#series: unholy matrimony
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UNHOLY MATRIMONY — 10
✩°｡ ⋆ a death wish
- fushiguro megumi x oc/reader
- oc/reader's character name is hara sena, pronouns still refer to “you” and i won’t mention it often—just for the sake of aesthetic rather than repeatedly writing "y/n"
in another life, in which fate is still screwing his life over, Fushiguro Megumi finds himself in an arranged marriage―with you.
genre/warnings:
arranged marriage au, drama, angst, angst, angst, another gojo cameo (but he is being kinda insufferable?), naoya <- a warning in and of itself
notes:
soon, guys, soon. not now... but naoya will meet his end soon
and yeah, the end is a timeskip. next chapter would explain how :)
listen to: monster - big bang
✩°｡ ⋆ unholy matrimony (masterlist) | chapter nine : all done <- previous ✩ next -> chapter eleven : transcendent truth
A week later, true to what Naoya said, Megumi still felt like he was the biggest fool out there.
To say that he was simply heartbroken would be an understatement, because it went beyond that. Is there even a word that could adequately explain extent of this betrayal? He was utterly deceived, maneuvered like a chess pawn.
If that day hadn't unfolded as it did, how long would he have remained oblivious to this deception?
And yet, despite that, no matter how searing the pain was, Megumi apparently wasn't heartless enough to drive you out. So he chose to go instead, renting a room at the nearest motel to the headquarters.
He made a conscious effort to avoid you whenever possible—drowning himself in missions so he didn't have to see you in the workplace. And it worked, he hadn't crossed paths with you since last week. The love tucked away in the deepest corner of his heart tugged at him, urging him to at least check on how you were doing, but his wounded pride made him focus on another task at hand.
"Megumi?"
This. Kurusu Hana was calling for him.
"What is it?" he turned to her, who was standing by Tsumiki's bedside, having just finished her enchantments on her. The very least he could get after being dragged into this deceitful marriage with you was Tsumiki being released from her curse.
Hana looked at him curiously. "Are you alright? You seem out of sorts, somehow..."
The past week, all Megumi did outside his workhours was tending to Tsumiki and interacting with Hana in the hospital. After getting to know her a little more, he noticed she was a bit scatterbrained. However, she seemed like a genuinely good person and was pleasant to have around, and before he knew it, he was much more comfortable around her and not exactly holding back his words as he used to.
"Ah, no," he brushed her off. "Just thinking of some things."
"Oh..."
On her side, Hana couldn't help but notice that something seemed different about him. "Is... uh, your wife not coming?"
Megumi almost jerked in his seat. Oh, right. He realized he hadn't mentioned to her that you two weren't on speaking terms anymore. He hadn't felt the need to bring it up.
“No.”
“Uh… I don’t mean to pry, but… did you two have a fight or something?”
“I think that’s what you’d call prying, personally.”
Hana felt like her face would burst into flames out of sheer embarrassment. Come on, you like him but don’t make it that obvious.
"Sometimes talking about it helps, you know," she braved herself. No, she reasoned. She was here as a friend. Not that she was curious.
Or maybe just a bit?
Megumi eyed her sharply. "About what?"
He didn't mean to get snappy. But when you were on the brink of divorce with your wife, you were entitled to, right?
"Your problems," she asserted. "I'm saying, talking to someone can make you feel better."
"To you?"
Hana gulped. "Yeah."
It had been daunting enough to know that he was married. Nothing could be worse than that―certainly not saying that he could rant to her.
Megumi didn't want to have his problem out in the open, much less to someone who was more like a stranger like Hana was. But he had no one to turn to... and truth to be told, he was still in an internal debate with himself regarding everything―what his life had come to.
He scoffed. "Highly doubt it."
"It does! Look, I'm going to start first―"
She then proceeded to ramble about how her landlady was an annoying woman who kept adding extra charges. Her expressions shifted so frequently that it became almost comical.
She was kind of like you, in a way―the expressiveness.
Then again, maybe not really. Evidently, you managed to fool him completely and fully, you were hiding something behind that crafted cheerfulness you showed to him.
"―and haaah! Now I feel much better!" she remarked with a wide smile and twinkling eyes. "See? It's harmless! I won't divulge it to anyone, I promise!"
"Are you an idiot?" Megumi deadpanned, and Hana merely chuckled, abashed at how much she'd gotten worked up over it.
Megumi didn't have much to say, however. He was just grappling with numerous thoughts, and now he started wondering if having someone to listen might offer some relief, even a little. "How would you feel if someone very close to you lied to you?"
"Huh? Someone... close?" Hana was clearly caught off guard. And when he nodded, she tilted her head to the side, seemingly choosing her words carefully. "I'd be upset, of course."
"Would you forgive them?"
"That's a tricky question... I think it depends?"
"On what?"
Hana blinked in confusion. What had happened to Megumi that he pulled this... sad―almost desperate―expression? Who exactly did he want to forgive?
"I'm not an expert on this but..."
At that moment, she had an epiphany―could it be... you?
"If it's truly something that's so unforgivable, then I suppose... no," she decided then, albeit warily, gauging Megumi's reaction. "There's just a limit to what someone can forgive."
"Hmm... A limit, huh?"
Certainly, she wasn't expecting any reaction that would give him away, and Hana wasn't someone who would take an advantage out of someone who was fighting with his wife, anyway. But still, if it was you that he had in mind, then she was... genuinely curious.
Meanwhile, Megumi was left with even more thoughts than before. Thoughts about the whole shit of the ordeal, and you, among everything else. And he thought, he had his answer then.
He still didn't find it in himself to.
You hadn't seen Megumi ever since that day.
You knew he was intentionally avoiding you, given that his work desk in headquarters was always empty whenever you clocked in. And you weren't actively seeking him out either―seeing him would only make you feel shame all over, so no, you were fine with how it was.
It still hurt, but it was more bearable these days.
"Sena-san, are you sure you're alright?" Nobara asked you after both of you finished your mission. You two weren't exactly close, but from a handful of times you were paired with her for missions, you got the gist that she was a fun person.
Glancing at your bandaged arm―an aftermath from your mission earlier, you casually shrugged and remarked, "Oh, this? It's just a scratch, nothing serious."
"Really, Fushiguro should take better care of you," she grumbled. "Why is he still letting his wife taking missions? If I were him, I'd forbid you from this line of work altogether."
Thump!
Your heart squeezed at the mention of Megumi's name, realizing that no one here knew your recent unfortunate circumstances yet. Megumi hadn't told anyone―he was not the type to, to be exact.
"How is he? Is he doing okay?" you looked down, deliberately not meeting Nobara's eyes, because you weren't sure if you would be able to keep this "I'm fine" facade if you look at her in the face while talking about Megumi.
"Hmm? In missions, you mean? Yeah, as always," she blurted nonchalantly. "He's skillful. His talent is enough to bail him out of anything."
Talent. Ha. Now you understand a fraction of what Megumi must have felt, being reduced to just his gift from the so-called Zen'in bloodline.
You let out a sigh, blinking the mist in your eyes away. "Does he get hurt often?"
"Bah. Getting hurt is nothing new. If you ask me, I think he and Itadori just love to race each other to rack up the most bruises, actually."
A frown etched itself across your forehead. "That's not good..."
"Boys will be boys, I suppose. Don't worry too much!" Nobara said with a light chuckle. "I hate to admit it, but Fushiguro knows how to take care of himself far better than anyone here does. You have nothing to worry about."
That gave you some relief. He was fine. And he will be.
"Nobara-san, please keep an eye out for him, yeah?" you muttered with a repressed smile. Keeping tears at bay was tough, but you were determined to stay cool. "I can't always be around for him. He may not seem like it, but someone has to watch over him so he won't overdo himself."
Nobara blinked, obviously taken aback by your simple, heartfelt plea, but she quickly collected herself and barked a laugh. "Leave it to me, Sena-san! I know how to keep those troublemakers by the leash!"
With everything taken care of, you parted ways. Just before heading back to Megumi's apartment―really, one of these days, you were going to move out too because how could you still hog his place?―you found a mail on your desk. A brown, neat envelope.
Driven by curiosity, you swiftly tore it open, only to feel your heart sink to the lowest abyss as you read heading of the pristine paper.
Notice of Divorce by Agreement.
Suddenly, your vision blurred, and you grasped onto the desk, causing the papers to scatter to the floor. A choked whimper escaped your lips, and then it turned into a fit of sobs.
Of course. Of course. Why didn't you expect this? Both of you had to come to a resolution eventually. You couldn't be in a stalemate with Megumi forever―not quite willing to end the marriage but also not entirely wanting to continue it.
And this is how it ends.
A part of you died when you scanned Megumi's formal name and signature, as well as the witness―Kurusu Hana. For fuck's sake. Who was that again? How did the witness to your divorce be someone you never knew?
Suddenly you felt anger coursing through your veins. How was this your life? You never wanted to be embroiled in this shit in the first place. You never wanted to be born in Hara clan in the first place. You never wanted to drag a stranger to your mess in the first place.
And yet you did. And yet you lost everything all the same. You poor mother, how was it fair that she had to pay the price first and now, you too?
...okay, who were you kidding? You had to pay the price because you instigated everything. But still, you couldn't help the pain tearing your chest, the fervent hope that Megumi might understand, the longing that he wouldn't abandon you just like that. Because if the positions were reversed, you would definitely hear him out first.
Alas, fate just didn't favor you. When did it ever, really?
. . .
Oh, the curse breaker.
You finally remembered, right after you furiously scrawled your name and signature on that scrap of paper.
"I'm just saying, if you're going to make her even more miserable, then you should just get a divorce."
It was what Gojo Satoru told him when he somehow got a hold of him and forced his way inside his hostel yesterday.
In a daze, Megumi managed to get hold of the divorce papers and left them on your desk. He knew it wasn't the best move—just as forging someone else's signature wasn't either. But his conversation with Gojo had stirred up a storm of emotions, especially a sense of righteous anger.
"How could you, Gojo-sensei?" he demanded as soon as his mentor stepped into his space, feeling a surge of betrayal coursing through his veins. "What more do you want from me? Is toying with me not enough for you?"
"Megumi," the Six Eyes user began, and unlike all other instances in which he was trying to be funny, now he looked as serious as he could be. "First of all, I apologize for—"
"That means nothing," he bitterly spat. "You have scarred me for life. You and Sena both."
Gojo let out a resigned sigh. "Fair point, but now that we have come to this, you deserve the truth."
And then Megumi heard it all. About how you had no one to turn to, how you came to him to stage everything, how he agreed, and how you dragged Zen'in Ogi into your plans too.
By the end of it all, he was furious. Even more than before.
"You... absolute bastard," Megumi hissed through gritted teeth, glaring squarely at Gojo.
"Yeah, I might be, but you know what, Megumi?" Gojo dauntingly challenged, his eyes gleaming and unwavering with intensity. "For the record, I really thought you could do it."
"Do what?" At this point, he just wanted to rage and not think of anything else, because for the life of him, he couldn't fathom what Gojo Satoru might expect from him or what he himself was capable of doing.
"Taking the Zen'ins to your hands. You have the capability to do so. And with Sena too, she knows what she is doing."
"Is—" Megumi couldn't believe it one bit, the very shit coming from his mouth just now. "Is that kind of reasoning supposed to make me able to forgive you? If you really think so, then get the fuck off!"
He hated it. He hated how he made it sound as if you were just as complicit in this as he was. Even when that was the truth.
"No. Your anger is justified," Gojo stated sharply. "But if you look at it differently, it's actually my acknowledgement of you. Of your strength. All the terrible things you've faced, they hold significance, and reclaiming what's yours from the Zen'in would be the ultimate embodiment of it."
"Don't patronize me! You don't get to fucking choose what I should do! And what's more—I don't need your fucking acknowledgement!"
How arrogant could someone possibly be? Megumi recognized Gojo Satoru as an unparalleled individual, but who did he think he was that he could play with another's fates? A god?
"You may take it however way you wish," Gojo blurted indifferently, seemingly having enough of this too, as he also knew better than anyone that changing Megumi's mind would be a tall order. "And now, what happens?" he scoffed, changing the subject, throwing a glance at the shabby room of his current place to stay. "What do you plant to do now? What about Sena?"
"That's not your business whatsoever—"
"I'm just saying, if you're going to make her even more miserable, then you should just get a divorce."
That was what drove him to do just that. First, the very mention that you might be miserable did something to him, and then second, the feeling of utter betrayal. Maybe cutting you off would make all of this better, somehow.
But now, as Megumi sank on his uncomfortable bed in this cramped space, he had the time to think over Gojo's words in a calmer state of mind. True, what you did was beyond appalling—but it wasn't as if you truly wanted to manipulate him either. You weren't in an ideal situation either, and now, you were just as miserable as he was.
How are you? Have you been eating well? You tend to skip meals when you're upset, and that could take a toll on your health. It reminded him of the time you went on an eating strike before.
"Haah," he grounded out, pulling an arm over his eyes, willing his headache away. How was it that even though you had betrayed him this bad, he was still worried about you?
Two weeks later
October 31
Zen'in estate
It is only a matter of time, really.
Naoya could scarcely believe that it had come to this. How his home had shattered in the most grotesque way possible. Brought by his own hands, no less.
But Ogi should have expected it when he insisted on that Fushiguro bastard to keep being in the next line of succession. He should have known that Naoya, the true heir, would have his head.
He had left his daughter with a pretty sound message too. For whoever in his accursed clan still wanted to defy his claim, they were welcome to do so... but only if they were ready to face him and settle it in blood.
As he dawdled inside the barrier that had been pulled down for his supposed duel with Fushiguro Megumi, Naoya mused to himself.
What was taking him so long?
(It just didn't register in his deluded mind that Megumi might have deserted him altogether. He thought everyone and anyone, without a doubt, coveted the position like he was)
Still grumbling to himself, Naoya suddenly noticed a silhouette slipping through the dark curtain, which promptly sealed shut. The curtain was specifically designed for this deadly showdown—it wouldn't dissolve until only one victor remained standing.
Naoya barked a scoff, whirling to face his fated match. "You surely took your sweet time—"
But then his eyes widened as he recognized who stood before him, and then he doubled over in maniacal laughter.
"Hah—ah—what sort of joke is this?" he managed to utter between wheezes, shaking his head in disbelief. "Are you out of your mind? Have you completely lost it?!"
A level-headed gaze met his, and Naoya was convinced, this was indeed his day to win.
"Hara Sena— do you really wish to die?!"
✩°｡ ⋆ next -> chapter eleven : transcendent truth
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Megumi Fic Recs
note: i do sometimes link my reblogs bc there is literally nothing i hate more than clicking on a link only to arrive at the ghost blog page.
@romantichomicide95 i got you girl. lmk if you think i missed any.
blogs to just read through:
@romantichomicide95
girl I could read your megumi fics for DAYS. and you have so many, you truly feed me. the FLUFF. the ANGST. the SMUT. everyone else should go read them too. right now.
@ponderingmoonlight
honestly, if you're looking for jjk fics of any sort her blog is the place to go. again, she has amazing reader representation and plot diversity, so i highly recommend.
@just-jordie-things
her fics are timeless and classy, and i absolutely love the way she writes megumi
@chuluoyi
all of her one shots are top notch, but her series unholy matrimony is literally my holy grail (no pun intended). go read it now
@meguemii
definitely a top contender for the number one megumi simp, and you can see that reflected in her writing. it's just so cute and they're like my comfort fics. except for that one that made me bawl how could you do that to me??
and of course, she may not have posted a fic in a little while, but this list would be incomplete without the one, the only, @kasumitenbaz!!!! you can and will find her losing her mind in the comment sections of any and all megumi fics. love ya kas <3
@seiwas
Make This Drive Last 'Til the End of This Song (fluff, two-shot)
@xxsabitoxx
Megumi's ears turn pink when he lies (fluff)
He never wanted to have children but- (fluff, dad megumi)
Megumi's the type of man who...(fluff, suggestive)
@shisnhou
Until I Found You (fluff)
@yuwuta
Divine Dogs (fluff)
Rodeo Station (fluff)
@wishmemel
Cherry Blossom Springs (fluff)
divider by @cafekitsune
#i know this doesn't look like a lot but the blogs for you to read through have a TON of fics#plus i'll keep adding to this as i discover more!!!#megumi x reader#fushiguro x reader#lee's brain food#jjk x reader#fic recs#megumi fushiguro x reader
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Toxic! Series
updated 03/1/24
1. Happier Than Ever
2. Valentines Day
3. If I Get Caught
4. Smokin On My Ex Pack
5. Hurts The Most
6. Till Death Do Us Part
7. Groupie
8. Harlow VIII
9. Certified Lover Boy
10. Jumpin’ Jumpin’
11. Father’s Day
12. Tried Our Best
13. Miami
14. #Throwback
15. Down In The Dms
Buzzfeed Timeline
16. Octobers Very Own
17. Unholy Matrimony
18. My Sweet Valentine
19. Open
Concepts
#jack harlow#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow x y/n#jack harlow reader#social media au#jack harlow instagram au#jack harlow social media au#toxic
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jujutsu kaisen fic rec list ‧₊˚
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | SOME CONTENT 18+
* You are responsible for your media consumption. Please do not proceed reading, if you have any kind of problem with any of the warnings in these fics.
— notes. pls go follow all of these amazing authors/pages! also thank you @saradika for the wonderful dividers💕
satoru gojo
♡ melodies of passion (series) @sykosugu
↳ he's the most powerful & ruthless yakuza boss in the city, and she's just a music store owner. but once he hears her singing voice, he wants nothing more than to hear it for the rest of his life..and she's not so sure about that.. he'll do anything to change that.
♡ "where is my wife?" @kingkonoha
↳ curses & curse users have discovered satoru’s greatest weakness, and it’s you, satoru’s sweet, ordinary housewife. after getting kidnapped by gojo’s enemies, he��ll do whatever it takes to get you back.
♡ i will possess your heart @bratbby333
↳ for as cocky as Satoru is, it’s oddly fitting. in his mind, everything belongs to him, including you.
♡ a typical family (series) @literaila
↳ satoru shows up unexpectedly after six months of silence, two little kids trailing behind him. chaos ensues.
toji fushiguro
♡ fix you (series) @tojikai
↳ "But you are here, right in front of me."
♡ the world underneath your skin (series) @gojosoath
↳ After spending most of his life as an underground hitman for desperate means to support himself financially — Toji Fushiguro gets recruited to work as an assassin for the government due to his his mastered skills. Through his new occupation, Toji struggles with muscle pains and is recommended to see a massage therapist. Toji meets Y/N, who becomes Toji’s massage therapist, and the two realize they both have toxic addictions they hide from daylight; Toji’s alcoholism and Y/N’s self-harm. Along the way, Toji and Y/N can’t seem to stay away from each other despite the darkness that threatens to keep them apart.
♡ Quickie! @sickslimez
↳ toji just can’t keep his hands to himself after not fucking you for a week...which results in a quickie.
suguru geto
♡ on the run (series) @sykosugu
↳ she's an infamous bank robber, and he's the only detective that's been able to get close to her. he was never apart of her plans. but he's got his clutches in her and she can't let go.
kento nanami
♡ appreciation @ahkaahshi
↳ you know how you feel about nanami and how nanami feels about your bakery, but on a rainy day, you finally learn how he feels about you.
megumi fushiguro
♡ unholy matrimony (series) @chuluoyi
↳ in another life, in which fate is still screwing his life over, Fushiguro Megumi finds himself in an arranged marriage―with you.
#jjk#anime#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#suguru geto#nanami kento#megumi fushiguro#toji fushiguro#fic recs#fic series#fic rec#fic recommendations#you have to read all of these#they are all so amazing#pls follow the authors
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[ficlet] fusion perversions
Series: Genshin Impact
Characters/Pairing: Kavetham
Rating: Gen
Summary: Kaveh and Haitham discuss the unholy matrimony of bizarre food combinations.
A/N: A short writing practice based on Liz's tweet-prompt: "Haitham was the kind of gremlin in uni who would buy a whole pack of instant fried noodles and then proceed to 'improve' them with the wildest combinations (like yakisoba with strawberry jam)."
Can also be read on AO3.
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If anything, Kaveh should have known better; should have foreseen even this.
He’s been best friends with Haitham for the longest time, after all. And while he loathes to admit it truthfully in the presence of others, he and Haitham do know each other best—even if he can never claim to fully comprehend the logic and sensibility (or lack thereof) behind the demented inner workings of the man’s prodigious intellect.
"Pineapple on pizza?” Kaveh scoffs, repulsed by the very idea. “Hmph, you truly are a heathen sometimes.”
"Pineapple glazed ham is a perfectly serviceable taste for Christmas,” Haitham counters evenly, seemingly unruffled. “So, what makes this combination suddenly unacceptable when it's on pizza?"
"That's different! This is like you baking that leftover clam chowder into a crisp in the oven and calling Shepherd's pie!!"
"I read the recipe for that in a book once—it's called Fisherman's pie, actually."
“Ugh, just stop. That’s not what Fisherman’s pie is supposed to look like…” Kaveh trails off, thinking back to that time he’d forced Haitham into Burger King for dinner as punishment for forgetting to wash the dishes that week. Haitham had sulkily chewed away at his burnt burger when he had abruptly decided that French fries went quite well with their vanilla sundae shake…
Kaveh coughs into a fist then, shaking off the ugly memory of Haitham wolfing down fries dipped in vanilla sundae. “A-Anyway! You’re hereby banned from further cooking duties for the month. You can take out the trash instead!”
The next day, he returns home to see Haitham lounging comfortably on the sofa with a book in one hand (normal) and a pair of chopsticks in another hand (… weird, but okay, Haitham didn’t seem to dislike the Chinese takeouts Kaveh had brought home the last couple of times, so).
Haitham glances up from his reading when he hears Kaveh shrugging off his coat, never taking his eyes off Kaveh’s questioning look as he slowly lifts his hand. Kaveh scowls at what looks like a freaking potato chip perfectly balanced between Haitham’s chopsticks, only to frown harder when his roommate reaches towards the coffee table to scoop up—Is that… salsa? Oh god, that is salsa, what the actual fuc—some store-bought salsa from an opened jar.
“Salsa and Ruffles potato chips?” Kaveh looks like he’s ready to have an aneurysm, veins bulging almost comically at his temples. “Really? No, really?! Salsa and Ruffles potato chips?!”
Haitham only shrugs nonchalantly, dipping another potato chip into the salsa jar with his chopsticks. “We ran out of tortillas. I think the chips would have gone well with some guacamole too, but I’d already finished the last avocado with toast this morning.”
“Salsa and Ruffles potato chips.” Kaveh is still pinching the bridge of his nose as he processes this latest fusion perversion. He flops down beside his roommate on the sofa, crinkling his nose in distaste. “Next thing I know you’d be eating cornflakes with orange juice.”
Haitham’s expression turns contemplative, before he brightens and opens his mouth. “What about with apple jui—”
“No,” Kaveh snaps tersely, even as he begrudgingly chomps down on the salsa-dipped chip that Haitham presses to his lips with the chopsticks. “Absolutely not.”
Haitham’s smirk is barely discernible as he hums softly with amusement.
(Thankfully, they had bacon, eggs and toast the next morning like normal people; Kaveh could almost forgive Haitham for accidentally adding salt into his yogurt fruit cup.)
—End—
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- This was written a couple of weeks back. I just edited and brushed it up for posting. I always find it amusing how Haitham is both stoic and yet low-key calculated feral when he chooses to be lol. Something Wrong (affectionate, derogatory) with this man ❤︎
#genshin impact#kavetham#kaveh#alhaitham#al-haitham#fanfic#i always have to thank liz for inspiring my feral kvthm keysmashing lol
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Chapter Nine: Till Death Do Us Part (Michael Langdon x Reader)
The Angels Are Watching Masterlist
While Michael is searching for corrupted souls for his new world, a student at a catholic school catches his attention. Years later, you find yourself at the sanctuary with no answers on why you've been put there. When Michael arrives, he reminds you of your past together. All while, making your present life a living nightmare.
Warnings: 18+, smut, graphic depictions of violence (including murder), blood, blasphemy, and blood drinking.
A/N: Final chapter of the series!
He stands in front of everyone, hands clasped behind his back. He can feel their eyes on him, watching him about to be joined in unholy matrimony with the woman he’ll spend the rest of his days with. His face is unmoving as he looks down the aisle, watching his bride-to-be make her way towards him.
She steps up to him and he uncovers her face, putting the thin veil behind her. He expects to see Elena standing before him. He’s shocked to find it isn’t her.
“Y/n?”
She looks tired, eyes empty. At first glance, he thinks she’s holding a bouquet of roses to her chest. At closer look, he sees the blood staining her white dress. Her heart in her hand. She holds it out to him.
“For you, Michael.”
“Mr. Langdon,” a voice urgently says.
He opens his eyes to a man in a servant’s uniform standing above his bed.
“Mr. Langdon, you have to wake up and start getting ready for your big day. Everyone is waiting for you.”
He sits up and waves the man away. A long sigh leaves his mouth, the dream still vivid in his mind.
She got barely any sleep last night, dozing off every now and then. Her throat feels cut up and her voice hoarse from sobbing all night. Her thoughts are jumbled. Her entire life replaying in her mind all night, trying to decide how she got here. She thought about how her parents tried to save their precious baby, when she was only a few weeks old. The pure water on her forehead, paving the way for her life in the church.
She can remember the hours of praying they made her do. Her knees would be sore and bruised. For every little wrong thing she would do, she would be forced to pray. Her guilt was heavy, feeling bad about things every kid or teenage girl does.
She looks at her knees now, bruises already starting to form from the night before. Her prayers haven’t gone away, they’ve just changed. They’ve turned into something ugly and dark. Her parents would be so disappointed if they saw her now. They would call her the monster, beg her to repent her sins.
But there’s nothing to repent. She can’t deny how alive she feels when she’s under his touch. Last night only reminded her of that.
When she finally clears her head, she drinks some water from the sink faucet. It soothes her throat, and she goes to check the time. Her eyes widen when she sees how late in the day it is.
She hurries out of her room, practically running down the hallway. Everything feels off balance, it’s like she can’t see straight. She feels dizzy with emotion, careless of how this will end for her.
Servants stand next to the church doors. A booming voice can be heard, coming from the church.
Before she can even open one of the doors, the two servants try to hold her back, stopping her from entering.
“Mr. Langdon says you need to stay in your room,” one of them says.
She ignores them and pushes past them into the warm air of the church. The temperature change is jarring. Candles are burning all around the large room. To her dismay, her entrance gathers everyone’s attention. The heavy door closing echoes throughout the room. The voice stops, she sees now that it belongs to the Black Pope, who is officiating the wedding. The room goes eerily silent as every pair of eyes is on her. Every face cold, as they look at her. She’s glad she was able to put something on after Michael left the night before, a lily-white nightgown.
She takes in the couple standing at the altar, in front of one another. Elena in white while Michael is in all black, except for a splash of red near his collar. Elena’s eyes keep flitting between y/n and Michael, confusion, and betrayal apparent on her face.
The emotion on Michael’s face isn’t as clear. She tries to identify the emotion in his eyes but comes up with nothing, just an utter deadness to them.
She’s so focused on Michael and Elena that she almost doesn’t see the naked woman lying on the altar behind them. Her body is still. She then notices the blood dripping out of her neck, into bowls on the floor. The scene before her catches her off guard.
She tries to say something, make the situation less awkward. But she can’t find the words that could make this better.
Elena’s confusion turns to anger.
“What is she doing here, Michael?”
She tries to talk somewhat quietly but her voice carries.
“You said you would do something. She’s ruining our wedding.”
Michael’s silence is deafening, as he doesn’t look at her or Elena.
She steps closer to them, realizing that Elena needs to hear the truth.
“Elena, I know how upset you must be. I know you wanted this day to be perfect,” she says with the utmost sincerity.
Elena’s green eyes brim with tears.
“But Michael doesn’t love you. He probably never will.”
The tears spill over as her scowl deepens.
That should have been her signal to stop talking, but she continues, “You can’t blame yourself. I’m sure there’s someone else here who will actually appreciate you.”
She goes to say more but Elena interrupts.
“You think I’m going to listen to you?” She continues while wiping her tears, “You’re just some whore that Michael likes to keep around. One of many.”
She laughs humorlessly and looks around for a second before her eye catches something on the altar, next to the body.
“But he didn’t choose you, did he?”
She grabs the knife off the altar.
“He chose me,” she says with finality.
She holds up the knife, metal covered in blood. She turns to Michael, finally catching his eye.
“If you won’t do it, I’ll do it myself,” she says through gritted teeth.
She lunges toward her, knife in the air.
Y/n holds up her hands defensively, dodging Elena the best she can.
Michael finally begins to intervene, watching the whole thing.
“Elena. That’s enough.” His voice is loud enough for Elena to hear, but she ignores it. He repeats himself as Elena continues to attack her.
A gasp leaves her lips as pain erupts in her arm. She looks down at her forearm only to find a bloody gash. The injury distracts her long enough for Elena to get closer to her.
Just when she’s about to push the knife inside her chest, Elena freezes. Eyes wide with fear as she gasps for air. She goes to grab her throat, dropping the knife. The metal clatters on the floor.
After some struggling and the knife out of her hand, she’s able to breathe again. She falls to the floor as she catches her breath.
Y/n finds Michael’s eyes, realizing he saved her life. She thinks he might regard her with sympathy or apologies. Instead, his brows are drawn together, and his eyes are dark with anger. She steps back as Michael walks up to Elena. He towers over her crumpled body.
He moves his eyes down, barely looking at her.
“How embarrassing,” he says in a scolding manner. “You’re so jealous and insecure that you would stoop so low to attack someone on our wedding day. Right in front of our guests too,” he adds with an open hand, gesturing towards them.
She looks up at him, tears running down her face. “Why couldn’t you have just gotten rid of her?” Her voice cracks before she starts to sob.
She subtly moves her eyes up from Elena to Michael. She’s surprised to find that he’s already looking at her. As she looks into his eyes, she can tell his anger isn’t pointed at her or Elena. He’s embarrassed and angry with himself. But Michael doesn’t do well with those feelings, he manages to only take it out on her.
“You can’t marry her, Michael. We don’t deserve that,” she talks quietly so only he can hear her.
She looks down at Elena, shaking with sobs, she then looks back at him.
“I’ll do whatever you want me to do. I just can’t do this anymore.”
She waits for his response as he drags out his silence.
“I’m not dragging this out any longer, y/n. I’m going to give my father what he wants,” he finally says. “I’m getting married today, no matter what.”
His voice is steady, but she can hear the traces of his anger.
“So, why are you here?”
His question catches her off guard.
He continues, “Are you here because you care if Elena gets her heart broken. Or are you here to take her place?”
She’s more taken aback than she was before. She searches for ways to answer his questions, but Michael doesn’t give her a chance.
“Would you marry me after everything I’ve done to you?”
He keeps his eyes on her, the hurt he feels taking over his anger. His voice is almost at a whisper.
“Will you accept me as I am and accept the things that I’ve done? Do you give yourself completely to me?”
That’s all she’s ever had to do. He gave her a chance once before to do those things, he won’t give her another one.
She didn’t notice that Elena had stopped crying. Instead, Elena’s brows are furrowed, listening to their intimate conversation.
Before either one of them can speak again, she interrupts, “Michael, what are you doing?”
She stands up, desperation on her face.
“You’re supposed to marry me! Not her!”
Michael ignores her, raising his eyebrows at y/n.
She keeps her eyes on him, feeling hundreds of different emotions fluttering in her chest. Although she can’t name any of them, she knows one thing for sure, that this is all she’s ever wanted.
“Yes, I’ll marry you, Michael.”
Michael doesn’t say anything, eyes softening.
An incredulous look is painted on Elena’s face. Before she can say anything else, Michael turns to look at her.
A small gasp leaves her mouth as Michael’s hand goes through her chest. After a few seconds, he pulls his hand out holding her heart. Y/n’s jaw drops as Elena falls to the floor.
She stares at the heart in Michael’s hand with wide eyes, horrified at what her husband-to-be has just done. Whispers surround her as everyone in the room reacts to what Michael has done.
There’s a slight smirk on his lips as he takes a deep breath, before asking a servant to hand him one of the bowls from the floor. He drops the heart into it and all she can do is stare at the scene around her.
Although she is visibly upset, Michael doesn’t do anything to comfort her, giving her an expectant look instead.
He offers her his hand, dripping with blood. She looks to him, moving her eyes away from Elena and the horror surrounding them. She slips her hand into his, taking it.
He rinses the soapy suds out of her hair, fingers dancing along her scalp. Warm water runs down her naked back and she can feel Michael’s fingers brush her neck. She closes her eyes, trying to relax, but his touch makes her feel on fire.
Once they were in private, Michael insisted on running a bath for the both of them. When she saw where he lives, she was in awe. He doesn’t just have his own bedroom and bathroom. He has his own sitting room, kitchen, and dining room. His own little house built away from everyone else. Now it’s theirs. The rooms are grand with dark, rich colors decorating the place.
He filled up the clawfoot tub and undressed her before undressing himself. He’s been as gentle as he can be, taking care of her, washing her, and tending to her.
After her hair is rinsed, he inspects the cut on her arm. He picks her arm up delicately and asks her, “Does it hurt?”
His lips are at her ear.
Honestly, she mostly forgot about the pain due to her whirlwind of a day.
“It’s not that bad.”
He rubs his thumb over it which makes her wince a bit, pain coming back. But after a second, the pain is gone. So, is the wound.
Her skin looks completely healed and unblemished.
“All better,” he tells her.
She looks back at him, candlelight the only thing illuminating his face.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
He waits a moment before speaking, “You’re my wife now, y/n. I’ll do anything for you.”
He starts to lather conditioner into her hair as he talks lowly into her ear.
“I know we’ve had our differences. But we can put all of that behind us now.”
She hopes to never fight with Michael again. She doesn’t think she can handle one of his sadistic games ever again.
“I always knew you were the one for me,” he continues. “You just had to give in to the life you’ve always wanted.”
He starts to rinse her hair while she focuses on the water, mind wandering back to earlier that day.
She could feel the metal of his rings on her hand, along with the stickiness of Elena’s blood. She looked up into his eyes as they exchanged vows.
At the end, she thought all they had to was kiss, to seal the deal. That was until the Black Pope handed Michael a bowl.
“Now the couple will ingest the blood of the sacrificed, to show Satan that they would like their eternal love and devotion to one another be recognized by him.”
She watched as Michael picked up Elena’s heart and bit into it, swallowing it like it was a piece of steak. She should’ve been sick to her stomach, screaming, and running away. But her feet stayed planted in that spot and all she could do was look at the red that stained his lips.
His eyes searched her face, looking for any reluctance or regret. When he didn’t find any, he leaned in to kiss her. Their lips met and she could taste the blood that was on his. A metallic taste on her tongue, making her stomach twist. He deepened the kiss, staining her lips with red too.
She wasn’t just giving into Michael. She was giving into something much darker, her love for him. Her willingness to do anything, even going to hell for him. Her parents warned her against the Devil and all of the evil in the world. She ran away from it as long as she could’ve. But evil isn’t holding her captive, she’s choosing it.
When they pulled away, they were pronounced husband and wife, eternally bonded. He kept his hand on her face, caressing her cheek. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. Michael hadn’t looked at her like that since Emily Gray’s, with only love and adoration in his eyes.
They finally turned to walk back down the aisle, leaving the church. That’s when she saw the sea of envy that was laid out before her. People clapped, standing up from their seats for them. But she could tell how much everyone wished they could be her. There were a few exceptions, people who knew Michael personally.
As they walked out, she picked out one face who wasn’t exactly jealous, but disappointed instead. She looked away from Leo quickly, not caring what he thought of her. She got exactly what she wanted. She’s Michael’s wife.
“You’re so beautiful,” Michael whispers.
His lips are still right next to her ear. He’s done rinsing her hair, but he keeps his fingers on her. His fingertips delicately trace her neck and back. He drinks her in, not being able to get enough of her. He moves his fingers to her chest, brushing past her breasts. Her lashes flutter as he moves past her stomach, going further down. She parts her lips as he touches her. A breathy moan falling out of her. He lays her down on top of him, her back resting on his chest. Her thighs are spread open, touching his.
He continues to touch her, rubbing her clit. He keeps his other arm around her waist.
“You’re such a good girl for me.”
She continues to moan as he puts his fingers inside of her, touching a spot that has her seeing stars.
Just when he can feel her clenching around his fingers, he takes them away.
She cries out. But before she can complain, he moves his arm from her waist and grabs her hips. He moves her so that she’s facing him.
He impatiently guides her over his lap, and she can feel his tip against her entrance. She grabs his shoulders for support as she sinks onto him. They both let out sighs as she begins to move languidly on top of him.
“I want to feel you cum on my cock.” His breath fans over her lips. His eyes looking darker in the candlelight.
He grips her hips as their lips brush against each other’s. When they finally kiss, she whimpers against his mouth, feeling him deep inside of her. He keeps his lips on her, breathing her in.
Their hips move together, picking up the pace. When they finally break apart, the darkness in his eyes isn’t from the lighting. She sees that his eyes are completely black.
She doesn’t feel shocked or scared, she just wants to be closer to him. She brings his hand up to one of her breasts. He rubs and squeezes, touching her nipple.
She can feel herself getting closer, the pleasure building in the pit of her belly.
He moves his hand up to her neck, wrapping his fingers around it. That only brings her closer.
“You feel so good around my cock. Are you going to cum for me?”
All she can do is nod. He squeezes her neck slightly and she can feel herself coming around him.
He’s not far after, grip on her hip harsher. His lips part and she feels something warm as he comes inside her.
They both try to catch their breaths as Michael lets go of her neck and she rests her forehead against his. His eyes have gone back to blue. He moves his hand to the back of her neck, holding her.
“I love you, Michael,” she whispers against his lips.
She can see a slight smile form on his face before he whispers something back.
“You and me forever.”
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Yu-Gi-Oh ARC-V
Después de un millón de años (ocho para ser exactos), regresé al fandom de Yu-Gi-Oh Arc-V, lo que es gracioso porque no me ví la serie desde el principio y ahora no tengo modo de volver a verla.
Estoy obsesionada con el Connectshipping y todas sus vacaciones (especialmente Counterpartshipping) y también con Preyshipping y Genesishipping, quiero escribir para ellos pero realmente no tengo ni idea de qué quiero hacer, así que eso estará en el aire.
Soy una mezcla extraña de suave y retorcida por lo que mis gustos se dirigen a la fantasía urbana, la pelusa doméstica, Slice of Life, el BDSM (dom/sub), Omegaverse, M-preg, Incesto, Shotacon, Unholy Matrimony, Codependencia y relaciones no saludables. Aunque me mantengo alejada del NTR y la infidelidad, porque mis chicos pueden ser guapos y sádicos, pero jamás infieles.
En fin, voy a poner una pequeña lista de mis OTP de Yu-Gi-Oh ARC-V:
Counterpartshipping (YutoYuya es vida, con eso no necesito nada más)
Pawnshipping (YuriYugoYuri es una mezcla de caliente y romántico y sadomasoquismo y posesividad poco saludable, mis cosas favoritas)
Fallenangelshipping (Inesperadamente caí por completo con todo el romance, malvaviscos y plumas de esta pareja, y el anime me la arruinó)
Collisionshipping (Me imagino a estos dos discutiendo y luego poniéndose blandos y luego volviendo a discutir y es maravilloso)
Spectershipping (Sí, sí, amo a Yūto, nadie puede negar que este chico es maravilloso y merecía más. De esta pareja sólo veo un matrimonio mayor después de superar el asunto de la invasión, siento que se complementarían bastante bien y tengo debilidad por las parejas Irascible x Sádico)
Dimensionshipping (Obviamente los Yu-boys juntos me hace feliz)
Natureshipping (Fuera del supuesto parecido, estas chicas se verían bien juntas)
Connectshipping (porque mis bebés son superiores y no se merecían ese final en el anime y el manga)
Genesishipping (porque necesitaba una verdadera historia de fondo de estos dos, no la basura que nos dieron)
Preyshipping (es que ardo con las parejas amor-odio)
Hostageshipping (por la misma razón de arriba, pero tiendo a balancearme más hacia ShunSora)
Epochshipping (se ven lindos juntos, por lo diferentes que son)
Aceshipping (me gustan estos chicos siendo mangoneados por la bella Masumi)
Sanctuaryshipping (Ví un fanart una vez y me encantó esta pareja desde entonces)
Rebelfamilyshipping (Porque Yūto se lo merece y me encantaría haber visto a estos tres siendo felices)
Dimensiondragonshipping [Dark Rebellion x Starving Venom x Clear Wing x Odd Eyes] (Me acabo de crear el nombre y tengo bastantes headcanon acerca de ellos, así que los quiero de parejas)
Supremekingdragonshipping [Zarc x Dark Rebellion x Starving Venom x Clear Wing x Odd Eyes] (Es que estos chicos)
Reuniteshipping [Zarc x Yūto x Yūri x Yūgo x Yūya Sakaki] (Yu-boys + Papi Zarc, ¿Qué más necesito?)
Me gustaría tanto escribir acerca de esta serie, sólo que no tengo inspiración para nada que no sea un One-Shot R18 y no quiero que eso sea lo primero.
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Unholy matrimony by Giveon for my “We came all this way to lose” series!!
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Insatiable Little Heathens (drabble)
Notes: This is a drabble based on the Unholy Matrimony series, can be read as a standalone though. Requests are open!
Summary: Ivar not being okay with stupid Saxon traditions
Aslaug was playing with a rosary that had been carelessly hung from a bedpost, while little Baldur had finally fallen asleep in the bassinet. You turned your head to the door when you heard the tell-tale thumping of Ivar’s crutch.
Soon enough, the door swung open, and your husband limped over to the bed and sat down next to you with a huff.
“Tired?” you asked, and Ivar nodded.
“King Frodo’s an idiot if I’ve ever seen one.” He sighed. You snorted.
“Tell me about it. His wife is even worse. I only got out because Baldur started crying like the insatiable little heathen he is.”
Ivar rolled his eyes and reached out to snatch the rosary from Aslaug, quickly replacing it with a pendant of Thor’s hammer.
“I never have you to myself since Aslaug.” Ivar complained, lying his head on your belly, already beginning to swell again.
“You were the one who wanted to populate the earth with your children.” You reminded him, lifting up Aslaug to put her in the bed at the other wall of the room.
You still remembered how Ivar had almost thrown a fit upon finding out that Saxons did not let the entire family sleep in one room if they could afford it. This was the solution you’d come to, but Ivar still ended up putting Aslaug back into your bed, between the two of you.
Not that you minded.
“Is everything ready for Kattegat?” you asked him. Ivar nodded again.
“I’ve decided to leave Hvitserk in charge so we can meet my idiot brother.” Ivar complained.
Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “Bjorn is famous for a reason.” You had to remind him. Ivar pretended to ignore you.
“You need to leave Hvitserk alone for a while so he and Freydís can actually have some alone time for once.” You said, ignoring his various expressions of annoyance and instead beginning to take out his tight braids.
When the two of you fell asleep without any baby crying, you felt like you’d been blessed by all the gods and your own god too.
…
Sleep barely lasted a few hours until Baldur started crying again. While Aslaug had been fussy with her food and a little too arrogant for a baby, Baldur wouldn’t stop crying, even when he got ‘too old for it’ according to Ivar.
You had a slight suspicion that Ivar had been even worse as a baby.
Groggily, you began to get out of bed before Aslaug would wake up too when you felt a warm hand on your arm.
“I’ll take care of it.” Ivar murmured, pulling himself up and over the floor. You wanted to stop him, knowing that he needed to make a much greater effort to get over to the bassinet, but you were so tired you leaned back into the cushions while Ivar carefully lifted your son out of his bed.
You smiled as you saw Ivar rock the baby back to sleep, his mannerisms so different from those of the angry young man you’d married almost three years ago. Since then, Ivar had become less volatile and filled with rage, even if he still had a tendency for drama.
“Who else of importance will be in Kattegat?” you whispered when Baldur was finally asleep.
“Ubbe and Torvi are there. They’re back from exploring around the Mediterranean with Halfdan. Bjorn’s new wife-“
“New wife? Again?” you interrupted Ivar. He nodded with a smirk.
“A shieldmaiden called Gunnhild. Apparently, her husband died in battle, just as Bjorn’s wife from the Sami did. And King Harald.”
“Oh.” You said. You didn’t like Harald. He was too insistent, too ambitious for your taste, and the few times he’d been to York he’d always either made fun of you or stared. Once, Ivar had threatened to have his eyes gauged out, at which point you intervened, telling Harald to fuck off.
This had made Ivar sputter on his drink while Harald decided to despise you from there on.
“What about Lagertha?” you very carefully asked. Ivar’s eyebrows knitted together as his hand clenched into a fist.
“She won’t be there. Too busy farming.” He spat out. Suddenly, a possessive hand grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for a heated kiss.
You were used to Ivar’s reactions and carefully put a hand on his face, trying to calm him down. When you broke apart, his eyes were dark, and you could almost see the rage simmering right under the surface.
“Don’t mention that name again.” He commanded, his voice sending shivers down your spine.
“I only wanted to make sure I’d be prepared.” You whispered back. At this point, the two of you were almost sitting in bed, so Ivar laid his forehead against yours, trying to calm himself. After a few seconds, he abruptly let go and lied back down.
You did the same, putting an arm around Ivar. Still angry, he grabbed your hand without another word.
A few minutes went by and you could tell that Ivar was nowhere close to being calm enough to sleep. With a sigh, you sat up and got out of bed.
“What are you doing?” Ivar whispered.
“I’m getting Aslaug.” You replied, carefully lifting the girl out of her bed. Even in the dark, you could see Ivar’s wide smile gleaming at his daughter.
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Ivar Series I Recommend #1
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The devil and the snake (from @21_years_old_lady on ao3) [COMPLETE]
~A~
Girl crush -2 [COMPLETE] // Ocean Eyes (6/?) [NOT COMPLETE] (from @akamaiden)
The battle between love and fire (from @alexhogh7137) [COMPLETE]
May I // Just let me hold you // Addicted to love [COMPLETE] // 4,7 inches of fierceness (2/?) (from @AnUnhealthyDoseOfAngst on AO3) [NOT COMPLETE]
Viking Massage (3/?) (from @angryschnauzer on AO3) [NOT COMPLETE]
A nun's tale (5/?) (from @abonelessgod) [NOT COMPLETE]
~B~
Bang bang // The girl Ivar love 2-3-4 (from @bonniebird) [ALL COMPLETE]
The right woman (from @BroltaAMaga on Ao3) [COMPLETE]
That witch haunts us (from @bragisrunes on AO3) [COMPLETE]
The proposal (7/13) (from @backalley-requests) [NOT COMPLETE]
~C~
Ivar’s first (from @clumsywonderland) [COMPLETE]
Imagine being a warrior -2 (from @cbouvier23) [COMPLETE]
It's Our Secret (6/?) (from @cecesaurus) [NOT COMPLETE]
Me before you (3/?) (from @castielsangelsx) [NOT COMPLETE]
New start (8/?) (from @cocovikings23) [NOT COMPLETE]
~D~
Kindness (from @directionlessbuthappy) [COMPLETE]
Faint of heart (from @dreamwritesimagines) [COMPLETE]
~E~
Pricked by a Viking (15/?) (from @exoticinspirits on AO3) [NOT COMPLETE]
~F~
Healer (10/?) (from @fandomficsnstuff) [NOT COMPLETE]
~G~
The guy next door // The boss (from @geekandbooknerd ) [ALL COMPLETE]
Coffee (11/?) (from @golden-pickaxe) [NOT COMPLETE]
~H~
A different time // Find us [COMPLETE] // Annoying (9/?) // Condition (4/?) // Kissed by the Sun (5/?) Alliance (5/?) The one he chose (7/?) Horrible Marriage (9/?) (from @heathenarmyimagines) [NOT COMPLETE]
The tinder date (from @hecohansen31) [COMPLETE]
Accidents happen // Blessed [ALL COMPLETE] // Just friends (4/?) // The milkmaid (7/?) // Latte Kisses (5/?) [NOT COMPLETE] (from @honestsycrets)
~I~
Hjem(los) (14/?) (from @imyourliquor-youremypoison) [NOT COMPLETE]
Unexpected Places (from @imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl) [COMPLETE]
When we were wild (from @istorkyou) [COMPLETE]
~K~
Who said I was…? (from @Kirah32 on AO3) [COMPLETE]
~L~
Imagine Ivar saving you // You and Ivar love to raid // Being slave of Ivar // You save Ivar’s horse (from @lordavanti) [ALL COMPLETE]
Friends (5/?) (from @laketaj24) [NOT COMPLETE]
~N~
Redamancy (from @neme-jpeg ) [COMPLETE]
Vantalađur Ást (16/?) (from @mylifeisactuallyamess) [NOT COMPLETE]
~O~
Aarhus Universitet [COMPLETE] // We move lightly (14/?) [NOT COMPLETE] (from @ofhoneyandrosepetals)
Hidden love (from @otakufrenchfries ) [COMPLETE]
I'm not okay (3/?) (from @onlinevampire1898) [NOT COMPLETE]
~P~
Pity // God Jul // Move on // Crush [ALL COMPLETE] // Secrets (18/?) // Hate (11/?) [NOT COMPLETE] (from @peaceisadirtyword )
Healing hands (from @premiere-gaou ) [COMPLETE]
Unholy Matrimony (from @procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics) [COMPLETE]
Conquer you (12/?) (from @pagan-raider) [NOT COMPLETE]
~R~
Blue eyes (from @rosepetals-flyingbirds ) [COMPLETE] [Not found anymore]
~S~
You’re different like me // Hmm ? // You are everything [ALL COMPLETE] // When he’s not around (14/?) [NOT COMPLETE] (from @squirrelacorngliterfarts)
Rest your weary hands (from @spaghettificationandpretzels) [COMPLETE]
~T~
Five Brothers (from @teeninpanic) [NOT COMPLETE]
Love’s labor (from @tra-sh) [COMPLETE]
Your god can’t help you now (from @theoriginalragnarsson) [COMPLETE]
Choice is an Illusion (5/?) (from @theinsandoutsofcastiel ) [NOT COMPLETE]
Lost & Found (11/?) (from @thyshadowwriter) [NOT COMPLETE]
~W~
Be ruthless // One look // Addicted (from @waiting4inspiration) [ALL COMPLETE]
I need you (from @writingstudent) [COMPLETE]
The Prince's Favorite (7/?) // Quarantine with Ivar (3/?) (from @writingsnmusings) [NOT COMPLETE]
~X~
The friend, The lover and the fool (from @xxdearlybeloved) [COMPLETE]
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Chance Encounters // Coming home // Best friend // Roommates // The summer people // No more blind date // My boss is a four letters word // Love letters and life lessons // The secret journal // Anyone but him // Love to Hate Me (from @zuxiezendler) [ALL COMPLETE] [Not found anymore]
Last Updated 01/25/23
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UNHOLY MATRIMONY — 13
✩°｡ ⋆ seize your happiness
- fushiguro megumi x oc/reader
- oc/reader's character name is hara sena, pronouns still refer to “you” and i won’t mention it often—just for the sake of aesthetic rather than repeatedly writing "y/n"
in another life, in which fate is still screwing his life over, Fushiguro Megumi finds himself in an arranged marriage―with you.
genre/warnings:
arranged marriage au, angst, hurt/comfort
notes:
i know i said this chapter will be the last... but apparently i still have a lot to say so... :') don't worry. chapter 14 will be the last chapter for real. pls bear with the angst one more time! and this turned out as a whopping 5k too oops
✩°｡ ⋆ unholy matrimony (masterlist) | chapter twelve : the most twisted curse <- previous ✩ next -> last chapter : to the one i love
What does happiness mean to you now?
When you finally woke up from your long dream and saw Megumi, you thought you were the happiest because for so long, you defined being with him was enough to make you forget all the shit you had been through in this horrible life.
"Sena...?" You heard him before you saw him. His voice cut through the blur that veiled your vision and you could barely discern his figure.
Megumi immediately got a hold of your arm, eyes wildly focusing on yours as you fluttered your eyes open. And when you blinked, his voice almost broke― "Sena!"
You felt rigid, like a broken doll. Megumi grasped your left hand tightly in his, intertwining your fingers.
"You woke up..." he muttered with a strained, choked voice. He was still out of focus but you could hear him very well. "You really woke up... Thank god..."
And through his voice, you recognize pain. Several things ran through your mind then. Why is he here? Is he safe?
What about Kurusu Hana?
Yet then all of them didn't seem to matter. He is here. Whatever happened, he is really here. He didn't leave you after all.
Still, a part of you suddenly harbored suspicions that he might abandon you once again, and so you didn't dare to hope, and you were even convinced of it when you felt a lump in your throat—
You clawed on the skin of your neck in utter panic when you found that no sound came out of your vocal chords. Megumi obviously noticed your distress― "Hey, what is it? What do you feel―?"
But then you were gasping for air and Megumi didn't think anymore. He hit the nurses' call button and held you as you trashed on the bed. "Sena, hold on―hold on! I've called the doctor! You're going to be okay, you hear me?"
The heart monitor connected to you was blaring, your whole body was now shaking, and you turned to him helplessly like a fish out of water, mouth gaping to let out any sound but unable to. You couldn't speak― it felt as if someone had stolen your voice and tightened a vice around your throat.
In that moment, Megumi caught the sheer terror in your eyes, and he bent over to pull you in an embrace. "I'm here. I'm here. Focus on me. Let's take a deep breath together―"
He coached your breathing, and gradually, you started to calm down. The heart monitor in your room no longer blared like a siren, and your fingers clung to his shirt with a grip stronger than you intended.
"You're okay..." Megumi whispered in your ear, disregarding his own thundering heartbeat by reassuring you. "You hear me, Sena? You're going to be alright."
Right in this moment, nothing else mattered. You got him back. And he was here, with you. You were certain you had never felt such a profound mix of happiness and relief in your entire life.
The doctor and several nurses then swarmed the room and took over to check on you. Dizziness washed over you—their voices merging into a cacophony that made your feel exhausted, and before you knew it you fell back asleep.
. . .
"After experiencing trauma, it's not uncommon for a patient to develop a post-traumatic mutism," the doctor explained, and Megumi was listening intently. "In most cases, the patient will regain their ability to speak after attending several therapy sessions, so you don't need to worry, sir."
Megumi let out a long sigh. "Is there any long-term side effects from this?"
"No. If the patient made full recovery, then I'd say there's a low chance of any further complications."
Once the doctor left the room, Megumi resumed his post next to your bedside once again, observing your sleeping face.
His heart broke under the weight of the reality laid to him. You had endured a trauma so severe after your duel with Naoya it left you mute. Ultimately, he saw it as a reflection of his own failure to protect you too―he was supposed to be the one to go against him. And yet, you...
Seeing you struggle to breathe like that was terrifying. As your chest heaved with every breath, Megumi felt a slight relief wash over him.
At least you're now truly safe. At least... nothing more can harm you here.
Megumi is always here.
Days after you first regained consciousness were slow and idyllic, and Megumi was always ready to attend to your every need. Though you supposed that he had to, as your guardian, since you had no one left.
With your voice still not returning, communicating with him proved to be a little challenging.
"Do you want some water?" he inquired, approaching with a glass and the pitcher in hand. You shifted your gaze away from the boring magazine the hospital had supplied and nodded.
"Here." Megumi handed you the glass and you took slow sips, before fixing your eyes on him.
It's been days. But neither of you had talked about what happened. Before now, the last you'd seen Megumi was when he left you during Zen'in's last hearing, when every bit of your dirty secret was exposed before him.
The memory of that day still made you shiver. The absolute hopelessness you felt, the way Megumi looked at you, his cutting words―
"Hey, Sena―" Megumi's got a grip on your shoulders, face contorting in worry. "What's wrong?"
You looked right into his dark green eyes, and saw nothing but concern. None of the Megumi who was so ready to cut all ties with you back then.
You were flattered that he was here, but still, you needed answers.
Reaching out for the notebook and pen Megumi had gotten you for your temporary communication, you scribbled your burning question.
Why are you here?
Megumi wouldn't admit it, but his heart sank upon reading your inquiry. The fact that you felt the need to ask it was just heartbreaking.
"You were badly injured. How can I not be here?" he responded, shoulder sagged. "I should be the one asking you―how could you have gone to Zen'in Naoya in the first place?"
Then it dawned to you. Your letter. He dropped everything to get you.
I have to end him with my own hands.
"Still! That's not―!" Megumi almost raised his voice before he caught himself. "That's not any reason for you to face him in a duel!"
He would have gone after you if I didn't.
"That's what should have been. You should've let him gone after me." There was something inside him that was this close from bursting and he was trying his hardest so it wouldn't. "At any given chance, you should've prioritized your safety first. And back then, even I―!"
I've left you. Megumi let out a sharp breath and looked away. He couldn't bring himself to say it.
You blinked at him, getting a sense of what he meant, and reached for your pen again.
I also did it for myself. He murdered my mom. I just wanted to end it with him.
"What do you― why do you have to―?!"
In that moment, Megumi felt as if he had been slapped in the face. He made you think that way. It was dreadful that you chose that self-destructive path because these unfortunate chains of events.
He was still grappling with the overwhelming guilt when you presented him with your next question.
Aren't we getting a divorce?
"No." His response was swift and resolute, his gaze boring straight into you. "Never."
You looked at him questioningly because you could still vividly recall the divorce papers you tearfully signed and left with Kurusu Hana. And seeing your confusion, Megumi thought he had to set it straight.
"It's my fault," he began. "I shouldn't have― I shouldn't have left you back then. And I should've never left you with the divorce papers. I wasn't in the right mind."
You looked down, pondering his words. Sure, he wasn't in the right mind―but at one point, that was what he wanted.
It still made you a bit uncomfortable.
Megumi held your shoulders again, sincere eyes piercing into your heart. "I regret it all. I really do. If I could turn back the time, I wouldn't leave you as I did."
Your eyes widened, wonderstruck, when a tear trickled down his cheek.
"You stupid." He brought you into his arms then, voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry― I'm sorry for making you feel that you are alone. I'm sorry for leaving you. But even so, please, do not ever, ever put yourself in that kind of danger again. If something happens to you, I―"
His body was now trembling, and you put your hands around him. "How... could you scare me like that...? H-how could you just leave me with that letter... and tell me not to find you? Don't you know how frightened I was...?"
You didn't really know what you were feeling right now, feeling the dampness in your shoulder as he cried for you. Touched, sad, happy―all these emotions swirled within you at the same time. But still, the irrefutable truth was...
You are in love with this man. You were sure of it.
But...
"Me...gumi..."
Almost faint, but he heard it. Your voice that he had missed so much. Megumi pulled away from you, searching your face, and greeted by your soft smile.
You reached out for him and wiped his tears with your thumb. "Don't... cry..."
"Ah..." He pulled you into his embrace again, this time tighter. He buried his face in your neck, the ache in his chest almost made him burst as he shook with tears. "I'm so... so glad...! Sena, I―I'm really glad you're s-safe..."
And you are glad that he is too. That he is this concerned about you. That he loves you still.
. . .
And in the weeks that followed, you really thought you could sweep it under the rug and forget everything.
You thought that you wouldn't want nothing more now that he was back to you, as yours. You thought you'd be content with everything, even if you had to pick up the shattered remains.
But that wasn't the case. Not really.
Because every now and then, you still remembered how you betrayed him, and also the searing ache of heartbreak of when he left you.
...and so long as you still felt this way, you thought, it would be hard for you to be truly live the happy life your mother had wished for you.
Something about you had changed.
Megumi supposed it was the effect of the trauma you had experienced, and so he never brought it up―it wouldn't be fair to compare the current you with the you before the incident.
You two were back to living in his apartment after you were discharged. Your voice had come back, although sometimes you still experienced trouble in speaking. But despite it all, Megumi didn't really care, he was ready to weather it all with you.
His sense of guilt intensified whenever he caught you touching your throat. Thoughts like "I should've been there." or "I should have never let her so unprotected" popped up in his head more often than he would have liked.
Both of you had gone back to the way it was supposed to be. Neither of you should have any prolonged worries... After all, Zen'in fiasco, from the unethical mass massacre and Naoya's doing afterwards, had been sorted out by Gojo― both of you were essentially free of them now.
So... why do you still look like you are on edge?
"I'll make breakfast today," he said on one morning after waking up. "Stay on the bed longer. I'll call you when it's ready."
You still looked positively sleepy as you pulled up the covers to your face and it warmed his heart. You were adorable, yawning and mumbling, "Thank you, Megumi."
He openly smiled, and went to the kitchen. A simple breakfast of beef and bacon would do, he concluded, and that was what he did. Afterwards, he did call and lead you to have breakfast with him.
You were still rubbing sleep off your eyes when he said it―
"Look, it's done―"
Suddenly you stiffened. Perhaps you were hypersensitive because it was still morning, but the way he said it reminded you of his words from that day.
“It’s done. We’re done. I don’t want to see you ever again.”
You tried not to let it show, as you sat in front of him. You really did, because Megumi seemed particularly happy this morning, you couldn't bear to burst his bubble.
"I personally prefer scrambled eggs over sunny side up, so that's what I made," he explained, motioning towards the plate with two servings of scrambled eggs with hints of a grimace. "Are you okay with it? Do you want me to make something else for you?"
"Ah, no, no... it's fine," you replied almost instantly, forcing a smile. "Thank you."
His lips curved into a gentle smile as he said, "You're welcome. Let me get that for you."
And that was when it happened. His hand brushed against yours―and in response, you retracted your hand away too quickly as if scalded.
Megumi was stunned. "Sena...?"
He looked at you, and noticed the faint tremor that passed through your body. In that moment, everything around him crashed once again.
Why?
"Are you..." he was almost in disbelief saying it. "...afraid of me?"
"Megumi― sorry," you blurted out, not looking at him. "I―I don't feel too well. I'll have breakfast later... I'll go lie down for a bit."
Before Megumi could respond, you had already risen and exited the dining room. Adding to the weight on his already heavy heart, you didn't head to your shared bedroom but instead, to your old bedroom from before you moved in with him.
Suddenly he felt hollow. Memories of the past months flooded into his mind like a fast-paced train wreck.
Leaving you. No contact at all. Finding you in that pool of blood.
Everything that happened then, both of you couldn't possibly pretend that any of them didn't exist. At least, not anymore.
It has been awkward few days ever since then.
This gnawing feeling inside you― the ache, it's still there. The guilt. The nightmare. It's still there. You just want all of them to disappear.
You love Megumi and you want nothing more than being with him. But at the same time, you don't want to be with him― not like this.
They said let bygones be bygones, but it was impossible for you to pretend you were content and everything was fine while you were haunted by the nightmares of the day you made that deal with Gojo and Megumi leaving you with nothing to say for yourself.
To be happy, you need a clean slate. Or at least a time for yourself to think it over.
And so you reflected hard on yourself. What you wanted for yourself, what you thought was best for both of you.
You felt bad for Megumi too. He was visibly shaken ever since that day, and yet you were only there, feeling numb and at a loss for words, only able to mutter nothing more than apologies.
In the end, it boils down to this. You couldn't run from it any longer. Even though it'd most definitely bring both of you pain and sadness, you very well know that if you survived this, then...
"Megumi, I'm sorry for... the other day."
A week later, on that particular evening, he had just returned from headquarters and you met him at the living room.
Megumi looked startled, before flashing you a warm smile. "Ah, that again? Don't worry, Sena. It's fine." Glancing at the clock, he turned back to you. "Oh, have you eaten yet? I bought takeout on the way home."
His smile looked off. You tried to push the uncomfortable feeling in your chest away.
You steeled yourself and looked at him right in the eyes. "Megumi, I... I want to talk to you. Can you... sit here with me?"
It was hard to pull this on him. Really, really hard. But you swallowed the weight and bit down your lip when he took a seat in front of you.
"What is it?" he inquired with concern. "Don't be that tense... you can talk to me about it, alright?"
So be it then.
"I... think we should consider having a divorce."
Megumi never imagined he would find himself confronted with this very question a second time.
His first reaction was a blink. Then his heart sank to the pit of his stomach. And then a frown, before he exhaled sharply―
"Why?" his voice came out way harsher than he intended. For the life of him, he didn't understand why. He felt hurt. So hurt, in fact, you had no idea. "What is it that you're feeling this time? Why did you never tell me before this?"
"I―" Your voice faltered, caught off guard, yet your sincere eyes remained steady. "I'll tell you now."
Megumi could see how strained you were. You were clearly trying hard to keep yourself together. He wanted to hug you, but not before you explained yourself.
"Megumi, first of all... I want you to know that I love you." Your voice began to tremble. "I love you... and I'm sorry for using you and taking advantage of your feelings. And I'm happy being with you... That hasn't changed."
"I know it already." He clenched his fists tightly, wiling the pounding of his heart at bay. "Then why―"
"I feel like we've been avoiding this, I don't know―I'm sorry. In the end, it's more of a me thing―it's not your fault at all."
Megumi closed his eyes, suddenly he felt overwhelmed by it all.
"This guilt I've been carrying with me... and you..." you took a sharp intake of breath. "Maybe something is wrong with me― I kept telling myself that now you're with me and everything will be okay... I tried to convince myself, but then I can't forget the way you look on that day―"
"If it's that, then I'm sorry―"
"No," you quickly interjected. "You had every right to be angry. I don't blame you for that, Megumi. I'm not upset, not anymore... the problem is... it doesn't make it any less hurt."
Those words suddenly seemed to ring in his ears.
A sob broke finally through your lips. "And s-so long as I'm still not over all of this... then I-I don't think I... ―we... can be truly happy together."
God, why must your fate be this complicated?
Your unholy matrimony was not expected but falling in love was a blessing, and still, you ended up hurting each other. If you still feel hurt, then the same also goes for him―he too still carries the guilt for letting you face Naoya alone, regardless of how the circumstances justified his actions.
Megumi gritted his teeth in frustration. "And so, you suggest that we're better off having a divorce?"
You cried a little harder, unable to give him an answer.
“Can’t I do anything to make it better for you?” Megumi felt like a knife just lodged itself in his chest as he looked at your tear-streaked face. “I’ll do anything—everything you want me to do, just not this—Sena, please—”
“I… w-want to be happy, Megumi,” you managed to say amidst tears. “As much as I love you… I also want to love myself too… just the w-way my mother wanted me to.”
His heart was crushed, hearing you.
“I want us… to m-meet again in better circumstances,” you forced out the words. “With no one to force us or make us choose anything… a day w-when… we can freely choose each other…”
“I’ll always choose you.” Megumi’s voice wavered as he held back his own tears. “You don’t need to wait for that because I always will.”
A tearful smile formed in your lips in response. “Thank you, but I just… want more t-time… for myself, Megumi. To sort my life—my f-feelings... and everything else out.”
He let out a grunt, as the first of his tears slid down his cheek, before he squeezed his eyes shut and covered them with his hand. Pain throbbed in his head and chest. It was too much.
“Do you…” is this it? is this how it ends? “Can you… at least tell me… what you’re going to do from now on?”
Before, when he asked you this, you had no answer for yourself. But this time, you didn’t flinch.
“I want to go back to Kyoto,” you immediately replied. “I… want to start anew there. And honestly… I don't want to continue doing jujutsu any longer so... I think I’ll start a new business to get by.”
A new start. Leaving jujutsu sorcery behind. That life honestly sounds so nice to Megumi’s ears too he was tempted to follow your footsteps.
“That’s good.” His voice was thick and heavy, and you were on the verge of sobbing once again. “That’s… really neat..."
He didn't want this. He couldn't bear to let you go. He was desperate to find a way to make you stay with him.
"Is this... really, truly what you want, Sena?"
You sniffled. "...Yes."
It seemed as though the knife in his chest had been twisted and made his insides bleed. He still couldn't make sense of it. His vision kept blurring with tears.
But ultimately... you have to be happy. After all of shitshows in this screwed up life you two share... you deserve to be happy the most.
It was difficult for him, it pierced through the most tender part within him to utter these words—
"Then... let's do it. If it's want you want and you're sure of it... then I'm willing to let you go." Lies. All of them. "Just… —please just be well. Don’t get sick, don’t stay up too late, and don’t push yourself too hard—”
Your sniffles turned into sobs.
“And— know that…” Megumi willed himself so that he wouldn’t break down in front of you completely, taking a deep breath. “I want only the best for you. I love you— that’s why.”
You were sobbing again then, utterly heartbroken. You felt really bad, and yet you knew this was necessary.
As your parting words, you just wanted him to know—
"Megumi... f-for everything these past eight months… thank you," you managed to say, your voice choked with tears. "I’ve been happy with you… and I... I don’t regret meeting you even for a moment."
The knowledge that you did feel that way was like a consolation for him. Megumi was thankful too that he had met you.
. . .
. . .
. . .
And just like that, in that winter, your divorce was finalized, and you moved to Kyoto.
Six months later
The idea of a fresh start seemed appealing. Living in Tokyo had become suffocating. She reckoned it was finally time to move forward and put everything to rest.
“Oh, Hana-chan! Where are you going?”
Kurusu Hana put her duffel bag on the floor, looking back to find an elderly woman—her neighbor in this apartment building, as she locked the door to her unit one last time.
“Ah, granny,” she greeted with a friendly smile. “You aren’t usually awake this early.”
“Nevermind that— are you moving out, Hana-chan?”
“Oh yeah… Granny, haven’t you heard? The landlady is about to double the pay rent. It’s too much for this shabby place. I don’t want to live here anymore.”
“Really?! That conniving woman… I’ll talk to my husband and find another place soon too!”
“Hehe, please do.”
“Best of luck for you, Hana-chan.” The granny said. “I’ll miss having hotpots with you... You have been a really bright presence here.”
Something inside Hana lurched at her kind words. “Ah… me too, granny. Please take care of yourself too…”
Someone would miss her even when she was gone. This notion, simple as it was, once seemed impossible to Hana. Living all alone by herself all her life, she had grown accustomed to such thoughts.
And in her first time falling in love too… the man in question didn’t even return her feelings back.
But as they said… life goes on. Even when Megumi never looked at her way, then it just meant that they were never meant to be. She couldn’t wallow in this ridiculous one-sided love forever.
“Yosh! Hana, it’s okay! It’s going to be fine!”
As she stepped outside, she realized that summer was here already. And with that she was even convinced— with the new season came a new beginning, and this time, she was determined to find her own happiness.
“Ahh! It’s hot!”
Yuji stretched his arms in the air, scrunching up his face as he had a look around him. “Kugisaki, do you have any idea where we’re going next? Seriously, I can’t with all this temples.”
Nobara threw him a dirty look. “You are so useless. The very least you can do is look at the maps.”
“Well, it’s too hot here! And these view of temples and shrines are giving me goosebumps—”
“Hey! What you said counts as blasphemy you know! Kyoto is cultural heritage!”
Yuji then looked around. “Come to think about it… Where’s Fushiguro? Wasn’t he with us after checking in the hotel just now?”
“Ah, he said he wanted to go out a bit before we go to the exorcism site… He didn’t say where though.”
“Wha? Wait, we can’t go without him!”
[Nov 21]
Megumi: Sena, have you arrived safely? I hope you’re not having a rough time. If you do, you can tell me
[Nov 23]
You: hi megumi! sorry for not replying—i’ve been so busy with moving in here, it’s been hectic. and yes, i’m good here! :)
[Nov 24]
Megumi: That’s good then. Well, take care
[Dec 10]
Megumi: I’ve heard there’s an earthquake in Kyoto. Are you alright?
[Dec 10]
Megumi: If you see this… Please answer me. I’m worried
[Dec 10]
You got 8 missed calls from Megumi
[Dec 10]
Megumi: Are you hurt? I’m trying to find a bullet train ticket to Kyoto but none are available
[Dec 13]
You: gosh i’m so sorry for answering now! it’s been chaotic. internet and electricity are affected by the damage :(
[Dec 13]
You: but no worries! you don’t have to come here, megumi! i’m fine! i evacuated safely and my building is still standing!
[Dec 13]
Megumi: That’s a relief… Do you need anything? I can get you some things. Bullet trains to Kyoto will run again tomorrow, I can go there
[Dec 13]
You: no no! really, thanks, i’m totally okay! most of buildings here are earthquake-resistant so don’t worry!
[Dec 13]
You: still, thank you for worrying about me, i really… really appreciate it
[Mar 15]
Megumi: It's been a while. Have you been well?
[Mar 16]
You: hiii megumi! haha, you don’t have to be that formal, really. it’s been good here. cherry blossoms have bloomed, they’re so pretty!
[Mar 16]
You: what about you? are you busy these days?
You had left everything behind in Tokyo—your life as jujutsu sorcerer, tears, nightmares, and sadness, or as much of it as you possibly could, at the very least.
Starting over was hard. You almost regretted it several times especially when the lonely nights were too much for you, or when earthquake shook Kyoto and left you reeling.
But at the same time, it brought you satisfaction. When you successfully opened your own small cafe just last week, it felt like all your efforts had finally paid off.
It felt good to stand on your own two feet. To do things you want. With no one to dictate what you should do. By all means, this is the dream life you've wanted... you just wished that your mother could’ve seen this too.
Spending time for yourself has been healing. And life is far better here, but still...
You miss Megumi. How could you not, especially when he occasionally sent you a text? You were touched that he was still trying to stay in touch at all, and also how he showed his concern for your well-being.
But it was now May... and he hadn't replied to your text since March.
You tried to brush it off. After all you got the divorce for this very reason. You wanted to regain your sense of normalcy again— "normal" as in before everything went down with Zen'in mess.
But perhaps someday, when you're ready, if he would still have you... then maybe...
Brushing off your thoughts and maybe, longing, you left your phone to attend new patrons when the bell to your cafe jingled.
Unbeknownst to you, after unconsciously waiting for him this long, your phone buzzed and its screen lit up with new notifications—
[May 3]
Megumi: Today, I'm in Kyoto
[May 3]
Megumi: I miss you, Sena. I really do
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Breathless Whispers - Shu
My new series. Will take a while to complete (don’t mind the fact I am STILL working on the Easter Smut series). It’s based off an ask I got and is very sinful and I implore everyone who is triggered by the following to NOT INTERACT WITH THIS SERIES. The tags will vary from each entry but “Breathless Whispers” is a SAKAMAKI BROTHERS X STEPMOTHER! READER Smut series. As such Cheating/Adultery and pseudo-incest/stepcest are always going to be included in the chapters.
Tags for this chapter: Stepcest/pseudo-incest, cheating, NTR (Netorare) ((Karlheinz gets cucked)), dub-con (the reader believes she has feelings for Shu), dubiously-consensual implied impregnation, mentions of pregnancy, blood, and my out-of-practice smut writing skills that border on cringe, Happy sex (?)
This is as vanilla as it’s gonna get for this series, methinks. Next chapter it’s Reiji’s turn. ;)
Happy sinning ❤
WORD COUNT: 5.8K (11 pages)
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In his life, Shu learnt to try to ignore meaningless things around him and to feel as precious little as possible - he didn’t need to feel, it added no enhancement to his life. To love was to have weakness and those he loved and cared for often ended tragically.
It was only natural that he chose to stick to himself and become a solitary creature after all that he’s been through, was it not?
Solitude meant safety.
Slowly but surely Shu cut as many emotions away with a metaphorical knife as he could, opting instead to be careless regarding all matters. He didn’t need anyone else, just himself. Only himself.
But there was one emotion that refused to leave, one emotion he would never allow the chance to withdraw from his heart - hatred. Pure, unadulterated loathing towards the man who caused his, his brothers’ and their mothers’ tragedies - Karlheinz.
The hatred he felt was coated by a layer of would-be indifference - he knew better than to challenge the man, at least for the meanwhile - memories from the North Pole haunted him still. His father was a cruel, demanding man and Shu felt abhorrence, perhaps it did not reach the hatred felt by some other brothers but it was there and undying.
Karlheinz’s largest sin of all was the pain he caused his mother - the burdens he put onto him were a close second, however. But Beatrix’s suffering still wounded Shu to think about even after so many years had passed. The guilt instilled in him from that time flowed through his veins, unrelenting. His mother had her streaks of emotionally tormenting him but after all she merely wanted to prepare him for a difficult life ahead and Shu missed her presence as demanding as it was.
And that was why when his father chose to re-marry yet again, Shu felt nothing but slight pity for the bride but regardless, he felt towards her as he did with most things; wholly indifferent.
That was, of course, until he got to know the woman - he recalled the wedding day, it was a boring event and the fact his appearance had to be publicly seen bothered him for he’d much rather be doing anything but - still, he did as told and attended, albeit with minimal effort.
You made for a blushing bride, he couldn’t deny that. Glamorous appearance was hardly something he heeded though, and his father was known for choosing beautiful women as his wives - you knew nothing of the terrible fate that was bound to befall you in the coming months or years. At least all the other wives were long dead, namely Cordelia (whose torments only fed into the neglect his father served his mother, furthering her agonies) so you’d have no other competitors for Karlheinz’s horrid affections.
He felt nothing for you, then.
But unbeknownst to him, that detachment would not last forever and soon thereafter Karlheinz sent his bride away to live with his sons: what drove his father to such a foolish decision baffled Shu and he felt it somewhat of a ploy, another experiment to conduct. Maybe it was, but then again it only wasted time and energy to speculate on what went through Karlheinz’s mind.
But you were their new stepmother, not one of their sacrificial brides; that was made clear, if unspoken. You were not their shared property but the property of the vampire king and it was to be respected, even if you had a puppet authority or no true power over them.
He avoided you at first, in his mind getting to know anyone was worthless; and yet you persisted under the guise of ‘getting to know’ him and the others, wanting a relationship with your new stepsons. None of them really wanted a relationship with you, except for perhaps Reiji who hoped that you’d speak well of him to his father, ever-the-suckup.
You were a vampire of course, although it was surprising to learn that you were not a pureblood as they were. Karlheinz always made his decisions for a reason and he knew the reason for marrying you wasn’t love: therefore must’ve been something else entirely.
Karlheinz was incapable of love.
Gradually he found himself enjoying your attempted affections and voice - you figured out his disposition and chose to talk to him without expecting anything more than grunts and hums in return, knowing he preferred to listen to his music. Even he wasn’t sure at what point in your relationship he started to favour the sound of your melodious voice to his earphones, but it happened and he soon found himself turning down the volume as you spoke about your day if only to listen to your sweet voice far more vividly.
He started to seek you out, something...unusual growing in his soul at the sight of you - he began appearing in places you were around the mansion, silently guarding you against the likes of the others (such as Laito). He liked being around you - a feeling he’d lost long ago ever since the “death” of Edgar - true companionship.
But it couldn’t last perpetually, as nothing ever could, and those amicable feelings grew until they bloomed into something far darker than protectiveness towards his new stepmother and prospective friend - his heart yearned for you in the most unusual ways. It was troublesome for an overwhelming variety of reasons, primarily because he couldn’t have you.
His romantic intentions soon turned to a subtle obsession. He needed to be close to you, always there - watching.
You’d always smile and greet him pleasantly, innocently - how on earth you could be so innocent after centuries’ worth of living on this earth, much less so after marrying Karlheinz, he had no clue. Your naivety and sweet nature brought him to you, made him fall into insanity because of you.
It wasn’t instantaneous, things rarely were. Months went by but eventually he could no longer cope, his dreams were haunted by your form and always the exact same: you laid nude, breasts perfect and demure for him to corrupt, moaning out his name like the most delightful song from an ephemeral musical meant only for him.
But when he awoke he was alone.
You tempted him without even knowing it but it was only a matter of time before it would come back to haunt you, he couldn’t be expected to have control over his instincts and needs forever and the time came when he finally snapped.
Stepmother or not, he was going to have you. In a way, it served as the most exquisite form of perceived vengeance towards that man - to steal his wife.
He was hesitant about how to approach his desire to seduce you, such things were really more of Laito’s expertise, but he’d be damned if he failed to achieve his goals. You were too good for Karlheinz - a kindly thing to the point of intoxication and frustration, too pure for a vampire. He wanted to be the one to fully spoil your spirit, he wouldn’t permit his father to shatter your psyche as he did with all his previous wives. Shu was going to protect you, but in order to do that he first had to take you; claim you for himself.
And that’s when he came across the most intriguing sight: your hushed moans of pleasure as your [slender/chubby/elegant] fingers stroked your glistening cunt in your private chambers - the same chambers which were supposed to be blessed in sacred matrimony if only his father hadn’t left you here all alone at the mercy of his ravenous sons. He must’ve assumed such a thing would happen sooner or later, hadn’t he? If not, then...well, Shu couldn’t help but think it his father’s loss from his own folly.
“Shu.”
Your angelic voice uttered his name - not his father’s, not your husband’s - but his. In your moment of unholy ecstasy, it was him on your mind; thoughts of him that edged you to your bliss. His obsessive passions were returned to him in kind, it seemed, and he couldn’t be more glad.
“Shu?” You questioned the following evening at dusk, that blossom-pink blush dusting your cheeks like an undead Aphrodite, tempting him further into his hidden lustful hunger, “Is...is everything okay? You’ve been staring at me all evening and I just wanted to ask if there’s something wrong-”
He sighed, eyes half-lidded as if tired but it was his internal frustration revealed. “There is.”
“Oh?” You pouted and fuck, he wanted to bruise your plump lips right there and then until they held his mark.
“You really are more trouble than you’re worth,” It was a lie, of course, but he was a guarded man and his words reflected that. “Shu…? What do you mean?” The sadistic aspect of him was fuelled by the subtle distress in your eyes, however, you tried to remain calm, he’d said harsher things and you knew he scarcely ever meant them but something...something seemed so offbeat tonight. No, not just tonight - as of recently, but you couldn’t place a finger on the exact date when things began to change between you.
Your hands were down, pressed together as your thumbs nervously rubbed the other. You just wanted answers.
“Heh,” He smirked, “You have no idea how alluring you are, do you?” His tired eyes stared earnestly into your soul and you felt stripped of your integrity.
An innocent blush flooded your visage with lecherous embarrassment at such a sensual suggestion, sputtering out various syllables as you rushed to find your footing and speak out in protest of such an inappropriate topic between mother and son - that was what you were, related or not...you were his mother, even if merely by marriage.
Guilt clogged your throat up as you thought of your own lust for your stepson, he was only slightly younger than you were and handsome beyond compare (as much as you loathed to admit it, your carnal self preferred Shu’s indescribable silent grace and steely blue eyes to the snowy tresses of his father) and disgust for yourself stung you deeper than a knife dipped in holy water - had he...witnessed your acts of depravity in your chambers? Did he know?
“S-Shu, I...I don’t know what you mean,” You were drowning, unable to form proper words, “Don’t.” He cut you off before you could deny what you both knew at that moment.
You weren’t as innocent and proper as you made yourself out to be. As you wished to be.
No, you were a creature of tainted prurience and Shu was more than happy to play into your fantasies.
You paled and nodded, if you were human your heart would’ve surely been palpitating by now. Fear wholly consumed you - would he be disgusted by you - no, he would’ve made that clear by now. Shu hid his thoughts and feelings from others but if he’d felt abhorrent disgust he wouldn’t have chosen to speak to you or indeed even be around you, you trusted that truth if nothing else.
But then there was only one explanation for his demeanour, one that made you clench your thighs tight as you stood before him, a woman.
He stood from his seat, no longer laying on the windowsill. “You’ve been a terrible wife,”
Tears of crimson welled in your eyes while your knees felt weak but you nodded, ashamed. “Yes.”
“And a filthy mother,” His harsh breath on your ear and neck made you whimper, “Y...yes,” You stuttered out with another whimpering moan, “Shu please don’t toy with me, I’m sorry I-”
Without another sound escaping your painted lips you felt the amorous pressure of your stepson’s kiss, disclosing the intense emotions he returned for you. Your mind screamed at you for your sins and yet you were both inhuman creatures; Perpetuity of faithfulness was boresome and your husband had done little but ignore you and your hopes for a good life. Shu, however, had been there since the beginning of your marriage - even if you’d started out as nothing more than his father’s wife - now you were so much more, immensely more.
Your knees buckled as you gave into the kiss, unable to avoid your feelings for him a second longer - you needed him just like this and he needed you too.
Human or not, the inherent wrongness burned your flesh and chest. You’d tried to be a good wife but your husband had practically abandoned you here with his sons bred for him by other women, he’d left you here and did little to even write to you. Loneliness was an obvious side-effect and it was only a matter of time before you would’ve fallen into another’s arms. But your debauchery brought you right into his son’s embrace. A terrible wife indeed.
Shu devoured your moans, swallowing your lust and increasing his own as his ample size grew in the confinements of his pants. “Fuck,” He huffed out as you pulled away from him, blinking. Your thighs burned with a need only he could satisfy. A shy hand wandered down his body towards his growing erection, stroking it from the fabric of his pants. Your efforts were rewarded by the sound of his deep groans. How long had it been since anyone touched you like this? Since you’d been able to make someone feel unutterable pleasure - since anyone made you feel wanted?
You had slept with Karlheinz only a couple of times and he failed to sate your inner hunger as Shu was doing with only kisses and loving groans.
“You’re playing with fire,” He breathed out, staring at you and sealing you in place. “I...know,” You swallowed thickly, “P-please, I...I need-”
“What do you need, whore?”
His teasing words of degradation made you feel alive, you were the object of his uttermost attention. His lips traced your neck, licking and gnawing but never piercing, fangs flying over the tender flesh.
“You.”
The certainty in your otherwise meek voice nearly made him burst right there. He was done restraining himself, pearly fangs sharper than needles pierced your neck as Shu drank the sweet nectar beneath. Your pleasured moans filled the hallways of the Sakamaki manor and he prayed his brothers could hear you wherever they were knowing that he won you.
And he was going to keep you.
You were going to no longer be just his stepmother - you would be his woman.
The blood, thick and plentiful, dripped down your neck. The droplets were not wasted as his tongue gathered them before they could drip onto the marble flooring. Shu was going to get addicted to this taste - your taste - he was sure of it.
This was what you were made for; to belong to him.
As he did this you toyed with his pants, unzipping them and releasing his erect cock from its prison, letting it spring free, wet with precum. “Oh fuck,” You whimpered at the sensation, pumping up and down his length. You wanted this, you wanted him so badly. You could feel yourself slowly dripping with clenched thighs.
This was wrong - it was revolting - but you couldn’t stop the heat inside you, your inner desires. On your quest to befriend your sons you inadvertently ended up falling in love with one of them and never before had you longed to be held by someone as you did when you were with him.
You wanted to be his, no one else’s.
But you couldn’t be, for you already were a taken woman; despite the truth, you wanted to succumb to your immorality; to pretend that, for tonight alone, you were his.
Once he pulled away from your neck Shu chuckled lowly, “You’re such a lewd slut, mother.” You cringed at the name, reminding yourself of the positions between you two and, for a short-lived second, you attempted to pull away except the moment you did he caged in on you, back shoved against the wall with burning eyes glaring at you.
“But you’re going to be my slut from now on.” his breath hitched as your hand movements sped up, blushing crimson from your wicked sensuality. You were loving this, in all its sinfulness. “Y-Yes,” You choked out submissively as you brought him to his edge, creamy cum coating your hand and sinking into the fabric of your dress, physically tainting you.
It drove you wild.
The sight of you in front of him, dress dripping with his cum made him hard almost instantly as he ordered you to strip for him after he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the empty music room - he didn’t want to be interrupted by any of his bothersome brothers.
“Strip for me.”
You nodded and bit down harshly on your lip, droplets of blood still flowing from your neck at the open puncture wound, staining the white semen-soaked fabric as you unzipped the back and slowly released your hold on it as it fell down your form until you were exposed in only your undergarments, intimate and raw.
This was incredibly embarrassing and yet, for him...you didn’t mind humiliating yourself.
You were convinced of it, now: you were in love with him.
Soft hands twirled around to unclip your bra, feeling as though it wasn’t merely your body which you were exposing to him but your very being as your breasts bounced free from the cups’ confinements, bra forgotten as you threw it down onto the floor, not caring about anything else but him.
‘Don’t do this’, your sanity pleaded but whatever morality may have existed in the cage of your heart was extinguished with a single gaze into his yearning eyes. If you didn’t do this the lack of his touch on your skin would surely drive you insane.
You just wanted to be loved, cherished and used.
You were married - and although that sentiment alone should have been enough to snap you out of this sexual haze you were trapped in, it did little to sway your lust-filled judgement.
Swallowing nervously your fingers dipped below the strips of your panties, sliding down your silky thighs, pride consumed you as you watched his subtle but intense reactions, the way his thick member twitched in anticipation made you feel powerful for the first time in your life. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside you.
“Come here,” He growled, making you squeal as you nodded like a good little whore and fell onto your knees, crawling over to him - you felt like putting on a show for him, filled with risque concupiscence. If your husband was to ever find out you feared the consequences and despite the dangers, it drove you further into the arms of his eldest son to consider how taboo, how wrong such a union was.
There was something unspokenly intimate about this. An intimacy from which you never wished to awaken.
As soon as you were at his feet you admired his cock, glistening from residue cum in the moonlight.
“Oh God,” You were about to cross a border from which you could never return and it turned you on profoundly to think about how your relationship would develop from here. Opening your mouth, you took his length inside your warmth, (e/c) eyes staring up at him like a sweet gazelle, pumping your head up and down and twisting your tongue around him as you sucked his member with a fierce determination to please. He believed this was the closest to heaven he would ever be; you, his personal fallen angel at his feet, his cock in your mouth.
Shu thought you were perfect just like this; doing all the work as you fucked your mouth on his cock, giving him your all as he sat back, eyes fluttering shut to focus on the pleasure you were providing. You were so good for him, such a pretty girl. Such an ideal woman, his woman.
Further lewd commentary fell from his lips as he prompted you on. He wanted you on your knees for him each night, and you would be. He would make sure that things would stay this way forever now he was so close to having you all to himself.
Even if it meant having to fight against his father, even if it meant the most intensive of efforts and having to use all the energy he had stored in his muscles - though he’d never utter it aloud, for you he would do anything.
Even if the only way to keep you would be to commit patricide. You were worth it.
Just before his release, he pulled your head back by gripping your hair forcefully causing a pained yell to escape from you, your voice full of physical anguish that set off a primal need within his chest.
“That’s enough.” He then lifted your chin to look him in the eyes, “Ride me.”
You gulped back the juices in your mouth and shakily stood as your thighs were flooded with slick. “Y-Yes I…” You blushed vehemently as you aligned yourself with his cock, sucking in a sharp hiss as you felt the heat of it against your burning cunt. “I want you to make me yours.” Instantly you sat down, thighs clenched as your walls adjusted to the intrusion, making you cry out in ecstasy. Did you seriously almost orgasm simply from having his length inside of you?
You couldn’t be blamed - not when your husband had neglected you. But it was going to be all better now that Shu was here to help you. Just as a good stepson should.
“Fuck,” He gasped out quietly, breath falling from his chest. You were so fucking tight he could’ve potentially fooled himself into believing you were still virginal. That was, of course, until he reminded himself that his father stole that honour for himself and elicited underlying rage in Shu. With the buck of his hips he drove himself inside you as you cried out his name, holding tightly onto him, arms tied around his neck as you rode him, clumsily moving your hips and revealing your sexual inexperience to him; the knowledge that his father didn’t seem to take any time cherishing your body like this, lewd and sinful, eased him somewhat because it meant he could be the one to make you completely lose your mind and become his perfect little whore.
Maybe he’d even make you his wife, along the way.
His arms held your waist and he lazily guided the movement of your hips. You were insatiable, rapid. He could tell you wanted to go faster but his strong hands consistently ceased your attempts - he was going to force you to take your time, to truly feel the way his cock filled your insides, to ensure your walls would take the shape of his dick.
He wanted you to know that he was superior to his father, that no one could ever please you better. He never felt so attached to anyone prior to you, you did something to him. Something dark. Enchanting. And he was never going to let you go after this. By giving your body to him, you have given yourself in your totality.
Even if you didn’t know it quite yet, or didn’t fully apprehend the consequences sex with him would bring.
Your whines became far more desperate with each blunt thrust. Slow, steady but forceful; Shu’s cock reached into the deepest parts of you, lovingly rubbing your cunt. It was indisputable that he was focused on your enjoyment as much as he was on his - it wasn’t anything like what sex with Karlheinz was like, he was self-gratifying and solely cared about his own high, Shu (much to your surprise) paid attention to your smallest reactions to ensure this was as great for you as it was for him. His fingers delved below and started to mercilessly torment your clit, electricity flying through your spine and cunt clenching as more love juices were produced, soaking his cock and helping to lubricate the thrusts.
He wanted to show you how mindblowing sex with him could be, to show you he could love you in ways no one else ever could.
In the eyes of his brothers, especially in Reiji and Ayato’s point-of-view, he was the one who got everything; the golden, careless heir.
But they did not and would never understand that he had everything he didn’t want. His entire life the things he truly yearned for were stolen from him, his happiness, his innocence, his friends and beloved companions of human and animal kind; destroyed, ruined, killed. It reared his indifference to the material goods he possessed for they held absolutely no value of their own.
And now there was you. You, you, you. Sakamaki Shu knew that, without a single shred of disbelief, he would happily give up all of this if it meant he got to keep you. All the wealth and grandeur and power that his position brought was worthless in comparison to his beloved whore whimpering above him as she impaled herself on his cock.
“S-Shu,” You moaned out into his ear, “Fa...faster, please,” You choked back spit as you made feeble attempts to catch your breath, the intense friction between your joined bodies making it difficult to think. It wasn’t as rough or primal as you initially thought it would be like, it was...better than that, intimate. Was this what they mean when they say sex can be ‘making love’? This closeness between bodies as they become one, the heat and passion in the air and bouncing breasts and thighs clasped around one’s lover?
It wasn’t fucking - it was so much more. A proclamation of love, even, though you could never dare and utter that belief out loud.
His self-satisfied comments, “Hm,” He playfully paused completely, making your eyes widen as you stared at him with desperation for him to continue, to let you reach your climax. Your nails scratched his back like a needy brat as you cried out pleas, “Please - please Shu, I need you to keep going I-” You swallowed thickly, blinking wildly as your core ached without movement and he kept your hips down, unable to fuck yourself on his dick regardless of how hard you tried.
“Say you love me.”
“W-What?” You gasped out, sweaty and needy but with enough common sense to know that saying something like that to him - even if it was true - would seal a secret deal between lovers, it would open all the nightmares of your very own Pandora’s Box.
But you loved him - you did, somewhere along the way you became enamoured by your stepson and now he was inside of you, fucking you with a tenderness that made you sure that he must love you, too.
“I…” You smiled weakly, genuinely. You pulled back ever-so-slightly, (e/c) eyes sinking into his. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that he was finally permitting you to see; he trusted you with his heart, you could see that now. Your hand stroked his cheek, his hard dick still throbbing inside of you (you knew he wanted to keep going but held himself back, resolved to get what he wanted out of you). He melted into the caress, your hands were soft as angel feathers. “I am in love with you, Sakamaki Shu.” Despite the arousal that filled your mind you earnestly tried to convey the true depth of your affections for him and it seemed to awaken the beast of passion as he soon started to bounce you up and down his thick, throbbing member at a speed only vampires could achieve, determined to claim your womb for his own.
It wasn’t hard to notice your maternal longings, your desire to baby the boys despite their inherent aggression towards you all but proved it. And if was a baby you wanted, well...who was he to deny you of that right?
His hushed grunts only sent you further into ecstasy - You had the power of feminine sexuality over him and it gave you somewhat of a power rush. It was paradise - not worthless fucking like animals - but true divinity here in his arms, where you felt appreciated and loved and as though you finally had a raison d’etre - You wanted to be his so badly it caused you physical anguish but you were his if only for the moment, connected to him so snugly.
“I love you,” You sobbed out as tears welled in your eyes from the intense satisfaction and your own emotions coming to the surface, “I love you, I love you,” Each word sent Shu into a brand new dimension of rapture.
You loved him, you loved him - more than anyone else in this world. If binding your bodies together didn’t officially make you his your whimpering confessions just did. The urge to impregnate you with his seed only grew with every passing moment as you mechanically moved in perfect timing to his thrusts, nails once again clawing at his flesh.
“That’s a-” He inhaled sharply, stopping mid-moan, “That’s a good girl,” He breathed heavily, you felt so perfect on his dick, his personal cockslut, the love of his life, stepmother and soon; the mother of his children.
“F-Fuck you’re going to look...fucking amazing,” He sighed out as he felt your fluttering walls try their hardest to milk him, “When you’re swollen with my troublesome brats, heh…” He could only smugly smile at your immediate reaction to the statement being to clunch down on him, tightening as if your womb was begging him to cum inside, to fertilise your pussy and breed you over and over. “Pregnant?” You exhaled out, teary-eyed as you locked your eyes with him, fucked out to the high heavens with sweat causing your hair to stick to your reddened forehead and lipstick smudged with perky, puffed lips. “Yo-You want to get me pregnant…?” The timidity of your voice betrayed your excitement. Logically you wanted to escape, to push him away and scold him for even suggesting such a thing - you couldn’t become pregnant with his child! It was atrocious enough that you were currently having this affair with him, your stepson, but to be bred by him was in a category all of its own - truly disgusting.
No matter how much your husband neglected you he didn’t deserve to for his wife to not only cheat on him with his own son but to be inseminated by him - but the inner beast within you was wanton, a silent whisper in your mind that tried to persuade you to surrender fully to your hopes for motherhood, to allow this man in front of you, this beautiful vampiric prince, to fill you with his seed and claim you as his bitch, his bride; to be stolen from the man you originally wed and live your eternity as Shu’s whore. “I-...we can’t, Shu! We-” Morals renewed, you tried to get through to him, “Please-”
“Shut up.” He ordered and you instantly did as told, being the good girl that you were. “Don’t lie to me. You’re loving the-” He moaned, “-idea of...of my children growing inside of you. I felt you tighten up at the notion, you’re such a fucking lewd woman. My lewd slut.”
You hated yourself because you knew he was right; it was true. You wanted this so badly, to give birth to his kin, to feel your uterus painted white with his cum. Primal needs craved relief.
“No, we...we can’t, I...don’t…” You choked on your words as he kissed you roughly, his thumb on your clit twirling and pulling until you were unable to form anything more coherent than mindless stutters. “S-Shu! Fuck, fuck, fuck I...I...I love you! I do! I do, please I just...I want-”
“What do you want, pretty whore?”
“...I want, I w….want your cum! I need it, I need you to fill me up and get me pregnant!” The last remainder of your will crumbled under the pressure of your sudden orgasm.
‘I’m so sorry, Karl…’ you thought bitterly as amazement overtook you, making you screech in the midst of the night in the moonlight, squeezing the lifeforce out of your stepson’s dick. Shu groaned and laughed in dark victory as you came undone around him, biting into his neck instinctively mid-orgasm. The sharp sensation was enough to push him completely over the edge.
Your tongue lapped over his neck, sipping the blood that flowed with delicious fervour as the heat of his semen poured into your deepest depths, coating your womb with his lust. Once you pulled away you felt almost faint from the intensity of your love-making, concupiscence fading as the realisation of what you just did hit you in full force, causing your eyes to open.
“Shu..oh fuck, I...we...just--” You squealed and tried to hop off but he kept your hips forced down, still inside your leaking cunt despite slowly growing soft. “No.”
Shu was serious, now, eyes grave. “You’re not running away. You,” He exhaled, bringing your lips closer to his, “Are mine.”
“Shu-”
The distance between your lips was closed as he fought with your tongue. Your heart yearned to return his kiss and despite the inner war ongoing within your soul you did, tongues dancing in the warmth of your mouth. When he pulled away he smiled.
And you felt yourself smile too, hand travelling to the spot below your stomach but above your cunt. “You’re mine now, troublesome woman.”
You laughed, nodding and kissed him again. The conflict within you wouldn’t fade, and you were terrified of what might happen now to yourself and to Shu.
But maybe it won’t be that bad. It was only one time - you can surely find some form of birth control to ingest before the next time, and he’d never have to know.
It was...one time, so you shouldn’t get pregnant this time...right?
Somehow you felt proud - proud to have his cum flowing from your core, to know it’s his seed that potentially is currently fertilising you and not your husband’s. You did feel authentically guilty but the guilt made you more aroused. Karlheinz didn’t deserve...this and despite that here you were, and the worst part was you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop anytime soon, there was no point in vowing to yourself that this would be the ‘last time’ because you knew that the moment he came inside you you were already addicted to him.
The child of your lover...realistically it was an awful, unspeakable idea but a sense within you wanted to go through with it, to allow yourself fertility, to fully become his.
Little did you know you would have no choice in the matter.
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The Damnation Series
Three different mafia stories for three Archeron sisters, not intertwined.
An Artful Revenge: When Feyre Archeron meets Rhysand Azara in front of her favorite painting, it feels like fate. He’s rich, beyond handsome, confident, and just mysterious enough to pique her interest. The mystery is linked to old wounds, wounds she doesn’t realize are tied to her own past. While trying to heal, Rhysand has to decide between revenge and moving on, a decision that comes to rest on his relationship with Feyre. He’s had a plan in place for years, but the question is... can he bring himself to go through with it?
“The decision, much like my life, Feyre darling, rests in your hands.”
COMPLETED: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
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Unholy Matrimony: It’s a alliance, not a marriage. Russia and Italy are going to finally stop warring over the city of New York, and the tenuous relationship relies on the success of Nesta and Cassian’s marriage. A marriage that could be brought down by a single club, one that’s the backbone of their prenup. To get back what’s rightfully hers, Nesta has to either convince him to sell to her, catch him cheating, or push the board to vote him out. But between the irritating amount of attraction and thrill of the competition, they soon realize how well matched they are and that maybe, after all, they don’t have to be alone.
“Give it to me? It’s mine. You stole it. You didn’t build it, buy it, or even fucking earn it.”
COMPLETED: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
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Casual Ruin: It’s just sex. Meaningless, almost constant sex. At least, that’s what Elain Archeron tells herself each time Azriel comes over. He knows her better than anyone--hell, she’s falling in love with him--but as it turns out, she knows absolutely nothing about him. She’s growing closer to him by the second, but when the house of cards comes crumbling down and she finds out who he really is, she has to ask herself when she started lying to herself about how much this meant.
“Just because I’m a monster, Elain, doesn’t mean I can’t give you what we both know you need.”
COMPLETED: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
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Planning a Hell of a Wedding | ✓ finding an officiant
Drabble 06 / ?
Setting: Sometime after s5
Word count: 420
Rating: G
Summary of the series: The Devil and the Detective make their way through the wedding planning checklist. One is more passionate about it than the other. (Works as a sequel to this fic.)
Author’s note: The Deckerstar fluff is a little more indirect in this one, but you do get to see how completely smitten™ Lucifer is.
‘And you’re okay with this?’ Amenadiel asks, puzzled by his brother’s request.
‘What? Yes, of course, I am.’ Lucifer looks over at him with furrowed brows. ‘I wouldn’t be asking you if I wasn’t, now would I?’ He scoffs as he puts the tumbler to his lips and takes a swig.
‘I guess not.’
They both lean against the railing again, involuntarily mirroring each other. Below them, golden city lights brighten the dark sky and hide away the stars. Amenadiel regards his brother’s side profile for a brief second, sips his own drink, and gazes out at the night again, a smile on his face. ‘I just never saw it coming that my rebellious little brother would want God’s favourite son officiating his wedding.’
He senses Lucifer’s annoyed stare boring into his side. In contrast to his request, it’s comically predictable. As are the unholy words that follow, spat in (deliberately) poorly pronounced Enochian. ‘And don’t flatter yourself,’ Lucifer adds as an afterthought to his name-calling. ‘You’re simply the least intolerable option; anyone calling himself “Father” is an absolute no-go.’ He studies the liquor in his hand for a second before melancholically remarking, ‘Well, maybe except for Father Frank, if he’d still been around.’ He sighs, smiles wistfully, and continues in a lighter tone, ‘But he’s not. And I don’t want some rando pronouncing us devil and wife.’
‘You want someone who knows you,’ Amenadiel concludes.
Lucifer glances at him and nods, reluctantly.
‘Okay, I’ll do it,’ Amenadiel finally says, like it’s no big deal and not at all a truly great honour to be the one uniting Chloe and Lucifer (Chloe and Lucifer!) in the bonds of holy matrimony. ‘But only because I deeply admire your choice of wife.’
‘Well, who else would I choose?’ Lucifer half-jokes back, his eyes twinkling. He downs the rest of his drink, stares out over the city, and releases an unmistakably happy sigh. When he speaks again, his voice is more serious, emotional—warm and smooth with love. ‘You know, there truly is no one I’d rather spend my life with.’
Amenadiel can't help but chuckle at that. ‘Oh, I know, Lucy. We all know.’ He takes a couple of steps closer to his brother, along the railing. ‘In fact, I’m pretty sure you were the last person in the universe to find that out.’
Lucifer looks at him, snorts, and utters that same profane term as he did before. Except this time, the tone it’s spoken in makes it sound almost endearing.
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Wattpad WEBTOON Studios Adapting Webcomics, Ebooks: Gremoryland & More
Wattpad Webtoon Studios has announced that it is developing three new film and TV projects from series on its social storytelling platforms Wattpad and digital comic platform Webtoon. The projects are the WEBTOON series Gremoryland and the Wattpad serialized ebooks Unholy Matrimony and I'm a Gay Wizard.
The studio will also develop Wattpad books Unholy Matrimony (by @xxinlove) and I'm a Gay Wizard (by V.S. Santoni) for TV, with Alyson Weaver Nicholas (Snap's Two Sides) penning the script for the former project, and Price Peterson (The CW's Legacies) adapting the latter.
WEBTOON currently gets more than 20 million reads on its app and online, making it the most-read comics publisher in the world, beating out Marvel and DC readerships. GremoryLand follows six friends who are reunited as the sole visitors of a new horror theme park, promising an experience as unique as it is terrifying. They soon realize that the horrors of the park are not only deadly and related to their pasts but that they must face their individual fears in order to survive.
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