#Until Death Do Us Part

[sw3etnena]

Till death do us part

Summary: Votes are just words when a betrayal is discovered.

Warnings: Angst, physical aggression, torture, false betrayal, Pregnancy.

Author's notes: Let's start with an important fact, English is not my first language, if there is any spelling mistake, blame the translator! Second fact: Votes and reposts are appreciated, so please do this charity. And third fact: I know them, seriously, but I ended up running out of ideas for scenarios, so I got inspired by the Russians (since they have a history)

☆"I, Y/N/S, take thee, Simon Riley, to be my lawfully

wedded husband."☆

Ghost Husband! Who feels the world fall apart when he opens the yellow folder left on his desk, photos of you, talking and exchanging envelopes with a man he knows very well, after all, he was the one who captured him, a member of the Russian force.

He runs through the corridors, all eyes seem to be on him, but he doesn't care, clutching the envelope in his hands as he runs to the cells, where he knows you would be, where you are.

— Ghost… — Price steps in front of him, his hands holding your shoulders, Ghost can't look at him, his eyes fixed on you, hanging, hurt and almost unconscious.

— Did she betray us? — The question seems to come out bitterly, every piece of Ghost collapses when the captain nods reluctantly.

— Andrey Petrov. He confessed things that only she heard besides us. — He explains, and then Ghost pushes him aside, opening the cell, he sees you raise your head.

— Si… — You try with a broken voice, grunting when he squeezes your cheeks.

— We share the same bed. — He interrupts, you notice his eyes shining with tears. — And yet you betrayed me. YOU BETRAYED US!

You flinch when he shouts, pushing away from you aggressively.

— They lied, I-I. — You stop only to watch him rip open the envelope, throwing the photos at your bruised body. You tremble as you look at the photos, your doctor, the one who examined you two weeks ago, who told you in no uncertain terms that a child was on the way.

Did he lie?

— Simon… — Your voice breaks, suddenly you find the strength to face your husband. — He's my doctor, I was…

— Confidential conversations. — He interrupts again, approaching you again, pointing his finger in your face. — That only you heard, only you, me, and the captain, don't fucking lie to me.

— Simon…

— DON'T CALL ME THAT! — He yells, his hands coming up to hold your hair, you scream in pain. — You're nothing more than a traitor now.

Traitor.

'I swear to love and care for you at all times, and if I fail, it's because I'm dead." Simon says in a low voice, a soft smile on his face as he places the ring on your finger. "I swear to have you as my wife for the rest of my life, at all times, I will love you."

— I am… — You try to say, your voice dies when the door is opened once again, revealing a soldier, your colleague, known as “Wasp”.

— Lieutenant… The captain is calling you. — I’m coming. — And then he lets go of your hair, and slowly lifts your balaclava, collecting saliva and then spitting it on your face, the saliva mixing with your tears.

— I’ve already finished what I had to do. — And as soon as he leaves, you know that your world has ended, every piece of it, slipped through your fingers, so quickly, it all started in the morning, when you appeared in the mess hall, and everyone turned to you, until your captain, and best man at your wedding, punched you in the ribs, you fell to your knees, and then you were dragged to a cell.

— Please… — Your voice is interrupted by the scream that escapes, with the sharp pain of the cut on your arm, and then cheeks, thighs and legs.

— Your little friend asked me to say something. — The woman sighs, turning the bloody knife in her fingers. You frown. — It wasn’t fake. What wasn’t fake?

And then your eyes widen, your heart pounding in your chest.

— Listen, I swear I'm not a traitor. — A strong slap is placed on your face, you bite your cheeks before continuing. — You need to tell Simon that…

— Do you really think we're going to believe anything you say? — She questions, getting closer only to put the knife too close to your neck.

— Then go through my sock drawer. — You beg, tears falling. — If you ever had any respect for me, as a partner, at least tell Simon that. She doesn't answer, she just takes the knife away from your neck, grabs a bucket of ice water, and throws it on your body.

It was at that moment that you knew you were going to die.

☆"I promise to be faithful. "☆

You have no idea what time it is. The cell is dark, and now empty, only the sound of water dripping from your disheveled clothes fills the dirty environment, decorated with your blood and dried tears.

No one visited you besides the woman, but you know there's a soldier at the door, you can see the shadow, they all came to look at you, not for long enough, just telling you how disgusted you made them, Kyle, Price, Ghost, they were all at your wedding, they were all your family.

You decide to stop mourning, there aren't many things in the room, but there is the knife used by the woman who tortured you, under a table a few feet away from you.

With difficulty, you manage to free yourself from the handcuffs, your feet finally falling silently to the dirty floor, you don't care, picking up the knife, also ignoring the pain in your broken thumbs.

Hiding is also easy, you just stay behind the door, until you hear the soldier curse, and then open the door, looking for you, who is quick to attack - even with the pain in your body - You press the knife into his shoulder, he grunts in pain, and then you knock him down, piercing just below his ribs, a clean cut, without any damaged area, you were not a monster like them.

You grab the man's boots that are easily too big for your feet, but it doesn't matter, not when you run silently through the corridors, ignoring the silent pains in your body.

Dodging the awake soldiers is easier than it seems, ducking and sneaking, but unfortunately, the emergency button is soon activated, while you hide behind a column, everyone runs in the opposite direction, and you smile mentally, stumbling until you reach the outside, and then into the forests.

During the night, which you discover is cold, you hold your slightly larger belly, it's a search for comfort, and you can't help but pray that he's okay.

You don't know how long you've been walking, but at some point, your still wet body feels heavy, and you find yourself forced to lean against a tree, sliding until you fall on top of the leaves, you sigh, your eyes closing. I'm not going to die.

☆"love you and respect you ."☆

— WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?! — Ghost screams as he pushes the door, the squad stares at him, clearing their throats.

— She injured one of ours, and then ran away. — Price explains. — All we know is that she ran into the forest.

— She would have to walk more than ten kilometers to find any sign of life. — Ghost grumbles, rubbing his forehead in irritation.

— She must have someone waiting for her. — Kyle suggests.

— And wouldn't they come for Andrey? — Ghost interrupts.

— Y/N could be the real piece, Andrey is probably a pawn. — Kyle explains, crossing his arms.

— He got caught and then he ratted her out, we just need to know how she got someone to come looking for her.

— That doesn't matter now. — Price says, walking around the room. — We need to know what she knew, and how much they know.

And then they go back to Andrey's cell, who is more injured than you, with a broken nose, and yet a splendid smile on his face, the smile of a winner, he starts to hum.

— Не плачь, девочка, мама тебя спасет. — Ghost approaches, his eyes narrowing in her direction.

— What is he singing? — Ghost asks the translator next to him, he doesn't take long to answer.

— Don't cry girl, mommy will save you. — Ghost sighs deeply, holding his jaw.

— Tell me what you know.

— Она такой хороший солдат, мой друг, она девушка. — he says with difficulty.

— She'll make a good soldier, I bet it's a girl. — The military man translates.

— Who is she? — Ghost takes a deep breath, irritation growing in his body.

— Кто она? — The translator asks.

—Это, очевидно, ваша дочь. — He says, looking at Simon with a big smile.

For a moment, even the military man translating stops, his eyes wide and his breath held.

— What the fuck did he say? — Ghost steps away, approaching the translator, who reluctantly looks into his eyes.

— Your daughter.

No. It can't be. I-

It's impossible.

He doesn't,

there's no way,

no-

— Daughter? — His questions come out slowly.

— The one in your little wife's belly. — The prisoner says with an accent, his voice thick and drawn out, his smile seems to widen, and suddenly Ghost feels suffocated.

— I'll kill you, you son of a bitch! — He grabs the man by the collar, his eyes locked on his, who shows no sign of lying, Ghost feels dizzy. — She's not pregnant, she would have told me!

— Она сказала, что планирует рассказать

— She said she planned to say it.

— Она сказала, что хочет чего-то романтического.

— She said she wanted something romantic.

“Baby, what do you think of this?” You ask sweetly one night, sitting on Simon’s lap, scrolling your finger on the screen of your phone.

“Why something so fancy, baby? We’re already married, aren’t we?” Simon jokes, mentally noting the name of the place.

“I want something special for us, Si.” And then you kiss him, he kisses you back, so sweetly, wrapping his arms around your waist.

— Папы не существует, мама его убьет. — He continues to hum.

— Daddy doesn’t exist, mommy will kill him.

Simon doesn’t think before running to his quarters, the room they’ve shared for years, he searches under the bed, inside the wardrobes, and then drawers. There are sheets of paper with words and more words, and then:

Positive for pregnancy.

— Simon. — Price runs to the room, stopping at the door only to see Simon kneeling, his fingers trembling as he holds the paper. — Did you find out?

— Find out what? — He looks up at his captain.

— The pregnancy. — Price bites his cheeks, guilt burning in his chest.

— How do you know about this?

— W-we found a… — Price interrupts himself, sniffling softly, trying to contain his tears. — Recorder on her cell phone, hidden in the case.

— S-so she didn’t… — Simon doesn’t need to finish, he is interrupted by a loud sniff from Price, who timidly nods. — Fuck.

Traitor.

Traitor.

Traitor.

“I swear, for the rest of my life, to be with you, when you fall and when you get up.” Simon fell even more in love with your smile, at that moment, you dressed in white, your eyes shining, he finally felt alive.

Kyle, Gaz, Price, Soap, his entire family, present at the best moment of his life.

“And I promise to love you even in the fights, the battles and the heartaches.”

Idiot.

Idiot.

Idiot.

— We need to go after her. — And then they both quickly agree, and stumble toward the rest of the task force.

Little did they know that as their bodies ran through the forests, screaming your name, with nothing but flashlights to light their way, you were no longer there, your body carried like feathers by soldiers in black, barely able to breathe, pale and cold.

— It seems we have a victory. — One of them cheers, the same Russian accent you would hear from now on, a new life.

Or the destruction of it.

☆"In joy and in sadness"☆

[souless-doll]

Our souls were never meant to exist apart. From the moment we were bound, you became mine in ways deeper than flesh and blood. You are the echo in my every thought, the shadow that follows me even when I close my eyes. There is no "you" without me, just as there is no "me" without you. We were stitched together by fate itself, entwined so tightly that no force could sever the thread.

You can try to run, I will not stop you, but you will always be drawn back. We are two halves of the same dark star, collapsing into one another, forever spinning in an orbit that no one else could enter. To lose you would be to lose the only piece of myself that matters. And so, I will hold you, even if it means keeping you chained to the very essence of my being. You are mine, perhaps not by choice, but certainly by destiny.

[whoishotteranimepolls]

"Who's Hotter?" Blind Badasses

[funnyao3]

“I’m going to stab someone,” Kaz said with a real warning in his voice. “Anyone other than Inej is a viable option. Jesper is looking the most likely.”

[rawr-gorg-smash]

You know you’re Tumblr spouses when you ask your spouse if it’s okay to boop someone else more than them because you have a deep-seated fear that they might perceive it as infedilibooping.

@celestemagnoliathewriter

[choivoi74]

Lướt qua Kagurabachi chap 53 thấy Seiichi Samura giống anh kiếm sĩ mù bên Until Death Do Us Part thế. Cũng kính râm cầm katana rồi sẹo ở mắt. Khá thích tạo hình kiểu này.

Về nội dung thì không nói, còn về art của Kagurabachi thì có vẻ chưa bật được hết công lực nhỉ. Có những trang bố cục đẹp, nhân vật tạo dáng ngầu mà mặt mũi biểu cảm lại chưa tới. Khuôn mặt nhân vật đơ cứng và thiếu ổn định, mỗi lúc một kiểu. Nhiều chi tiết khác cũng chưa được chau chuốt, có thể do truyện ra hàng tuần quẩy không kịp.

Tiện đây ai chưa đọc có thể thử Until Death Do Us Part. Truyện vẽ đẹp, nam chính Hijikata Mamoru rõ ngầu, yếu tố chiến đấu khá hay (tùy arc), loveline cũng ổn, kết thúc tại lễ đường 💒🫰

[fanartka]

ATTENTION! ATTENTION! SPOILERS ALERT!

Watch "What if...?", epizode 5 (and 4, and 8, and 9 😉)

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😅This post is written by my mad inner IronStrange shipper. Sorry for him 😏

"What if...?" knows how to hurt each of its series. We see three familiar figures and two of them are so graceful, so beautiful... as always.

But surprise-surprise, our dear boys are zombies now

Even after life and before death Stephen and Tony are together (same as Wong)

And now they hunt together as a wolf pack.

I haven't gotten my hands on Marvel zombie comics yet, and I don't really know much about that virus, but it's interesting that part of their brain still works. Superheroes use their superpowers, Stephen and Wong create portals and use magic, and Tony has not forgotten how to use the suit.

Stephen wipes the place where his lips once were after he ate the ambassador of Thanos. He is so tidy and neat 😣😢

Тony...

Look, poor Stephen barely moves in zombie slowpoke mode, but as soon as the Cloak, that protects Bruce Banner from them, toss Tony once well, Stephen goes into frenzied fury mode😔😢😭

I really want to know how they died, because if they ended up together, becoming zombies, then they died together. Maybe Tony was hurt and came to Strange for help, but killed him instead? Maybe they fought side by side and were killed together...

There is so much angst and so many creative ideas for stories.

[every-character-ever-poll]

HIJIKATA MAMORU - Until Death Do Us Part

PROPAGANDA:

A blind swordsman. He is so extremely cool

[euesworld]

"They call me a grave digger cause I'll love you into the ground, until death do us part.."

I will cherish you until my very last breath - eUë

[souless-doll]

Of course I’d tear the world apart on your whim, no hesitation. But there’s something sweet in the idea of tearing you apart, too.

Not out of hate—never that—but because loving you means owning every part, even the blood and bone.

I’d protect you from the world, but who’ll protect you from me?

[the-lonelybarricade]

Omg thank you for answering my grims reaper request. I might’ve died when I saw the story.

Like feyre’s being a little bratty by saying that she hasn’t been to “all the realms” and rhys is like I HAVE. YOU’RE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL OF ALL. THE. REALMS. Like I can completely imagine rhys getting into arguments with other mythical beings and he’s just like whatever my wife’s hotter pwned.

Also the way he says WITH HIS WHOLE CHEST how much he loves eating out his wife in the grocery store and I can only imagine there are a bunch of senior citizens trying to pick up their meds and are like ?!?!?.

I love how Feyre is concerned about rhys outing himself as the grim reaper on his instagram as if his instagram would literally be anything BUT a feyre stan page let’s be real. Sure OfficialGrimReaper is available, but so is FeyresFavoriteFan.

And then finally, the actual birthday celebration where’s he’s like a birthday for me *fights back tears*?? Meanwhile I’m fighting back tears at “Feyre had never known how it felt to be put first by anyone. And now she knew how that felt every waking minute.” LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING ME???

Anyways, thank you so much for writing this and just completely making my entire weekend because I love this and you so so so much.

Anon omg 🥺🥺🥺 I’ll write you anything you want just for sending me this 😭 I love YOU, in fact come here let me smooch your face

Also you are SO RIGHT. As far as Rhys is concerned, he’s Feyre Archeron’s husband FIRST and the Grim Reaper second. She’s so unprepared for what a menace he becomes once he gets social media and starts taking EVERY opportunity to remind the world that he loves his wife.

Every year he writes a VERY strongly worded email to People’s magazine about how inaccurate their “world’s most beautiful” list is.

[funnyao3]

“As soon as you sign…” 

Jesper scoffed.

“I think we all know that Kaz would lose some respect for me if I didn’t at least negotiate so I get something out of this.”

“That’s not true-” Inej began, but was cut off by Kaz shrugging. 

“Bold of you to assume I ever respected you, but that is a fair point,” he admitted begrudgingly. Inej sighed. Of course.

[metalichotchoco]

Here’s the two ghosts together, they are both very in love really ever since they met in the late 80s when Gabriel’s painting he’s tied to was bought and moved into the place this ghost, Dylan was haunting

Dylan Briggs is the last character out of the three, he’s pretty ditzy in terms of personality, he died in the early 60s due a number of awful phenomena but generally retains a chill outlook on life. Gabe is more desperate pleas for attention but Dylan is happy to be forgotten for the most part, the only trouble is that even after death, the pain did not die with him.

[nakedphany20]

I do love weddings, they are cute and you can enjoy the happines from those are going to marry, but I don't get why a 16 years old person are telling a "don't go to the wedding" to another guest of the marry couple... like leave them go and enjoy a beautiful moment

outside this, Evan is probably going to a wedding but as I say, this is about the marry couple NOT EVAN OR OTHERS FAMOUS CELEB GOING TO FRIEND'S WEDDINGS GROW UP, PLEASE👀

[manhuaweb]