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Corpse Bride

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Dead!Reader

Word Count: ~6.6k

Warnings: marrying the dead, if you've seen the movie, then you know what to expect. if you haven't seen the movie, then go watch it. it's amazing

Summary: Your hopes and dreams were taken from you in the blink of an eye. You're destined to spend eternity in the viel, waiting for your Prince Charming to show up. When he does, he claims it was a mistake. How can you convince him to stay? Will you get your second chance at love?

Square Filled: character death (2022) for @cmbingo

Author’s Note: this is one of my favorite movies, so I decided to write a story based on it.

Spencer paces the forest floor nervously with the engagement ring in his hand. He’s been a nervous wreck ever since he asked his short-term girlfriend to marry him. He’s not ready for marriage whatsoever but his parents and her parents think this marriage is a good thing and will benefit both families. His family is well off while hers is a bit poor. Her family owns a business Spencer’s parents want a part of, so if he scratches her back, she scratches his.

No matter what he does, he can’t seem to get it right. The vows are pretty easy to remember but he can’t seem to get the words out. He likes Maeve a lot and there is potential for love later on down the road but his parents want this to happen now. He left the rehearsal wedding to be on his own to gather his thoughts and feelings about this whole thing.

“I can’t do this. I’m not ready to be a husband. What were my parents thinking?” he thinks out loud. “I like Maeve. I like how she makes me feel but is she ready to be a wife? Does she even want this?”

Spencer paces back and forth with the ring in his hand.

“Come on, Spencer! What am I saying? I can’t do this to Maeve. She deserves everything good coming her way. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I were to walk out on her now? I can do this. Just take it one step at a time.”

Spencer straightens and fixes his tie to make himself look more presentable even though there is no one around but him. He raises his right hand confidently and begins his vows.

“With this hand, I will lift your sorrow.” He grabs a branch nearby and pretends it’s Maeve’s delicate one. “Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine.” He breaks off the branch and pretends it’s the cup of wine he’ll have to lift and drink from at the actual wedding. He walks over to a small stump and pretends it’s a candle that he will have to light. “With this candle, I will light your way in darkness.” He drops the branch and looks over at a set of vines that looks like a human hand. He grabs it gently and takes out the ring so he can slide it on one of the small sticks protruding from the base. “With this ring, I ask you to be mine.”

He slides the ring onto one of the sticks and pulls away with a satisfied smile. This is it, this is the moment you’ve been waiting for. You’ve laid to rest in this forest for almost half a decade just waiting for your Prince Charming to finally come save you. The one you were with did you dirty but you were okay with waiting for the right one to come by, and he’s finally here. The ring he slid on your finger is shiny and delicate just like your feelings.

Spencer looks around the empty forest and decides it’s best if he goes back to his family and does the wedding rehearsal right. Just as he is about to grab the ring, the branch crackles to life. He jumps back in shock as the ground shakes with vigor. The ground cracks and opens to give you enough room to crawl out of your shallow grave.

Spencer yells in shock when he sees a deadly hand shoot up from the ground. It’s like a scene from The Living Dead coming to life. You claw your way out of your grave and stand to your full height, and you grin at the ring on your skeleton finger. Your entire left arm is just your bones as the flesh had been eaten off previously. Your right arm is covered with sickly grey flesh that hasn’t yet been devoured. Most of your body still contains your flesh with holes showing your bones. You’re wearing a dirty white wedding dress that was your mother’s. It goes all the way down to your feet but has a slit in the front of it that goes up to your mid-thigh. It shows off both your legs when you walk--one flesh and one completely bare to the bone.

If Spencer didn’t know any better, he might have thought you were someone from a movie with a bunch of makeup on you. However, he just saw you claw your way back to the surface of Earth like it was nothing.

“My, oh my! What a beautiful ring!” you sing and dance happily around your new husband. Hearing you speak breaks Spencer out of a trance. He quickly gets up and starts running away from you, scared for his life. “Wait! Where are you going?”

Spencer is fast when he thinks his life is in danger, but you know these woods like the back of your hand. You used to sneak out here with your fiance to get away from your lives. That’s back when you thought you were going to be happy for the rest of your life. There are plentiful shortcuts to get to the entrance into the forest, so you take those to catch up to Spencer.

He pants heavily and decides to take a break right on the bridge that separates the town from the forest. He looks behind him but you’re not there. He thinks he’s safe so he turns to walk back into town but stops when you’re right in front of him. He yells and jumps back but you’re not letting him go this time.

“I do. You may not kiss the bride,” you smile.

You grab him and lean in to kiss him but he faints in your arms. You’ve never seen a person faint before. There is someone who can help so you use your deadly powers to summon yourself back into the underworld with Spencer in hand.

“Y/N! New arrival?” your best friend Marcy asks.

“No, it’s my husband.”

“Husband? That dick returned?”

“No, silly. His name is Spencer. He said his vows perfectly and gave me this ring.” You show off the delicate diamond that shines brightly against your white bones. “Isn’t it pretty?”

“What happened to him?”

“He fainted as soon as I kissed him. I’m trying to get him to Dr. Hubert. He’ll be able to help him.”

“Let me help you.”

You two take Spencer over to the doctor’s office even though none of the dead need to be seen by the doctor. He’s often stated it keeps him tied to his humanity. The doctor’s office is located right next to the bar everyone hangs out in so you’re not surprised to see the doctor taking shot after shot.

“Dr. Hubert!”

“Y/N, darling! We’ve missed you. How was the surface?”

“Riveting. I got married,” you grin and show off your ring.

“Splendid! Where is he?”

“Right here,” you say and show him Spencer who is still out cold. “He fainted when I kissed him. Is there something you can do to help him?”

“Oh, my. He’s living!”

Everyone stops their chatter to look over at Spencer. As soon as they hear a living is among them, they all get curious. No living people visit you so it’s amazing when someone does.

“Yes. Can you wake him up?”

“Let me at him!” The small bartender scatters across the bar table using his tiny bug legs. He was decapitated many centuries ago, so the only thing keeping him moving is the bugs that live inside his head. “I can tickle him awake.”

“I don’t think so, Pierre. Let Dr. Hubert handle this one.”

“Yes, I see the problem. Charger, your finest bottle, please.” The other bartender gets the best bottle of alcohol and hands it over to the doctor. He downs a shot before hovering the top of it underneath Spencer’s nose. Spencer gets one whiff of the stuff and shoots awake, like smelling salts. “Works like a charm.”

“Hey, whoa, you’re okay, darling,” you grin and calm him down.

He sees all kinds of dead people in all different stages of decomposition which freaks him out. He scrambles to get up and backs into someone who has a gaping hole in her throat.

“Are you sure he’s the one you married? He looks so scared,” Marcy asks you.

“Yes. He said his vows perfectly. Spencer, please calm down. Let me explain.”

Spencer doesn’t give you a chance because he’s already trying to get away from you. He pushes past many skeletons without knowing where he’s going. All he knows is he needs to get the hell out of here. You sigh and look at everyone who is staring at you.

“I’m sorry. He’s new at all of this. Let me go talk to him.” You follow in his footsteps but calmly. “Spencer! Come back, darling!” Spencer weaves in and out of the crowd, taking left and right turns haphazardly without knowing where it’s going to take him. “Spencer, darling, where are you?” You turn to see his legs disappear around the corner and when you go investigate, you see a set of stairs leading up to the cliffs above. Spencer is sitting on the bench trying to catch his breath. “There you are, silly.” He jumps at your voice and is about to run again but you hold your hands up. “Please don’t run. Let me explain everything.”

“Fine,” he sighs, mostly because he doesn't want to keep running.

You walk to the railing along the cliff’s edge and look at the city below.

“Isn’t this view amazing? It takes my breath away. You know, if I had any,” you chuckle. You walk over to Spencer and join him on the bench, and you smooth down your dress. “I’ll answer any questions you have.”

“What is going on? Who are you? Where am I? Who are all those people down there? Is this a joke? Is this real life?”

“Calm down, love,” you giggle. “One question at a time.”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Y/N.”

“Where am I?”

“You’re in the Underworld. It’s the place where everyone goes when they die. There is no Heaven or Hell. It’s all one place where we all reside.”

“So, you’re dead?”

“Yes.”

“How did you die?” Spencer’s eyes widen when he realizes how inappropriate that question is. “I’m sorry, it’s none of my business.”

“Spencer, you’re my husband. You can ask me anything you want. I was once in love with someone else. He was much older than I was and he told me everything I wanted to hear. He treated me like I was a princess and roped me in. When I told my parents about him, my father wasn’t thrilled I was with someone like him. He told me to stop seeing him but I wouldn't listen. This man and I decided to elope and run away. The only thing he told me to bring was cash and all the gold I could grab. I thought he wanted that to start our future with.”

Telling this story to someone in such an intimate setting brings you to tears but you refuse to let them fall.

“My mother’s wedding dress fit me like a glove. I waited at the base of the tree where you found me but he didn’t show up. I waited for what felt like hours. I was about to leave when he finally showed up. The last thing I saw was him charging at me. The first thing I saw when I woke up was my wedding dress was torn, my cash and gold were missing, and my skin was cold as ice. I was dead. I laid at the base of that tree for years, waiting for my Prince Charming to save me. Then you came along, and everything fell into place.”

“I‘m sorry,” Spencer sighs. “No one deserves that.”

“It’s in the past. You’re here now. Everything is better.”

“What about all those people down there? Are they all dead?”

“Everyone here is dead except for you. I had to bring you here. You fainted when I kissed you.”

“Can you blame me? The dead don’t rise where I’m from.”

“Fair enough,” you chuckle. “There’s good people down here. They’re super nice. If you allow it, I’d love to introduce you to some of them. Will that be okay?”

Spencer has had some time to wrap his head around this. He’s not panicking anymore, and his breathing is under control. He feels like he can address this with a calm head. He looks over your entire body and sees the ring on your skeleton hand. How the hell did he get himself in this situation?

“Yeah, that’ll be okay,” he nods.

You get up and grab Spencer’s hand that he doesn’t immediately shake off. You take him back down to the bar where everyone is having a good time. Marcy is doing shots with Dr. Hubert, and she waves you over when she sees you.

“That’s my best friend, Marcy. Next to her is Dr. Hubert. None of us need medical help, but he still likes to be called a doctor. It makes him in touch with his humanity.”

“Am I allowed to ask how they died?”

“Marcy’s story is even sadder than mine if you can believe it. I’ll let her tell you if she wants. Dr. Hubert drank himself to death. He wasn’t a bad doctor and was always sober when he was treating patients. He just had too much to drink one night and died.”

Pierre scatters across the bar counter with a tray on his head, passing out shots to people.

“Is that just a head?”

“Yeah, he was decapitated. We can’t find his body, but he’s happy like that. Come on, let me introduce you.” You take him over to the group and tap on Marcy’s shoulders. “Marcy, this is Spencer. He’s calmed down a bit.”

“Spencer! It’s so nice to meet you. You better make my girl happy.”

“Yeah,” Spencer chuckles, not knowing how to respond to that.

“Ah, he’s awake. Would you like a drink?” Pierre offers a shot.

“No, he doesn’t,” you quickly say and lean into Spencer. “You don’t want to drink this stuff.”

Spencer looks around the bar to see skeletons drinking. The liquid passes through them since they are all bones but they still enjoy it. There are others who are cut in half, so he can see the liquid slide down their bodies. Some are completely covered with flesh that looks like humans if not for the sickly grey skin. All these dead people but none of them look scary. In fact, everyone is having a good time just being in each other’s company.

If he’s being honest, this looks like a better time than most humans have up top.

“Come on, let’s sit.”

You take him over to a quiet spot in the corner where you can hear him if he talks. Spencer takes a seat and looks at the band on the stage. They’re all skeletons but they’re using their bodies as part of the instruments. One of them is using their legs as the base for a guitar, one is using a couple of heads as drums, and a bone trumpet. This is so weird but it seems to be working for them. Spencer has always thought there is some sort of life after you die, and this just so happens to be it.

“So, Spencer, tell me about you.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Why were you in that forest in the first place?”

Spencer thinks about the vows he’d been saying and his mind suddenly goes to Maeve who must be worrying crazy about him. He can’t possibly tell you about Maeve. He’s not sure how you’re going to react to that. He thinks of his parents and tries to think of a way to get out of this place.

“I needed some space to think, I guess.”

“By saying wedding vows?”

“My parents wanted me to marry young. I wanted to practice before I needed to use those vows.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, you said them perfectly,” you smile.

“Thanks.”

“What are your parents like?”

“Overbearing at times. They come from money so they often forget what it’s like to live in a world where people don’t have money. Be thankful you don’t have to meet them.” A lightbulb goes off in Spencer’s head. This is how he’s going to get out of here. “You know what, you should meet them. After all, you are my wife.”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea! Where are they buried?”

“Oh, um, they’re not… dead.”

“Oh, they’re still living? My, that does pose a challenge. One that isn’t impossible. I have an idea. Come with me.”

You take him to the one person who knows how to get to the land of the living. He’s been here the longest, one of the firsts. He’s known to many as the Caregiver because he takes care of anyone who seeks him out. His house is located on the other side of town in an old library. His love for books is unmatched by anyone who is here. People from all over come to see the kinds of books he has.

“Wow, I’ve never seen a library quite like this one before.”

The library is run down and has pieces of the building missing but Elder Henry finds it endearing.

“Elder Henry loves this place. Won’t part with it,” you whisper as you walk in. “Elder Henry? Are you around?”

“Whose there?” Elder Henry hobbles out from behind a stack of books and adjusts his glasses to see better. “Ah, Y/N. What a surprise. It’s so good to see you, my dear.”

“Likewise. I’d like you to meet my husband, Spencer.”

“What’s that? Husband?”

“It’s nice to meet you, sir,” Spencer nods politely.

“What brings you two here?”

“We’d like to go to the surface. I know you have a spell for that.”

“Ah, the surface. I’ve never seen the appeal of the living even when I was among them.”

“Is it possible? Can you do it?” Spencer asks eagerly.

“Yes, I can. There are rules, you know. Rules you must follow or else you’ll be sent back here.”

“Which are?”

Elder Henry walks around his area and gathers the things needed for the spell. He never inserts himself in other people’s business so if you want to go to the surface, then he’ll help you get there. He doesn’t need to know why, he doesn’t need to know your intentions, and he doesn’t want to know.

“For one, if you wish to come back, you must say the secret word. Hopscotch.”

“That’s fun to say,” you grin. “Hopscotch!”

“Yes, but you must abide by their rules. After all, you’re a guest in their world. Whatever they say goes, so you must be careful who you talk to.”

“Don’t worry, we’re just going to meet his parents. I’m sure they’ll love me.”

“Are you both sure you want to do this?”

“Yes,” Spencer says a bit too quickly. He clears his throat and says it more calmly this time. “I mean, yes. We do.”

“Alright then.” He takes out the ingredients and mixes them together to create a golden cloud. “Remember, to come back, you must say Hopscotch.”

Elder Henry dumps the cloud onto you and Spencer, and you’re immediately transported to the forest where he married you in the beginning. The moonlight is especially bright this time of night, and you enjoy the smell of fresh air. It’s been so long since you’ve been up here and the thought brings you to tears. You hum happily and start to elegantly dance in circles around Spencer.

“I’ve spent all my time in the darkness, I’ve forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is,” you grin.

He can’t believe he’s going to betray you. He’s wanted nothing more than to get out of that hellhole since arriving. He’s gotten to know you a bit better but not enough to want to love you. There is potential in you, for sure, and you’re such a sweet woman who wants nothing but love. You’re kind, intelligent, free, and you don’t let the bad things that have happened to you stop you from living your life.

How can he walk away knowing he’s not going to his parents?

“Okay, I’m going to go get them. You heard Elder Henry. It’s best if you minimize your contact with the living as much as possible. Just stay here and I’ll go get them.”

“Okay,” you nod and sit down on a tree stump.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t worry, I’ll bring them.”

“I believe you,” you smile. “I’ll wait right here.”

Spencer walks away from you and when he’s far enough away, he looks back at you. You’re dancing and swaying in the moonlight, your dress flowing all around you. His heart is heavy with guilt but he turns back around and continues walking. Only until you’re out of sight does he sprint all the back into town.

He runs by a wall of fliers and stops short when he sees his face on one of them. It’s a missing poster sign with a reward of ten grand on it.

MISSING: SPENCER WALTER REID. IF SEEN, PLEASE CONTACT DIANA AND WILL REID. MISSING SINCE SEPTEMBER 29TH.

That’s more than a week ago. What the hell? Time must pass differently than it does in the Underworld. He passes by his parent’s house and heads straight to Maeve’s parent’s place. He doesn’t want to alert her parents of his arrival so he goes to the back of the house where her bedroom is. Her bedroom has a balcony where she can relax that has glass double doors that lead into the room.

He jumps over the fence and knocks on the window lightly. Meave is sitting on the couch by the fireplace knitting. She jumps at the sudden noise at her back door and turns to see who it is. Her eyes widen when she sees it’s Spencer.

“Spencer!” she gasps and sets her knitting down to approach him. She unlocks the back door and opens it to let him in. “Where have you been? We’ve been looking everywhere for you. Are you alright?”

“I can’t really explain,” Spencer stutters.

Maeve reaches out and touches his hand and pulls away with a gasp.

“You’re as cold as death. What happened to you?”

“Listen, I was very apprehensive last week about getting married to you. We just got into a relationship and I thought I wasn’t ready. I freaked out and left. I guess I needed time to wrap my head around sharing my life with someone. Then something clicked in my head. I want to marry you. I want to be your husband. I want this wedding to happen. I really really like you.”

“Oh, Spencer,” she smiles and caresses his cheek. “I really like you too. Maybe even love.” She leans in to kiss him but Spencer notices something moving outside on Maeve’s balcony. When he sees the white wedding dress, he gasps and staggers back. “Spencer? What’s wrong?”

Before Spencer can say anything, you open the door and allow a huge gust of wind to enter the room. Your veil flows over your head, and you cough as you move it out of your face. You look at Spencer and notice a young woman standing next to him.

“Darling, I just wanted to meet--Spencer, who is this?” you ask and slink up to his side.

“Who is she?” Maeve asks.

“I’m his wife,” you say and show off the ring he gave you.

She gasps when she recognizes it as the one he was supposed to give her.

“Spencer?”

“No, Maeve. I’m not married to her. She’s dead.”

He grabs your skeleton arm to show her and your heart breaks at the thought of him going to another woman’s home after marrying you. You yank your arm from him and step away with a deadly look on your face.

“Hopscotch,” you growl.

Just as quickly as you came to the land of the living, you returned just the same. You appear in Elder Henry’s library where you departed from. You push Spencer away from you with hot tears running down your face.

“I can’t believe you! You lied to me! You didn’t want to visit your parents. You wanted to go to that other woman!”

“Don’t you understand? You’re the other woman.”

“No! You married me!” you cry and turn away from him.

“She’s got a point,” Elder Henry shrugs.

“I thought things were going really well,” you sniffle.

“Look, I’m sorry but this can’t work.”

“Why not?” you ask and turn to face him. “It’s my bones, isn’t it? You don’t want to see them.”

“No, it’s not that,” he sighs and runs his hands down his face. “Look, you’re an amazing woman. You’re kind and sweet and I hate what that man did to you. Under different circumstances, I’d honestly want to be with you, but we’re too different. You’re dead.”

“You should have thought of that before you asked me to marry you.”

“Why can’t you see that it was a mistake? I would never marry you.”

Silence falls in the library. If your heart could break, then they would hear it. You’ll never be someone’s bride. Always the bridesmaid. How could you expect someone as good-looking and amazing as Spencer would want you? He realizes what he said but he can’t take it back. Your shoulder sag and you sigh sadly. You turn away and walk away to be alone. Spencer opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out.

He lets you walk away.

You don’t know where you’re going just that you’re walking wherever your legs carry you. You find yourself at the park with a nice gazebo that is romantic most of the time. You take a seat under the middle of it and look at your wedding ring. He never wanted to marry you. This was a mistake. Who would want to marry you? Maybe you’re just damaged goods and too broken for anyone to love.

“Hey, are you okay? Where’s Spencer?” You look up to see Marcy walking over to you. It takes everything in you not to break down crying but you tell her the entire story. “I’m gonna beat his ass.”

“No, don’t. Maybe he’s right. Maybe we are too different. You should have seen her Marcy. She’s beautiful. Maybe he does belong with her. Little Miss Living,” you say in a sad, sarcastic tone. “With her rosy cheeks and beating heart.”

“Those girls got nothing on you. You’re so much better than them. Looks don’t matter. You’re such a kind and beautiful soul.” Her pep talk doesn’t seem to be working so she tries something else. “What does she have that you don’t? I don’t need to know what she looks like to know she doesn’t hold a candle to your beautiful smile.”

“How about a pulse?” you sigh.

“That’s overrated. Plus, she’s not wearing his ring. You are. She doesn’t compare to you.”

“She still breathes air.”

“Who cares? That shouldn’t matter when he knows the kind of person you are… how special you are.”

“I don’t want to be dead,” you whisper fearfully. “I never wanted to be dead. I wish I could be alive again. To feel the sun on my skin. To feel pain. Don’t get me wrong, I love everyone down here, but I can’t feel pain. Physical, that is. The pain I feel now… my heart hurts but it doesn’t beat, it’s breaking.”

Marcy puts a hand on your back and rubs it soothingly. She knows how long you’ve waited to find your Prince. You were a young girl in love just looking for someone to love you back. Is that too much to ask?

“What you just told me, it seems like the only redeeming feature about her is that she’s alive. You know that’s just temporary. Down here is forever. Down here is more than a lifetime.”

“I guess,” you sigh sadly.

“Y/N?” You and Marcy look up to see Spencer standing at the edge of the gazebo nervously. “Can I talk to you?”

“You’re about five seconds away from getting an ass-kicking,” Marcy growls and stands up.

“Marcy, it’s okay,” you calm her down. “I can handle this.”

“Just call if you need me.”

She walks off and Spencer takes her seat next to you.

“Listen, I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it.”

“I get it, Spencer. She has what I don’t. A beating heart.”

“That doesn’t… Look, it’s no secret you’re amazing. Even dead, you’re very beautiful. I don’t know how that other guy let you go so easily. I don’t know why bad things happen to good people. Just know that whatever our differences are, it’s not because you’re dead.”

“Do you mean that?” you ask and look up at him.

“Yes, I do.”

Spencer tucks your hair behind your ear delicately. This is the first romantic moment you two have had in weeks but it’s everything you could have wanted and more. Spencer notices someone walking in the distance and recognizes it as someone he knows.

“Excuse me.”

He gets up and leaves you alone on the gazebo bench. You’re not sure who this person is or what he is talking about, but Spencer leaves abruptly with an upset look on his face.

“Spencer?” you ask but he doesn’t look at you.

You get up to follow him but decide against it. He might need some time to himself, so you go searching for someone who might be able to help you. Marcy is in the bar where you first woke Spencer up, and she is playing a game of darts. When she sees you, she drops the darts and heads over to you.

“Is everything alright?”

“I don’t know.” You pull her off to the side so you can talk to her privately, an alley between the bar and the doctor’s office. “He apologized for what he said. We were having a moment but he saw someone he knew and went to talk to him. He walked off without another word. Are all men like this?”

“Sweetheart, be thankful you never had to deal with those kind of men. None of them are very bright.”

“Y/N, we need to talk.” You look to the right to see Elder Henry walking over with a book in his hand. “I’m afraid it can’t wait.”

“What’s going on?”

“There is a complication with your marriage. The vows are binding only until death do you part.”

“What are you saying?” you gasp fearfully.

“Death has already parted you.”

“No! If he finds out he’s gonna leave. There must be something you can do.”

Elder Henry puts the book on a trash can lid and flips a few pages.

“There is one way. It requires the greatest sacrifice. Spencer would have to give up the life he had forever. He would need to repeat his vows in the land of the living and drink from the wine of ages.”

“Poison!” you gasp.

“This would stop his heart forever. Only then would he be free to give it to you.”

Spencer is around the corner listening to the entire conversation. His eyes are wide in fear of what you’re going to say. He looks around the corner and sees you fall to your knees in sorrow.

“I could never ask him. What kind of person would I be if I took that away from him?”

Spencer really likes Maeve and could see a future with her, but he’s also torn with choosing you. All you wanted was for someone to love you unconditionally, and you will have that if he chooses you. He’s been spending all his time with you.

“You don’t have to,” Spencer says, making himself known. “I’ll do it.”

“My boy, if you choose this path, you may never return to the world above. Do you understand?”

Spencer holds his hand out for you and pulls you to your feet.

“I do.”

Looks like a wedding is happening. Everyone in the Underworld is excited that their own Corpse Bride is getting the moment she finally deserves. Spencer is kind of excited to be living down here after seeing so many people bond over being dead. Elder Henry works hard to create a spell that will transfer everyone down below to the world above. This will be the wedding of the century for both the living and the dead.

Because you’re going to the world above, you have to abide by their rules. The living weren't thrilled to have the dead roam the streets. In fact, they were mostly horrified to see skeletons walk down the street. Still, you and the others make your way down to the church for the ceremony. The pastor wasn’t too happy to have the dead knocking at his door, but you won’t allow him to spoil this evening.

Everyone settles into the pew as you and Spencer sand at the altar. Elder Henry walks behind the table and lays the book down with the bottle of poison. There is an empty cup next to Spencer while you have the whole bottle. Spencer has to admit that seeing your happy smile is bringing him joy.

This is it. This is what you’ve been waiting for since you were murdered.

“Dearly beloved and departed,” Elder Henry begins, “we are gathered here today to join this man and this corpse in marriage. Living first.”

Spencer turns to you and raises his right hand.

“With this hand, I will lift your sorrows.” He grabs the empty cup and raises it. “Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine.”

“Now you,” Elder Henry says to you.

“With this hand, I will lift your sorrows.” You grab the bottle of poison to pour into his cup. “Your cup will never empty.” You pour the poison into his cup. “For I will be--” As you’re pouring, you notice someone standing next to a pillar behind Spencer. You do a double-take to confirm it’s Maeve. She’s dressed in a wedding dress. She must have gotten married to someone else and didn’t want that, so she came here in hopes of seeing Spencer. “I will be…”

“Go on, my dear,” Elder Henry says.

You take a deep breath.

“Your cup will never empty… for I will be…”

“I will be your wine,” Spencer finishes for you.

He raises the cup of poison to his lips to drink, but you can’t let him do this. You quickly put your hand over the top so he doesn’t drink a drop.

“She’s having second thoughts,” someone whispers in the crowd.

“I can’t,” you say and look at Maeve again.

“What’s wrong?”

He goes to look at what you’re looking at but you put a hand on his cheek to stop him. Your heart hurts again but not for you. It’s for them. You had your chance. Now you’re taking someone else’s chance.

“This is wrong. I was a bride. My dreams were taken from me. Now I’ve stolen them from someone else.” Two tears roll down your cheeks. “I love you, Spencer, but you are not mine.”

You hold your hand out to Maeve who walks into the light. Spencer turns and gasps when he sees her. Everyone in the crowd gasps as she joins you on the altar. You grab her hand and place it in Spencer’s before letting go of him.

“Oh, how touching,” someone says from the church doors. Everyone turns their head to see who it is, and when you catch a glimpse, your face goes ghostly white. You take a step back in shock and put a hand on the table to prevent yourself from falling. “I always cry at weddings. Our young lovers together at last. Surely now, they can live happily ever after.” The man walks down the aisle closer to the altar. “But you forget,” he grabs Maeve’s arm and pulls her into him, “she’s still my wife! I will not leave here empty-handed!”

“You,” you gulp.

The man looks at you and his eyes widen.

“Y/N? No, I left you.”

“For dead,” you say quietly.

Everyone in the church gasps loudly at the realization that the man who stands before you is your murderer. He backs away with Maeve in his arms just as everyone stands in anger for what he did to you. There is a corpse with a sword hanging out of his body that Justin grabs. He places the sharp end over Maeve’s throat with a glare.

“Take your hands off her,” Spencer glares and walks toward them.

“Do I have to kill you, too?”

Justin shoves Maeve away and goes to swipe at Spencer but he jumps out of the way. Spencer is not equipped for hand-to-hand combat so he’s easily outdone by Justin, but you’re not going to let Justin take away something else from you. Spencer trips and falls, making him an easy target. Justin raises the sword to bring it down on him but you quickly step in the way so that the sword ends up in you.

Everyone gasps in shock and backs away but the sword does nothing to you. You grip the handle of the sword and take it out of you before pointing it at Justin.

“Touche, my dear,” Justin says.

“Get out,” you give him a deadly glare.

“Oh, I’m leaving,” he chuckles darkly and walks around you to the table with the cup of poison. Although, he doesn't know it’s poison. He grabs it and holds it in the air. “First, a toast to Y/N! Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Tell me, my dear, can a heart still break once it’s stopped beating?”

You want to cry. You want to scream and yell and kick but you’re not back home. All your friends get up to defend your honor but Elder Henry holds them back.

“We are in the land of the living. We have to abide by their rules.”

Justin raises the cup and drinks the entire glass. He walks away with his head held high but before he can get to the door, he chokes on nothing. He grabs his heart and staggers, and Elder Henry steps aside knowing that Justin is no longer part of the living.

“Not anymore,” Marcy smirks.

“She’s right. He’s all yours.”

All of your friends gather around the man who killed you to give him a taste of his own medicine. You turn to Spencer and Maeve who are overwhelmed by what happened.

“Spencer, I never thought I’d see you again,” Maeve smiles up at him.

You smile tearfully at the happy couple and turn to leave. You reach the doors to the church when Spencer stops you.

“Wait, I made a promise.”

“You kept your promise. You set me free.” You take off your wedding ring and place it in his open hand. “Now I can do the same for you.”

You turn and walk down the steps of the church only looking back once at Spencer. A white light encases your body as your soul is released to be whatever it wants to be. After years of being in pain, you’re finally able to take a deep breath in without it hurting.

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NO ME QUEDA MAS

pairing: hajime iwaizumi x female reader

description: iwaizumi’s wedding day was a day you dreaded for many years. now that the day had finally come, you regret never telling him how you feel.

word count: 1.6k

also available to read on my ao3 here

author’s note: finally, a new theme! i’m on an angst GRIND, you guys. been feeling really unhinged lately thanks to my girl @intorder for giving me fuel for angst, who also beta read this hurt piece. oddly enough, my life has been pretty good lately, so idk why i thought to write this. i’ve never written for iwaizumi before, but he came to mind first when i thought of this idea. this was definitely inspired by that one scene in 13 going on 30, but i made it hurt even more. i hope i did iwaizumi justice, and i hope you all enjoy without crying?

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“well? how do i look?”

iwaizumi turned around to face you as he showed off his suit. you couldn’t believe he was actually getting married today, and that the person he was marrying wasn’t you. it was hellish to shove your feelings down your throat for decades, especially when your friendship suffered god knows how many miles apart.

a part of you died the day he returned from california. you were so thrilled to see him, missing him so, but your heart shattered the second you saw he brought a girl with him. it was even worse when iwaizumi spoke to you about her, saying he felt like he knew she was the girl he would marry the second he saw her. you wanted to be that girl, and maybe you could’ve if you simply spoke up. after all, everyone always teased you two about ending up together growing up.

“you look great, iwa.” you force a smile. it wasn’t a lie, he was the most handsome man you’d ever seen, standing so proud and tall in his suit. not a single scratch or crease on his shoes nor any signs of wear in his jacket. as much as it pained you to see it, iwaizumi had grown up.

“you think so?” he asked, checking himself out in the mirror, scanning for any flaws in his outfit. “i could’ve sworn i saw lint on the back of my jacket.”

“oh, i can get it.” you offer. iwaizumi immediately said “yes, please” and “thank you” before you stood up to help him. his back faced you, shoulders as strong as ever, making this all the more difficult for you. if you were his bride, you probably wouldn’t be seeing him like this right now. it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, after all.

“how come your groomsmen aren’t up here helping you?” you ask, cursing yourself in your head for being so nosy.

“i’m sure you can understand i didn’t want oikawa up my ass before i go down there.” iwaizumi chuckled. you force yourself to copy his laughter, pretending as if you found this so hilarious. if oikawa were here, you wouldn’t be ridden with temptation right now. only he could stop you from saying things you knew you’d regret.

“i guess i should feel special then, huh?” you question. “be the first to see you like this…”

“mhm.” he replied, you see him nod in the mirror. “special privileges for my best friend.”

you felt your stomach tie up in knots as he said that. best friend. that’s all you were, that’s all you ever allowed yourself to be. it could’ve been you waiting for him at the altar, but instead you’re helping him get prepared to marry another woman, ready to beg him to run away with you.

you pretend to inspect the back of his jacket, knowing there wasn’t any lint anyway. it was absolutely flawless, just like him. this was torture for you, and you couldn’t stand another second longer.

“listen, iwa…” you begin to say. “i should tell you something before you go down there.”

“oh?” iwaizumi turned around to face you. you felt as if his eyes were piercing through your soul, making your heart race faster than it was before. “what is it?”

“i, um…” you hesitate. was it too late to go back? yes, yes it was. “i think you’re marrying the wrong girl today.”

“huh?” he furrowed his eyebrows.

“i mean, i think you should be marrying me instead.” you blurt out.

“y/n, what are you talking about?” iwaizumi questioned. this couldn’t be real, this couldn’t be happening right as he was about to get married.

“i’m in love with you, iwa. i love you.” you admit, your heart racing upon your confession. you should feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders, but something heavy still lingered on top of you.

“no…” he shook his head. iwaizumi had rejected the possibility a long time ago. even if he loved you just as long as you loved him, you were just too late.

“yes. i am.” you say.

“you’re saying this now?” he asked you. it almost made him want to laugh. life was just so funny, he thought to himself. why couldn’t you have said this before? why did you wait until he was about to get married? if things were different, iwaizumi would be reacting to this much differently right now.

“i know i should’ve told you before you went to california—“

“should’ve? i wanted you to!” iwaizumi interrupted you, much to your shock. “everyone said you were going to before i left! i just figured they were just messing with me afterwards…”

you remember telling oikawa how you felt about iwaizumi, it was his idea to tell him before iwaizumi left for california. you had it all planned out in your head, but as you stood there at the airport, you couldn’t find the words anymore. you chickened out, cursing yourself on the way home and the days that would come. it only made you feel worse when iwaizumi found someone.

what you didn’t know was that he expected your confession that day. you should’ve known oikawa would run his mouth. he always meant well, always hoping you’d end up with iwaizumi, but look at you now, a delusional fool.

“i was going to, iwa. i just got scared…” you confess to him. “if i could go back to that day, i’d do it differently.”

“well, you can’t turn back time, y/n. it’s too late.” he said coldly, almost like a stab to the heart.

“why not?” you ask, desperately clinging onto your delusions.

“i moved on.” iwaizumi replied. he might as well be twisting a knife, even if he was merely speaking the truth. “we've both gone down different paths, we both made choices, and this is what i’m choosing.”

“i just thought…” you began to say, but fall silent.

“just thought what?” he asked, raising his voice. “that i’d give up everything i’ve built for a last minute confession? one that i gave up on waiting for years ago?”

you don’t say anything. what was there to say? it was exactly what that sick part of you deep down expected. how stupid of you to think he would drop everything just because you finally had the courage to confess your feelings. if there wasn’t a whole wedding waiting to happen, maybe iwaizumi would change his mind.

you look away in shame. even if you didn’t speak your thoughts aloud, you still felt disgusted now that the reality of your confession hit you. you were terrible to think this way. not just a terrible person, but a terrible friend too. it was unfair to expect such a tall order out of him, especially now.

“my family’s down there, my soon-to-be in-law’s are down there.” iwaizumi said. “we care about each other, you know?”

“i know.” you say quietly as you bite your lip.

“y/n, you…” he let out a sigh. “you don't always get the dream house… but you get awfully close.”

you look up to meet his eyes, tears streaming down your face. to him, you were always the dream house. if only you had known that before, you thought. iwaizumi felt ridden with guilt rejecting you like this, and it didn’t help that you were crying your eyes out.

“please don't cry, y/n.” he begged you.

“what? no, i'll be fine, i promise.” you force out a laugh, no matter how much it killed you. you saw the look in iwaizumi’s eyes. he knew you weren’t truly okay, but he also knew that you were letting him go. it was the right thing to do.

“y/n…”

“it’s okay. i'm fine.” you wipe away your tears, trying your best to be strong. “i'm just crying because i'm happy. i want you to be so, so happy.”

you did, you wanted him to be happy. even if it wasn’t with you, you owed him the ability to be happy. it was the least you could do while you still had some of your dignity left.

“i love you, iwa.” you barely get the words out. “you… you're my best friend.”

you see iwaizumi’s eyes well up with tears, a rare sight to see. only you could produce such a reaction out of him. only you would truly have his heart forever, but life doesn’t always work out the way you want it to. it was just the way things go.

“i should go. everybody’s waiting for you.” you say, on your way out the door.

“y/n, i...” you stop in your tracks, waiting for what he’d say next, and it only crushed you even more. “i've always loved you.”

overwhelmed, you walk out of the room in tears, ready to bolt out of the venue without another thought. oikawa found you on your way out, asking what was wrong and where you were going, but when he saw mascara running down your face, he knew exactly what happened, and he knew he should’ve been there to stop it.

you insist to oikawa that he tell iwaizumi you were sorry before you finally left the venue. you couldn’t stand to be there a second longer, you just had to get out of here. as you head to your car, you hear the beginning of the wedding march play. the sound brought you to your knees as you violently sobbed. if this was rock bottom, then you finally reached it.

as much as you wanted to cry there forever, you force yourself to get up, finally finding the strength to get into your car. you didn’t know where you were headed, but you knew you had to drive off somewhere far away from here. if only you could just turn back time.

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live-laugh-neteyam · 1 year

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can you do a hurt/comfort w/ Neteyam, Ao'nung, or Lo'ak where they're in a arranged marriage and the reader thinks that they don't love her the way she loves them.

kind of based off of that one scene from the Corpse Bride?

"I love you, Victor. But you're not mine,"

that's if you're taking requests. if not, I love your works and thanks for reading this! ❤️

You’re Not Mine ||| lo’ak x omatikaya!reader

hi lovie! thanks for the request 💞 ok so I've never seen the corpse bride so hopefully I didn't butcher this 🙈

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pairings: lo’ak x omatikaya!fem!reader

summary: alexa, play yours by conan gray

words: 1k

warnings/notes: angst (because that’s all I know how to do apparently) arranged marriage, one sided love, use of y/n, lo’ak is emotionally constipated, sweet ending tho

It was never difficult to love him. Falling for him was the easiest thing you had ever done. Like a moth to a flame you were drawn to him from the start. All he had to do was want you back.

But he never did.

Always feeling like the outcast of the clan, Lo'ak kept his heart guarded. More often than not he'd get hurt and he couldn't stand another heartbreak.

So Lo'ak swore off love. Never giving anyone a chance he declined every potential mate that came his way. He'd rather stay alone than risk the familiar ache in his chest.

Lo'ak's stubbornness as usual was testing his father's patience. Being well into adulthood, Jake was ready to see his youngest son settle down. It seemed the only way for that to happen was for Jake to take matters into his own hands.

The Olo'eyktan noticed the way your eyes always seemed to land on Lo'ak no matter what you were doing. You had grown into a fine hunter, beloved by the clan. You would be a great match for his son.

Jake sat you down along with your parents to ask your approval. He wouldn't force you into something you didn’t want, but he felt an arranged marriage would be best for his son.

The idea of finally being with the man you've been in love with for years lit your heart ablaze. But then the cruel reality of it came crashing down.

It was an arrangement. Not love.

With teary eyes you accepted Jake's proposal. You'd rather have Lo'ak to some extent than lose him completely.

Lo'ak was outraged with his father for not only allowing this, but causing it. He became shut off even more than he already was. Lo'ak hardly even looked at you anymore. It broke your heart.

A part of Lo'ak felt bad for resenting you. Deep down he knew you didn't deserve to be treated like this, stuck in this arrangement just like him. But his twisted mind told him that you were only here because you pitied him.

You tried desperately to get Lo’ak to see your love for him. But it was no use, you couldn’t make him see what he refused to.

Preparing dinner for yourself you weren’t expecting Lo’ak to be home anytime soon. Usually he stayed out until eclipse. You assumed that he couldn’t stand to be around you anymore than he had to.

You heard someone enter the tent. Looking up you were met with the last person you expected. Eyes widening you couldn’t help the look of shock on your face.

Lo’ak took in your wide eyes. You quickly went back to what you were doing. He sighed. After a few weeks of sulking he decided to actually give this a shot. If you had to be together it shouldn’t have to be miserable.

Besides, Lo’ak would be lying if he said he didn’t like you. Growing up he always admired your kindness. You never treated anyone differently, including himself.

“You’re back early.” You whispered as he sat across from you.

“I thought we could eat together.” He said nervously.

“Why?” It slipped out before you could stop it. You internally cringed at your bluntness.

“I understand if you don’t want to. I just thought-“ he sighed trailing off.

“I’d love to, Lo’ak.” You smiled at him.

“But why?” He stared at you stunned. “I’ve been nothing but an asshole to you when you did nothing to deserve it.”

“I want to make this work.”

“You don’t have to pretend Y/N. You can leave at any time and I won’t say a thing. I won’t fuck up your life anymore than I already have.”

“Lo’ak.” You sighed. “Please don’t say such things.”

“Please don’t.” He sighed looking up at you with watery eyes.

“Don’t what?” Your heart pinching at the sight of him.

“Don’t act like you want me. I wouldn’t be able to take the rejection. Not from you.” A tear slid down his cheek.

“Oh Lo’ak,” you sighed reaching your hand out to cup his cheek.

“No one wants me. Not even myself.” He whispered just loud enough for you to hear.

His words broke your heart in two. If only he knew how truly loved he was. Lo’ak caused himself the headache he was trying to avoid by building his walls too high.

"I want you!” You exclaimed. All of the pent up emotion you’ve been holding for weeks exploding out of you. “I would rip my heart out and lay it at your feet if that's what you asked of me."

“Y/N, what are you saying?” He breathed.

"I see you, Lo'ak." You confessed, hugging yourself tight as tears stung your eyes. "But you're not mine."

Lo’ak stared at you stunned. He couldn’t believe that you, the kindness and purest person he knew saw something worthwhile in him.

“I’m so stupid.” He muttered rubbing his palms over his face. “I’m so sorry Y/N.”

You took his hands in yours slowly bringing them up to your lips. Not breaking eye contact with him you gently kissed his knuckles.

“I. See. You.” You mumbled, lips still pressed against his knuckles.

Lo’ak stared in awe at you. His heartbeat quickened as a strange swirling feeling took over his stomach. Looking down he noticed the way you gently cradled his hands, as if you were holding precious stones.

His breath caught in his throat. He cursed himself for being so hard hearted. How did he go so long without seeing you?

Moving his hands to cup your face he slowly leaned in. Your eyes fluttered closed in anticipation for what was to come, praying that this wasn’t a dream.

His lips hesitantly met yours. You felt like your body was lit on fire. Pulling him closer you passionately kissed him back. As your lips moved in sync the sound of walls crumbling filled your ears.

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'Remember Me Now?'

Pairing. Sunghoon x fem!reader

Genre. Fluff

Warnings. None

Synopsis. It was your sister's wedding- and you expected it to be quite exhausting. Except this certain man made your day better, not realizing he was the boy you spent your childhood with.

So, the day was finally here. The day you were dreading ever since your future brother in law proposed to your sister. Yeah I know it's rude but, it takes a lot of effort to prepare a wedding, right? Your family wasn't the ordinary. Normal families would have have the couple arrange the marriage- well this family makes the couple sit on thrones the entire time while the rest of the members arranged it. I mean- who can go against tradition?

You were the next in line, which meant you were the one to socialize with every aunt and uncle who was present- not even knowing how they were related to you. You asked your mom uncountable times that you'd help her behind the scenes, but she won. Now you have to smile and talk to everyone. You have to be in everyone's display as 'the bride's sister'. I'm telling you it's an introvert's nightmare.

Atleast you won over something- not going to a salon.

Yeah you do not like other people dress you up- and paying for it too? Who does that?

"Momm" you called her as you ran to her room. "Mom zip this for me" you asked.

She did, right after that she turned you around and started ranting about how you should put on some makeup.

"You're the bride's sister! Dress up for once y/n" she said.

"Alright alright" you groaned as you went to your sister's room to take some of hers.

You immediately took a call to your best friend- who is an expert in this stuff.

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"Awhh you look so pretty!" Wonyoung said after she instructed you on how to apply it.

You sighed.

"Oh cheer up, I bet boys would be drooling over you bestie- I promise you it'll be fun alright?" She assured you.

"Thanks bae" you said as you started doing your hair. "I'm leaving in 20 minutes so I think I'll have to hang up" you said.

"Mmkay- I love you bye!" She replied.

You took a deep breath as you got out of the car.

'This is it y/n, this is where you die' you thought to yourself. You helped your sister get off the car, then made your way to the hall. You followed your mom everywhere, pretending to be busy as you weren't ready to socialize yet. Your mom then called you to arrange a few things, and you went gladly.

"Hey y/n" she said.

"Hm?"

"Remember Sunghoon?" She asked you.

"As in.. Mrs. Park's son? The ones who's studying in China?"

"Yes. He's arrived in Korea for the holidays, I hope you can speak to him as well"

"Him?? He's way older!"

"Oh he's only two years apart, besides, you used to play with each other all the time"

"That was years ago mom- I don't even remember how he looks"

"Okay okay, now go on and talk" she pushed you into the main hall. You looked back at her, terrified. She gestured you to walk forward.

Not even 2 minutes and you found yourself in a group of three middle aged women.

"Look at you! You've become so pretty!" One of them said, holding your right arm. You smiled. Just like that you had to smile at every person who spoke to you.

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After what felt like hours, it was finally dinner time- which meant you could take a break.

You were tired. Exhausted. You went out to the garden to get some fresh air. You already fell in love with the place. It had greenery everywhere you turned, and a fountain in the middle with benches next to it. The area was lit up with dull lights- you finally felt at peace.

You sat on a bench which faced the city. Oh how you loved the sight of the city- especially at night. You removed your 3 inch heels, your feet swollen from all the walking- only to find a scratch on your right ankle.

"Ouch!" You whispered as you tried to move your foot.

"Hi there"

You flinched. You looked up to see a tall man wearing a black suit, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a glass with grape juice in it.

"H- hi" you said.

"Are you okay?" He kept his drink on the bench as he knelt down to take a look at your wound, his dyed silver hair falling perfectly on his face. He took out a tissue and folded it into four, then placed it on the wound. You furrowed your eyebrows- he chuckled at the sight. He carried your foot and put it back into the shoe.

"Here, it'll make it easier to walk" he said, placing your foot down. He got up and sat next to you.

"Thanks" you said.

He smiled at you. Gosh- why was he so good looking though?

"Uhm- well-"

"Bride's sister huh, must be tough" he said.

"How'd you know?"

"You don't remember me?" He said pretending to be hurt.

"Uhhh"

"I won't tell you"

So, you two spoke for the next 10 minutes- you didn't even know his name yet. You didn't realise how fast time was passing until you heard 'Kataware doki', your favorite piano piece, playing from the hall.

"Oh the dancing" you mumbled. "This song is so pretty, listen"

He stared at you for a moment, then got up and stood in front of you.

"May I have this dance?" He asked, bowing with his hand reaching out.

"Of course" you giggled, taking his hand.

The swelling was long forgotten once he placed his pretty hands on your waist and shoulder.

"I'm not the best at this" you said chuckling.

"You'll get the hang of it, just follow my lead" he said, raising your chin up with his left hand.

Soon, you were twirling in his hold, and you didn't want it to end. Except it did. You locked eyes with him, his hand still on your waist, and faces just inches apart. His eyes were now on your lips, you observed how his eyelashes fluttered as he looked back and forth at your eyes and lips. Your eyes couldn't keep still either, and they did the same. You two got closer by the minute, it was like you were in a daze. Your noses were brushing on each other, his lips now parted.

'Just kiss me already' you said in your mind.

The next song started playing, which made the both of you come back to your senses. You took a step behind, looking down as you played with your fingers.

"I- I need to go" you said, avoiding eye contact.

He took a step forward, taking your hands in his.

You let go, giving him a soft smile. You made your way back to the hall, where your work awaited you.

As you opened the glass doors, the sound of people's chattering instantly filled your ears. It was as though you had woken up from the most beautiful dream, and now having to face reality. You let out a deep sigh as you had to put on that fake smile again.

After half an hour of socializing, you saw your mom calling you from a distance, a familiar woman by her side.

"Y/n, remember Mrs. Park?" Your mother said, introducing you to her.

"Oh hello!" You bowed at her.

"Oh my gosh y/n! Look at you- you've grown so much! You're so pretty now!" She said, pulling you in for a hug.

"Awh Mrs. Park how've you been!" You asked her, still in her hold.

"I've been great!" She replied, parting the hug. "Have you met Sunghoon yet? I hope you still remember him" she laughed.

"Of course I do!" You told her, chuckling.

She then gestured someone behind you to come.

"Here he is!" You turned to look at him.

'What. The. Hell.'

The guy you danced with- WHAT?

Your eyes widened. You shook his hand, your mouth slightly parted out of shock.

"Remember me now?" He said, leaning in with a small smirk on his face.

End.

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nickfowlerrr · 1 year

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my moodboard for @the-slumberparty’s test your palette visual challenge. this certainly sparked something in my mind.

short fic below the cut bc i was inspired 🕯️🥀🌚

the devil’s bride

pairing: demon!lee bodecker x witch!reader

warnings: 18+ only.

words: 2.3k

notes: idk i just had a thought and ran with it lol. let me know what you think. feedback and reblogs are always welcome and so appreciated. thanks in advance for reading 🖤

You came back to town for your sister’s funeral, heartbroken and enraged. She wasn’t a stupid girl. She never would have been out so late by herself, let alone drinking. The story you were told of what happened that night made no sense. None of it.

So you decided you’d find the truth on your own.

A simple incantation over a rigorously detailed ritual offering and not three days later the man she’d been seeing was mysteriously found dead. The church mourned over yet another life gone too soon as you scoffed at the scene. The spell worked to find her killer but you still felt a pull to do more. You were closer to the truth now, knowing Frank had killed her, but you surely weren’t the only one who knew that. The cover up story for your sister’s death, the one that made her out to be just some drunk harlot who was in the wrong place at the wrong time, it came from somewhere. From someone.

You soon enough got your hands on the official case files. Each and every paper was filled out and signed off by the same man. Sheriff Lee Bodecker.

There was nothing you could truly do for your sister now, you knew that. But your rage only grew more palpable with each page you turned, with every lie you read. A fire burned within you and all you could see was red. All you could think was revenge. You wanted to know why. This was only a small piece of the puzzle that was Lee Bodecker. He was hiding something much bigger, much darker behind the “small” cover ups you were sure he hardly thought twice about.

There was something evil brewing in this town, dark, unnaturally powerful. You could feel it the moment you’d arrived. And your gut told you he was at the center of it. You were going to find out exactly what it was he was hiding, one way or another.

He wasn’t the only person willing to work with the devil himself to get their way. And when a girl looks as sweet as you, even the sharpest of men won’t see her coming.

You’d made a deal with the devil before, one more couldn’t hurt. He’d find you to collect eventually, you’d make the most of what magic and time you had left to try and do what little good you could.

You would just need to get close to him, gain his trust, and then find out the truth. Once you knew, you’d make your pact to put an end to whatever it was that was going on here, whatever shady dealings your sister had gotten entangled in that ended in her losing her life and having her name and reputation unfairly tarnished.

Two weeks of watching the Sheriff, two weeks of careful planning until you were sure you were ready to approach him. You pulled at the skirt of your dress with one hand, the other holding your homemade pie as you carefully walked up the steps to his house. You made sure you looked as nice as you could, all made up and dressed just right to ensure you would hold his eye the moment he saw you.

The sheriff was an intimidating presence, you could feel it even now. He held power and there was something in his eye that made it near impossible to look away once he had you in his sights. He was a handsome man, too, only adding to the draw you couldn’t deny. You took a breath to steel yourself before knocking on the door. It was only a moment until he answered.

“Can I help you, darlin’?” he asked after pulling open his front door, looking you up and down. You didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered on your cleavage, the top button of your dress having been purposely left undone to give him just a little view.

“Hi there, uh, Sheriff?” you asked feigning uncertainty, “I’m not sure I’m at the right address,” you laughed coyly, balancing the freshly baked pie in your hands.

“You’re at the right place,” he reassured you. “What can I do for you, sweetheart?”

You internally cringed at the pet name but forced a demure smile on your lips as you fluttered your lashes up at him; his crystal blue eyes peering down at you.

“The real question is what can I do for you, Sheriff. I just wanted to come by and say thank you, for all your hard work. Abigail was my sister, she uhm,” you paused, swallowing the small lump in your throat, “well you know, all that went down. I’m just thankful you got the case solved as quickly as you did. It was, horrible. But better to know what happened than to be left wondering,” you smiled sadly.

You lifted the pie in your hands to bring it up to him, your offering. “Wasn’t sure what the best way to thank you would be, but I figured a pie wouldn’t hurt to start with.”

“That’s mighty kind of you,” he paused, prompting you to give him your name. You did and watched as he repeated it, your name falling off his tongue, nearly dripping in honey from his accent. You smiled.

“I’m sorry about your sister,” he offered, your jaw tightening as you worked to keep your smile on your lips, hoping the flash of ire that burned in your eyes wasn’t noticeable to him. That wasn’t why you were here, but you knew he didn’t care, and hearing him say he did irritated you.

“But thank you. Who am I to turn down a pie from a pretty lady,” he smirked, letting his eyes roam over your body once again when he took the pie from your hands. “Sure looks good,” he said, his eyes still on you, “bet it tastes good, too.”

“Only one way to find out,” you said, voice wavering on sultry as you held his eye before dropping your gaze to his pink lips briefly, then back up. You held your hands behind your back as you blinked up at him. You smiled again when his tongue jutted out to wet his lips. “You let me know how you like it. And if I can do anything else for you, Sheriff, just let me know.”

You made to turn and go, but his voice stopped you, just like you hoped.

“Wait a minute, darlin’, you walked over here all by yourself?”

“I did,” you answered.

“Well, I can’t have you walkin’ out there alone in the cold, can I. ‘Specially not in nothin’ but a dress. Why don’t you come inside, have a slice of pie with me and I’ll give you a ride home after.”

“Oh, I’d hate to put you out, Sheriff,” you opposed weakly for the sake of politeness as you toyed with the hem of your dress, your fingertips brushing against your thighs, goosebumps rising on your skin. “Though it is a bit colder now than when I first started walkin’ over here,” you smiled shyly.

“Come on in, sweetheart, it’s nice and warm inside. Make yourself at home,” he said as he walked back and held the door open for you.

You smiled widely at his words and made your way inside. “Thank you, Sheriff.”

“Lee,” he offered.

“Lee,” you nodded as you passed him in the doorway, brushing up against him more than you needed to. The warmth radiating from him sent a wave of heat right through you, but you didn’t let the effect he was already having on you show. You could feel his eyes on you as you walked further in, following the sway of your hips before he shut the door behind you and followed you in. He led the way to the kitchen, setting down the pie on the table before he returned to you with a pie cutter and two plates and forks. You gently took the cutter from him, your touch lingering on his hand for a second. “Please, allow me,” you said before cutting him a piece and placing it on his plate. You cut a smaller slice for yourself, no real intention of eating it as you watched him sit down in his seat, sliding the plate closer to him.

You took your own seat and crossed one leg over the other as you waited for him to try it. But seeing how easy it was to get him to let you inside, you weren’t even sure you’d need him to eat it to have the man wrapped around your finger. Everything was playing out just the way you wanted it to.

Lee’s moan brought you back to yourself as you smiled at him, watching him chew before he swallowed his bite.

“Take it you like it,” you tittered.

“Just might be the best damned pie I’ve had,” he grinned at you. “Real sweet,” his blue eyes burned into your own, an intensity there you weren’t expecting quite yet. A twinkle of something you couldn’t place shining as he looked at you.

“‘M glad you think so,” you breathed. “New recipe, made it specially for you.”

“Hope you didn’t go through too much trouble on my account,”

“Oh, not at all. I wanted to.”

He smirked at that, his eyes sharper now as he took you in. He licked his lips wolfishly before he spoke.

“So, you come all the way down here just to proposition me, honey?”

You stilled completely at his words. Tilting your head at him as you furrowed your brow incredulously, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me, darlin’. You come down here to whore yourself out to the first man who catches your eye, like that little sister ah yours?”

You took a deep breath as you willed yourself to remain calm, though the set of your jaw and the flaring of your nostrils surely gave you away.

“I’m only gonna tell you this once, Lee, don’t talk about my sister again.”

“Oh, you’re gonna tell me, is that right?” His grin was wicked as he taunted you. “You think you can tell me what I can and can’t do? You’re dancin’ with the devil, darlin’.”

“Don’t worry about me,” you shook your head, refusing to break eye contact first, “Me and the devil, we get along just fine.”

He laughed heartily at that as you maintained your composure. If he thought for one second you’d be scared of him, he was sorely mistaken. Even as he stood, getting closer to you, invading your space as he towered above you, you didn’t budge.

His hand was suddenly on your chin and when you went to swipe at him, he squeezed hard, tutting at you as you dropped your hands back down.

“I want you to tell me why you’re really here, darlin’.”

“What’s wrong, Lee? Is it so hard to believe a pretty girl would actually go out of her way to bake you a pie? To stop by and say ‘Thank you for all you do, Sheriff,’” you exaggerated your faux gratitude as his eyes darkened while he listened. “I bet what’s really hard to believe is that anyone in their right mind would ever want you to fuck them. One soft smile and a stupid innuendo from a nice girl in a short dress had you opening up your home. I really thought you’d make it just a bit harder,” you taunted, earning a growl from him as he yanked you up out of your seat. You found yourself being pressed against his chest, his strength more than you’d imagined.

“You can play all you want, but you think I couldn’t smell your sweet cunt the second you stepped up on my porch? I know you’re all hot and bothered,” he pushed you back against the table as he spoke crudely, “wet and ready for me already, like a good little whore.”

“I’m no man’s whore,” you bit back, refusing to back down. He chuckled deep in his throat.

“No you’re not, are ya. You, are the devil’s whore, ain'tcha,” he said, voice thick with lust as he leaned over you. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared up at him, the blues of his eyes flashing the deepest black you’d ever seen before their color returned, his smirk right along with it. “Sweetheart, you’re lookin’ at the devil himself. Been waitin’ for you to show up for a while now. Finally make good on that deal you made me. I got ya outta this town just like you wanted. You had a few good years. But it’s time ya come back to me. Waited for you long enough,” he breathed. You gasped in pain as an unexpected, sharp, searing fire burned in your chest and along the ring finger of your left hand. You pushed against his hold on you, writhing uncomfortably in his grasp until suddenly the burn was gone. You clutched at your chest as you gasped for breath. He grabbed your hand and held up his left hand in yours, your eyes landed on a solid silver band on his ring finger and a diamond banded ring on your own.

“What-” you started before being cut off by his brash tone.

“Oh don’t act so surprised. You knew damn well what you agreed to when you made that pact. Five whole years, magic and freedom, and then you’re mine, sweetheart. Forever and always.” He placed his hand over the left side of your chest, a sudden tightness was felt on your heart, a tight squeezing that shouldn’t have been possible.

“Don’t look so scared, honey,” he simpered, his hands finding your waist as he began feeling you up. “We’re gonna have a whole lotta fun together, you and me. And if you’re good, I’ll even let’cha keep your magic. Don’t work on me anyway.”

#lee bodecker x curvy!reader #lee bodecker x plus size!reader #lee bodecker x reader #navy and roo’s sleepover #sheriff lee bodecker x reader #dark!lee bodecker #navy and roo sleepover #lee bodecker #lee bodecker moodboard #dark!lee bodecker x reader #demon!lee bodecker #witch!reader

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"Remember when Rose Tyler said "you'd have to get a mortgage" in Impossible Planet/Satan's Pit and he straight up threatened suicide? Donna domesticated him"

This type of comment annoys me. They at least realize that Rose literally lives with the Doctor ? In a real, everyday domestic life that will actually last forever or are they growing old together ? A life where the Doctor is domestic for his entire life, and not just for an undetermined period of time ? Also, actually, the scene with Rose and the whole episode that this person is actually referring to is that the Doctor wanted to settle down with Rose and live with her normally ! That he was actually ready for this and wanted this if that's what awaited them. That's literally why he became Tentoo later ! I'm tired of people trying to make Donna more special than Rose and intentionally misinterpreting the Tenrose scenes...

And then, in terms of domesticity… They are aware that Tenrose was an ultra domestic relationship throughout season 2 and that it even started a little in season 1 with Ninerose. The Doctor and Rose's entire relationship is based on the fact that their relationship is fucking domestic and the Doctor wants to move in with her to live a life with her. Specifically in this episode this person is referring to !

I know I'm getting angry for nothing, but I'm really tired of seeing this kind of thing. Already being a fan of Tentoo and Rose Tyler in general is difficult but since the 60th anniversary, Donna fans are even worse.

Donna is important to the Doctor, just not in the way Donna shippers are saying. Donna has and always will be a sibling-coded character to the Doctor and this is very explicitly stated within canon, despite how shippers want to interpret their interactions.

I mean, come on...

Donna's not attracted to him. She just isn't; she calls him too skinny, thinks he looks funny, and points out on several occasions how other people are more attractive than he is. If you want see how Donna flirts, just watch all of her interactions with Jack, who she is attracted to.

She is aware of the Doctor's love for Rose. Donna is a very intuitive and caring person and she picks up on the Doctor's sadness, his longing and his loss right from the start of The Runaway Bride. Donna ships the Doctor and Rose the most of any other character in show. (Even Jack, because Jack fancies the Doctor!) MOST IMPORTANTLY:

She states directly that she does not want a romantic relationship with the Doctor.

This last point here is what makes me upset. I can understand why people ship Ten and Martha -- she is actually in love with him, and he does give her some false hope right at the start of their relationship. Nothing ever happens between them, but I can see why people would want it to if they fell in love with Martha and think she deserves better.

Forcing Donna to be romantically in love with the Doctor, on the other hand, is wrong; it is deliberately misrepresenting her character's actions and taking away her voice.

But I digress. Let's discuss the scene you've brought up, but then take into account the important bit that's been left out of the argument:

The tenth Doctor was completely, canonically, irrefutably in love with Rose. During their conversation about mortgages in The Impossible Planet, yes - the Doctor does (jokingly) say, "I'm done, that's it, I'm done," but then, when the conversation turns more serious and Rose says that she'd want to get stuck together, he turns to her and says, "Yeah?"

You'd stay with me? You'd want to?

Then the little smile and nod at the end:

Good.

It is explicit that the Doctor and Rose were a couple. By this point, the Doctor has accepted his domestic life with Rose and Jackie. He spends his first day with her doing exactly what he said he wouldn't do as Nine: having Christmas dinner with her family.

(Having Christmas dinner with Rose and her family, by the way, is something that the tenth Doctor says he doesn't do when Donna asks him to join her family, later on.)

The Doctor and Rose visit home frequently enough that Jackie pulls him into a cheerful, familiar hug in Army of Ghosts. He knows their flat well enough to go off and read a magazine. He sits comfortably in front of the television set to watch the news. He is domestic as fuck with Rose -- long before Donna even enters the scene.

RTD et al decided to purposefully make their relationship intimate but ambiguous to lead up to the powerfully impactful ending with Tentoo and Rose. Tentoo -- who should maybe be called "Ten, also" for as often as I have to fucking explain they're the same Doctor -- is taking on the promise that Ten made to Rose in The Impossible Planet. He is now stuck with her - like they both wanted.

However, I would argue that Nine, even with Rose, is not domestic. There is enough evidence to show that the ninth Doctor did not want to stay on earth - even with Rose - and he did not have a very strong relationship with Jackie or Mickey. His found family was with Rose and Jack. His romantic relationship with Rose is definitely present, but he doesn't go domestic until he regenerates. Frankly, Nine is just not ready, and that's okay, because it's just the beginning of their story. Rose is the one who helps the Doctor become comfortable with being domestic, and that's why we get Ten and Tentoo.

ALSO.

This is getting very long, but just to cover everything: Fourteen is not Ten. By the time Fourteen comes around, it could be very well argued that the Doctor has already learned how to be domestic, is very ready to park and rest his sorry ass, and needs a comfortable, friendly family to do it with.

Fourteen's rehab-out-of-order stint with the Noble-Mott-Temples is not about romance. It's about resting, recuperating, being comfortable and accepted as a member of a found family where he doesn't have to think about all the people that he's lost or his involvement with the destruction of large parts of the universe. It Fourteen's retirement was about romance, to be honest, he wouldn't have gone to Donna. To be very blunt: the person he would go to, right now in his timeline, would probably be Yaz.

We must all keep in mind that as shippers and RTD-era fans, we look at Fourteen and think: Rose, Donna and Martha. And because of the many years of shipping conflict, there are also people who will only ever ship the Doctor with River and/or are convinced that the Doctor is still blindly devoted to Clara. But no, folks: right now, the closest romantic arc was as Thirteen with Yaz, and so that's really the relationship that's been the most shafted by anyone who ships the Doctor and Donna - even though they really fucking shouldn't.

#thanks for talking to me!#tentoo x rose #ninth doctor #tentoo #tenth doctor #fourteenth doctor #donna noble #rose tyler #relationships #doctor who

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Invisible Bonds: The Power of Destiny

Author's Note: This fanfic contains possible strong language and explores themes of unconventional love. The relationship between the protagonists will be handled with sensitivity, without explicit scenes.

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Chapter One

You woke up feeling discouraged, but with a hopeful feeling that things would get better. How could you not feel hopeful when the love of your life is about to marry an incredible woman?

"Darling, Taehyung called to let you know he'll be waiting for you at the beauty salon. He said you'd know which one. He also wanted to remind you that he remembered to pick up the tuxedo and the shoes. He asked you to call his friend about the wedding rings." Your mother shouted from downstairs, and you felt the urge to never leave your bed again. How could you be a bridesmaid in a wedding you theoretically should prevent? But then again, who are you to go against the dictates of destiny?

Your mother came to visit you this weekend because Taehyung considers her a second mother, and she's thrilled to see her heart's son getting married. She has already given up of the ideia of you getting married.

You shout back that you're already getting ready to meet the groom. Damn, you had forgotten to call Taehyung's childhood friend, Jungkook. You haven't met him in person, but you've heard the guys talk a lot about him. And by guys, you mean the college friends you met through Taehyung: Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin. The lilac dress that the bride has chosen for all the bridesmaids is so delicate that you feel like you shouldn't even take it out of the closet. You quickly slip into it and fix your hair within minutes. Why take your time when you're not the bride, right?

Finishing getting ready, you search for Jungkook's number on your phone. You wonder why you volunteered to help with this wedding and why, out of everyone, you ended up with the task of calling this guy. The phone rings and rings, but no one answers. When I call again, he finally picks up. His voice is hoarse; it feels like I just woke him up. Oops...

"There better be a good reason for calling me this early in the morning then..." He says in an almost rude tone. You wonder if there's a way to slap someone through the phone. Perhaps in the future, there will be.

"Good morning, Jungkook. I hate to break it to you, but as an adult, you should've been up hours ago. My name is (Y/N), and I'd like to know if the wedding rings and their bearer will be here on time for the wedding." You reply, trying to be as patient as possible, but honestly, you're furious. Always having to deal with other people's issues.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful voice? Ever thought about becoming a singer or a voice actor?" He says while you can hear noises in the background, a woman murmuring something. He's too busy getting romantically involved with someone to remember to be a good friend, how wonderful.

"Instead of trying to flatter me, make sure you're here at the agreed time and with the rings. If you want to invite your company to come along, feel free. But know that if you mess something up today, I'll be your particular nightmare." You say as sternly as possible. You even slow down your speech in the last part to appear more intimidating.

"If this is your way of asking if I'll be accompanied today, the answer is no. As for the rest, I'll do exactly as you asked, if you promise to reward me at the end of the night." He says, trying to be seductive. You prefer to pretend you didn't hear that proposition.

"I'm sorry to burst your fantasies, but I don't plan on getting involved with anyone. You can pretend that I'm saving myself for my other half." You reply firmly, putting an end to any further advances.

"Believing in soulmates is for fools. I bet I can convince you otherwise at the wedding." You don't even know the guy, but you're already envious of his arrogance.

"Listen, I have things to do and can't waste time. I expect to see you in a few hours, appropriately dressed and with wedding rings in your pocket." You say firmly, ending the conversation and hanging up the phone.

You descend the stairs, seeing the table full of food that your mother is packing for you to freeze and eat during the week. You thank her and let her know you won't be able to have breakfast together. She says she doesn't want to inconvenience you, knowing that Taehyung needs you. You nod in agreement and give your mother a goodbye kiss. A few minutes later, you're finishing up the last details at the reception hall. Of course, you had already organized things at the church. Everything is going as planned. You arrive at the beauty salon where the bride and groom are getting their skin and hair done.

"I was starting to miss you. You look breathtaking." Taehyung says as he gets up from the chair where he was finishing his makeup. He looks so radiant, as if his smile could light up the world. It heals me even as it hurts. He isn't my soulmate; God knows he never thought of me romantically, but I simply love him.

"Look who's talking. Haewon is going to feel incredibly lucky when she sees you walking down the aisle like this. Although, she looks stunning. I sneakily peeked because I thought you'd want to know." You say as you adjust Taehyung's tie.

"I'm so nervous. It's worse than that time we were at a concert, and I got called up on stage to sing. I don't know how I'm going to walk down the aisle and wait for my future wife patiently." He says as you lock at each other. It's not romantic, but it's a moment of tenderness. After all, he is my best friend, and he's getting married.

""Taehyung, today you embark on a new chapter of your life, and I have no doubt that your love story with Haewon will be as magical as the bond that you guys already share. No nervousness in the world will ruin your moment." You say, trying to be as positive as possible.

"You always know what to say. I love you, you know that?" He says, hugging you.

"I love you too, now come on. We have a beautiful wedding waiting for you, and it's not nice to keep the bride waiting." You say as you send a message to the driver, letting them know Taehyung is ready to go. According to the schedule, Haewon will be making her grand entrance in about ten minutes.

The journey from the salon to the church takes about five minutes. Up until now, everything has been going perfectly. Right now, Taehyung is surrounded by friends and is nervous. Not because of the bride, but because Jungkook hasn't arrived yet. That idiot.

You knew you shouldn't have trusted him to get the rings. You can't believe he's going to mess everything up in the end. And just as you lose patience completely, Jungkook walks into the church. At least, you think he's Jungkook. I must admit he looks elegant, almost like he stepped out of a movie. He arrives with a smile, as if he's the main attraction.

And suddenly, you feel it—a suffocating sensation as if the air has been sucked out of the world. A pain in your chest so immense that it makes you stumble, clinging onto Taehyung for support. Then you notice Jungkook doesn't seem well either. Damn, this can only mean one thing. As your body collapses to the ground and your consciousness fades, amidst people shouting and lifting me to call for medical help, you feel something inside you that only soulmates feel for each other. You can't believe that out of all the people in the world, your other half is Jeon Jungkook.

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Bad Medicine | Chapter 13

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synopsis: The night before the wedding, and Athena can't help but think of the last time she was in this position.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: PTSD, trauma, mentions of verbal abuse, mentions of torture, cursing, suggestive language, mentions of threats, foreshadowing, steamy scene

The night was still, with the moon high in the sky. The only light seeping in through the windows was from the moon and the lights of the pool. Y/N couldn’t sleep, the nerves keeping her mind awake. She sat on the counter, a mug of tea in her hands as she stared off into nothing, waiting for the chocolate on the strawberries she had just made to cool and harden. Music played softly in the background, hoping to slowly make her tired.

Her thoughts were scattered. She had been here once before, the night before a wedding. The night before she was set to marry someone who had promised to never hurt her. She couldn’t go through with it, she knew she would never truly love Francisco the way he loved her. His love was just too much for her to bear, and maybe deep down, she knew that he would do something to eventually hurt her.

“I thought you were asleep,” Jake asked, startling her out of her thoughts.

She gave him a shy smile, “It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.”

“Sue me then,” Jake said, placing a soft kiss on her lips and standing in between her legs. He gently held her face in his hands, and caressed her cheeks with his thumbs, “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t turn my brain off,” She sighed, setting her mug down.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Y/N paused for a beat. She hadn’t ever opened up to anyone about what caused Francisco to snap the way he did. What she had done to break him. There were rumors that flew around like wildfire, the main one was that Y/N had cheated on Francisco and he caught her red handed. The only person who had ever known the truth was Reuben.

Y/N looked up at her soon to be husband, and nodded, “I do, actually.”

Jake nodded his head slowly, and pulled her forward enough for her to slide off of the counter before the two of them lowered themselves onto the floor, backs pressed against the cupboards. He looked over at her, watching as she opened and closed her mouth a couple times, trying to find the right words to tell him what had happened.

“It happened-” she interrupted herself, taking a shaky breath, and Jake reached for her, entangling her fingers with his own and giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

“You don’t have to talk about it.”

She looked over at him, seeing the sympathetic look in his eyes.“I- I want to.” She muttered, “I have to.”

“Okay honey, you don’t have to rush, take as much time as you need.” He said, brushing his thumb along her hand.

She nodded her head, staring at their intertwined fingers as she continued, “It was the morning of the wedding. I had just finished getting my hair and makeup done, Sophie and my mother were getting ready to help me get into my dress-” She looked over, watching as Jake kept his eyes trained on her, lightly nodding his head as he listened, “-he knocked on the door and I walked over, hearing him call my name.”

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Y/N had been staring at herself in the mirror on her vanity for nearly an hour. Her hair and makeup had been done, and she was sitting in her white silk robe. She asked for her mother and Sophie to step out, so she could be alone for a moment. Her mind was swimming, and she felt like she could be sick at any moment. The person in the mirror was an imposter, she thought, a liar, a fake. This wasn’t what she wanted, she felt trapped. She shook her head as tears threatened to spill, when there was a knock on the door and the soft call of her fiance’s voice. Y/N jumped from her seat, taking a shaky breath as she walked to the door. She placed her hand on the door.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready?” Y/N asked, keeping the door shut and praying that he couldn’t hear the waiver in her voice. Her heart was beating fast in her chest as she played with the diamond ring on her finger. The simple metal ring now felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

“I wanted to come say good morning, I was too impatient to wait. This is the first step towards our forever.” Francisco said, laying his hand on the door. He had a giddy smile on his face, one that would resemble a child looking at candy. He had been waiting for this day since the moment Y/N whispered out the soft ‘yes’ in agreement to spend forever with him.

She remained silent for a few minutes. There was a sinking feeling growing in her chest. It felt like a rock, pulling her into a dark abyss and she was clawing her way trying to break through the surface. The word ‘forever’ stung like she had gotten shot. The word echoed in her ears as she heard nothing but the blood pounding in her head. She pulled her hand away from the door as if it was one fire.

“Y/N-”

“I can’t do this.” She murmured, eyes widening in surprise at her own words

Francisco stepped away from the door slightly, staring at the doorknob, “What.”

“I- I can’t marry you Franky- I’m sorry.” She said, trying to keep composure as the words fell from her lips.

His hands began to shake, one of them landing on the doorknob and twisting it, finding the door locked. He banged his fist against the door, as his other hand twisted and jiggled the doorknob. His breathing became frantic as his mind filled with awful thoughts and vile words.

“What do you mean you can’t marry me Y/N? I love you- you love me- isn’t this all you’ve ever wanted?” He asked, trying to twist the doorknob harder, willing it to unlock and open, “Unlock the fucking door and let’s talk.”

“I’m so sorry Franky, I don’t love you- not in the way I should-” She stepped back from the door, eyes falling to the frantically twisting doorknob, “-I can’t marry you.”

Y/N walked backwards towards her dresser, watching the doorknob the entire way before turning as she bumped into the piece of furniture. She grabbed the post of her bed as she lowered herself to the floor. Tears streamed down her face, as sobs racked her body. Fear filled her body as she kept her eyes on the door the whole time.

“Let me in Y/N!” Francisco said from the other side of the door, his voice getting louder and shakier.

Her hands connected, her fingers twisting the ring he had given her as she slowly pulled it from her finger. She focussed on her breathing, blocking out the banging on her door, and his voice slipping between the cracks. Y/N let out a scream as the door had been broken open. She scrambled back against the wall, protecting her face as Francisco came storming over to her. She looked up at him, visibly shaking. His head cocked to the side a sadistic smirk gracing his features.

“Oh, doll,” He tsked. Y/N let out a gasp as he pulled her viciously up from the ground. His hands dug into her arms, as he clenched his jaw, glaring at her. His face was red and the vein in his forehead looked like it was going to explode,“Did you really think you had a choice in this Y/N? We are getting married, whether you like it or not. Mi appartieni, amore mio. Nessun altro può averti.”

— — — ♱♱♱ — — — ♱♱♱ — — —

“He smashed his way through the door, I don’t know how, but he just snapped.” Jake sat quietly, listening as she spoke, one of his hands resting gently on her cheek, wiping away the tears as they fell.“He’d always had a temper. Gianni told me stories of growing up about how Franky would change in a blink of an eye from this sweet kid to a full monster,” Y/N shivered and licked her lips before continuing, “He somehow got me out of the house without anyone noticing, knocked me unconscious, and the next thing I knew, I was in that god awful basement, chained to the ceiling.”

Jake pulled her into his lap, his arms around her tightly as she sobbed into his chest. He had tears in his own eyes as she recalled the worst day of her life. He hated that no one protected her or that no one noticed her being taken away. He hated that the man who swore to protect her for the rest of her life, had so easily hurt her without any remorse. He hated that she thought that love was a painful thing, when it was probably the most beautiful thing in the world.

After a few minutes of silence, Jake stood from the ground, putting out his hand for Y/N to take. She lifted her own hands, feeling Jake's fingers brush against her palms before gripping them and pulling her off of the floor. He drew her in for another tight hug, feeling her shake as her cries slowly subsided. He simply held her tight, rubbing lines up and down her spine as her breathing slowly regulated once again. Once he thought she was ready, Jake pulled away from her and placed her hands on his chest, wrapping his own around hers.

His eyes traced the features of her face, “I wish I could have done this the right way.”

“The right way?” Y/N asked, brushing her thumb against his bare chest.

“Yeah, we got thrown into this. I wish we could have gotten here a little more… organically… you know?” He pulled her in closer, brushing his lips against her cheek, “I could have wooed you.”

“Wooed me? You flatter yourself, Seresin.” She giggled, feeling his smile as his lips brushed against hers.

“Hush.” Jake whispered, giving her a chaste kiss.

“Okay, okay. Tell me how you’d knock my socks off?” She said, asked with a small giggle.

“Well first, I would’ve probably used a god awful pickup line on you,” Y/N shook her head, “And then, I’d ask for your number. We’d go on dates, extravagant dinners that would last until the sun came up, shower you with all the best gifts that money could buy. We’d have lazy nights with a box of pizza and a bottle of wine-”

“Just one?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Probably more than one. We’d spend our time getting to know every little detail about each other, all the little gestures you do when you talk, the different ways you laugh depending on what you’re talking about.” Jake pressed another featherlight kiss against her lips before leaning back, squeezing her hands, “You would probably make fun of the way I snore or move around at-”

“I actually don’t hate that you snore.” She said, earning a curious look from Jake, urging her to explain, “It wakes me up sometimes, sure, but it also reassures me that you’re there.”

Jake let out a chuckle, his smile widening at her statement. He let the moment settle for a minute before taking a deep breath and continuing, “One night, when I finally got the confidence to ask, I’d get down on one knee, somewhere warm, probably Mexico or Aruba, where I could watch your eyes glisten from the sun, and you can walk around naked without getting cold,” Y/N shot him a wink and Jake smirked, “I’d take you to some fancy dinner, followed by a walk on the beach, and I’d pull out a ring,” Jake had a small smile on his face as he dropped one of his hands from over hers, tucking it into his pajama pants for a moment before pulling out a ring, an emerald cut diamond wrapped in a dainty gold frame.

He lifted the ring between them, both looking down at it, “And I would have asked you, properly, if you would do me the honor of marrying me. I know I already gave you a ring but. . . this one,” Jake sighed, looking down at the jewelry in his hand, “It’s-”

“My mother’s,” Y/N said, and Jake nodded. She would recognize that ring anywhere. She thought that the Don had tucked it away, saving it for Paulo or even Gianni to use; she never thought it would be saved for her.

They stood in silence, glancing between the ring and each other's faces.

“We don’t have to go through with this.” Jake said, noticing the uncertain look on her face.

“What do you mean?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I’ll drop the deal, if you’d be happier not getting married. We can figure something else out, I don’t want you to be miserable because you were forced into this marriage.” Jake explained, causing Y/N’s heart to swell. She could see the way his chest faltered with uneven breaths, feel the quickened pace of his heart beneath her hands.

“Jake, I want to marry you. The way we got here doesn’t matter anymore, if you were to ask me- really ask me right now to marry you, I would say yes.” She said, moving her hands to his cheeks, feeling them heat up at her words.

His eyes flickered around her face for a moment before he dropped onto his knee in front of her, “Y/N Santiago, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

Y/N felt a warm tear slide down her cheek as she softly nodded her head, “Yes Jacob Seresin, I would be honored to be your wife.”

Jake stood up, feeling her hands cup his face the second he was back at eye level, one of his own hands wrapping around the back of her neck, pulling her into a kiss that made it feel like the whole world had stopped turning. In that moment they were the only two people left on earth, one another being the gravity that held the other to the ground.

Y/N pulled away just enough to take a shaky breath, “I love you Jake.”

His hand came up to take a hold of her left hand, sliding the ring onto her finger, “I love you Y/N.”

She pressed one last chaste kiss to his lips before pulling away from him, “Dance with me?”

“What?” He asked, a small laugh escaping him at her request.

“Come on, dance with me. Might as well practice so we don’t step on each other's toes tomorrow.” Y/N said, reaching for her phone to turn on some music.

“Today, honey. It’s past midnight, we’re getting married today.” Jake said, walking up behind her to whisper in her ear.

“Guess we’ll have to practice pretty quick, you’ve gotta get your beauty sleep.” She joked, hiding her phone screen from him as she picked a song.

Jake smiled as he heard the opening chords of the Billy Joel song flood through the speaker. He placed his hands on her hips and spun her around, pulling her arms around his shoulders, his own falling back to her waist. Y/N couldn’t help but giggle as he moved them slowly around the kitchen to the beat of the song. Jake sang the words softly to her, placing his lips next to her ear.

“But I’m not above making up for the love you've been denying you could ever feel,” Jake’s voice was like silk when he sang. She wished she had asked him to sing for her before. He twirled her softly, her hands returning to his chest, as he placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

“You know you only hurt yourself out of spite, I guess you’d rather be a martyr tonight,” Y/N sang back to him.

Jake smirked, “But I’m not willing to lay down and die because I am an innocent man,”

Y/N held Jake’s face in her hands, looking at the man in front of her. His eyes were soft, his entire demeanor relaxed as they held each other close.

“I love you.” She whispered, as if there were hundreds of people around them, and she only wanted him to hear her.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say that.” He replied, pressing a kiss to her palm before pulling her hands from his face, moving closer to rest them over his shoulders and leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her lips.

“Good, cause I’m never going to stop saying it.” She replied, returning the kiss with one of her own, the two of them melting into it.

There was more behind this kiss, a sense of optimism for what was to come, and passion for one another that was bubbling to the surface once again. Jake spun them around, lifting Y/N onto the counter once again and positioning himself between her legs, his fingers gripping onto her like she could disappear at any moment. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer to her, desperate to have him as close as she could.

His lips moved down her jaw, kissing and sucking on her neck. Y/N tangled her hands into his blonde locks, pulling him to her chest. Jake’s hands moved up the silk covering of her nightgown, to the thin straps resting on her shoulders. He pushed them down gently, exposing her breasts. Jake groaned at the sight, his large hands coming up and groping them. Y/N let out a moan, her head falling back against the cupboards. Jake leaned his head down, his tongue swirling around one of the pert buds, before sucking it into his mouth.

“Jake,” A wanton moan left Y/N’s lips, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. He rolled the nipple of her other breast between his fingers, pulling on it gently. He was hard, painfully hard, straining against his black athletic shorts. Y/N could feel the warmth pooling through her panties.

“Jake,” Y/N whined again, as Jake pulled away from her chest.

“Tell me what you need, honey,” Jake said against her lips.

“Make me an honest woman,” Y/N said, looking up at him with wide, doe eyes. Jake closed his eyes, as her lips fell to the divot between his neck and shoulder, littering hot, open mouth kisses along his skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Her small hands trailed down his body to the waistband of his shorts, dipping dangerously close to where he wanted her the most. It pained him, physically pained him, as he grabbed her hand and brought it up to his lips. Y/N pouted as he held her hand.

“Would you be angry with me if I told you I wanted to wait for our wedding night?” He asked, waiting for any sense of anger to cross her face, but she just smiled, shaking her head and pulling on his hands. He took a step back into her embrace and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Of course not, it’s worth the wait-” She kissed his cheek and he blushed, “-plus, it’s not like we’ll have to wait that long.”

Jake nodded his head in agreement, peaking over her shoulder to look at her phone, the time displayed brightly on the screen.

2:22 A.M

“We should probably get some sleep, we’ve got a pretty important thing to attend today.” He said, stepping back from her once again.

“Will you sleep with me tonight? I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep alone.” Y/N asked, keeping a hold of his hands as she slid off of the counter.

“Sure honey.” He said, leading her out of the kitchen and towards their bedroom.

They got comfortable beside one another beneath the comfort of the bedsheets. Wrapping themselves up with each other and immediately feeling the rest they had been so craving wash over them. Jake pressed a kiss to Y/N’s forehead, “I’ll be with the boys by the time you wake up in the morning.”

Y/N smiled, nuzzling into the warmth of his skin, “You better not be late. I’ll kill Javy if you show up late or drunk.”

Jake chuckled, “I promise to be there on time. I’ll be the one standing on the altar.”

“I’ll be the one in white.” She murmured before letting sleep finally wash over her.

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He recognizes me | Kakucho HittoXFem!ReaderPregnant

∆ Hope like it

∆ Kakucho Hitto X Fem! Pregnant Reader

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∆ Warnings: Spoilers, Alcohol, Heterosexuality, Insinuation of Sex, Bad Language

∆ synopsis: Kakucho Hitto is one of the executives of the biggest gang in Tokyo, Bonten, however there is something else that Kakucho loves and cares about more than his duties to Mikey and the gang, it was S/o. Now it had an even greater importance, since she is expecting the couple's first child.

∆ +800 words

It was almost one o'clock in the morning. The meeting with all of Bonten's high ranking members had taken longer than expected to decide what they would do with a group of traitors located in one of the gang's sheds. Kakucho Hitto, Mikey's new right-hand man, was tired and wished only for a hot bath and to eat the food that s/o had left prepared for him and then to sleep beside him.

As usual, the house was tidy and the food was ready to heat up in the oven. On the table was an ultrasound of the baby that his beloved bride was expecting, showing that everything was fine and that he was growing in a healthy way. Moved by the image in his hands, Kakucho could not even eat his dinner; he just ate some fruit from the refrigerator and went to take a shower.

After taking a shower, Kakucho entered the room and saw s/o sleeping soundly, her hair tangled on the pillow, the covers pulled up, and her pajama top rolled up over her five-month pregnant belly. This scene somehow seemed cozy and nostalgic to the young man who was to be a first-time father.

Kakucho loved s/o intensely, a feeling reciprocated by the young woman who was now fast asleep, enough to not feel the thin stream of saliva running from the corners of her lips. Bonten's number three bent down and placed a kiss on his fiancée's forehead. Her bulging belly was even more exposed. He whispered a "goodnight" and knelt in the middle of the bed, facing s/o's belly.

The days and months went by too fast, as it didn't seem like a week had passed since the discovery of her pregnancy. Her commitments with Bonten were always getting in the way of company to the ultrasounds and some shopping. But he never left her alone. She would ask the most trusted men to accompany her. Sometimes Ran Haitani and Takeomi Akashi would stop by to see how they were doing and accompany s/o to the trousseau shopping so she wouldn't carry any weight.

The calloused hands that had struggled so hard without any instruments to protect them, the same ones that had caressed his delicate bride zealously, now slowly caressed her belly while whispering sweet nothings to the child that lay there. Hitto could not control his curiosity and anxiety to meet the new human being that would be between them in four months. The boy they were expecting seemed to be quite healthy and would be a little faster than the other children. From the reports of his classmates, I knew that he was always moving and stirring. But Kakucho had never had the chance to feel his movements.

- Big boy, are you taking good care of mommy? - Kakucho asked laughing.

The stretch marks that had appeared on S/o's belly seemed smaller from the moment she had decided to start using almond oil and other homemade means to avoid them. She had also put on a little weight, making her look cuter. Kakucho was smiling and grateful to be able to have a family that she had always dreamed of having.

- Daddy is looking forward to meeting you.

Then a strong kick landed in Kakucho's hand, surprising him. He couldn't help but remain static from the surprise and let a few tears stream down his face.

- Do you recognize my voice now?

Then one more kick.

- Your daddy is here - Kakucho placed a kiss on his belly, wishing the child could feel the affection.

While the young Bonten executive was thrilled, feeling his son's movements for the first time, he didn't even notice that s/he had woken up by the movements in her womb and witnessing the pleasant scene in front of her. The young woman reached out and stroked his medium length hair and smiled.

Kakucho turned and smiled at his beloved.

- He recognized me.

The young woman sat up, placing her fiancé's head on her lap, letting him feel the baby while she caressed her own belly.

- Of course he did. He knows that his father is the strongest man in the Bonten and works hard to protect the family.

He then started kissing his belly and whispering how much he loved that child and was not waiting for the moment when he would be able to pick him up. Then he stood up and distributed several kisses over the young girl's face. Then he sealed his lips on hers, hugging her tightly.

- I love you both so much. You have no idea.

S/o hugged him back and then placed a kiss on the scar that cut his face and had blinded him.

- And we both love you, baby.

That night, Kakucho could barely of excitement as he lay there feeling the baby that refused to settle down. He could already imagine arriving and telling Ran and Takeomi that the child already recognized him and that he had been able to feel him kick for the first time. Maybe Kakucho would stay closer to Mikey because of his childish tastes for food and would take even more care of Sanzu, since when he was out of his mind he looked like a child with his tantrums.

But all that mattered to him was now wrapped in her strong arms and sleeping sweetly.

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The Choice

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Baratheon OFC

Summary: Playing out that scene of Aemond going to Storm’s End, if Lucerys didn’t show up.

He heard soft laughter, from the girl furthest to his left, and Aemond Targaryen wondered who would be so bold as to mock his plan.

“I’m not doing this. Father.”

He turned to find one of the four Baratheon daughters, he didn’t know which one, hands on hips, staring at Lord Borros, head of House Baratheon.

“Carys.” The single word held exasperation that let Aemond know that it wasn’t the first time Borros Baratheon had dealt with her impertinence. “Prince Aemond has requested to, what was it?” he turned to his maester.

“Uh, to sample the nectar of their lips so he may choose which one he wishes to wed.”

“Right.”

Aemond walked towards Carys, who was still looking at her father. “And why is my request a problem for you?”

She had the dark hair of a Baratheon, a heart-shaped face, a pert little nose, and wide eyes full of disdain. Her lips, however-

“You are here asking for my father’s favor.” she said, smirking at him. “The way I see it, it is the person granting the favor who holds the upper hand. Father, I am not to be sampled like merchandise at a village fair, may I retire to my chambers?”

One of her sisters couldn’t hide her laughter, and Aemond started to feel like he was losing control of the situation. It bit at him that this girl could dismiss him so very easily, and impulse, which he managed to control every day of his life, got the best of him.

“I have made my choice, Lord Borros,” he declared, standing in front of Carys. “I will marry this one.”

She turned from her father to face him, a frown marring her features. “I beg your pardon?”

“This one,” Aemond repeated.

“I have a name,” she snapped back, not bothering to hide her dislike of him.

Aemond leaned in until his nose almost touched hers. To her credit, she did not flinch. “Your name doesn’t matter to me.” He nodded at the maester, who ran off to follow his instructions.

“Father,” Carys stepped around Aemond, “I do not wish this.”

Lord Borros sighed. Carys was his youngest, and his favorite. “I agreed to allow Prince Aemond his choice of bride. I made a vow.”

“Grandfather vowed to support the Princess Rhaenyra, and yet here we are,” she countered.

Aemond knew what he had to do. Choose one of the others, all of him seemed far more amiable than Carys. He could go home with a malleable wife, get some children on her, then send her off to live somewhere else when he got bored.

And then he pictured Carys, belly swollen with his child. Carys, who was breathing heavily as she pled her case, breasts heaving, but this time underneath him, in his bed, as he drove into her. Her eyes, flashing fire, but not in anger, but looking down at him as she rode him, his hands digging into her hips so hard he’d leave bruises on her skin. Those perfectly plush lips around his cock.

“We are agreed, then, Lord Borros,” he said as he saw the maester, who was coming back with another man.

Carys ran to her father, kneeling at his feet. “Father, please.”

“My child,” Borros said quietly. “I am sorry.”

The maester and the septon stood ready to begin the ceremony, and Aemond could see the panic in Carys’ eyes as she walked toward him. “May I have a moment, your highness?” She grabbed the edge of his sleeve and pulled him a few feet away, still within sight of everyone, but where her words could be heard by him alone.

“Why?”

Aemond raised his eyebrows, feigning ignorance.

“Why are you doing this? Because I didn’t want your mouth on mine after you’ve kissed my sisters?”

“I need not explain my reasons to you. You should simply feel gratitude for being chosen as the bride of the King’s brother.”

Carys pursed her lips together, shaking her head. “Any of them, any of them, will make a far better wife than I. I am spoiled, outspoken, and have gotten my way since I was a babe. You do not want me for your wife.”

Aemond smirked down at her. “And yet,” he said slowly, “here we are.”

She heard her earlier words being thrown back at her and felt the urge to rip out his other eye. The way he was towering over her might intimidate a meeker woman, Carys thought, the weapons at his sides might make him fearsome. When he’d leaned in earlier, she’d felt the brush of his silver hair, the smell of leather and spices.

“Shall we?” he offered his hand, literally this time, and when she placed hers on it, not seeing another way out, she felt how warm he was, saw how his long, elegant fingers wrapped themselves around her much smaller hand. “Your hand is cold,” he noted, and pressed his other hand on top of hers as they walked back.

* * * * *

“Have you ever ridden a dragon?”

“Oh yes, all the time.”

Aemond closed his eye for a moment. Why he’d hoped she might stop being so combative after their wedding, he didn’t know. At the end, he’d leaned in to brush his lips across hers and she’d turned her face so his kiss landed on her jaw. He could have grabbed her face and turned her back, she was his after all and he could do as he wished with her, but he’d seen how her shoulders had sunk and the fire had gone out of her eyes. She wasn’t used to losing.

When he’d told her they were going back on Vhagar, he’d seen the brief moment of fear in her eyes, but all she’d said was, “then I will change,” and disappeared down a hallway. She had come back wearing breeches, boots, and enough layers to survive in The Land of Always Winter. She was small but shapely, and he felt his cock stir as he watched her approach the dragon.

He started to speak to Vhagar in High Valyrian, and she glanced from him to the dragon. “She is going to smell you. Do not be frightened, and be still,” he held her hand as Vhagar turned her head toward Carys.

She went stone-still as the dragon moved her head past her and around her, her fingers tightening on his but otherwise not moving.

“Put your open hand on her, here,” he indicated on the dragon’s jaw, and Carys gripped him even tighter, but slowly raised her other hand, pressing it gently to Vhagar’s jaw. The dragon let out a long breath and Carys smiled. “She is magnificent,” she whispered in awe.

“She is.”

She looked back at him and her smile vanished. “Now I climb?”

He nodded, walking her around to where the rope ladder was. She began climbing with him following, the tempting curves of her hips and ass staring him in the face as she took each step up.

“It will be safer if you sit in front of me.”

“Won’t I block your view?”

He laughed, much to her annoyance, “I doubt it, unless you grow another foot in the next minute.” He guided her to sit and wrapped the saddle belt around her waist, fingers flexing at the feel of her. “If you’re going to be sick, please lean over the side.”

“I can always turn around if I am going to be sick,” she said sweetly as he sat behind her. “Wait,” she said, watching him take the reins. “Are you not securing yourself?”

“Worried about me?” he smiled, “how very wifely of you.”

Carys shook her head, huffing at his words, “All I meant is how do I steer her if you fall off? Accidentally, of course. After all, nothing in life is certain.”

Was she seriously implying she might push him off his own dragon? Aemond couldn’t help but smile again. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she tensed immediately. “Your concern is much appreciated, wife,” he whispered in her ear. “I promise you, we will be in King’s Landing shortly to enjoy the first night of our marriage.”

She elbowed him in the ribs, but he didn’t move. “Gods take me.”

No, Aemond thought, I will.

* * * * *

Carys was terrified as the giant dragon began taking steps, preparing to take to the skies. Aemond’s arm was like a vise around her, and she felt oddly reassured by him. He’d chosen to secure her to the saddle but not himself, and frankly, she wouldn’t have been surprised if he simply pushed her off during the flight and save himself the trouble of dealing with her.

Vhagar took three large steps and then leapt, her large wings spreading to catch air, and Carys felt her breath catch for a moment. Her gloved hands were gripping the edge of the saddle as Aemond easily directed the dragon with just one hand on the pommel. She remembered how warm his hands had been earlier, how he’d warmed her small, cold hand between his. She was sitting between his thighs, her bottom nestled against him and all she could feel from him was heat. Vhagar soared and she bit her lip to keep from whimpering in fear.

“You are perfectly safe,” Aemond said in her ear. “I have you.”

Vhagar drifted down to turn and Carys felt herself shifting on the saddle. She was secure, she knew, but pushed back, wriggling her hips. She felt something against her bottom, something pulsing, slowly getting harder, and went completely still, realizing what was happening.

“Stop. Moving.” Aemond growled at her.

“I was sliding off,” she snapped back, and for good measure, wriggled her bottom again.

He jerked her back against him, “Lady wife, unless you want to consummate our marriage atop Vhagar, stop moving your ass so much!”

Carys chose to ignore him, and pointed down and to the right. “What is that?”

“Blackwater Bay.”

“Huh,” she said. “Looks tame. We’re used to rougher currents down in Storm’s End.”

“I’m sure you have personally sailed many ships, Carys.”

She couldn’t help but smile at hearing him, finally, say her name. Of course, she had been just as stubborn and had yet to say his, so she supposed that was a point in her favor. This whole business of her father swearing fealty to King Aegon had not gone her way at all. She’d hoped that Aemond would choose Maris, who was her least favorite sister, and then she’d never have to deal with the nasty shrew again, but no, she had to mock him and make him notice her.

The septon had raced through the wedding ceremony, and before she knew it, Aemond was leaning in to kiss her. She’d turned away, his warm lips landing on her jaw, earning her a sigh from her father. Well, she wouldn’t be around to irritate him any more, she thought, and suddenly felt the loss of everything she had known until then. As much as she annoyed her father, she would miss their talks, breaking their fast together, his stories about her mother. She might never see him again, she realized, and she felt a pang of despair so strong she could tell tears were welling up in her eyes.

She wouldn’t cry, certainly not in front of him. Not when she was the only one responsible for her current situation. As usual, she had only herself to blame for the predicament she was in, just like when she was six and had climbed the main storage building despite repeatedly being told not to. She couldn’t figure out how to get back down and had spent the night alone, crying, and so cold she almost froze to death.

And now she was newly wedded to a man she’d heard was dangerous, about to start a new life in a foreign place, full of people she didn’t know, and she was expected to start bearing children as soon as possible. Well done, you idiot.

* * * * *

Carys had gone silent in the last few minutes, and although he welcomed the peace and quiet, Aemond wondered what had changed. They were almost back at King’s Landing, and he’d been wondering how he’d break the news to his mother and grandfather that he had not only secured support from Lord Borros, but by the way, he’d also gotten married, not just betrothed.

He saw Carys lift a hand to wipe her eyes and immediately grabbed her shoulder. She jumped, startled, and he leaned in to speak. “Are you alright?”

She nodded, but he wasn’t convinced.

“Are you crying?”

She shook her head forcefully.

“We are about to land.”

She nodded again.

He heard her sharp intake of breath when Vhagar started descending and he tightened his arm around her.

* * * * *

She supposed King’s Landing was rather grand, although it was a lot more austere than she’d expected. She remembered tales from her grandfather about the “improper art on the walls” but she couldn’t see any. Everything was quiet, dark, unadorned, except for huge seven pointed stars everywhere.

“Aemond.”

She turned at the sound of a man’s voice, and saw an older gentleman, bearded, about the same build as Aemond. There was a Hand of the King pin on his jacket and she realized this was Ser Otto Hightower.

“Grandfather.” Aemond glanced at her and then back at Ser Otto. She noticed how he straightened his back, as if bracing himself. “This is my wife, the Lady Carys Baratheon.”

Ser Otto went very still and Carys wanted to laugh. For once, it was someone else paying for being impulsive. “Wife?”

“Aemond!”

This time it was a woman’s voice, and when Carys turned, she saw a beautiful woman dressed in green rushing to greet Aemond. He kissed her cheek and again, seemed to steel himself as he glanced at Carys. “Mother, this is my wife, the Lady Carys Baratheon.”

The woman turned slowly, letting go of Aemond as she appraised Carys from head to toe.

“Your Grace,” Carys said, sinking into a graceful curtsy, “I am glad to make your acquaintance.”

“Wife?” queen Alicent said, looking from Aemond to his new wife, and back again.

Oh, this is going great, thought Carys.

“Yes, mother. I secured support from Lord Borros and chose to marry his daughter at Storm’s End. She will need to be made comfortable in my chambers.”

No one said anything for a few moments, and then Aemond extended his hand. Carys placed her hand in his and let him take her to his rooms.

* * * * *

"You were supposed to betroth yourself to one of them, not marry anyone!”

“Yet it is done, grandfather, and I will have my wife treated with kindness and respect.”

Ser Otto Hightower looked at his grandson, shaking his head. “Has the marriage been consummated? I think not, unless the deed was done before you flew back.”

Aemond knew what his grandfather was thinking, and he immediately stood to stop this from going any further. “It will be. I will not have the marriage annulled, if that is what you are hinting at.”

“Why?” Otto insisted. “She is hardly a beauty, I cannot understand how she has tricked you into marrying her.”

“I have tricked no one, Ser Otto.”

All three of them turned to look at Carys standing at the doorway.

Aemond noticed her skin was still pink from the bath she’d requested after riding Vhagar, and her dark hair was damp, but braided down her back.

“Child,” his mother began, “you can be back home tomorrow if you wish.”

“And then I would be damaged goods, married and returned to my father? No,” Carys shook her head. She looked at Aemond.

“We need a minute,” he said, nodding at her.

“Take ten,” Ser Otto said as he walked out with his daughter.

The moment the door closed behind them, Carys turned to Aemond. “I never wanted this, you know that, even after you chose me, I tried to change your mind.”

“I know.”

“I will not be sent back like rotten meat when I was against this from the beginning.”

“You will not be sent back.”

“If you’re sorry now, that is not my fault and I-”

He reached out and she found herself in his arms, his mouth on hers, and her head began to swim with surprise and need. Her arms rose to his shoulders, fingertips playing with his silver hair.

The heat of him burned through her clothes and his, the layers of fabric and, in his case, leather and metal. Aemond pulled back, breathing hard, and grabbed her wrist. “Come with me.” He opened the hidden door beside the bookshelf and took the shortcut to his bedchamber. He would not take her in his grandsire’s office, with him and his mother probably listening outside.

“You know what we need to do,” he said between kisses, locking the door after them.

“Yes,” she breathed out, pulling him back to her.

She let him pick her up and set her down on the edge of his bed, let him raise her skirts until her thighs were bared to him. She helped him undo his breeches, nodded when he asked her if she agreed.

Aemond didn’t realize how much he’d been fearing she’d say no until she nodded, and once fear was gone, pure raw lust took over. He reached down, guiding himself inside her, then grabbed under her knee and hooked her leg around his hip.

“This will hurt for a moment,” he said as she wrapped her other leg around him. Before she could say anything, he drove his hips hard against her, seating himself fully inside her.

Carys bit down on her lip, making only a small sound of distress as she tried to adjust to having him filling her, stretching her. Aemond cupped her cheek, raised her face to his, kissed her until he felt some of the tension ease. She was tight, hot, and he was desperate to lose himself in her.

“I’m okay,” she said shakily, and rolled her hips.

It was all he needed, that small bit of encouragement, and he started snapping his hips against her. If the blood of the dragon ran hot then she was more than his equal, because she was moving with him, meeting every thrust, one hand holding onto his back and the other fisted in his hair. She was whimpering against his mouth, and he felt her tighten around him, her inner muscles milking him as the orgasm tore through her, and he let go, the world around him fading as he surrendered to his own release.

* * * * *

That had been truly extraordinary.

Carys had never experienced anything like it, had heard plenty of talk hiding behind stairwells and doors, but nothing could have prepared her for feeling like an earthquake was happening inside her.

“Is it always like that?” she asked a few minutes later, when her breathing was somewhat back to normal. Aemond was laying beside her, and he seemed just as overtaken by their joining as she was, although she was pretty sure it wasn’t his first time.

“No,” he said, turning to face her. “Are you still in pain?”

“Oh no,” she replied, “it went away pretty quickly. How is it not always like that?”

He reached over, placed a hand over her mouth. “Give me a minute, harpy!”

She pushed his hand away, laughing. “Take your minute, I have some rearranging to do here.” She left him to clean herself up, undid her braid since so much of her hair had come loose, fixed her stockings. When she returned to his bed, he was fully dressed again, standing with his back to her.

“Aemond.”

He turned, and she saw that he wasn’t wearing his eyepatch. Instead, there was a brilliant sapphire where his eye had once been. He’d also removed the tie that held his hair away from his face, and it fell straight down, framing the sharp angles of his face. There was challenge in his eye, and all Carys could do was close the distance between them and stare up at him.

“Carys.”

“When did you have the sapphire put in?”

“It was much later.”

She thought for a moment. “So you had to have the skin cut open again.” When he said nothing, she shook her head, smiling. “Did you feel it?”

“Yes.”

“You’re terrifying.”

“That is why I wear the eyepatch.”

She saw the way his shoulders tensed and his back went even more straight. “I do not mean the fact that you are missing an eye is terrifying. I met you today and I have never been afraid of you. Annoyed with you, exasperated, utterly irritated, yes-”

“Oh good, and here I was thinking you’d only be terrified.”

“Please sit, my neck is starting to hurt from looking up at you.”

He sat and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer until she stood between his thighs. “Is this acceptable, wife?”

“You know, if your grandfather truly does not want me here, he can still-”

Aemond’s hands tightened on her hips. “Carys. You are my wife. I am very loyal to my family, that is true, but this was my choice. You are my choice. You may already be carrying my child.”

Carys opened her mouth to speak, but there was loud knocking on the door, and then Ser Otto was calling for Aemond.

* * * * *

“She will not be sent back,” Aemond said, sitting next to Carys in his mother’s rooms. "The marriage has been consummated, she is my choice, I do not see why we are still discussing this.”

Queen Alicent looked up at her father, who was still pacing by the window, but Aemond continued.

“If I’d broken the betrothal later on, Lord Borros might have switched his allegiance to Rhaenyra, so in any case, it would be in our best interest to honor it. And there is still Daeron you can use for any other alliance.”

Alicent closed her eyes, “he is right, father. We were not going to betroth Aemond to a Baratheon just to break with them later.”

“Fine,” Ser Otto snapped. “Welcome, Lady Carys, I wish you much joy of your marriage.” He nodded at his grandson and walked out.

“He seems sweet,” Carys said quietly, earning herself an elbow on the ribs from Aemond.

Alicent stood, “dinner should be ready shortly, I will see you both there.” She walked out, heading the opposite direction from her father.

“Come on, I will have you meet Helaena and her children.”

* * * * *

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Since I'm saving up for some things, and working on flexing some specific authorial muscles in advance of a big project, I thought I'd open up fic coms! £10 = 1000 words + however much I feel like continuing on a topic of your choice from this selection.

Not sure how tumblr will handle that image, so, full transcription/ID below:

A comission information sheet styled to resemble a pub menu or catalogue page. The heading reads "Gored Renfields, direct from my nightmares". The menu offers various pre-categorised scenarios, including cannibalism, guro, breeding, sickfic, and impact play.

Directly below the heading is text reading as follows:

BRUTAL SCENES of gore and agony will be wrought upon this man! Unlock your inner Dracula and watch our collective blorbo squirm as he suffers any of the options among this salacious selection. All described in this catalogue have been hand-picked directly from heart-pounding nightmares, and some even discussed in chat! Renfield may be subject to mutilation, mastication, and more as the events in this menu of the macabre unfold, and no inch of him is off- limits! Read through, consider these creations, & pick your- or rather, his- poison. Orders filled within three weeks.

The leftmost column is titled "Cannibalism", and is subdivided into the following options, each of which have an image, title, and subtitle:

Hog Roast. This text is accompanied by a black and white illustration of a roast suckling pig.

Subtitle: Trussed up and served is where Renfield starts this course...

He's the centrepeice of a spectacular meal, bound, gagged, and ready to be served. Spiced with historical dining knowledge and reveling in his inability to scream, this dish is for you if you like cannibalism, propriety rituals, and a good, gory party. Comes in human-on-human, vampire-on-human, and a milder role-play option (v).

Tapped Tree. This text has a black and white illustration of a metal spile, from which a drop of liquid hangs, hammered into a taphole in a tree.

Subtitle: Watch. Him. Bleed.

Did you know that a man of Renfield's height and weight has nearly 6 litres of blood? In this course, you can test this for yourself- watch as a variety of blood-related bad luck befalls our best boy. Is he serving the role of punch bowl at a vampiric soiree? Being drained dry as a punishment for failing to provide for his master? Offered up to the brides of Dracula, in an attempt to make peace? Or some devious scenario of your own creation? Either way, this option is a bloody good time!

Lethal Chef. This is accompanied by an illustration of alice and the cook from Alice's adventures in wonderland.

Subtitle: Most chefs try not to cut their fingers...

Renfield doesn't get the chance. Our favourite chew-toy really becomes one in this dish, wherein he is forced to prepare his own flesh. ALL of his body is available in this option; if he's not flexible enough to reach your favourite cut , someone else will retrieve it for you. Watch as he struggles through slicing, seasoning and searing parts of his own body; soothed by shallow healing or abandoned to your tastes. Options range from a brief, painful episode of autocannibalism, to a day slaving over a hot stove preparing his parts to feed a massive party. The choice is yours with this flexible, delectable form of torment.

Serve man. This is accompanied by an 1800s era illustration of various cuts of beef.

Subtitle: asking the delicate question.

In this world, it's eat or be eaten... This dish allows Renfield, at long last and probably against his will, to join his master in the consumption of human life. Be it snowed-in survival cannibalism or the privilege of sharing in a victim, this is what to order if you want to see Renfield with a mouthful of his kith and kin. There's a thousand ways to serve a cut of meat, and he's available for all of them-be it braised broiled or fresh enough to still be hot, this option sends Renfield to the ultimate culinary frontier.

The centre column is dominated by an outlined box containing the title "Butcher's Block", and a black and white photograph of the backroom of a butcher's shop. Below the photograph is the subtitle "Prime Cuts, Prime Prices!" Can you use into a description reading as follows:

In this à la carte atrocity, watch as Renfield is sectioned off and sold for consumption. You will get your pound of flesh be it back bacon, rump steak, or hawk; as well numerous others in this story! Farm-fresh and withing in agony, this dish features a Renfield being slowly and expertly deconstructed, with a variety of options resulting, including market stalls, wholesale halls, and a glimpse at how the sausage is made. Sprawl him out on the butcher's block in back or portion him out nicely and perfect packaging-this option is the best to really get into the meat of the man.

Below this are two text inserts. They read, in all caps: "amateur anatomist author, expert in pain" and "everything £10; less than a penny per word"

Below this, a section with headings for "scrap auction" and "highest bidder". There are two pictures of auction houses. These share a subtitle, which reads "sell his body, watch him suffer". The description is as follows:

Our dear Renfield is up for auction; standing in front of an audience in watching them assess his worth! Either piecemeal, is in the scrap auction option, or wholesale going to the highest bidder. What has he done to get himself sold? is it a true turning point in his life, or all some game he doesn't know he's playing? in this option, you can find out.

Below this is a section with the heading as you wish (customs). This has the subtitle "what, dear diner, is your will? Build your own, by the word." Below this are pricing options for custom one shots, all of which cost one pound per 100 words comma except the final, which is £20 for 2,500 words.

The lowermost block of the center column is split in half. On the left, is a section titled "inner world", with the subtitle "SCALPEL!" its description reads as follows:

This surgical smorgasbord is perfect for the medically-mine did among us. Rich with detail on organs, operations, and contemporary medical technology, this dish eschews surface-level suffering to explore what Renfield is like on the inside.

On the right, a section titled "Local Ails", with the subheading "Sick and twisted". Its description reads:

Drawing on a degree in immunology in a hundreds-strong Goodreads shelf dedicated to novel set in sanatoriums, this dish explores the horrors of pre-modern medicine, and of a Victorian immune system meeting modern germs. Be it consumption, cholera, or covid, choose this option to see our adored at his most afflicted.

The rightmost and final column is titled "smut". Like the left, it is divided into options. The first of these is titled "blood play", and headed by a Victorian medical illustration of the blood vessels and musculature of the neck, accompanied by the caption "Feel him from the inside". It's description is as follows:

Sex, blood, & rock and roll combine in this option, where Renfield bears his heart and soul in the bedroom. The author turns their anatomical knowledge to the sport of tormenting one R.M, revealing hidden facets, that they might be fucked. Be it woundfucking, knife play, biting or beyond, this is where to look if you like to taste sex and violence in the same bite.

The next title is spare the rod. It is accompanied by a woodcut of a man being flogged with a cat-o'-nine-tails. It has the subtitle "...Or not". Its description reads:

This dish sets this mess of a masochist up with exactly what he needs-a firm hand and a sore arse. In this option you'll find the cane, the tawse, the birch and more. If you want to see Renfield flogged, bound or suspended, ask for this at the counter, and be sure to be specific!

The next title is "Born and bred". It has the subtitle "eating, for two", and there's a company by an 1800 hand-drawn diagram of the anatomy of the uterus. It's description reads:

Knocked Up. Up the duff. In the family way. This option is all about pregnancy, breeding and mating, be that omegaverse, mpreg, or just some good old biologically-impossible kink. Spanning a broad spectrum from keep-coming-in-his-stomach-wound wishful thinking to baby-bumped Renfield bouncing on it and moaning, this option has something for everyone Oscar the counter for our full menu of pregnancy and pregnancy-adjacent kink.

The final category is "NOT IN STOCK (hard NOs), and is headed by a picture of empty supermarket shelves. Below this, it lists "underage, furry, scat, omo, necro" and states that we have the right to refuse service at any point before payment.

#nsft #fic #renfield (2023)#robert montague renfield #dracula #dracfield #guro #fic comissions #yes i know its not allowed shhh universal dont care #mpreg #cannibalism

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