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there was a moment in which you really thought nothing could happen to worsen it. life with arranged!gojo was truly perfect, and you couldn’t imagine anything but.

nights were spent either each other, skin to skin, shading the warmth. mornings came and he’d awake before you, pulling you closer to his chest as he nudged his nose against your ears. sometimes you’d grumble about it, other times you’d laugh softly. gojo wasn’t what you imagined he’d be like, but it’s nothing to complain about.

when he wasn’t busy, or if he made time, he’d take you out to the forest on horseback as he listened to you speak. other times he’d take you to different bakeries, asking which one you’d prefer. you could feel his anxious stare, hoping that you were enjoying your time. you’d always smile back and assure him you were.

it had been months sense everything had worked out, and truly you couldn’t be happier. though the rumors and gossip never stopped, you just stopped caring about them. after all, people could say all they wanted, but they could never be as happy as you were and that’s all that mattered.

on the days when he’s with his advisors and counselor members you’d go to the village or find something to do around the estate, but every night he’d find his way back to you and so you never worried.

except for now.

you were aware he had a longer meeting than usual today, but with your anxious pacing around your shared bedroom, fidgeting with your ring as your eyes never left the grandfather clock, about to strike one in the morning. this was strange.

you had tried going to sleep, but you awoke in only half an hour to see that your husband had still not returned, and this put you in an even worser headspace.

gojo had assured you that nothing was wrong, but there had been strange chatter around the estate walls this past week that you couldn’t shake off. maids sparing worried glances to you whenever you passed. it was common knowledge that they were the ones that knew the gossip first, but you so desperately wished to know it now.

it took nearly another hour of your frantic effort to stay awake when your bedroom door creaked open and gojo walked in.

you stood up anxiously from the corner of your bed, taking in his tired appearance. his white hair was messy, eyes sunken in. when he saw that you were awake his glare softened slightly.

“you’re not asleep?” he groggily asked as he began to take off his boots, his back rippling with muscles from under his tunic as you gnawed on your lips and he stood up.

“couldn’t,” you simply said, leaning into his outstretched arms as he pulled you into his chest, planting a longing kiss to the side of your head. one of his hands pressed tightly against your back, not moving.

there was a moment of silence, one heavy and unknown as you listened to the sound of his heartbeat.

“is everything alright?” your voice was muffled, but still audible, as you finally asked the question that was searing into your head.

there was another beat of silence, but this one was uncomfortable. gojo hadn’t let go of you yet.

“yes,” he finally said, but you had heard better lies from your sisters after they ate your pastures and said they didn’t than this.

your brows furrowed as you looked up to him.

“what took so long?” you pressed, pulling away slightly as his lips formed into a thin line, and he dragged a hand down his face.

“just…state affairs,” he turned away from you, against eye contact as he ran another hand through his hair.

you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you crossed your arms over your chest. you thought that he had at least begun to trust you enough not to lie this blatantly.

“have ogres come back from extinction?” you tried to tease, but your voice was flat and you couldn’t hide the curiosity and hurt behind it. gojo didn’t laugh, which hurt even more. you leaned back on one of the pillars of your bed and watched as he stood with his back to you , contemplating something in utter silence.

how you loathed silence.

“what’s wrong?” you ask again, your tone heavy.

your brows furrowed even more, arms tighter around your middle as he heaved a heavy breath, and when he finally tuned you wished he would’ve just stayed hidden from you. because there were spots of red in the whites of his shimmering eyes, and that was more fearful than the quite.

you tilt your head, not knowing what to do, and see his breath in shakily. the only time you had seen him cry was that night he confessed to you in the field. never again. not until now.

you take a tentative step forward, eyes searching his but he can’t bare to look at you.

“there’s been some conflict with the south for a while,” gojo finally says, though it seems like speaking is physically hurting him, “and tensions only worsened when my father stepped down.”

you nod, knowing all of this. after all, you might’ve been kept in the shadows in your old life, but you weren’t daft. you tried to keep up with the relations of the state as much as possible.

“before i married you…i,” he squeezed his eyes shut, breathing deeply, “my father had made a agreement for me to marry the southern princess to mend our relationship,”

this you knew too. but you’re hoping that all your knowledge was just trivia and nothing that was serious.

you knew of the women gojo had lined up, but in his favor and not. the southern princess being one of them.

“so?” you shake your head in confusion, stomach churning, “you’re married to me now.” you say the obvious, but you see the way he smiles softly at that, nodding.

“it worked out for us but the south wasn’t fond of…this,” you watch as he twirls his ring around, “they’ve been holding off on trade with the north and anybody who’s pledged alliance to us.” gojo jams his palms into a his eyes. for a moment he doesn’t look like the ruler he is or the warrior he’s always been but a scared boy who doesn’t know what to do.

you take another step forward, leaning into him as he deflates into you, one hand protectively going around your shoulders and the other around your waist.

“we’ll figure this out,” you say as confidently as you can, “we’ll ask for a smaller cut of their exports than usual….or offer another northerner of higher ranking northern men for their princess,” you offer, looking up at him only to see his eyes wavering, the tip of his nose pink.

he swallows thickly.

“we did,” he mutters, “we did all of those things. all of those things and more. but…”

he trails off and you shake your head, eyes wide.

“but what?” you press and he rubs at his eyes, at his stray tears.

he goes to open his kith but he can’t. you’ve never seen him like this. you feel tears coming but you don’t know why.

“the southern king, he,” your husbands voice cracks, and you pull away in shock, in fear, in terror as he tries to control a sob. the most feared man of all the land fighting down a sob, and all you could do was watch in fear.

“he’s promised war if we don’t abide by his terms.”

your own tears have stung at your eyes, maybe because your terrified of the response, making because a part of you knew that something good like this could only last for so long.

“and,” your lips tremble and how gojo longs to kiss it away, if only his hands weren’t shaking and heart pounding, “and what are his terms?”

a sad, sad look takes over his face, one that looks like a knife has been dug into his stomach and has begun to twist. he opens his kith once, twice, and fails. he can’t speak. he can’t say the wretched words out loud.

“that,” a tear streaks down his cheek, hanging on his chin, “that i uphold by the initial promise. that i marry his daughter. that i separate from…” he blinks slowly, his mouth closing and then opening, a little gasp of horror leaving your own lips as you piece together his final words,

“that i separate from you.”

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FIR CHRISTMAS MY SUSTER AND BROTHER IN LAW BUILT ME A PC AND IM SSP GRATEFUL BECAUSE THATS SO EXOENSIVE AND IF THE WORLD ENDED I WOULD BE HOLDING IT

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aemond targaryen has chosen cookie the gingerbread man as his hand.

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i need to get this out of my head. getting your nails done and getting them a little extra long to surprise your boyfriend kento nanami.

when you show them to him he doesn’t take much note of the length, but he compliments the color and design like he always does and brings your hand to his lips, placing little kisses there that make you giggle.

it’s not until you’re underneath him that he realizes just what power these nails have.

you writhing and moaning, cause he’s stretching you open on his thick length so good that it almost hurts. trying to stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your head so you can keep eye contact, while he’s praising you through the whole thing.

his perfect perfect girl.

and then you rake your nails down his back, creating red marks, and kento’s whole body shudders as he squeezes his eyes shut. his hips stutter before he buries himself deep, shooting hot white ropes of cum, filling you up.

he whines into your ear. a pretty little sound, so far from his usual composed demeanor. it makes you tighten around him, which only aids kento to cum that much harder.

he rides out his high, before he opens his eyes again, and he pants as he mumbles several fumbled apologies.

kento usually never cums before you.

he blinks almost owlishly at you, wondering what sorcery you just pulled on him, cause he swears he just saw the pearly white gates of heaven.

something about your nails, the faint pain mixed with pleasure, the newfound knowledge that there’s yet another way for you to mark him as yours. he imagines going to work tomorrow, scratch marks hidden underneath his shirt, but he’ll know. and so will you.

you swear he almost purrs when you run your fingers through his sweaty blonde hair, your nails gently scratching his scalp, and tell him not to apologize. if anything, you found it hot.

incredibly hot.

(he never asks you to scratch him up again going forward, but whenever you’re fucking, he always makes sure his shirt is off so you have free access.)

(approximately three weeks later he transfers you well over the amount that your nails cost. in the note he just writes “make sure to get them long again”)

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More Gyomei content as a treat ♥️

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I'm wondering if opening requests would push my brain into activity

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“cmere boy”

*sound of clanging pots and pans getting closer*

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Geto Suguru with different hair styles

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I disappear, drop a dragon Kyojuro thought, then disappear again

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Dragon Kyojuro cries when he holding your baby for the first time, the little horns that you constantly complained about feeling, even though they were dull the uncomfortable pushing as she seemed to headbutt your belly button irritated you. His hands run over the ridges that her wings will grow from, now just soft lumps. He admires her scales, though she has less than he does, more skin than scales he's in awe of the fusion of you two. He's looking at her like she had built the world for him, she was his world. You both were. He grasped your hand with his free one, words failing to come to him as he finally looked away from her sleeping form, barely an hour old and already exhausted. You were no better, exhausted but glowing. You had been cleaned and changed, the many midwives and Ruka had worked hard to make you comfortable in the nest of pillows and blankets Kyojuro has made in your spare room, which had come in handy as your pregnancy came to an end. You had grown increasingly uncomfortable sharing a bed with him, your body aching in every way until you were cradled in fluff and satin.

"is everything okay?" You noted his silent cries, not mentioning it but his lack of words has worried you as he stared at your daughter again. He looked up at you, waterlogged eyes locking with your own before he nodded.

"perfect. You have worked so hard and been through so much pain to bring her into this world. I am in awe of her. Of you. Your strength, your resilience. Now I may have you in my bed again and she may join us as well." You gave a half nod, too tired for more.

"will you lay with me? And her too? I am tired but I want time with you" there wasn't time for a full breath before Kyojuro was making room for the two of them. Using his free arm to maneuver your aching body so he was cradling you and your daughter. You sighed in content, sinking into the heat of his body as you listened to the soft breath of your daughter.

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America be like "you cant have free healthcare or easy access to disability but you can have a gun"

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teal eyed brothers ✨☁️🐍

the new ufotable offical art has me in shambles they did this for me

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sorry that my pussy is so wet and soft and inviting and my heart is pure and full of whimsy. as if it’s my fault.

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There's 4 in that series. And then she has so many more. I don't know how many I've read...

Anyone read Rebecca f Kenney's books? I need someone to obsessively talk about them to