in a suit. The Bonten members and your brother. The venue was in a lobby of an expensive luxury hotel, little to nothing was done to make it special. It was set the way it is and even as little as a bouquet of flowers was nowhere to be seen. 

“Do you take this man as your-“

“God is a myth.”

“Excuse me?” The priest was taken aback by your words.

“God is a myth, people created him to scam other dumb fucks.” The bonten members were holding their laughter while your fiancé and brother are mentally rolling their eyes. 

“I repeat do you take this man as your-“

“Oh my god, if I say no will that matter? Yes! I take him! I take him in any type of shape, size, form, fuck. I have no choice but to take him even if he’s a goddamn burnt chicken nugget!” 

After your whole suicide shit,  Kanji knew you were going to be a handful. Fuck. He was so frustrated that he needed to fuck a few whores that night. 

You’re 18, and he’s goddamn 30. What could you possibly give to him? Headache of course. He wanted someone who’s elegant, who’s submissive, whom he could show off as a trophy wife. 

From a very young age, he wanted to be a Kumichou, and him being married to you, A Yakuza princess was like a dream come true. Well, until he came face to face with you. 

He wanted a girl who dresses in Chanel or Dior, a girl who has her hair tied in a bun. A girl who walks elegantly- 

He wanted a well-mannered girl, not you. You walk like a fucking gangster. You dress like a commoner, you speak like a commoner. Not something that he wants.

“I see. Kanji-“

“I take her as well.” Kanji cut off the priest and the poor servant of the god sighed before declaring the two of you husband and wife. 

You rolled your eyes before setting them to the ring on your finger.  “This marriage is to tie our Kazoku to Bonten. Huh? After all of the things I went through don’t I deserve a fucking break?” You spat out but not to your husband. Kanji looked at your brother and saw the guilt on his face. 

He wondered what you were talking about but he didn’t care enough about you at that time to try and find out. 

The two of you were forced to live together. Kanji didn’t mind as he was spending his nights with one of his longest companions.

She’s everything he dreamed of. Well-mannered, socialite, gorgeous, and mature. He loved everything about her. And if she was from a Yakuza clan, he would’ve married her in a heartbeat. 

The two of you were in a disarray, you always try to fight him when he comes home and he ignores you. Even though under no circumstances will Kanji confess his hatred of you and the situation he was in, you were the complete opposite.

“I don’t like him! He never comes home! He hates me!” 

Your brother smirked. 

“You like him.”

“No! I fookin’ don’t!” You yelled as you punch the wall creating a dent on it. 

“Yes, you do. I know you because you’re my sister. If you don’t like somebody you wouldn’t be bothered by their action but you are bothered by his.” 

You sat down on the carpeted floor and started rethinking your whole depiction of your husband. 

He’s tall, older, mature, muscular, he’s your type. And his cold demeanor was what you’re attracted to the most. Don’t forget your daddy issues. 

”Try to act as his wife. I don’t mind giving you a second wedding. Make him yours.” 

A smile curved into your face and your brother knew you’ll try to make him yours. So, he did what he does best. Try to give what you want. 

He knew from the very first time he saw Kanji that you’ll eventually fall in love with him. And he wanted you to fall in love. He wanted someone that could make you happy even if it’s a facade.

“Satisfy her. Smile for her. And do whatever it takes to have her content Kanji. She might not be what you want but she’ll give you the world if you simply smile at her.” 

Your brother warned Kanji about the affection you’re about to give him. Kanji was reluctant. He didn’t need or want your attention as he was already getting it from the woman of his dreams but he knew he had no choice but to comply. He simply nodded and went on his way out of your brother’s office.

“But don’t you ever let her know about your infidelity.” 

As expected that night when he came home a homemade meal was set on the table and you were calmer than usual. 

“H-how’s w-work?” He noticed that your big personality was nowhere to be seen. And that you were blushing.

“It was uh… It was fine.” 

He didn’t really want to talk to you. He instead wanted to go to his perfect woman. He was irritated at everything you do. He hated you. 

He hates the way you try to spoon-feed him. He hates the way you started to dress maturely and go to his meeting just to sit on his lap. He hates the way you wrap your hands around his waist when he involuntarily goes home to you. 

He hated you while you fell madly in love with him. 

For you, his smiles were like drugs. You did everything you thought he wanted. Dressing as an elegant woman. Acting like a good wife. You even took cooking lessons and tried to talk less like a hood rat. You showered him with expensive liquors and watches. 

His touch made you feel like you were in heaven and the first time you kissed him?

It was a simple peck on the cheek, then one day you tugged on his suit as he was getting out of the house and pointed at your lips. He got the hint and kissed you. 

Your heart stopped and felt like the whole zoo was running inside your guts. It was so perfect. It was everything you needed in your life. 

He was everything you needed. 

“Kanji…?” You knocked on his study before entering. It’s a rare occasion where he had to finish paperwork on the house. So you thought, but really It was just his whore’s travel expenses he needed to manage. 

He quickly hid the papers and you chuckled before setting yourself on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“I missed you.” You kissed his jaw and he groaned. He wanted to be left alone but he could never say that to you. Not because he cared.

“Yeah… me too.”

A smile formed on your face before turning his face to yours with your hand. You made him look into your eyes and he saw that yours were full of love for him but you were too blind to see that he had nothing in his for you. 

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing you need to worry about.” 

You wanted to know more but you kept your questions to yourself. That night you pulled him into the bed you two are supposed to share but he rarely sleeps in. 

He was gentle with you and you loved every part of it. You loved the way he took your virginity. You loved the way he kissed and sucked on your lips so tenderly. The way his hands felt around all over your body and the way his cock went in and out of you. Giving you the pleasure you never thought you’d experience. 

Him burying his seed deeply into your tight cunt with a soft groan was memorable. But what you will never forget was the way the two of you looked at each other. 

The two of you were still panting from the insane orgasm but you two looked into each other’s eyes and that simple action was enough to drive you insane. 

Those things were something you wanted to cherish forever but… to Kanji? You were nothing but a tool to pave his way to his dream. 

You wanted to do everything with him. And he was the perfect husband. He agreed on going to the beach with you. He agreed to go to a flower park, amusement park, museum, going to the movies- he agreed on everything that you wanted and you could ask nothing more from him. 

But every house of cards collapses. Three years into your marriage he got tired of taking your lunches and started purposely leaving them. The first time, you told him that he forgot it. For the second time, you did the same. But for the third? You went after him and that’s when you saw him meeting the other woman.

Dressed in the same expensive dresses you’re wearing. She’s elegant and the woman you’ve been trying to become for the past three years. 

Your heart was already broken as you saw him kiss her in front of the hotel but what broke you the most was the moment a child no older than two came in sight. 

Kanji picked him up and gave him a kiss before holding him tightly protecting him. He did the same to the woman with his other arm protecting them both. 

He never did that to you. 

And for the first time, you truly saw what happiness looked like in his eyes. Slowly everything made sense. 

He was never on long missions, he was never working overtime. He was…

He was never in love with you. 

A few days later, Kanji thought nothing when he came home and you weren’t there. He was relieved because you not being home means he didn’t have to deal with you but his relief didn’t last long as he got a call with his mistress’s pleading voice. 

“Come to Toujinbo if you want to see her.” 

He was fuming with anger. Your brother warned him. But he was careless. He immediately ran out of the house and went to rescue his mistress from you. He hated you and as he was driving his car towards the place you give him… He was thinking of ways to kill you without starting an all out war. He hated you. 

“Give her to me you fucking bitch.” His voice was full of spite and no regard for you. 

A lone tear escaped your puffy eyes and a manic laugh erupted as you tighten your hold on the woman your husband loves. You pressed the gun on her temple harder before throwing a glare at your husband. 

“I’ve always wondered why you only wear three models of watches and never the ones I gave you. Turns out you were giving them to your subordinates.

After finding out about his infidelity you dug deeper and found out that everything you gave to him, he gave to his workers without a second thought. The liquors, watches, even the cars. Gosh. It broke you more than what you’ve experienced prior to meeting him. 

“YOU FUCKING-“

“Kanji, you’re the first person I’ve ever loved. Yet you betrayed me for her? You were blinded by your love for her that you didn’t even find out she’s been a spying on you and that the kid she presented to you wasn’t even yours.” You threw the woman to him and he immediately caught her. Files were thrown soon after her. 

“All I ever wanted was a family.” 

Kanji opened the file and saw the pictures of the woman he was devoted. She was meeting with Bonten’s rivals, she was in their bed, in their car. And gosh… the kid he thought was his… They were with Bonten’s rival. And don’t forget the DNA test that states he’s not the father. His heart started to shatter and a similar pain to yours started to engulf him. 

The woman snatched the files from your husband and started to tear them apart. 

“She’s fucking lying Kanji! She wants to ruin our family!” But before she could even try to make another excuse Kanji’s hands were wrapped around her throat as he pushed her down to the cold ground cutting her airways. 

The woman struggles desperately for air. The last thing she saw was his eyes. The eyes that were once filled with love for her. 

You were watching the waves as you hear her struggles fall into silence. Your heart was rather numb and you knew what you had to do. 

“Dad and Mom, they weren’t great parents. When things don’t go on their way. They sliced my back with the Katana I used to protect you from the intruders two years ago.”

Kanji said nothing about your scars but now you assumes that he might have been disgusted by it. 

“All I ever wanted was family and to feel loved. I gave you everything but none of it was true was it?”

His smiles, his laughs. You figured it was all lies. And it hurts because everything you gave him was genuine. You even changed who you are just for him. 

“Everyone. Why does everyone betray me when all I ever do is give them everything?”

You closed your eyes and remembered everything, everyone you cherished ever did to you.

Your mother and father abusing you.

“I don’t care if it hurts you’ll endure it.” A harsh slap from your father and a disgusted look by your mother. 

The betrayal of your brother by not telling you the truth. 

And Kanji’s infidelity. 

“Till death do us part right?” You turned around and saw him looking at the corpse of the woman he so desperately wants to save just a few minutes ago. 

You chuckled bitterly. 

Even now he still loves her. 

You were right up until that assumption. As Kanji stared to the lifeless body of the woman he thought was his everything… His memories started to flash through his mind. 

Whenever that strange phenomenon happens to him, it was always her never you. But this time. The memories was all you.

The first time he kissed you. You tasted so sweet and so perfect for him. The first time you wore a dress. You looked so beautiful and so mesmerizing that any man would be honored to be your husband. He was even able to taste all of the foods you’ve made him throughout the years. 

The nights the two of you slept together. The moments where you sat on his lap and cupped his face with your gentle hands. 

You were the only one who truly loved him. 

“For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health.” You recited as you slowly took off your ring. 

“W-what what are you doing?!” Kanji panics as he realized what you’re trying to do. He couldn’t let you leave him. He just realized you’re his woman. 

You’re everything he could ever ask for. 

“Until.death.do.us.part.” You threw the ring at him and it bounced off falling to the ocean below the rocky cliff. 

“No. I love you.” He yelled but you heard nothing of it. Without a word, you shot him in the leg preventing him from walking toward you. He groan and the pain was excruciating but the loss of love for him in your eyes was more painful.

You looked up into the night sky before closing your eyes and falling back to the deadly waters below. 

You heard nothing. Not the wind. Not the sounds of the waves or even the screams of the man you’ve loved. 

Hitting the water it was silent and it was the most peace you’ve ever experienced. 

You are fine being alone. You’ve always been alone. 

Bonten was thrown into chaos by the sudden death of your brother and you. Kanji was left in a hole of madness with nothing but liquor and drugs to fill him up. 

Your smile and the warmth you provided him. He wanted that. But nothing and no one could ever replicate everything he got from you. 

Your body was never found and he stayed on the coast searching for you endlessly even as everyone lost the will to search he kept on going. 

He didn’t fall back on his old habit of sleeping and disregarding women. 

He wants you and needs you. 

A few months after the tragedy, he noticed that Shion was eating a lunch similar to what you were making before, and as the smart man he is, he suspected that Shion knew something about your whereabouts.

Shion was one of the few people you conversed and he knew you made a bond with the man he hated the most and if his guts were right he'll have to spill his comrade's blood.

He never believed that you were completely gone. He followed him and he arrived at a house Shion never bragged about. 

He waited for Shion to go out before jumping over the fence and entering the garden.

It’s mid-September and the sun started to set earlier. The climate was perfect and the sound of insects was the only music.

The sky was a gorgeous shade of orange and light red with few clouds. 

Kanji’s breath hitched as he saw you sitting on the grass with your belly swollen. Maybe five to six months.  And he knew. He just knew you are carrying his child. 

His eyes teared up as he approached you.

“Bruh, Shion. You already got goddamn-“ You thought it was the man who placed his life on the line without a second thought and pulled you out of the water but you were wrong. It was the man who pushed you to insanity. 

“What the hell are you doing here?!” You tried to stand up but he shook his head. Your eyes widen as he sat beside you and placed his hands on your stomach. 

“O-our child…” You bit your lips and tried to push him away but he didn’t budge. 

“I’m your daddy.” He moves his face closer to your belly and whispered. 

“Get away. Get away. You got what you wanted. You got rid of me now let me live my life peacefully with my family.”

“You can’t build a family without me.”

“Shion swore to be my brother and he’ll protect me no matter what-“

You were cut off when he suddenly placed both of his hand on your cheek and kissed your forehead. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry for everything. You did everything for me yet I didn’t see it. You changed the way you dressed, the way you talked, you changed who you are just for me to love you and-“

“Stop. It’s over.”

“No, please. One chance and I’ll lay the world on your feet. I’ll become your slave if you want me to. I can’t live without you. I need you to live. I need to be with you.” He pleaded desperately to have you in his arms. 

“I’ll have no more skeletons in my closet. Please-“

You tried to hold your tears but you weren’t able to. You cupped his cheek and he held to your hand savoring your touch. 

“I killed my brother. I was the one who killed him. They’ll kill me if they found out.”

“I won’t let them.” 

But that wasn’t the only skeleton in your closet. 

I don’t love you anymore Kanji. 

You weren’t able to confess that to him for the sake of the child growing inside you. 

You loved him. He was your everything. The light to your meaningless life. The man of your dreams. And he gave you a house of cards in return.

“We’ll build a family. A family no one could ever destroy.” He promises as he place his hand on the back of your head before kissing you deeply. 

He felt like he was in heaven. Your taste. It was everything he needed. And your eyes-

“Wha-“ Shion abruptly arrived and you raised your hand indicating you’re fine with Kanji. 

“Shit. I wasn’t that slick was I?”

“I told you to not bring the lunchbox inside the HR! You dumbass.” You joked and the two of you laughed. Shion then sat along with you and Kanji. Your husband didn’t fail to notice that your eyes held the same glimmer for Shion as when you were in love with him. 

“I won’t let anyone take you from me.” He took your hand and placed kisses on it.

He’s a liar. 

As long as the two of you breathes skeletons will pile up inside your closets and neither of you will be able to get rid of them completely. 

This is what happens when love blinds people. 

You loved him. He betrayed you. 

He loves you. You feel nothing for him. 

Is there an end? 

No.

Not yet. 

Because you vowed to each other that only death could tear the two of you apart.

A few months back, You were sure that you wouldn’t let anything tear the two of you apart. Not even death. Now it’s your husband’s turn. 

[a-d-nox]

Can you talk about Persephone? Thanks!

persephone, queen of the dead (asteroid 399)

Persephone is the daughter of Demeter and Zeus and infamously wed to Hades. The union of Hades and Persephone is perhaps one of the most popular and retold (A Court of Mist and Fury, A Touch of Darkness, The Star-Touched Queen, etc.) myths of Greek mythology. This is the myth regarding the Queen of the Underworld. It was a warm day in a meadow filled with blooms, Persephone was picking flowers (some say they were narcissus flowers in particular) with her hand maids (sometimes it is a nymph named Cyane). One flower in particular caught her attention, seemingly the largest and most fragrant flower in the meadow. As Persephone reached down to pick the flower, the ground opened up and from that dark crevice came Hades on a golden chariot pulled by nightmares (a type of shadow horse found in most hellscapes). Hades grabbed Persephone and pulled her into the Underworld to become his wife and queen (this may or may not have been okay-ed by Zeus lol (ALSO some versions say Hades rapes Persephone in this moment)). Hecate (who heard it) and Helios (who saw it), who are both well informed of this occurrence and told Demeter what had happened. Helios also includes that Zeus gave Hades the rights to Persephone in the terms of an arranged marriage. Demeter was outraged - similar to the Ceres post, Demeter shifted the seasons aggrieved by her daughters disappearance. Zeus only intervened when he learned that people were dying from famine due to Demeter's neglect towards the land. Zeus then sends Hermes to the Underworld to bring Persephone to Demeter. Unfortunately, and much to Demeter's dismay, Persephone had eaten a pomegranate seed during her time in the Underworld (whether by force, trick, or out of disparity is unknown and often debated). By law that one seed forced her to remain in the Underworld. Outraged once more Demeter went to Zeus who offered a compromise - Persephone could spend some of her time with Demeter and the rest with her husband, Hades. Thus Persephone’s coming and going is marked by the seasonal changes. Persephone also prominently appears in Adonis's tale. Ironically, Zeus divides Adonis's time between Persephone and Aphrodite like he did Hades and Demeter. Ultimately Adonis refuses Persephone when he is finally allowed to choose who he wishes to stay with. In some versions, Persephone sends a boar to kill Adonis - personally, I believe it was Ares. IN MY OPINION Persephone in a chart can represent a) where you are most popular and fantasized over, b) where you feel held hostage, c) where your time is not your own, d) where there are a lot of bystanders in your life, e) where your absence causes strife, and/or f) where you feel isolated.

i encourage you to look into the aspects of persephone along with the sign, degree, and house placement. for the more advanced astrologers, take a look at the persona chart of persephone AND/OR add the other characters involved to see how they support or impede persephone!

OTHER RELATED ASTEROIDS/PLANETS: zeus (5731 / h42), hades (h41), demeter (1108), adonis (2101), aphrodite (1388), hermes (69230), hekate (100), and cyane (403)!

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Title: Falling in deep - Chapter One

Pairing: Human!Elijah Mikaelson x Escort!Black!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Marcel being the best, mentioning of cheating

Summary: Elijah is angry about being invited to Klaus's and Hayley's wedding and even more when they placed a plus one on the invitation. Marcel has Elijah meet a friend of his to take to the wedding. You work as an escort when Marcel calls want you to meet a friend unaware of the man you're going to have to deal with. Will you fall for the man behind the gossip and myths or will Elijah let the best thing to happen to him pass by.

A/N: This is going to be the longest series I have done and this will be a human AU.

Elijah glared at the wedding invitation of Klaus's and Hayley's wedding, the man thought about not going but knew he would get an angry phone call from his mother as most of all of his siblings were married. Finn married Sage, Kol married his college sweetheart Davina, Rebekah married Marcel, and Freya married her long time girlfriend Keelin so that left Elijah and Klaus having not married.... that was until now.

Elijah used to date Hayley but she left due to Elijah not wanting marriage or children as he didn't share the need to have a family that his siblings had bur if Rebekah's rumors was right.... the only reason Hayley was marrying Klaus was because Esther pushed the artist to do so after Hayley fell pregnant when her and Elijah were still together. Elijah stood looking out the window at the New York skyline as snow fell softly as the door to his office open.

"Oh....you got the invitation." Elijah heard Marcel says as he eyed the invite on the C.E.O's desk then looked at his close friend and business partner. Marcel, like his wife, was worried how Elijah would take to his ex marrying his little brother as both Finn and Freya had called Klaus, finding it weird that less than a month after the break up.

"I did. Did Rebekah ask you to check up on me?"

"Yeah but as your friend, I worried too." Marcel tells the older man sitting on the couch in the office. Marcel knew Elijah wouldn't want to go to the wedding, hell Elijah was pissed learning Klaus had fucked Hayley in the bed he once shared with the woman. So when Elijah went home for the holidays, he fought with Klaus that left both brothers in a bloody mess.

"Thank you but I'm fine. A little annoyed that they added a plus one, it's fine I'll ask Katherine to go with me." Elijah says walking over to a drink cart pouring hisself and Marcel a glass of bourbon as the dark skinned male cringed at the idea of Elijah showing up with his other ex.

An idea popped in Marcel's head even if Elijah may not go for it, it'll still be better than Katherine. Elijah looked at Marcel noticing the frown.

"Or how about I give a call to a girl I know and have her meet you. You can take her to the wedding instead of Katherine as we both know Kat will just get drunk and embarrass you." Marcel says as Elijah handed him a glass then stood by the window thinking over Marcel's words.

"Alright, bring her by my office tomorrow morning. I'll love to meet her." Elijah said sipping his drink knowing his brother-in-law was right.

You were surprised to get a call from Marcel, an old client of a client, as you had just gotten back from a trip when he called about meeting with a client and how you should clear out your client list. So you got ready for the meeting, you were an escort that was top payed one and you met Marcel though a client and since then he had been the older brother that you always wanted and a lawyer if you ever needed one.

"There she is." Marcel said smiling as you walked into the lobby of Marcel's work as a smile came on your face when you reached the male getting the attention of people in the lobby.

"Hello Mar, so I get to meet the big man hisself."

"That you do. Just full warning Elijah is, well a little intense." Marcel says leading you to the elevator and to take you up to the top floor. Elijah Mikaelson C.E.O of the best law firm that expanded to finance and Wall Street which you knew a man like him was never short of women on his arm.

The papers talked about his exs, Katherine Pierce the papers nicknamed cold hearted bitch, Celeste Dubois only dated the man for his money, Gia was Elijah's Secretary when they had their fling. Then there was Hayley Marshall who the papers were having a field about with her going to marry Klaus.

"I can handle him." You tell Marcel with a smirk on your red painted lips as Marcel chuckled headed to Elijah's office waving to his new Secretary, Camille. She got up opening the door letting Elijah know that you and Marcel was here, You took off your coat once in the office as Elijah looked up and Marcel noticed how Elijah looked you over.

You dressed in a pencil skirt that outlined your hips as a long sleeved white blouse was tucked into the skirt with red pumps. Your soft mocha skin had a soft glow to it and had long black curls, Elijah saw the jewelry you wore wasn't cheap as Marcel smirked heading out.

"I'll leave you two to talk."

"Give Rebekah, my best." You tell Marcel as he nodded walking out closing the door behind him and you reached into your bag pulling a file as Elijah raised an eyebrow. You gave it to him and Elijah opened it seeing a list of do's and don't as he realized you were an escort which didn't bother him as much he thought.

"You're an escort."

"That I am. Marcel explained it all so don't worry, he also said there be no...."

"No, I'll pay." Elijah said cutting you off as he read over the list making you stare at him taking in the C.E.O as the photos of Elijah didn't do him justice. The man was much more handsome in person, clean shaven, strong jaw as Elijah's hair was style nicely perfectly done dressed in a dark suit and just your type.

"Is there anything else before I leave?" You asked watching Elijah walk up to you placing the file on the table before starting at you.

"Yes, I don't want you seeing anymore clients. I don't share, whatever you need I will pay for it." Elijah tells you as you smirked standing up pulling out your card placing it in his front pocket.

"Call me when you need me then Mr Mikaelson." You say tone teasing walking out with a swing of your hips as Elijah watched licking his bottom lip. Elijah was surprised that he was already attracted to you and thought this may been the best idea Marcel had.

[runawaymarbles]

7, 15, and 18 for the ask meme?

Weird Writing Ask Meme

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

It's hard to narrow it down, but one of my favorite parts-- that's a genuine pure favorite and never makes me want to bang my head against a wall-- is when I find unexpected ways to bring things I'm interested in together. When I realize that a weirdly niche rabbit hole I went down a few years ago could suddenly be plot relevant, or some analogy lines up to something else I'm doing. (Getting to bring Caravaggio's Artichoke Toss into a GO fic or when I was binging Myths and Legends's Arthuria episodes and realizing it worked perfectly with an x-men fic I was struggling with, etc.)

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

It depends on the book. I don't dog-ear pages, and I don't write in hardbacks, but I've been known to underline paperbacks. I will read hardbacks in the bath if they're not too long. If I saw someone writing in an old book or a fist edition or something I might have a moment of "aaaahhh!" but I don't hold mass market books as inherently precious

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

“Our traditional design ties together the partners’ initials with the blue line of Life and the deer of Death... For where Life goes, Death always follows; and where Death goes, Life continues. Theirs is the most profound of bonds, and one we try to emulate with each marriage.”

(From The Mixtape, Or: Six Things You Learn in Thursday School)

I spent a lot of time revising the bits of "scripture" in this fic, because I was trying to walk the line between what I could imagine someone treating as sacred text-- looking for meanings, lessons, comfort, etc-- and what would be funny for the reader who knows the actual plot of Supernatural. (Especially for those reading it during the pandemic: I still think that the Council of Nicea equivalent being the "Teleconference of Lawrence" is funny. That's also why settlements are called "pods" in this fic.)

Originally, this passage was explaining how Castiel was the Angel of Death-- the joke being that he doesn't cause people to die, but that he is in the more literal sense Dean's angel. But I figured he'd need a job or purpose to be of ritual significance. And since one of his main functions in the canonical narrative was to angel ex machina Sam and Dean out of trouble and/or back to life and be a celestial badaid, the Life/healing connection seemed natural-- but I also didn't want to make it seem like he and Death were at odds, each racing to see who got to someone first. So instead they're following each other around (as they did in canon) in the ciiiiiiircle of life. Of course, something that's overlooked by the characters who came up with the wedding rituals is that if they're constantly following each other they are never actually connecting (as they didn't in canon.) .....I'm now realizing that I could have worked in a joke about Schroedinger's box: the only place Life and Death can successfully stop and rest. Alas. I tried to keep the Angel of Death as one of Life's alternate names but between the conflation of Dean/Death/Hell/Heaven/Purgatory and Cas/Life and merging John-Chuck and Sam-Jack another name was going to make me lose track of what's going on, much less the poor suckers reading this.

Anyway it's all very Deep and Symbolic except that they think Dean's impala is a literal deer, they've forgotten what neckties are, and they used the phrase "profound bond" in conversation. Also the irony that Dean and Cas's frankly deranged, unstable, and occasionally toxic friendship rife with communication issues has been warped in the historical record as something that should be emulated in a stable marriage.

This whole fic was really an exercise in what jokes I could imagine a specific priest I know saying with gravitas and full sincerity.

[teddy06writes]

Greek Myth Series: Eros and Psyche Part One

Eret x afab! reader

trigger warnings: yelling, mentions of pregnancy

premise: so the story of Eros and Psyche is kinda complicated, and no that many people know it, if you want to find out about it in a different context you can here or if you want to go into this blind, go ahead.

list of Greek Gods/characters for this work

Eros- Eret

Aphrodite- Puffy

Zephyrus- Philza

Zeus- Dream

Pan- Tubbo

{I tried to keep this gender neutral, but in the myth Psyche does end up pregnant, and its kind of a big plot point, I'm sorry.}

{also I forgot how long this story is, so I'm going to split it in two, on one hand so that I don't leave yall without content, and two because it'll be easier for me that way}

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There was a city state, long ago, near the sea, that was known for its beautiful royal family. The eldest daughters of the king had been considered the most beautiful in all of the land, until the youngest child, (y/n), came of age.

It is said that their beauty surpassed that of everyone in the kingdom, and where ever they went the people flocked, eager to earn their favor.

(y/n) knew of their beauty, but they did not look upon themself in vain, but they did know that this beauty caused jealousy among many, especially their sisters.

What they did not expect of this, was when the people of their kingdom began to worship them, as if they were the goddess of beauty, Puffy herself.

Now this was never something that (y/n) wanted, all they had wanted was to live a normal life, but now they had to stay shut up in their chambers, trying to ignore the cries from outside.

They were admired by all, yet wanted by none.

And as Puffy grew jealous, and planned with Eret to exact her revenge, (y/n)'s father sought help from the good oracle of Delphi, what was he to do if everyone in the land loved their looks, but no one wanted their hand in marriage.

As the months passed, and their chambers seemed to become even more like a prison and their sisters married other monarchs, (y/n) began to loath their beauty, wishing there was some way to be rid of it.

Having returned from his journey to Delphi, the king entered their chambers, "My child," Said he, "I have sought an answer, and answer, the oracle has given."

"And what answer is that?" (y/n) asked.

"In three days time we will hold your wedding," He took a shaky breath, "You are to be wedded to a dreadful monster, and in three days time, we will take you to the rock spire, at the edge of our kingdom, and leave you to him."

A gasp rippled through (y/n)'s throat, and they fell to their knees, "Father please don't leave me to die!"

He shook his head, "It is already done."

The three days passed in quick succession, and soon, (y/n) found themselves being led through the kingdom, dressed in a blackened wedding gown.

As their parents wept, they held their head high, having resigned to their fate.

Upon reaching the top of the spire, their family tearfully departed, leaving (y/n), wind whipping through their hair, dreadfully alone. Slowly, they inched closer to the edge, staring down to the rocky shore from which the pillar had grown.

A partially strong gust of wind caught them in the back, unexpected, and as they toppled over the side a scream ripped through their throat.

It took them a moment to realize that they had not made impact with the ground, that rather, they were floating, flying, being carried across the lands.

"Fear not," A disembodied voice assured them, "I am Philza, the west wind. No harm shall come to you."

(y/n) remained terrified until they were at last gently set upon the soft grass of a meadow.

"Go now, explore your new home." Philza urged.

Slowly, (y/n) moved forward, gaping as a huge villa came into view at the other end of the valley. As they drew further up the path, more disembodied voices greeted them.

"What is this place?" They asked softly, looking around in amazement.

"Why do you wonder so much of this finery? It is your own, do go inside, and rest and bath, and then there shall be a great feast." A soft, breezy voice returned.

Hesitantly, they did, enjoying a fresh bath, and much food and entertainment, but slowly, as night began to fall, the gayety died away, and they were urged to get ready for bed.

Having changed into night clothes, and climbed into bed, the lights were dimed by unseen servants, and they were told, "Rest now dear, your husband shall arrive soon."

"My husband?" They asked, confused, but there came no answer.

They laid awake, anxiously, until footsteps sounded on the floor.

"Who are you?" They demanded.

There was a soft chuckle, "Worry not, sweet (y/n), I am not here to hurt you. A husband should never have such intentions with his betrothed."

"Who are you?" They asked again, shuffling away as a weight settled on the other side of the bed.

"Your wife," she repeated, "I must admit, I didn't think of the consequence you might have faced upon hearing that dreadful fake of a prophecy. My dear, I am sorry, but could find no other way to take you away from the prying eyes of some."

Slowly, he retold the story, of how he had fallen in love with them, for the way that they had carried their burden, and when she had heard the plans of many, that they had to get them away.

"Alas, my sweet, you may not know my name, nor may you ever be permitted to see me, for it might tear us apart. For that, I am sorry."

There was a note of sadness in his voice, enough to tug at something in (y/n)s chest.

~~

He had away-ed at dawn, long before (y/n) awoke, leaving them to their thoughts of what had happened that night.

The following days seemed to follow the same pattern, until soon a week had passed, and then the weeks began to blend into months.

Back in the kingdom, in which (y/n) had lived, word had reached their sisters of what had happened, and each day they began to gather at the spire, calling for them, wishing they hadn't disappeared.

But, their husband warned them, that even though (y/n) could hear there voices, they must never call back, and the sisters may never be allowed into the valley.

For some time, (y/n) worked to comply, but hearing the despair in their sisters voice wore them down slowly, to the point where even when they were remind of how cruel the women could be, they did not care, and only wanted to see them again.

It got to a point, where one day, after their husband had left, they slowly crept from the villa, and dashing across the valley, called to Philza, begging him to take their sisters to the valley.

"Are you sure, (y/n)?" He asked.

"Yes, please, I'd do anything to see them again!" They begged.

Reluctantly, Philza's winds carried the sisters to the valley, where (y/n) embraced them, "My sisters! Don't weep! I'm safe!"

They hugged them back just as tightly, before letting go and looking around at the valley, and the villa.

"You live here?" The eldest asked.

"Yes, it is my husbands villa." They replied with a smile, "Come, I'll give you the tour, and then we may walk the gardens."

As the siblings moved from room to room, and (y/n) gave their tour, the sisters became increasingly jealous.

They had been married to old men, hardly holding onto their titles as king, why should their little sibling get all of this?

Soon, they were seated in the garden, nibbling on the food the servants had prepared.

"You certainly live in luxury (y/n)." The middle sister remarked.

They nodded, "Yes, I suppose I do."

"How does your husband afford all this? What does he do?" The elder asked.

"Well..." They trailed off, thinking, "I'm not sure."

"You mean you don't know?"

Slowly, (y/n) explained what had happened, and their husbands conditions of never being seen.

"Oh (y/n), honey," she pulled a sympathetic face, "He's clearly hiding something from you, and such a shame, you being pregnant with his child."

They glanced down at their stomach, they weren't showing that much, were they?

"It might turn out to be a monster, for all you know. You've never even seen him."

"No! He's not a monster!" They insited.

The sisters continued to build up the idea of their husband lying, or disguising himself, both in a subtle agreement to ruin everything (y/n) had.

"he's not!"

Frowning, one sister leaned forward and patted her hand, "Maybe, but you don't know. Just to be sure, when he has gone to sleep tonight, light a lantern, and look at him, just to be sure."

"I think you should go." (y/n)s voice was hard, and soon Philza was returning them to the kingdom from which they had came.

Night returned, and along with it, their husband.

She had fallen quickly to sleep, though (y/n) lay awake, their sisters voices filling their mind.

What if they were married to a monster?

Slowly, shakily, they rose, and finding a lamp, carefully lit it, before turning to their wife's side of the bed.

In the flickering lantern light, (y/n) beheld their husband for the first time, dark brown hair falling in curls about their head, and large feathered flings pooling at her back.

They gasped in amazement, turning to find a set of quiver and arrows at the foot of the bed, suddenly it made sense. The bow, the inhuman beauty- they had wed the god of desire, Eret.

Some how, all at once, they fell in love, toppling over the metaphorical cliff they had stood near for sometime, as the lamp suddenly felt to heavy for their hands.

Shaking, they moved to set it down, but not before a drop of oil spilled, landing on the gods shoulder.

In a cry of pain, she awoke, and looked up at (y/n) with wide eyes.

Without another word, they stood, gathered their things and began to leave, as they had come flying through the open windows.

"No! Please don't leave! I love you!" (y/n) cried, seizing his arm.

"You fool!" He roared, dragging them along with her, "I risked everything! I went I against mine own mother! She told me to punish you! and yet I fell in love! I created all this! All of this just to get you away from her prying eyes!

"Now the magic is fading you poor poor fool! She will find you now! You won't have much time! You- you listened to your sisters didn't you! They wanted this! I told you to not listen to them! You lie! Regard me as some beast to peak on in the night!" At last they shook (y/n) off, and they went tumbling to the ground.

"No love can exist with out trust."

With that they flew away, leaving (y/n)s cries for her to stay. And Leaving (y/n) alone, so terribly alone.

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Logyn Meta: Loki & Sigyn’s relationship in the Marvel Comics

Photo Source (by Sexy-Salmon): https://lokisergi.tumblr.com/post/70164902295/siege-loki-problems-it-almost-looks-innocent

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Did you know Sigyn was in the Marvel Comics long ago? Did you know Loki had a wife? 

Oh...that’s probably because Marvel wanted you to forget their terrible writing mistakes concerning this great Norse Couple. 

Let’s dive into this exploration of history where the Marvel writers realized they fucked up on telling a perfectly good couples story, and in the process, setting off a spark of rebellion that caused some retconning and a group of fans to demand justice for both Loki & Sigyn -- not just as a couple, but as their own individual beings. 

#JusticeforSigyn #JusticeforLoki #JusticeforLogyn

Where it First Began (Meeting & Marriage of Lies):

In September of 1978, Thor #275 came out featuring the first appearance of Sigyn, Loki’s wife from Norse Mythology. She was introduced as a beautiful Asgardian Loki had randomly come across while looking into a crystal ball inside his castle, wanting to find some companionship to fill his loneliness. 

However, when Loki came with riches and jewels to offer her in exchange for her hand in marriage, Sigyn outright rejected him, stating she would never take someone as vile as him, even stating she was already engaged to an Asgardian Warrior part of Odin’s guard -- Theoric. 

Unable to accept this, Loki came up with a plan to have her fiancee killed during a mission, resulting in the Trickster taking on the disguise of Theoric in order to take Sigyn for his own. Despite having slightly suspicions of her lover being more romantic than before, Sigyn didn't notice that her lover wasn’t exactly who she thought he was.

Now comes the day of the wedding as Odin marries the happy couple. This was when Loki finally revealed his true self and what he had done. Odin tried to null the marriage, but it was against Asgardian law for even the High Father to do such a thing. Hence, Sigyn accepted her fate as Loki’s wife. This caused Odin to name her the Goddess of Fidelity. 

Where it’s Heading (Cargo of Incantation-Fetter’s Arms):

Loki being Loki, he did some shit that ended up with him being imprisoned in a tree by Odin, something that infuriated Sigyn, resulting in her trying to take control over Donald Blake to use over the All-Father as a way to free her husband from his punishment. However, it didn’t work out, resulting in a bunch of other crazy shit happening and putting Thor on their trail.

After Balder was killed, Loki was put on trials for his crimes and received yet another punishment that Sigyn had to protect him from -- having burden over the fact she was “the evil’s wife.” Just like the classic Norse tale, she holds a bowl over his head, shielding him from snake venom and leaving to empty it momentarily when it became full, resulting in Loki cursing her. 

Also, Loki and Sigyn had a child -- Narvi, but they died young, being used as the binding to imprison Loki (following the Norse myth too.) 

Some more crazy shit happens and now Odin has shackled Loki to Sigyn so he doesn’t cause anymore trouble. Loki of course is not pleased about this one bit. Having had enough of this, he went to Odin demanding to be released, only resulting in him being banished to an outpost. 

There Just Might be Hope????:

Some more shit happens again, resulting in Loki being stuck in an astral form and bound to a suit of armor so he could reside in Asgard thanks to Sigyn. A fight happens with Thor, Loki and Mephisto, putting Sigyn in danger. This is when for the first time ever, Loki ends up having a tender confession of love over Sigyn, asking Thor to save her since he could not.

It’s unknown if this is just Loki putting on an act or being real, but you know how the Trickster God can be. 

After the battle, while Loki had released Sigyn from her marital vows, his wife swore to always be there for him when he needed her.

And that’s the last we see of Sigyn’s regular appearance in the comics in 1996. She makes a cameo in Avengers: Unleashed #1 in 2019, but it’s nothing more than a flashback to her time of helping Loki. 

A Hypothesis & Notes on their relationship in comics:

The whole entire plotline consisting of Theoric and Loki killing him in order to obtain Sigyn is just something most of the fandom doesn’t like. Not only does it objectify Sigyn, but it makes Theoric a Pointless character to introduce anyway, only used as a tool for means in which Loki can get Sigyn, when honestly, he could have done so in a different way.

I like that they stick with Sigyn being the faithful wife of Loki (that’s who she is), but they honestly don’t give her any agency in this besides that trait alone. The writers don’t even let Sigyn be her own damn person! She is SO MUCH MORE than Loki’s loyal wife. SHE IS A FREAKIN GODDESS! I know there is more we can do with her.

Instead of pulling the ‘woe is me, my husband is evil and I’ll just go along with it’ card, something else could have been done. LIKE LITERALLY, ANYTHING ELSE! We know Loki can be a troublemaker, but Sigyn knows how to deal with his shit. She isn’t some damsel in distress here! It’s another reason Loki likes her.

Couples can bicker in times, it’s normal in marriages and relationships, but to have Loki whining about how much of a burden Sigyn is is just....WHY? I mean, you went after the woman and killed another guy for her. This is what you wanted! *shakes head at writers*

I will give them kudos though for some of the stuff near the end when Loki actually starts displaying his true feelings of love towards Sigyn. And sadly we only got a little taste of that...and we aren’t even sure if it was an act or Loki being real.

THE FACT THAT SIGYN ISN’T EVEN IN THE COMICS ANYMORE SINCE 1996. She’s only mentioned, but it’s just as a tale, not as an actual person who USED to be his wife. They literally killed her off. EXCUSE ME! #JusticeforSigyn (We’re still waiting for her in the MCU...)

NORSE MYTHOLOGY TIE-INS:

There were some moments in the comics between them that they writers took from Norse Mythology with them. Thought It’d be important to list.

Loki’s Punishment of snake venom dripping onto him while Sigyn holds a bowl to collect it and shield him.

Narvi being Loki & Sigyn’s son who was killed and his insides used to bind Loki for his punishment.

Sigyn being Loki’s wife. 

DIFFERENT WRITERS, DIFFERENT CHARACTERIZATION:

As is the case with everything out there, if you have different writers working on the same project, there is bound to be a difference of characterization and interpretation, resulting in OOC moments or just something completely different altogether. After researching and pondering on this subject, I FULLY believe this is what has happened with Loki & Sigyn’s relationship in the comics. Let’s take a look at the evidence I’ve found:

For the comics Sigyn’s creators were Roy Thomas, John Buscema and Tom Palmer. 

Loki’s creators for the comics were Stan Lee, Larry Lieber, Jack Kirby, Violet Barclay, and honestly, many others.  

My favorite quotes on them from the comics:

Wait? Despite the crappy writing, I actually have quotes I like from the comics? GASP! I call these the only positives from the comics of their relationship. 

“My Sigyn-- the love of my immortal life...” — Loki, Thor Annual Vol 1 #19

“Aye-- For only Sigyn, of all in the realm eternal, feels love for Loki. And among all Asgardians, only for Sigyn does Loki feel...” — Loki, Thor Annual #19

“Sigyn loves me-- just as she is the only thing in the nine worlds that I truly love.”— Loki, Thor #483

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Fandoms Wish for MCU & Future Appearance Justice:

Fans would like to see Sigyn make an appearance, not only in the MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe), but also the Marvel Comics once again. They would like to see Loki & Sigyn’s characters done justice with proper writing, especially regarding their relationship with each other. 

This is why there is plenty of fans out there writing Fanfiction, making Fanart, Roleplaying and even Cosplaying them, giving their interpretation’s of what their relationship would be like. This is THE VERY REASON this blog and @sigynappreciation​ was created to help spread awareness and unite fans who feel the same way. 

These characters are very near and dear to our hearts. Some of us even worship them in our religions. We would like to see their relationship grow and portrayed in a way that helps fill the pieces of the missing puzzle to how they came to be in Norse Mythology. 

CONCLUSION:

Although their relationship in the comics usually leaves fans grimacing, at least we got to have it explored. Who knows if Marvel will ever touch anything with them ever again, but at least it’s brought together a small community that continues to go strong -- and honestly, that kind of unity is what Loki & Sigyn would want. 

So imagine to your hearts content! Draw that fanart! Write those fanfictions! Dress up in that cosplay! Be those characters! But just remember, you have a family here to love and support you. 

SOURCES:

Sigyn’s info on Marvel Database: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Sigyn_(Earth-616)

Loki’s info on Marvel Database: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Loki_Laufeyson_(Earth-616)

Sigyn on Marvel Universe: http://www.marvunapp.com/Appendix/sigynthor.htm

Logyn on the Shipping Wiki: https://shipping.fandom.com/wiki/Logyn

Loki & Sigyn’s relationship through Media: https://www.alehorn.com/blogs/blog/norse-mythology-loki-and-sigyn

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History Bites Special: The Six Queens

This is the first in a long line of posts where I pick the best moments of history and the antics historical figures in order to give you inspiration for your WIP. Think of History Bites like prompts, only juicer and 90% accurate (results may vary) as I regale you with interesting tidbits about

On this day, Henry VIII died. Unlike last year, I won't be remembering Henry. We will be remembering the Queens and their achievements.

Katherine of Aragon was the daughter of Isabella of Castile, a power Queen Regnant. She lived to see the fall of the Moorish Empire in Spain and the treasures of the East Indies brought back by Christopher Columbus.

Katherine was almost wrecked at sea in her first journey to England. They fleet turned back and the second journey got her safely to England. The first thing she did was attend mass. During her journey, the King, Henry VII decided to go visit her early actually bursting into her chambers to see her.

After her first husband died, Katherine was proposed as a wife to his brother Henry. Her father refused to pay out her dowry, so the wedding was put off for years and years leaving Katherine in poverty as the King of Aragon and King of England basically had a pissing contest. Katherine sold off jewels in order to eat.

When Henry VIII went off to fight in France (another male ego pissing contest that achieved nothing), Katherine handed Scotland its biggest defeat in history. She led troops at Flodden, winning a battle where the Scottish King died. When she wrote to Henry as well as sending him the Scottish king's coat and banners, she mentioned that she had wanted to send the body of the king but the nobles were being pussies and said no. It may have been the shadiest letter of all the Tudor period.

Henry was actually terrified of what Katherine could do. When yelling at one of his advisers, he admitted that Katherine had a chance of beating him in battle. Katherine never did don armour and trample Henry in battle. A shame.

Anne Boleyn was two. Anne was raised abroad in the courts of France and the Netherlands. In the Netherlands, she served the shrewd Margaret of Austria who was fond of her. When Anne returned to English court, she was considered a catch because she was so clever and worldly.

Anne did catch the eye of another man, Henry Percy the son of the Duke of Northumberland. The two were deeply in love and it was rumoured that Percy was going to put aside his father's choice and marry Anne. Cardinal Wolsey broke it up and Anne was banished.

Anne was rather a deft hand at creating catchy and shady mottos. Her first was "Ainsi sera, groigne qui groigne,” which means “Grumble all you like, this is how it’s going to be".

Anne was quite sharp at times. She had her aunt, sister and the King's best friend banished from court. She wore yellow after hearing that Katherine of Aragon was dead, in a mockery of the Spanish mourning tradition. She ordered that the Princess Mary be stripped of her title and serve her own daughter as a maid.

Anne as quite determined. She held Henry off for seven years before agreeing to sleep with him, she stood up to him and the powerful men of the kingdom whenever they went against her and she saw the foundations of the Church of England being laid down due to her influence.

Anne also had a dog named Purkoy, who she adored. When the dog died, Henry had to tell her himself and she was distraught.

Jane Seymour was next. Jane is really debased as being pliant and rather dull when compared to Anne but Jane could be just just as bitchy. On the day Anne walked the scaffold to her death, Jane picked out her wedding clothes.

Jane reconciled Princess Mary and Henry. She acted as a catalyst in bringing them together. Henry yelled at her but in the end she had her way.

Jane begged for mercy for the rebels in the Pilgrimage of Grace. It was rather a ballsy move but she stuck to her guns until Henry reminded her of Anne's execution.

Anne of Cleves was four. Anne grew up in the Duchy of Cleves, her brother being the Duke and a member of the Protestant League. Anne was Henry's last choice of bride as he wanted a French Princess but they told him fuck off so his advisor Cromwell sent Hans Holbein, the court painter to paint the infamous portrait. Henry saw the picture and decided to marry her.

Like his father, Henry couldn't wait to see the bride. Dressing in disguise, Henry went to see Anne. He pressed a kiss on her and she recoiled. She hadn't a clue who he was. Henry left rather wounded, yelling that she looked like a horse and smelled bad.

Anne was oblivious that Henry was working against their marriage from day one. When speaking to her ladies, it became clear that nothing went down in the bedchamber. When she was sent away for her health, she was utterly flummoxed by a letter stating that their marriage was at an end. Anne wept but then picked herself up and took Henry to the cleaners. She got estate after estate from him and became the richest woman in England.

She survived all the Queens and Henry, living to see Mary I's ascension even riding in the coronation procession. She was particularly fond of Princess Elizabeth, even teaching her how to make pancakes so Elizabeth could care for herself.

Catherine Howard was five. She was just a child when Henry decided to chase her. He was not the first old sack of shit to molest (yes, it was. He and M*nnox were fucking wrong. Don't gimme that shit about the times.) Catherine was maid in waiting to Anne of Cleves when she was noticed by Henry. See a pattern here? And Catherine was Anne Boleyn's cousin to boot.

Catherine is usually portrayed as a flighty woman but in reality, Catherine could be quite kind. When hearing that old Countess Pole was in a draughty cell in the Tower, Catherine paid for clothes to be made for her to keep her warm.

When Catherine was in the Tower, she asked for the block to be brought to her so she could practice her execution. Before the axe fell, Catherine was rumoured to cry out, "I die a queen but I would rather die the wife if Culpepper," who was her alleged lover. It is probably myth but one can't help but wish she said it as a last fuck you to Henry.

Kathryn Parr was the last and certainly not least. She had been wed twice before Henry, her last husband dying only a few months before Henry began making eyes at her. Kathryn wanted to marry Thomas Seymour but out of duty married the King.

Kathryn ruled as Regent when Henry went off to France for ego reasons. She brought all the royal children together, mothering Elizabeth and Edward and acting as ally to Mary. She managed to convince Henry to reinstate the Princesses to the succession making them princesses again.

Kathryn was a reformer and scholar. She penned the first novel published by a woman in England. She studied theology, listening to sermons by the controversial preacher Anne Askew. Henry didn't like Kathryn questioning his opinions and drew up a warrant for her arrest. The warrant somehow found its way to Kathryn and she immediately went to Henry and began to repent all her "offenses" (her having an opinion). Henry forgave her. Kathryn was the only queen to survive Henry's displeasure and cling on to her position.

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What if... Hella was Loki's daughter

Hela's mother in the myths was Angrboða, who was Loki's first love in my continuity. She was also the mother of Fenris and Jörmungandr in the myths as well. Bearing those three gives her the mythological character archetype of "mother of monsters". Hela herself is given domain over Helheim and was called the Goddess of Death.

So, in an MCU continuity, you can imagine how that turns out for Kang's favorite chew toy.

Thank you for the ask!

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Loki looked up at the moon from the balcony. He couldn’t be in his room, he had to clear his head and having her around just made his head even foggier. It was a terrible choice. But there was only one right answer.

“Loki?”

He started, hearing Sigyn’s voice.

“Sorry, I…” He shook his head. “You’re not normally in the palace this late.”

“My father had asked me to deliver a message to yours,” she said. “Loki, is something the matter?”

He sighed, leaning on the railing.

“I suppose I should, everyone will know soon enough,” he said. “Boða’s pregnant.”

Sigyn blinked. “I… Congratulations.”

He nodded. “We didn’t plan to; we didn’t expect it. It just… happened.”

“Do you need help?” she asked.

“She wants the child,” Loki said.

“I meant with the wedding,” she said.

Loki paused. “Sigyn, I don’t know if I’m ready to get married.”

“You don’t have a choice,” she said. “Do you really want another child taken from you, pressed into service for your parents? Your brother?”

“This isn’t about Sleipnir,” Loki said.

“Any conversation with you about children is about Sleipnir,” Sigyn said. “You have to marry that girl. You can agree to it now at my urging, or I will go to your mother this instant, and you will do so at her orders.”

“Aren’t we a little old to be telling on each other?” Loki asked, almost grinning.

“This isn’t a game,” Sigyn said. “This isn’t some playground fight. This is about taking responsibility. You have to marry her.”

He looked away.

“I suppose I do,” he said.

“Loki, you love this woman, yes?” she asked.

“I’ve never felt like this about anyone before,” he said.

Sigyn bit back her tongue.

“Then everything will be fine,” she said. “She loves you, Loki. Enough that she wants to bear your child into this world. I’ve no doubt you will have a long and happy marriage.”

He smiled.

“You’ll be there, of course,” he said. “At the wedding? I couldn’t do this without my best friend.”

She gently shoved him.

“Of course I will, you idiot,” she said. “I’ll always be there for you.”

---

Angrboða’s breaths were short and shallow, but she held out her arms and Sigyn handed her the baby girl. Angrboða sighed at seeing the girl, her skin like ivory, her lips red as blood, and she already had a full head of ebony hair. Loki sat at her bedside, smiling at the two of them.

“Oh, she’s beautiful…” Angrboða said. “But so pale. Pale as death.”

Loki looked at his wife’s face. He could say the same about her.

“Loki,” Sigyn said. “A moment?”

“Of course,” he said.

He got up and walked with Sigyn to the far corner of the room.

“Her kidneys have failed,” Sigyn said. “Her body will be shutting down any moment.”

Loki shook his head.

“I’ve done everything I can,” she said.

“I’m sure,” he said. “You are the best at what you do, I’m sure if there was something, you’d have found it by now.”

“She hasn’t much time,” Sigyn said. “I can take the child if you’d like. Let you spend your last moments…”

Loki shook his head. “Hela should have every moment with her mother that she can.”

“All right,” Sigyn said. “I’ll let you have the room.”

Sigyn pulled the midwife from the room and Loki went back to his wife and child. Angrboða gently brushed Hela’s hair with her hand.

“She’s beautiful,” Loki said. “Just like her mother.”

Angrboða smiled sadly.

“I don’t have much time, do I?” she asked.

“I’m afraid not,” Loki said. “Sigyn wanted you to have as much time with her as you could.”

She looked down at her child. Hela started crying.

“Oh, don’t cry, little one,” Angrboða said quietly. “It’s only for a little while. For I will meet you at the gates of Valhalla, and we shall take our places together in your grandfather’s hall.”

Loki smiled through his tears. He brushed his wife’s hair aside and she looked at him.

“Don’t be alone,” she said. “You’re so lonely, all the time. I couldn’t change that, no matter how I tried. Find the one can, whoever it is.”

“I was never alone with you,” Loki said. “I love you, Boða. With all my heart.”

She shook her head. “No. Because then what do you have left for her?”

Hela fidgeted in the swaddling. Angrboða smiled. She handed their child to him, and he took her in his arms.

“Loki,” she breathed. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be,” he said. “There is nothing to fear. I’ll be here to the end.”

She sniffed, holding back tears.

A few minutes later, Loki left the room with his daughter in his arms. Odin and Frigga were waiting there. Sigyn stood.

“She’s gone,” Loki said.

Frigga covered her mouth. Odin nodded gravely.

“I’m sorry, my son,” he said.

Loki looked down at his child.

“This is Hela Lokisdóttir,” he said. “Princess of Asgard.”

Odin stood and walked over to his son. He looked at his granddaughter.

“I saw what they would call her,” Odin said. “The domain they would give to her.”

Loki looked to his father, a faint light of hope still in his face.

“They call her the Goddess of Death.”

The despair that washed over Loki was visible. Sigyn stood between Loki and his father.

“You need to leave, your majesty,” Sigyn said.

“Excuse me?” Odin said.

“There are things that I need to discuss with your son regarding his wife’s wishes upon her death,” Sigyn said. “I need the rooms clear so that we can properly deal with the body.”

Odin paused.

“My dear,” Frigga said. “We should go.”

“Very well,” Odin said.

“I will let you know if you are needed,” Sigyn said.

The king and queen left. Loki was left cradling his daughter in his arms.

“Thank you,” he said.

“His presence was detrimental to the health of my patients and the safety of my staff,” she said.

“Still,” he said.

“I do need to examine the child,” Sigyn said. “But I thought I would give you some time. However much you need.”

Loki paused. “Thank you.”

Sigyn bowed slightly. “Your highness.”

She picked up some papers from a folder on the door and left quietly. Loki looked down at Hela, who looked up at him with big, dark eyes.

“I suppose I should introduce myself,” Loki said. “I’m your father. And you will always know how much your mother loved you.”