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kneelingshadowsalome · 3 months

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The other day I was reading about the “mail-order brides” during the Gold Fever/Gold Rush in USA. Men ordered/purchased a wife via mail, and one of the many reasons some of them did that was because of loneliness, and I couldn’t help but think “yep, that would be König”. Just imagine him living alone in his farm or ranch, he only goes to town once a month to buy essential supplies, hides his face, and barely socializes with folks. But deep inside he is just a lonely man who desires a family, and a woman to call his (and one who can help him with his… needs) But he is socially inept, so he takes the easy route and orders himself a wife, that way he doesn’t have to bother with interacting with other people and gets himself a pretty wife

Oh my god 💞

König wanting to wed and bed her the minute she arrives by train... She thought he would court her for a while before they marry, she thought they would do this decently, that they would get to know each other first, she’d rent an apartment from the small town and then decide if she wanted to live with him…

But he says everything’s settled, he already took care of everything, they’re getting married today and spend their wedding night in the saloon before leaving for his settlement tomorrow.

She’s too bewildered to even speak, so it's no wonder she gets herded to the altar right away, a pretty, meek little bride is just what König ordered! Gets wed to this giant hulking gold digger while still wearing her traveling clothes, the priest only looks drunk and bored as she peeps her vows. The man she's now wed to looks down at her with unbridled affection and curiosity, but soon enough, she catches him eyeing her waistline, her bust, the corset she wears feeling tighter still by his indecent stare.

He's far from a gentleman, and dresses like a weather-worn cowboy, and she suspected as much from the way he wrote and how unpolished his handwriting was. But at least he seems kind. If anything, he's smitten that she’s not some old hag who deceived him by claiming to be an unmarried young lady, that she is everything and more he wished for based on the few letters they exchanged.

The wedding is over in a few minutes, and there’s no coffee and cake, no party under some big tree, no relatives or friends to congratulate her on her wedding day. There’s only this huge, intimidating man who looks at her like she just dropped down from heavens, his eyes slowly sparking aflame with both softness and lust.

He takes her to the saloon to eat, and then she finds herself in a greasy little room upstairs, changing into her white nightgown, getting ready to sleep and only sleep, but her nightmare of a day is not over yet. Her hand flies over her mouth, she nearly screams as she turns around and finds this horrible man of lowly European descent thoroughly naked behind her.

She’s in so much trouble, that much was certain from the minute he saw this man, but seeing his… equipment in the dim candle light of the old saloon is too much after everything she's gone through. She's verily about to faint.

It’s just her luck to dream of adventures and a happy, exciting new life and then find herself thrown into the arms of some barbaric, foreign giant... He said he’s looking for a companion in life and hinted at being a little lonely, but men who wish to court a lady don’t do it like this: by dragging them to the altar and then presenting their cocks to them before even two hours have passed!

The rowdy noise of cancan downstairs is a filthy backdrop to seeing a naked man for the first time in her life, and she never knew male parts could be so... big. Or jumpy. Or leaky... This man is clearly serious about this commitment, and thinks there’s no need to get to know each other, she’s his wife now and they need to consummate the marriage right away.

He’s breathing heavily while grabbing that weeping weapon in his fist, telling her she’s more beautiful than he ever even imagined. He pleasures himself slowly while watching her try to cover herself in her thin, faintly translucent gown, and she still can't find any words – the man is behaving like a scoundrel or a highwayman, not at all like the sharp dressed, eloquent gentlemen she's grown used to in the city. The slick sounds of lewd fapping are accompanied by moans of how she’s the answer to all his prayers, and her hair stands on end, she feels like she’s walking on tar here in the distant frontier with nothing but greedy men and drunken brothel keepers around her, now face to face with a giant, throbbing cock out of all things...

She coldly orders him to sleep on the floor while she takes the bed – she’s not letting this nasty, hairy beast near her anytime soon, not when she still has her wits about her. Defeated when she won’t let him “consummate their love” tonight, the man withdraws to sleep on the floor with a sullen groan and a long sigh.

She never sleeps a wink that night in fear of finding him by her side, groping his way through her dress, but to her surprise this man only snores on the floor as if he's used to sleeping there.

Civilization is far away when he leads her to his shack the next day and shows her the first small specks of gold he has found, apologizing for the state of his abode so unkempt and unclean. She has to give it to him that he's indeed kind and doesn’t want to make her suffer unduly, because the table and the bench are wiped in a hurry before she sits down, as if she’s a queen visiting a humble subject. He makes her a bath next to the fire and washes in the water after her, giving her flirty, promising smiles throughout the whole splashy ordeal.

Before long, the giant cock is presented to her again as the man excitedly waits for permission to take her, telling her he has never seen anything like her, that she makes his heart run wild.

The only thing running wild in her sour opinion is his cock, bouncing up and down from the need to be inside her, nearly leaking seed on the floor she suspects she has to wash and scrub tomorrow anyhow as his wife. Evening after evening, she rejects his advances, but after a week or two, her will breaks.

She tells herself it’s only out of pity that she lets him finally crawl over her and lift her gown, that it’s only to stop the man from spiraling into madness that she allows him to test how nicely that thick, leaky cock glides through her folds.

“You’re wet, Sonnenschein,” he pants with happy excitement when she notices her swollen, sloppy state, then plunges his cock deep into his wet little prize with a filthy moan. He tells her she’s tight and hot, and takes her like she’s some kind of an angelic whore, falls panting all over her breasts when he’s sated and done, says that she’s his salvation and that he’ll do anything to make her feel at home here.

She feels exactly like a desperate mail order bride, lured here with the promise of a good life and gold, but when she starts to wait for him to come home instead of dreading the end of the day, that's when her hell truly begins.

It just won't do to start wanting him, to trick her heart to be content with whatever this is. To enjoy his "love" would be even more shameful than anything else so far. The truth of the matter is that she's tormented by a lustful, wild man who takes her on her knees or on her stomach like an animal while moaning about how tight she is, how soft she is, how he can’t concentrate at work because of her.

But when he groans that he loves her just before he cums, she feels a distant sting near her heart, a burst of a small bonfire somewhere in her gut from his words. Far from romantic, but so authentic and pure they’re ripped out of him with a pathetic, cry-like moan.

And just when her heart is about to turn and grow full with softness, he barges in and takes her standing, needy after work, deciding that she looks far too alluring while stirring the stew over the fire. His sunshine of a wife waiting for him with warm food and a soft little cunt, it's exactly like it was always meant to be in his dreams... He’s kind and attentive, but doesn’t know a thing about ladies and that they’re not supposed to be taken by the fire like this, but the dramatic pout on her lips turns into a helpless grimace before this animal has given her three full thrusts.

And it’s only by accident, she tells herself, that it happens. It’s only a coincidence that she finds herself short of breath and shivering, then crying with pleasure from the way his cock sails inside her, hasty and needy as if she’s nothing but a momentary relief for this man.

But she knows she’s far from that. He always stays after the hurried lovemaking – if you could call it that – swallows and tells her things that are supposed to be sweet, perhaps. He whispers loving nonsense in her ear with a stupid, quivering voice, tells her that she’s so tight he’s about to lose his mind. That she brightens up his life and makes this shack a home, a palace, even. That he wants to give her children and grow old together.

She prays the heavens to save her from such a future, but when she accidentally comes with his cock inside her, the man breaks down entirely. Repeats the awful, pathetic “I love you” until he comes, too, and sounds like a man who's getting his sould ripped apart from his bones. It’s sinful lunacy what he’s doing to her in that shack, and dares to sprinkle it with love out of all things, and she doesn’t know if she hates him, or if she loves him too.

Annulling this marriage is nearly impossible, and the sooner he gets her pregnant, the sooner she’s even more trapped, just like the poor rabbits this man lures into the snares placed around the shack. He spends every little speck of gold to buy her silks, satins and gowns, proper woolen scarves and soft little leather shoes, gives her a gentle kiss every morning before he leaves to wash gold. Every evening after meal, he praises her cooking skills and then takes her on the creaking old bed like she's a common whore. The silly, girlish dreams of being whisked away by a mysterious, romantic gentleman are somewhere far away when this giant spills his seed inside her with a thick, arduous groan, then proceeds to cover her in kisses too sweaty and hot.

“I know you don’t love me,” he whispers between the one-sided sucking and nibbling that’s about to make her cry. “But I will make you happy... I swear it, on my life.”

She can only stare at the ceiling, filled with the dancing flames of the fire as he falls asleep with his cock still inside her, the soft snore on her breasts both happy and sad.

#könig x you #könig smut #könig x reader #mail order bride #gold rush au #könig angst

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arlenianchronicles · 1 year

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Have some more Beren-Lúthien-Finrod from @allthatglittersisnotgoldrush! I decided to finally get my design ideas for Beren and Lúthien down, and I ended up including Finrod too, just to complete the trio of portraits loll XDD

I tried to keep Beren’s clothing simple; it’s very loosely inspired by the Pacific Northwest tribes, and I also looked at a bunch of vintage photo portraits of Indigenous peoples to get a general feel for that time. And I couldn’t help but include Beren’s braids again ^^;; I imagine the first painting is after he’s grown his hair out, so Finrod offers to braid it for him (whereas the second painting is during his time in Doriath)!

For Lúthien’s Spanish-inspired dress, I remembered this line from Tolkien: “He peered between the hemlock leaves / And saw in wonder flowers of gold / Upon her mantle and her sleeves ...” So I figured that either Melian or Lúthien could’ve sewn the flowers on! One of these days I’ll give Lúthien a more Chinese-inspired design with some lovely gold flower patterns <333

Last is Finrod! I actually don’t have much to say about him loll But his vest is from Pharmakós, and his frock coat is just one for travelling that I imagine he wore on the way to Doriath XDD

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allthatglittersisnotgoldrush · 4 months

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Almost 5 years since I hopped on a plane for a single weekend’s holiday in NYC, purely to meet up with two friends in person for the first time and to go see the traveling exhibition of Tolkien’s artwork and manuscripts (also in person for the first time)! It was in the giddy high after exploring the exhibit (a religious experience tbh) that TolkienGirl first jokingly suggested “a western Silmarillion” and the rest, as they say, is history.

Happy birthday, Professor, and thank you for everything!

#Tolkien day #gold rush au #the silmarillion

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abadpoetwithdreams · 1 year

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A bby Mae

#me ‘be kind to him 🥺’#also me ‘no’#silm art #maedhros #the silmarillion #gold rush au #happy birthday e & m

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lesbesapphic · 2 years

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Sooo yea I'm not doing the best right now😣 I'm mostly bedridden, and not cuz I'm tired or lazy I just don't have the mental energy to step out of bed and do anything and it sucks😞 soooo idk i you have time or anything but it'll be cool if you can write maybe a dabble of a reader that just doesn't want anything anymore? I just need some cheering up I don't really mind if it Natasha orrr Wanda from any AU really🥺 (kinda messy ask but eh)

👻

Heyy! I totally understand how you feel. I don't have motivation to do anything either these days. College is killing me. Yet i have to get up every morning for it and next week (Monday) is my birthday, I don't even feel motivated for that.

I hope you feel better soon. If not you can always talk to me. I hope this little drabble of Gold Rush makes you feel better. I wrote it the moment i got back from college instead of taking a nap but it is worth it if you feel better. Take care.

PS- I hope the app thing works out for you. Do try it.

Tired

Gold rush au

Warning - tired reader, fluffy.

You groaned and turned to your side, hiding your face in the pillow when Natasha pulled the curtain back to let the sunlight in. You don't know her obsession with sunlight and waking up early but you assumed it came with age and responsibilities.

Yes you were going to call her old.

You felt someone laying down next to you and from the sweet fragrance, you can tell it was Wanda, freshly out of the shower. You moved closer to her and draped your arm on her only to pull back immediately at the coldness, "What?" Wanda laughed out.

"You are cold." You answered, your voice muffled as you face was buried in the pillow to avoid the bright light. Why did the sun decide to shine so bright?

"Which you should be as well once you decide to shower." Natasha butted in and you head clinking of dishes next to you on the side table, assuming it is the breakfast.

"I dont wanna.." You replied and hummed in content when Wanda started running her fingers through your hair, gently working her way to the ends.

These days you weren't feeling productive at all. Wanda and Natasha both had noticed this, at first they didn't intervene to give you your own space and hoping you would get back on track and just needed someone rest but now things have piled up and you were even more exhausted just by thinking about all this. Wanda nodded slowly at Natasha and watched as Natasha gently helped you up.

You resisted at first then let her had her way knowing they wouldn't let you go without eating your breakfast, "Come on, let's have breakfast." Natasha said as she placed the small foldable table on the bed, placing the plate of pancakes on it as well as Wanda's black coffee, "Thank you." Wanda moved forward when Natasha leaned in to place a kiss on her lips before placing one on your forehead. You couldn't help but give a light smile.

"Not feeling good again?" Natasha asked you as she took a sip of her own coffee, watching as you slowly cut your pancakes before Wanda decided to do the job for you which you were more than grateful for. You just didn't feel like doing anything and there was so much to do.

You nodded slowly at Natasha's question and took a bite of your pancakes, they were amazing, you wanted to tell her this but didn't even feel like talking in that moment. You watched as Wanda and Natasha exchanged a look before Natasha nodded at her.

"Do you want to talk about what's bothering you? Natasha asked and you let out a sigh of frustration at your situation before deciding to speak up, "That's the thing. Nothing was or is bothering me. I just felt too tired to do anything and now everything is piling up and it is making even more tired to think about it.", You answered and could even feel yourself tearing up in frustration.

Wanda sensed the sudden mood change and instantly wrapped her arm around you and you laid your head on her shoulder, slowly sniffling back your tears. You felt pathetic like this. "It's fine, Sugar. It happens. Even Wanda and I had and have these days when we were in college and even now." Natasha spoke up and you nodded listening to her, atleast it reassured you that they understood how you felt. Related to it.

"Wanda even more often than me." Natasha added and you chuckled when Wanda threw a pillow at her head, giving her a fierce look yet playful look.

"Ouch!"

"Don't listen to your Mommy. She is getting old and with old age comes the forgetfulness." Wanda turned your head toward hers as she started speaking, ignoring Natasha who was giving her a pitiful look. "You know, Natasha had such days so often in college that I used to literally look after her. You know how she gets when she is in her koala mode?" Wanda questioned and you nodded slowly, often seeing Natasha clinging to Wanda or sometimes you.

"Hey! That's not koala mode. I just get tired." Natasha argued and Wanda gave a big smile as she motioned to Natasha when she used the word tired. "See, it happens. It is natural to feel like this."

"Natasha, more coffee, please?" Wanda held out her mug and Natasha shook her head, "After the pillow you thre-" Natasha's eyes comically widen when she saw Wanda picking up another pillow and you only laughed at their antiques.

"Threw at me, I am gonna get you all the coffee in the world, Your highness." Natasha quickly took the mug and did a mocking bow, making even Wanda laugh. "I will be back in a few." Natasha leaned in and kissed your forehead again before leaving. Not before Wanda called for pancakes for herself as well.

"Yeah so where was I?"

"It is natural.." You whispered, your mood sulking down again at the reminder of everything you have to do in the back of your mind. "Yep. You know how i helped Natasha deal with it?" Wanda asked and you understood why she send Natasha away knowing she might not enjoy the conversation that showed her in such light. She always prefer to be the strong one, being there for you.

"How?" You asked, opening your mouth when Wanda fed you pancakes, occasionally eating a bite herself.

"First, we stop thinking about everything we have to do at once and focus on the present." Wanda tapped your forehead before picking up your phone and downloading something.

"Now we make a planner for the day. Do you have any deadlines near?" She asked as she opened the app, you watched her fingers glide over the screen, it distracted you a little before you focused again.

"I have an assignment next week. I have to start making summarised notes for each lecture i attended last week." You started listing the stuff you had to do and Wanda continued to typed in the app. Before holding it out to you once you were done.

"See for today, first thing you have to do is take a shower, then get ready for the day, ask your friends to send you the notes, outline the assignment, summarised one lecture and research on the selected topics of the assignment.." Wanda pointed out and you noticed how she had broke down the tasks into mini check list and you could already feel the mess much more sorted out. The work that you had been dreading seemed much more easier and manageable.

"See you already had breakfast so you can check it out." Wanda held the last bite of pancakes to your lips and you finished it before checking the box, you already felt like you were in control as you finished one of the task. Now you just had to shower and text your friends, and two of the tasks would already be done. You could feel lighter already.

"This is perfect! Thank you so much, Wanda." You moved forward and embraced her in a tight hug which she wholeheartedly returned, rubbing your back, enjoying the warm embrace, "And at any point if it gets overwhelming, you could always use the special feature on this."

"What's that?" You asked pulling back to look at her, the smile still evident on your face.

"Call us." Natasha answered from the doorway and you turned to look at her, smiling when she made her way toward you both, handing Wanda her mug and pancakes. "You can call us any time throughout the day, kitten."

"Thank you so much. Both of you." You kissed both of them on the cheek before getting out of the bed, "Always, Sweetheart." Wanda squeezed your hand before letting go. "Now go shower while I deal with the your highness." Natasha playfully slapped your butt to send you away and you laughed when Wanda's scoffed and whine when Natasha took her pancakes away only to attack her with the pillow.

"Y/N! Save me!" Wanda cried out in surprise and you instantly jumped back on the bed, shower could wait now that you have everything sorted out.

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leucisticpuffin · 1 year

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"From the warped doorway of the fort steps Maedhros. His coat flares behind him. There is soot on his face.

There is a body in his arms."

-beyond the jealous mountains (shall we mourn) by @allthatglittersisnotgoldrush

I have wanted to draw this scene for a very long time and only just got around to it 😅 The image of Maedhros standing in that doorway with the fire behind him and Fëanor wounded in his arms really stuck in my head.

#maedhros #feanor #feanaro #gold rush au #fanfiction art #the silmarillion #silmarillion #art #my art #maitimo #au #tolkien #that coat!!#it really is glorious

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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Kate had laughed, an awful, spluttering sound, “I don’t even think I know how to be happy.”

Rereading Gold Rush and honestly same. Like down to the name I relate to everything about this sentence lol 🥲

Oh Man.

I miss Gold Rush should I... write more?

#gold rush au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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draconisvesperi · 1 year

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Okay so

I know this comes out of nowhere with all the genshin content I usually post. But. I never claimed to be a genshin only blog.

READ THIS

@allthatglittersisnotgoldrush

It is a western gold rush Au of the Silmarillion??? Like how can that get any better

This is seriously one of the best things I've ever discivered. I am an avid Tolkien fan and this is just *chef's kiss* I have been silently following it since the very first story was published in this AU and although I have taken breaks from following it because my reading motivation dies I ALWAYS COME BACK because it's just SO good. The writing is impeccable, the plot is so cunningly crafted, the characters are perfectly done, I seriously cannot say anything neg about this it is the best thing ever

I can no longer stay a silent follower THIS MUST GAIN MORE PUBLICITY READ THE EPIC SILM AU

#silmarillion #gold rush au #silm au

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zoawrites · 1 year

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like glitter and gold - a tale from the Gold Rush

1848: Rey Niima answers the request to be the wife for a man in a California gold rush town. As time goes by, the relationship becomes something more than either party expect.

Title from Barns Courtney's song "Glitter & Gold"

Rated M

Chapter 1: Arrival

Chapter 22: A Day of Thanks

Rey and Ben partake in a new tradition.

Sneak Peek

“Ben.”

“Hm?”

“I have to cook.”

“You can take a minute and rest.”

She twisted to glower at him. “You fondling me is resting?”

#reylo #reylo fic #reylo fanfic #reylo fanfiction #reylo au #gold rush au #zoawrites #zoaswips #zoasworks #back from hiatus #slow updates but they'll be coming

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twofoursixohjuan · 2 years

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safeguard

Back at it again flipping out over @allthatglittersisnotgoldrush's glorious Silm AU via sticky note. Here's tiny altar boy Mae, ft. gratuitous St Michael iconography.

The red cassock denotes a junior server, and also that I wanted contrast and only had two pens.

Yes, Michael looking like adult Maedhros was absolutely intentional (although with curly hair 'cause that's what's on my holy card and I can't really imagine St M any other way)

#gold rush au #this fic is so beautiful guys I swear #st michael #never drawing ornate armour again #or at least not ornate armour an inch square #all that glitters #maedhros #silmarillion #reinterpreting the noldor as angry irish catholics was a stroke of pure genius you guys #Juan Should Not Be Allowed Near Sticky Notes #edited cause I just realised I'd called his cassock a surplice and I really ought to know better

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kneelingshadowsalome · 3 months

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Okay, so in one of the comments that you replied to in your “gold rush AU! Konig”, you stated that she’s heads over heels in love with him, but apparently hasn’t shown/told him yet. And even though he believes that she doesn’t love him, he’s still so in love with her and just wants to make her happy. (That has got to pull at her heartstrings because this odd but kind man simply just loves her.)

Would you be willing to do a next part? Showing that she was just resisting what she knew along and that was that she does love and only wants him. Because although he went about marrying her immediately instead of taking the time to get to know each other and even though he’s from an European background, who is a giant with an accent and working to hit gold to support her financially, he’s still been nothing but kind, loving, and can apparently rock her world in bed! (Basically she was resisting in giving in into admitting she loves him because she had this WHOLE mindset/vision about how it was ALL gonna go down but since it didn’t go the way she thought it would, she was resisting his love for the “fairytale” version she wanted.)

Eventually she finally confesses that she does love him but had to get to that conclusion slowly on her own terms. This of course makes him so happy and he feels so blessed to gain his wife’s love; he once again promises that he will do everything in his powers to ensure she’s happy for all the rest of the days of her life. Which he does because some time later he hits it big in gold which lets him upgrade the “shack” they’re living in to convert it into an actual home for them to spend the rest of their lives together (with future children).

And he asks her of what she wants him to buy for her since he can afford to get it for her, only for her to ask for a new and bigger (so he fits comfortably) reinforced bed; because she wants him to be able to rest properly in a comfortable bed AND she doesn’t want to hear it creak as he plows her into nirvana/heaven. This of course causes him to blue screen but once he reboots his brain, he promises that he’ll get the best bed that will not only support their nightly activities but be very comfortable for both of them.

It’s only once they get the new bed and use/“break it in”/“christen” it for the first time does he finally gets her pregnant on that first night.

Oh, your writings are just so good! 😊

Oh I love the bed scenario and König wanting to spoil her and the story about how he got her pregnant for the first time (you can’t tell me these two won’t have a small flock of annoying little kids running around eventually) so much! 😭💞

And I actually wrote a little something for this because people were putting me in jail for the roaring angst of the 1st part so here’s how these silly pookies got to their happily ever after:

Our pompous little mail order bride is, in fact, so in love with König that it’s not even funny.

It's so bad that she looks out the window and sighs as she waits for him to come home... Scoots away the minute she catches him in the horizon, of course. She has better things to do than wait by the window sill like some wanton prostitute!

She whimpers like one, however, when the door slams shut and her husband comes to grope her from behind, telling her he wants to take her on the table (there’s food there and they were supposed to eat first, what a horrible man!) Not to talk of getting wet just from the sight of him looming over her, she has no objections with getting spread on the sturdy planks for taking. She should probably be thankful that the dinner table is made of solid wood and is not some delicate piece hauled here from Europe because it could never take the brute force of König’s advances...

After they're both sated and done, he dares to dip his finger in one of the cast iron pots filled to the brim with stew. Has a taste while still inside her, only chuckles to himself when she furrows her brows from how uncivilised he is. What kind of a man barges in his home like a burglar, takes his wife on the table, then tastes the hearty stew like it’s only normal for a man to be hungry after plowing his lady until they're both shaking? Even the bed is about to break at night, these pieces of furniture have done nothing wrong to this man and yet he treats them like they're nothing but disposable bits of wood.

His lack of manners never ceases to astonish her; he even tries to give her a taste of the food too, and laughs when she pushes him away and straightens her skirts, how is she supposed to walk around with his seed running down her thighs? All the pretty things he got her from town are in need of a wash already, but she still hums a soft happy tune while looking at her reflection in the mirror, donning the pretty hat he just brought her along with coffee and flour. (She thinks he can’t hear or see her being visibly happy, but König takes mental notes every time her eyes shine a little brighter from his gifts. She's not lacking anything, that's for sure, and isn’t it nice that he remembered how she looked at that silly little hat when they walked by her favorite store…? Anything his princess wants, she shall have!)

Years and years of lonely digging in this harsh land far away from home have made her husband think that no woman could ever want him unless he buys their love, and she does enjoy the pretty little frills he brings her as offerings. But what would kill her is if he knew she had actual feelings for him… This was supposed to be an arrangement, a marriage between two adults, not a romantic passionate affair! That sort of thing only happens in books, that's the first thing she learned when she came here.

He should have courted her properly first, but now it's all ruined, there's no excitement and intensity... Except that her heart is always hammering in her chest, she feels like a trapped bird flitting inside her corset. She's always flustered when he goes under her skirts, her chest is about to collapse in on itself when she sees him flash a smile her way, carry her more silk and demurely apologize that the wrappings are dirty because of his hands, kiss her neck after copulation like it's the holiest place on earth...

And God Almighty, what would this man think of her if she confessed her love to him? He would probably laugh and think she’s a harlot who’s in desperate need of his cock, that she's indecent and impure…

Luckily, the brute is so stupid that he doesn’t see the way his little princess–as he now calls her–looks up at him when he traces her bottom lip with his thumb. She’s relatively sure he doesn’t notice the tiny gasps just before she comes, the helpless, adoring stares she shoots at him right after, because that glassy, worshipping stare of his own is only born of lust, that’s for sure.

He can’t see her figure flash in the window when he’s walking towards home, she’s made sure of that…

Or has she?

The man is dumb, but he’s not a total simpleton, even if his eternal sadness is slowly turning into a teasing, an even hungrier form of love. She fears he will simply devour her one of these days if he knew how deeply in love with him she is as well...

And she fears herself even more than she fears him. Didn’t the priest warn about exactly this kind of simple-minded, wanton lust in his last sermon? She was always taught that marriage is supposed to be about companionship and genial living together, not about sweaty, toe curling, mind numbing copulation.

They’re fornicating like animals in the little shack she has grown so fond of, shy to the changes he’s talking about every day since he struck some large gold vein. He openly fantasizes about getting them a large house, a small manor, even, and she knows it’s all just for her because this man is content with very little… So little, that he accepts any small crumb of affection she gives him like it’s an entire rain of manna from heaven.

And it’s only because she’s ashamed that she can’t show her true feelings for him. The gentlemen of the city now feel like fancy peacocks compared to this burly man who’s not afraid to get his hands dirty and his dick wet. Those men look delicate and boring and ridiculous next to the hairy giant who’s forearms she stares in the evenings like they’re her own personal cancan show.

It’s crazy, how she looks at him like he’s nothing but a piece of meat – are women even supposed to feel this way? She should say her prayers, because her foreign husband looks like a god while sharpening his ax by the fire, with slow, deliberate movements, the trembling hands finding a smooth, strong dance only when they’re wielding a pickaxe or a whetstone or a knife.

He catches her staring once, her frightful stare big and helpless in the flickering flames, and he gives her a sad, longing smile in return.

“I’m sorry, princess,” he gruffs softly. “Ich weiss… I know I should shave...”

Her head gives an involuntary shake, minimal and shy, because she doesn’t want him to shave. She adores that coarse stubble that leaves her skin red and irritated, she loves how he looks when he has so much going on in his life that he doesn’t have time to groom himself.

“No…?” He asks hesitantly, straightening a little on the chair that’s really only a piece of log. “You like it like this...?”

She nods. Shyly again, and just once, while her eyes drift on his lips.

It’s intimate, how the silence envelops them with both tension and grace. It’s all she can give right now, and he knows it, knows also that this whole exchange is basically a love confession. Her affection, her want, her dedication and surrender soar and swell all at once, and he can see it... All of it.

He rises, and abandons the ax, his softening stare never leaving hers. He walks to her like a gentleman, like he's Mr. Rochester himself, like she was Ms. Eyre – although she doesn’t want to be Jane Eyre and she doesn’t want him to be a dark, handsome gentleman. She wants him to be just as he is, the stranger from the North who works hard and loves even harder, who picks her up like she’s an angel and not a lady.

“Let’s get you to bed, hmm?”

His gaze is so soft, it’s starting to relax into some knowledge she has in her foolishness betrayed.

But it’s alright… Everything’s just as it should be.

She wraps her hands around his neck and whispers, “Yes,” and the smile that tugs at his lips finally melts into one of those I knew it smiles he sometimes wears when he brings her something nice from the town.

He doesn’t push her to reveal more information about how much she loves his stubble, but he does make her scream it out into the warm cottage air as he goes down between her legs. She doesn’t want to know what the local priest would say about this: a man making his mark on the insides of her thighs with that scraping beard, how he makes her core throb with his ever-hungry mouth. She doesn’t even care.

It’s a paradise and an inferno, where he’s sending her to, and who knew a brutish digger from some distant land could suddenly be so eloquent with his tongue? Who knew a man could do things like these to a woman...? Who knew married life could be like this?

“You liked that, didn’t you, princess,” he asks when he’s done with her, and holds her surprisingly gentle when she’s still shaking and squirming softly on the bed. Not God, not even the Devil, could cloud the full blown affection in her eyes. She’s in love – it’s not just lust, but love she feels for this man, and she feels like a fool for not recognizing she had gold in her hands all along.

“Yes,” she says, then smiles, then laughs, because it’s fairly obvious that she can’t speak those words even if she wanted to. He wrecked her so completely...

“I told you I’d make you happy, Sonnenschein.”

He smiles a little, looks down at her like she’s nothing but a baby who finally stopped her eternal crying.

“Oh I’m more than happy,” she says, this time tears clouding her vision, happy tears born from being free from years of imprisonment. He doesn’t strike her as the kind of man who cries, but there’s a faint glow in his eyes as well, a shimmer that both takes her in and pulls her under. This is something they don’t talk about in church... This is a thing they never write about in books.

She lays her hand on him, on the coarse cheek that is now slightly wet from a single tear.

“You’re crying,” she whispers, because her voice wouldn’t carry the weight of her words at this point.

“Ja…? Well... I’m happy too,” he explains, with a shortness of breath and a confusion to his voice.

He blinks the rest of it away, but the sweet moment stays, lingers on until she draws him into a kiss – another thing they never talk about in novels, a woman kissing a man – and she tastes both him and her on his lips, how well he loved her, and when he moans slightly from her reciprocating that love, she holds him closer, closer, closer… Until he shivers too.

#mail order bride #gold rush au #könig x reader #könig x you #könig fluff #falling in love

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