#that must be so sad imagine youre getting arranged marriaged

[faerociousbeast]

HEY????? in my attempts to get with the prince i ended up getting with his fiancee instead what the hell man 😭😭

#fae plays stuff #is there no way to fix this from his end.... vhat da hell.............. #OKAY BC THERES LIKE #IF YOU HANG OUT WITH HIM HE AND THE PRINCESS HES SUPPOSED TO MARRY #its like a few days b4 the wedding cool whatecer #and you get the chance to talk to one of them (theyre both routable presumably) #ive been talking to my friend the prince obviously but thats just repeatedly been getting me the bad end #so i was like hm. ive literally hung out with him All the other times surely itll be fine if i try to end the wedding through his fiancee?? #NOPE #IM WITH HER NOW EVEN AFTER ALL THAT 😭 IM SORRY BRO I DKDNT MEAN TO #that must be so sad imagine youre getting arranged marriaged #and youve been hanging out with your best friend recently and thats making you doubt the marriage #and your friends supportive and says you shouldnt do something you dont want to do #AND THEN HE GETS WITH YOUR EX FIANCEE???? #IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I SWEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!! why is this always happening. To me. #why is it so hard for me to get the routes i want the first time man #if i cant fix misunderstandings in GAMES why would i have Any hope irl

[dunmeshi-darlings]

Hello

Can I request a laios x reader, with the reader as laios ex-fiance, since their arrangements was broken off when he ran away without explanation reader have been sad and mad about it. But then someday laios mother told reader about laios become a new king after defeating a demon, reader decided to go there, because reader want to know why he ran away

I'm sorry if this is difficult to understand, English is not my first language, thank youuu

Oh you got no need to apologize its all ok. i understand what you meant. id be happy to do this. thank you so much for sending an imagine in.

Even though its been many years since laios cut off the arrangement and disappeared you still found yourself getting upset at him. He just cancelled it all and ran off to not be heard from again.

Of course over the years that anger and frustration faded greatly but every so often your mind would wander and you would feel your cheeks heat up at the thought of being abandoned like that. but over all you figure it was probably for the best anyway, you dont mind your life and that touden was always...strange to say the least even if he was a looker.

One day though as you are going about your day when laios mother approaches you, asking if she can come in. You agree and let her inside, despite your feelings about laios you had no bad blood with her. you get the both of you some tea as she starts speaking. "Did you hear about the rise of the golden kingdom?" she asks, you nod and say of course you had. it had been the talk of the entire world ever since it rose up out of the sea, seemingly out of nowhere one day. Apparently some group of adventurers defeated the mad mage and seemed like those rumors about becoming the new leader of it was true. You say casually as you take a sip of some tea. "yeah well apparently Laios was the one that defeated the mage and rules the golden kingdom now." she says so casually causing you to spit all the tea you were drinking out, shouting in confusion you ask her if you heard that right? she nods and explains what she had been told from letters from falin, you knew that falin had stayed in touch with there parents but laios had apparently cut them off a decade ago much to your surprise.

You decide to pay a visit, you feel like you almost HAVE to. you need to know why he just left you like that, why he did what he did all those years ago. It took you a bit to get to the new golden kingdom, laios definitely had travelled a far distance since your last time you saw him. By the time you reach the kingdom a full month has passed, you ask the guards to message the king telling him that "Y/N from his arranged marriage wanted to see him." of course you werent sure he would even respond, i mean why would he. he didnt want to marry you obviously so why should he care about seeing you, especially now that he is a KING of all things. However you were surprised when the guard came back and agreed to take you to the king.

When you entered you saw him sitting on a throne. To his left you see a young elf woman with twin braids beside him, This must have been his royal advisor maybe? you werent sure. However you did notice his sister beside her chatting with her...except she was different, she wasnt a tall man anymore..atleast not fully. you noticed a plume of fluffy white feathers poking out of the opening on her chest and down her arms. It was clear she had been changed by some form of magic.

As you walk closer laios asks if everyone can leave the room for a moment, he wants to talk privately with you as they agree and leave leaving only you and him. "So Y/N, how have things been?" He asks awkwardly, its clear he is uncomftorable and doesnt know what to say. You had thought of the things you would say to him for years now, over and over you had gone over in your head what you were going to say to the man that just up and left you like that. you would be furious and scream, sob and cry, all the words you planned to say just dissapear and all you can say is a single word. "why.."

He sighs as he rubs his neck and begins to explain, He tells you how he had began to despise his parents for how they let falin be treated, and how instead of supporting her and her talents they sent her away to the magic school on a different continent. He had grown to hate his parents (more so his father but he had no fond feelings towards his mother either) even though falin kept in contact with them. He also explained how he never felt comfortable around people, that he had always felt more comfortable around monsters...and that in truth he hated people. Plus he admits he wasnt the richest person in the world so would have been able to give you a proper dowry. All of these together made him feel like he wouldnt have been able to give you the life you deserved, he didnt want you to be stuck with a man that hated everyone around him and hated where he lived and wanted to leave and get as far away as he could. He figured that wasnt fair to you, and he didnt know how to properly convey this and let you down easily so...he ran.

The weight of his words hit you harder than you expected...all this time you thought he just didnt like you or hated you ever, or he didnt care about you at all. All this time you hated him for what he did and that you swore you would get answers one day...but these werent the answers you were expected. It would have been so easy to continue to be mad at him, if he said he just didnt like you or hated you that would have been fine..you expected it at this point, but no...he did this because he didnt want to subject you to a miserable life with him..he knew you would be miserable with him if he had stayed there and he didnt want to put you through that...god this was so much harder than you were expecting. "You know....now that im king of the golden kingdom money isnt an issue..and ive made sure the kingdom is a kind place that treats everyone with kindness." you see him slump down a bit. "and since monsters come nowhere near the kingdom...if you want, we can get to know each other better..and see how we feel about each other then?" he says softly, damn that man he was a looker. you sigh, almost relieved its turned out that way. saying you would like that

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At First Sight

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Requested by @imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl

Summary: Aemond was angry when he heard of the news of his betrothal. He didn't want to marry, especially not someone he assumed to be a spoiled princess who only wanted his name. 

Aemond was absolutely furious. 

His mother would let him marry a princess who isn't even a Targaryen. 

Unheard of!

She must have gone insane!

"It is for the best. Her family has a great reputation and it will ensure a good future for you and for our family." Alicent argued. 

But Aemond didn't want to hear any of it. He was furious.

Every breakable object in his room was now completely destroyed.

No one dared to enter his room. 

He picked up another vase and threw it against the wall. The water in it and the flowers flying everywhere.

"A pureblood prince like me, marrying some Princess from a land... disgusting! How can Mother think this is a good idea?!" there was a knock on his door. "Who is it?!" he yelled, but as his mother came into his room, Aemond sank back into his chair.

"Aemond, throwing a tantrum will not change my or your father's mind. As I have explained, this marriage is important to the family. And it is final."

said Alicent before she left the room. Two servers arrived to clean the room while the Prince headed outside for some fresh air. 

---

Aemond knew you were in the castle.

His bride arrived and he refused to go meet her. 

Like a stubborn child he sat in his room. His mother had to make up an excuse about him wanting it to be a surprise to meet with his bride.

Aemond was still fuming. He couldn't be reasoned with. He knew his duties and he knew he should have expected this to happen, yet he was still extremely against this arranged marriage.

Knowing that tomorrow he would be married to this stranger, to this woman he didn't even want to see... it disgusted him.

You on the other hand were excited.

You heard many great things about House Targaryen, and you were thrilled to be handed to such a prince.

You were sad that upon your arrival, Prince Aemond wasn't present, but his brother was, and he was handsome enough. 

Of course, initially, when your mother informed you of this marriage, you weren't so happy, but you also knew your duties.

And tomorrow, you will be married to Prince Aemond.

---

The next day started off rather hectic. You were washed and dressed for what seemed like hours.

But the servants talked.

They always talked.

And you heard many things about Prince Aegon, and Prince Aemond. Their description of the family wasn't even close to how people saw the family outside the castle.

According to them, Aegon was nothing but a drunk who enjoyed women way too much. To the point where a young servant had to leave the castle. And Aemond was a cold person with only one eye. Aparently both princes were jealous of the other. Aegon wished for his mother's love as much as Aemond wished for the crown. 

As you heard the girls talk, you smirked, because of course they weren't as perfect as they made it out to be! Of course, Queen Alicient played her part.

You weren't sure what a family with Dragons would want from yours though. 

The only thing your Kingdom had were great soldiers, but surely dragons were better.

Your thought was cut short when your dress was finally on. You looked at yourself as one girl put the veil over your face.

"You look lovely Princess!" all of them said and you smiled and thanked them.

---

Aemond stood proud as he awaited his bride.

His anger was still not gone, but he managed to calm himself a little bit.

After his mother introduced him to the King and Queen, Aemond was ready to get this day over with.

Soon, his Princess was standing next to him as you both made your vows.

Aemond now moved to remove your veil and as he lifted it, his eye locked with yours. You had a smile on your face.

The first thought that ran through his head was how absolutely beautiful you were. Your bright smile seems to have filled the room.

He leaned down and placed a quick kiss on the corner of your lips before you were officially pronounced wife and husband.

Aemond's mind was filled with you. Your face, hair, dress, how soft your skin was, how amazing your lips felt against his, as he ran his finger over his lips, he could swear he still felt it.

And just how beautiful your eyes were, he nearly got lost in them for too long.

---

The entire Kingdom celebrated.

Aemond rolled his eyes at his brother who was already drunk. 

Aemond looked around the people, his mother speaking with yours but speaking of who. 

Where were you?

Did you already run away with another man?

No, you weren't the kind. 

Aemond decided to get some fresh air and he headed to the gardens where he knew it would be quiet. 

And to his surprise, after turning a corner, he found you.

Sitting on a bench in your nice dress.

Aemond had to be honest, you were absolutely stunning. 

But then, as you looked up, you noticed him.

"Oh, My Prince. I apologise for disappearing. I am, unfortunately, not a big fan of crowds and loud noises." you stood up as he watched you bow your head.

"I, myself, also came to get some peace and quiet." he admitted as he walked closer to you. "Please, sit down if you wish." and you did, while offering a small smile to him.

"I'm rather nervous, My Prince."

"Why?" Aemond sat down next to you on the stone bench.

"Oh, it's... I found you very charming and handsome." Aemond could see the slight embarrassment on your face.

"I also found you quite beautiful." Aemond surprised himself with his confession. But he didn't regret it.

Because as soon as he saw your eyes light up due to his compliment, a certain warmth filled him.

You smiled and looked away from him, slightly turning in your embarrassment. 

"You are too kind, Prince Aemond." the way you said his name, sent a shiver down his back. It made him feel so powerful yet so weak. He felt like he could fight a thousand battles and win. But he also felt like if you asked him so sweetly to do something, he would do it without hesitation. "I can only imagine how disappointing it is for a Prince of your status to marry someone like me."

"Why would you say that?" he asked rather confused but you still refused to look at him, he could see you playing with your fingers.

"All my family has is... a great coast and good soldiers. I'm no special like a Targaryen Princess. So, I would apologise for the disappointment." 

The words you spoke were the same he thought before he saw you.

Before his eye met yours. 

"I assumed, yesterday you didn't come to meet me and my family was due to your eyepatch, I thought you must have felt like I would be scared. I promise I'm not scared. I have seen worse injuries. But then I realized when the servants were talking that you might feel angry for having to marry me." Aemond stayed quiet but only for a moment as he didn't want to raise your insecurities further.

"I am not one to lie. I was rather angry when my mother told me the news. But then I saw you today, and now believe that I don't deserve an angel like you. You look so pure and kind, while I'm... the exact opposite."

"I don't know you enough to say no to that, I'm afraid. But my mother raised me to become a good wife for someone one day. And now that I'm your wife, I wish to show you love and care. I don't desire a cold marriage." you whispered the last part and it made Aemond grab your shoulder softly and turn you towards him.

Aemond was admittedly lost for words. All he could do was look into your eyes and with a simple kiss to your lips he promised to try his best to become the husband you deserve.

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[written-in-flowers]

Hi, keep up the amazing work, I really love your hotd-posts! I really want to request something fluffy (and a lil angsty?) for Aegon, I just want to read about him being both miserable and happy.

So imagine rumors spreading across the castle after a servant walks into a noblewoman's chambers, only to find Aegon embraced and fast asleep on her chest. It is not exactly helping when Aegon later practically begs his mother to arrange for her hand in marriage. Everyone either assumes it is to protect her honor, although Aegon is not exactly known to respect the dignity of the many women he takes. Perhaps the lady gave the whore prince an unforgettable night unlike any other, what other reason could there be? Turns out nothing dishonorable happened. Aegon just stumbled in tipsy into her chambers, they drank together for a while and Aegon ended up drunkenly crying his heart out and falling asleep in her arms while she comforted him.

I feel like he is so deprived from love that just a crumble of care, love and nurturing is enough to have that man on his knees lol. Thank you so much again for your work and I hope the idea sounds OK <3

A/N: I used young!Aegon because I imagine him having been more vulnerable at that age, but nothing sexual happens anyways. Idk if this is gonna go how you expected, but here you go hun <3

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"Forgive me, Your Grace, but...what?"

Nerves swirled around in your stomach as you sat before the queen. She stood a few feet from you in her gown of green and gold, a golden headband keeping back her tresses of brown curls. A regal queen. A graceful woman. A mother. You knew partly why she'd summoned you to her chambers so early in the morning. It'd been because of the young prince, Aegon.

"My son, the prince," she said more firmly, "He wishes to marry you instead of his sister. Why is that?"

You nearly told her 'You answered your own question, Your Grace,' but quickly held your tongue in. You'd done enough damage letting the boy climb into your bed. You wouldn't do yourself any favors insulting the royal family on top of that. Sighing, you answered:

"I suppose because he thinks himself in love with me."

Queen Alicent huffed, "And why would he? Did you give my incorrigible son a night he'd never forget?"

"In a sense, I suppose."

"Lady Y/N," she stepped forward, "If my son...If my son forced himself on you, you may tell me. Whatever transgressions or shame my son has brought onto you will stay within this room. Do not feel you have to hide anything."

"I am not, Your Grace," you nearly laughed. "Prince Aegon never touched me. I swear by all the gods, he did not."

"Then what happened?"

"Well...He'd come into my chambers after the welcoming feast. I saw him stumbling around and looking a bit lost. He...He fell onto my bed. I planned to go tell his guards, but nobody was there. But then..." you weren't sure if you should tell her. It'll be frankly, quite awkward, if you did.

"But then what?"

“He called me ‘Mother’.”

She appeared stunned by this. You continued, “I told him I wasn’t his mother, obviously, but that I’d have someone go get you so you may take care of him. Then he said...He said not to bother. He said that his mother didn’t love him anyways, and that wouldn’t care what happened to him anyways.”

It was quite sad. You’d stood there in your bed chamber, preparing for a night’s sleep, when your door opened. You thought it’d be your handmaiden with tea or one of your household, but no. It’d been the young prince who came sauntering into your chambers. Knowing his reputation, a pang of shock did hit you for a moment. You’d heard what he does to women and girls in his service, and you worried you might be next. Yet, instead the prince slumped down onto your bed. 

‘I can’t find my room in this damnable castle,’ he’d exclaimed. ‘May I stay here, Mother?’

‘My prince, you must leave. Your mother’s chambers are just down the hall-”

‘Ah, she doesn’t care anyways. She’ll just scold me for being drunk, tell me how I’m ruining the family image and reputation by carrying on how I do, and I don’t...I don’t want to hear it tonight.’

You pitied him. Perhaps the boy hoped to escape his princely duties in his cups instead of performing them. You’d seen how he was during Lady Laena’s funeral this morning: bored, indifferent and disinterested. Admittedly, you felt the same, but didn’t show it as blatantly. You’d only been invited because your family is one of the minor bannermen to House Velaryon; your family said it was expected. You hardly knew Lady Laena except in passing at gatherings, but you still paid your condolences and remained respectful. It was unbefitting a prince to get drunk at a gathering of a dead relative and make a fool of himself. It was even more unbefitting for him to be passing out on a lady’s bed in the middle of the night. 

‘I’m sure your mother cares deeply, my prince.’

‘I assure you, my lady, she does not. She’s made it clear on many occasions what a disappointment I am to her and my father. The man has had sixteen years to name me heir, and he never has. Why? Because, look at me. I’m...this...’ he gestured idly around, face half buried in your pillow. 

You’d gone over to him, making sure to keep your distance the entire time. He smell of strongwine and salty air. He didn’t even remove his cloak from his body when he laid down. You pushed strands of wavy blond hair from his face. It appeared quite unruly compared to the sleek blond locks of the rest of the Targaryen clan. 

‘Despite what she might say, your mother still loves you. A mother’s love is something that is unconditional. I’m sure she says those things not to hurt or criticize you, but you try helping you see the error of your ways. She is only helping you so you don’t fail in life; yes, there is the matter of your image and having to uphold your family’s reputation, but those are things that greatly impact a person’s life unfortunately.’

‘It’s all she cares about...because of Them...She’s never once asked me what I desire or care about. Nothing I’ve done has ever been enough for her. It never will be. I’m always doing something wrong in her eyes. No matter what it is.’ 

You’d spent most of the night listening to the prince’s personal problems; the sort of problems a sober person never says out loud. You weren’t sure what exactly to say other than comforting things. Your heart went out to him. You had your own insecurities and problems, which you felt comfortable airing out to him. Considering how he could barely stand without falling, you allowed him to stay in your room. You helped him out of his cloak and boots, gave him water, and let him lay in your arms. It felt nice having someone to hold, and warm your cold bed. Nothing truly transpired between either of you except long talks about parents, duties, insecurities, and uncertainty of life. He told you about his betrothal to his sister, whom he had nothing in common with and did not want to marry. You told him about the lordling your family has promised you to, who once ate butter thinking it was custard. It never occurred to you that you, an unwed woman, should not let Prince Aegon, an unwed man who is known to take what he pleases, be in your bed. 

That is, until the next morning when your maid found Prince Aegon passed out beside you. You’d stammered the story to her, but the damage was done. Aegon shuffled out of your room, clothes and hair still messy, talking about how he’d make her see reason. What he said to her, you’re not sure, but you knew now what claim he’d made. 

“He said this to you?” she asked, stunned and saddened. 

“I’m afraid so, Your Grace. He did not linger on the subject for long, though. He was drunk. I’m sure it was the strongwine talking.” 

You wouldn’t tell her what else he’d said. Those words were between you and Aegon. “My son told me something interesting, Lady Y/N.”

“Your Grace?”

“He bargained for the betrothal,” she said, eyeing you up and down. “He said if I broke off his betrothal to Helaena, he’d stop drinking. He said he’d stop drinking, stop whoring, stop shirking his duties and be what the realm expects him to be. He said he couldn’t see himself being a better man without someone who makes him want to be good in the first place.” 

“And what did you say, Your Grace?”

“I told him I’d consider it.” She stepped closer to you, “Tell me, Lady Y/N, if my son marries you, would you help him become his best? Your family is well known for their piety and abstinence. Your parents wouldn’t agree to a match if Aegon continued to be as he is.” 

‘To be honest, Your Grace, I hardly knew Aegon before last night. I still do not truly know him, but I can see him.”

“Him?”

“The person inside.”

The boy who wants to be held and told that he’s loved no matter his actions. The boy who drowns his misery with wine. 

“I cannot promise to change him overnight, Your Grace. People like your son cannot give up their vices right away, but I will be there for him. I shall be there in his lowest moments to lift him up and hold his hand through the most difficult parts. As his wife, I will perform the duties expected of me and more."

The Queen continued studying you for a moment, then nodded quietly. "The King and I will think on this. You may go now, Lady Y/N."

You bowed to her and let her lady escort you out. Nervousness made you walk on shaky legs despite your best to keep a steady stride. Neither of you did anything wrong. You'd only comforted the prince when he needed it. Had he truly said he'd change if he married you? You doubted that. Boys often say ridiculous things when in the euphoria of infatuation. You're sure Her Grace would see that and deny the marriage. You don't have to worry much.

...But, should she allow it, being queen wouldn't be so bad. Influencing Aegon to change can lead to you influencing him to do other things as well. Such as bending laws to your family's benefit or getting them higher positions in the world. It might not be bad at all.

Perhaps you would give Aegon a special night time visit...

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[rose-riot-johnson]

Hello my Tumblr Peeps... For this fanfic I will be writing about the Stone Hashira Gyomei Himejima, who will be the staring character for this fanfic, I'm writing 🪨💪😃

*This fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs and may contain plenty of pronouns in 1 or more paragraphs😅

🪨Getting Married To The Stone Hashira Through An Arranged Marriage🪨((Demon Slayer, aka, Kimestu no Yaiba) Gyomei Himejima x afab (assigned female at birth) They/Them Reader)

Genres: Angst, Possible Comfort, and Fluff (Warning⚠️: Bullying (atleast mentions of it), Mentions of murder (and possibly other forms of death), and Manga spoiler(s))

Eversince you were a child, you could never be your true self nor had sight of your true self. Any hobbies you enjoyed either your family isn't interested in or hated your hobbies, then they turn around to force their hobbies on you, as if they believe you have no boundaries with them. You also do all of the chores in the house, which they either complain, or never give you any credit, or one or more other members in your family take all of the credit, or they make you do more chores all by yourself with unrealistic expectations.

To make matters worse, the people in your village, even the children around your age, would either hide from you, or shun you, or judge you, or poke fun at you, because of the reader was born with (up to reader's imagination on anything the reader is born with). The villagers had also took advantage of your obedience, which will always lead you to either getting in trouble, or nearly killed, or realizing you were deceived when it's too late. The villagers even mentioned in a mean way about using you as a sacrifice, if any demons ever come to terrorize the village, you were living in.

The other thing is, you were born as a female, however eversince you were little, you knew you had pronouns are different than being born female somehow. The problem is you were afraid to come out with your pronouns, due to how your family is and knowing what the villagers are capable of. So, you had a hard time trusting anyone, because of those reasons, which is why you keeps everything to yourself.

As the years went by and you're now an adult , your parents discussed with you about an arranged marriage they kind of set up for you. Deep down, you were worried that things will be a repeat with this arranged marriage alot, like things we're on repeat almost everyday with your family, or the villagers, or both, however at the same time you also deep down felt like depending on this person you were supposed to be arranged to marry, your life definitely couldn't get much worse than it already had been with your family and the villagers making your life miserable, as it is, anyways. You just secretly ended up having mixed feelings (excited and happy, however scared and nervous, at the same time) about your arranged marriage your parents set up for you.

When the day you will get to meet the man your parents set you up with for your arranged marriage finally came, your parents took you to a bridge, so you can finally meet the man your parents are about to have you marry. It was afternoon when you finally met the man your parents set you up with for your arranged marriage, you noticed his eyes were somehow strange, however kind at the same time, his face looking sad or teary eyed, had dark hair, a form of a red necklace, a scar across his forehead, and with different clothes than what you usually see with anyone else. The man introduced himself and said, "So, this must be the one, I will marry... My name is, Gyomei Himejima... I'm the man who will marry you... What's your name?". You then replied, "My name is, (afab they/them reader name sir)...", knowing what intentions your parents have with the arranged marriage they set up for you, while not knowing the man's intentions were with marrying you. Your parents were happy to give you away for the arranged marriage.

Once the day of your wedding has come, this was the first time you heard most everyone (mainly your family and the villagers) cheer for anything good that happened to you. You just low-key know that it's only because they're happy they won't have to see you anymore after that day and you felt the same about them for how they treated you for atleast most of your life. As both you and Gyomei said your and his "I dos", your vows, you came up with and the vows he said that seemingly came from his soul, the both of you the kissed eachother.

After the wedding you walked with Gyomei to his place since you will be living with him now. He then said, "You definitely will be in a safe place now, (afab they/them reader name)... You see, I have overheard the people in your village saying mean stuff to you and about you and how they have been treating you for so many years, just because you were born with (up to reader's imagination on anything the reader is born with)... So, I came up with a way to rescue you, once I somehow bumped into your parents... No one ever knew my true intentions... Your parents did nothing, but complain about you about you, which the way they sounded, they don't seem nice to you... I played along and offer an arranged marriage for you inorder for them to not see you again, which I figured it would be something everyone might agree to without getting you in harms way... I didn't do this out of pity... I did this from the bottom of my heart for you... You may not know me in anyway... Maybe we will get to know eachother more, my spouse...". You were surprised to hear him say this to you and the fact he wanted you to have a better life than you did when you were living in the village you used to live in. For what he said to you, has gotten you to trust him a little bit.

When you got to his place, the inside of his place looked very nice and was the most beautiful place you had ever seen. "You can take a look around... It's okay, (afab they/them reader name)...", Gyomei encouraged. You then looked around the whole place, especially the bedroom he will be sharing with you. The blanket and the pillows even looked very pretty and feel very comfy, as you gave him a surprised look, trying to get used to anyone ever being very kind to you, the way he has been kind to you.

Gyomei then asked, "I know you're born female and all, however are there any specific pronouns you would like to have me go by, (afab they/them reader name)?". You were amazed that anyone has ever asked you about your pronouns, as you then answered, "Ofcourse, Gyomei... I'm surprised anyone has asked me this. I was born female, however I knew I had pronouns that aren't exactly female nor a male honestly. I honestly am not sure how to describe it, honestly... The problem with my pronouns is that I was very timid to come out to anyone about this, because of how your family is and knowing what the villagers treated me. I just ended up having trouble trusting anyone for a very long time. So I kept that to myself fearing, my family and the other villagers would treat me much worse than they already have, especially on how conservative they are in general, sadly. Infact I just fear being myself, because of how I was treated in the first place, so I felt forced to pretend to be not be anything that I am and hold how I feel about anything in... Thank you for your warm welcome and care, Gyomei...". He then walked over to hug before replying, "You're very welcome, my kind soul... And shall I go by they/them for your pronouns then? I figured I'd ask before I do use they/them pronouns, because from what I'm understanding, I feel that you're pronouns might be they/them.". "Ofcourse, you can... I never really thought of they/them pronouns before and I have a feeling that they/them pronouns will work for me...", you replied back, as you held his hands.

Gyomei then opens up to you about his life, especially about the fact his eyes are the way they are due to when he was a child he became blind from a fever he had and taking care of the orphan children which unfortunately majority of the children were killed by a demon, while only one orhan named Sayo survived the attack, then unfortunately he (Gyomei) was imprisoned by mistake, and other parts of his life on how he eventually became a Hashira, while he explained what a Demon Slayer is and what a Hashira is. You were shocked he told you about what happened with his life and now you understand more about his intentions on why he rescued you with an arranged marriage his convinced your parents about. "Maybe tomorrow, I can start showing you off to the Demon Slayer Corps, starting with taking you to the Butterfly Mansion... I'm sure you will definitely have a warm welcome from everyone at the Butterfly Mansion, especially the Insect Hashira, Shinobu... Not just because you're my spouse... With your kind soul I think alot of the people through the Demon Slayer Corps will like you, especially if you be yourself.", He happily mentioned to you, as he continued to hold you, until you fall asleep. He then set you underneath the blanket and tucked you in before he went underneath the same blanket he had you underneath, proceeding to cuddle you without waking you up, until he fell into a deep peaceful sleep.

🪨The End🪨

This is another fanfic that took me a long time to complete, anyways I hope you enjoyed this Gyomei fanfic, my Tumblr Peeps💪🪨😃👍 I really wanted to write a fanfic about him and a fanfic pertaining arranged marriage, so I figured why not write about both, while I wanted to work on an arranged marriage and have Gyomei Himejima have good intentions pertaining the arranged marriage😁👍 I just feel the situation that the reader would be in would fit Gyomei, atleast well😃👍So, hopefully reading this Gyomei Himejima fanfic will make your day and/or night🌞☀️🌕🌝😁👍

#rose riot johnson #rose riot writings #fanfic written by rose riot johnson #gyomei himejima #gyomei x reader #gyomei x y/n #himejima gyomei #kny gyomei #gyomei imagines #demon slayer gyomei #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer imagine #demon slayer

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Fallout (spoilers!)

@bourbonthesecond: The new Fallout show has canon incest. The lead has been fooling around with her cousin but breaks it off for an arranged marriage. It's apparently enough of a feature in Vault life that they have laws against it but it seems to be fairly culturally accepted. He's heartbroken and rebounds with her best friend.

Anon:  I imagine you must have gotten a number of asks about this by now but!! I just watched the Fallout show with my partners and I'm not over the canonical cousin-incest that takes place in Vault 33 lmao. Episode 1 has characters casually talking about fooling around with their cousins as kids (before moving on to "real" relationships for the sake of procreation), and the protagonist's cousin is openly in love with her. She turns him down, but to me they felt like that had more chemistry than she did with her actual love interest lol.

I really enjoyed Fallout (a couple things about it make me scratch my head but I enjoyed the ride either way) and I’ve seen it twice now. 

It’s clear that, at least in Vault 33, fooling around with your cousin is no big deal. I’m not familiar with the games, so help me out here if you know for sure, but the vaults seem to have 100-200 people if they’re full. While I can see how that would lend itself to cousins fooling around, from lack of selection, it’s also not like there wasn’t anyone else she could be with. 

Lucy states that her reproductive organs are intact and she maintains good hygiene, but she hasn’t been able to find a suitable marriage partner in their vault. 

So, except for Chet being her cousin, and she agrees that cousins shouldn’t have children together, she considers him a suitable marriage partner. (Given their limited gene pool, cousins really shouldn’t be having children together in that context, probably. But how long before they’re all cousins anyway? Maybe it’s a pointless delaying of the inevitable.)

She tells her friend Steph that after ten years of “cousin stuff”, she’s ready for the real thing. It’s unclear if she and Chet were having sex, it kind of sounds like they weren’t doing the kind of stuff that could have gotten her pregnant. But ten years! That’s a long time. 

This whole thing was a little strange, because it’s played for laughs, but there’s just a little more to it than that. Chet is in love with Lucy, it wasn’t just fooling around for him. And Lucy says that everyone knows he’s in love with her. No one cares about that either, but they all follow the rule that she and Chet can’t marry. So that was interesting point #1. Interesting point #2 is that Chet is one of the main characters in the Vault 33. He’s secondary character overall. He could have easily just been a throw away character never mentioned again. Interesting point #3 is that Chet being in love with Lucy gets mentioned again, a couple of episodes later. In a rather sad way, when Norm suggests that Chet came with him to investigate Vault 32 because he’s still in love with Lucy and being with Norm reminds him of Lucy. It’s like, ok, make me cry. Why is this so sad!

While it isn’t discussed explicitly after that, it’s pretty clear that Chet isn’t happy with Steph. For more than one reason, but probably mainly because he’s still in love with Lucy. 

I assume, given the circumstances, that Chet is the maternal cousin of Lucy and Norm. While Chet and Norm spent quite a few scenes together, I didn’t like that they never referenced that they were cousins, too. This is a tangent, but when Chet was sent to live in Vault 32, Norm called him a coward instead of being like, “Bye, Cousin. I’ll miss you!” But I think he was just bad at showing that he felt abandoned and that now he would be alone with all of his questions. But what I’m really getting at is that Norm had lost his mother, his father, and Lucy, and then his cousin gets sent to live in the other vault and they’ll only see each other every three years, if even. 

I also wanted to note that Norm calls Chet a coward, which was really hypocritical since we know Norm feels guilty about hiding during the big fight, but which also isn’t fair because when Lucy wanted to go to the surface, Chet wanted to go with her and she had to drug him to stop him. 

I really can’t believe that the show has a tortured canon cousins relationship, with sympathetic unrequited love and the two of them forbidden from marrying. 

While of course Lucy has a canon love interest on the surface and likely won’t be back to Vault 33 anytime soon, it is kind of fun that her arranged marriage, her “real thing” ended up being a man who tried to kill her. It’s like, Chet is looking pretty good right now, isn’t he? 

#fallout #lucy x chet #first cousins #canon #first post #asks #nr #chet and lucy

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Could you maybe do a longer list of dally headcanons just in general of dating him long term? 💗💗

A/N: Your wish is my command Nonny <3 I don’t know if I really like how these came out? I feel like I could do more but I don’t know what else to do- hope you guys enjoy!

Long-term dating headcanons, huh?

To start, let’s sort out what we’re gonna qualify as long-term-

I am a firm believer that before you, Dally’s longest relationship was definitely Sylvia? 

I feel like they had one of those on-again, off-again sort of relationships, y’know?

I’m talking like Dal and Sylvia were breaking up like every two weeks for the dumbest reasons imaginable-

So, for that reason, anything over a two-week relationship is long-term by Dallas standards

But for the sake of these headcanons, and the sake of the fluffy content I know y’all want, I’m gonna act as if long-term in this scenario is the normal long-term standards

A quick google, because I’m a clueless ace here who knows almost nothing about real relationships, says that a long-term is like somewhere between two or three years?

So we’re gonna do use that as a baseline and then all of the time after that-

Without further ado: Long-Term Relationship Headcanons With One Dallas T. Winston™

I’m gonna be honest here guys, I don’t ever see Dallas Winston being into marriage-

Like? I just don’t see him as a husband type

I just can’t see him sitting through the semantics of wedding planning, no matter how much he loves you

Be honest with yourself guys, can you really see Dallas sitting through flower arrangements and cake tastings?

If you’re just his partner/girlfriend/boyfriend, that’s totally cool with him, he just wants you to be his and no one else’s

That being said, he’s gonna treat his medal and ring like they’re some sort of engagement jewelry?

He’d probably be a little more hesitant to hand them over to you after what went down with Sylvia, so as soon as he offers them up to you, the relationship is gonna last man

But like-

If the situation calls for it, Dally won’t hesitate to refer to you as his husband/wife/partner so that he can have a little more power

Example: you get jumped pretty badly and get taken to the hospital, only immediate family and spouses are allowed back to your room

Dally won’t even blink as he firmly states that he is your husband and must be allowed to see you at once

I’m getting the vibe that you guys would definitely end up finding a place of your own eventually?

Like, you might crash with him at Buck’s place for a while, but ultimately I can see Dally wanting a place that’s just yours and his

It’s gonna be some sort of small apartment maybe? A little place, maybe a townhouse sort of vibe but it’s gonna be yours, something you have together and that’s the important part

Alsooooo, I may upset people with this? But I don’t see Dally being into the idea of having too many kids-

Like I think you could convince him for one? But that’s about the limit, anything else is really pushing your luck guys

It’s mostly because he struggles with the idea of being a dad?

Dal’s never really had a solid father figure y’know, other than Mr. Curtis I guess-

His old man is a piece of trash and Buck was more of an older brother so he’s never really had a good experience with a father figure

So, I guess, I’m trying to say that he’s afraid of turning into his old man, he thinks that’s all he really knows and thinks it’s inevitable 

I know, I know, that’s sad and I’m sorry

But I think it plays an important role here in the Long-Term Relationship Headcanons With One Dallas T. Winston™

This is kind of related but also really random, I can totally see him getting a dog (or a cat, though it might take some convincing) and he’ll refer to it as your baby or your kid

I have a feeling Dal wouldn’t have a problem raising a pet with you <3

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders x reader #dillo’s writing #dallas winston #dallas winston x reader

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Hi, if you’re okay with requests could you do anything for Helaena x Daemon’s child reader?

OKAY i was loving where this was going and then mid-way through it i realized i had messed up the timelines so for the sake of this little blurb you have to imagine that alicent is way older than Rhaenyra and that alicent's kids are closer to rhaenyra in age because i wrote this around rhaenyra and laenor's wedding lol

Your father's failed marriage to your mother had only produced one living heir: You. The sad union between Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce. You hardly knew your father, growing up in the Vale with your mother, as a child you had asked her about him. You knew how important the Targaryen name was, you had read about it in books with your septa and every once in a while a passing bard would sing a song about dragons for a coin. Yet, you didn't see your father often, he had never taken you riding on dragonback or gifted you a dragon egg. You didn't look like him and even as a child you couldn't help to wonder if that had to do with your father's cold treatment, truthfully you didn't feel like a Targaryen at all, it didn't feel right to wear the house colors or claim your blood from old valyria. So for the most part you didn't. You thought of yourself as a Royce rather than a Targaryen and you grew to be content with that.

Until your mother died. 

The day your mother died was grim and unforgiving, she had left early in the morning on a hunt only to fall from her horse and snap her neck. The thought of her neck breaking sent a shiver up your back. There had been tears at the funeral but also anger, you could sense your uncle's wrath, you worried but your septa assured you: "Grief makes horrible things out of men, child, you must be strong and face the Stranger bravely" and so you did, you stood by your mother's casket, forehead high and proud, even when people commented of your father's absence.

Your father didn't show up at the funeral, and he didn't either for six days, on the seventh day he landed his dragon at the gates of Runestones and called for you. Your heart fluttered with hope, you thought that maybe your mother's untimely end had made your father reconsider his behavior, finally caring about his only child, but you were wrong he was here to take you to King's Landing. 

"Father, I'm not sure that's the best idea… Moth-" You shook your head, you were not going to speak of your mother with him. "Runestone is restless, we need to stay here and deal with it… Why don't you come back here?" You asked him hopefully, it was true, with your mother's passing you and your uncle were left to set any dispute or arrangement between the lords and ladies from half the vale, having your father by your side was something you didn't know you needed until now. He shook his head. 

"Your uncle can deal with any thieving lord and hag of a lady just fine by himself, I need you in King's Landing with me… There is a wedding to be held, your cousin Rhaenyra is getting married and we're not turning down the invitation." He explained. You frowned, you had never seen your cousin Rhaenyra or her siblings in your life, you had been told the King met you when you were a baby but that was all of the contact you had ever had with your family. 

"Father, I don't think that's in the best interests-" He rolled his eyes and spoke before you could finish.  

"Of who? Your uncle? Because he can't get his hands on you and manipulate you to run Runestone on your behalf?" You were taken aback for his comment, your uncle was a good man and he was more than ready to prepare you to rule. 

"He would never-"

"But he would. Why do you think I stayed away from this place for so long?" He got closer to you, grabbing your hand in his. "You're my only child and I'm asking you to come with me to King's Landing, our true home… and not this shit hole of a place." He sounded mocking and hateful when he spoke of the Vale and it broke your heart, still he was your father and even if he was asking you didn't have much choice in the matter.

-

Your departure from the Vale was quick, your uncle tried talking Daemon out of it but he simply ignored him, before you left your uncle promised you he was going to do everything in his power for you to come back to Runestone unharmed. 

The dragonride was scary, Daemon didn't allow you much time to get acclimated to the beast before setting you on top of it. Caraxes was his name, he was red and bigger than anything you'd ever seen. The wind felt cold against your skin and your knuckles were white from how hard you were gripping its ropes. Your father only laughed, loud and from his chest. 

"You will learn to love dragons," He yelled for you to hear him. "You are a Targaryen after all" You felt nausea on your throat and had to use most of your focus on not getting sick on top of Caraxes, praying for the ride to go quicker. 

King's Landing was scary and big and full of people, nothing compared to the vale, it made you feel small like a little child holding onto Daemon's sleeve. The capital was packed with lords and ladies, coming from all parts of the Kingdom for the wedding. 

You found it odd when your father took you to a huge white house instead of the Red Keep, truly you didn't know much about the royal's lifestyle in King's Landing but you had assumed your father resided there, he left you under the care of a woman. She had black hair and an accent, her name was Mysaria and said to own the house. 

Mysaria's presence was cold and distant, yet he prepared you for the wedding, your father had to get you a dress and jewels that were according to the event, red and black, you frowned, you were used to wearing bronze. By the time you were done Mysaria commented on your beauty, she was a beautiful woman herself, but dread still held your throat closed, you didn't have it on you to please small courtesies from Ladies. You smiled, a plain smile that quickly dropped. 

-

The Red Keep was imposing and bigger than any other castle you had ever seen, the inner yards filled with lords and ladies. You gripped your father's arm as you felt everybody's eyes on you, you could see them whispering among each other, judging and pointing at you two. You looked up at Daemon trying to find and answer but he kept his gaze up and proud. The doors to the main hall opened and when the guards announced your presence the room seemed to freeze for a second. You wondered how welcomed you were at this place, you walked next to your father while he smiled, a bragging smile. You both made your way to the high table, standing in front of the King and Princess Rhaenyra. 

"Brother," Daemon announced. "This is my daughter, I thought it was time for the whole family to be reunited, what better chance to do so than Rhaenyra's wedding." He kept his eyes fixed on Rhaenyra, hypnotized by her. The king made a face and followed it with a polite smile. "I'm glad you're here, Daemon," He looked at you. "You have grown into a beautiful Lady, dear niece." King Viserys said. Rhaenyra made a small noise on the back of her throat that drew the attention back to her. 

"Um… I've heard about your Lady wife, uncle, I'm sorry to hear… If there is anything we can do–" 

"Oh yes, what a tragedy." Your father cut her and it made your blood boil, you saw Rhaenyra shift her eyes from him to you, mouthing a small "Sorry." in your direction, you nodded and found your sit, you didn't need to hear more of this conversation. 

You sat bitterly by yourself, watching your father flirt with half of the Ladies of the court, including your cousin Rhaenyra. Your food remained untouched on your plate, you wanted to go home, this was a mockery to your late mother and your own blood, you didn't belong here. 

At some point when dancing had begun you sneaked off from the hall, decided to explore the Red Keep by yourself, you walked among the long corridors angry and muttering to yourself when you heard some voices coming from around the corner. 

"Ew, Helaena put that down," It was a young man's voice, he sounded whiney and maybe drunk. "Helaena! I'm warning you… Keep that away from me." A small giggle followed it, it sounded like a young girl, Helaena probably. 

"It is not dangerous, Aegon, it has no poison." 

You rounded the corner to watch the scene, two silver haired royals were playing around, the girl was holding a dark green spider half the size of her palm while the young man acted disgusted trying to stay away from it, that erupted another giggle from Helaena, even if that wasn't his intention. Her giggles were contagious and you found yourself smiling at them.

"I will tell mother if–" The young man, Aegon, became aware of your presence. "...Yes?" He said, raising a silver colored eyebrow in your direction, suddenly you felt on the spot.

"Um… Hello," It was obvious this was your family, their valyrian features were a dead giveaway. "I came here with Prince Daemon… I'm– I'm his daughter." The sentence rolled in your tongue uncomfortably, you weren't used to speaking of your father let alone introduce yourself as his daughter, generally one look at you and your bronze armor was enough for people to know you were a Rhoyce but here you had to be reminded you were a Targaryen.  

"Daemon is here? I thought the king had vanished him all those years ago?" Aegon said with a scoff, taking a swing from his cup. Helaena was crouched down on the floor, her hands one over the other, holding the spider between them. The hall light was dimmed, illuminated only by small flames along the walls, the shadows made Helaena look like an angel, bright among them. Her hair was braided and her dress was a light color, everything about her reminded you of light. 

"Whatever," Aegon said at your lack of answer. "I'm going to find a creature with long legs for myself." He added, walking past you in the direction of the gathering. 

"It won't sting if you treat it kindly." Helaena commented under her breath and lifted herself, her hands in front of you presenting the spider to you. You were used to bugs, the vale had all sorts, but generally you would squeeze them under your boot instead of treating them like pets.

"I see." You said, your hands stiff against your sides, unsure of touching the green insect. 

"Here," She said, grabbing your hand quickly and letting the spider crawl onto your palm, you gasped. "See? Nothing to be scared of." Your mouth pressed into a line, unsure of what to do. Helaena's hand was still under yours and she was staring at you, waiting for a reaction. 

"I guess so." You said.

"You seem troubled." Helaena said, she was giving you a puzzling look. You opened your mouth to apologize, it wasn't the spider what was causing you trouble but she spoke before you could. 

"I just… I've never been to King's Landing." You offered as an explanation and she hummed softly. At her lack of response you found yourself filling in the blanks. "I mean, my father… I've never been close to him and now he shows up and takes me away from what I'm used to… I think I'm exhausted." 

"Is not the green but the red and black, isn't it?" She said, her fingers now on your palm, allowing the spider to crawl into hers. Red and black, was it so easy to tell? 

Helaena finally put the spider down, letting it crawl into the small cracks of the Red Keep.

"Back to her family." She said, "Her home." You found yourself staring at the small hole the spider had gone into and sighed. "I don't like big crowds, too many people, too loud." Halaena said and catched your attention. "Come," She offered you a hand. "My chambers are this way." You followed her without a question, a small urge to follow her anywhere bubbling under your skin, fascinated by the way her pearly silver hair waved behind her back, she reminded you of moonshine.

Since then your days were spent in the company of Helaena, she was a guiding hand for you in King's Landing, teaching you what you needed to know and sharing small secrets with you. Her bug collection and even her own fascination with dragons, every once in a while you two would sneak into the dragonpit, she would take you down the confusing rock corridors until you found her. Dreamfyre, Helaena's favorite, the sight of the beast would often make you tremble but Halaena was quick to comfort you. You knew she was to claim the dragon soon and she would often promise to take you on rides, assuring you she would take flight softly to not scare you, in exchange you convinced her you would teach her how to use a bow. 

You often thought about what your father had said and he was right, you would learn to love dragons.

#house of the dragon #helaena targaryen #helaena x reader #hotd fanfic

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Shikamaru Imagine: Arranged Marriage (pt4)

Shikamaru imagine: Arranged marriage pt 4

(pt1) (pt5)

The up coming weeks have been dwindling on you. Shikamaru has been nothing but nice, even a friend in a sense. You both where being dragged from meetings to wedding appointments. You two only found peace in one another.

You couldn’t imagine how tried and stressed Shikamaru must have been. He still had his duties as the Nara clan leader as well as his job as a Shinobi. All you wanted was one night without anyone to bother you.

“What are you still doing up?” Shikamaru voice echoed through the garden. He had made a habit of checking up in your every night in your room. Most nights you’d either be deep asleep or in garden.

“I can ask the same of you.” You said not even turning back to him. He smiled joining you in the grass looking up at the dark sky and the small slither of the moon.

“The moon was speaking?” He teased making you elbow him lightly for disturbing your peace.

“I have a lot on my mind, I can not sleep.” You whispered rubbing your hands over your eyes. All Shikamaru could do was watch you. It was weird but his heart seemed to pick up speed when he was with you. He has gotten quit used to you being here with him all the time. And he was not blind to your beauty. 

He’s almost used to you. You where a strange princess he could admit that. He could never predict what you’ll say next or what’ll you’ll do. He really couldn’t get used to how comfortable you seemed even around him with only a silky sheer night gown where he lace teased him at your upper thigh. He guessed you weren’t used to being around men other then the moon guards and priest. You probably never experienced the lust of a man, or there wondering eyes. You had no shame because you knew nothing of what your body really stirred up.

“Let’s go inside it’s cold.” Shikamaru said as he turned away blushing. He didn’t mean to look at your rounded cleavage, and he really didn’t mean to notice the harden nipples so easily poking through.

“I suppose.” you said with a yawn watching as the shadow ninja stood up before pulling you up effortlessly. You also noticed how fast he pulled his hands away from you as if he touched something smoldering hot. you gave him a confused look but did not bother to question his strange behavior. 

“What’s that?” You asked as you walked in and noticed a huge basket with flowers and gifts.

“Early wedding gifts, those are from Sakura’s family. The cherry blossom only blooms once a year and they make a very special Sakura soju.” Shikamaru said not evening having to look at the card to know who’s it’s from.

“What’s that?” You asked walking right up to him to look over his shoulder. He seemed to strain at your closeness. He guessed since you weren’t around people most of the time, you really didn’t know what personal space was. And yet he didn’t seem to mind as your rose like scent had him in a trance.

“It’s liquor.” He stated turning to put a few more inches of space between you. 

“Okay.” You stated still not understanding.

“You drink it to have fun, or have a special event like a birthday, or a wedding. Something to celebrate.” Shikamaru said not sure how to explain this. He thought he was one of the smartest but around you, he almost felt like a dumb brainless boy. You had this effect on him that he couldn’t quit figure out.

“For what?” You asked as you bent over the table looking at the things in the basket. Shikamaru took in a breath as he did his best to avoid his gaze. 

“It makes you... lose? It give you this feeling, almost like being on a cloud.” He stated rubbing the back of his neck.

“I want to try it.” You said taking the bottle looking at it. 

“I don’t think so.” He said not sure if this was a good idea or not. You haven’t done much in your life locked away. He felt bad for you, no he felt sad that you didn’t get to experience life. 

“Please?” You asked looking up at him with big eyes. Shikamaru sighed knowing he wasn’t going to win against this. He could hardly say no to you, and he wasn’t sure why not. 

“I will get some cups and meet you on the back deck.” He sighed as you watched you jump a little in excitement before making your way to your favorite spot outside.

Shikamaru pour two glasses as he sat down next to you. He sat leaning against one of the columns as you sat right next to him, legs folded under you. He clicked his glasses against yours before drowning the drink in one go. 

He couldn’t help but feel nervous under your stare. It was those huge moon like eyes that stared through him. He swore you where able to see his soul. Everything about him, all the good as well as all the bad. 

“Here.” He sighed with a chuckle before his hand held on to yours and guided the cup to your lips. Your nose crinkled under the smell before taking down the strange drink. 

“Ew” You said as you where not expecting the strong taste.

“People drink this for fun?” You asked him as he refilled the cups. 

“You learn to enjoy the taste, This Soju is pretty sweet.” He said before taking another drink.

Hours later, a few more drinks in Shikamura was laughing as you laid your head in his lap. You both where where pretty tipsy, but not drunk. Shikamaru could not help was watch your every move. How your eyes sparkled when you looked at him. Or how your cheeks where blushed pink. Or how whenever you touched him, he felt sparks spread across his skin. 

“Shikamaru?” You asked your eyes still staring to the sky. 

“hmm?” He asked lazily as he slowly ran his hand through your hair. 

“Have you ever felt love?” You asked making him chocked at your question. 

“Well, My mothers love, my fathers love.” He stated not sure where this was going. Where your trying to ask him about Temari?

“How does love feel like?.” You asked looking up at him. It was something that was haunting you for the last few weeks.

“It feels... like a rush of everything over flowing you. Like your sense don’t make any sense anymore. That person is the one you always want to see, always the first thing on your mind when you wake up and last thing you think about before going to sleep. When your with them everything just falls into place and every emotion is on over drive. When you get mad, it’s like the angriest you ever felt. Or when your happy, your so happy. But that comes with lows, when your sad... It’s miserable.” He said his eyes still not leaving yours. 

“It must be nice.” You whispered looking away from the Nara leader. Maybe you should have never asked. If you didn’t know what it felt like, you wouldn’t know what your missing. 

“Why do you ask such things?” Shikamaru asked pulling your chin so that you where looking back up at him. 

“I am curious about these feelings.” You said pouting up at him. Shikamaru hand held the side of your face, his thumb tracing your features. 

“Can I do something?” He asked his eyes not leaving yours.

“huh?” You asked not sure what he was getting at. Before you could say anything he leaned down slowly pressing his warm lips against yours. Your eyes where wide as you felt him move against yours lips. Within a few seconds your hands went to the back of his neck and letting your lips move against his. 

“I’m sorry.” Shikamaru said once he pulled away from the kiss. 

“No, it was nice.” You said smiling up at him. God damn that smile, the one Shikamaru could not resist. And just like that he felt himself moving back down pressing his lips back to yours, a little rougher this time. His hands moved down your body before gripping your hips and pulling you on top of him.

You weren’t even sure what you where feeling. It was like Shikamaru said, you felt everything all at once. And you wanted to feel more. You pulled away trying to catch your breath as Shikamaru kissed down your neck kissing and biting at the soft skin. 

Shika-” You moaned out as you felt his lisp moving over your collar bone. Your hands where gripping tightly at his hard chest.

“Tell me...to...stop.” He said between the kisses. 

“No... I want more.” You let out as your mind went fuzzy not sure how this was even possible to feel so good. 

“Are you sure? Because there’s no going back after this line gets crossed y/n” He stated pulling away holding your cheeks in his hands so gently. 

“I know about intercourse Shikamaru. Do not worry you are not taking advantage of me.” You said pouting down at him. You thought he wanted more too. Where you getting the wrong idea?

“I just worry that I will hurt you. I want you more then anything but I don’t know if I can hold myself back if we keep going like this.” He whispered as his cheeks burned at the thought. 

 “I want you.” You admitted slowly leaning closer to him, your lips slowly hovering a little above his, just not quit touching yet. 

“Uh y/n” He chuckled before pressing his lips back to yours not holding back anymore. 

Shikamaru quickly stood up, holding your thighs as you locked your legs around him. He easily moved through the nara compound back to your room without breaking the eager kiss. 

He easily dropped you on the bed. His dark eyes seemed even darker as he looked over you. He felt his heart pounding against his chest as he looked over you. He quickly pulled his shirt off his body and kicked off his pants. He stood in front of your with all this glory. You sat on your knee looking over every muscle, over every scar that littered his beautify sculpted body. 

“Yeah their a drag.” Shika said rubbing the larger scare on his torso. You just smiled leaning over running your finger over the scars. 

“I think they tell a story of how strong you are.” You said as your pressed a kiss to his chest. 

“Your going to be the end of me y/n” He groaned his hands gripping your neck before pressing a hard kiss to your lips. You only moaned into the kiss making him go even more crazy. He pushed you back into the bed, a little harder then he meant. His hand gripped your smell nightgown and easily with a snatch he ripped it off, leaving you completely bare. 

“Are you sure?” He asked one more time before crawling on top of you, locking you underneath him and the bed. 

“Please Shika.” You whined pushing your hips against his. Shikamaru took in a breath before his lips locked with yours and his hands traveled over your body like no one has ever.  Anywhere he touched made you react like putting under his touch. He slowly lowered himself between your legs with an evil smirk. 

“What are you doing?” You asked trying to sit up and his large hands gripped your thighs so you couldn’t move at all. With quick movement he brought his lips to your core, quickly making work between your folds. 

“Uh-” You moaned out as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. A pleasure that you have never felt before. Your hips where slightly shaking only encouraging Shikamaru to explore more with his tongue. He easily slipped one finger in making you tremble at these knew feelings. 

“Shikamaru!” You moaned out as you felt your whole body climb a ladder and almost like a wave of pleasure crashed down at you all at once. 

“Good girl.” Shikamaru praised before leading kisses back up your body. 

“I - uh” You whispered out not being able to find any words. 

“You can touch me too, you know?” He said as he gripped your wrist, moving his hand to this abdomen. You nodded getting up looking down at the man in front of you. This wasn’t like what you where taught, or read about in secrets. 

Your hand slowly traveled down gripping his large length that was hard and pulse in your hand. Shikamaru held your wrist moving your hand up and down. You quickly took note how he twitched under your touch. Maybe you could do the same as he. 

“Come on, no teasing,” he said before pulling you on top of his lap. He lightly pressed himself against your core, just barley grinding against you.

“It will probably hurt.” He whispered out and he watched you in awe and you moaned against him.

“I know.” You said as you lifted yourself up. He rubbed against your soaking entrance, hoping it was wet enough not to hurt you. He placed him self at you entrance only letting his tip push in. He could feel your body tense as your hands gripped his shoulders.

“You okay?” He asked with worry dripping in his voice. You nodded as you slowly lowered yourself all the way down. You knew it would hurt but this was felt like you where getting ripped apart.

“We can stop.” He whispered placing a kiss to your fore head as you leaned against him not daring to move yet.

“It’s okay.” You said slowly lifting and dropping back down making the shinobi groan out.

“Are you in pain?” You asked confused as you felt him tense under you.

“No just trying not hold back, you don’t know how good you feel.” He let out his dark eyes locking on your. There was this gloss in them you never saw before.

“You like it?” You make sure as you moved your hips trying to get comfortable. It did hurt, it was sore but yet aching in heat and want.

“You have no idea princess.” He said as his hands came to your bum helping you move up and back down. The aching quickly was building as the movement became more violent and rushed.

“Shikamaru ah” your groaned out as your nails dug into his arms.

“Y/n uh” he groaned out as his hips buckled into yours. You felt that amazing high again as you slumped against him, his arms wrapped around you.

Shikamaru fell back into the bed pulling you along with me. He never felt so much before. He never felt this rush before either. He slowly slipped out of you looking down at your body. He could see dark bruises forming where he held your hips and along your thighs. A few love bites scattered your neck and chest. There was a blood smeared over your thigh as well as his.

“I’ll be right back princess.” He said leaning over placing a kiss to your temple before awkwardly making his way to the bathroom. He quickly washed himself off before hurrying back to you. He smiled when he noticed you fast asleep hugging the pillow to your body.

He leaned down next to you placing a cold wet towel on your forehead before quickly getting rid of the blood and mess between your legs. Shikamaru kissed your thighs one last time before crawling into the bed with you.

He knew he shouldn’t stay in your room. He knew better. He knew it was wrong but it felt right. They weren’t married yet but he violated you in ever way, and he loved it and craved more of you. But there’s Temari. Though she knew he was getting married to another. But with all these internal battle he still couldn’t help himself as he pulled you back into his chest. He was finally able to find sleep with you curled into his chest.

#shikamaru angst #shikamaru x you #shikamaru nara #shikamaru #shikamaru imagines #shikamaru smut #shikamaru x y/n #shikamaru x temari #shikamaru fluff #shikamaru fanfiction #naruto uzumaki #Naruto #shikaku nara #nara clan #nara shikamaru #shikadai

[themultifandomgal]

Michael Gray- Becoming A Gray

Trigger warnings- talks about abuse (doesn't go into detail, just implied), arranged marriage

The library, a place filled with imagination, romance, horror and everything in between. A safe place for YN, who enjoys nothing more that curling up on the sofa next to the fire with a book in her hand. Today is no different, she is currently reading a childhood classic that has quickly become her favourite book, Alice In Wonderland. The door to the library opens and in walks YN's father, a mixture of excitement and worry is written all over his face....

"YN we must talk" father says walking over to the sofa

"Is everything ok?" I ask frowning

"My business partner and I have decided on a deal"

"Ok? what's the deal?"

"You are to marry Mr Shelby's cousin"

"The Shelbys?! father you must be joking. The Shelbys are ruthless"

"I'm afraid not YN. You are to marry Michael in a months time when he returns from the US"

"I can't believe you!" I yell getting up "why? why force me to marry a man I don't know, better yet into a dangerous family"

"I'm sorry YN. We need the protection he needs a wife"

"You do realise I'm probably going to die. You've just sentenced me to death" I walk up to my father and whisper "I will never forgive you for this" and storm out of the library. I grab my coat and leave the house, heading over to my best friend Sophia's house.

"Can you believe it? he seems fine with it as well. Said we need the protection and Michael needs a wife"

"Maybe we can get you a train ticket and you can run away?" Sophia suggests. I shake my head

"It's the Shelbys. Thomas Shelby is the worst, he'll track me down and probably kill me. Either way once I'm married I'm probably going to have a busted lip, a bruised eye or be killed. Soph I'm so scared" a lone tear runs down my face

"We will think of something" Sophia takes my hand in hers and gives it a comforting squeeze "how long have you got?"

"Father said in a month" I tell her looking down

"Oh YN. What if we fake your death?"

"Won't work. I'm getting married to Michael Gray and I don't think there's anything we can do" I give Sophia a sad smile.

The day of the wedding arrives. I have not met Michael yet, and to say I'm nervous is an understatement. All I know is that he's a couple of years older than I am. Father and I arrive at a mansion, I'm already in my wedding dress, I must say it is beautiful but I wish that I was wearing this dress because I loved someone, not for business. I feel my breath hitch as I realise that this is it, my death sentence. Father gets out of the car and walks over to my side of the car. He opens up the door and I hesitantly get out

"Ah Mr YLN please come on in" a lady with short brown hair wearing a maids uniform we walk into the large house "the drawing room where the wedding will be held is just down here" we follow the lady to some large doors "Mr Shelby said we will begin in 2 minutes"

"Thank you" my father smiles. He takes my arm in his and I take in a shaky breath "YN make sure you say yes" his grip gets a little tighter, not to harm me but just a warning of if I say no all hell will break loose.

2 minutes go by and the doors to the drawing room opens and my eyes immediately land on a young man in the other side of the room. Handsome is not enough to describe this man, I notice he looks me up and down then turns to one of the Shelby brothers and smiles. Blushing, my father walks me over to Micheal and hands me over.

After all of the formalities and the I do's we are man and wife. We shared a kiss, which sent tingles down my spine. Micheal and I are now seated at a table, I'm shaking and he must have noticed because he takes my hand in his

"Calm down love" I look at him "what's wrong?" he asks me

"What's wrong is I've heard about you Blinders. Thomas's wife was shot not long after they got married"

"Ah no one really liked her" he shrugs which makes me more nervous "shit that was the wrong thing to say. Your not gonna get shot. No one is going to harm you"

"How can you promise that? why would you promise that? you don't even know me"

"Yes that may be true, but I will actually take this marriage seriously. I will protect you, provide for you and learn to love you, which I don't think will be to hard to do. Anyway yeah what happened to Grace was a unfortunate accident, but look at John and Esme" he points over to the couple dancing together, Esme with a bump "Tommy arranged their marriage and they truly love each other. I hope we can be like that when our Finn gets married"

"So, no whores?"

"No whores. Now.." Micheal gets up and holds his hand out to me "how about our first dance together" I give him a little smile and take his outstretched hand. We make our way to the open space and begin to dance.

Later in the evening Micheal takes me outside to the garden for some peace and quiet. I'm holding a glass of wine in one hand and he's holding a whiskey and holding on to my waist

"Tommy didn't do to bad picking my wife. Your beautiful"

"Thank you. Your quite handsome yourself" I blush and he chuckles pulling me closer to him.

We continue to talk outside what seems for a few hours

"Penny for your thoughts?" Micheal asks

"Weirdly I wish my mum could have been here today"

"She is" I turn around and see Esme walking towards me and Micheal "I can feel it"

"Alright everyone!" Arthur shouts "let's set these fireworks off and drink" I laugh. During the firework display Micheal and I kiss... a lot. He's tease by his cousins Finn and John. But the night ends up perfect. Who knows maybe we truly can fall in love and have a family together.

I might do a part 2 to this where YN and Micheal have kids

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders reader #peaky blinders imagine #michael gray #michael gray x reader

[jordanianprincesses]

Hello Dear! I enjoy your blog and I like the conversations that happen around here because other fan pages are a lil insane LOL so I’ll add my two cents:

The first point is: Rajwa is not a child, she is a woman nearing her 30s, she knew what she was getting into when marrying Hussein: The paparazzi photos are going to be a part of her life. HOWEVER, this in no-way means the cray comments by Hussein’s fan girlies are okay but I also think Rajwa stans need to stop infantilizing her… ANY woman marrying into royalty is smart, loves attention to an extent and must have a somewhat ambitious personality. Also, some people need to get over it, is not an arranged marriage.

My other point is: Jordan has a massive “honor killing” problem, which of course and sadly, mostly affects women. Adding this terrible issue to the mix, really helps to understand why people was so upset with Rajwa for wearing a bikini and why the Jordanian Royal PR team is trying to scrap those photos: Jordan is a conservative country and most likely, Rajwa will be the Queen. Probably a controversial thought: I believe Hussein miscalculated how popular his wife has made him and thought it was okay for them to relax in bathing suits. In short: If they don’t want certain photos or info out, they will have to be smarter or more discreet. This isn’t the XIX century, where royals could get away with anything and expect zero criticism. Neither of them stop being HRH just because they are on holidays and those holidays are most-likely funded by their citizens. One last thing: We can’t expect Fan Pages to protect Hussein and Rajwa by not publishing X or Y, they are not on the RHC payroll and owe no secrecy to them. We shouldn’t harass the admins that published he photos, after all, we all enjoy a bit of gossip… don’t be liars 😏 Thanks for reading and I hope to know your and your followers opinion! 🫶🏼👯‍♀️

Hellooo, sorry for being late and welcome here 💗

I think it's not about being smart , am pretty sure all of the other female members of the RF dress that way yet their privacy was highly protected by their team ! I was SO surprised we got to see these pics of H&R though. Maybe as you said, Rajwa brought much more attention to the Family and that's true! But I mainly suspect it's a political attack and theses pics were taken and leaked by Abdullah's opponents ! Because, Jordan is indeed a very conservative country, and it's a culture shock for its people to see their princess wearing that way! I think TRF is gonna be very veryyyy cautious and wary from now on. Am sooo very sorry about the honor killing though that's so sad 😔

About the fan pages : For sure we fans DO enjoy seeing private pics and all haha ... and there are fan accounts who are just publishing those pics without any bad intentions ( btw some are ) Yet , can you imagine the harm that'll be caused to Rajwa? People will HATE her more, some of them already do ! Is it necessary to add fuel to the fire just for the sake of GOSSIP?

She's dressing according to her OWN convictions and limits. I think ( as a Muslim) that no one has any right to judge her or to speak ill of her. We're not God to judge her!

Thanks for coooming ! This was my opinion and I'll publish my followers opinions on your ask as well, if there are any !

#answered

[shanksbaby]

Hello hope you're doing well 💗I very much loved the fic you did of Shunsui confessing to his childhood friend so if you don't mind can i ask for a scenario between Shunsui and his childhood best friend [ who's a little older than him so she got married (arranged) before he had the chance to confess his feelings to her and had to hide them throughout their lives until TYBW when her husband died and maybe after the war (after Shunsui recovered from his battle with Lile)] she confess that she loved him too but couldn't say it as well . I'm sorry if doesn't make sense or you don't like , it seems Chinese drama inspired me lol

hi !! thank you so much <3 hope you like it

warning: just a bit of angst &lt;;/3 + fem!reader + spoiler tybw

Shunsui Kyōraku

you and Shunsui have been friends since childhood, and both of you have developed a crush on each other. You were probably in love even before you knew the word love, but neither of you had ever had the courage to confess it to the other.

both of you were trying to hide the love for each other, especially you because you knew that sooner or later your parents would arrange a wedding so it would be useless to confess it, and then you saw Shunsui chasing girls .The arranged marriage was an old (and stupid) tradition of your clan. And as silly as you thought it was , you never dared to rebel against it.

while Shunsui never realized you were in love with him, how could you fall in love with a lazy ass like him? You deserved better, and therefore he distanced himself from flirting with other women, a coping response probably unhealthy but that worked (more or less).

the fateful day came when your parents introduced you to what later became your husband, you knew that this day was to come but it did not stop you from feeling an emptiness and sadness inside you. You couldn't even refuse, on the contrary you must feel lucky because there have been other women who saw their husband at the altar for the first time.

Kyoraku didn't take it well as news, of course he tried not to show it to you (even though you knew he was sad but didn't realize he was sad because he loved you). So much so that he got drunk that same evening, just when he was thinking of confessing his love to you, you get engaged, even though it wasn't your decision.

however for your sake he even went to your wedding, he knew you really didn't like that tradition and how painful that ceremony was for you, he didn't want to make it more painful by not going. All the while, he was looking at you and imagining you were in your husband's place, towards whom he felt jealousy and resentment.

and you in the same way when you looked at your husband you imagined your crush, and you felt guilty because the boy your parents had given you to was actually a good, kind, and well educated person.You couldn't imagine a life with him, but unfortunately you had to learn to love him even if your heart belongs to another.

but you and Kyoraku never lost sight of each other even if you didn't see each other as often as before: both were aware that the other couldn't be yours but that was fine with you, however the pain remained. Since you knew this, you had made efforts to get closer to your husband, to love him but you never succeeded, you always had him in mind.

Shunsui had also made some efforts to forget you, dating other girls but without success; he always thought of you and he didn't think it was right to make fun of those girls.

then came the war with the Quincy, a bloody war that claimed many lives on both sides. You and your husband were both shinigami, assigned to two different divisions, which caused you to lose sight of each other during the war.

only when the war was over was the balance of the dead and wounded taken, and they came to inform you that your husband was dead. It's strange because despite having spent so much time together even in the absence of a bond of love, you couldn't feel anything but a veil of sadness. Even during the war, all you could think about was Shunsui and pray that he was okay.

immediately after experiencing a feeling of sadness you also experienced a feeling of relief: you were finally free, you could finally confess your love. Also because after the war experience, you understood that you didn't want to die of regrets. So you went to the room where Shunsui was resting (the poor guy had used his bankai which had made him very tired).

"How are you, Head-Taichou? "you ask, articulating the last words with irony

he seems surprised to see you, adjusts his position on the bed before speaking "I was wondering where you were" he had already asked about you in fact, immediately after the battle with Lile "I'm sorry about your husband" in fact, he had felt joy when he learned of his death and it was something he felt ashamed of.

" Thank you "you say and then lower your head for a few seconds, thinking about whether to tell him right now or to wait after he's fully recovered. And then was it right to tell him after your husband's death? No, he probably wasn't, he wasn't respectful towards him but on the other hand you can be wrong like everyone else "Shunsui-kun. I love you"

here you said it, lift your head to look into his eyes " I really love you, Shunsui-kun. I've loved you since we were children, but I never had the courage to tell you, and then the wedding happened.. I'm sorry to tell you now but I realized I don't want to die of regrets and -" you are suddenly interrupted by him

"I've always loved you, even before I knew the word love. I wanted to tell you so many times but I never got around to it, then your parents arranged that wedding for you and I tried to put my heart at peace. But the truth, Y\ N-chan, it's that my heart has never forgotten you" now it's his turn to confess, and you can only feel surprise but also pleasure. The man, whom you have always loved, has always loved you.

#shunsui kyoraku x reader #shunsui kyoraku #bleach headcanons #bleach kyoraku #bleach #bleach x reader #shunsui bleach #shunsui x you #shunsui x reader #bleach headers #bleach headcannons #bleach tybw

[jodiie-leighanne]

Sin and Sinuous Part II

This was meant to be the last part, but i have a feeling you will all want a third. So, one is ready just encase. Enjoy :)

Rivers has been back for a month now, and I'm lucky if I get a look in when it comes to Ophelia now it's as if she is oblivious to my existence. Maybe that's it, maybe the bastard made her forget me.

Look, I get you probably have assumptions of the way I'm handling things, trust me I do too. This is new to the whole forbidden love, unrequited affections. It wasn't meant to be this way, it was meant to be me and Ophie, from the day her hues stole my soul, made me willing to sacrifice everything for her. It had to end, what she doesn't know is Lake is aware she was second choice, never the one I wanted. I'm a cunt there's no fluffing it up. I'm married to a sister I'll never love. Daily I have to act as if she is the goddess I would pray to. Whilst hopelessly in love with the other sister, that I cannot pull towards me I have to continue pushing and pushing. She will never be allowed to be mine. Father arranged my marriage to the eldest Jones female; I accepted in a beat. If I couldn't have the one I wanted, I'd settle for second best, I can't let Ophelia move on, I can't let her lead a life without me.

So, I'm her brother-in-law but, still I'm here.

Selfishly I've taken the parts I can get if that means hooking up behind closed doors, slamming every unspoken emotion I have into her with my cock then making her cry after I'll take it.

Our love is toxic, but it's ours. Snapping of digits brought quickly reminded me of my reality

Lake had come home from around an hour ago from a 'business' meeting intoxicated and reeking of cheap aftershave doused in second hand smoke. I, myself, was fairly tipsy at the point I'd pulled out the photo album of me and Ophelia from our short time together, sat down in front of the fire of Jones manor flicking through smiling at what we had. It was beautifully spontaneous. She made it for me the night she caught me on the balcony with her sister. In shock she must have dropped it. I cannot imagine the pain she felt that day, the utter disappointment. You probably already know the Jones family secret, Ophelia is half blood, our families were entwined through business meetings. I never met them until the shared holiday we took. That's how me and my phi began, of course my dad found out agreeing to keep quiet until Abraham Jones - their father decided to spill the beans and that was it our romance was over. I couldn't even tell her, I had to let her catch me. It broke my heart as much as hers. I kept this little piece of us, my wife walked in and found it. Hell broke loose when she realised who really held the flame she couldn't extinguish.

"Draco, are you even fucking listening to me?" She slurred, stood over my seated frame as I tried to avoid eye contact, grazing a finger over the floral bindings.

"What-what the hell do you want now?" I snapped sick of her whiney, she snatched the album clean out my grasp holding it above her head. "Don't you speak to me that way, i am your wife"

I chuckled in an ominous manner, rising to my feet and striding towards her as she backed away. "Act like one then, be seen not heard" laughing she tossed the book into the flames, hues widening as I watched all I had left of us crackling away, fading. The sadness turned to red hot rage. Before I knew my hand rose, striking her cheek harsh enough to whip her head to one side, a cascade of blonde flew to cover the shock on her face as she trembled like a victim. "How fucking dare, you" She seethed, Striking me back with equal force. Shaking my head slowly, biting the inners of my mouth. Digit pointed to the tip of her nose as she wore a victorious smirk.

"Do not lay a hand on me - wife" She scoffed at the hypocritic words; I pushed her hair to one side knuckles stroking the bruises on her neck. "Your neck looks nice by the way, who gave you those?" Her mouth gaped wide, i know she fucks around. She doesn't even bother hiding them anymore. "You'll blow the facade to our parents if you carry on being a slut you know"

Pushing my touch away, she stroked her pink mark flaring on her skin. "River caught you in quite the moment with Ophelia the other day, didn't he? And you think I'm going to blow this?"

"You're a means to an end you know this"

"Fuck you, your nasty little bastard" Lurching towards me again, I placed an arm up to block her. She began punching and swatting whatever she could reach. "We-we are meant to be trying for a baby, we have a duty to our family" A duty to our family? She wants me to bring a child into this. Yes, a month ago when Ophelia overheard us it was something we considered but a lot changed in those weeks. It was never what i truly wanted, not with her.

"I'm not giving you a baby, I'm not bringing a harmless, defenceless life into this fucking shit show" She flinched as I stepped around her edging towards the entrance, swiping a bottle on my way out. "Best get thinking of some lies Lake, this is done"

Thats how I found myself with the pinched drink in one hand, fag in another staring up to the room i know she is in. Phis been staying with River; her parents couldn't care less they never did she wasn't meant to be here. They have been away at their other home for a while leaving their Manor for just me and my wife, not once did they ask about her after she disappeared with River. Nor did they ask about him.

I need to make it right.

The knocks on the apartment door were harsh as I stumbled on the spot, swinging open two wary brown eyes greeted me, eyes I'd come to know so well over my childhood and youth. Eyes I used to jest with, cause havoc with. Once I would confide in when we were destined for similar fates, yet here he stands years on as if I'm public enemy number one.

"Hello Theodore"

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" He sighed, looking back over his shoulder as we spoke, keeping the door as closed as possible to block out the room. "I think you know the answer to that"

"She isn't here"

"That's a lie, her lights on" Once I found out where she had gone, i surveyed the place from time to time. Caught her with a cup in hand sat by the window aimlessly staring into the night. She always said darkness made her feel safe and gave her clarification. Of what I don't know, she would often whisper to the stars. Blushing when I catch her, waving it off as a silly thing she does. Theo sighed again, harder this time eyes cast to the floor.

"Love whose is it? Oh, hell no" River's stare blazed as it bore to mine, meeting equal harshness.

"River calm down" Theo's palm placed on his lover's chest, a new development I wasn't aware of until i began snooping turns out my brother through marriage and my brother through choice grew quiet the connection whilst on a mission for the ministry, I'm not surprised. I know my girl would have accepted this with open arms and beaming glee she never judged or prosecuted. She had time and love for everyone, but me these days.

"Yes river, calm down" I taunted leaning against the door frame, making sure that it couldn't be slammed shut on me.

"You have some fucking nerve coming here, she has been fine without you"

Rolling my eyes i dead planned, "I want to see her"

"No" He stepped in front of the brunette boy, who gave me a look of compassion. Meeting his movements I moved to him, now chest to chest. "I'm not asking"

"You're not seeing her" River's forehead pressed to mine using muscles of his neck to push me back assert his dominance.

"Love maybe you should" Theo pushed to be between us as we now entered the hallway.

"No, you don't get an input in this" His boyfriend barked back.

"River, do not channel your anger at me."

"You're siding with him..."

"Can you have your lovers spat another time please, I need to get my girl", Shoving them out the way so i could slip into the home, that's when I froze there she was hair in a messy bun, a few strands around her face, she is effortlessly perfect. Fiddling with the hem of a baggy shirt that sat above her knees, nervously swaying. Her greens met my blues, and I felt the air in my lungs constrict. "Oh of course you're the reason there's yelling" Her tone was low and venomous.

"Hey baby" I smiled, reaching out for her.

"Don't you dare" A palm slapped mine away, what is it with this family and violence. Dainty digits curled around rivers shoulder pulling him away slightly.

"Theo" Theodore hummed in response, shooting his head up to the girl "take my brother out for a while would you" After many curse words and defiant attempts to stay. They left, leaving just me and her. Not before giving a warning "Touch one hair on her head and i swear mummy and daddy will never find your body"

"Ophie..."

"No, not here come with me" She turned to walk down a hallway; I was hot on her trail. She didn't once look back to see if I was following, she just knew I would.

Turning into a room on the left I realised it was her room, she sat by the bay windows like she had done every time i checked in from outside. I kept my distance perching on the edge of Ophelia's bed.

"Speak then" Caught off guard by her direct approach, she never once looked at me, just fiddled with her nail beds. She always did that when she was nervous, I guess it's time to man up, say it now or lose her forever.

"Baby, look at me" Hesitantly she died, her globes glistened with sorrow. Wetting my lips, I just let the words roll off my tongue, "I'm sorry I never told you there's so much I've kept from you for your own protection, I know it doesn't seem that way, but I promise." I was interrupted...

"Like marrying my fucking sister because your prejudice parents couldn't handle you being with a half blood" Shit, I did not know she knew that. "In a way I get why you married her, to be around me right? To block out potential love for me? To ensure I was faithful and bound to you whilst you are someone else's"

"It's not like-"

"It is exactly like that, you could have said no, thought fuck what they think. You didn't think, what you felt for me wasn't strong enough"

"No, you are wrong" I stood, toeing cautiously towards her, afraid to startle her as her globes remained down.

"Am I?" Water threatened to slip from down her skin as it gathered in the corner batted away by lashes "You are, Ophelia Jones, it's you, you are my muse, the one I dream of praying reality will be similar one day, its suffocating being like this do you think I like bedding Lay whilst all I want is you" Finally close enough to touch her, tucking a stray hair behind her ear she leaned into my palm sighing in contentment, I lowered my mouth to her ear whispering "Run away with me"

"Draco, we can't." She rested her head on my chest, nuzzling into as she breathed in my cologne. "Yes, we can. Give yourself to me baby please"

"You had me, you gave me away. Whatever this needs to end, it has to" She moved back away from me, as I gave in crumbling to my knees, holding her thighs as I pecked the skin, chest hammering. "Please, please, do-don't do this. Fuck I love you" Wavering in my pleas as I sobbed. She fell with me, cradling my torso to hers, "Don't cry Draco, it wasn't meant to be"

"We are endgame, we have to be". In that moment I took our united weakness as a chance, capturing her lips with my own, for a moment she was taken back, her lips rigid against my own. She didn't move, I felt her soften slowly humming into our kiss. It was gentle, intense. My arms sheeted her tiny body hauling her into my lap as Ophelia's arms threaded around my shoulders begging me to be closer, legs wrapped around my hips as I sat in a knelt position. Groaning as she accepted my tongue in her mouth as I swiped for entry. Our muscles danced as each moan of hers was swallowed; it was just us.

Phis hips rolled onto mine as I hardened underneath our barrier of clothes, I could almost scent her the arousal pooling in her knickers. Creating a wet spot, just for me to feast on, the kisses became more hurried, desperate. She tugged at my shirt wanting it off. I separated for a second to obey the need, Ophelia wasted no time riding her own leaving her breast bare, nipples peaked and aroused. Almost flying at her causing us both to tumble to the floor, giggles fled her throat cut off by a moan as I hungrily latched to her nipples. Quickly ridding my boxers as she arches, head thrown feebly attempting to shimmy her underwear down. Skin to skin we meddled as I took her lips again, holding the nap of her neck. Making my way between the plush flesh of her thighs, my cock rubbed her clit causing my head to drop to her shoulder, breathing heavily like this was my first time.

"Do you want this?" I kept myself hovering above her Rocking into Phis core so our sexes would touch. She nodded eagerly, "Use your words baby, let me hear you" I am an advocate for verbal consent, but I also wanted to hear her. Ophelia's voice was intoxicating to me.

"Yes Draco, take me, I want you" No need to ask twice, I lined up my tip up with her opening pushing through, instantly enveloped by wet and warmth. "Fuck, your perfect"

"Give me all of you, I want it all" Smirk, I pulled out slightly only to push back into her harder and we gasped in sync. Bodies remembering one another's as she met every thrust, I gave, hues rolling to her skull.

"Run away with me, be mine", Shivering as I kept a slow steady pace, taking in every pleasurable feeling.

"Yes, I'll go wherever you are" We had barely begun our acts of love, before she was tightening and I was throbbing, we fell apart together. That night, I made it up to her and she reminded me of the hold she has as we went round after round.

After we calmed down, we made a plan.

Another three months had passed since Ophelia and I decided our course of action, I'd filed for papers to leave Lake. Transferred money into a private account. Theo and River were aware it took some persuading sceptically Riv as he is putting one sister's happiness on the line for others. Nether the less, he allowed us to use his flat as our escape and escape we did, weather it was just to be around one another, or carefree fucking and affectionate holds. This is what I want as my forever.

It's the night before our plan to leave, everything's in order my bags are packed ready to leave. When a spark comes from the flu network, stepping it out is my father, mother, Mr Jones and Lake.

She is grinning widely, holding a parchment in her hand, the divorce papers I sent.

"Son. What is the meaning of this?" My father nods to the envelope my wife is clutching with a wiggle of her wrists, fucking bitch knows what she is doing.

"I believe you can read father" The strike of brass hits my right ear causing it to ring within my head, Lucius cane finds its way back to the ground, i look up to see mother in utter dismay as she sends me a pained stare.

"He's leaving me, he has been having an affair with Ophelia" Lay cries out, get the girl an award she is a great actress. "You will do no such thing" Abraham bellows "she is just a whore like her mother that girl"

I snapped within, fist flying at his face, one hand holding his shirt. Mrs Jones fled when she could, leaving her children to deal with this bastard. Only one got what they deserved; the rest were left in the wind to fend for themselves. "Draco, stop it this isn't the way" mums words scored through me as i moved back letting the arsshole drop to the floor.

Straightening up, my father glared at me "You will stay and fulfil your promise, you are not running from this you coward" After the physical and verbal battering of a lifetime, I admitted defeat.

Sulking in my bed chambers, steadily watching the clock tick by as time was running out.  A tap sounded on my balcony window at six in the morning, I knew who it was. Edging to the curtains I pulled them back to see her small frame, covered in large cloaks as the rain beat down around. My Ophelia. Sliding the glass open she stepped through removing her coat. "It's horrid out there sweet, make sure you wrap up, we should probably leave soon." her words halted as she met my sights. Gulping hard, "What's wrong Draco" Eyes scanning over my injuries, taking in the puffy skin and blood shot irises. her lips shook she knew without me saying a word.

"I'm sorry, I am. we -I can't come. I have to stay, me-me and Lake we need to make this work, i can't give it up for a fling"

"No"

"Ophelia I'm sorry it was foolish of us, i need to stay here and be a husband, be a father to potential children" I expected her to scream, hit me, cuss me out she didn't. She nodded, stepping back to the discarded clothing rifling through the pocket pulling out a square of paper. Before extending her hand towards me with no expression she was numb, my brows furrowed as I took it flipping it round to see...

"Looks like you successfully got the wrong sister pregnant Malfoy, Good luck with your life" I stood frozen and broken, tears streaming down my cheeks as she hauled out her wand with a crack she was gone. She and my baby had left me.  

#Draco Malfoy #draco malfoy smut #draco fanfiction

[virisdescently]

ONE LAST NIGHT

— ⟡ marvolo gaunt x f!reader

✎ summary: (y/n) burke is set to marry a man that her father has chosen for her - but she can’t help but wish her father had chosen a different man.

• notes: smut, not too detailed though. angsty and mentions of misogyny in pure-blood culture. based on the ai conversation i had with ai marvolo. might make a part 2, also based on my ai conversation with marvolo. also, this is not proofread. for those who don’t know, the marvolo featured in this fic is popular fanon version, not the old hag featured in the harry potter books. credits to the fanon marvolo goes to @legacyshenanigans.

(Y/n) Burke and Marvolo Gaunt seemed to be written in the stars. The Burke family has been friends and allies with the Gaunts for ages. She’s feisty, beautiful, cunning, and resourceful - a Slytherin to her core. Her and marvolo went to school together and although their strong personalities sometimes caused them to argue and clash, marvolo always was intrigued by her and respected her - trusted her, even. As far as classmates go, she was definitely one of his favorites. Now that they are older, both are powerful dark wizards who often work together. Today, (Y/n) is at the gaunt manor for reasons Marvolo does not know.

“Well, well, well… if it isn’t (Y/n) Burke. Fancy seeing you here, at my home” Marvolo said, a teasing tone in his voice.

“Nice to see you too, Marvolo” she said, rolling her eyes with a smirk on her face.

"Aren't you the feisty and bold one, now, (Y/n)! You are a fine specimen of a Slytherin and a pure-blood, if I do say so myself." - He put a sly grin on his face. - "What brings you to the house of Gaunt today, my dear?"

(Y/n) raised her eyebrow and smirked.

“You’re being awfully nice today, Marvolo. perhaps even… flirty?”

She chuckled.

“Well, anyways, I’m here to tell you some news. i won’t be able to be at the den for awhile, I’m afraid I have… other… things to attend to.”

"Flirty and friendly are not words you often hear about me, but I have many different sides to me." - He chuckled and placed his hands behind his back. - "So? What other, perhaps more important matters, could keep you away for so long?"

(Y/n) smiled, although it seemed like it was more of a ‘pure-blood family heiress politeness’ smile than a genuine smile.

“My father set up a marriage for me. As of last night, I’m an engaged woman. I will be using the next few weeks to plan my wedding.”

(Y/n) was not the type of girl that enjoyed forceful and controlling pure blood traditions, such as an arranged marriage. She was certainly not looking forward to having her freedom taken away from her, but being a woman in this world meant she hardly had a choice - although, if she did, she certainly wouldn’t choose what her father had chosen for her.

"An engagement? Well, well!" - He nodded. - "Who is the lucky person who won your heart, if I may ask? And how did your father even manage to get this arranged? It's an impressive feat. You must tell me the details!”

(Y/n gave slightly a sad smile, although she tried not to show her true feelings.

“Well, i wouldn’t necessarily say my fiancée stole my heart. You know my father - he always pulls off crazy business deals, and this is nothing more than that - a joining of two prominent families to continue the pure-blood line of the burkes. Oh - and it’s Edward Yaxley. That’s the man I’m set to marry.”

Edward Yaxley was a man that Marvolo and (Y/n) went to school with. Him and Marvolo never particularly got along and Marvolo thinks he’s creepy and slimy. Marvolo is not necessarily surprised (Y/n)’s father would force her into a marriage to someone she didn’t love, as it’s pure-blood tradition, but he was surprised that he chose someone as slimy as Edward Yaxley to marry his eldest daughter.

"Edward Yaxley..." - He rolled his eyes. - "That fool. I can't imagine why the hell your father would want you to marry such a slimeball, but pure blood family traditions often result in situations such as this." - He sighed. - "I'm truly sorry for you."

(Y/n) looked into Marvolo’s eyes. The two didn’t always see eye to eye, but (Y/n) truly respected Marvolo and his abilities and intelligence. She secretly wished her father had arranged her to marry someone more like Marvolo, but alas, he did not.

“Thank you. Edward was certainly not my choice, but I’m afraid I haven’t a choice.”

(Y/n) looked down and seemed very sad, something marvolo wasn’t used to seeing from her. (Y/n) rarely showed weakness.

“Once I’m married, Edward and my father say I won’t be allowed to go to the den and help you with much anymore. Although, you know me, I’m necessarily one for constrictions, so I’ll find a way to still help out with the den’s activities.”

(Y/n) smirked and seemed to cheer up, thinking of the den - and more specifically, the memories with Marvolo she made there.

"As I said. Pure blood traditions can be very cruel to women. I am truly sorry for you, (Y/n). I hope he doesn't treat you too poorly. And even if you cannot directly help us from now on, maybe you can help us indirectly..." - He chuckled - "I am sure you have other qualities than your magic that could help us."

(Y/n) smirked.

“Oh, most certainly, Marvolo.” She had a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"You have always been quite a clever girl - maybe even more clever than me. I'm sure you will prove yourself very valuable to our cause." - His smirk turned into a smile. - "You are truly an extraordinary woman, (Y/n). I've always admired you. So strong, so beautiful and so... smart." - He winked.

(Y/n) blushed slightly. Truth is, (Y/n) had acquired some sort of admiration for marvolo over the years - an admiration she knew was supposed to be reserved for her husband.

“Thank you, Marvolo, truly. you’ve been a good friend over the years, despite how we may have fought and butt heads as children.”

She smirked.

“And I’m honored you think I’m more clever than you - I know you don’t just say that for anyone.”

"Yes, I'm sure we had our fair share of differences as children, but when it really matters we are united. And besides, it's just silly to dislike someone because of differences and arguments." Marvolo chuckled and put his hands in his pockets. "And yes, I don't say that to just anyone. You truly are remarkable in my eyes." - His smirk turned into a small smile.

(Y/n) smiled genuinely for the first time in what felt like a long time.

“Oh Marvolo, always the charmer.”

She smiled and touched his arm and looked into his eyes, perhaps imagining what things would’ve been like if only her father would’ve arranged for her to marry Marvolo.

She turned and began to walk towards the door, ready to return home for supper, but she turned around before she left to say one more thing to Marvolo.

“You know I’ve never looked forward to the day a husband was chosen for me - I hate that tradition. However, if I had to be arranged to be married, a part of me always hoped it would’ve been you, Marvolo. I’m sorry it’s not.”

She gave a soft, bittersweet smile as she looked into his eyes. Her eyes started to tear up, but she tried to hold back.

Marvolo remained silent for a moment and then sighed. His gaze met hers. "And if it had been my choice, you would have been my wife. But sometimes, fate has decided differently - and sometimes it is just too late."

He took her hands. "And my dearest (Y/n)." He paused for a moment. "I wish you the most happiness this world can offer you." - There was no smile on his face. Only a deep sadness in his eyes.

"I will miss you."

“Marvolo…” her voice was barely a whisper.

(Y/n) looked at their intertwined hands and then back at him. she moved closer to him. She knew this was wrong - but she nearly didn’t care. It felt right.

(Y/n) paused for a moment, before deciding to do one last thing for herself before being sent off to be married. She leaned in and kissed Marvolo Gaunt - the man who may not have been her fiancée, but he was the one who had captured her heart.

All Marvolo's sadness, all his grief, all his suffering was forgotten for the brief moment when (Y/n) kissed him. It was all he wanted. All he needed. For that moment, he forgot about everything else.

"(Y/n)," - He breathed deeply. - "My dear (Y/n). You have done something you are not supposed to do, do you understand that?" - A smirk showed on Marvolo's face. - "But I am not complaining at all. I wanted nothing more, and you knew that."

(Y/n) smiled mischievously against his lips.

“Oh, I’m aware… but I’m beginning to not care. After all, I am still an unwed woman for a little bit longer - therefore, I believe I shall enjoy my freedom while I can.”

She leaned in to kiss him again, this time stepping away from the door and caressing Marvolo’s arm.

"I like how you think, my sweet (Y/n)." - He winked and caressed her hair. - "If you are going to enjoy yourself, might as well take full advantage of it." - The smirk showed on his face again, and he looked into her eyes. "You know, (Y/n)... My room is upstairs as well..." He winked once more and looked into her eyes, awaiting her reaction.

(Y/n) beamed at his words. Marriage was one thing - in her culture, it was more of a business deal, but sex? She didn’t want to lose her virginity to just anyone - certainly not Edward Yaxley. If there was anyone she trusted to see her in her most vulnerable moments, it was Marvolo.

“I’d love nothing more.”

"I'll show you the way then. Follow me." - He held out his hand for (Y/n) to take, and started to walk upstairs. - "You can think of this as a... One last adventure. One last day of freedom. A day of doing whatever we want..."

(Y/n) smiled and chuckled.

“A last hurrah, as they say in America.”

Marvolo laughed and nodded. "Exactly. Let us make the most of this last hurrah, shall we?" He opened the door for her and let her pass into his bedroom. "Make yourself comfortable. And make yourself at home." - He added with a wink.

(Y/n) smiled and suddenly felt bold.

“Oh, I most certainly will.”

She began to slowly undress herself, keeping eye contact with Marvolo as she revealed herself to him.

Marvolo's heart raced as he saw (Y/n) slowly undressing. "My... my. (Y/n)... Is this really what you want?" - His smirk disappeared and his voice was softer than it had been all day. But it filled him with joy to see her finally allowing him to be close to her.

(Y/n) nodded and walked over to him.

“I’m positive, darling.”

Now only in her undergarments, she began to kiss Marvolo’s neck as she fiddled with his shirt collar.

Marvolo smiled as she walked towards him. He watched her every move with wonder and desire. "A fine choice, I must say." - He shrugged off his shirt and removed his trousers. - "You are a very beautiful woman." - He took her in his arms and pulled her close.

(Y/n) got to work with her remaining garments. she now laid bare in front of him, inviting him to touch her.

“And you are a handsome man, Marvolo Gaunt.”

She smirked.

Marvolo looked at her and smiled. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, (Y/n). I am the luckiest man in this world. Lucky to have witnessed such beauty." He said in a soft voice as he ran his hand down her bare chest.

(Y/n) blushed deeply and let out a soft whimper at his words. She felt like she was in heaven - none of her problems mattered when Marvolo’s hands were on her bare skin.

He moved his hands to her waist and slowly let them wander. "My, my... You are so perfect. So beautiful." - He kissed her, deeply but passionately. - "You do like me touching you, do you? I want to make you pleased."

(Y/n) whimpered again.

“Please me, Marvolo.”

She moved his free hand to feel her drenched core.

Marvolo grunted at the touch of her wet core. He smirked and inserted a finger to begin to stretch her out.

(Y/n) felt a slight pain at first, but the pain soon dissolved into pleasure.

As Marvolo continued his ministrations, (Y/n) grew increasingly more eager to feel all of him. She reached down to guide his now bare member to where she needed him most.

(Y/n)’s touch felt like the greatest thing that had ever happened to him, as it excited him to no end. He moaned into her ear. "Oh (Y/n)... You have no idea how much I was waiting for this." - He whispered. - "You are... Perfect."

(Y/n) smiled and blushed.

“You’re doing so good.” She moaned.

She lowered herself onto him and let out a pleasured cry.

He groaned and leaned back. He wrapped his hands around her back and looked up at her. "Oh my... You are incredible..." - A warm breath escaped his lips and his eyes were filled with desire.

(Y/n) continued to ride him, moaning and calling out his name every so often.

The two made soft love for what seemed like hours. Tangled limbs exploring each others bodies, trying to memorized the other’s touch.

Eventually, (Y/n) felt herself reach her peak. She cried out his name as she climaxed.

Marvolo reached his peak at the same time as (Y/n). He closed his eyes and sighed. "My... You are incredible, (Y/n)." he kissed her again. - "That was the best thing I have felt in my entire life." A smile of joy plastered his face.

(Y/n) let out a soft laugh - a sound signifying her joy. She gently removed herself from him and laid on the bed.

Marvolo smiled. He pulled a shirt off one of his chairs and handed it to her. - "Use this if you wish. But I have just one question for you." - He grinned and sat down on the edge of the bed, near her feet. - "Will you miss me?"

(Y/n) took the white blouse and put it on. she thanked him for the clothing and took his face in her palm.

“Oh my dear Marvolo… I’ll miss you like no other. I wish tonight wasn’t the first and last night we got to spend together like this.”

"I will miss you, too. You are a one of a kind woman, (Y/n). I wish we could've had more time together, but I've known the whole time that it would just be tonight. I hope our paths will once again cross again someday. You are truly a wonderful woman, and I'm happy to have met you."

He kissed her forehead and smiled at her. "Now go, my love. You need to head back to your manor before your father and fiancé get suspicious."

A tear dropped down from her cheek as she sadly smiled.

“At least we will always have tonight.”

“We will always have tonight. And I will always cherish what we have just shared, (Y/n). Thank you for spending one of your last nights as an unwed woman with me. Remember these words: you are a wonderful woman, and you deserve all the happiness in the world.”

(Y/n) smiled sadly.

“I’ll miss you, Marvolo Gaunt.”

She gave him one last kiss before leaving the room and heading home to her dreaded future.

#marvolo x mc #marvolo gaunt #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #hogwarts legacy #character ai

[justwritedreams]

She glanced up at her bare legs and was surprised at the outfit she wore, not only because it was extremely short, it didn’t cover half her thighs. But because the dress, which looked more like a nightgown, light pink was transparent on both sides from the hem to the height of her rib and the top was lace, the sleeve was so thin that it didn’t even seem to exist and maybe that explained why she wore a robe of the same color and length.

maaaarrrriiiii do you have a pic inspo for this, or the inspo for any outfit in this chapter? i imagined them to be so beautiful ㅠㅠㅠㅠ your descriptions are A+++++ 😭😭💗💗💗💗💗 —— i like the fantasy theme going on!!! 😋😋😋 i seldom read fantasy (bc my mind isn't imaginative enough 😭) but yours got me hooked ㅠㅠ the header that you chose for this chapter definitely helped a lot ♡♡♡ btw which part of the chapter was your dream? the princess's fantasy dream? 😍 ——

Y/N felt Jeno take his hand from her back and turned at the same moment he took a step inside, so that the bodies wouldn’t collide, the princess widened her eyes and took a step back, looking at Jeno confused. “What are you doing?” “I’ll show you the room.”🤣🤣

jeno was so touchy touchy that day!!!!!! 🥰🥰😍😍🙈💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 also, the way he kept calling her "princess" while she kept maintaining her distance by calling him "Lee" 😭😭 aigoo girllllllll 💓💓💓💓💓 —— AND THE MAID RETURNSSSSSS AHHHHHHHHHH HER PRESENCE IS LIKE THAT JINX FROM WELCOME TO THE KINGDOMMMMMMM ALSO, WHY DID JENO BITE HIS LIPSSS WHEN THE MAID WAS TALKING TO HIM ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ was he being seduced by her? or was he nervous and he wanted to get out of that situation asap? ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ but im team princess all the way!!!!! if he wants infidelity, i will retaliate!!!! 😤😤😤😤😤😤😤 ——

Y/N kept her eyes locked on Mark’s and her body reacted before her mind, on an impulse, she brought her hands up to either side of his face and held before sealing their lips.

😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱 jeno must feel so sad 😭😭 she never initiated any kisses with him 😭😭😭😭 SHE EVEN FRENCH-KISSED MARK 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 —— this has gotta be the most dramatic chapter so far 😭😭😭 reading it was like a rollercoaster ride 😭😭 just when you thought things were looking up, all the good things can be shattered in mere seconds 😭😭😭 ive always thought that i could predict writers' plot but no, im always proven wrong 😭 i DIDN'T SEE THIRDWHEELER WHO IS MARK COMINGGGGGGG THE PRINCESS HAPPENED TO BE THE ONE WHO KISSED HIM TOO 😭😭😭😭😭 you completely blew my mind 😭😭😭 was it just heat of the moment kinda thing? the princess only wanted to find out for her younger self as to what kissing mark felt like, and nothing more, right? ㅠㅠ (+pay back to jeno lee for being a playboy before!!😔)

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yoooo maari if mark didn't have to enlist, he'd had been the first choice of man for this arranged marriage, right…? 😞 he's just older than jeno by a few months 😔 gosh..that fact changes the lives of these three omg…. and i respect mark for not taking advantage of the princess' sudden action initially, like he didn't move his lips omg ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ will this love triangle continue…? mark, and also the princess don't have crushes-kind of feelings for each other anymore, right? ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

poor jeno….ㅠ

I do!!!

Oh thank yooou 🥺 I don't know if I managed to do justice to this nightgown in the chapter, I thought it was so beautiful! I'm so glad to read that! The kiss scene was my dream 🤭 It's been a while since I dreamed and I tried to write down the main points but it went like that, except for the part of the discussion with Jeno.

i love it when he calls her princess all the time i want to scream. He was trying to get away! 🤣🤣🤣 but he noticed someone was looking at him so he was trying to contain his smile 😏 Tbh I didn't intend to put a love triangle in this series, I wanted to do it different from Kings, but I love drama and after I dreamed about the kiss scenario it was a little difficult. My fingers practically wrote themselves lol

Yes, exactly. To calm the hearts of readers, it was just that 🤣🤣🤣 after all the conversations with her cousin and the fact of seeing Mark again after so long, the crush she had for him "came back" so for her to understand her own feelings it was necessary to do what she always imagined when she was younger. So yep, it is a payback! Right, if the whole story of the princess kingdom uprising didn't involve the military, even the fact that Mark enlisted wouldn't be a weight for the marriage. Their lives could be very different, but there's no way you can fight with fate. Mark it's a gentleman in all my imagines because I can't picture him different!!! he was with his childhood crush and yet he didn't reciprocate the way he could because he knew it was wrong 😭 I think the spoiler I can give is that things will be less fervent after their wedding and Mark's absence will be the crucial point for the princess to understand more of her own feelings while living with Jeno.

#talkin about: welcome to the kingdom

[loiseau-lyre]

what are your thoughts on zucest fankids??

Hi Anon,

Sorry for this late answer. I'm not used to getting questions about headcanon or being asked for my opinion here, so I took some time to think about the matter and try to figure out if I really had a headcanon on that topic.

I have no definite idea about the identity of Zuko and Azula's incestuous children, or the circumstances in which they might have been born. It depends on each fiction that I write and for three different stories, I would potentially have three different versions, with children who would not necessarily be the same.

On the other hand, I think I can exclude Izumi, the heiress of Zuko according to LoK.

I will explain why:

For me, even though I happen to read and enjoy fanfics that make Izumi the baby of Zuko and Azula (whether their relationship is formalized by marriage or hidden), I can't imagine the possibility of a situation in which the Fire Nation would accept an illegitimate child, born from a scandalous relationship, in addition, ascending the throne. I believe even less in the possibility of a marriage between Zuko and Azula. I'm not saying that idea doesn't make sense. This can be defended if we consider that in many civilizations, there were marriages between members of the same family. The Fire Nation seem rather concerned with preserving blood and believe in a certain hegemony of their people. So it's entirely plausible.

But what attracts me to this ship, and you will have understood it if you have read my texts, is above all the tragic substrate that can be drawn from it. So I prefer to imagine that incest is completely taboo in the Fire Nation, making their relationship a scandalous union that they must hide at all costs.

If Azula was the Fire Lord, it wouldn't be hard to hide the identity of her kid’s father. She could easily marry a man she doesn't love, have her kids with Zuko, and still claim they're the rightful heirs (much like Cercei Lannister in GOT).

But it does not happen that way. I try to stay canon compliant with what we see in The Legend of Korra. Zuko was the Fire Lord and bequeathed his throne to his daughter (probably an only child, I think we don’t have any certitude about that). Which would mean that for Izumi to be legitimized, Zuko would have had to pretend she was someone else's child. As easy as it is to lie about someone's paternity, it's difficult to conceal who the real mother of a child is.

If Izumi is the daughter of Zuko and Azula and she has not been legitimized by marriage, there are two possibilities imo:

1) Zuko arranged himself a marriage with another woman, an accomplice, who agreed to participate in the trickery. It's not a bad idea, and it makes sense actually, but it would mean that Azula has been deprived of the opportunity to raise her child and has to put up with seeing another woman take care of it instead of her. Which I find too sad to be acceptable!

2) OR : Zuko came back to Caldera one day, a baby in his arms, without telling anyone where it comes from, and everyone would settle for that. I don't really like this trope, even if it seems possible to me if we think of Iroh’s situation, who came back with Lu Ten and legitimized him, without us ever hearing about the existence of a wife. Again, in this scenario, Azula is deprived of seeing her daughter grow up. I think I could deal with that ifAzula made the choice not to raise her baby (to save it from shame and ensure it a better future with Zuko) and walked out of their lives. But I find that quite depressing as well.

If the incestuous relationship between Zuko and Azula resulted in the birth of one or more children, then I would tend to think that these kids live in hiding, perhaps with their mother and that Zuko comes to visit them as soon as he can. (Which would also explain Azula’s disappearence in LoK)

But I can easily imagine something sadder but realistic: Azula running off with their baby and disappearing from Zuko's life for ever.

As you can see, my vision of things is far from defined.

As for the baby’s gender, I've always imagined it to be a girl, especially because it echoes Azula's relationship with her own mother. And I think it would be more of a challenge for her to raise a girl than a boy, because of that. So more interesting from my point of view!

I hope this answer was satisfactory.

Thanks for the ask!

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