#I hope they both live happy prosperous lives

[puck777]

*throws fiddlestan doodles at you and skedaddles back to my cave*

[digitalgirls]

i think i’m extra nervous for this upcoming year. usually i’m just meh about the new year, but i foresee that im gonna have to make some pretty big decisions and take major steps in my life from this year moving forward and it’s scary im not gonna lie

[nikka-v]

Chemistry- Pedro Pascal x fem! Reader smut

Summary: You are at winter holiday with your boyfriend Tom. But when you meet older man called Pedro, your whole life changes.

Warnings: nsfw, swearing?, smut, shower smut, oral (fem! receiving), age gap! (reader is in her 20s), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys), cheating, Pedro and Tom are not famous

Minors DNI, please!!

It is such a long time since I have written something. This is not proofread but I hope you will not find any big mistakes as English is not my first language. This imagine is based on my favourite movie and I just had to write it even though it took me really long time. Enjoy! 🤍

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You did not plan this. Cheating was never your option when you thought about it but let's be honest, your relationship with Tom was not exactly prospering as one would say. You liked him a lot, maybe a little bit of love was still in there but it was not as when you began. He was not a rich guy, but he was a nice, real gentleman and always supported you, no matter what but sometimes he was just a bit too much of a homebody but not in a bad way of course.

You first met him when you were nineteen through your friends. He immediately caught your eye and your friends managed to get you to hang out. Tom was working at this little bistro as a cook so it was a minimum wage job but he always managed to get you nice things or flowers and always thought about your future together, such as getting an apartment together or a little house. It lasted four years before you met Pedro, four years during which you loved Tom dearly, but it just was not meant to be, well at least that's what you told yourself that day when you first saw him.

Three years ago

It was only the second day of your long-awaited holiday in a Ski resort which was few hours from New York where you lived with your mom in an apartment. You first noticed the extremely charismatic man in the hotel restaurant where he was sitting just a few tables away from you with this charming smirk on his face. He was already looking at you and raised his glass a little as if he was cheering for you. Tom was just reading some article in the newspapers that the waitress gave him, he always preferred to read them on paper and not on his phone, so he was not paying you much attention which you definitely did not mind. The hot stranger waved at the waitress to bring him a bottle of champagne, opening it by himself and pretending that the cork fell on his head which made you laugh a little so you looked at Tom quickly who just looked up.

"I am happy that you think that it is a ridiculous price as well. Really, we would both have to find another job if we wanted a car like that," he said, thinking that you were laughing at the price of a new BMW car which was just released. You could not then look at the man again as Tom put down the newspapers and finished his coffee while talking to you about hitting the slopes later.

When you were leaving the restaurant you turned around quickly to smile at the stranger and before Tom could notice you turned to the exit, leaving the hottest man you've ever seen behind, hoping to see him again.

Your hopes did not take long to happen because when you went snowboarding, you saw him in a bar which was under one of the cableways, sitting in a lounger with a golden retriever right next to him, a glass of champagne in one hand and a book in the other one. But he noticed you immediately as well and as you discretely waved at him, he almost fell off the lounger because he wanted to wave back but you were already behind him.

That day you saw him once again as you went to your room with Tom from dinner. If you walked a little slower you would have missed him but luckily (for you, definitely not for Tom) he stopped the elevator to let you step in.

"We are good, we can wait for the next one," Tom said, frowning a little at the older man who had once again a cheeky grin on his face and his eyes were jumping between you and Tom.

"Okay then," he said, shrugging his shoulders a little and selecting his floor. You looked at Tom and then at the man, deciding if you should do something and after a quick thought, you caught the closing door to stop it.

"No, we will not wait. Floor six," you said resolutely and stepped inside, smelling a really nice cologne with a distant smell of cigarettes which worked together amazingly.

"Hello there." the man smiled at Tom, clearly with a provocative undertone but Tom was not easily provoked so he ignored it, or maybe he just did not hear it there.

"Good afternoon." he only said politely, ignoring his presence as much as he could. You, on the other hand, were not capable of ignoring him. He was standing just a few centimetres away from you, and you unknowingly brushed your shoulder over his.

"They definitely need to change the menu for the next days or I will start protesting. You in?" the man looked at you with a laugh, making you giggle as you quickly nodded.

"Of course, I will be your partner in crime. I am y/n." Tom almost invisibly shook his head but stayed quiet even when you shook the man's hand.

"Pedro," he said with a cheeky smile that rarely left his lips. You almost felt how tense Tom was behind you before the elevator stopped and you all stepped out, clearly having rooms nearby. Tom quickly walked towards the door of your room and you saw the man stopping in the room just next to you.

"Sleep well my partners in crime!" the stranger called to which Tom just rolled his eyes.

"Night," he murmured, just to be polite and disappeared into your room but you looked at the man once again.

"Bye." he planted a little kiss on the card from his room and waved it to you as if he was sending it to you which made your stomach drop a little.

"Goodbye, sir," you said, flirtation clearly detectable from your voice so you got inside with a little smile on your lips.

"That is such a weird man," Tom said as he laid on the bed and looked at his phone which he left there before.

"Come on, don't be rude, he was friendly and proper fun." you tried to be supportive of the stranger but the only reaction you got from Tom was him rolling his eyes and getting up to take a shower. You meanwhile changed into an oversized shirt in which you usually slept and jumped to the bed with a phone in your hand just to answer a message from your best friend who you quickly informed about the handsome stranger. You knew you could have trusted her with your life and that she would not tell Tom about your, at that time, silly little crush.

When Tom got out of the shower, you were already half asleep but he did not even care as he fell asleep without a word. That was not surprising, your relationship was not doing so well for some time and you rarely even touched each other.

The next morning you were rudely awakened by a church bell, 6 am was like midnight for you so it only made sense that you moaned out loud in frustration, well for you it made sense, for Tom it was annoying and he abruptly turned his back at you and hugged more his pillow.

"Why are you awake? Go to sleep," he murmured, making you frown.

"How can I when this is happening?" you sat up but the men next to you completely ignored your rhetorical question and fell asleep instead. You rolled your eyes, standing up and only in your oversized t-shirt and took one of the blankets to put it around yourself, walking out of the room to a small terrace, where you took a deep breath and rudely looked at the church. You stood there for like a minute before you looked at the next balcony where you saw the mystery man standing.

"Good morning." you smiled at him and leaned over the railing a little bit, almost as if you wanted to get closer to him even though there were like two meters between your balconies.

"Well, hello." he smiled at you and lightened up a cigarette.

"So I see that the bells also woke you up," you said with annoyance clearly detectable in your voice.

"Look I get it, they wanna praise God and love him but why don't they do it somehow differently? I work in an advertisement company, I get it that it may bring people to churches but why don't they choose a different method?" he said enthusiastically and made you laugh with that. "Billboards, social media posts or some spots on TV. Maybe even a hot air balloon that looks like Jesus, but ringing bells on Sunday morning, that is crazy!" he exaggerated and you knew he was just joking and it really made you laugh.

"So you work in an advertisement?" you asked after a few seconds of quiet, not letting the conversation stop.

"Yeah, I create slogans for companies," he said with cigarettes between his lips. Just as you wanted to say something back to him, you heard barking from his room. "Come on Luca, wait a minute, we will go." he looked into his room, talking with the dog that you saw sitting with him under the cableway. "Sorry, I have to go walk Luca."

You quickly turned around and looked to your room where Tom was still sleeping as if it was the middle of the night.

"Wait!" you whispered loudly and saw how the man looked from his room, curious about what you wanted. "Can I come with you?" you asked boldly, not knowing what to expect.

"Sure, of course." he smiled and before you knew it you were walking out of the hotel with him and his dog. Luca was jumping around you, clearly excited to be outside in the snow. "And, you are here alone?"

"Not completely, I am here with Luca." Luca barked as if he understood, making you smile lightly.

"I don't understand how can you be here just with a dog. I would be crying myself to sleep every day." it was nice, talking to someone who was not mad when you spoke what was on your mind.

"I mean, everyone is alone at the end when you think about it." the way he spoke, made you smile even though he said something so sad.

"And why are you here alone?" you didn't hesitate to ask, turning so you were walking in front of him but looking at him at the same time.

"Well, I broke up with my girlfriend. But I am not sad or mad about it, it was bound to happen from the start." he kneeled to hug Luca to probably show that he was okay with that all.

"I can't imagine being here without the partner that you were supposed to come here with," you said but kneeled as well to pet the golden retriever. It was so easy to speak to him, that is why you did not understand why after almost an hour of an amazing conversation he just disappeared for the next few days.

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You were looking for him at his usual spot in the bar under cableway, in the restaurant during dinner but it was as if he vanished. It took you almost three days before you chose to try a different pub on the hill. That is where you found him, standing on the terrace with a glass of wine in his hand and Luca lying next to him. You stood next to him and just looked at him before looking away for a second.

"Where the hell have you been for those three days?" you asked, not caring if that was too bald, but honestly the chemistry between you was so readable during the walk that you just did not want to believe that he did not feel it.

Nothing. He stayed quiet and looked through his glass of wine before he drank a little. But you did not let that confuse you.

"I said, where have you been those three days?" you repeated with a cheeky little smile on your lips. Now he looked at you and took a deep breath before he spoke.

"Truthful or socially acceptable answer?" he asked, taking another sip from his glass and you really wanted to take the glass from him and drink as well to boost your confidence.

"Truthful, of course." your eyes were stuck on his lips as he answered.

"I was trying to avoid you." his voice was a bit raspy and it made you attracted to him even more. And you exactly knew why he tried to avoid you. He felt the same way. He had to. You just chuckled, not saying anything more because you were satisfied with the answer he gave you, you were happy to hear that your feelings were reciprocated.

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That evening you got drunk with Tom in a small pub next to your hotel, maybe that was the reason why you were so confident. Tom went to the toilet, almost hitting a wall when he tried to walk through the door there because of all the vodka you guys drank and that's when you saw him. Pedro came inside, Luca as always right next to him and he was getting a bottle of wine to go.

"Please do you have a pen?" you asked a young waitress who just walked next to you. She handed you the pen and before she could ask you if you wanted a paper as well, you already started to write on a napkin your number and quickly started to walk towards Pedro. Luca was the first one to notice you and he welcomed you with his wagging tail.

"Hello." you stood close to Pedro with a grin on your face which clearly showed that you already drunk a little bit too much.

"Hello," he repeated after you and raised his eyebrows, clearly amused by you.

"What are you doing tomorrow evening around eleven?" you asked without thinking too much about it and gave him the napkin with your number.

"Why? You wanna invite me to a threesome?" he asked, laughing quietly, but he was curious about what you wanted to tell him.

"Call me on this number." he smiled and took the napkin to his hand.

"You should better return, he is coming back." Pedro nodded discreetly the way that Tom went before and you abruptly ran towards your table.

"Let's drink." you gave Tom a drink when he sat down and as you both drank, you looked at Pedro and winked at him.

And he really did call and it made you feel things that you've never felt before. You did not sleep together but even without that, it was the most intimate night you've ever had. It did not take long before you agreed to meet when you came back home to New York.

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You were hyped, telling your best friend over the phone about the date but some little part of you was a bit resistant because of Tom. You were living apart, he was in a small rented flat and you lived with your mom who was always away for her work so it seemed like you lived alone. You were sure that Tom would not find out but still, your consciousness was alarming you about the possibility of Tom finding out.

Before you knew it, you were already sitting in the beautiful restaurant, sipping from a glass of red wine and talking with Pedro about everything that came to your mind. He was smart, gentlemanly, funny and all the things you wanted in a man.

"Oh god, I am doing this again," he said suddenly, looking into your eyes.

"What are you doing?" you asked, confused by what happened and sipped your wine.

"We are talking here freely, telling each other funny things and thoughts and we are completely avoiding mentioning Tom, just so we can pretend that there is not a potential unfaithfulness in the air." his explanation did not make you think about Tom too much, you were completely captivated by this man, wanting to risk it all.

"But you know what? I am bored of this pretence. I am bored of pretending that I am not trying to get you comfortably drunk, or that I am innocently touching your leg. If you think that you are ready to start something with an almost fifty-year-old, moody man, then you have to really be sure about it. I want it, but do you, mi amor?" as you were listening to his monologue, you calmly drank your wine even though your heart was beating so quickly it almost jumped out of your body.

"If I did not want it, would I still be sitting here?" you asked, confidence somehow radiating from you. And that was the only reassurance he needed. Not even an hour later you were already sitting in a taxi, deciding which apartment to go to. There were gentle touches but your lips never met which made you want him even more.

"I'm going to take a shower," you said as you entered your apartment. "You are free to join me," you added with a smirk when he did not answer. His eyes lightened up and as you slowly walked backwards towards the bathroom, he was so close to you that it surprised you how you resisted with the kiss. But this thought left your mind immediately after you entered the shower and the hot water touched your skin almost as fast as Pedro's hands touched your body and his lips yours.

It was as if something exploded, the chemistry was almost visible between you and you could not hold yourself anymore, you needed his hands all over you, you needed his lips on you and mainly, you just needed him. He was holding you so close to him that you felt his hardening cock against you, making you moan quietly to the kiss. His hand travelled from your neck lower, over your chest, ribs, and hips and when you felt his fingers touch your clit, your legs almost stopped working.

His lips left yours, moving to your neck and you felt two of Pedro's fingers slowly enter you. Honestly, if it was not for the shower, it would make no difference as just the way he was kissing you made you wet. You dragged your nails across his back as he hit the perfect spot, making you almost see stars. This was something completely different than what you had with Tom, this connection that you two had was almost primal, it made you feel things through your body that you've never felt before.

Lost in the amazing feeling of his fingers you first did not even notice Pedro's lips leaving your neck but then you felt him kiss your thigh and it was as if you woke up, looking quickly down at him, meeting with his eyes. The smirk on his lips made you smile even more before you moaned out loud, feeling his lips sucking on your clit in a perfect rhythm with his index and middle finger.

"So pretty down here, mi amor," he murmured, sending vibrations through your clit. One of your hands moved to Pedro's curly hair, keeping him close to your core and your head leaned on the wall behind you. His short beard was scratching you, growing the sensation of his mouth even more. Your moans were like a song for him, wishing that he could hear them daily.

He licked you so good, you were filled with bliss, your eyes closed, your fingers curled in his hair.

"I fucking love this." you cried out loudly, ignoring that someone from other apartments could hear you.

"Cum for me baby." it did not take long before you do exactly that. Your legs started to shake and if you were not leaning against the wall, you would probably fall.

"Pedro.. Oh god." you moaned loudly, your hips bucked and you felt how Pedro fastened his movement, almost feasting on you as if his life depended on it.

You let out another sharp, whiny sound as you get to the edge, your body tensing and you almost feel how Pedro smirked because of how good he made you feel and he watches you through your orgasm, not even blinking.

By the time you were coming down, he was holding you against him to comfort you in a way that you really liked. Kissing you tenderly he shared your taste with you and you couldn't help but smile at the kiss because the whole situation was absolutely crazy to you. But you would not change it, you wanted to do this again and again.

"I am going to take you to the bed now and fuck another orgasm out of you," he whispered to you, making you get goosebumps even though you were really hot. As he picked you up, you instinctively put your legs around his waist and turned the water off so you could really move to the bed.

"This is so much better date than I expected," you mumbled to the kiss, feeling his rock-hard dick against you when he laid you down on the bed. It made him laugh quietly and kiss you again.

"I am glad that you expected that this is gonna happen," he said with a smirk but before you could have said anything to him, you felt his fingers on your clit again. He positioned himself over you, entering you maybe a bit too quickly but you could not wait either so you were happy to finally feel him inside you.

He started at a faster pace, too deep in his haze to even try to slow it down but you loved it. You loved the way his dick filled you up, how he whispered Spanish words to your ear and how he was paying attention to everything about your body. When he heard you moan at a particular moment, he repeated his movement. He was completely lost in you.

"Please, Pedro... You will make me cum again." you cried out loud, scratching him with your nails on his back and pushing your hips against his, making him go even further. It did not take him that long to feel his thighs shake a little but he just wanted his release to be in the same moment as yours so he touched your clit again, making there small, quick circles. You stopped breathing for a moment as you felt the pressure building in your inner core.

The moment when you reached your climax you felt how he pressed himself to you one last time, his release spilling into you. You were holding him so close to you, needing the comfort of his body in a moment like that.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, whispering sweet nothings, kissing and holding onto each other. Pedro then stood up and brought you a hot, wet towel, helping you to clean yourself before he hugged you again and refused to let you go. But the truth is, you did not even want him to let you go, you needed to stay like this with him.

"Where were you my whole life, mi amor?" he whispered suddenly, making you laugh quietly. You knew that this was what you wanted. Even though you loved Tom before, this was your future. This man was going to be yours.

[rosie-rosem]

just married !

❥ pairing: nonidol!niki x fem!reader

❥ genre: arrangedmarriage!au, angst, fluff, highschool!au, unrequited love > requited love

❥ summary: You and Ni-ki are set up in an arranged marriage by your parents and even though you've liked him for the longest time, you're not so happy about the idea of being forced into this, and Ni-ki isn't either (or his girlfriend). How will this go?

❥ warnings: arranged marriage, bullying, grammar mistakes, not proofread!!!, let me know if I forgot something!

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WC: 3.8k

A/N: I'm back from my trip, I actually was able to visit Korea and Japan! it was so beautiful! anyway, I know this isn't tweeting hearts but it's been in my drafts so I fixed it up a bit and wanted to post it just so there is something new, so I hope you like it. also, this one is a longer one.

You've always had a crush on Niki. From the first moment you laid eyes on him in your parents' luxurious living room during one of their many business meetings, you fell for him. His longish black hair, striking brown eyes, and charming smile made your heart race. You'd even managed to have a few conversations with him, but you doubted he even remembered your name.

The years passed, and you grew from "childhood friends" into high school students. Your feelings for Niki only intensified. You watched from a distance as he dated other girls, your heart aching with every passing romance. It was clear that Niki wasn't interested in you, and you had resigned yourself to the idea that he might never be.

Meanwhile, Niki's current girlfriend, Yunji, was another source of your frustration. She had somehow discovered your crush on Niki, and she took every opportunity to make your life difficult. She made annoying remarks and spread rumors about you, painting you as the lovelorn girl who would never have a chance with Niki.

High school was already challenging, and the added stress of dealing with Yunji's taunts and Niki's obliviousness was almost too much to bear. But then, things took an unexpected turn. It was right before your eighteenth birthday when your parents approached you with an announcement that left you stunned.

"Y/N," your mother said one evening after dinner with niki and his parents, "We have some news to share with you."

You exchanged glances with your parents, trying to read the expressions on their faces. Their business partnership with Niki's family had always been prosperous, but it seemed like something more significant was happening.

"Your father and I have been in discussions with Niki's parents," your mother continued. "We've decided that the two of you will get married."

The words hung in the air, and you felt like the ground had shifted beneath your feet. Marriage? You were still in high school, and while you had expected an eventual arranged marriage due to your parents' business alliance, you never thought it would happen so soon, or with someone you had such complicated feelings for.

Niki was sitting across from you, and he looked as stunned as you felt. He turned to his parents, shocked by the announcement.

"What?" Niki finally managed to sputter, his eyes locked onto yours.

You could hardly bring yourself to meet his gaze, so you looked down at your plate, your heart pounding in your chest. This was a mess, a complete and utter mess.

"I know it's sudden," your father said, trying to sound reassuring. "But it's in the best interest of both our families. We've known Niki's family for so long, and it's a solid match."

Niki's mother nodded in agreement. "We believe this will strengthen our partnership and ensure a bright future for both of you."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Your parents were making decisions about your life without even consulting you. You looked at Niki, hoping to find some sign of protest in his eyes, but all you saw was resignation. He seemed just as unhappy about the arrangement as you were.

In the weeks that followed, preparations for the upcoming marriage were made in a whirlwind. Both your parents had set a date for the ceremony – just a few days after your eighteenth birthday. You felt like you were living in a nightmare, unable to wake up from this surreal situation.

High school became a place of rumors and gossip. Whispers of your marriage with Niki spread like wildfire. Yunji, who had always enjoyed making your life difficult, seemed to revel in the chaos. She mocked you openly, taking every opportunity to remind you that Niki would never be yours.

One day, as you were leaving school, you heard her voice behind you. "So, Y/N, how does it feel to be Niki's little pawn in this game?"

You clenched your fists, trying to ignore her taunts. You didn't want to give her the satisfaction of a reaction, but it was getting increasingly difficult.

Yunji continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "I'm sure you've been dreaming of this day for years, right? Your fairytale ending with Niki."

You stopped in your tracks, unable to take it anymore. Turning to face her, you forced yourself to speak. "This isn't what I wanted, Yunji. You think you know everything, but you have no idea how complicated this is for me."

Yunji smirked, clearly enjoying your discomfort. "Oh, please. You've been following Niki like a lost puppy for years. You practically threw yourself at him, and now you're getting what you wanted."

You shook your head, your voice trembling with frustration. "You're wrong, Yunji. I never wanted this, and I certainly never asked for it. I didn't have a say in any of this, just like Niki."

Yunji's laughter cut through the tension. "Keep telling yourself that, Y/N. Maybe someday Niki will see through your act."

With those words, she walked away, leaving you seething with anger and helplessness. You couldn't deny that you'd had a crush on Niki, but this wasn't how you had ever envisioned being with him. It was a forced marriage, and the pressure from both your parents and your classmates was suffocating.

The days leading up to the wedding were a blur of dress fittings, meetings with the wedding planner, and endless discussions about the future. Niki remained distant throughout the process, his frustration with the situation evident. You had never felt so alone, even as you were surrounded by people making decisions for you.

The night before the wedding, as you lay in bed, you couldn't shake the feeling that your life was spiraling out of control. You needed to talk to someone, and the only person who came to mind was your best friend, Jiwoo.

With trembling hands, you picked up your phone and called Jiwoo. After a few rings, she answered, her voice filled with concern. "Y/N, what's wrong?"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you poured out your heart to Jiwoo. You told her about your unrequited love for Niki, the forced marriage, the constant taunts from Yunji, and the overwhelming pressure from your parents. Jiwoo listened intently, offering words of comfort and understanding.

"Y/N," she said, "I can't imagine how difficult this must be for you. But you know that I'll always be here for you, right?"

You nodded, even though she couldn't see you. "I know, Jiwoo. You're the only one who truly understands what I'm going through."

As the night wore on, Jiwoo's words provided some comfort, but they couldn't erase the uncertainty and fear that filled your heart. You couldn't help but wonder how Niki was feeling. Was he as trapped as you were, or had he managed to find a way to escape this unwanted fate?

The wedding day arrived with a mixture of nerves and apprehension. You stood in front of the mirror, your heart racing, as the stylist worked on your hair and makeup. The long white dress your parents had chosen for you was beautiful, but it felt like a prison. It was a reminder of the life you were about to enter, one that you hadn't chosen for yourself.

As you made your way to the venue, you could hear the hushed whispers of the guests and the flash of cameras. The wedding was a grand affair, with both families' business associates and friends in attendance. You felt like a puppet on display, and the weight of expectation pressed down on you.

When you finally reached the altar, Niki was waiting for you. He wore a tailored black suit, looking handsome as ever, but there was an aura of tiredness coming from him. He didn't meet your eyes, and you couldn't blame him. This wasn't the way anyone should start a marriage.

The ceremony began, and the officiant's words were a blur as you struggled to keep your emotions in check. You could feel the eyes of the crowd on you, the whispers and judgments weighing you down. When it came time to exchange vows, Niki finally looked at you.

"I promise to do my best to make this work," he said, his voice strained. It wasn't the declaration of love you had dreamed of, but it was all you were going to get.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you said your vows, promising to support and stand by Niki, even though your heart was heavy with doubt. The exchange of rings followed, and the weight of the commitment settled over you like a shroud.

As the ceremony ended, you and Niki were officially married. The crowd erupted in applause, and you forced a smile for the cameras, all the while feeling like a stranger in your own life. Niki's family and yours congratulated you both, offering well-wishes and advice on marriage, but you couldn't help but feel detached from it all.

The reception that followed was a big affair, with a lot of gourmet food, live music, and dancing. You tried to enjoy the festivities, but the weight of the situation hung over you like a dark cloud. Yunji's presence at the reception only added to your discomfort. She continued to mock you, making rude remarks about your wedding and your future with Niki.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. You excused yourself from the table and headed to a quiet corner of the venue, where you could be alone for a moment. The tears you had been holding back finally began to flow, and you buried your face in your hands.

"You, okay?"

The voice was soft and gentle, and you looked up to see Niki standing there. He looked awkward, as if he wasn't sure what to say or do. You wiped away your tears and tried to compose yourself.

"I'm fine," you replied, your voice trembling. "Just needed a moment."

Niki nodded, and for a moment, there was a tense silence between you two. Then, he surprised you by speaking.

"I didn't ask for this either, you know."

His words caught you off guard. "Oh, You didn't?" you said sarcastically.

Niki sadly chuckled, and his eyes held a hint of vulnerability. "I've always felt like my parents had this image of the perfect future for me, and I was just expected to go along with it. But I never wanted any of this, especially not at this age."

As he spoke, you saw a glimmer of the real Niki, the one behind the charming facade. It was a moment of connection, a shared understanding of the unfair situation you both found yourselves in.

"I'm sorry for everything, Y/N," Niki continued. "I know I've been distant, but I didn't know how to handle all of this."

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief that he understood your struggle as well. "I'm sorry too, Niki. I never wanted any of this, and it's been really hard."

Niki hesitated for a moment before offering a small, tentative smile. "Maybe we can figure this out together. I don't know what the future holds, but we can make the best of it."

It was a far cry from the passionate love you had once dreamt of, but it was a start. In that moment, you realized that you and Niki were both victims of circumstances beyond your control. Perhaps, in time, you could find a way to make your marriage work, maybe not out of love, but out of a shared determination to reclaim your lives.

The reception continued, and you and Niki reentered the festivities, both with a renewed sense of resolve. The night wore on, and the guests celebrated the union of the two families. For now, you were bound together by a marriage you hadn't chosen, but you were determined to face the future with strength and resilience.

As the weeks turned into months, you and Niki navigated the challenges of your arranged marriage. It wasn't easy, and there were many obstacles to overcome. Niki's relationship with Yunji continued to be a source of tension, and it was clear that she still had resentment toward you. Niki remained oblivious to her true feelings, and it was a constant source of frustration for you.

One evening, as you and Niki sat in your shared living room, you decided it was time to have a conversation about the situation with Yunji. You had reached a breaking point and couldn't continue to endure her hostility.

"Niki," you began, taking a deep breath, "we need to talk about Yunji."

Niki looked at you with a confused expression. "What about her?"

You chose your words carefully. "I know that she's not happy about our marriage, but she's been making things difficult for me. I think it's important for us to address this issue."

Niki's brow furrowed as he considered your words. "I hadn't realized she was causing problems for you. I'll talk to her and try to sort things out."

You appreciated Niki's willingness to address the issue, but you knew that this wasn't a problem that could be solved with a simple conversation. Yunji's resentment ran deep, and you suspected that her anger went beyond just your marriage.

Days later, Niki had a conversation with Yunji, and it didn't go as smoothly as you had hoped. She was defensive and unwilling to admit her true feelings. The tension between Niki and Yunji only seemed to grow, and you couldn't help but feel like a pawn in their complicated dynamic.

As the months passed, you and Niki struggled to find common ground in your marriage. While you had a newfound understanding of each other's feelings about the forced arrangement, you couldn't escape the fact that your marriage lacked love and passion. It was a marriage of convenience, a union formed for the sake of your parents' business partnership.

One evening, as you sat on your shared balcony, watching the city lights twinkle in the distance, you turned to Niki as he suddenly spoke, "Do you ever wonder what our lives would be like if we had the freedom to choose who we wanted to be with?" You looked away from him while slightly frowning at his question.

Niki gazed at the cityscape, deep in thought. "Y-yeah, but that's not our reality." you said slowly.

He nodded, "I know. It's just...sometimes, I can't help but wish for something more." He said. You sighed "I think I'm going to head to bed, I'm tired." You said, avoiding eye contact.

The conversation with Niki left you feeling disheartened. It was clear that he still viewed your marriage as a mere arrangement, devoid of any romantic potential. You couldn't help but wonder if there was a chance for your feelings to ever be reciprocated.

As you lay in bed that night, your mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The boy you had loved for so long was just as distant as ever, and the prospect of ever breaking through to his heart felt increasingly impossible. It was a painful realization that you had tried so hard to avoid, but it was becoming undeniable.

In the days that followed, you couldn't help but distance yourself from Niki. You tried to keep your emotions hidden, focusing on your studies and other aspects of your life, but it was difficult when you were living under the same roof with him. Your interactions became increasingly polite but distant, and the emotion between you grew wider.

Niki, too, began to sense the growing divide between you. He couldn't help but wonder if his words had hurt you, even though he had no idea about your long-standing feelings for him. He found himself regretting that night on the balcony, wishing he could take back his words and offer you some comfort.

One evening, Niki decided to make amends. He knocked on your bedroom door and found you sitting at your desk, engrossed in your book. You looked up when he entered, and he could see the weariness in your eyes.

"Y/N, we need to talk," Niki began, his tone earnest.

You closed your book and turned your full attention to him, curiosity mixed with a touch of apprehension. "What is it, Niki?"

Niki took a deep breath, struggling to find the right words. "I want you to know that I didn't mean to upset you the other night. I've been thinking about it, and I regret saying what I did."

You studied him for a moment, trying to understand his sincerity. "Niki, it's okay. You were just being honest. I appreciate your honesty."

Niki shook his head, a hint of frustration in his voice. "No, you don't understand. I didn't consider how my words might have affected you, and I want you to know that I'm sorry if I offended you."

Your heart ached at his words, but you still held back the truth about your own feelings. "Niki, we're both in this situation, and it's not ideal for either of us. Let's just make the best of it."

Niki couldn't shake the feeling that he had missed something important. He left your room with a heavy heart, realizing that he needed to confront his own emotions and what he truly wanted from this marriage.

Over the following weeks, Niki made an effort to get to know you better. He spent more time with you, engaging in conversations, sharing stories, and learning about your dreams and aspirations. The more he discovered about you, the more he found himself drawn to your kindness, resilience, and intelligence.

As his feelings for you began to evolve, he couldn't help but reflect on his past with Yunji. The intense arguments and the constant friction had taken a toll on their relationship. He realized that the connection he had with you, despite the circumstances, was much more harmonious and genuine.

One evening, as you both sat in the living room, Niki hesitated before finally speaking, "Y/N, I've been doing some thinking."

You turned to him, intrigued. "What's on your mind?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes locked on yours. "I've realized that I enjoy spending time with you. You're a great person, and I want to be a better husband to you."

Your heart skipped a beat, but you maintained your composure. "That's kind of you to say, Niki."

Niki pressed on, determined to be honest with you. "I've also come to see that my relationship with Yunji is not working. We argue all the time, and it's exhausting. I think it's time for us to break up."

You were taken aback by his words, and you couldn't hide the flicker of hope in your eyes. "Niki, are you sure about this?"

Niki nodded. "I've never been surer about anything. I want to be with someone who makes me happy."

The room was charged with unspoken emotions, and you found yourself torn between revealing your feelings for Niki or keeping them hidden. The thought of his breakup with Yunji had ignited a glimmer of hope within you, but you still couldn't be sure if your feelings would be reciprocated.

Niki, his eyes fixed on you, was waiting for a response. He was sincere in his desire to be a better husband to you and his intention to end his tumultuous relationship with Yunji. But you knew that taking a step towards love was a complex journey, especially given the circumstances surrounding your marriage.

You took a deep breath and decided to be honest, up to a point. "Niki, I appreciate your honesty and your willingness to make this marriage work. It means a lot to me that you want to be a better husband."

Niki's eyes shone with gratitude. "I'm glad you understand, Y/N. I want us to have a real chance at happiness."

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "I believe in giving this marriage a genuine try, Niki. We both deserve that."

As the days turned into weeks, Niki followed through with his decision to end things with Yunji. It was a difficult process, filled with emotional turmoil, but he was determined to move forward. You stood by his side, offering your support and understanding. It was during this challenging period that you both began to build a stronger foundation for your marriage.

With Yunji out of the picture, Niki's focus shifted entirely to you. He made an effort to get to know you on a deeper level, and he couldn't help but marvel at the strength of your character.

Niki found himself drawn to your warmth and kindness, and it wasn't long before he started to experience a shift in his feelings. What began as a reluctant friendship had the potential to blossom into something more. He was falling for you, but he remained oblivious to your hidden feelings.

One evening, you and Niki found yourselves watching a movie together on the couch. Your shoulders were touching, and a warm, comfortable silence filled the room. As the movie played on, Niki couldn't resist the urge to speak his mind.

"Y/N," he began, his voice gentle, "I have to admit that I've been feeling a strong connection between us lately."

You turned to him, your heart pounding in your chest. "I've felt it too, Niki. I think our friendship is growing stronger."

Niki's gaze met yours, and he smiled softly. "It's more than that, Y/N. I've realized that I care for you deeply. I never expected this, but I can't deny my feelings anymore."

Your heart soared with hope, but you couldn't help but remain cautious. Niki still had no idea about your long-standing crush on him. "Niki, I value our friendship too, and I'm glad we're getting closer. But there's something I haven't told you."

Niki furrowed his brow, concerned. "What is it, Y/N?"

You took a deep breath, summoning the courage to reveal your secret. "Niki, I've had feelings for you for a long time. Even before this marriage was arranged."

Niki's eyes widened in surprise, and he stared at you in disbelief. "You...you've liked me all this time?"

You nodded, feeling a mix of vulnerability and relief. "Yes, but I never thought you'd feel the same way, so I tried to keep it hidden."

Niki's expression shifted from shock to realization, and a warm smile graced his lips. "Y/N, you have no idea how much this means to me. I've fallen for you too. I'm so glad you told me."

Tears welled up in your eyes, and Niki gently wiped them away with his thumb. In that moment, the weight of unspoken emotions lifted, and the connection between you deepened. You had both discovered that sometimes, love can emerge from unexpected circumstances, and that the most profound relationships can be found where you least expect them.

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© rosie-rosem

[brujaluas]

how to speed up the connection with your future spouse

Hi, this would be a sample of what my paid readings are like and how I intend to do the readings on Patreon as well. I gave a lot of myself to this special edition, I hope you enjoy it.

pile 1 has slightly delicate subjects, so be careful when reading, I'm not very good with words and I end up being too direct. I'm sorry for anything.

everything about my paid readings and personal spells

pile 1

Right at the beginning I feel a bad energy, it even gave me back pain, you are hurting yourself a lot, it could even be physically, I'm sorry for saying this but I believe it is necessary to remove all the veils so that I can do a good drawing for you, continuing… you are hurting yourself and punishing yourself and this has been happening for a while now, it is painful and very painful, it is as if you think you deserve to go through this, you cultivate many bad habits with yourself, someone may have put this in your head or has harmed you too, I advise you to take a herbal bath, cleanse your energy spiritually, you are stuck in a painful situation, and you need to free yourself from it, I also see that you need to create greater responsibility, love It's something really beautiful, but keep your feet on the ground, evaluate people well, create greater maturity to manage your feelings and emotions, that's what you're asked to do, you have the key to your solutions, like that at the beginning, I'll be back to say again: you need to end a cycle. I know this is very difficult, it is something that requires a lot of patience and dedication and sometimes we are so exhausted that we feel like we won't make it, but you will. we will. You need to end this toxic cycle that you created with yourself, you need to do this so that true love finds you. Soon after you manage to complete this cycle, in less than two years, or even a year, you will find who you deserve. you can communicate over the internet first, some online contact, there is a vintage vibe between you, you can also like to communicate by letters, for many, I feel like it is a man, or someone with strong masculine energy, possibly, it is a foreigner, it can being from a different city or even a different country, with different habits, you may meet on a trip, or your future spouse may end up passing through the place where you live, it is a love that will teach you a lot, especially to mature your ideas and maybe even teach you some things about life, I won't deny it, there may be barriers in sight, it's not clear what it will be, but there will be some obstacles, it's as if the universe wanted to put you and your love to test so that they can be together, it could be a difference of ideas, geographically, someone in the family is opposed… things like that, but you love each other, and you have both gone through a healing process, this person went through it before, you more recently, but they are both fine, I see a bright future, very beautiful and full of joy, you waking up with a smile on your face seeing your love by your side, something like that.

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I see you in a very happy moment, maybe you are even in a relationship with someone, I'm a little confused, unlike the other pile, this one presents excellent images at the beginning, it can also be a confirmation that your manifestation and prayers to find your true love are flowing, you can even meet in dreams and not know it, something that tells me that this connection is already activated in some way. It's beautiful, for some of you, I feel like you're older, or you have an old soul, you've been through a lot in your lives, true warriors, I'm impressed with the commitment you have to life and to you. A very beautiful and revolutionary healing happened here, or will happen very soon, I see you achieving emotional, spiritual peace, in other words, it is as if you became your best friend who is always in the stands cheering for you. I see many prosperous fruits, you can achieve a great career, some dream of being a mother or father here, I see you achieving this, you can have 2 to 4 children, I see you building a beautiful house and living with your love, what can I say? You look great, you can live in the countryside, because you want silence. you can make a lot of plans, you can move somewhere, or I see that some are living far away from their parents and after marriage they will move closer to them, your passion will make you feel a huge impulse, like seeing old friendships again, Going to places where you went as a child, with this euphoria you may end up doing things that are a little questionable, be careful with that, but even so I see the purest success here, you are learning very well to defend yourself and that is good, in the beginning The print run made it seem like you already know your future spouse, and I see that this feeling is because for some, it's an ex. you are undergoing immense progress and evolution, your future spouse is too, you are on the same level in everything, it's like it's something mirrored, there's nothing I can say, I think, just that you keep doing whatever you're doing, it's just a matter of time.

[xtrafluffyteddy]

Warm embrace

Death! Simon Riley x Life! Reader

Ghost can never say no to you

You and ghost had had a tumultuous past both of you constantly circling each other like a sun and it’s planet while you would breathe life into the newest creations, holding their hands through tough moments ghost would be there at the end to carry them to what ever they believed in, in ghosts eyes you were to pure for him, he was jealous of how you held the gift of life at your very finger tips while everything he touched withered and decayed joining the great beyond once more

“Who’s that” he asked one day as he caught you standing above a small babies crib that he was sent to claim even though it seemed like barely a moment for the small thing to live “his mother called him Johnny” you coo reaching down to pet the curl brown locks away from the little ones forehead “are you sure you have to take him?” You question turning to him no judgment in your eyes, you knew it was just the way things were “yes love you know I do” he sighs looking down at the now giggling and gurgling baby “can’t we just give him a little longer” you plead placing a soft hand to ghosts chest flowers growing between the crack of his rib cage. He couldn’t resist you when you gave him that soft smile and puppy eyes “fine but only for a little while I can only hold off for so long” he grins when you press soft kisses to his cheek more flowers growing from your touch

You both watched Johnny for a long time, both of you growing a fondness watching him grow into the strong man he is now, he fought hard for what he believed in and was fiercely loyal to those he called friends it made your three hearts race with joy as you watched him be prosperous and achieved what he wanted in life and your sure if ghost had a heart he’d be happy to

But his clock was ticking down, his name was coming up on the roster and ghost couldn’t make an exception again no matter how much you pleaded and begged, “it’s his time lovie” he sighed as you sniffled. It had been centuries since ghost had seen you cry “I know I guess it’s just hard” you sigh having to watch Soap get shot at point blank range “be gentle with him?” You plead “always am love” ghost murmured as he kneeled down to pick up soaps soul gently cradling him in his arms like someone carrying the one they love to bed after they fall asleep where they shouldn’t be “rest easy dearest boy” you whisper pressing a ghost of a kiss to soaps forehead “you did good soldier now it’s time to rest” ghost whispered as he tucked soaps soul safely into his robe you hopes one day he’ll show up on your roster again, so he can feel the warmth of the sun once more and experience all life has to offer once again.

[itselriel]

A hint of Jasmine

Throughout Acotar, the Jasmine flower is mentioned a couple of times. First, in relation to Elain and second, in relation to the Night Court. Today I’m going to be breaking down some facts and a little bit of history about this beautiful flower that blooms at night and how it is both attached to Elain and the Night Court.

Here is a quote from the ACOTAR series that shows Elain smells like Jasmine: “Elain was in the private library. Nesta knew it before she’d cleared the stairs, covered in dust from the library. Her sisters delicate sent of Jasmine and Honey lingered in the red-stoned hall.”

Here is a quote from the ACOTAR series that shows the Night Court / Verlaris smells like Jasmine: “I smelled Jasmine first—then saw stars flickering beyond glowing pillars of moonstone that framed the sweeping view of endless snowcapped mountains. ‘Welcome to the Night Court,’ was all Rhys said.”

Here are two quotes that show the Night Court has Jasmine flowers:

“Nesta ran a finger over her ivory and obsidion place setting, examining the silverware and vines of night-bloomimg Jasmine engraved around the hilts.”

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“Great scaled black beasts were carved into those gates, all coiled together in a nest of claws and fangs, sleeping and fighting, some locked in an endless cycle of devouring each other. Between them flowed vines of Jasmine and moon flowers.”

What is Jasmine? Jasmine is a rich and flourishing plant and is one of the most beautiful and fragrant flowers in the world.

What does the Jasmine flower represent? Jasmine flowers symbolize love, beauty and sensuality. It’s pure white blossoms also represent purity.

In the ACOTAR series it is said by the Archeron sisters mother that Elain “shall wed for love and beauty.”

What is the language of the Jasmine flower? In the language of flowers, the Jasmine flower is saying “I care deeply” or “I am with you in spirit.”

What is the Biblical meaning of the Jasmine name? The meaning of Jasmine is “Gift from God.”

Reminder: Azriel and Elain’s name meanings in Hebrew both have to do with God and are both connected to each other, like a puzzle piece. Azriel’s name meaning in Hebrew is “God is my help.” Elain’s name meaning in Hebrew is “God has answered me.”

What does Jasmine symbolize in Buddhism? Jasmine holds great importance in Buddhism. It symbolizes compassion, empathy and showing kindness to all living beings of the world.

A quote from Feyre about Elain in ACOWAR: “Elain had always been gentle and sweet—and I had considered it a different sort of strength. A better strength. To look at the hardness of the world and choose, over and over, to love, to be kind.”

Jasmine in Greek Mythology: In Greek Mythology, Jasmine is associated with Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty and love.

What is the emotion of Jasmine flowers? The scent of Jasmine has the abilty to relax and uplift. It is a floral, musky, sweet and sensual scent all at once.

When do Jasmine flowers bloom? Jasmine flowers bloom at night to attract nocturnal pollinators such as moths and bats. Night blooming Jasmine is also known as Lady of the night.

What does it mean to smell Jasmine at night? Smelling Jasmine at night could be a sign that the spirit of a loved one is checking in on you or wants to communicate.

What do the colors of Jasmine represent? White is for innocence. Pink is for new love. Yellow is for joy.

Diving Deeper: In some traditions, Jasmine is believed to attract positive energy, promote happiness and offer protection against negative influences. The Jasmine flower could also symbolize hope, good fortune and positive outcomes. The delicate blossoms of the flower are seen as happiness and prosperity.

[anonymousewrites]

Logos and Pathos (AOS Edition) Chapter Twenty-Seven

AOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Bond of Love

Summary: Spock and (Y/N) get to confirm their love.

Mouse Note: Tada! Here ends Logos and Pathos (AOS)! I hope you guys enjoyed, I know I did! Eventually, I will do the TOS movies, too, but for now, there will be other stories. I hope you guys will check those out. Until then, thank you for all the support. It's been wonderful!

            (Y/N)’s eyes opened to hospital lights, and they groaned. This was a now-familiar situation. Luckily, once again, a hand touched theirs, and (Y/N) was grounded in the moment by a comforting aura—the aura of the man they loved.

            “Hello, dear,” said (Y/N), turning to smile at Spock. “I’m sorry if I worried you again.”

            Spock gazed at them. “Your mind took quite the hit. You were as skilled as ever, but, please, do not risk yourself so. The Captain handled the rest, Edison and his remaining crew, but you...you were hurt.” He pressed his fingers to theirs. “I cannot stand it. I cannot lose you, T’hy’la.”

            (Y/N) smiled at Spock. “You will always have me, Spock. Me and my heart…”

            “I want nothing more than your heart,” said Spock. “However…” He looked at (Y/N). “If you would have me, I would have your hand.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened. “Your-Your hand?” They had thought he wanted to leave them. Was he…was he serious? “But what about Vulcan—”

            “Vulcan will recover,” said Spock. “My heart will not if I am apart from you. I have never known another heart like yours. And I do not wish to.” His gaze moved to (Y/N)’s eyes with such intensity and pure love that (Y/N)’s breath left them. “If you would have me, I would be yours forever. (Y/N), my one and only t’hy’la, the only one my heart longs for…will you marry me?”

            (Y/N) grinned widely and let out a laugh of pure joy. “Yes! Yes, Spock, my dear, my love, I’ll marry you!”

            They launched themself from the hospital bed and hugged Spock tightly. His arms wound around their waist. (Y/N) gazed at Spock with pure adoration.

            “Can I kiss you?” they asked, looking at the man they were going to marry.

            “Forever,” said Spock, unable to help a smile.

            (Y/N) kissed him passionately, and Spock kissed them back. He lifted them up by the waist and spun them around, letting them laugh and kiss him again.

            Spock and (Y/N) were going to marry.

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            “Remember, Spock, this is not the end of a relationship but the beginning of a new one. Marriage always requires work, communication, and love,” said Amanda, brushing off Spock’s formal Vulcan attire. She smiled at him. “But you and (Y/N) are going to be happy together. I know it. I’m so proud of you, Spock.” She squeezed his arm before walking out of the room to prepare for the wedding to begin.

            Sarek and Spock were left alone.

            “Spock,” said Sarek, as formal as ever.

            “Father,” said Spock.

            “The question of your relationship has been of some consideration among Vulcans,” said Sarek.

            “I am aware that the council wished for me to marry a Vulcan,” said Spock. “But I cannot, even if (Y/N) is not a Vulcan.”

            Sarek raised a hand, and Spock stopped. “Your choice is no issue. (L/N) is an efficient, intelligent, impressive officer. They are very suitable.” He looked at Spock. “And after meeting Ambassador Spock, I never expected anything less.”

            Spock nodded. This was Sarek’s approval (and it was quite the approval. It was Sarek’s version of saying “(Y/N) is a good choice, and I’m glad you’re marrying them”). Both of his parents liked (Y/N) and were happy for the pair (even without saying it, Spock knew).

            Sarek nodded in return to Spock and raised his hand in the Vulcan salute. “Live long and prosper, Spock. Together with your spouse.”

            Spock returned the gesture. “Thank you, Father.”

            Sarek nodded and left Spock. He spent a final moment looking at himself in a mirror before exiting the room to go to the wedding venue itself. The garden he and (Y/N) would be married in was lined with flowers and trees, alive and bursting with color. He gazed at the canopy of flowers around where he and (Y/N) would stand for their marriage.

            “Hey, Spock. You’re looking good. Are you excited?” said Kirk, appearing by Spock’s side.

            “Captain, the question is unnecessary. I have no need to be excited. This is merely solidifying how (Y/N) and I already regard each other,” said Spock.

            “I still say you are,” said Kirk, clapping Spock on the back.

            “I am…pleased,” acknowledged Spock. That was all Kirk would get, but it spoke volumes for how Spock felt about marrying the love of his life.

            “I’m so happy for you,” said Kirk, grinning. “You and (Y/N) are perfect for one another.”

            Spock nodded. “Thank you for accompanying me to my wedding as my friend.”

            “Of course, Spock. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. You’re like my brother,” said Kirk.

            “Oh, god, just don’t become like him. I can’t deal with two of him,” said Bones, walking up beside them.

            “I doubt the captain could act like a Vulcan,” said Spock.

            “Thankfully,” said Bones.

            “I wouldn’t want to. No one can be Spock,” said Kirk, grinning.

            “Thank you for coming, Doctor,” said Spock.

            Bones waved a hand. “For all the arguments we have—”

            “—I believe it to be banter,” said Spock.

            “—I like you, stangely enough. So I’m glad you and (Y/N) are getting married. You took long enough to get together, and you took long enough to get married,” said Bones. He looked at Spock. “You’re going to be good for one another. You’re going to be happy. Congratulations.”

            “Even Bones is happy,” said Kirk, laughing.

            Spock nodded. As was he. He was going to marry (Y/N).

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            “We’re so happy for you,” said Eirene, (Y/N)’s mother. She kissed (Y/N)’s forehead and let her joy radiate through the room.

            “You and Spock are wonderful together,” said Nikomedes, (Y/N)’s father. “I’m so happy for you.” He squeezed his child’s hand. “I’m so happy that you’re in love.”

            “All we want is for you to be happy,” said Eirene.

            “I am.” (Y/N) smiled. “I am so happy. I really love Spock.”

            “Then you’re going have a wonderful marriage,” said Eirene. “We’re so happy, darling.”

            “Truly,” said Nikomedes, smiling.

            Uhura peeked her head in. “It’s time. Everyone’s ready.”

            “Thank you, Nyota,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “We’ll see you in a moment, darling,” said Eirene, walking out with her husband.

            Uhura grinned at (Y/N). “You look incredible, (Y/N).”

            “Thank you,” said (Y/N).

            “Hey, hey, come on!” Merope stuck her head into the room. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

            “I tried to stop her,” said Alekto in amusement. “But she’s very excited.”

            “Almost more excited than me,” laughed (Y/N).

            “Only because I’m so happy that you’re getting married to the man you love!” said Merope.

            (Y/N) smiled. That’s right. They were marrying Spock, who they loved so deeply it was impossible to think it had an end.

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            (Y/N) rounded the garden path and faced the aisle of flowers and chairs. Friends and family sat on either side to support the happy couple, but (Y/N) had eyes only for Spock waiting at the end of the aisle. (Y/N) passed by Sarek and Amanda and Eirene and Nikomedes. Kirk, Bones, Uhura, Sulu, Scotty, Chekov, and several other Enterprise crew members sat in the seats and watched with smiles as (Y/N) approached Spock. Merope and Alekto held each other’s hands tightly, love spiraling up from around them and mixing with (Y/N)’s own affection for everyone present. Happiness danced in the air like rays of sunlight, enveloping (Y/N) in the love and care of their friends and family.

            (Y/N) stepped onto the dais, and the canopy of flowers bloomed above them into a rainbow of life and color. Sunlight shone down on them, and everyone gazed at the couple, but Spock and (Y/N) only had eyes for one another. They were so in love with each other, and that was all that their hearts could focus on.

            The Celian officiant stepped forward. “We are gathered here today to see the union of (Y/N) and Spock.” She raised her hands. “May we have the rings?”

            Kirk and Uhura stood from their seats and approached to hand (Y/N) and Spock the rings.

            “(Y/N), with this ring you give Spock your loyalty and your love. Do you understand that the bond between you entwines your emotions, your minds, and your hearts in their entirety?” said the Celian officiant.

            “I do,” said (Y/N), smiling. The ring in their hand was gold with a blue stone. It was the exact shade of Spock’s aura. It glowed faintly for a moment as (Y/N) spoke.

            “Then do you accept this bonding of heart and mind in matrimony?” said the Celian officiant.

            “I do,” said (Y/N). They held no doubts as they spoke.

            “And you, Spock, with this ring you give (Y/N) your loyalty and your love. Do you understand that the bond between you entwines your emotions, your minds, and your hearts in their entirety?” asked the Celian officiant.

            “I do,” said Spock, voice monotone as ever but completely at ease. He had no hesitation in his choice. His gaze didn’t leave (Y/N)’s. The gold ring with a Vokaya stone—Bones had chuckled at that choice—glowed before fading.

            “Then do you accept this bonding of heart and mind in matrimony?”

            “I do.” Spock had never felt so ready for something.

            “You may exchange the rings and accept your bond,” said the Celian officiant.

            (Y/N) held out their hand, and Spock slipped the Vokaya ring onto their finger. (Y/N) then placed their ring onto his. In the instant they both wore the rings, they felt the beginnings of their psychic bond beginning as their marriage and devotion tied them together. It was a comforting feeling, like a warm hug floating around them. It was love.

            The Vulcan officiant stepped up from the Celian officiant stepped back.

            “Raise your right hands,” he said.

            Spock and (Y/N) obeyed. The hands with rings remained by their sides. One part of their wedding was Celian, the other was Vulcan. They were marrying two cultures, and they wouldn’t neglect any aspect of who they were.

            “You may touch fingers,” said the Vulcan officiant.

            (Y/N) and Spock touched their first two fingers to one another.

            “You are about to enter into the deepest connection a Vulcan may have—the marriage bond,” said the Vulcan. He looked between (Y/N) and Spock. “A psychic bond is not to be taken likely. Do you swear loyalty and respect to one another?”

            “We do,” said (Y/N) and Spock, completely earnest and without hesitation.

            “Do you swear to uphold the values of Vulcan and of Celia?” said the Vulcan officiant.

            “We do.”

            “Then your minds may come together,” said the Vulcan officiant. “You may forge the marriage bond.”

            (Y/N) and Spock closed their eyes and focused on the threads of the psychic bond beginning.

            “Your minds to each other. Let your minds connect. Forge the marriage bond,” said the Vulcan.

            (Y/N) and Spock felt the threads started by the Celian traditions grow tighter, stronger as the Vulcan traditions bonded with them. The bond between them felt stronger than any other they had ever experienced. They were marrying two cultures and two people. Their minds and emotions moved together, and although they separated and were individuals once more, Spock and (Y/N) could feel the connection between them. Their souls were forever entwined.

            (Y/N)’s love hung in the air around Spock, and Spock’s peace and calm swept around (Y/N) comfortingly. There was nothing invasive about the bond. It was gentle, calm, quiet, and yet it was strong enough to tie them together no matter how far apart they were.

            It was warmth and companionship. It was the mutual understanding they had for each other. It was the trust they held in the other. It was everything (Y/N) and Spock could ask for. It was their love.

            From the crowd, (Y/N) Prime smiled. They touched the familiar ring on their finger. Despite Spock Prime’s passing, the remnants of their bond continued to flow around (Y/N) Prime. No matter the timeline, (Y/N) and Spock would always love one another.

            (Y/N) Prime let their eyes close as they felt Spock Prime’s aura continue with them. Soon, they would join him. They would be with him again. And until then, their heart would love him.

            And even when they went, they knew this timeline had great people watching over it. It had its own (Y/N) and Spock, equally in love and strengthened by the bond between them.

            “The marriage bond has been created,” said the Vulcan officiant.

            The Celian officiant stepped up beside him again. “We give you the married couple, Spock and (Y/N).”

            Cheers went up from the crowd (except for the Vulcans, who nodded politely).

            (Y/N) laughed and touched their two fingers to Spock’s fondly. They were married. To Spock! The love of their life!

            “I don’t think I could possibly be happier, Spock,” said (Y/N), smiling widely at him.

            Spock gazed at them with eyes warm with love. “I believe I would greatly enjoy kissing my dear spouse, T’hy’la.”

            (Y/N) didn’t need the bond to feel his devotion. They smiled warmly. “Then kiss me, my dear husband.”

            Spock leaned in and kissed them, pulling his fingers away from theirs only to pick them up and spin them around. However, his lips never left theirs as he spun them around. One truth spun in his heart—Spock would love (Y/N) forever. Spock would love them forever. He knew that was the truest thought he’d ever had.

            “I love you, (Y/N),” said Spock, leaning his forehead against theirs.

            “I love you, too, Spock,” said (Y/N), looping their arms around his neck. They pulled him back in for a kiss, and Spock was only too happy to oblige.

            Logos may appeal to logic, and pathos may appeal to emotion, but if there was one singular truth in the world, it was that (Y/N) and Spock loved each other, and it made perfect, logical sense for them to have such an emotion.

            (Y/N) and Spock kissed each other with that emotion, full of the knowledge that their hearts and minds were one. They were in love.

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[hmshermitcraft]

that one bad boys poly post you had was amazing . do you have more i am starved

Jimmy is absolutely smothered in gifts by his two god boyfriends.

It started out as something small, an offering of a small golden ring - a family heirloom - to the god of prosperity. It was an attempt from the worried sheriff of a small desert town to allow them to make it through their multiyear drought. Little did he know that that god, Joel, would never take that ring off.

That same year the small desert town thrived, gaining the most rainfall it had ever received, and yet never risked floods. Joel loved to see how happy it made Jimmy, even when he would slip in mud puddles.

The next year, new hardships arose. War ravaged the surrounding lands and the small desert town was being pressured to join a side, their resources valuable. So Jimmy made a new offering to the god of war, a hefty pouch of the finest gunpowder his town produced, in hopes of guidance.

Grian decided to use this offering to protect the small desert town, and Jimmy, from the surrounding war. They were left as a neutral party, and the town thrived as a place of safety for any refugees.

It didn't take long for Grian and Joel to end up fighting over Jimmy. They took on mortal forms to try to woo him, blessed him in various ways, and eventually straight up appeared to him in their god forms demanding he choose. The two gods made their cases why they should be picked, reminding Jimmy of all the help they've given him.

Jimmy, flustered by two barely dressed and very attractive gods fighting over him, said he couldn't choose and that he was grateful and liked them both. Taken aback, Grian and Joel reassess.

They could share him, couldn't they?

And now Jimmy lives peacefully in an island in the sky crafted by Joel, while Grian makes sure the sheriff's small desert town is safe. Jimmy comes and goes as he pleases, but he will always return to the arms of his wonderful god boyfriends.

It doesn't take long before Grian and Joel are asking about the marriage customs of mortals

[changbinisms]

Coup De Grâce - Park Seonghwa x reader (Part One)

coup de grâce

/ˌkuː də ˈɡrɑːs/

Noun

A final blow or shot given to kill a wounded person or animal.

An action or event that serves as the culmination of a bad or deteriorating situation

wc: 1,565

Royalty au / Arranged marriage au

contains: angst, time period specific discrimination, misogyny, classism. more will be added as the series progresses.

this work is not proofread (as usual)

[a/n: this fic may not be entirely time period accurate, but it will contain time period specific discrimination (i.e. misogyny and classism). I do intend to make this into a mini series depending on how well this is received and how well my attention span does.]

Ever since you were young, you dreamed of having a family. You dreamed of the big white wedding, your soon-to-be husband tearing up as he watches you make your way down the aisle on the arm of your father. You dreamed of slow dancing with your husband, as the aristocrats watched on in silent envy, masked as happiness that the kingdom would prosper, and overflowing joy that an heir would soon be produced.

The day that you found out you were to be betrothed to Prince Seonghwa of the Rosefall Kingdom, although it was only recent, you almost wept out of pure joy. The most eligible Prince of the nine allied kingdoms, Prince Seonghwa was adored, almost like a treasure. Not only was he infallible in battle, but he was also intelligent, a great strategist, and would be the perfect leader for any kingdom he was married into. It also helped that he was exceptionally handsome, ethereal even. There had been a handful of times that you had met him over the years, though you hadn’t seen him since before you learned of your betrothal, at banquets and at the weddings of other royalty. Each time followed the same pattern, he would mingle through the crowd of stuffy lords and ladies – navigating conversations with them with ease – before being snatched up by the daughters of said stuffy lords and ladies in the hopes of nabbing a betrothal of their own, before waltzing around the ballroom with the younger girls who hadn’t quite perfecting their dancing skills on his feet, as the younger boys watched, green with envy.

You couldn’t help but get ahead of yourself, imagining how cute your children would look. You hoped they would get his cheekbones. You imagined how the red from your family’s crest would look against his skin, how the blue from his family’s crest would look against your skin. Although he would be relocating to your kingdom due to his older brother being the heir to the throne of Rosefall, it couldn’t hurt to imagine how you would look in his colours.

In a way you were happy that he had an older brother to take care of his homeland, there’s no way you could bare to see the look on your parents’ faces as you road off to your new life. Quite selfish, really, as that’s what your betrothed had to look forward to…

Your thoughts were interrupted by a light trio of knocks on the door to your quarters.

“You may enter,” you call out, giving permission to whomever was on the other side to come in.

As you would have expected, it was your lady-in-waiting, Hye-Jin. Hye-Jin had been your friend long before she become your lady-in-waiting. You had met when you were both children, your mother had taken you on her weekly walk though one of the villages. It was her favourite thing to do, each week she would pick a different village to walk through. She had always said that it was good to be aware of the conditions that the villagers lived in, that we’re only as well off as our poorest subject. It was her way of staying humble and being grateful for what she had and the life she grew up in.

It was the first walk that she let you accompany her on as you were finally old enough to properly take in everything that she was explaining to you. As your mother spoke, you took in the market in the main square. The smell of the freshly bakes bread coming from the open door of the baker’s shop, the bright colour of the flowers held in the baskets over each doorway in the square, the fresh fruit that sat in piles at the vendor’s tables just begging to be taken and bitten into. It was this overwhelming wave of new things that caused you to slip away from your mother. She had noticed quite quickly that you were no longer by her side and had called for the few members of castle staff that had come with you both, and instructed them to help find you.

You, however, weren’t as quick to noticed just how far away from your mother you had gotten. It was only when the crowd of people around you thinned out significantly that you noticed you had no idea where exactly you were, or how to get back.

You could feel the nervousness and eventual panic start to come over you, your breathing starting to quicken before it grew into full blown hyperventilation. Thankfully it was short-lived, as a girl that looked to be your age, maybe a few years older, had placed her hand on your shoulder causing you to look up at her. She managed to calm you down and talk you out of your hysteria, walking you back to your mother. As a ‘thank you’, your mother had invited the girl, who you had found out was named Hye-Jin, and her family for tea at the palace. It was in that moment that you had formed a friendship.

As the years went on, both Hye-Jin’s mother and father passed, her father succumbing to illness, and her mother – no matter how hard she tried to put on a brave face for her only child – died shortly after of a broken heart. Naturally, your family took her in. Even though she would never be seen as royalty in the eyes of the upper-class societies, she was still given the same respect as such within the walls of the palace. In order to fill her days and stay close to her best friend, she opted to become your lady-in-waiting, and the rest is history.

“your father has called for you, your highness,” she giggled as she always does when you have to use pleasantries such as this, which signified that someone of significant status was on palace grounds.

You sigh; “did he give you any inkling on what the matter was?”

All she offered was a shake of her head before beckoning you to follow her.

You both walked in silence to the main hall, which was another red flag to you. Who could possibly be here to cause this behaviour?

The guards stood at the doors to your fathers reading quarters, Seungcheol and Mingyu, moved to open the doors as you stepped closer, offering them a smile and polite bow of your head.

As you stepped into the room, you noticed the three men sat in front of the fire, your father who sat in his favourite chair to the left of the fire, an older gentleman who you recognised as the King of Rosefall, which mean the man sat on the small couch with his back to you must be-

“Ah, there she is!” your father had spoke, “I’d like to formally introduce you to my daughter, y/n,”

It was at that moment that Prince Seonghwa had turned to look at you. His eyes met yours and a smile graced his face. It took everything in your power to calm your heartbeat. Prince Seonghwa had grown even more breath-taking since you had last seen him, you would think that such a thing would be impossible.

He stood from his seat and walked around the couch to offer you a bow, which you returned with a curtsey, he then took your hand and placed a light kiss on the back of it, which once again nearly had you swooning.

It was then that your father had announced that the intention was for Seonghwa and yourself to spend some time together to get to know each other a little before the day of your wedding so as it wasn’t as awkward on the day, which you were grateful for. No bride wants to be a stuttering, blushing mess on the day of her wedding. Blushing mess, maybe, but definitely not a stuttering one.

After bidding both your fathers goodbye, Prince Seonghwa had turned to you and asked; “if it is acceptable to you, your highness, may I ask for a moment of absolute privacy? Without the presence of your lady-in-wating?”

“I believe that would be alright,” you respond. You nod to Hye-Jin, “you may leave, Hye-Jin, I’ll call for you when it is okay to come back,”

You hate to be so formal with her, but in the face of others you must keep up appearances so to speak.

As she leaves, closing the door the door softly behind her, you turn back to the prince, “what is it that you wish to have privacy for, your highness?”

It was then that you noticed that the smile he had on his face had been wiped away, a scowl gracing his features. Any sort of politeness in his eyes was washed away and replaced with could only be described as disdain.

You could feel your pulse quicken, nervous as to what he would say. Or what would cause this instant change in mood.

He took a step closer, causing you to take a slight step backwards out of nervousness.

“let me make one thing clear, princess,” he stated lowly, eyes boring into yours, “I wont ever love you, any interaction, public appearance, or even form of affection with you will be made only out of obligation. I will be your husband in title and nothing more,”

[sterekchub]

Royalty AU where in Derek’s kingdom the weight of the consort is equal to good luck/prosperity. So already fairly big stiles arrives in the kingdom to marry him and as is customary there’s a 3 month feeding period before the wedding. Derek is in charge entirely of the first month so he and Stiles can bond but after that the pack takes over and Derek’s not allowed to see him until the wedding day. Cue two more months of stiles being absolutely stuffed to the gills, pleasured and given potions to speed up his gain so he is truly enormous by the day of the wedding. Like barely able to walk down the aisle. And they keep feeding him more and as the years go on stiles gets bigger with babies and lives to be fed as a symbol for the country and Derek is just obsessed with making him as large as possible

Not to make this a WHOLE PLOT. But Derek has….his first consort was just 18 and young and slim and died in his arms. Kate was…curvy and a killer. Jennifer used magic to look bigger than she was- but magic can’t hide the fact she had the appetite of a much thinner woman.

So Derek pretty quickly decides he’s only taking a consort who meets 3 criteria: 1) Derek likes them 2) he’s not officially going to wed anyone under 600lbs and 3) before even beginning their courtship- Derek is testing their appetite

Challenge accepted to Stiles. He has met Derek at various galas or events the palace holds and while there’s interest in both sides, Derek is guarded and unsure. But Stiles promises he’d make a worthy consort. And in the process- he’s basically eating his father out of house and home on his mission to be a satisfactory size.

A father who also warns Stiles that if the royal family doesn’t accept him- his current girth is going to make finding a less regal match a bit challenging. Not many people have the wealth to keep Stiles fed and clothed…

Every event Stiles attends- he’s clearly bigger than the one previously. Derek is falling HARD. The double chin, side rolls and heavy, sagging belly pushing out of his suit jacket that….would frankly cover more if he took it off and draped it over his middle.

Derek officially starts their courtship. Packs Stiles with almost an unfair amount of food- he doesn’t expect Stiles to finish it all, not really, but even if he’s struggling and so full it’s an effort to swallow- Stiles manages.

At the end of the month- Derek isn’t ready to let him go. Stiles promises it will be worth the weight, and Derek gets some news from his pack (mostly “he’s going to bankrupt the kingdom with his appetite” “I hope the tailor has enough fabric gathered for his wedding attire” “he’s INSATIABLE, I got tired halfway through feeding he and he’s still eating)

Derek doesn’t see him until the wedding, when the heavy footsteps and his whale of a soon to be consort emerges. Or- his belly emerges through the doors first, and after many, many pauses to catch his breath, Stiles waddles up the aisle.

Stiles is red in the face, sweaty and wheezing by the time he reaches Derek. (And Derek leans over and promises Stiles not to worry- he won’t need to walk and exert himself like this ever again)

He keeps his promise. Visitors to the kingdom hear rumors of Derek and his prized and adored consort but don’t believe it…until they come to the palace and Stiles is carried out on a bejeweled platform, pack struggling under its weight…and despite the immense size, Stiles belly and many, many rolls still have started to droop off the edge.

Derek always has his beloved out on a show- demonstrate how prosperous the kingdom is. Stiles is happy to oblige- drains barrels of mead and small farms and forests full of crops and chicken and cows….only stops when his arms get tired and looks to his king to keep feeding him…

[yanderes-galore]

ok i read the rules for request.and i was wondering if you could do a head canon about a yandere arceus x cluless reader who dosen't know arceus love them

I'll see what I can do, yeah. Arceus is referred to as "They/Them".

Yandere! Human! Arceus with Clueless! Darling

Short Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Mentions of God obviously, Kidnapping.

Well, yeah, I'd think you'd be oblivious.

Arceus is literally God.

Arceus would also be the only pokemon I feel wouldn't matter if they were in human or pokemon form.

Arceus created everything in this universe.

They'd choose to take a more human form to interact with you.

They don't want to scare you.

Arceus created every species in this world, along with shaping the habitats in which they reside.

Upon creating humans, they did not expect to care so deeply for one.

Arceus had watched human development since they had first created them.

Every problem humans solved and created... they had watched civilizations crumble and prosper under human rule.

The time period you're born doesn't matter.

Arceus is surprised humans could create something... someone... so beautiful.

It's as though they shaped you themselves.

Arceus never considered themselves able to experience human emotions.

The human emotion love was created to keep the species going.

Although... it's such a wonderful thing.

Love is powerful... turns out, powerful enough to make Arceus themselves consider it.

Due to their nature... they watch you from afar.

Within their pocket dimension they admire you.

You live your own life... completely unaware of God themselves looking after you.

The unfortunate thing about their feelings... is humans never live long.

The human life cycle is short and it was the reason Arceus never tried to get attached.

So, they promised themselves.

They promised that when you finish your Pokemon journey... when you manage to see all of their creations... they'd take you to their plane of existence.

A dimension where you may thrive forever, right beside them.

It's an honor to be granted such a chance at immortality.

Arceus even convinced themselves that they'd get a chance at human companionship this way.

You never expected to meet God when you completed your Pokedex as an adult.

Arceus was sure to greet you in a more human form, covered in a hooded robe surrounded by gold rings.

They don't blame you for being oblivious to their obsessive fixation over you.

After all, not many humans think a being like Arceus would focus on one human alone.

Arceus is just full of surprises, however.

"Congrats, you completed a task many could not, (Y/N)."

Why do you look so horrified?

Did you think they wouldn't know your name?

How silly of you.

"I've seen many humans during their life time. But you are certainly the one I'm most fond of."

Your poor human mind can't comprehend their adoration.

Arceus gives you a gentle smile before stepping closer and holding out their hand.

"You may be too naive to understand this all at once... yet I know you'll learn. Now take my hand, it's time we go home."

"Home...?"

"Yes, home. I've been waiting for when you'd be ready to come back with me to my dimension. I've picked you, (Y/N)... for immortality."

"Please... can I stay here?"

"Oh sweet human... I'm afraid not."

"Then why me?"

"Since you were born I knew you had potential. It's a decision you won't regret, I'm sure of it."

"You must be mistaken-"

They narrow their eyes, impatient.

"Don't question my judgement, (Y/N). Out of every being, I know the best on how to make you happy."

They don't let you stall any longer before taking your hand, a blinding white light surrounds you both.

When you are aware again, you're in space.

You can breathe... but neverending stars surround you.

In front of you stands that same robed figure, Arceus.

The creator of all life.

"This... is home."

They grin, a hand on your shoulder.

"I do hope you enjoy your time here... with me."

You want to panic, to scream.

Yet you couldn't, an eerie calm feeling settles heavy within you.

Here... you feel at peace...

Perhaps here with your creator is truly where you belong.

[3lsmp]

PROLOGUE - SIDE; SHADOW

The shadowland kingdom has been a prosperous land for many centuries. It has a wealth of traders and markets and farmers and forgers, It's people get along well and they work hard within their daily lives. Queen Lizzie is known to be a kind person. Her leadership is a beacon of hope to all her people. Her people we happy. And Lizzie was happy for it to stay that way. Until-

"MY QUEEN- YOUR HIGHNESS- THERE'S-" shouted a panting Ren, who had seemingly come running to find his queen. He leaned against the tall marble doorway and caught his breath, gasping for air. (Lizzie made a mental note to remind him to exercise if a little running had him this worked up..)

"Come, sit with me." She gestured to a seat opposite her at a small table upon the balcony they both stood on. It overlooked the lush forests and frothing rivers of her kingdom and was often a place she came to when craving a moment of quiet. "As you know, this place is meant for relaxation. Do you care to explain why you've come in huffing and puffing like so?" Ren slowly and tiredly made his way over to the table, sitting across from his queen. He tried his best to look presentable, fixing his neckerchief and adjusting his glasses. "My lady, the shadowiest of queens.. There's a problem of the utmost importance you must know of post-haste."

She raised an eyebrow. It must be something bad if Ren had come running like this.. "Alright, go on. What is this problem?"

Ren looked at her, his face painted with worry. "One of our people, a farmer from the southern village, has been slain."

That wasn't good. It was never nice to hear one of her people had lost their lives, and in the southland no less, that village was a mostly peaceful place.. How could someone have been killed there? "Is this not a matter to take to the guards? I'm sure the chief knight would solve this quite efficiently."

"I've spoken to Sir Bigb, Milady. He set out with a platoon immediately." The brunette nodded.

That certainly was odd. This whole thing was starting to feel slightly fishy. "How strange. Why would Bigb go in person himself?" She stood and paced back and forth on the balcony, feeling herself become more lost in thought. Before she could get too lost, however, a lower ranking knight came barrelling outside onto the balcony to meet them. Quite similarly to Ren's entrance prior, the knight was huffing and seemed to have been in quite the rush. "Your highness!! The southland murder- It wasn't murder!" She felt all her tension disappear. Thank goodness she didn't have to send her dear knightly friends out to hunt down a murderer. That was such a relief.

"Lovely, I will resume my relaxing afternoon then. I wish this farmer's family my sincerest condolences for their loss."

The knight shifted on the spot, with a large gulp he spoke up.

"No, M-Ma'am. It wasn't murder. It wasn't a murder because that man was.. Was maimed. Maimed by a werewolf."

[adversitybloomed]

HAPPY NEW YEARS !!

I just wanted to take a moment to wish everyone well wishes, prosperity and good health as we enter into 2024 ! I want to thank you all for being here & helping me to not only hone my muse, but also for being part of my life.

Each & every single one of you are important & I deeply cherish the bonds we have made with one another. I thank you for making 2023 amazing. I thank you for support both Mulan & myself as we journey & thread throughout the year.

I also want to take a moment to welcome my newcomers ! I see you, I appreciate your support & I look forward to getting to know you in 2024 !

I would also like to make a few shout outs to a few of my RL besties who have stuck by my side & whom I love & cherish deeply.

@battleguqin - Nyx, you are legit one of the most pure souls I have ever met. You are like a sister to me and one of my ride or die’s that I cherish so much. Thank you so much for making my 2023 magical. Thank you so much for the most amazing plotting, threads & feels. Thanks for being my rock and being the starlight to my sunshine. There is just so much more I want to thank you for, but we will be here until 2025 with how much good I wanna say about you ! I really hope you realize how much you mean to me & I look forward to everything that 2024 has to offer to us.

@sparesovereign - Raven, my GOAT, my ride or die, buddy. You legit are another one of my rocks that I cherish so much. I love you like a sister, and I am so grateful that I met you. I am so grateful for the feels our muses bring to us. I am so glad you found your mojo again and are back stronger than ever. Thank you so much for always being here. Thank you so much for making 2023 amazing. I really can’t wait to cause more chaos with you come 2024 !!

@incissam & @princessofmuses - Dani & Beth. You both are legit my sisters who adapted me 10+ years ago & have seen me both at my best & worst. You know I love you both right ? I know you might question why I put you both together, but considering I can’t really live & thrive without you both, & could go on a full on complementary spree only to have you both telling me to shush, I thought it would be for the best. I really look forward to entering into 2024 with you both & I hope you know that you both saved me. Love you both & let’s cause more chaos together soon !

@ka-go-me - Meaghan, thank you so much for legit always being here. I legit adore our muses together, as they have the bond of sisterhood - & I love talking to you so much. You always make me smile, your headcanon’s are so amazing & we seem, like our muses, to always be on the same wavelength. I am so grateful to have you in my life & I look forward to continue to have you going into 2024 !

@caracarnn & @luckhissoul - Fish & Liz, I am so mad at you both for making me fall in love with your boys, like so rude ! Jk, I adore you both so much. I love your boys. I love your writing & the feelings you both give me in threads ! I love when I get to talk to you both OOC wise & I am so utterly grateful to be able to have you as my writing partners - even if you make me cry with feels. I really look forward to having more with you both in 2024 !!

I also want to give credit to a few more, but I don’t want to take up the whole dash: @peculiarbeauty , @cuckoo-among-beasts , @orangeshinigami , @fighterbound , @pactclawed , @pctaldrunk , @seachant , @ssolessurvivor , @dreams-of-fate , @lianhuaes , @thuganomxcs , @luposcainus , @valorums , @penddraig - all of you, I want to thank you so much for being here, for letting me love on your muses & being your rp partner. I really enjoy talking to you OOC wise & look forward to seeing what we can come up with in together 2024 !

Once again, happy new years to everyone. Please stay safe & healthy ! Please know that I cherish you all, & if I missed anyone it wasn’t on purpose but because I am running out of writing space. Each of you are so special & honestly, you really help make the each passing year so special !

[warrioreowynofrohan]

I want to discuss the scene between Scrooge and Belle a little, because there’s so much in it.

“This is the even-handed dealing of the world!” [Scrooge] said. “There is nothing on which it is so hard as poverty; and there is nothing which it professes to condemn with such severity as the pursuit of wealth!”

Scrooge’s observation isn’t wrong; it’s been made by others over the years (Pink Floyd’s “Money” says much the same thing). Belle doesn’t dispute its accuracy - she says, we needn’t and shouldn’t let the world’s (double) standards govern ours. (Be not comformed to the pattern of the world.)

It’s also clear that it is not prosperity itself that she objects to (“we were both poor and content to be so, until, in good season, we could improve our worldly fortune by our patient industry”), it’s that Scrooge is using what she finds unethical methods to become rich (“I have seen your nobler aspirations fall off one by one, until the master-passion, Gain, engrosses you”). Likely methods that are ruthless and uncaring rather than ones that are dishonest; there is no indication anywhere in the book that Scrooge is a cheat. Dicken’s point is that even ‘honest’ business carried out without regard to the welfare of anyone else, and without using any of the gains from it to help people, is wrong.

We also get here an indication of the reasons driving Scrooge’s miserliness: “all your other hopes have merged into the hope of being beyond [the world’s] sordid reproach”. To me, this indicates that he was treated contemptuously by better-off people once he left Fezziwig’s employ, and wanted to be rich in order to have their respect, in order to have dignity. This connects in with the rest of the story in two ways - firstly, the ‘present’ Scrooge now treats people beneath him with contempt, the same thing he resented when he was poor; and secondly, as the spirit of Christmas Yet To Come shows him, his attitudes and pursuits have not bought him respect and dignity - decidedly the reverse.

It’s also interesting that the younger Scrooge doesn’t deny any of Belle’s statements about how his mindset has changed, characterizing it as growing wiser and becoming a man rather than a boy. He insists this does not affect his feelings towards her, but she is wise enough to see that it cannot be irrelevant to their relationship - they now have fundamentally different values, principles, and goals in life, and cannot be happy together. She’s wise enough not to fall prey to the delusion that she could ‘change him’ when he does not want to change.

She’s clearly, even from this, a very brave person - she is poor, respectable ways for young women to earn a living are limited, and she is walking away from a financially stable match with someone she once loved because the person he is becoming is inconsistent with her values, and she is convinced neither of them could make the other happy. She’s willing to walk away from security rather than have an unhappy marriage.

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Introducing to you the latest planner for all of you creative Simmers: The Unofficial Sims Planner 2024!

This is what I've been working on for the past weeks, besides being busy with real life & work 😁

Are you looking for that Sims planner that's right for all your Sims content creation and gameplay, that caters to all Sims games?

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The Unofficial Sims Planner 2024 is a printable and fillable digital journal where you can easily document all your important ideas & goals, and your Sims saves' details & gameplay. This one was heavily inspired by The Sims 3, but you can also use this for your Sims 2 or Sims 4 games.

The theme for the planner is COLOR. I see The Sims as this very bright colorful game that makes everyone happy and creative, whether with storytelling or building. Whenever the words Color or Colorful comes up, I always see the colorful and bright screenshots from The Sims community, both gameplay and builds. You all keep this game alive and make it always colorful.

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This is gonna be a long post, so keep reading to learn more about this planner 😄

This exciting 200+ page journal includes the following:

- Simmer profile with DLC, mods & custom content list sheets

- 2024 calendar & notes pages for your content creation planning & goals

- Household & individual Sims profile sheets to document their important details

- Sims calendars, where you can plan your households’ lives & track their activities, goals & accomplishments

- Sims household rotation sheets that are made simple to track your whole town / neighborhood

- NEW! More pages to document more Sims details

- NEW! Cleaner & bolder design, so everyone can be inspired with Sims gaming and content creation. More fun, less distracting design.

- NEW! Lot and career record sheets to keep track of your town’s needs and industries. We gotta keep the whole Sims economy and town afloat HAHA 😂 I, myself, love documenting my lots to see and know what my town still needs, and taking notes of the careers of my Sims population. I love them spread out to different industries to give my Sims more variety and co-workers LOL

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Also, I wanna share that I'm doing this mostly for fundraising for the masters studies I wanna take late 2024, especially for the down payment that is due January. I was supposed to go this year, but because of financial difficulties, I deferred to next year. I really wanna earn enough money and prepare for this, as this has been my dream for a long time. I have no luck with finding a good-paying job for many months, so I thought of this venture. I love The Sims so much and I wanna work on something I'm passionate about and with something I'm knowledgeable and good at.

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