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fe-fictions · 2 years

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Ooh could you please write headcanons for Felix Ashe and Ignatz being shy around female Byleth?

(Ughh it's just such a cute idea I couldn't resist > V < )

Ashe: He’s typically pretty reserved and keeps his thoughts to himself on a good day. But after mustering the courage to confess his feelings to the one and only Byleth, he barely found the strength to do more.

The honeymoon phase was in full swing. Sweet Ashe would blush every time he saw you, or heard your voice, or even thought about you.

And all that exposure to the object of his affections left him in a poor state; namely, a bashful mess.

If he spotted you across the hall in the mornings, he would wave you down and give you a cheerful greeting. When you smiled and waved back, it made his heart skip a beat.

Another excellent way to make him shy would be checking on him to see if he had gotten enough sleep the night before. He did have a dreadful habit of getting bags under his eyes from staying up far too late.

If your finger touches his skin just slightly, it makes his whole body seize up and his bashfulness runs amok.

Little touches like that, be it brushes of your hand or a bump of your shoulder, it really does make his heartbeat pick up.

Otherwise, the quickest way to make him shy would be by complimenting his excellent cooking. Ashe loves to cook for you, more than anything. He tries to cook every meal of the day for you if he could, but he also knows that’s not always possible.

That’s what makes your compliments to the chef even more special. He loves waiting for your first bite (particularly when you’re trying something new).

You’re always so happy to see him light up, knowing he’s always so excited to see your reaction to something as simple as his cooking.

You make sure to give your compliments to the chef; once in the kitchen, and later in the corner of your office.

That makes him terribly shy (and wildly happy).

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Felix: What doesn’t make him blush when you’re involved?

For all his bluster and posturing, Felix is an incredibly shy person. He finds it difficult to do even basic relationship things, such as embrace or hold your hands when you’re in public.

He shoots glares at Sylvain all the time, out of sheer jealousy because he’s able to flirt so openly with his partner.

Yet here Felix is, head over heels in love with his wife and can’t do a damn thing about it!

Of course, he does his best to make this up to you in private, but he finds a blush rising on his cheeks even when it’s just the two of you.

If he can’t hold your hand, he finds his heart skip a beat when you're playing with the young children, or petting the church strays (especially when you’re surrounded by the cats…it’s just so damn adorable).

But nothing is more blush-inducing than watching you spar. If he gets to observe you duel with someone else, it makes him more shy than when you cross blades with him. Mainly because he doesn’t have to focus on winning, but rather, he can watch your movements.

You’re so elegant and poised, and every attack is merciless in its calculation. You’re an incomparable fighter, and watching you absolutely destroy Dimitri in a fight is enough to make his heart sing.

He’s hot around the collar and blushing like mad by the end of a battle, and if the Boar is your opponent, he struggles to keep down his swelling pride and his extremely embarrassing blush.

It’s just impossible for him to think you saw a cold hearted, snappy little brat like him and thought he’d be someone worthy enough to call your husband.

It was an honor he held dear every day, even if he stammered trying to admit it.

You know how he feels, though. A quick kiss on the lips and a tousle of his hair brings out that shy red flush all over again.

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Ignatz: He really wants to be more daring, but he finds himself hiding behind his canvas and trying (failing) to capture a perfect portrait of your beauty.

The main reason this is impossible is, whenever you offer to pose for him, he keeps staring at you….and staring, and staring, and….well, it’s bad for his heart.

Part of what makes you so happy to be with him is when you’re giving him little tender touches. His face always lights up in such a bright red blush, it’s adorably sweet and innocent.

Your husband is always doing his best to follow your lead, trying to go for your hand when you’re out for a stroll together. But you seem a step ahead and grab his hand before he even has a chance.

If you knew how many sketchbooks he had that were just filled with your visage, he would surely die.

But he found himself sketching you absentmindedly so often, it would be less of a risk for his drawings to be found if they weren’t scattered around randomly, but condensed into one of his many sketchbooks.

He gets flustered whenever you ask him what he’s drawing if you happen to be nearby.

A quick, stuttered excuse is deemed acceptable for you to dismiss any concerns, which lets him breathe a sigh of relief. He would be absolutely panicked if you discovered just how many drawings of you he had!

He’s shy enough as it is; he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you found out just how much he absolutely, totally adored you.

And while it wouldn’t be all that bad if you did, he knew he wouldn’t be able to live down the teasing that would follow.

Best he keep his secret admiration for his dearest wife to himself….at least, for a little while longer.

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sukunastoy · 6 months

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There’s really no plot to this, just writing as I randomly thought about a scenario. I have such a soft spot for Heian Era Sukuna that takes a wife without the intention of love but slowly grows fond of them.

Cw/Tw: No smut/not suggestive. Gender neutral reader. Forced marriage. Very brief death of no one important.

WC: 1.6k+

Thinking of Heian Era Sukuna, and you being forced to marry him. It's a cruel act to your parents who had pissed him off by hunting and harvesting berries on his land. In their defense, they weren't aware that Sukunas personal territory spread so far, but it made no difference in the end. As you were preparing breakfast for your parents the next morning, the king showed up in your village.

You weren't even able to finish cooking, you were to go with him, immediately. Your parents had begged and apologized, but the King took what he wanted, when he wanted it.

You followed dutifully, knowing resisting would only get you killed, and possibly your parents as well. Sukuna planned to only keep you for a few weeks, just to let your parents wallow in misery. You were confined to a room with nothing more than a place to sleep, and a small desk with a candle.

The weeks passed slowly, and you rarely saw the King. His right had servant, Uraume, would bring yon food and water daily, and a small bucket of warm water and a cloth to clean yourself. Otherwise, you were alone.

It was sad, and frightening, as you weren't sure of his intentions. But, despite having a window in your room, you never thought about running away. Unfortunately, someone tried to "rescue" you. They snuck into your window one night, thinking they would be able to get you out of there. When you refused to go, and begged they leave, it was still all too late. Sukuna was well aware someone was lurking near his home, and he entered your room quickly, catching your failed rescuer.

Sukuna dragged you and the now dead body of your would be savior back to your village.

He threw their mangled body at the feet of your parents, and declared in the moment you would be married to him and remain with him forever. Since they wanted to play stupid games, they'd receive stupid prizes. You'd be included into his collection of wives and concubines, cutting you off from your parents.

Your parents wailed and pleaded for his mercy, but you knew there was no way out of this. The king claimed you as his wife in-front of your village, and the two of you drank sake from the same cup, sealing this abrupt arrangement.

You left with him once more, only this time as one of his declared wives.

Back to the room you went. Though, you were told you may come out if you wanted to. But not to leave the property. You passed time by working on your calligraphy and poems, and even learning to properly sew. Sukuna never made appearances to you, and though you were grateful that he wasn't going to abuse you in some way, it was, rather unfortunately, very lonely.

You asked Uraume one day about his other wives, if they lived here too. To your surprise, they didn't. In fact, most of them had been killed off or sent away to slavery villages. Sukuna merely punished those who wronged him by taking away their offspring in one way or another. He'd claim them as one of his brides just to degrade the family name, and to cease their bloodline.

So you waited, waited for when the King would eventually dispose of you. What more could you do?

However, while you took a small walk through his expansive home one afternoon, you crossed paths with him.

You immediately went to the floor in a submissive bow, asking your husband forgiveness if you've gotten in his way or disturbed him. He told you to rise from the ground, and to just carry on as you were. Before he could get far, you called out for him in a cracked voice, asking if you could accompany him for at least a little while. Even if he only let you near him for a few minutes, you'd be okay with that.

He stopped while looking back to you, a curious expression on his face.

When he gestured with his chin for you to come along, you happily did so, hurrying to his side. The two of you walked along in silence, but some form of relief washed over you. Sitting alone in that room or just roaming the home without any interaction was causing immense stress in your heart. In the village, you had multiple interactions daily, and now, you rarely saw anyone else. Apart form Uraume, or some maids, who weren't allowed to really talk to you anyway.

Passing near your room, you stopped and bowed to your husband, expressing your gratitude for being at his side even if it was only a moment.

The next day, you found yourself encountering him in the hall again, and same as before, you were allowed to be in his presence.

This continued for a couple of weeks, before Sukuna met you at your room for the first time. It made you nervous, for some reason. But you stepped aside of course and he came into your room, looking around with a small glimpse of interest.

"Your calligraphy is very elegant and refined." He commented, looking down to your small spread of papers along the desk. You bowed immediately at his praise, thanking him. His voice and tone seemed so much different now, compared to when he took you from your home. It was calm and gentle.

One of the nights, a particularly bad storm tore you out of your sleep. You went out into the hall with a small candle, in search of someone to not be alone.

As you passed the doorway to the garden and balcony, you spotted someone outside.

It was your king. He was seated beneath the covered area, just relaxing and watching the rolling and flashing sky. Before you could even say anything, Sukuna patted the wooded planks next to him, briefly looking back to you.

You ducked your head in a quick bow and went to his side, kneeling down in the presence of your King.

He leaned back while putting his kiseru to his lips, inhaling slowly. With every clash of thunder, your body trembled and you subconsciously moved closer to Sukuna.

"The storm bothers you?"

"Yes, I've never enjoyed them." You spoke honestly, wincing at another bright flash of lightening.

One of Sukunas hands came to your side, pulling you more against him so you didn't have to worry if you were allowed to or not. You glanced up to him in shock, but he paid no attention to it. With a grateful smile, you rested your head against him, feeling more at ease that you weren't alone during the storm. The covering over the balcony went out far enough to keep the rain off of both of you, so you could sit comfortably.

These small interactions went on for a while, and each time it stormed, you found your king out on the balcony. He had even began bringing a small cushion for you to sit upon while next to him, anticipating your arrivals. It became something you looked forward to. Storms couldn't happen quick enough.

You never doubted his ability to be a monster however, just because he was being gentle to you in these moments. It was very clear he enjoyed doing horrendous things to those that irritated him. But you felt like you could relax a little, knowing you weren't someone getting on his nerves.

When the cold months arrived, your king still sat outside to relax on occasion, and you found yourself staying inside more, unable to handle the chilly temperatures. In the middle of the nights, you'd stay in the kitchen for a while, soaking up the warmth from the irori so you could get to sleep. But it was difficult...

With your village, a few families would bundle together in a larger home, and everyone would sleep next to each other for body heat. The kitchen irori would keep you warm, but once you had to go back to your room, the cold quickly found its way into your bones again.

Passing back to your room from the kitchen, your King was stepping in from the outside. You immediately bowed down in his presence, though visibly shaking from the cold.

A soft chuckle made you lift your head, and you saw him gesture with his hand to follow. He took you into his personal chambers, and you felt out of place for being in here, as only Uraume was allowed in to clean.

He had his own irori in the middle of his room, and it made it so warm and cozy inside.

You sighed out quietly as your body adjusted, feeling at ease from the warmth.

Sukuna leaned down to his bed, moving the blankets aside before motioning you over without words. For once, you had a moment of hesitation, worried what he was wanting. The two of you rarely spoke, and apart from him letting you be against him outside during a storm, you never touched. You swallowed your fears, and went to him as he expected.

He laid down on the cushions and pillows, seeming to save a spot next to him for you. You crawled into the space besides him, shuddering even more when you felt the heat from his body mix with your colder one.

One of his arms came around you, and pulled you closer, making you gulp.

"Relax." He said finally, pulling the blankets over both of your bodies.

"I'm just...I'm not sure what to do."

"You don't have to do anything. Just sleep." He reassured, caressing your back gently while closing his eyes.

You looked at him fondly, a small smile taking over your lips as you cuddled closer to him. His scent was so amazing, almost intoxicating actually. You nuzzled into his warm chest, so honored that the King was allowing such a thing. It certainly didn’t take you long to fall asleep after that, feeling safe and warm against the monster that was your husband.

#sukuna jjk #sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #sukuna fluff #heian era

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thebadgerclan · 1 year

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Hatred

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: A visit from the Dowager Queen...

Tatiana Lantsov had never liked you. You were too bold, too outspoken, too independent; a woman with a mind of her own, a woman who wasn’t afraid to stand up for herself. A woman who was not worthy of her precious Nikolai, you’d heard her say that yourself. But Nikolai didn’t care, he saw a beautiful, independent, fierce woman whose affection he was lucky to have earned.

The former Queen fought your marriage at every turn, going so far as to feign hysterics when Nikolai proposed. Tatiana would have objected at the wedding too if Nikolai hadn’t threatened to revoke her invitation. What made it worse was that you tried so hard to earn her approval, but to no avail. You dressed in her preferred style, you attended salons with her ladies, you were quiet, demure, only speaking when spoken to. But you might as well have done nothing, as Tatiana still despised you.

When she was sent away towards the end of the war, you were secretly giddy. It was a tumultuous time; your husband being crowned, both of you figuring out your new roles as King and Queen, stitching Ravka back together–your mother-in-law’s criticism was the last thing you needed. But all good things must come to an end.

“Darling,” Nikolai entered your study, lacking his usually buoyant attitude. “This just arrived. I wanted you to see it first.” Your husband handed you a letter which bore the Lantsov Royal Seal, and you cocked your head as you unfolded it. My darling Sobachka, it read. I must confess disappointment; I thought you would have invited me to the Palace for a visit by now. I understand the initial months of your reign were busy, but you’ve settled into the Crown now, surely you can set aside some time for your Mother?

I won’t harp on it, though. I write to tell you that I will be arriving at the Palace just after the feast of Sankta Neyar. I wanted my visit to be a surprise, but I believe Y/N could use some time to prepare. I have been keeping up with the goings on in Os Alta, Nikolai, and I must say, I am impressed. Your Y/N has done well, especially for a girl of near-common blood. But…she could benefit from my knowledge. Her summit with the wives of the Kerch merchant council? A disaster!

I miss you, my son. Two years with nothing more than letters. You would not believe the conditions here! But I digress, I won’t bore you with the lack of accommodations. If the post is swift, I shall see you a week after you receive this letter. I love you, Nikolai. -Madraya. You set down the paper, anger flickering in your eyes. “I could ‘benefit from her knowledge’?” you said, rising from your desk. “She’s impressed? Nikolai, I–” “I know, love, I know. We can’t turn her away, and she’s likely already departed.”

Your husband knew of his mother’s dislike for you, and while you were courting, he’d done everything he could to shield you from her cold words. Nikolai had spoken to her at length about the issue; how you were a wonderful girl, how in love with you he was, how she was being unnecessarily harsh. But Tatiana persisted. Her treatment of you had been part of his decision to send her away–of course he cared for his mother’s safety, and of course he loved her. But Nikolai loved you more, and if she would cause you distress, he would do whatever he could to prevent it.

You sighed, your head in your hands. “Nikolai, I know she’s your mother, and I know you love her, but she hates me! I can only imagine what she’ll find to nit-pick at when she’s here!” Your husband rounded your desk and knelt before you, taking your hands in his. “She will do no such thing, because I won’t let her. Y/N, my love, you are a perfect Queen, I don’t care what anyone else says. The people adore you, I adore you, and I will remind you every single day of how wonderfully you’re doing.”

“Was my summit with the merchers’ wives that bad?” Your husband scoffed. “No, my love, it went off without a hitch, She’s just being critical, unjustly so. Y/N, sweetheart, look at me.” You did, seeing only love and adoration in his eyes. “You are the Queen I chose, you are the woman I chose, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone make you feel less than that.” “Even your mother?” Nikolai nodded, kissing your knuckles. “Especially my mother. And when she arrives, you will be exactly who and what you are: My perfect, beautiful, beloved Queen.”

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Nerves consumed you the morning of the Dowager Queen’s arrival, and Nikolai did his best to soothe and comfort you. “She won’t say anything,” he said, kissing your hand as the two of you entered the parlor where you’d be receiving her. “I’ll make sure of it.” You tried not to pace, but only a few minutes after you entered the parlor, an attendant opened the door. “Announcing Her Royal Highness, the Dowager Queen, Tatiana Lantsov.”

She swept in, her train of blue silk trailing behind her. “Nikolai!” she cried, hurrying to her son and embracing him. Despite your history, you couldn’t begrudge her this: she was his mother, a mother who missed her son. “And Y/N. You look…well.” Your wardrobe had been selected intentionally: purple silk and tulle, a color formerly reserved for royalty; a crown of amethyst–the second rarest gemstone in Ravka to the emerald–atop your head. White silk gloves adorned your hands, your wedding and engagement rings on your left hand, the Lantsov Emerald on your right.

The message was clear: you were the Queen, not Tatiana, your position commanded respect. “Thank you, Tatiana,” you replied coolly. “I must say, we were not expecting you to visit.” The Dowager sat, breaking a dozen protocols in the process. “Yes, well, when I didn’t receive an invitation from Nikolai, I took matters into my own hands. Oh, before I forget, Nikolai, you must have your footmen review proper titles. All day they’re been calling me ‘Your Royal Highness’!”

“Because that is your title,” you said. “You are a Dowager Queen, not the wife of the current monarch. ‘Your Most Royal Majesty’ is reserved for the monarch and their spouse.” Tatiana bristled. “Nikolai, are you going to allow her to–” “I don’t allow Y/N to do anything,” he interjected. “She does as she pleases. And she is correct.” You could feel the irritation rolling off of her, but she let the topic drop.

Conversation turned to lighter subjects: legislation being passed, the latest court gossip, Nikolai’s inventions. It was painfully obvious that Tatiana became irritated by your contributions to the conversation, and Nikolai noticed. He kept your hands in his, squeezing gently when she rolled her eyes or muttered under her breath. You could do this, you could endure her for another few hours. Or so you thought.

“...And I’ll be hosting a charity dinner next month benefitting children orphaned by the war.” “Oh, that’s wonderful, dear!” Tatiana responded, not a hint of irritation in her voice. “I’d be more than happy to come back to help you plan!” “There’s no need for that,” you said. “I assure you I have everything under control, but I appreciate your offer.” “After the fiasco with the Kerch?” she muttered, just loud enough for you to hear. “I don’t think so.”

You were just about to retort, to let your temp fly, when Nikolai stood. “That is enough!” he shouted, stunning both you and Tatiana into silence. “I will not tolerate you berating and disrespecting my wife anymore.” “Nikolai,” his mother said, her tone that of one soothing a petulant child. “Surely this is–” “No, Mother! From the very first, you have had something against Y/N. First she was too low-born, then she was too outspoken, then she was too independent, then her gowns were ‘whorishly scandalous’. You’ve never liked her, and I cannot piece together why, but I’m beyond caring. It ends now.”

Tatiana rose as well. “Nikolai, please! I have only ever wanted what’s best for you, and what’s best for the Crown! You could have had anyone! A duke’s daughter, an heiress to a ruby mine! But you chose this?” “Yes, Mother! I chose Y/N! I chose the woman I love, the woman who never made me feel like I was less than because I was a second son!” “You deserve more! Deserve better!”

Nikolai was seething with rage, and he felt the demon writhing within him. “She loves me! I love her! Why is that not enough? Why has my happiness never been enough for you?” You watched with a shocked expression: you’d never seen your husband so upset, so angry, and despite the tension of the situation, your heart fluttered to know he would go to such lengths to defend you.

“Of course your happiness is important to me!” Tatiana replied. “But when you insisted on courting her, I had to question your long term plan! I had made peace with it, you know? You marrying the daughter of a low-born baronet. You were never meant for the throne! But then your father was murdered….and Vasily, and suddenly she was Queen. The girl had no training, her manners were unfit for a Queen, she–”

“Enough!” Nikolai’s shout made Tatiana fall silent. “You forget your place.” “I forget–” “Y/N is not only my wife, but she is your Queen, and I will not stand for you disrespecting her in either capacity. I have never cared about Y/N’s status, never cared about her manners, I care about her! And for years, you have tormented her, made her feel unworthy, and I won’t stand for it any longer.

“Either change your attitude, start treating Y/N with respect, or get out.” Tatiana looked scandalized. “You would kick me out of my own home?” “This is not your home! It’s ours, mine and Y/N’s. I don’t expect you to love her, I don’t even expect you to like her. But this treatment needs to stop, and it needs to stop now.” The Dowager Queen remained silent, and Nikolai took it as an answer enough. “Guards!”

Four Palace guards entered, on edge after overhearing the argument. “Escort my mother from the grounds. She is not to return unless explicitly invited.” Tatiana blanched. “Nikolai, you can’t–” “Can’t I? No, you’re right, this shouldn’t be my decision…” Nikolai turned to you, taking your hand in his. “My love? Do you want her gone?” His voice was so gentle, a stark contrast to moments ago.

You stood, straightening the skirts of your gown. “I do.” You then addressed the guards. “As King Nikolai said, she is not to return unless invited. Which I feel may not be for quite some time.” When the guards hesitated, Nikolai snapped, “You heard your Queen!” Tatiana was dragged from the room, and as soon as the doors were shut behind her, Nikolai gathered you into his arms, holding you tightly.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he whispered, kissing your head. “I can’t…I never thought she’d….fuck, I’m sorry.” You lifted your head to look at him, to find that he was crying. “It’s not like it’s a surprise that she hates me,” you said. “But it hurt, hearing her say it.” Your husband held you tighter, sniffling softly. “I love you,” he said. “I love you so much, Y/N. I’ve never cared about all the stuff she said, I care about you. And that she hurt you….Saints, can you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive, Nikolai,” you said, wiping his tears away with a gloved hand. “Her hatred for me is not your fault. And I love you too, more than anything else.” He kissed you, soft and sweet, wishing he could erase all the hateful things his mother had said to him. “I don’t want you to cut ties with her,” you said when the kiss broke. “She’s your mother, and you love her. I don’t want me to come between you.”

Nikolai shook his head, guiding you to the settee where he pulled you onto his lap. “I know, darling. But right now…I can’t even think about her without wanting to break something.” You cupped his cheek, guiding him into a kiss. “Thank you for defending me,” you said, and Nikolai wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close to him. “I will always defend you. Be it on the battlefield or from my mother.”

You laughed, and he smiled. “There’s my girl,” Nikolai said, kissing you again. For several minutes, the two of you sat in silence, enjoying the other’s embrace, before you spoke. “If this drives a wedge between you two, I don’t think I could forgive myself.” “Hey, don’t think like that. If there’s a wedge, it was driven from the first time she rolled her eyes at you. She’s my mother, yes, and I love her. But you, Y/N, I love you so much more.”

#nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #nikolai lantsov x you #shadow and bone reader insert

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howyouloveyourdragon · 1 year

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Hello. I hope I'm not bothering you. I wonder if you are getting requests, can you write for yandere husbands Aegon 1, Maegor, Baelon, Rhaegar, Eddard Stark, Rickard Stark, Jaime Lannister? I would like to see what kind of relationship they will have with their wives and children. Please

you can never bother me dear anon and thank you for this request :)

𝕬𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝕴 𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓

he wouldn't obsess over you instantly, it would start as something small and very slow-burn esque, maybe you shared an obscure common interest and he found you suitable to wife as his other wives are unfortunately not providing him with the heirs his council demand of him

but moving onto what it's like after marriage

he's very careful when he speaks to you, he doesn't want you uncomfortable with him and his sisterwives

he visits you regularly enough to give you his seed but also to spend time with you, he enjoys your conversation much more than his council's

it is when you swell with his child that his tendencies show themselves, he refuses to allow you anywhere without his presence and his comforting arm

the kingdom grows shocked to learn that he has limited his nights with Rhaenys and stopped visiting Visenya all together

he is known as a King wanting for peace but that goes out the window when you're involved

there are at least five guards stationed to you at all times that you can hardly breathe but he doesn't care so long as you and the babe are safe

he will detest the idea of you having another lover but so long as you are careful and do not bare another man's child he will allow it however he will not shy from reminding in your marital bed why he should be top priority...

will never hurt you but if he is feeling particularly jealous that day he will talk freely about court of his love for Rhaenys

when the babe comes he will not be in the room as he values duty but it causes inner turmoil when he hears your screams

i picture you marrying in 10AC and your child being born in early 11AC

so he is still deeply fond of his first son Aenys and will heavily guide them to befriend one another and if your child in born a girl then you won't have time to think before he has set a match between them

he is still fiercely protective of you so you are allowed more freedom to roam without his presence but the guards remain

he finds that he enjoys doting on and will often find himself wanting another child from you every time he catches sight of your firstborn

anyone who suggests anything vaguely mean of you are exiled and he makes a show of it

he doesn't want more bloodshed but he does want you safe so he finds it the only suitable option

𝕸𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖗 𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓

Maegor is much different than his father

in almost every sense

the moment he sees you he has internally claimed you as his own

if he is king by this point or not he will wed you with or without his kingdom's consent

you are likely his favourite because you are his mother's favourite

in marriage he will deem himself your only protection, heeding to his ego and when you are pregnant his feelings for you will only intensify

he will see little need for his other wives but still keep them to ensure you know that you are replaceable even if he does not believe so himself

he will scare you often with tales of his deceased wives so that even the thought of betraying him will send shivers rolling down your spine

your child is the most spoilt of any Targaryen and Maegor has no qualms about making this obvious

Unlike Aegon, he will demand his presence is allowed in the birthing chambers after the results of his other wives pregnancies

the second your child arrives healthy, he is the proudest man alive and will seek to create offspring frequently

you are pregnant almost every year from that day onward and if your first was born a male then nothing will stop him from lavishing them with plentiful gifts

you are likely confined to your chambers for long hours but that is not to say he does not allow you entertainment

anything you enjoy will be ensured and a large balcony will greet you

he wants to give you everything except freedom

you are strictly disallowed from leaving the castle and it is not up for negotiation

his child/ren however will be taught sword fighting the moment they are able to walk

he will be harsh on your children in public but smother them in private

if someone starts any rumour of you they are slain before they can utter the last word

he is more possessive than he is protective, if you speak too harshly or reject him he will physically harm you but not enough to scar however he will not while you are pregnant

𝕭𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖓 𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓

he is lovestruck early but not before he is properly introduced to you

he goes about starting a match with you carefully

you come before everyone else and he means that

if you even slightly hint that you are tired during festivities then he asks if you want them ended

he is very attentive at will seek your advice always

whatever you say goes which in turn can make you a target

if his brother Aemon approves of you he will have the biggest grin on his face

he longs to impress you, entering tourneys and competitions as though they are mere sport among friends

however he will get jealous frequently

he will not stop you from dancing with others but he will pout in your arms afterward, manipulating and gaslighting you until you soothe his fears

he sees you becoming pregnant as becoming his and it makes him ecstatic

he dotes on you and presents you very often, displaying his affections for you brightly

he wants everyone to see you and his child

when it comes for the first baby to be born he will be present, he doesn't wish to see his wife in pain but he does want to support her during this difficult time

however when the second is born he will hunt with his closest men and find the largest boar for you for celebration

the first three years of each child's lives are spent in his or your arms

he wants to protect them above all else as he wishes to protect you as well

like Maegor he spoils them rotten but will not hide it from the public eye

𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖗 𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓

we know from Lyanna that if he truly loves you then he will not care what other people think, he will simply steal and wed you regardless of what he is called

however if this is an approved match then i assume he would not in the slightest shy from pda

he would be as honourable as able when you are concerned, requesting your hand from your father and spending a lengthy courtship with you

he will try and enchant you with his harp and even when married he will play for you frequently

he will be delighted to find that you are pregnant and without fail read to you every night even if you ask him to stop

he believes he knows better than you and wants for intelligent offspring

he will not tolerate any disrespect toward you and even less toward your union

he is possessive of you but unlike his ancestors he will not actively confine you to your chambers nor the castle

he wishes to please you but will not beg you, he is firm in that

if you dislike this union then too bad, you are his now and he will not tolerate your denials

he is an obsessive and delusional yandere i envision so anything he could closely relate to you being kind to him will become tenfold in his mind

he will lavish you in gifts regardless and speak of you often

nothing can keep him from staying at your side while you are giving birth

once the child is born he will wrap his arms around the both of you whenever given the chance, day, noon and night

unfortunately nightmares will plague him of you and his child being injured and so it is likely that he would whisk you away from Kings Landing so that you may live peacefully away from the danger court provides

he doesn't care if it means you both have to leave family and friends behind, all he cares about is the dream where you lay lovingly at his side

𝕰𝖉𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖐

fiercely loyal of you and any future children you share

he's grateful for your company and ensure you know it

honour is too important for him to start any kind of relationship with you until you are wed but once you are then he is the most attentive and loyal husband there is

he tells you everything and entrusts you to keep it private

if you are wed during/before Robert's Rebellion then he will build a tower to keep you safe if he has to, he will not allow any harm come to you

his protective instincts are strong and he will assign everyone he can to keep watch over you

when you come to be with child he will not double the measures but he will be elated

he promised when you were joined as one to give you everything befitting of a Queen and with that comes children

it is entirely for your pleasure when he gives you a child, if you wish for none then he will not force them upon you though he may desire them

he hopes when he brings Jon Snow to you that it will open a nurturing in you

the worst thing he can imagine is you resenting him and so with a mildly cautious recount, he tells you that it is the babe of his sister and Rhaegar Targaryen

he asks you to care for it as you would your own and if you do so he will pledge even further his undying loyalty to you

if any man attempts to come between you both he strike him down quickly and publicly as a warning but he will not kill them

whilst you are pregnant he will treasure your affection dearly and if Jon ever calls you his mother by mistake he will not correct him only encourage

𝕵𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝕷𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

i (personally) don't see Jaime as the marriage type so you must mean a lot to him

i think he would use marriage to lock you into the relationship

intimacy is an important way for him to show his love for you so most important conversations will take place in the comfort of your bed

he acts rashly and with little care for opinion so regardless of whether your parents accept this union it will be made

however his love for his children is great and now that he is able to express this they will live a long, sheltered and comfortable life

he cares more for your feelings than his own or his children's

he has truly placed you above a pedestal and so he will certainly join you while you bare his child and anyone who disagrees with him can meet the end of his sword

being away from you feels like a punch to his gut so he spends as much time possible in your presence guising it with a need for solitude

if Cersei ever acts jealously toward the union he will not hurt her but he will reprimand her but i am not certain with which woman his loyalty with lie

he will personally teach his children everything possible and ensure that they have the finest septas and respect

he will not shy from bloodshed if it appeases you

he may not care for his own honour but he will care for yours

and he will protect it with his life

he is possessive so while he may not entirely stop with relations with Cersei he will kill or threaten any man where he stands if they make an advance upon you

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she-walks-on-starlight · 3 months

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Can u write some fluff and comfort for grayson.

i would appreciate it <3

Of course! Thanks for the request - ✨

Duty Bound

a/n: added in some hurt/comfort and a slight touch of angst for this one, it's just how the story came to me :) my requests are still open, send me your ideas I'd love to hear them 😊

Warnings: almost break-up, arguments, feelings of neglect

Summary: Grayson has been busy with work, and you're starting to feel tired of coming in second. When you deliver an ultimatum, will it make or break your relationship?

Word Count: 2k

“I think you are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on, y/n, and I want to spend my days and my nights making you happy. I will do anything you ask, will take you anywhere you wish to go as long as I can come with you. Just please say you’ll be mine, and nothing could possibly make me any happier.”

A beautiful memory.

You sighed as you packaged the baked macaroni cheese into Tupperware containers and labelled them before putting them in the fridge, yet another dinner you’d eaten alone.

Your cat, Whiskers, wound himself around your legs and staring reproachfully at you with his wide, green eyes. Rolling your eyes, you filled his feeding dish and put it on the floor for him, earning a grateful squeak. You scratch just behind his ears, when you hear the lock turn in the front door and the heavy thud of your girlfriend’s work boots as she finally arrived home.

“I’m home, beloved! Oh, do I smell cheese?”

She appeared in the kitchen archway, her Enforcer jacket slung casually over her shoulder and her pristine white shirt unbuttoned to just above her cleavage. You fix her with faux annoyed stare.

“You do smell cheese…I’ve just put your dinner in the fridge.”

Grayson huffs, running her hands through her messy, silver streaked locks. “I’m so sorry, my love. There was a situation in the Undercity that required my attention.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “I suppose I’ll have to let you off then, won’t I? Sit down, I’ll warm up your dinner.”

She obeyed, sitting at your small table as you warmed the macaroni cheese and started a spinach omelette for her lunch the next day. Grayson started unlacing her boots, lightly smacking your ass whenever you passed her because she knew it made you blush. Whiskers however soon realised she was home and pawed at her laces until she lavished him with attention. She looked tired, and you knew she must’ve had a very busy shift. It seemed with every week she was the Chief Enforcer more lines carved their way into her handsome face.

“I swear, more and more Shimmer is being pumped into the Undercity and we still haven’t got a single idea on how, or who is behind it all. Every factory I shut down, two more pop up to replace it! Not to mention how many Enforcers I’m losing to those Shimmer crazed thugs! I’ve had to inform three more wives of their husbands’ deaths today! Three!”

You kiss her cheek and run your hands through her hair, massaging the nape of her neck to help her relax. “I think you need a break, Gray.”

She groaned with pleasure at your ministrations but scoffed at your words. “If I take a break, I think the entire station will collapse.”

You tried to remain bright, placing her meal in front of her and grinning as she dug in eagerly. “Well…maybe we can do something this weekend? Maybe go to that little vegan café we both like?”

“Sorry my love, I can’t. I volunteered to lead a seminar on firearm maintenance on Saturday, and the Council wants me to make an appearance at the charity gala on Sunday.”

“Oh, a gala! That could be fun, it’s been a while since we’ve gone to one, I’ll have to see if I can dig out one of my old dresses…”

Grayson swallowed, eyeing you apologetically. “About that…I’m sorry. I’d like nothing more than to have you on my arm, but as I’m there to represent the Enforcers, it wouldn’t please the Council.”

You try to keep your breathing even, turning back to the stove and flipping the spinach omelette carefully.

“So, I’m not going to see you this weekend at all?”

You hear the scraping of her chair and close your eyes to prevent tears from falling as strong, broad arms wrap around you and the scent of her fresh, citrus cologne fills your nose as she kisses your cheek and your neck, her short curls tickling your face.

“Please don’t be too upset, my love. I have a duty to the people of Piltover.”

You sighed, your entire body filling with leaden disappointment. You were so sick of this. “And what about your duty to me?”

Grayson pulls away from you, her mouth agape. “What do you mean?”

Your hands ball into fists. “This apartment is haunted by you, Gray! I’m only graced with the presence of your shadow!”

“My love, I-”

“You’re always working, and when you’re not at work, then you’re at the gym! It’s like you have no time for me anymore! You’d always rather be doing something, anything else, than spend time with me, your girlfriend!”

Grayson crossed her arms. “That’s not true. My work is very important, beloved. I cannot simply drop everything to indulge in personal leisure.”

“But your work doesn’t have to take over your entire life, Gray.”

Grayson’s eyes were like liquid steel, sharp and cold. “My work IS my life. I have spent years, decades getting to where I am now! I thought you understood that.”

Your chest felt tight, your whole body felt stiff, and a prickling heat was coating your skin. This was a losing battle. Grayson was a woman of honour, a paragon of justice and was bound to her duty. Serving and protecting the people of Piltover was her lifeblood. That would never change, perhaps could never change.

“Then I think I should stay with my sister for a while.”

Before Grayson could reply, you turned on your heel and headed into the bedroom, burying yourself under the duvet and letting your salty tears burn into your face.

The next day had gone by in a blur. Grayson hadn’t been in the apartment when you’d woken up, so you assumed she’d gone into work early. Weary from working so late, but pleased you were able to complete the wedding cake on time for that lovely couple, you stabbed your key at the rusty lock in your apartment door until it finally clicked open and allowed you entry.

The apartment was dark and silent, but you expected that. Grayson was either at her office or she was hitting the gym. Again. The satisfied high from working at your small bakery was ebbing away, leeched from you by the depression radiating from the walls that had once surrounded you with love and warmth. You were too melancholy to cook, so you order chilli oil noodles from your favourite takeout place and trudged into the bedroom.

Opening the wardrobe, you were greeted with several Chief Enforcer uniforms, all starched and ironed to perfection, the belts and buckles gleaming proudly in the dim lighting of the bedroom. You carefully pushed them aside, not wanting to crease them and reached for your jumpers hanging beside them. As you folded them, you tried to ignore the sharp aching of your heart which only intensified when you pushed Grayson’s uniforms back into place on the rail.

You were pushing her out of your life.

You growled internally at the intrusive thought. Grayson had pushed you away first, now you were just letting yourself fall from the impact. If this is what Grayson wanted, then she would reap what she had sown.

On the bed lay your frayed duffel bag, beaten up from the many camping trips you and Grayson took. Used to take. It was open, the soft material hanging apart like a mocking, laughing mouth. However, as you approached it to put the jumpers inside, there was a folded piece of paper that wasn’t there when you’d left for work. As you opened it, you gasped as you recognised Grayson’s efficient scrawl.

Giovanni’s. 7pm. Wear the red dress. Please come.

Your eyes widened. Giovanni’s, a small Italian restaurant where you’d had your first dinner date with Grayson. The red dress she mentioned had been the one she’d slowly peeled you out of that evening, the first time she’d ever touched you like that. It had been the perfect night. Your heart fluttered at the implications of the note. Did she want to recreate that night? Or was this the final goodbye? Glancing the clock, you quickly put on the dress she requested and touched up your makeup before dashing out of the door and hailing a cab.

When you arrived, the waiter smiled knowingly and led you to the private terrace which was lit with candles and fairy lights. There was only a single table, by which Grayson stood wearing a crisp, black dress shirt, matching trousers, and a red paisley tie exactly the shade of your dress. She pulled out your chair for you as you sat, somewhat dazed, and kissed your knuckles before taking her seat opposite you.

Her eyes were serious, her forehead creased with stress. “I came home at lunchtime. I wanted to surprise you, to apologise for my recent behaviour…but I forgot today was one of your workdays. Just another way I’m failing you as a partner, I suppose.”

You reached for her, entwining your slender fingers with her larger ones, the warmth of her hand travelling up your arm and into your chest. “Gray…I-”

“I saw the bag.” Her voice was a whisper, the dreadful confession staining her lips with sadness. “I realised then, that you meant it when you said you were leaving. You were absolutely right. To have driven you to this, it’s unforgivable.”

You can feel your own heart swell at her words, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you take in your forlorn lover, such a great, upstanding woman reduced to despair, her eyes pleading and so very remorseful.

“Gray, I do understand-”

Grayson silenced you with a gentle finger to your lips. “Please, my love, I need to tell you. You are the sun that wakes me at dawn, you are the stars that watch over me at night. You are the beat in my heart, the reason I thrive. I love you more than anything I have ever even comprehended. To neglect you this way, is the greatest pain I could have ever inflicted upon myself. You are why I work so hard, so make sure you will always be safe and never have anything to fear. But you were right, I let it consume me. It almost cost me everything I hold dear.”

It's everything you’ve needed to hear, and it takes every shred of your emotional self-control not to burst into relieved sobs. “Gray, I love you. Your sense of honour and your need to fulfil your duty are all part of you, and I love you even more for having these qualities. I just want to be able to share my life with you and know that you’ll always want to come home to me, see me, be with me.”

Grayson leaned forward, cupping your cheek. “I want for nothing more. My soul sings when I am with you, and you alone, beloved.”

Then she kisses you, and it’s just like the first time all those years ago. She cups your face with her warm hands and wipes away any tears falling, her soft lips caressing yours with care and reverence, the two of you pouring your deep love for each other into a kiss that’s been a long time coming. When you break apart, you’re sure you are blushing, and Grayson’s look of pure adoration warms you from the inside out. You eat a beautiful meal and as you stand from the table, Grayson ceremoniously gathers you in her arms, bridal style, making you squeal with surprise and delight.

“Hey! Gray! What are you doing?”

She nuzzles into your neck. “We are going home. I have a weekend of pampering to spoil you with.”

“But what about your weekend obligations?”

Grayson kisses you, tender and slow. “Marcus is leading the seminar on Saturday, and I’ve informed the Council that I will not attend the gala. They will likely not miss the Enforcer representation anyway. Now come, I have many plans for this evening and many of them involve much less clothing. Shall we?”

Sighing contentedly, you rest your head on her shoulder as she carries you away. “Let’s go home.”

#my writing #arcane #lesbian #fanfic #arcane fanfic #grayson x you #grayson x reader #fluff #comfort #hurt/comfort #anon ask #thanks anon!#anonymous #request #angst with a happy ending #light angst

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rickgrimeswifey · 2 years

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Request: could you please write one where y/n goes out into the woods without permission or guarding and negan finds out which causes an argument and he gives y/n a spanking which leads to sex 😉 pleasee thankyou so much if u do!

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A/n: Just saw this in my ask box and oh my god this whole fic just laid itself out perfectly in my head!! IMPORTANT NOTE: I’ve never written the ‘spanking’ part before so you’ll have to bare with that part and try not to cringe to death while you read my first attempt at that.

I HAVEN’T CHECKED FOR ANY TYPOS OR SUCH SO JUST BE AWARE!

Category: Smut

Pairing: Negan Smith x fem!reader

Season: 5 (I know he doesn’t exist in the show yet but this gotta be before Rick and his group)

Warnings: Verbal argument, language, pure filth, spanking, hair pulling, degrading, unprotected sex, cream pie, rough sex, use of the pet-names, good girl and baby.

Word count: 4.2k

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She knew it was very wrong and dangerous... but she needed to get out of there for a short while. Not for too long, just half an hour or so. Being Negans wife was great overall expect when he got mad.

Y/n had done this once before and when she was caught, Negan completely lost his shit. His rules are never meant to be broken. The consequences she'd gotten from going out into the woods was the worst punishment she had ever received, Negan had given her the silent treatment for three weeks. He went that hard on her because she refused to apologize before he had his men lock her inside her bedroom. She was kept in her room where she wasn't allowed to see him or interact with anyone expect when Simon brought her dinner. Those were the longest three weeks of her life and it affected her mentally.

Sure, it was like torture on her side, although, it was still nothing too extreme coming from Negan. She had her own bathroom, was fed meals everyday and had a comfortable bed. He could've just thrown her in a cell yet he went easy on her. Negan knew exactly what he was doing when he locked her in there because as soon as he let her out himself, Y/n latched onto him starting to kiss him and apologize. She had missed her husband a lot. She never dared to rule against Negan for three months until here she was again wondering around deep inside the forest until she found a large beautiful tree to sit down by and relax.

The guards that were on watch were easy to sneak past, even though Negan didn't let her go outside unsupervised for the first couple of week after she was let out of her room, she still knew who was gonna be where and when. The guards that were outside right now doesn't pay a lot of attention to who goes where, they mostly just sits on their ass talking with each other. Therefore Y/n could just more or less walk out of there.

When she felt like she had enough of being out here after what she assumed was about an hour, she started to stand up to then make her way back to the Sanctuary. After she stood up she pulled down her tight black dress, she thought it was too short since it ended at the start of her thighs but Negan loved it. It had a v-shaped cleavage and the t-shirt arm parts were separated into two pieces. There were two straps on each arm, one went over the scapula and then the shoulder was bare and then there was the next strap that was thicker than the other one. Y/n was also wearing some jewelry, a pair of gold earrings, bracelet and a necklace. Negan had gotten it all for her when she said she wanted to make her outfit look fancier and more expensive, since the dress looked to be pricey.

Once she saw the Sanctuary again she snuck back inside to her room. Happy that she'd gotten away with sneaking out or so she thought... when it was starting to become nighttime Simon walked into the lounge to announce who Negan wanted to see. It was Wednesday and he had just had Y/n in his room yesterday, that's why her and the other wives furrowed their eyebrows in unison. Confusion washing over all of their faces. Negan never called for someone two days in a row unless the wife was new, he was always more interested in getting to know the new wife and spending his time with her to make her feel welcome.

Y/n stood up and went along as Simon escorted her to Negans room. This was also weird because they just did this for the new wives, for them to learn the route to Negans room. Y/n always went alone, she knew all the ways around here. When they reached Negans room he was nowhere to be found, Y/n looked back at Simon with pure confusion on her face. He just stood firmly on the ground leant against the doorway.

"Negan will arrive soon, please go ahead and take a seat in the meantime." Simon informed and reached out his arm to signalize for Y/n to sit down in the armchair.

She squinted her eyes trying to understand what the hell was going on because this was very weird. She didn't disobey though, she walked over slowly and took a seat in the leather armchair. The leather squeaking being the only noise that was heard inside the room. Simon didn't leave the doorway, he just stood there waiting. Y/n turned around carefully and inspected him, he was looking down onto the floor lost in his own thoughts. She turned back around and started to get nervous, something was definitely wrong here.

Y/n continued staring forward until she heard footsteps down the hall. She looked down onto her hands, that she was now fiddling around with her fingers with, trying to ease the anxiety that was increasing rapidly. Y/n knew those footsteps, it was Negan.

"You can take your leave now Simon, I've got it from here." He sheeted when he walked into the room with Lucille on his shoulder.

Simon closed the door before walking away leaving Y/n alone with Negan. She followed him with his gaze as he placed Lucille down at the door then walked by her to pour some whiskey before sitting down in front of her on his leather couch. He drank all the whiskey he poured up before sighing feeling the burn in his throat. Negan placed the glass down on the table in front of him. He leant back onto his couch staring at her. His gaze was unreadable, it looked sweet, stern and angry all at once. Negan himself looked very calm though, no nostrils flaring or rapid breathing. Y/n started to relax now, thinking Simon just escorted her because Negan had some delay with his business here at the place he runs.

"How've you been, doll?" He asked placing his leg over the other and lacing his fingers together, putting his hands on his left thigh.

"I've been doing okay, how about you?" Y/n wondered putting her leg over her other leg just like Negan had done.

"I’ve been doing fucking great dear wife, what you been up to today?" Negan slimmed his eyes down at her, staring at her intensely.

Y/n's pulse rose, maybe he knew after all. She just couldn't let him know she was getting nervous. So she sat still and answered calmly. "I've been down at the library getting a new book to read... nothing else really.” Y/n shrugged.

"Nothing else, at all?" Negan questioned and looked her up and down.

She swallowed thickly, he definitely knew. Still she wouldn't give in, Y/n knew he wanted her to. Yet, she wouldn't budge.

"So your definition of 'nothing else really' is sneaking out of here just like you did a while back?" He put his other leg down on the ground and leant forward, now staring more sternly at Y/n.

She sunk into her seat a little growing increasingly worried and anxious.

"I didn't do that." Y/n was quick to defend herself.

"Oh, but you did sweetheart. You must think I have no idea what goes around here, and now that you did this again, poor Jimmy will have to face the iron for not doing his job properly." Negan informed knowing she would almost break when he threatened the leader of the group that was on guard duty to face the iron.

Y/n just stared at him, refusing to give in. Negans facial expression grew more irritated, his eyes slimming down more and that grin of his turning into a frustrated frown.

"I. didn't. fucking. do. it." She growled at him, fuming for trying to guilt her into confessing.

Negan slammed his fist onto the table out of anger making Y/n jump in her seat at the sound of the obnoxiously loud bang. Her chest was rising rapidly, Negan making her furious.

"Then I guess Jimmy will have to fucking face Lucilles bad side instead and the whole rest of the group, do you want that?" Negan threatened, his nostrils flaring. "If you just goddamn admit to running off again, he can get the iron and the others will be spared." He said fuming with anger.

"Alright!" Y/n snapped. "Fine, I did it. I ran off into the woods again!" She confessed, having Negan successfully break her.

He stared at her with his jaw tightly clenched.

"What did I say would happen last time if you ever pulled something like that again?" Negan asked, his voice full with edge and fury.

She sunk down further into the chair remembering his exact words. She broke off the eye contact and started fiddling with her fingers, looking down at the floor.

“I see you remember,” he said amused. “Repeat it for me.” Negan spat, Y/n knew he wasn’t playing around.

All she could do know was try and ease the level of cruelness the punishment she soon had to face was going to be at. Y/n knew Negan didn’t play around when it was about his rules.

“You said, ‘If you ever try to pull something like this again, I’ll throw you in one of the cells and find another wife.’” Y/n swallowed thickly, she hadn’t thought of that earlier when she was outside.

“That is exactly right!” Negan snapped, whisper shouting.

“Negan please-” Y/n started to plea but was cut off.

“Please what? Don’t throw you into one of those shitty cells and feed you dog food?” He retorted.

She looked up from the ground to Negan, nodding slowly. Looking at him with sad big eyes hoping it would have some affect on him.

“I’m sorry...” Y/n apologized, voice full of regret, almost shaking with fear.

Negan just stared at her for a couple minutes just inspecting her features as she continuously stared at him hoping he’d change his mind. When he stood up suddenly, Y/n flinched thinking he was gonna grab her and take her to the cells. But he walked slowly passed her and to his bed. He clicked his tongue against the top of his mouth meanwhile he slowly unzipped his leather jacket.

“Now what am I going to do with you...” he sighed.

Y/n sat looking down at the floor again, she didn’t dare to look up again at him. When Negan had placed his leather jacket, his belts and his leather glove on his bed he walked back to the couch, taking a seat further to the other armrest this time past the middle part. He leant back and looked at her again making Y/n look up, she didn’t dare to push him further by not cooperating. Negan gently patted his lap and motioned for her to come over with his fingers.

She furrowed her eyebrows but obeyed standing up and walking around the table standing by his lap. Y/n stared at him, confused as of what he wanted her to do.

“Lay down.” He instructed and patted his lap softly again.

“What are you going to do, Negan?” Y/n asked now more confused than worried.

“Well you haven’t been behaving and you deserved to be punished old school if you don’t want to go in the cell...” Negan taunted.

“You want to spank me...?”

“Mhm...” Negan hummed. “Until that sweet ass of yours looks all marked up.”

Y/n suddenly felt offended, he’d never done anything like that before or spoke of it. And it was quite offensive and degrading to think of it.

“No.” She said plainly.

He just raised an eyebrow at her and smirked.

“Really?” he asked grinning. “No?” Negan pouted at her.

“No, never in my life Negan.” Y/n crossed her arms across her chest to try and assert her dominance in the situation.

“You do know there are a lot of other women wanting to fill your place?” Negan asked daringly, but it wasn’t a really question more a threat.

“Great, you can spank them instead.” She bitched at him.

“Woh!” He breathed out surprised and amused. “You have big balls for someone being minutes away from being thrown into a dark and cold cell.” Negan reminded her passive aggressively, making Y/n consider his offer for a second about her receiving a spanking.

It was better than that torture hell hole they called a cell, no one wanted that. Negan wasn’t going to hurt her, it was just that she didn’t want to be so submissive to him all the time. Can’t she be aloud to go outside, what is the big deal? Negan noticed her thinking about it and smiled widely to himself.

“You know you deserve it...” his mocking voice rang loudly in her ears.

Y/n shot an annoyed look at him telling him to shut up. He just smiled, sliding his tongue between his teeth slowly. She had never seen him so satisfied and amused before.

“You’re a fucking sicko Negan.” She seethed as she went forward and sat down beside him.

“C’mon you’ll like it, as much of a naughty girl as you are, breaking rules and shit.” He placed his hand on her back. “I’ll take good care of you.” Negan grinned guiding her to lay over his lap. “You gotta get some punishment.”

“Asshole.” Y/n rolled her eyes.

She was laid over his lap with her lower stomach on his lap and her ass up in his direction. Negan started drawing small circles going up her thigh making Y/n feel heat rising in her lower stomach. He grabbed the end of her dress and pulled it up over her ass revealing her soft flesh completely expose since she was wearing a thong.

“Tell me baby, were you hoping for this earlier today? I mean judging by the choice of black lace underwear, can’t even call it underwear more a pair of two strings-”

“Stop being such a fucking dick.” Y/n growled from her position looking back at him.

“Oh,” he breathed out daringly. “Feisty today, aren’t ya?”

“Just fucking get started...” she mumbled.

“You’re eager for it, aren’t you?” Negan asked meanwhile he caressed her ass, guiding his hand to her pussy. “Tell me Y/n...” he began, teasing her inner thighs with his devilish touches. “Would you rather have me here at your pretty pussy?”

Y/n had to hold back a small moan from his words. Fuck, she thought to herself. Why did this man have to know her so well? She wanted to be mad at him, she needed to be because he had been such a fucking asshole but she just couldn’t stay mad.

“Mmm...” she hummed.

“What was that?” Negan was quick to ask, sliding his finger closer to the fabric of her thong. “Want me to remove these slutty pair of panties, babydoll?”

“Fuck... yeah.” Y/n exhaled deeply, feeling Negan reach for the hem of her underwear.

He then slid his hand up her thigh after throwing the panties onto the floor. When he got to her heat he pressed his knuckle lightly against her clit, making her grip onto the couch and pull her lower lip in between her teeth, biting down in hopes to hold the moan trying to escape her lips out. When Negan put more pressure on her clit with his knuckle, Y/n couldn’t help but to let out a moan.

“Please...” she plead, not quite sure what she was begging for.

“No no. You still have a punishment remaining, don’t for a second think I’ve forgotten about that.” Negan reminded, making her more bite down onto her lip again.

The thought of a spanking now sounded more exciting to Y/n as she was feeling hot. She felt his hand slowly going over her ass cheek, Negan gripped her ass making her gasp before he raised his hand and a loud smack was hard in the room. Y/n felt the stinging on her ass and wanted to touch it out of reflex to ease the pain but Negan grabbed her hand, pushing it away. Soon the stinging sensation turned into something that was somewhat pleasurable. Another hard smack landed on the exact same spot making Y/n gasp again feeling how her core started aching, begging for someone to please her. It tingled satisfyingly on her asscheek as Negan landed another sharp spank. She let out a soft moan from the feeling earning another smack on the exact same place from Negan.

“Shit.” Y/n whimpered after a couple of minutes when Negan had smacked the same spot rapidly and it was now turning into a sharp stinging sensation she didn't like as much.

“What’s the matter baby, starting to not enjoy yourself as much anymore?” Negan taunted.

“Fuck off.” Y/n spat through gritted teeth only earning a harder smack from Negan.

He gripped her hair pulling her head back. “Had enough yet?”

Negan spanked her again and she moaned with her cheeks flushed red, eyes looking forward with tears starting to form in them from the overwhelming stinging.

“You ever gonna pull something off like that again?” Negan asked with a dangerously low tone in her ear.

“Fuck. you.” Y/n remarked.

He gripped her hair tighter and smacked the hardest he’d done yet making Y/n’s back arch as she opened her mouth and let out a soft gasp. She quickly chewed down onto her bottom lip not wanting Negan to see her enjoying this. Because then she’d prove him right about the fact that she did in fact like this.

“You ever gonna pull something like that again?” He asked again now practically growling in her ear.

When she didn’t answer Negan landed another hard smack making Y/n cry out from the stinging sensation. Her right asscheek having multiple red marks silhouetting a hand, all of the marks were almost in the same spot.

“I’m not!” she cried out from the mix of pleasure and pain.

He smacked her ass once again still having her hair in a tight grip, Y/n had her eyes closed concentrated on the stinging on her ass. “You promise?” she could hear Negan purr in her ear.

“Yes, Negan! I promise!” she swore as her voice trembled, completely overwhelmed by this new type of pleasure.

Negan landed one last brutal spank before leaning into her ear and whispering; “Good.” Sending a chilling shiver down Y/n’s spine.

He let go of her hair and Y/n breathed heavily into the couch, the stinging on her ass calming down now that another smack was not collided with it. Although, the aching between her legs was not calming down, this whole thing had made her so turned on and she had no idea why. She felt Negan hand creep up her inner thigh back to her cunt. Her body shook from being so aroused when he put a bit of pressure on her clit then proceeded to feel how wet she was.

“Shit,” he grinned. “You really liked that didn’t you?” Negan taunted teasingly.

“Shut up.” Y/n growled hating how right he was.

“You know what?” he removed his hand from her core making Y/n cry out in frustration. “I do not appreciate that tone of yours. You need to calm the fuck down.” Negan warned.

“I don’t give a shit.” She pushed him further.

Y/n gasped when Negan gripped her hair tightly and pulled her head back. “Do you want me to fuck that nasty attitude out of you? Because I will gladly do it, if it means that I will not have to put up with that annoying ass attitude of yours.”

She whimpered at his words thinking about what he’d just said. Y/n pushed her hips down in hopes of that Negans hand was under her since she couldn’t look back and see for herself.

“Would you like that doll?” he asked wanting her to say it herself.

“Yes!” Y/n cried out frustrated, still trying to search for his fingers.

Negan pulled her up from her lap and stood up, he turned her around so that she was on her knees on the couch, her chest past the backrest, hands gripping onto it. Negan reached to the zipper of Y/n’s dress and pulled it down, then he roughly pulled the dress over her head automatically making her sit up to follow the motion of the piece of fabric that was being pulled off of her. He quickly unclasped her bra and tossed it onto the floor where the dress was already laying. Negan put his hand on her upper back and pressed her forward so that she was bent over the couch.

He unzipped his jeans and pulled his thick length out. Then Negan proceeded to grip Y/n’s hips and held her in place before guiding his dick to her dripping entrance. She groaned at the feeling how Negan stretching her just the way she loved. Y/n gripped onto the couch when he began moving inside her, pulling his hips back to then ram back inside. It was fortunate for Y/n that Negan was holding her in place since she still flew forward with the force he was using.

“Fuck!” she cried out enjoying how Negan repeatedly pounded in and out of her.

“Yeah? You like this?” he asked. “Now tell me, are you going to be a good girl from now on?”

He had bent himself over so his mouth was at her ear, making her whole body shiver as he whispered. Y/n bit down on her lower lip, focusing on the pleasure currently being brought to her.

“Are you?” Negan spat, yanking her head backwards by her hair.

All Y/n could do was moan and whimper while he fucked into her brutally. She opened her mouth trying to answer but no words came out, just a gasp.

“Answer me baby...” he whispered teasingly with seduction in his voice.

She held on tighter to the backrest and couldn’t even hold her own head up when Negan let go off of her hair and stood up properly again.

“Yes, Negan!” Y/n managed to get out, it didn’t sound genuine though more pornographic.

“Good.” Negan grunted firmly, thrusting into her cunt harder.

As the minutes passed Y/n became louder and louder while Negan became more and more confident. He knew he could always make her into this speechless and begging mess during sex.

“Goddamn it, you feel so fucking good around me.” Negan groaned, thrusting into her deeper than before making Y/n arch her back when he hit that special spot.

She screamed out in pleasure as he continuously hit her sweet spot, the knot in her stomach starting to build. Negan smiled at her from behind in pride. He was proud over how loud he made her, how she couldn’t help but be so loud because he made her feel so fucking good.

“Negan!” She called out, he knew this meant that she was very close.

She always began to call out when she was on edge of having an orgasm. As soon as Negan angled his thrust Y/n was pushed over the edge, feeling how the knot in her stomach became undone. Biting down on the backrest while she came, due to the insane pleasure. She didn’t know how else to handle it.

He wasn’t far behind her now, when Negan saw her become undone it turned him on a hundred times more. He continued pounding in and out of her, the wet noises of them filling the room. Y/n’s moans no longer being heard since she was recovering from the full body orgasm she’d just had. Her breath shaky, face red and hair all messed up.

Negan began slowing down his thrusts, grunting when he rammed inside her furiously with all the strength he had. Y/n had put the left side of her face down on the backrest so it was now resting in-between her hands that were still gripping the couch. The tight grip was important so that she wouldn’t slide into the cushions when Negan slammed into her with such force. Soon enough he was stood still, buried as much as he possibly could be inside her. Then he filled her up with his seed, coating her walls white.

His breathing was now matching Y/n’s, both breathing heavily. Negan let himself slip out of her as he softened. He studied how Y/n looked freshly fucked, calming down from pleasure that had filled her to the brim. Negan couldn’t help but to notice how attractive she looked like this. Sweat pearling on her skin, cheeks red, hair messed up and how exhausted she looked. He bent over her and tucked the strands of hair that were in the way behind her right ear.

“Fuck, you are hot...” Negan purred in her ear before pressing a kiss to her neck.

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~ Blossom of Affection | JJK

Pairing: CEO!husband!Jungkook x writer!fem!wife!Reader

Warnings: this is mostly fluff guys, a sprinkle of angst if you squint, idiots in love, more progress!, food ingestion. (let me know if I missed anything!)

Summary: We take another glimpse into yours and Jungkook's marriage and how things seem to be improving between you both. It all was perfect, it all was meant to last forever. That is his intention: to keep you by his side as Jungkook realised a truth his heart had known for quite sometime now. Affection bloomed in the desolated desert of the arrangement, now you both have to keep it and treasure that affection that morphed into something else without neither of you knowing about it.

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N Hi guys! Welcome to the third chapter of "Sweet Marriage: A Handsome Husband Series" I hope you are as excited as I am for this part. I struggled a bit to write it as- well it's really fluffy and has the good stuff in it but I personally find it easier to write angst O.o

ALSO, thank you guys so much for 100 followers! You all make me so happy and I am over the moon there are people out there who enjoy my writing. I just finished writing this that I couldn't resist to publish it while also gifting you something for all the support I've received since I started this blog. Thank you so much, sweet ones! 💜💜💜

~ Let me know your thoughts in the comments please!

Drabbles are open for this series! 💜

Time seemed to fly when you were with Jungkook. It flew out of your hands, leaving you with sweet memories of shy smiles and delicate touches here and there.

Neither of you had brought the conversation with his parents at the restaurant. So it seemed that subject was clear, it would be explored in the future by the two of you. No-one else.

You were currently in the kitchen of the large apartment you shared with your handsome husband, you were looking down a list of ingredients and instructions as you were determined to cook Jungkook a nice meal for when he'd come home after work.

You wanted to surprise him, to thank him for all the soft attention he has had with you since the beginning of your married life alongside him. It was the least you could do and you sincerely hoped he'd like your little surprise and maybe allow you to do more things for him.

It was something you wanted, something your heart needed you to do. A soft smile was plastered on your face as you took out a knife from the drawer and prepared yourself to cut the vegetables.

The idea of making him something to eat came to you in the form of a YouTube video after having searched for tips for wives. And after reading the comments, you wanted to make something for Jungkook too. Hoping that he'd like what you'd cook for him.

"I already sent the report to Hoseok, he also confirmed the deal with Mr. Cha was closed. We expect the shipment to arrive on the 15th."

Jimin said, finishing his report to Jungkook. It was a normal day at the corporation, slightly busier than other days but nothing out of the ordinary.

"Thanks, Jimin-ah. If that was all, you may go."

The younger man began typing an email on his laptop for Mr. Cha thanking him for the deal they were able to pull together. Jungkook's eyes snapped forward, seeing as Jimin was still standing in front of his desk.

"Do you have anything else to tell me?"

The shorter man gave him a teasing smile that made Jungkook roll his eyes in an almost playful way as he shut down his laptop and paid his friend and colleague all his attention.

"Go on, spit it out."

Jimin was quick to take a seat in one of the two chairs in front of him. The eagerness radiated from his body like the heat from the sun.

"How are things going on? Between you and (y/n)?"

Jungkook sighed, his eyes locking momentarily on his silver wedding band around his finger.

"Fine, I guess."

Jimin clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Things cannot be just fine, Kook. In married life, things are either bad or good. Fine is practically a synonym for bad in this field, aish you still have a lot to learn."

The younger one frowned at his friend. He better have Mrs. Baek’s signature on the property contract instead of gossiping with him about his married life.

"Well, things are fine, Jimin. They are not perfect but they are not bad either. It is a slow progression."

"You wish for things to change yet you are scared of moving too fast, isn't it? I've met some couples in your same situation, Kookie, trust me it will get better."

Jungkook stared at his friend, there was a gleam in Jimin's eyes, his voice sounded more cheerful than usual.

"How do you know so much about married life when you are the most single person on Earth?"

Jimin laughed, throwing his head back as the sound resonated across the walls of the office.

"Coaches don't play, though I must admit I have played the game of love from time to time."

Jungkook's eyes widened. Rarely had his shorter friend spoken about his love life.

"But that is not the subject at hand, Kook. We are talking about your marriage, your love life."

The doe-eyed man let out a deep sigh, his mind raising with thoughts of you, memories he cherished deeply.

"Tell me, what is it about her that has you so enamoured?"

Jungkook thought for a moment, all those times he had felt his heart pound in his chest, when butterflies had fluttered in his stomach, when all his mind could think of was you and you alone.

"Everything about her, Jimin, is simply... mesmerising. I love her voice, her personality, that gleam in her eyes, the way she chews her bottom lip when she's writing, how she welcomes me home every day and waits for me no matter the time. Her mere existence is enough to make me happy. It's just... her."

Jimin smiled knowingly. Even when he could be seen as a flirt and sometimes a tease, he knew more about life than people often gave him credit for.

"You love her, don't you?"

The blond haired man said, almost as if stating it. He had once guessed the crush his friend had on his own wife; it wasn't difficult for him to tell when Jungkook, one of his most expressive friends, was in love.

The latter took a second to think about the statement. Only a second. He didn't need any longer as he nodded.

"I do. I think I have for a while, I just didn't want to... I don't know, accept it then tell her and for her to not accept my feelings."

Jungkook was aware of the name his heart screamed. It was now pointless to deny it any longer as he had voiced his feelings out loud. He was in love. He loved you. Something as normal as love in a married man was as foreign as water on Mars for him.

Sometimes Jungkook wished his marriage hadn't been arranged. He, more times than often thought about different ways he could have met you, made you fall in love with him and then marry you. But his parents had complicated everything, he had started that cycle from the back and now it was tough to approach step two: make you love him.

But maybe, if his parents hadn't married him off, perhaps he'd have never met you. You both would have existed like parallel lines, living the same timeline but never meant to meet.

Jungkook's wish was for you to love him. He thought he had to make you fall in love with him without knowing that in your heart, his name was engraved in the golden letters of forever.

You had just finished cooking some Japchae for when your husband came home. You were really proud of the final result and now you only had to wait for Jungkook to come back.

Giving that he had been leaving the company earlier than before, you didn't doubt that he'd be home by dinner time. Now you just had to wait a bit, killing some time while giving your novel a final read.

The clock ticked by slowly, as if your life was in slow motion. But then you heard it, the electronic lock unlocked with its usual noise, the door opened and in came Jungkook. You smiled, a motion that you couldn't stop. As involuntary as the beating of your heart. As inevitable as the rising of the sun every morning and the moon rising at night.

It just happened. Existed in and on itself. Like your love for your husband that was kept in unsaid words and longing gazes.

"You're back early."

Was what you said as you stood up from the couch and walked towards the main entrance. He smiled at you. In a soft way. Delicate. Like a rose petal.

Jungkook didn't know what to say, he was so happy with seeing you that all the words he had previously rehearsed in his mind were erased. As if white paint had fallen over a canvas. Hiding every trace of his thoughts. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, a gleam in his eyes found your own (e/c) pools.

He didn't say anything. No words would have been enough to express what he was feeling. There was no way to describe such emotions. Jungkook extended his arm towards you and you gasped as you saw what he held in his left hand, the silver wedding band in his finger stole your attention for a moment before your focus was on the bouquet of sunflowers he presented to you.

"Kook."

That nickname again. It escaped your lips without you noticing it. Not that he minded, a soft blush dusted his cheeks and butterflies swarmed in his stomach when your fingers grazed his own as you took the bouquet from his hold.

"I was on my way home when I saw the flowers and thought of you."

You smiled, trying to hide the gesture behind the beautiful yellow flowers. Butterflies flew in your stomach at his words. The look in his doe-eyes made you flustered.

"I really like them, thank you."

Jungkook looked down as a smile grew on his face as well. The moment itself was perfect, innocent in its own way. Romantic in the name of love. Pure.

"I... I also have something for you."

You said before biting your lower lip. You felt a sudden nervousness creep up your spine at the thought of presenting your dinner to your husband whom you married as a stranger yet now owned your mind and heart like he couldn't imagine.

"You do?"

He asked, impressed. Lifting an eyebrow in curiosity, he gazed into your eyes with sincerity and happiness. A concept that made you nod, not being able to word out your raging thoughts.

Your hand took a hold of his own. You burned at his touch and your heart sped up, you walked toward the dining room taking Jungkook with you. He couldn't help the eagerness that cursed through his body. A smile on his lips as he followed you across the apartment.

"I made you some dinner. I hope you will like it."

He smiled. How could he not? He looked down at you and if you had looked at him that exact moment you'd have seen the absolute adoration his heart held for you. The woman who was able to call herself his wife.

"Why don't you put your flowers in a vase and join me for dinner?"

You nodded, suddenly remembering that your hand was still holding his. You retrieved it from his hold and walked back to the kitchen, trying to hide your very obvious blush over your cheeks.

Jungkook chuckled to himself at your reaction while his heart swelled with love at the surprise you had for him. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't wished for this precise moment to happen as he had often heard some of his colleagues and employees - married men at that- comment about their respective wives' cooking.

Leaving the misogyny aside, he loved the thought. A soft act of service. A gentle reminder of love, an existing pattern of compromise.

You returned to the dining room carrying a heavy looking vase where the sunflowers rested. You put it on the centre of the table and turned to look at your husband, a nervous smile on your face, one that he'd describe as cute, was painted over your lips.

"I hope you are in the mood for some japchae."

Jungkook sat in front of you on the dining table. There was a plate with japchae in front of him as well as a bowl of white rice and a bottle of soju to enjoy. It was silent between you both, the only thing that could be heard in the grand space was the sound of cutlery hitting the plates, of soju being poured and some sighs at the delicious taste of the food.

"You... This is so good, (y/n)."

Exclaimed your husband, you chuckled at his reaction as you watched him enjoy the prepared glass noodles with a frown of pleasure between his brows. A gesture you couldn’t help but find cute.

"I'm glad you liked it. You can thank @tradiKfood on YouTube for the recipe."

He snorted, cheeks puffy with food and you laughed at his reaction. Jungkook noticed how much he liked that sound. Your laughter. It was sweet and breathy; refreshing like an autumn breeze on the beach during the early hours of the day. It sounded so carefree and safe. Genuine.

If you had been able to read his mind you'd have noticed how he vowed to himself to always make sure to hear that laughter. So joyous. So you.

"By the way, I have an appointment with my editor tomorrow."

He raised an eyebrow at you, swallowing his mouthful of food before saying, placing his chopsticks next to his bowl of rice.

"Really? Did you already finish your next book?"

You nodded in happiness and Jungkook couldn't feel more proud of you. He had read your first novel before you became his wife and he thought it was written so beautifully. The plot was amazing and the characterization was made with expertise. That was what he had thought. And that idea was still settled in his mind up until today.

You were a talented writer and he was sure you were going to get far with your amazing stories but he knew he'd be damned if he didn't offer you every kind of support at his reach to make your dreams come true.

"I did. I actually like how it ended, you know? I hope Mrs. Ming will share that thought with me."

He offered you a soft smile. And you took a second to marvel at how handsome your husband truly was. He had taken off his jacket, leaving him in only his white shirt with the first buttons open as well as rolled sleeves that revealed his inked art on his right arm. His dark hair was a bit dishevelled as he had run his hands over it once or twice since he arrived home.

His back faced the large windows that gave away the mesmerising view of the city lights, the moon was high on the night sky and the stars were in his big eyes.

"I wish I could read it."

You looked down at your unfinished bowl of rice as you tried to suppress a smile, a gesture that eventually marked your beautiful features.

"You can, once it's out."

You looked up at the sound of him clicking his tongue only to laugh at his expression, brows furrowed and lips pouting. He looked cute. And that was saying something given how hot and handsome he looked at that moment.

"I know it will be amazing."

His words warmed your heart. The love for your work had come to you in many ways but to hear such praise from your husband who you were madly in love with meant the entire world to you. Maybe even more.

"Thanks, Kook."

He smiled. Absolutely loving how that nickname sounded on your lips. He wanted to hear it every day, every morning when he woke up and every night when he came back from work. It meant something because it was you who were saying it. You made it special, like a magic charm only you had over his life.

Enchanting his days, bewitching his soul, transfiguring his life as the owner of his heart.

The night was still young. You were curled over the couch, eyes trained on the large TV hanging from the wall as you watched a movie. But this time it was different all because of a certain someone sitting next to you. And that someone was Jungkook.

He had also changed into more comfortable clothes, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt on. You wore your soft and comfortable nightgown in a light shade of blue.

The two of you decided to watch a movie before going to sleep. He suggested it, you accepted. With the one and only purpose to be close to him for a bit longer, even if you two weren't talking, if you weren't directly seeing him, the quality time still counted and fuelled your heart.

Jungkook felt how his heart sped up when you sat next to him on the couch, your eyes were trained on the large screen but he was going to enjoy this time with you. This indirect coexistence. It was natural on its own, lovely so as to describe it somehow.

You tucked your knees up to your chest, completely invested in the plot of the movie unaware of the soft and longing gazes your husband sent your way from now and then.

Is this how it feels?

Jungkook asked himself as his dark eyes rested on your side profile, the movie plot could be damned as he had the most beautiful woman on earth sitting right next to him.

Is this how it is to fall in love?

You smiled at the screen, laughing softly at one of the dialogues he didn't hear. You turned to look at him, a smile on your face and he felt how his world stopped turning. It was magical. Like a spell you casted over him. Like a sweet candy after taking a sour medicine.

You bit your lip and directed your gaze back to the TV but your focus was on your husband. He occupied your mind, owned your thoughts, claimed your soul without knowing. Your heart soared at the fact of having him so close.

So close yet so far. There were so many things you wanted to say, so many things you needed him to know, things you wished to speak about. But he was unreachable in that level of intimacy. Something you wish to break and you thought that the crystal wall that existed between you both was already cracking. Cracking with the dagger of love. Of the blossom of affection that began to grow in between the marriage.

"Love is not something to be ashamed of, you should tell her."

Said one of the characters in the movie. That single sentence of dialogue felt like a punch to reality for Jungkook. Should he really tell you?

"But what if she doesn't love me back? I prefer to love her in silence, in silence there is no refusal on her part."

This movie was getting too personal for Jungkook. Those thoughts had also swarmed in his head for so long. Days in which his mind was plagued with the image of you, when your voice spoke his thoughts and your presence invaded his heart.

He looked at you softly, watching how you relaxed on the couch and covered your mouth with the back of your hand as you yawned.

"It's late, (y/n). Do you want to go to bed?"

But you shook your head, a sleepy expression on your face as you looked at your husband, loving the caring tone in his voice.

"No, I wanna see when he confesses."

He chuckled, running a hand through his already messy hair.

"You can always watch it later, it's on Netflix for a reason."

You shook your head again, a cute pout over your lips.

"But I want to watch it with you."

That left him speechless. His mind was blank, an empty canvas with no words for him to express freely. You did that to him, that and other many things he had only experimented with you by his side.

Jungkook lifted his arm and rested it on the back of the couch before his hand took a hold of your shoulder as he pushed you towards him. It was a bold move. You gasped. Thankful that the flat was swimming in darkness so that your husband couldn't see your pretty obvious blush painting your cheeks.

A second passed in silence, then another and another. Maybe a minute or it could have been an hour in which the both of you stayed there, too stunned to speak, too afraid to break the moment.

"Just relax, if you fall asleep you could fall off the couch and hurt yourself."

Lame, he thought to himself. Jungkook mentally slapped himself at the weak excuse he said, he thought it was stupid. His brain malfunctioned when you were this close yet it also pressured him to say something so as to break any crumbs of awkwardness between you both.

"Thanks."

You replied, feeling your skin burning where he touched you, tingles travelled up your spine and along your body. It was magical. Perfect. As if he had planned it all completely when it had only been a spur of the moment.

After some time leaning against Jungkook, you relaxed completely so as to rest your head on his shoulder. The motion made his breath hitch in his throat. He was the most fortunate man in that moment, in that fragment of time for he was able to hold you and keep you close.

You trusted him, you were safe being near him and that made his heart soar with happiness. The simple fact that you stayed by his side willingly made him feel happiness like never before. Fortunate. Lucky. Chosen.

The one and only man who was destined to love you, he was meant to worship you as his wife, to protect you from the world and to give you all the love he was physically capable of carrying in his heart.

The soft patter of rain against the large windows reached his ears and calmed his soul. It was perfect, that exact moment was absolute and pure perfection. The definition of that word was that moment, with light rain falling over Seoul, a nice movie as background noise with you cuddled by his side in cosy clothes.

Jungkook felt your body lean further into him as you grew lax in his embrace, the soft sound of your calming breathing made him smile, squeezing your shoulder a bit from where his hand rested against you. He knew you were tired but the mere thought of you wanting to stay a bit longer by his side warmed his heart.

He looked down at you, eyes trailing over your sleeping figure. He smiled in adoration, in contemplation, in admiration. In love.

As discreetly as possible he paused the movie and turned the TV off, leaving the apartment in an aerie silence. Only the sound of rain along with this racing heart were heard. His inked hand caressed your cheek in a delicate motion. Almost as if you were a glass doll and he was afraid of breaking you.

Because you were so precious to him, his perfect gem he ought to keep, love and protect. As a husband, as your lover but most importantly, as your man. For he was already yours even if, in the end, you’d change your mind and left him with his own memories of you. He was yours. In this life and the next one.

When Jungkook loved, he loved hard. Completely. Wholeheartedly. And now, you were the owner of that love.

Your skin was soft under his touch, slightly chilly from the coolness of the flat but soft nonetheless. As soft as he had ever touched in his life. Jungkook lifted you into his arms, cradling you against his chest with precise yet gentle movements as he began walking towards your shared bedroom.

Passing Bam’s house on the way, he smiled at his already sleeping Dobermann before resuming his destination while carrying you in his arms. If you had been awake at that moment, you’d have heard the loud thumping of his heart beneath his ribcage. It was such a strong motion Jungkook feared for a second his heart was going to leave its confinement.

He laid you down on the bed delicately, making sure you were comfortable enough before he climbed on his side of the bed and dropped the cover over you both, chasing the chill away and enveloping you in a warmth that dropped you further into the land of dreams.

His hand found your own underneath the blankets, long fingers trailed softly over your wedding band. The sign to the world that you belong with Jungkook. A promise of respect and love; of sincerity and happiness.

“I love you, (y/n).”

Those whispered words were meant for your ears only, but not yet for your mind to comprehend. However, Jungkook couldn’t live another minute on this Earth without him speaking such words of adoration.

The whisper was so soft that only he could hear it, afraid that if he spoke any louder the perfect moment would shatter like a glass colliding with the merciless reality. He wished to persevere in your affection, a blooming love that grew in between the cracks of a twisted marriage.

“I love you so much, my (y/n).”

You turned to him in your sleep and had it not been for the darkness of the bedroom, the blush in his cheeks would have been evident as you pressed yourself to his chest, your face nuzzled into him as you sighed in your unconscious state. Almost as if you had heard him declare his love for you, perhaps you had. But he couldn’t know that.

It was a simple assumption that pierced his thoughts over the blossom of affection between you two. Between husband and wife and the slits of unspoken love in the middle of the relationship.

Maybe it had been arranged, but that doesn’t mean the feelings were fake. It was a move of fate, a destined meeting. The blooming of care and its transformation to love. It all happened for a reason, and there was nothing Jungkook desired more than for you to stay by his side forever and claim that place next to him; the place of his wife. Loved by her husband in a world of lies and vanities but with affection still able to bloom and grow in the depths of his heart that only screamed your name.

~Masterpost

Sept/17/2023

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mkay sorry for the messy sketches but i came up with this au a while ago and figured i'd finally share it

so basically: what if Emily was movie!Hatty's first wife- and partner in crime?

we don't learn the names of any of Alistair Crump's wives in the film, in fact there's nothing about his first wife mentioned at all (iirc, ive only watched the movie twice lmao), so personally i hc that his first wife was named Emily at least because lol

but for this au, what if she was actually a big part of the plot?

as a mortal, Emily falls in love with and marries Alistair, knowing nothing about his ties to the occult. after some time though, she finds out about his seances and sacrifices, but instead of being disgusted and frightened, she wants in. after some time, the two hatch a plan together to bind their souls together and increase their paranormal power in both life and the afterlife. Emily allows Alistair to sacrifice her in a private ritual between the two (pics 1-3), while Alistair covers it up by claiming another person murdered her, continuing his seances under the guise of wishing to contact his deceased lover. meanwhile, Emily is able to assist Alistair from beyond the grave, using her ghostly powers to aid in his dark rituals (pic 4). after Alistair passes away, they reunite in the afterlife, gleefully terrorizing other spirits and mortals together.

now of course, some of the events in the movie's story would be different:

Emily initially poses as benevolent, acting sympathetic towards the mortals and pretending to protect them from the "evil spirits", while eventually luring them right into her husband's clutches

she's the one who shapeshifts into Alyssa to trick Ben, and the one who pretended to be Eleanor Gracey in order to convince William Gracey to commit Die

Alistair continues to pretend she was murdered by someone else, using his loss to relate to Ben; “I know how it feels to have your love taken away from you so suddenly Ben, but I can help you reunite with her at last, just as I have with my dearest Emily…”

rather than Alistair possessing Bruce near the end, Emily possesses Harriet while she's distracted by Bruce's heart attack; due to her cause of death being that she was stabbed in the chest, Emily's ghost form has a tendency to bleed from the mouth when using her powers; instead of Bruce's nosebleed giving it away, blood starts coming from Harriet's mouth as Emily's deception comes undone

both Emily and Alistair end up banished at the end, with Alistair going first and Emily grabbing Ben's ankles as she's pulled down in order to try and take him with them

so yeah! that's my evil!Emily au. maybe one day i'll write a fic about it, i've already started one actually but if i could do a full movie rewrite i would... the mortal parts are good and all but we needed more ghost action tbh

#haunted mansion #haunted mansion 2023 #haunted mansion au #blood cw #alistair crump #sketch #fanart #emily (thm)#heartbox #match made in hell au #i have no name ideas for this LMAO #murder wife murder wife murder wife-

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Westeros couples with large age gaps

Okay, today I want to write about the age gap among Westeros couples. This will be a long post. I got this idea after seeing a post calling Daemon a pedophile for the hundredth time. I would understand if this was written by people who are concerned about Rhaenyra’s well-being, but no. The authors of such statements are most often green fans who don’t care about Rhaenyra and are looking for another reason to write nasty things about Daemon.

The sexual relationship between Daemon and Rhaenyra began when the princess was 15 and the prince 31. From a modern point of view, this is terrible, I admit. If I had a daughter, I would never have allowed her to have a relationship with such a big age difference when she was 15. But at that time, others were more embarrassed by the fact of an extramarital affair than by the fact of an extramarital affair. age difference. Rhaenyra was lucky in a way. I mean, before the war, Daemon was good to her. They spent a lot of time together, expensive gifts, compliments. Maesters love to discuss Daemon and Rhaenyra's relationship during the war, but before the war there was not a single mention of adultery in the ten years of marriage. Moreover, shortly before the war, Daemon and Rhaenyra conceived another child, and the entire time the princess was carrying Visenya, her husband was always nearby. And even at 49 years old, Daemon was still an attractive man.

Let's look at other couples.

Rhaenys and Corlys. The age difference between them is 21 years. Corlys is older than Rhaenys's father, Prince Aemon. But this did not bother anyone. The princess's grandfather himself, King Jaehaerys, approved of this marriage and stated that Rhaenys could not have chosen a better man. And Rhaenys was only 16 years old, while Corlys was 37 years old. She was his wife almost all her life. 39 years of marriage.

What do you think of the age difference between Corlys and the mother of his illegitimate sons? 44 years old. My grandfather was 44 when I was born. And it wasn’t even a one-night stand, since there were two children. The boys lived with their mother in the village, while Corlys did nothing for the boys' well-being over the years, as he was too afraid of his wife's reaction.

Next up are Princess Daella Targaryen and Lord Rodrik Arryn, who are 21 years apart in age. I admit, I don't feel any animosity towards this couple. After all, thanks to them, Aemma Arryn was born, and after Rhaenyra Targaryen. But there are some points that confuse me. First, the reasons why Daella chose Lord Arryn is that he reminds her of her father. The second thing is that, according to Alysanne, Rodrik loved the princess for many years and did not hide it. I'm sorry, many years? Daella was 16 when the wedding took place. How old was Daella when a thirty-year-old man and father of four children liked her? There's an even better question. If Alysanne knew that the councilman was in love with her daughter, who was younger than his own eldest daughter, then why didn't she do anything?

What will people say about Lady Baela Targaryen and Thaddeus Rowan, who was 40 years older than the girl? Here is his description.

"Lord Rowan is forty years my senior, bald as a stone, with a belly that weighs more than I do."

Every girl's dream, isn't it? Fortunately, Baela was able to avoid such a marriage, but Floris Baratheon was not so lucky. Thaddeus was 42 years older than the girl, and Floris herself got married at 14. To make matters worse, a few years later the poor girl died during childbirth.

What about between the engagement between Princess Viserra Targaryen and Lord Theomore Manderly, who was 30-40 years older than the bride? To make matters worse, he outlived four of his wives and had several heirs. Viserra would be doomed to spend the rest of her life in a foreign land, with an old and ugly husband, and her children, if they were born, would not receive any inheritance. I just can’t believe that such a marriage was arranged for a girl by her own mother.

Princess Daenerys Targaryen (daughter of Aegon the Unworthy) at the age of 15 married Prince Maron Martell, who was 14-25 years older than her. The marriage was an arranged one and, according to GRRM, Daenerys herself was in love with her illegitimate brother Daemon Blackfire. But at least it seems that Maron was kind to his wife, and Daenerys herself became the wife of the Prince of Dorne. I would like to believe that Daenerys was able to find happiness in this marriage.

Lysa Tully was born between 266 and 268. Her first husband, Jon Arryn, was born between 218 and 220. The age difference between them is almost fifty years. Jon was old enough to be a father to Hoster Tully, Lysa's father. I have never felt love for Lysa Arryn, but I feel sorry for her. She was unhappy almost all her life, and due to her past abortion, she was unable to become a mother for a long time. Jon was kind to wife and their marriage gave Lysa power over the Valley, but still the power did not make Lysa happy.

Daenerys Targaryen and Khal Drogo. Their age difference is somewhere between 15-20 years. GOT tried to romanticize this couple, but I don’t see romance. I apologize to the fans of this couple. But Dany is a real victim of Stockholm syndrome. I really feel sorry for fourteen-year-old Daenerys, who convinced herself that there was great love between her and Drogo.

Lord Walder Frey and his eighth wife Lady Joyeuse Erenford. Attention, the age difference between them is 74 years! Walder is an old and rude old man who has more than ten heirs. The poor girl will just waste her youth on her husband and be unhappy all her life.

Larra Rogare and Prince Viserys Targaryen. Their age difference is only seven years. Not as much as previous couples. Everything would not be so bad if Viserys was 16 years old and Larra 23, but no. When the couple got married, the prince was only 12 years old, and at 13 he became a father. This is normal?!

The next couple will surprise everyone. This is Maegor Targaryen and Ceryse Hightower, who was 10 years older than her husband. Then again, if Maegor was 16 and Ceryse was 26, everything would be fine. But Maegor was only thirteen. At that time, he had not yet become a murderer of relatives and a usurper, he was a child. Problematic, but still a child. I blame Aegon and Visenya for allowing their son to marry so early rather than wait at least two or three more years.

The point is that in Westeros marriages with large age differences constantly occurred. This is truly terrible. Some were able to find happiness in their marriage, some avoided it, some remained unhappy for the rest of their lives. This post may seem chaotic to some, but don't judge me. I got sick a little bit.

#daemyra #only books #just my thoughts #fans of the following couples #please don't kill me #team black #asoiaf #fire and blood

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mermaidsirennikita · 2 months

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I don't know if a book like this exists. I am fairly new to the romance genre.

Can you suggest a book where a married couple falls back in love?

I just want to read a hopeful novel with hot sex. I did read the unhoneymooners but I thought it was a little boring.

Oh, def! This would be called "marriage in trouble", typically. And yeah, Christina Lauren used to write hot sex scenes, but sadly their more recent books have been quiiiite tame :/

Historical:

The Duchess Deal The Day of the Duchess by Sarah MacLean. One of my favorite marriage in trouble books. The hero and heroine were in love, but the marriage happened under very less than ideal circumstances, after which he cheated on her, and she lost their baby a few months later. She ran off, and is now back after a couple of years wanting a divorce. He does NOT want a divorce, so he decides to get her back by asking her to help him find a new wife, during which he plans to seduce her. Angsty and hot and very good.

The Courtesan Duchess by Joanna Shupe. These two never consummated the marriage, which was arranged, and he basically fucked off to the Continent and left her alone. She needs his baby for legal purposes six years later and disguises herself as a courtesan to seduce him, as he wouldn't recognize her anyway. They DO fall in love then, she DOES get pregnant, and when she leaves him he figures out what happened and shows up at their house like THE OTHER SHOE JUST DROPPED, understandably quite pissed. It's so fun. She throws up all over him. lOVE.

Lady Isabella's Scandalous Marriage by Jennifer Ashley. Maybe my favorite marriage in trouble book. They've been separated a few years, and she storms back into his life because she realized that someone is forging his paintings and wants him to know. And he's all "while you're here..... stay forever yes?" But she's all "stay forever... no" so he decides to put all of his effort and extreme sexiness into getting her back. This one is soooooo hot. The sex was never their issue, in fact lol it was maybe too good and basically helped them ignore their problems (including the fact that they got married like, right after meeting because they were horny for each other).

Private Arrangements by Sherry Thomas. The classic "he left her the day after the wedding and they've been separated for ten years and now she wants a divorce so that she can marry someone else and he's all ummmmm BABY FIRST" setup.

Her Husband's Harlot by Grace Callaway. This isn't really a "fall back in love" book because they don't know each other that well, though he is enamored with her and she does want him. They married for societal reasons, and he refuses to touch her because Dark Past, so she disguises herself as a sex worker to get him into bed. A SHOCKINGLY LARGE AMOUNT OF ROMANCE MEN WILL NOT RECOGNIZE THEIR WIVES IF THEY WEAR A MASK OR HEAVY MAKEUP IDK.

The Lady Who Came in from The Cold by Grace Callaway. OOOh this is angsty. They've been married like twelve years and have three kids and it's all happy... until he finds out she was a spy when they met and never told him. Then they separate, and she decides to get him back. SUPER hot, but TW for past sexual assault.

Return to Monte Carlo by Cate C. Wells. Set in the 80s, so technically a historical. Basically, he's rich, she's a good bit younger and comes from nothing, and they married very impetuously because the sex was hot. But a year in, she's miserable because he's distant and his family treats her like shit, so she leaves his ass and goes back to America. Only for him to find her five months later, discover she's pregnant, and go "ABSOLUTELY NOT".

Lady Charlotte and The Seductive Spymaster by Grace Callaway. They were married, she suspected him of cheating and they had a huge fight, and then he APPARENTLY died, which left her traumatized. Then, yeeeears later, she's finally ready to try to move on, and just as she's about to kiss her new suitor someone throws a ROCK through the window lmao. Turns out her husband had a lot of secrets and faked his death, but now he's back and IT WASN'T OVER FOR HIM AND STILL ISN'T OVER.

Contemporary:

Before I Let Go by Kennedy Ryan. In this one they're actually divorced and co-parenting pretty well when the book begins. They split because their third baby died in a stillbirth, and their marriage dissolved after that. But when he begins to move on, she realizes she's still in love with him. Hot, and angsty perfection.

Possession by Adriana Anders. Another where it's a little iffy because their marriage, while legal, was PR and in name only--he's a famous actor, she's a rising star. But then he's discovered "cheating" on her when a video is taken of him having kinky sex with a woman who looks suspiciously like her... So she follows him to this getaway he stays at to indulge these desires he's never shared with her before. SUPER hot, and surprisingly emotional.

Paranormal:

Winterblaze by Kristen Callihan. Paranormal historical. They've been married like... 14ish years, and she never told him she was a witch, or that, you know, there's an entire paranormal world. Then he gets maimed in an attack and discovers everything, gets super pissed, and leaves her. Months later there's a new case to investigate and they end up working on it together... And oof, there are still MANY. MANY feelings. I love this one soooo much.

#romance novel blogging #romance novels #book recs

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Erina Pendleton

Erina is SO MUCH MORE than just a "Generic Love Interest" that was brought in the story to continue the bloodline after everything that happens (and it's made abundantly clear time and time and TIME AGAIN that she means everything to Jonathan, to a point that she was his exact reason to standing up against Dio for the first time) but without fail she's only ever allowed to be the supportive best friend. Or a wingman for Jonathan and whoever he's being shipped with. Or simply supposed to sit there and allow her husband to have a male lover (the amount of posts I've seen of ppl using the excuse that 'it was very common back in the Victorian Era for men to keep male lovers that their wives were aware of and quietly accepted so it isn't a stretch to say that Erina and Jonathan wouldn't be the same--especially given how progressive she's written". Or of course my favorite when they completely erase her from the narrative and pretends she doesn't exist Jonathan's got their son for some reason, but nope she ain't there!

a lot of times ppl who ship her CANON HUSBAND jonathan joestar with speedwagon will put her on the back burner of HER OWN CANON RELATIONSHIP in favor of propping up jonawagon, to the point where 90% of the archive for jonawagon/jonawagon(eri) is either erina giving jonathan and speedwagon consent to be happy together while she acts like a #LoveIsLove wingman OR they'll have the audacity to write fics where erina comforts speedwagon at HER HUSBAND'S FUNERAL

Our hero’s hot wife who was the first (and arguably) only person to give him the emotional support he needed. She’s the only person who never expects him to fulfill some mythical role, she just loves him for who he is. She’s been his best friend and the love of his life since he was 12 years old. When it comes to hero/sidekick ship, she’s forced to be a wing woman for her own husband, either nobly letting him go or peacefully agreeing to an open relationship but only for him!!! She gets nothing out of it, she’s just a good Victorian wife who is “ahead of her time”. Usually, just so she can provide a womb so that the hero/sidekick can be dads and she can conveniently be offscreen. OR she’s written as a lesbian in order to completely and “justifiably” take her out of the equation but there’s a.) no other woman in her vicinity to even ship her with b.) there’s vaguely some faceless, nameless woman we’re meant to assume she’s pursuing, not even a real OC for her.

Alana Bloom

she kissed will graham in s1 and dated hannibal in s2 so you can imagine how bad the fandom is to her. fun fact she's in a canon lesbian relationship now tho <3

The show literally does the yaoi treatment of victimisation for the benefit of the male leads to her. And then the fandom mistreats her

I'm not sure if this even counts but...Literally a victim of Yaoi along with several other characters in-series, but she got it almost the worst. The entire show is just people dying because the two male leads are OBSESSED with each other and can't be normal about anything. Alana Bloom, actual PhD of psychology and consultant to the FBI, got kissed by one guy, fucked and fed people-meant by the other, and pushed out a window by the murder husbands' forced-surrogate daughter. Like. Actual victim of several crimes caused by yaoi. She's probably one of the few examples of a Yaoi Victim overcoming and evolving past her yaoi-related trauma into a stronger person/character, though: She gets an entire character overhaul and a hot, millionairess for a wife. She kills a man with an eel. She becomes head of the BSHCI, effectively putting her in complete power over her jackass cannibal ex-bf. She does quite well. Unfortunately, the rest of her screen time is spent trying not to get killed in the ongoing fallout of Hannibal and Will's fucked up courtship, but hey. Can't have everything. I don't even know if I'm saying anything valid here: the fandom loves her, but I supposed her position outside of the Hannigram relationship relegates her to a non-subject in a lot of Hannigram-focused fanwork. She's an 'obstacle' to their relationship only in the sense that Will had a crush on her once that went nowhere and Hannibal started an actual relationship with her SPECIFICALLY to piss off Will. I guess she's also a more literal obstacle as Hannibal's jailer and Will's friend who's constantly pointing out to him that Morals exist and he should try having some of those, maybe.

#round 2 #poll #erina pendleton #jjba #jjba part 1 #jojo's bizarre adventure #alana bloom #hannibal #nbc hannibal

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Hello, all!

My name is Kendra, and this is my writeblr introduction. It's a bit simple stylistically, but that's how I am. Now, onto the intro!

I'm currently twenty-six (will be twenty-seven in approximately five months), use she/her pronouns, and am an asexual, demiromantic, biromantic cisgender woman (may as well cover all the bases, right?). I was born and raised in Northern California, spent my undergraduate years in Oregon, and then returned to NorCal, where I still reside.

I have an MA in History, a BA in Religious Studies, and a double minor in History and Psychology.

I've been on this website for over a decade (via my main blog), and have been writing in general for almost fifteen years. I started out with original works, then discovered fanfiction, and worked solely on that for over a decade, before slowly venturing back into original works again. Nowadays, I write both concurrently, though I admittedly do still find fanfiction easier, and my original works often take a backseat to my fics. Yet, somehow, I've ended up with a (current) total of six WIPs — all of which I will introduce you to today.

It's been a long time since I've shared my original works with such a large audience, so I have some natural apprehension, but ultimately I'm looking forward to doing it again.

Now, without further ado, I present my WIPs!

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The Road To Eternity Is Paved With Blood (drafting)

Dracula's Daughter (outlining) (prequel/sequel to Road To Eternity)

The Wrath Of The Vampire Queen (outlining + drafting)

For The Love Of A Goddess (outlining)

The Other Side Of Paradise (outlining)

Red Thread Of Fate: Love In The Modern World (outlining + drafting)

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The Road To Eternity Is Paved With Blood is a Dracula retelling of sorts that was inspired largely by Hellsing, with other snippets of inspiration taken from Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992) and Dracula Untold (2014). The story begins in the 1880s, and extends at the very least to the early 1900s. It follows the life and times of Rose Rowan, a beautiful noblewoman, and her relationship with her husband, Vlad Draculea (former Voivode of Wallachia, and member of the House of Drăculești), as they navigate eternity and a life of vampirism together. Her twin brother, Judas, is also featured prominently — as are his experiences with vampirism, which contrasts some with his sister's. Of course, as with every good Gothic novel, there is darkness to be found within this tale. Abraham Van Helsing and his ilk have made it their mission to bring about the end of Vlad Draculea, and anyone connected to him. The challenge in this quest, however, lies in said connections that Vlad has — namely Rose, who will stop at nothing to protect him from the infamous vampire hunter. She will have her fairytale ending, even if it has to be achieved through darker means. For while the road to hell may be paved with good intentions, the road to eternity is paved with blood.

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Dracula's Daughter is a sequel/prequel to the above story, and focuses on Beáta, the daughter of Vlad from one of his late wives. She is also a vampire, and has been living for centuries, though largely on her own. She has lived many lives, and is a worldly young woman, though at the beginning of our story she has come home to Wallachia to see her father again after his most recent remarriage, and to meet his new wife. While she ultimately becomes fond of her new step-mother, she also has to contend with the sinister plotting of some of her father's immortal brides — namely The Queen — who would like nothing more than to rid Vlad of his new wife. Thinking herself as perhaps the only one who can bring peace and stability to the family, Beáta wrestles with who she should side with, or if she should side with anyone at all. There is more to her new step-mother than meets the eye, however, and Beáta soon finds that perhaps she is not as alone in this fight as she thought. In fact, for the first time in centuries, she has someone on her side who will fight with sharp claws and bloodied teeth to make sure such a conflict will never come to pass again.

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The Wrath Of The Vampire Queen is a story somewhat inspired by Dracula Untold (2014), as well as the life and times of Vlad the Impaler. The tale begins in the mid-1400s, where Vlad Draculea and his wife, Senka Slavkov (born Deirdre Delacroix) are navigating the wars and politics of his reign. It then extends well into several of the following centuries, where Senka is still searching for her husband centuries after his disappearance (which occurs some years after his historically recorded death). Her brother, Didier Delacroix (who adopted the name 'Renatus' upon arriving in Wallachia), a dhampir, accompanies her in her search, as they are the only family each has left, and his connections with the Church and various religious organizations consistently prove vital to their search. Senka believes she knows exactly who took her husband — Hungarian and Turkish enemies from his mortal life, now vampires themselves. Didier, however, is not so certain, as some things don't add up. Still, they both believe that Vlad is out there somewhere, and will continue their search until they find him — be it alive or truly dead. If it is the latter, then there will be no saving his former captors from the wrath of Senka Slavkov, the vicious and vindictive Vampire Queen.

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For The Love Of A Goddess is a story set in the present day, and follows two young women — Megara and Zarina — as they navigate their lives as best they can. These two women are the best of friends, and share in many things — including being chosen by two goddesses to be their mortal partners in this iteration of their immortal lives. Megara, a historian and religious studies scholar, caught the eye of Athena, who admired her intellect just as much as her beauty. Zarina, a librarian with a previous background in psychology, attracts the attention of Aphrodite, who finds her beauty to be dazzling, and the depth of her kindness and compassion to be a rare thing in such an egocentric world. While very happy with their respective partners, Megara and Zarina find that being with immortals comes with a variety of challenges — and not just the more obvious ones. Athena and Aphrodite are just two of an endless list of deities who are trying to survive in a growing atheist world, and if they lose this fight, they may very well disappear for good. Not wanting such a thing to occur, all four women come together to try and create a plan to prevent this disappearance from happening — though they face difficulties in the form of other various deities not wanting to band together to save each other from extinction. After all, immortals are just as egocentric as the mortals they so often think of themselves as better than, and much more difficult to persuade. Thus, the four women must not only enact a plan to prevent the extinction of various deities, but also contend with the fact that they may be the only ones in this fight. With time very much not on their side, this group of mortals and immortals must figure out a way to ensure that they do not lose this existential battle, and keep the existence of so many deities alive.

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The Other Side Of Paradise is a retelling of Genesis in some ways, with the focus being on Lilith and Eve, rather than Adam and Eve. It begins in the Garden of Eden, with Eve pondering the idea of a world outside of the garden, and curiosity about her husband's alleged first wife, who had fled Eden long before Eve's creation. Eventually, Eve dared to venture to the edge of the garden, and it was there she saw Lilith. The two spoke over the wall, and met every day thereafter, eventually becoming friends. Lilith tried to get Eve to leave both Eden and Adam, but Eve was just the slightest bit apprehensive. Eventually, after tasting the forbidden fruit from the tree, Eve was expelled from the garden, and Lilith was there to greet her upon her exit. Eve, who was excited by the prospect of seeing the world, happily took Lilith's offered arm, and went off with her. The two spent many eons together, though not always in the same physical forms, as souls eventually begin to outlast bodies. In the present day, their souls have come to reside in the bodies of two young women who have never met, but are destined to find each other — as that is what souls do.

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Red Thread Of Fate: Love In The Modern World is a story about two young women, Shu Nazhi and Zhou Xue Li, who live in similar yet vastly different worlds. Shu Nazhi is a businesswoman who runs her family's company with the help of her older brother, Hou Zhu Zhi, and younger sister, Shu Nuan. Zhou Xue Li is a model, actress, and singer, who is down on her luck when it comes to love. The two are introduced by a mutual friend (Nazhi's foster sister of sorts, and Xue Li's close friend) under the guise of Nazhi being Xue Li's new bodyguard, and become close over the course of Nazhi's assignment. After Nazhi finds herself falling for Xue Li, she turns in her letter of resignation, and then promptly asks Xue Li out upon the latter's acceptance of said letter. Xue Li, already secretly head-over-heels in love, happily accepts, and the two spend the day doing various activities throughout the city. The relationship, blissful as it is, also comes with the complications of things like paparazzi, work commitments, as well as their differing personalities and lifestyles. As the two women navigate these challenges, they begin to wonder about what it would have been like to love each other in a different time, and if they ever did — for they know that the red thread of fate works in mysterious ways, and that some souls are always destined to find each other.

(Disclaimer: Zhou Xue Li was created by/belongs to @bwaldorf, who was kind enough to allow me to use her in my story)

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bethanydelleman · 1 year

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Was marriage as bad as it sounds during Jane Austen's time? From what I've heard, a woman with the means to stay single would be stupid to want marriage. They were considered property and lost any semblance of independence. Unless you really trust the guy and loved them, it seems like a horrible gamble.

A show made a joke about her being a lesbian because she never got married, which I didn't know. It just confuses me because she wrote so many romance books. I'm wondering if she wrote that way because marriage was purely a practical decision and she was a lesbian or asexual, or if marriage was just a horrible decision altogether.

That joke really rubs me the wrong way, especially in an era where man where scarce because they were fighting Napoleon! Not that there is anything wrong with being queer, but just because a woman with very little fortune didn't manage to marry doesn't mean she didn't want to.

It seems to be pretty well documented that Jane Austen loved/liked at least two men, Tom LeFroy and an unnamed clergyman, but neither proposed. The only man who did propose, Jane Austen decided against.

As for marriage in general, I am sure most marriages were nothing special but fine. I mean, a lot of people especially in the gentry class are marrying for wealth and rank and hoping they also like the person. Freakenomics talked about an analysis that showed most couples in the aristocracy just stopped having kids after the heir and the spare, except during one period where many members of the nobility married "down". Those couples kept having kids, probably because they actually loved each other. Which says a lot about the average upper class marriage.

People would also think about marriage differently than we would today in Western countries. I don't think anyone goes into marriage like Charlotte Lucas, because we don't have to. Women can get their own jobs and, while stigma has not been erased, staying single is no longer a huge taboo. But Charlotte and probably many other women went in knowing that neither side was in love, they were signing up for a roommate with procreation benefits. So if you husband did stray you might not even mind (as long as he didn't bring home any diseases and was discreet).

Most marriages we see in Jane Austen are fine, but not a huge romance. Take Sir John and Lady Middleton, they get along fine but have nothing in common. Clearly they have sex (4 children), but Sir John is getting companionship from other people, like Mrs. Jennings who he actually gets along with great. So they are both making it work and not expecting that their marriage partner will be everything to them. We also see marriages in Jane Austen where the woman is clearly in control (Fanny Dashwood).

Now the problem with Regency society and societies today that make divorce very difficult is not that suddenly all men are abusive, but that women (and men) have an extremely difficult time getting out of bad marriages. There is still divorce stigma of course, and even within Canada it matters how religious your family is, but the average person would not tell an abused partner to just stay to preserve their family dignity (I hope).

Throughout all of human history, let's say roughly 20% of marriages are great, 60% are fine/mediocre (nothing to write home about but your sex roommate is pretty chill), and 20% were bad. I don't think you can ever change the % that are bad, but what you can change is how easily people can escape from that bad situation. No fault divorce, abuse shelters, understanding family/friends, women being able to work, and birth control all help people to get out of abusive situations.

Also, even though a married woman lost some legal rights, it wasn't like she had a lot to begin with. A woman basically goes from the control of her father to the control of a husband. Married women didn't require chaperones so they probably on average had more freedom of movement than single women. In both Wives & Daughters (Elizabeth Gaskell) and Lady Susan (Jane Austen), married women travel to London solo during the season. An unmarried woman could not do that!

In Austen's novels, it's pretty clear the best possible position for a woman was rich widow. There you have freedom of movement, your own money, and social acceptability. And as for not marrying, even rich women like Caroline Bingley and Mary Crawford are trying to marry, not attempting to stay single. The social cost of spinsterhood was just too high.

Oh, and for a fascinating dive into lower class marriages, check out The Five, either the podcast or the book. Really great read.

#question response #people have always been people #history #marriage #jane austen #wives and daughters #lady susan #elizabeth gaskell #learning about history has made me an absolute fan girl of no fault divorce #but it's not like the past was some horror story #bad marriages still happen today #and getting people out is hard

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mousesinhouses394 · 9 months

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First Impressions - Chapter 1

I previously mentioned writing this. It's a Pride and Prejudice inspired story where Theo is Mr Darcy and its set in an au where the order didn't win the battle of Hogwarts. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single wizard in possession of good fortune and status, must be in want of a wife.

However little known the feelings or views of such a wizard may be upon first entering a neighbourhood matters not as this truth is so well fixed into the minds of the surrounding families that he is considered the rightful property of someone, or rather their daughters. Especially in times like these.

With it being almost 6 years since the battle of Hogwarts was lost, everything was still in complete and utter disarray. Well at least for those not fortunate enough to have picked the winning side. You see while war still raged on throughout England, the lifestyles of the wizarding elite had changed only slightly. For the men it meant pledging allegiance to a man who should have died many years ago. And to their wives and daughters it meant securing advantageous marriages.

"My dear Mr Greengrass," said his lady to him one day, "have you heard that Malfoy Manor is to be let at last?"

Mr Greengrass replied that he had not and went about his morning business of replying to the particularly important correspondences he had with some fellow high ranking death eaters. News was that the order had managed to intercept yet another attack.

"But it is for Mrs Davis has just been here, and she told me all about it."

Mr Greengrass made no answer.

"Do you not wish to know who has taken it?" cried his wife impatiently.

"You so clearly want to tell me, and I make no objection to hearing it though I must inform you that you are interrupting a most important task of mine."

This was invitation enough for Mrs Greengrass for she and grown used to the harshness of her husband.

"Why my dear you must know, Mrs Davis says that Malfoy manor is taken by a wizard, a young wizard, of large fortune. Apparently, he has just come back from working overseas on top secret missions for the dark lord. Isn't this great news? Mrs Davis says that some of his servants are to be in the house by the end of next week."

"What is his name?" asked Mr Greengrass as a wizard taking part in such work must be high in the dark lords ranks.

"Zabini."

"Is he married or single?"

"Oh single, my dear to be sure! A single wizard of large fortune and high status. What a fine thing for our girls."

"How so? how can it affect them."

"My dear Mr Greengrass," replied his wife, "How can you be so tiresome. You must know that I am thinking of marrying one of them to him."

"Is that why he is settling here?"

"Well, I cannot be certain but it is very likely that he may fall in love with one of them and so you must visit it him as soon as he arrives."

"I see no reason for that. And besides, we should not be travelling about any more than necessary. These attacks by the order and getting deadlier and far too frequent for my liking. We cannot risk drawing too much attention to ourselves."

"But consider your daughters!" Mrs Greengrass cried, "Only think of what kind of establishment it would be to have one of our daughters married to such a wizard. Mr and Mrs Bulstrode are determined to go and what a shame it will to us if they managed to snap him up for their own daughter. Indeed, you must go, for it will be impossible for us it visits him if not."

"Perhaps I could write to him and assure him of my hearty consent to marry which ever one of our daughters he wishes. Though if I were to do this I must throw in a good word for my little Aurora."

"You should do no such thing! Aurora is not any better than the others. I am sure that she is not half as handsome as Astoria, and she is not half as good humoured as Daphne. I simply cannot understand why you always show her such a preference."

"The other girls have nothing to recommend them. They are silly and ignorant to the problems around us and care not for the danger we are all currently in. Why I am certain that the only way they'd take some interest in this war is if it were to interfere with their ability flirt with boys at those wretched balls."

“Mr Greengrass, how can you abuse your own children so?” His wife inquired but as she looked over to him, she found that he had once again been taken up in his writings.

Mr and Mrs Greengrass had an odd sort of relationship. So much so that many would probably wonder why they ever got married in the first place. Mrs Greengrass was a shrill, impatient woman who cared only for vanity and wealth. Whereas Mr Greengrass was a strategist and one of the smartest most cunning men in the whole of the dark lord's army though in his youth he was shallow and married his wife within only three days of knowing her. The consequences of this proved to be great as while he manged to create five daughters (four of which had incredible beauty) he was stuck with a woman whose mind was so small that he could never have a true conversation with her.

Their eldest daughter Daphne was the most striking, the charms of her face and figure were enhanced by her unassuming modesty and calm nature.

Aurora, the second daughter, made up in wit and liveliness for all small deficiencies in appearance. That was not to say that she was not pretty, for if you were to compare, her to any other girl in the village you would still claim her to be the finest. To her father, her best asset was her mind for (unlike her other sisters) she spoke to challenge the men around her and question the way the world worked altogether. It was her belief that the self-importance of men was the reason the country was the state it was currently in and unknowingly held a grudge against them for it.

Astoria and Cressida were the two youngest and exhibited all the freshness of youth accompanied by a taste for laughter and flirtation. This recommended them greatly to young wizards around the village who shared the same loud and carefree intentions.

Only Opal, the middle child, possessed neither beauty, wit nor charm; but her sisters shone so brightly in every way that it seemed to hide her appearance all together.

Overall, the Greengrass family was a happy one. That was until the inhabitants of Malfoy Manor stumbled into their lives.

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I've got another post on my page with all the members of the Greengrass family on it. This story is also being published on wattpad so feel free to check it out over there. (It's First Impressions by mousesinhouses) Thanks for reading!

#theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #pride and prejudice #harry potter #theodore nott x you #slytherin boys #blaise zabini #astoria greengrass #daphne greengrass #pansy parkinson #fanfic #draco malfoy #mr darcy

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yua-nism · 10 months

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Kaleido- A kaleidoscope or Pandora’s box? An analysis of Kaleido’s lyrics

Note: This is a translation of 互口互's theory on Weibo! Please go check it out!

First of all, the song name, the Japanese name for it is カレヰド, this term comes from the Greek term Kaleido, meaning kaleidoscope. KALOS means beauty, and EIDOS means shape. Ever-changing beautiful shapes, which is what a kaleidoscope is. But as to why the Greek term for kaleidoscope is used, we’ll leave this question for later.

Next, to put it clearly, the perspective of the song in the first half is from a woman’s view. (Before 01:48) The JP fans on Twitter, the courtesan setting in Awauta, and the female ghost in Uwasanometsukosan (Momochi is pretty used to writing lyrics from a woman’s perspective at this point), plus the lyrics of the song itself can prove this. As to the role he’s playing this time, I personally think it’s a caged woman waiting for her husband to come home desperately. Doesn’t that mean it’s from Momochi's kano’s perspective though? Nope. In my opinion, I think this song is about Momochi's feelings for his kano, which means he’s singing about himself. Details below.

"There’s nothing I don’t need, let me ask about everything.” These words are said by the wife waiting eagerly for her husband to come home: Did anything happen outside? Please tell me everything, every little thing matters to me, don’t miss anything. Now let’s think about something, even though the one staying at home is Momochi's kano, who’s the one actually doing the asking? Yep, it’s mmc. Did you behave? Anything you need? Did you stay at home? You didn’t go out, right? (Sometimes he’ll even look at her phone call history, cross this) Will Momochi's kano go up to him of her own accord after he opens the 4-layer lock and ask him a ton of questions at once? Probably not, she’s mostly the one being asked, like the husband in this song.

”You’ll be coming back late again, right? My suspicions go round and round” The literal translation, “the bugs’ messages keep coming” is a saying in Japanese, usually meaning a bad premonition. This part of the lyrics is about the wife feeling anxious and insecure about the possibility of her husband coming home later. Now, if her emotions reach a breaking point, what would she do? Is it possible that she’ll think of a way to let her husband stay at home so she can see him whenever without needing to wait? The answer is: putting a lock on the door. Just like Momochi putting a 4 layer lock on the door in reality and locking his kano in at home so he won’t have to be anxious about her returning home at a late time. At this point Momochi's way of thinking is completely matches up with the wife, of course mmc won’t have to wait long, he’ll call a lot and even threaten you to pick up within 2 rings (lol).

“A burning heart going from red to blue, it won’t cool down." These flames of love start to reflect” The color on the outer layer of the flames is red, while the inner one is blue, and the inner flames burn hotter than the outer ones, which means the temperature of his heart is getting higher and higher, it’ll burn and never cool. To put it simply, he loves her a lot, only more, and his love won’t ever become rational.

“’Please don’t go’ You’re all I have” In the lyrics, “anata” is used which is how wives usually address their husbands or seniors that they’re very close with as a sign of respect. If you don’t know what this one is about, you can think about how in S2 Momochi asked his kano in the rain why he left her, at that point in time, this is what he was thinking. “Hanging on with clawed fingers, hurting everything that they touch.” For one, clawed might refer to how the wife might have long fingernails, but it could also mean how the way Momochi asks to stay by his side is sharp and hurting. (In S2 he said his kano betrayed her promise, in S4 he said the opposite of his thoughts, talking about how he wouldn’t forgive her, saying she’s dumb, saying nobody except him would love her, incredibly offensive) Hurting everything that he touches, Momochi has done a lot of physically harming actions on his kano, biting, gripping her neck, punching earholes, in conclusion, he wants to say that he has a desire for destruction and dominance, that he can’t control or doesn’t want to control. Kind of feels like “the more beautiful something is the more I can’t touch it” kinda thing.

"Drunk on these colors, a mutual destruction.” You can’t really have mutual destruction if both parties have a clear mind, right? “Ah, hold me in your embrace (This night once more), for my self-satisfaction” The “for my self-satisfaction” part can also be translated as “I’m alone tonight again”, it means a sense of self-righteousness. This basically brings out a feeling of loneliness yet a persisting unwillingness to admit it, so we’ll just translate it to Momochi’s constant denial of what he says, “Please hug me tonight, if you’re not willing to, then being alone tonight again sounds nice” In a nutshell, this part writes about a stubborn yet confusing wife, you guys can listen to the song itself to feel it.

“The more I call out, the further away you become. Losing even a place to belong.” This part has nothing to do with the story of Pandora’s box, probably Momochi’s thoughts on his relationship with his kano. Because of problems with expression plus his kano being a shy and passive person, though his love is only increasing, the distance between them isn’t closing in, perhaps even pushing his kano further away. If he loses his place of belonging, then on a physical meaning Momochi can be said to no longer have a home, except that house he lived in with his kano. (As to how twisted Momochi’s expressions can get, go look at Yakouka, literally no one can understand it) Now we’re in the second half of the lyrics. A repeating symbolism is a box. You can’t open the box, if you do you’ll lose all you have. As to which box is referred to, there are two boxes that fulfill the condition above, one is a Japanese legend in which a man opens the box, becoming an old man and losing everything he once had. This story is pretty simple so no analysis. The other one is Pandora’s box. Pandora, pan means everything, dora means gift, the gods created Pandora as an invincible woman who has everything, (mmc’s musical talent is also once in a hundred years), yet Zeus’ box that he gave to Pandora is filled with greed, lies, jealousy, pain, and defamation. (These qualities are all shown on Momochi).

Back to the question at the start of this, if KALOS means beauty in Greek, then why is evil mentioned? Is it because of this pandora full of bitterness because of revenge? Perhaps kaleido is the opposite of pandora.

Thank you for reading! That is all :D

notes: i'm dying. btw please go actually check out yakouka's lyrics they're on the wiki and yes the english translation for the lyrics is from the wiki...!! thank you so much to 互口互 for letting me translate their post!

#dear vocalist #dearvo #dear vocalist momochi #momochi #oh my hands

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