#pretend married AU

[renshengs]

[reverse robins au] this too is a form of flirting

[magicicephoenix]

another round of @pillowspace whiteboard doodles of Them bc they are so so deep in my head

[thehoardofthegreatdragon]

was poking old satosugu fake marriage wip and thought I’d share

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“To be blunt, Getō-san, I don’t know how you can stand being married to him. Sure, he’s pretty enough, but he’s a dick.” 

Suguru paused, mid-bite. He waited for a heartbeat, for a slow and methodical second, for those words to make sense. They never did. Had he been religious, truly religious, he might have started praying for understanding, looked to a god higher than himself for knowledge. 

Instead he smiled, knife sharp, and tried not to remember the days when he’d thought about marrying Satoru. 

“Excuse me?”

The kid, Itadori, the one without cursed energy, waved hands before him. There was an earnest energy in every motion, and he had bright and happy eyes. They reminded Suguru of something, but he couldn’t place it, a sour flavor lingering just out of reach on his tongue. 

Suguru wanted to look away, so he smiled a little sharper. Itadori waved his hands faster. 

“No no, don’t be offended, you just seem—“

“You seem decent, and he’s Gojō,” the Zenin kid interrupted, voice flat and eyes flatter. He looked familiar too, but in a way Suguru could immediately place. 

Tōji’s face would be seared into his mind for the rest of his life, but that wasn’t the issue. 

What did they mean, married? 

“Hey! Gojō-sensei is a catch,” Itadori said. “I think. He is, right Kugisaki? Right?”

“Ah? Why are you asking me? Ask Fushiguro!”

“He’s a catch,” Megumi said, “but only if you are mad or stupid.” 

Suguru was beginning to feel a surreal disconnect from the table, as if it had sunk down and he’d floated up, caught on cursed energy and a reality where people thought he had married Satoru. 

If only he had married Satoru. 

“All sorcerers are fundamentally mad,” he said, instead of responding to their comments. 

[sonknuxadow]

sorry i dont really like the shadow is silvers dad theory/headcanon/whatever and part of the reason for it is that people keep presenting it as an actual thing that could be possible even though it makes no sense and all "evidence" people use to back it up is easily disputed

[seoafin]

how do u feel about polyau megumi referring to stsg as his mom’s husbands when he’s talking to someone else 🥸

I think megumi refuses to acknowledge stsg in any relation to you. in his mind you are single. stsg are the gay uncles that are there like occasionally.

[theladycarpathia]

Too soft for all of it

Harringroveweek prompt:  apocalypse one night stand

“This is just a one off, do you hear me, Harrington?” Billy says, tugging off his shirt. Steve hungrily tracks every inch of bare skin with his eyes. End of the world hookups can be lethal, filthy and downright disgusting, depending on who you do it with. And Hargrove may be an ass but he’s got form. A really, really nice one.

“I hear you,” Steve says, not really listening. Because he knows something that Billy doesn’t and it’s this - that once they’ve given into this constant, burning heat between them, they won’t be able to stop it from happening again. 

And Steve sure as hell doesn’t want to stop it. He’s probably fucking up by breaking the number one rule of apocalypse hook ups (aside from always use condoms and don’t have sex outdoors) and he’s breaking it hard. Don’t fool around with someone who can break your heart.

“Yeah, you’ve got that ‘I’m really taking it all in’ look,” Billy snorts. He begins unbuttoning his jeans, watching Steve’s slack jaw with pleasure. “Does Princess Nancy know that’s the look you get when she starts talking?” 

Okay, Steve really doesn’t want any images of Nancy right now. He drags his eyes up to Billy’s, pretending that he can’t hear the teeth of a zipper being dragged down. 

“Well, her battle strategy meetings are long,” Steve says defensively. Billy shrugs and lets his hands fall away, leaving just a glimpse of his boxers from behind the denim. Steve scowls.

“You’re still dressed,” Billy points out cheekily, tugging at the fabric of Steve’s shirt. “Thought you might want to catch up.” Steve grabs the hem of his shirt and yanks it over his head. It’s worth it to see Billy’s eyes go dark.

“Not bad, Harrington,” Billy says in a low voice and Steve reaches a hand around the back of his neck to pull him down. Billy’s bare flesh on his is like every dream come true and Steve slides his hand into the back of Billy’s jean pocket, desperate to pull Billy’s straining erection against his own. When their bodies align, Steve can’t help his moan into Billy’s mouth. If he’s not careful, he’ll come just like this.

“So, ‘fess up,” Billy says, pressing his mouth against Steve’s bare throat. “How long have you wanted this?”

“Who says I have?” Steve retorts, although any bravado is lost in a helpless pant as Billy drags his teeth along the delicate curve of Steve’s neck. 

“I think you have,” Billy purrs and Steve wonders if Billy can hear the furious pounding of Steve’s heart. Maybe he can feel it when they’re pressed so tightly together.

But Billy will have to earn any admission from Steve. He’s not that pathetic.

Oh, but he knows he is. He’s weak with love, has been ever since the day that Billy and his group of survivors arrived at their camp. Hopper had been a little less than thrilled initially with the van of assorted teens from California. He’d been a little more thrilled with Joyce Byers arriving with them though. 

Their camp is pretty small, walls surrounding what had been the small cul-de-sac built out of whatever they could find. Chicken wire, old bits of fencing, metal sheeting. They’d closed everything off and shut down the road. No one got in or out.

And for a while things had been rough. They didn’t quite know what they do now about infection, supplies, and how to travel safely. They lost a few along the way, but they learned. 

What they did learn was not to trust strangers. Strangers could be infected, they can lie, they can shoot you in the back over your supplies if they want to. Benny had learnt that one the hard way and he’d been a good man. They hadn’t even been able to bury him. 

So when a convoy was spotted a few streets over, tensions had been high. People don’t come into Hawkins, not when it’s too small to be of any use. The woods and farms surrounding the more urban areas are prime space for the undead. No one risks coming through that if they don’t have to.

But this group had. Joyce Byers had been born here, actually went to school with Hopper way back when. Hopper had nearly been ready to turn them all away until he’d seen her. Apparently she’d left her scumbag ex when her kids were young and never looked back. And while they were in California, they picked up a few extras. Alone with so many kids, Joyce had taken the risk to return to where she knew.

Billy had pulled himself out of the driving seat, cigarette tucked behind his ear, gun strapped against his leg and Steve had been ruined right then and there. 

And now finally, six months later, Billy had finally noticed. Or maybe he’d finally stopped pretending he hadn’t noticed.

“You’re a little obvious about it,” Billy says, sitting back on his haunches to work at Steve’s jeans, his long, clever fingers easily undoing the assorted buttons. Steve flushes. Fuck. Robin’s been telling him for weeks that he’s too open about how he stares at Billy. People occasionally make the odd comment about Murray and Alexei spending too much time together but this isn’t high school. The normal rules seem to go out of the window when every day is about just surviving.

Even so, Robin had warned him about people talking. It couldn’t lead to anything good, in a community this small. 

“It’s alright,” Billy says, and the press of his palm against Steve’s dick is enough to set his skin on fire. “I liked it.”

Steve jerks his head up, half expecting Billy to be giving him that annoying grin, the one that’s full of cockiness and teeth. But instead, Billy’s eyes are soft and a little hopeful. 

“In fact,” Billy continues, shifting so he can pull Steve’s jeans down his legs and tug them right off. Steve’s still in his boxers, but he’s never felt more vulnerable. There’s something about the warm tilt of Billy’s mouth, the way he’s looking at Steve from under his eyelashes. Billy had swaggered up this evening, like he owned the place, like all he had to do was snap his fingers and have Steve fall into his bed. Now Steve wonders how much of that was just for show, because this Billy is one he’s never seen.

Steve’s possibly not the only one who’s been looking. 

“I like it a lot,” Billy continues, shimmying out of his own jeans. He kicks them aside and crawls back up Steve’s body, curling his fingers into Steve’s hair like they belong there.

“Ass,” Steve mutters, even as he tries to roll his hips against Billy’s. Billy just grins. There’s an attractive flush to his skin, a haze over his eyes. Steve kind of wants to see that look on Billy’s face tomorrow morning too.

“It’s a great ass,” Billy says helpfully. “I don’t blame you for looking.”

“I wasn’t looking that much,” Steve grumbles, annoyed at being caught out. It’s a risk caring about someone but people seem to manage it. Steve thinks about how very human it is to find love in a world of blood and teeth and death. Hopper and Joyce. Murray and Alexei. Nancy and Jonathan. 

“Sure, pervert,” Billy rumbles, mouth trailing against Steve’s bare skin. For someone who insisted that this was just fucking, just something to take the edge off, he’s being too soft. He’s treating Steve like glass and it’s something Steve could all too easily get addicted to.

“Just this once, huh?” Steve says, glad that he’s this close to Billy’s bright blue eyes. He can count every lash, see the pale scar across his right eyebrow. He’s still not sure how Billy got it - the story changes every time. Somehow, Steve doubts that Billy got it in a one-on-one tussle with a zombie.

There’s a flicker in Billy’s eyes, ever so briefly uncertain. Like he’s taking Steve’s words at face value. Steve slides his hands around the curve of Billy’s back, feeling along every nub of his spine. Waiting. Hoping.

“Yeah,” Billy breathes finally, sliding his fingers beneath Steve’s waistband. Steve decides then and there that he doesn’t mind this strange mutual lie they have going so long as Billy’s fingers are just rubbing against his hip bones like that. It feels like a long night of aching muscles and sweat along his spine and bruises sucked into his collarbone ahead of them. “Yeah, just this once.”

[gallonsoblood]

GAY OLD MEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is super rough Im so sorry

@eddsworld-the-masquerade

Also the first speedpaint ive ever posted on tumblr hello hi

[jasontoddiefor]

LTIT Isekai Anon here this is just a potential idea and honestly if you do anything with what I sent previously I’d be on my knees before you ready to sell my soul but like picture if you will, and feel free to pick and choose anything from this deranged thought of mine:

I imagine the backstory starts off a lot like canon where Euihyun has a shitty, abusive father and a four year brother he is raising the best he can and a mountain of debt his father only adds to-up until he and his brother get run over by a truck that didn’t see Euiyoung crossing the street and Euihyun failed to shove his brother out of the way and so instead they both get hit instead of one or the other and-

Euihyun and Euiyoung both get reincarnated and isekai’d into a romantic fantasy omegaverse novel that he barely remembers the plot of but read because there had been nothing else to do because a customer left the book behind and he had downtime on his job so Euihyun doesn’t have grand plans or schemes up until he realizes he’s the side character offhandedly mentioned in an impoverished noble family that gets ruined by debt and he’s played this song and dance before and he’s not doing it again, he’s getting the hell out dodge even if he doesn’t have a coin to his name…and oh look there’s a conveniently passed out rich looking dude injured in the woods while he’s about to make his escape with Euiyoung in tow and fine he’ll put it off for a couple days to heal this dude and get some money as a reward. Enough to get him and Euihyun a nice home, maybe one by the sea. He is not aware that he is fully shattered the original plot of the novel beyond repair. Nor does he fully remember anything how this omegaverse thing works, but I’m sure that won’t have lasting consequences on him.

Northern Grand Duke Taeju is a man who’s parents have been on his back to get married to the point it’s slowly driving him to madness and then he’s nearly murdered and the only reason he doesn’t die is because this omega with one of the best scents he’s ever smelled nursed him back to health and is now demanding money for it, so he makes a deal: have a contract marriage with him for a few years and he’ll pay more than enough for him and his brother to live a comfortable life. This will not backfire on him at all. This will not get him attached at all. He’s definitely not going to turn into a horny, pining mess of a simp at all.

(I’m not saying Euihyun is pregnant before the year is out but-)

Euiyoung is 4 so he like barely knows what’s going on and accepts the explanation they are in a new world without technology and they can’t ever tell anyone about their original world pretty easily because it wasn’t like he was using cars or cellphones or really understood electricity and this world has a pretty decent magical substitute, and he likes this new man that took them away from their cruel father and means he can spend all his time with his brother, and he’s vibing for the most part because him and hyung dying after getting hit by that truck was just a bad dream that absolutely wasn’t real and Euihyun doesn’t have nightmares about at all.

Anyway Euihyun finds himself in a mansion bigger than his wildest dreams with an army of servants prepared to wait on his every need with a husband that is thankfully disinterested in him beyond a public show and he’s still on edge, they’ll be leaving here soon enough, just when the contract ends, and it’s cold but not as cold as an apartment without heat and threadbare clothes compared to the warm fireplace and thick furs and hot tea and hot chocolate always available and Euiyoung looks so happy playing in the snow, fed and warm and happier than Euihyun has even seen him and that is enough that maybe is enough for him to lower his guard around the contract husband who’s definitely not going to try and seduce him via immaculately pampering and spoiling his beloved baby brother. That would be ridiculous.

But maybe I’m just crazy

anon if you are i'm joining you <3

and this is SO good. i am obsessed. 10/10.

I can only imagine Taeju waking up like "where the fuck am I" and like. It's a nicer noble house but it for sure has seen some better days and is definitely not the forest he was hunting uuh a demon in? got nearly assassinated at in? something like that.

And then he meets his maybe-kidnapper-maybe host, who serves him a meal that seems less "you're sick so here you go" and more "we didn't have any more vegetables" and also what is a young lord doing serving a guest instead of a servant?

There are no servants, he learns a little later, as the head of the house is gone and funds have run out and all that's left is his definitely-host, who, rather conveniently he thinks, is of marriagable age, and his prospective-fiancé's little kid brother.

(The kid seems rather distressed that he lost his favorite toy? Some kind of lion from a show? Taeju is not aware of any theater shows with lions but he's also not interacting with children on the regular. But the kid babbles a lot at him while his genius-plan brother is gauging the prices of things to sell in the mansion.)

So once he's all healed up, and before his family can start tracking him down, Taeju pitches this: I need a spouse, just for year or two so my parents will shut up about me being single. I'll pay off your debt in turn. If I die before we divorce, you'll be paid handsomely. How about it?

And Euihyun, desperate, but not fucking stupid says, "yeah right" and "if you can't pay me now, just drop some coin off tomorrow" but does not actually expect this gesture of goodwill to pay off. He should've just taken rich guy's coat and sold it in the next village over.

"Tomorrow then," our dear bastard agrees and does show up the next day, in the carriage with the grand duchy's seal, pretending for all his servants to see that he fell in lust love at first glance with his sweet omega savior.

oh man anon im gonna have to re read the manhwa I remember like nothing about what exactly taeju's family and structure was like. besides that his dad is hilarious

[queenbananya]

Fake dating AU with a happy ending

[baylardian-1]

he ordered the special kiss not the regular stuff

[sibylsleaves]

I’m convinced season 6 of the x-files is just the fanfic season

[kanerallels]

AHA YOU DID PUT THE ASK GAME BACK UP

I humbly request something with Saville and Galen because my beloveds 🤲

I DID and took so long to respond to this lol. But! Since you didn't specify an AU I decided to explore a concept I came up with in the shower the other day: Valiant Cinderella au (featuring Ever After vibes, The Flight Of Swan characters, and one subtle reference to my liveblog)

I’d only taken my eyes off of Will for a second. We were in the market— he and I and Corbin, my stepbrother who hadn’t been convinced to hate me, despite my stepmother’s best efforts.

Will was family too, after a fashion. I’d found him, just a street urchin fighting dogs for food, and brought him home under the guise of a servant. Really, I’d just wanted to keep him safe, even if I couldn’t protect myself.

He was a hard worker, but too eager to rush ahead. I’d only looked away to barter for bread for a minute— one minute! And then I heard his voice shouting my name, and turned to see soldiers dragging him away.

King Eldin was supposedly a weak king, weaker than his hard-headed brother had been. He wasn’t a bad man— but he was easily manipulated, a fact that had been taken advantage of by Lord Leymonn, one of the top advisors in the castle. And Lord Leymonn had little tolerance for the parentless urchins wandering the streets. Which Will wasn’t— but clearly the soldiers didn’t know that.

Dropping my basket, I bolted towards the soldiers, ignoring Corbin shouting for me to be careful. I couldn’t let them take Will. I couldn’t.

The soldiers were shoving him into a cart as I approached, heart pounding with terror. I hated being scared, and that fueled me enough to shout, “Stop! What are you doing?”

The two soldiers paused, one still keeping a firm grasp on Will’s arm as the two of them looked at me. The older of the two, brown eyed with a beard, lifted an eyebrow at me. “Arresting this thief.”

“He is not a thief,” I protested, glaring at them. “Do you arrest all children you see because you suspect they may be thieves? He’s a servant in my stepmother’s household. Let him go.”

“Lord Leymonn has ordered that street urchins—”

“Hang your Lord Leymonn,” I spat out, and was surprised to see a look of amusement cross the older man’s face. The younger looked affronted, and was opening his mouth to respond when a third voice cut through our conversation.

“Orion, Hayden, what’s going on here?”

I turned, ready to fight— and the words shriveled up in my mouth.

Fine Coat. Sky above, it was Fine Coat— the noble who I’d met six months earlier on the road to Reggen, traveling back home with my father. Before he’d remarried a witch woman and then fallen ill, leaving me in her hands.

He wouldn’t remember me. He couldn’t. No matter how much I may have annoyed him at the time.

“Lord Verras,” the younger man said, straightening a little. “We’re arresting this street urchin. Lord Leymonn’s orders— we’re to keep the streets as free of thieves as possible, sir.”

“He’s not a thief,” I broke in, my fear for Will overwhelming my fear that Fine Coat would know who I was. “He’s a servant in my stepmother’s household, and he wouldn’t steal anything.”

“He’s a street rat,” the younger guard said.

“He’s a child,” I snapped, glaring at him. “Or is that an instant sign of guilt in the eyes of your precious Lord Leymonn?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lord Verras and the older man exchange a look that I couldn’t read. Hardening my heart against fear, I turned towards him. “He’s just a child. He hasn’t done anything, you can’t arrest him. Or have the nobles already forgotten what justice is?”

The younger guard gaped at me, as shocked by my audacity as my pounding heart was. Lord Verras regarded me, with eyes that almost seemed to look through me. I held myself straight, refusing to look away. I wouldn’t back down.

“You have such a low opinion of our royalty?” His voice was calm, curious.

“I have a low opinion of anyone who would lock up a child,” I told him, and he nodded.

“Fair enough. Release the boy.”

“But Lord Leymonn will—”

“I will deal with Leymonn,” Lord Verras said, and I didn’t miss the look the two guards exchanged. The older one nodded to his companion, who let go of Will’s arm.

He scrambled free, tumbling into my arms, and I pulled him close, trying to hide my trembling. “Thank you,” I told Lord Verras.

“You were right,” he said simply. “If the boy hasn’t done anything wrong, he deserves to go free.” He paused, frowning a little. “It’s rare to see someone around these days who’s so willing to speak up against one of the king’s advisors. Particularly among the nobility.”

I almost snorted. “I’m no noble.”

He didn’t seem surprised, just curious. “Really? You mentioned your stepmother’s household.”

Internally, I cursed. I was supposed to be a nameless servant, not the daughter that witch didn’t want. If I let anything slip about her, or her plan, Will and I were done for, to say nothing of my father. And despite our differences, it was my responsibility to protect him.

Though if it came down between him and Will, I’d hand him over in a heartbeat.

Lord Verras was still watching me with those keen eyes, waiting for an answer I didn’t know how to give. “Um. I—”

“Saville!”

Corbin was heading my way, holding the basket I’d dropped, his frown deep. For a brother who wasn’t blood, he was plenty protective, and his scowl deepened at the sight of Lord Verras. Glancing between me, him, the guards, and Will, he seemed to put together the pieces. “We should get home,” he told me. “Mother won’t be pleased if we’re out too late.”

“Saville?” Lord Verras’s voice was quizzical, and I saw a furrow appear between his brows. He’d realized something was off, or familiar, and my heart lurched.

Time to go.

Grabbing Will’s arm, I said, “Thank you for your help,” and forced myself to walk away, not run. Despite the urge to do so, twisting in my chest. It was time to get away from this nobleman and his eyes that saw far too much.

I didn’t breathe easy until there were several yards and a few turned corners between me and him, and Corbin gave me a confused look. “Who was that?”

“Someone who met me on the way here,” I told him. “Someone who could find out who I am, and destroy your mother’s plan.”

Scowling, Corbin muttered, “If only he would.” A heartbeat later, remorse smoothed away the scowl, and he shot me an apologetic look. “Sorry. I know you’re as stuck as I am.”

“At least I don’t have to marry any princess.” Breathing deeply, I glanced at Will. “Are you alright?”

Nodding, Will said, “Are we in trouble, Sir?”

Shaking my head, I said, “I don’t think so.” As long as we don’t bump into Lord Verras again. With any luck, that would be the last I saw of him.

[finedinereception]

I'll bite how do You plan To endear teh character that for some is the most hateable (patience)

I do trust in your ability so i'm rether curious

im expanding on some of her implied traits and making her have to come to terms with her own issues!

in short, patience comes off as somebody whos actually very clingy and almost insecure. she takes rejection from friends pretty personally and becomes listless and depressed during the elements arc. these are traits i like a lot and wanted to expand upon, because when i was a kid i really loved patience.

i also wanted to get some utility out of her, so her biz is getting an arc between elements and the gum war. itll help me get betty and simons prismo wishes off the table and ill be using it to resolve bettys conflicts with pb, as well as further address bettys relapse into bad habits in stakes. plus, itll be a nice adventure for betty and ice king.

basically, patience uses her wish from prismo to create a reality where the other elements agreed to get in the time capsule with her. like many prismo wishes, it ends up in abject misery, and betty is able to have a moment of compassion for her, seeing a lot of her own self-destructive behaviors in patience… a reflection in a funhouse mirror, if you will. so she uses her wish to enter patiences new reality and confront her. ice king uses his to follow.

the point is to drag patience all the way to rock bottom. theres nowhere left to run away from her problems. because the only way this woman would ever sit down and actually talk about her issues is if theres no place left to hide from them.

pb uses her wish to get them out in the end, finally accepting the olive branch bettys been offering for a long time.

patience does not get off scott free. pb forgives but does not forget, and while she accepts patiences help in the war, shes at most simply polite around patience. marceline doesnt forgive her, flat out, and avoids her as best she can. redemption isnt just realizing you have problems, its working on them, so patience becomes a supporting character, traveling a lot to see the world and improve herself and her own issues. she and betty are friends, but usually only talk over the phone, since marcy really does not like her.

also she stays funny and deranged. its like her best traits shes so good for levity.

[dunadaan]

i'm thinking about the time 4 years ago when i was rping with a girl and we shipped blackwall from da:i and créa and it was fun until her personal life exploded and ended our friendship. and right in the middle of that i had gotten a commission of our characters...and by the time the sketch came back from the artisti was like. welp. i dont even talk to that person anymore. but ill still pay you for this commission bc you worked hard on it and it really is beautiful

so now i have this really pretty commission for a ship i dont even ship anymore and have never posted anywhere LMFAO

[chellodello]

Ok ok so Circa Navigata is my 15th century Spanish court AU that absolutely no one but me asked for. So my thought process is that there is a criminal lack of fic where Zim arrives on earth at a different time period.

So in this world, it’s about 500 years earlier and Zim is sent to earth not as an invader, but as a surveyor because someone had a scope out all those planets for Operation Impending Doom, right?

Through a series of events, he ends up crashing on earth and is discovered by Dib, who is a noble’s son in this universe and who is obsessed with ditching Europe and exploring what is beyond the sea.

Of course even in this time period no one believes Zim is an alien.

[p2iimon]

drawing more furry fnaf art. yknow just to keep you posted. i love posting in the tags sorry these ones got away from me