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short-honey-badger · 3 months ago

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Can you please make an arranged marriage with shamrock?

Oddly enough annon, I was literally in the middle of typing one up when you asked me this lol. I hope you enjoy! They'll most likely be a part 2!

This isn't over

Pairings! Shanks x Female Reader , Figarland Shamrock x Female Reader

Warnings! Not many? Sham is an ass so some name calling

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Part 2 -> HERE

Today was your big day. The day that you would be tied to the man who had done nothing but make your life a living hell since the day the two of you were told of the arrangement of marriage. Shamrock used to be cordial to you before this, never one for words, but would incline his head in greeting if he happened to pass you in the hall. Now, the redhead would glare and sneer down his nose at you, as if you were the scum of the earth.

You had tried to be nice after the announcement, wanting to find some kind of common ground with the god knight, but unless the two of you were forced into a meeting by his father, Shamrock wanted nothing to do with you. You don’t know why he disliked you so much, maybe it was because of his father not giving him a choice on who his wife was to be, but even then, you couldn’t understand why he hated you so. To your knowledge, you hadn’t done anything to slight the redhead.

The only good thing coming out of any of this was that you were able to spend more time with Shanks, the younger, more rambunctious Figarland twin. He came and went as he pleased, unconcerned about the wrath of his father. He would find you after Shamrock had tore into you over some slight that the redhead had made up, arm wrapping around you in a comforting hug and holding you close. As time passed, you came to realize that you were quite fond of Shanks, to the point where you were certain that he had stolen your heart.

Dread welled up in your chest at the thought of walking down the aisle to be married off to the twin that you didn’t love. To the man who would pass you by and pull you into a room, voice harsh as dressed you down, hands tight around your shoulders as he snarled in your ear.

“You dress as if you wish someone to fuck you. Is that what you want? To be treated like a whore, darling? You best find something more appropriate to wear, or I will dress you myself.”

You had looked at yourself after that particular encounter and found nothing wrong with the humble dress that you wore. It covered you plenty, the collar just low enough to expose your collarbones and little else. Shanks had found you later, still stuffed away in the room, and had held your hand tightly, voice earnest and soft.

“Don’t listen to him, sweetheart. You would be beautiful even if you were dressed in a brown paper bag. He doesn’t understand how lucky he is.”

His words were the only thing that had stopped you from bawling your eyes out, and you had clutched the younger twin tightly with gratefulness. You don’t know if you could have continued this sham of a marriage without Shanks.

The tightening of your corset brings you out of your thoughts, and you are thrown back to the reality of the situation. You would marry Figarland Shamrock, and you would smile and wave at the masses, pretending that you hadn’t just sold your soul to the devil himself. Your ladies in waiting tittered and cooed once everything was in place, and you turned to stare at yourself in the long mirror.

You looked truly divine, dressed head to toe in shining ivory. Your curves were accented, and your breasts perky, on display with how tightly the corset sat around your midsection. You accept the veil and slide it carefully over your styled hair, obscuring your face as you turn to the door of your rooms and mentally prepare yourself for what comes next.

The room was full of world nobles and the elite, and you ignored each and every one of them in favor of focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. You had no family to walk you down the aisle, but your name alone made the masses whisper and point. Ahead of you, Shamrock and his twin stood, the elder of the two dressed in his holy knight uniform and standing at attention. Even from here, you could see the annoyance in his eyes.

Time seemed to crawl, but you eventually made it to the front, walking up the stairs to stand beside Shamrock on the raised dias. He offered you his hand, and you reluctantly gave yours over, lips curling up in a barely there smile as you met his eyes. You had swore to yourself that you would try to make amends with the redhead, but you felt any hope dashed when Shamrock narrowed his eyes and slid them away from you.

You tuned out the words of the officiant, voice hollow whenever you were prompted to speak up, eyes distant as you resigned yourself to an unhappy life and a loveless marriage. That was until the officiant asked if there were any objections.

“I object.”

Shamrock whipped around, the crowd gasping, women and men alike tittering like old hens. He stared at his younger brother, eyes alight with fury.

“You will do no such thing, heathen,” Shamrock snarled, but Shanks just smirked right back and stepped closer, getting into his twin’s face.

“Watch me, brother.”

He then shoved past the older redhead and stood in front of you. You gaped like a fish, eyes wide and back tense as you stared up at him. Shanks grinned down at you, hand coming up to cup your face.

“I can’t stand by anymore, sweetheart, and watch you get married off to someone who won’t love you the way I do. How about we ditch this place?”

You have never wanted anything more in that moment. Shanks was offering you a chance of freedom, and you would be ignorant not to jump at the chance. You lean into his hand, your acceptance on the tip of your tongue when Shamrock snaps out of his stupor of being dismissed by his brother and smacks his twin’s hand away from your face.

“_ is to be mine, Shanks. I will not allow you to ruin our father’s plans like you do everything else. She belongs to me,” He snarls lowly, and you can feel the power of his haki begin to rise, making you feel a bit faint.

“Not yet she isn’t, Shammy,” Shanks says right back, voice a mean tease, and his own will lashes, curling around you protectively as he stares down his brother, “So how about you drop it, and run off to father’s second choice of a bride. I’m sure he already has one picked out for you.”

You reach for Shanks, hand tangling in the dark cloak that he wears. You want to leave, to escape and never return to Mary Geoise, to sail with Shanks out on the open sea with the crew he’s told you so many stories of. You don’t want to waste away, stuck as some trophy wife to a man who had grown to hate you.

“Shanks, get me out of here, please,” you whisper, and he reaches for you, opening his arm so that you could tuck yourself against him. You know that if the two of them were to fight, the entire building would come down on their heads.

Shanks sends a smug smile at his brother, who looks stricken in a way you hadn’t expected at the sight of you tucked into his twin like you are. The longer you look, the more you can see the hurt in his eyes, the startled pain that he looks at you with, as if you’d stabbed him in the heart and twisted the knife without any remorse.

You don’t understand why he is looking at you this way, not when he has treated you so badly after being arranged to marry him, but the sight makes you uncomfortable. It makes you think that maybe Shamrock didn’t know how to properly treat you, how to show you that he cared without being a prick about it. The realization makes you feel bad for him, but he had his chance to treat you as a man should the woman he was to marry, and he hadn’t.

“Just let me go, Shamrock,” you whisper, and he flicks his burgundy eyes down to meet your own. His gaze hardens, and the well of emotions you had been witness to disappears under the wall that he brings down. He sneers, shoulders tense.

“Go. Get out of here before I change my mind,” he hisses, and Shanks doesn’t waste any time. He sweeps you up in his arms, bridal style, and begins to carry you out of the building. No one stops the two of you, knowing better than to try and fight the redhead. Before the two of you can make it out the door, you hear Shamrock speak back up, his voice a seething promise that sends shivers down your spine.

“Don’t think I won’t find you again, _. This isn’t over.”

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maple-the-awesome · 1 year ago

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The Chain Meets You, His Partner || 3/3

Part 1 || Part 2

Pairing: Time, Wild, Four x GN! Reader

Requested by @temporarilyablog: i see requests are open still so im coming to you with a thought i had recently:how about a Link from the Chain interacting with the reader, another Link’s s/o from their original adventures, when *their* Link isn’t around. i can see some teasing another Link with the reader that they’ve only known through little stories here and here, or others grilling the reader relentlessly because another Link was so shy about their relationship and partner, and wants to know how that Link is like around someone he allows himself to relax.its kinda like when the Chain met Malon for the first time and interacted with her for stories about old man Timeand as always stay awesome, i love your writing!

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Concerningly delighted or eerily eager - the Chain can’t quite agree on which descriptor best described their teammate the best once he realized they had all landed in his Hyrule. Bubbling with excitement ever since while maintaining a pace some of the other boys have to jog after, Link doesn’t waste breath saying where he’s leading them, although that giddy smile upon his face - as much as he tries to hide it - is plenty for the wiser heroes to get the hint…

The Chain already knew about you - Well, they knew the Old Man was hitched. To exactly who, he'd never say for his lips were always sealed with a mischievous smirk that kept the boys betting against each other.

Some insisted that their leader's mystery lover must be Princess Zelda, but Twilight felt that was a preposterous assumption. He tended to agree with Legend's guess that they had to be someone simple; someone who could make an extraordinary man feel ordinary in the best way possible...which was the correct prediction, of course.

As it would turn out, you are, in fact, not a noble or royal princess. Instead, you're an average farmhand living a calm life on your friend's ranch where you miss your husband greatly after many months of him being gone, so please excuse the passionate kiss shared between you both once finally reuniting at the front of the property.

Time isn't at all shy to show you off. Having been married for so many years, it's only natural for his arm to feel most comfortable wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to his side where he can easily connect kisses to your forehead and cheek. If the boys have a problem with it, it's best not to spoil the mood. Perhaps one day they'll understand the intoxicating love that is felt whenever in the presence of their most beloved.

"You just missed Malon and Talon. They went into town for a few deliveries and won't be back until tomorrow afternoon," You explain to your husband while leading the boys to the house. He hums thoughtfully and you don't miss the way he 'subtly' tugs you even closer.

"It’s good timing on our part then. 'wouldn't want to leave you stuck doing all the chores on your own."

"Now Link, you've been off on the road for months. Rest and I'll -"

"- Is there anything I could help with?" A young man from the group pipes in shyly from behind, "I grew up on a ranch myself, so it wouldn't be any bother."

"Oh, no. You boys are our guests. I'd hate to -" You begin, turning to face him with an appreciative smile, however Time is quick to object.

"- Nonsense. They're all capable young men and boys. A little work won't kill them, darling."

"- But -"

"- And it won't kill me, either," He takes your hand, lifting it to his lips where he places a gentle kiss upon your knuckles, "If anything, we could all use the distraction."

"...Well, in that case..."

There is plenty to be done around the farm and you only have two hands of your own, so, aware that you wouldn't win an argument against your husband anyways, you take him up on his offer. The other heroes do seem more than willing, happy to provide their services for tasks that don't involve risking their lives against cruel monsters, you know, minus the cuccos.

Time and you each take four of the boys with yourselves. While he directs his half to the animals they'll be tending to, you lead yours to the barn, making sure to point out the layout of the ranch along the way so that none get lost when left on their own.

You're happy to find that they're all very polite, particularly the young man from earlier who remains close on your heels throughout each step. He seems adorably eager to engage in conversation with you, asking many questions and adding comments to whatever you say. It makes sense, you suppose, since he certainly does look to be the small homestead-type based upon his build and knowledge of ranch life.

"You said this is your friend’s ranch. How long have you lived here yourself?”

"Gosh, 'seems like forever. At least since I was ten. It wasn't long before I met Link, I know that."

"You guys have really known each other for that long?"

"Uh-huh...but of course, it doesn't feel that long," You sigh fondly, "'seems like just yesterday we were sitting out there in that pasture as he told me about his home in the forest and all his adventures…Funny how time flies when you're havin' fun."

Speaking of the devil, you spot your husband at the pasture's fence, clearly waiting for you to finish up. Inviting the boys to find you if they have any questions, you leave them to work on the chores they've been assigned while you, yourself, head to join Time.

"Did they give you any trouble?"

"None at all. By the way you made it sound in your letters, I thought they'd be far more troublesome," You cross your arms over the fence, raising an eyebrow with a teasing grin, "But maybe you’ve just been too harsh on them."

"You've only spent a few hours with them. Give ‘em a chance and you'll start going gray, too," He rolls his eye, his lack of amusement towards your playful accusation telling you that those boys really must be a handful sometimes. Either way, deny it as he might, you know that look in his eye. Even as he leans here on the fence next to you, he watches the boys work with a softness hidden in his expression. He certainly cares for them.

"...You know, one of them is a descendant of ours," Time mentions casually, breaking you away from your straying thoughts.

"What?" When you look at him, he's still facing the distance, "...You're joking?"

He just smirks, only glancing at you through the corner of his eye.

"You're serious...?" You blink in disbelief before quickly pushing yourself off the fence, "Which one?!"

"Isn't it obvious?"

You place your hands upon your hips, making your own lack of amusement clear now, "There's eight of them. At least give me a hint."

Time pretends to consider your request, but ultimately shakes his head, "...No, I don’t think so. That would ruin the fun of having you guess."

"Liiinnk..." You whine, although even your pout proves ineffective. Your husband merely chuckles as he pushes himself off the fence and begins walking away to resume his chores, "You better not be lying to me!”

"I would never lie to you, my love. I know better than that~"

"I'm going to find out which one it is even if I have to interrogate them all!" You shout after him, huffing when he doesn't reply.

Part of you is tempted to do exactly as you said by confronting each boy until you receive a proper answer, but you also promised the Champion you'd show him the kitchen to start dinner soon. You'd hate to keep him and everyone else waiting with rumbling stomachs, especially if one of them is your descent in question.

Now truthfully, you do already have a guess in mind - or more so a hope - however it's too early to decide. You'll just have to keep a close eye on them until this evening and if no one sticks out then, you'll be left to force it out of your husband who should really know better than to mess with you like this.

"Hey, I'm back!" It doesn't matter how long he's been away - days, weeks, months - those three words always seem to take a massive amount of weight off of Wild's chest every time, washing over him with a sense of belonging and domestic bliss that replaces all the strict expectations set for being a 'hero'.

"Link!" This feeling is easily reinforced after one look at you. Your glowing smile as you appear at the railing upstairs, his name sounding like honey from your lips…It's automatic for him to drop his heavy bags and weapons beside the door before opening his arms at the bottom of the steps just in time for you to jump over those last few right into his embrace which you’ve both missed so much.

"...Welcome home..." Sometimes that whisper in his ear is enough to make Wild cry. It's such a pleasant sound and reminder that he does, in fact, have a home because as much as he loves sleeping under the stars or following his heart across the vast kingdom of Hyrule, there will never be a day where it doesn't yearn to be beside you.

It's a cute scene to witness - two lovers reunited after so long apart - although the Chain does have a few questions swirling in their minds, namely who the heck are you? A pretty face just casually leaping into the Champion's arms before sharing a heartfelt kiss? They'd be happy for the guy if not for the fact that he has never once mentioned having a lover and you seem far too well acquainted to be a random friend.

"O-Oh, um, hi," You finally take notice of your audience, breaking away from Wild to send them all an awkward smile which they return, some with a few small waves.

“Oh, these are the guys I’ve been traveling with,” Wild explains, which seems to put you more at ease.

“Nice to meet you all,” You give the group a bashful nod before introducing yourself. Your name does sound vaguely familiar - perhaps having been mentioned in mere passing at some point or another - but the Chain still can’t say they recall Wild ever identifying you as a partner.

“And are you guys…Um…?” Sky gestures between you both, trying to keep his smile from seeming too surprised. He’d hate to offend either of you.

“We’re dating,” You confirm comfortably, looking at Wild with a smile he mirrors as your hands interlock.

“Dating? As in romantically involved, right?” Four raises an eyebrow, his question catching you off guard.

“Y-Yes, well, I believe that’s what dating entails -”

“- How’d you manage that?” Legend interrupts, the question directed at Wild while pointing to you with a look of disbelief upon his face. Apparently he doesn’t share Sky’s concern towards delivering any offense…

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“It’s just - You never mentioned being in a relationship,” Hyrule mumbles.

Wild is quick to blush and duck his head in embarrassment, his words defensive, “It’s not like any of you asked! I - I just never thought it was important to bring up! It never seemed relevant!”

“He mentioned it to me,” Twilight admits, taking everyone’s attention off the flustered Champion, but only temporarily.

“See! I could’ve said something and you just didn’t listen! Did you think of that?”

“Or you only told the rancher. You two are always sharing dirty little secrets and leaving the rest of us in the dark.”

This…goes on for a good moment. Rest assured, the argument does eventually subside after Time knocks their heads together allowing you a chance to swiftly change the subject by inviting the boys fully inside your lovely home. From there, you offer to get started on lunch, figuring it will be an excellent opportunity for you to get to know the other heroes better and spend some quality time with your boyfriend who is always quick to relax in the kitchen.

You begin chopping some vegetables while he gets the soup base shimmering, the two of you humming quietly amongst yourselves as you work. Your tranquil smiles and practiced teamwork is enough to make anyone feel jealous of such a strong relationship, although it’s all in good spirits. The other boys hold no resentment towards their friend, instead reflecting his joy as they eagerly tell you stories about their shared adventures in return for some information about yourself.

As it turns out, you’ve grown up in Hateno your whole life and had met Wild rather early in the beginning of his quest to defeat Calamity Ganon. He must’ve made quite the first impression - that or perhaps you took a lot of pity upon his confused state - because you willingly left your small village to help him navigate an unfamiliar Hyrule. Over the course of your journey, you grew close and never really found a good reason to leave each other’s sides even after the kingdom was saved, thus you’ve been together ever since.

“This house had been abandoned for years before we bought it. It’s nice because it’s still a part of Hateno, so we’re close to other people and my family, but far enough back to have our own peace and quiet,” You explain in a dreamy sigh as you turn to look over your home and admire the work you’ve done to this old place.

“What’s with the construction back there?” Four asks, nodding his head towards the many boxes and tools that block the wall under the staircase.

“We’re adding another room,” Wild answers simply, not taking his attention away from the soup broth that he frowns at because it’s certainly missing something. More salt rock? Maybe a dash of Hylian herb?

Legend scoffs, leaning back against his chair at the table, “How much space do two people really need?”

Wild and you pause, glancing over your shoulders to meet each other’s eyes before going back to your work with flustered smiles. Clearing your throat, you give a shrug, “...Well, the plan is for it to not just be the two of us forever.”

Many of the boys raise eyebrows at this comment, the realization slowly but surely daunting on them. Their faces explode in shades of red once it does.

Time coughs into his fist, the first to break the silence, "...We'll be sure not to keep the Champion away from you for too long then."

Wild nearly gives himself whiplash looking back at Time with what can only be described as a modified expression of betrayal, his face beet red and mouth agape in shock. You'd be lying to say your own face doesn't feel awfully warm, too, although you humor the Old Man’s promise with a laugh, "You better not. This kingdom’s already demanded too much of his time away from home.”

Four has never been one for unnecessary fanfare, especially not in regards to his personal life. With that said, while he doesn’t mind discussing the intimate details of who he is outside of his role as a hero, he also doesn’t typically go out of his way to spill his guts about it either which is precisely why it took the Chain so long to find out about you.

Their friend had been rather vague as to where he was leading them after arriving in his Hyrule. They had already met his grandfather and even spent some time helping with chores, but Four insisted there was at least one more stop he wished to make before hitting the road again so that he could - get this - drop off a book for ‘someone’...

Now, being entirely honest, the Chain did internally judge his priorities just a bit, but they also weren’t about to kick up a fuss over it. Although Four failed to specify the identity of this mysterious ‘someone’, the other heroes simply assumed them to be an old friend, the gifted book acting as a mere excuse for Four to see them again. It’s only natural for a Link to begin missing his loved ones after adventuring for so long, and their resident smith must reeeally love you if that kiss you share is any indication.

It happens so quickly that the other boys can barely process what their eyes bear witness to. One moment Four had been standing at the doorstep, book in hand as he assured everyone once again that his visit wasn’t going to take long. Then the door opened to an attractive stranger and next thing anyone knew, their Smithy was standing on his toes locking lips with said stranger - And with no hesitation whatsoever!

“Link! It’s good to see you…Are these your friends?” You ask the question in such a casual manner as if it’s just an everyday occurrence for your boyfriend to randomly return with a whole new entourage behind him after months of being away.

“Yes. I’d tell you their names, but you know them already,” Four replies with a similarly calm demeanor, although his smile is now much more pronounced than it had been on the walk over, “Everyone here is named ‘Link’.”

“Easy enough to remember,” Even that information doesn’t seem to faze you beyond an intrigued eyebrow raise.

You’re quick to introduce yourself, not only by name, but also by the important title of being Four’s partner. Again, there’s no hesitation towards this establishment and he doesn’t so much as blink at hearing it, showing that this definitely isn’t a recent development for either of you. That little shit’s been dating you for a while, hasn’t he?! They should’ve known something was up seeing how annoyed he got following some of the other boys’ attempts at setting him up with a flirtatious local in the last visited town!

“It’s nice to meet you all. Link - Well, my Link has mentioned you in his letters before, so I was curious if our paths would ever cross.”

“Really? Cause he didn’t mention you at all…” Legend mumbles before getting elbowed roughly by Twilight.

“Will you all be staying? I can make tea or something -”

“- No. We’re only passing by so that I could give you this,” Four turns down your offer while handing you the book he’s been carrying around practically all day. How easily he’s able to do this surprises the Chain further, after all, most would jump at the chance to spend more time with their beloved. Surely just a few measly minutes can’t be enough to fill his quarter around you, can it?

“Ah, come on! You’re just going to introduce us and leave? That’s no way to treat a lover,” Warrior shames through a mischievous smirk.

“We have a job to do. I wouldn’t want to delay us any longer than needed,” Four narrows his eyes at the Captain in return, yet that doesn’t stop the rest of the Chain from looking to Time who eventually sighs under the pressure of their gazes.

“...It would be rude to simply leave as suddenly as we came. I suppose there’s no harm in staying a short while - only if we are welcomed, of course.”

“Wonderful! I’ll get started on that tea then!” Four grimaces while the Chain cheers and enters your home without needing any more of an invite. Noticing his dampened mood, you place a hand on his shoulder and frown, “Do you not want to stay? I wouldn’t be upset -”

“- Of course, I want to stay,” He sighs, his hand quickly placing itself over your own, “I’ve missed you, I just don’t want them embarrassing me. They can be a bit…much sometimes.”

You chuckle, gently leading him inside, “They can’t be that bad, can they?”

“Hey Smithy! Why didn’t you say anything about having a lover before? After all we’ve been through together, too; we should be hurt!”

“...Can they?” Four deflates, and your smile turns more sympathetic.

“Was it supposed to be a big secret?” Hyrule asks innocently, followed by Warrior’s scoff.

“I hope you aren't ashamed of them now.”

Four huffs in offense at that last comment, crossing his arms while shifting his weight to one side, “No, I’m not ashamed of them, and it was never a secret, it’s just that none of you ever asked. What was I supposed to do? Randomly start going on and on about my love life as we all ate around the campfire?”

“The Captain has no problem doing it,” Wild mocks, earning an insulted glare.

Hooking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer, Four rolls his eyes sarcastically, “This is my partner and I love them…There, you guys know now. Happy?”

“But we still don’t know any details!” Shy whines, “Like, how’d you guys meet? How long have you been together?”

“Are you married? Do you want to be?”

…Dear Hylia, Four can already feel a headache coming on. Seeing his plight, you go ahead and answer the questions for yourself, “I’m afraid it’s not that interesting of a story. We grew up together and were always close until one day, we simply decided our relationship was more romantic than platonic. That was about a year or so ago. Not sure if we’re going to get married anytime soon since we’re still pretty young…but it’s a nice thought for the future.”

“You seem to have a very comfortable life here,” Time acknowledges, having a look around your home which is cozy and filled with books, many having been gifts from your boyfriend who has always made a point of bringing at least one back after each of his adventures.

“Laidback and uneventful in the best way possible,” Is how someone else describes it, “We can see why you’d like our Smith then.”

“True,” You snort before sharing an amused smirk with Four, “Although he can be quite the handful sometimes.”

The boys raise their eyebrows, not certain what you're alluding to. The Smith a handful? Are you certain you're talking about the same guy now, or does he have a secret polar-opposite twin hiding around here somewhere? Now that’s an actual secret he won’t be telling them anytime soon.

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lowkeyerror · 1 year ago

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The Family Business Ch.4

WandaNat x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Chapter Notes: Brief mention of the red room nothing crazy

Summary: Natasha is nervous about finally having some personal time with Wanda’s family. You help her fight through those nerves. Meanwhile Wanda struggles to come to terms with how much of your growth she missed.

An: Posting consistently again got me feeling in my prime. No promises, but might post chapter 5 later this week instead of next monday.

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Once you were done with work, and had your flowers for Flora, you were ready to go to the Maximoff’s house. You’d sent a quick text to Dragos telling him that you’d bring Natasha with you, to save them an extra unnecessary trip.

You pack your things quickly and head to the car, Natasha follows behind you. When you get in the car, you finally notice the subtle nervousness of Natasha.

“Are you scared to meet Wanda’s mom?”

Natasha nods a little, “It’s more than that. You guys are the most important people in her life. She told me so herself. Dragos doesn’t like me yet, Pietro and I really just looked at each other, and I heard Flora’s got high standards when it comes to partners.”

“Well, they are the kindest people you could ever meet. All they'll care about is that you keep Wanda happy,” you insist.

“I think the kindness goes out of the window, when you find out your daughter got married to a Russian spy that tried to kill her,” Natasha mumbles.

You try to offer her some comfort, “I’m not going to argue with that but, you’ll get a little break, when I tell them I like you.”

“Really?”

“If Wanda told you all about me, then you should know they've got a soft spot for me,” you’re a little embarrassed when you say it, but it’s the truth.

If Natasha notices your embarrassment, she doesn't bring it up, “Wanda says you’re basically a Maximoff every time she tells a story about you.”

You smile, “I like to think of them as my family too. There’s been plenty of times where I want to call Dragos, papa. That means there’s even more times when I want call Flora Mama.”

“What’s stopping you?”

“I don’t want to take the chance and ruin our dynamic.”

The Russian sighs as the house comes into view. “I think they’d both love it. The way Wanda tells it, they feel as though you're one of their kids.”

You park the car before answering Natasha, “Maybe one day.”

With the hydrangeas in hand, you head to the front door. Natasha tries to walk behind you, but you pull her forward so she’s next to you.

“This is a family you have to face head on. Those uncertainties you have, keep them close to you. Don’t let them see your nerves because they’ll pounce. Just remember that you love Wanda, and she loves you too,” your attempt at a pep talk seems to calm her nerves a bit.

“You said they were nice people. Nice people don’t have warnings.”

You roll your eyes, “Natasha you secretly married the daughter of a crime lord without ever meeting the family, there’s a shitload of warnings.”

The door swings open before you have the chance to knock. You find yourself being pulled into a warm hug. It’s only a moment before Flora’s hands land on your face. She turns your head a couple times checking that you are fine, before planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Y/n, where have you been sweetheart? Too old to come see me anymore, huh? You’ve got bags under your eyes Malysh, have you been sleeping ok?”

You smile warmly at her antics, “I’ll never be too old to come visit my Flora. As a sorry, for being away I brought you these.”

Flora takes the flowers from you. “Always knowing how to get into my good graces, these are beautiful Y/n.” Her eyes dart to Natasha and you watch as her features go neutral.

“You must be Natasha.”

The red head extends her hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs.Maximoff.”

Flora shakes her hand, “Yes, if only we could've done this sooner. “

Natasha doesn’t shift at the words, but you can feel her nerves from besides you. Flora beckons you both into the house and you follow her into the kitchen. She grabs a vase for the flowers and begins to fill it with water.

“So, why Natasha?” She says as she places the flowers in the vase.

“I’m sorry?” Natasha is confused by the question.

Flora keeps her eyes on the flowers, “Why’d you pick the name Natasha? Natalia is a fairly pretty name, why not keep it?”

You weren't surprised that Flora had done some research on the woman. However, Natasha was taken aback by the question. She wasn’t expecting it, so it took her a moment to respond.

“As a spy, I have many aliases. However, Natasha never felt like an alias, she just felt like me. My parents and sister call me Natalia often just to tease me, but even they seem to like Natasha better.”

You decide to help the Russian out, “Are you close with your family, Natasha?”

She nods, “Very close. My parents took Yelena and I when we were very little. They saved us from some terrible people, I owe then everything. Though they'd never let me repay them.”

“Reminds me of us,” you say to Flora, who has now softened her gaze on the redhead.

Flora had a soft spot for children in tough places. You knew that's why she originally gravitated towards you, when Pietro first brought you around. This was the perfect topic to get Natasha on Flora’s good side.

“If we found you any younger you would've had our last name,” Flora places the vase the table. She eyes Natasha for a moment before asking about her childhood, “Foster care?”

Natasha stiffens a little, “Worse. Young girls all taken and trained to be weapons for whatever they needed.”

Flora’s eyes become glossy, “The red room.”

Natasha’s gaze was locked on the floor, “Yeah.”

It is a quick turn of events when Flora wraps her arms around Natasha. She holds the woman firm as she begins to speak in Russian. You don't understand all of it, but it seems that Flora was intimately familiar with the place.

“You two go and make yourselves comfortable while I start dinner,” she says finally releasing Natasha.

“You don’t want help?”

Flora shakes her head, “Go, relax malysh. I’ve got it covered in here.”

Instead of leading Natasha to the living room, you take her to the backyard. There is a beautiful large grass area, with a nice garden space in the corner. The patio has the perfect view of the sunset. You sit on one of the patio chairs and Natasha sits beside you.

“I think that went well,” you say to her.

“Thanks to you, it went really well,” Natasha looks at you gratefully.

You shake your head, “I didn’t do much.”

Natasha argues back, “I see why they call you the glue. If you hadn’t made your comment, she would’ve slighted me all night.”

“Don’t give me too much credit, you would've had her the moment you asked how many people she killed,” you joke, and Natasha gets a bit embarrassed.

“Sorry, I guess I just- “

You stop her, “It’s fine, Nat. I’ve been underestimated all my life. My first kill is symbolic to me, even in that pitiful state, I was able to snap someone’s neck. I remember all of them, though it’s not a lot, I also remember each one getting easier.”

She looks at you, “The longer it gets, the less you remember, and then one day you’re left with the memory of how you used to feel about it. Maybe it fills you with pride in the beginning, but eventually killing just leaves you feeling empty.”

Wanda comes into the backyard before you could answer the Russian.

“She’s not giving you too much trouble is she, Y/n?”

Natasha sends her wife a pointed look. You laugh at the interaction.

“She’s a pleasure to have around. I can see why you married her, regardless of the assassination attempt.”

Wanda tilts her head but keeps a smile on her face, “Telling our love story without me, my love?”

“It just came up. How was the meeting?”

Wanda plops down next to you before leaning back, “Apparently Kingpin is looking to expand his control. At least that’s what Hammerhead said.”

You clench your jaw at the mention of the large man, “He’s such a greedy bastard. He has the second largest market besides us. Which means he thinks he can take over us. I couldn’t imagine being a guy that big with no fucking brains.”

Wanda shakes her head and chuckles slightly, “You sound just like Papa. He was pissed when he heard.”

“How is he now?” You ask knowing he could get a little reckless when he was angry.

“For now, he’s alright. I told him we could use Kingpin’s greed as an example. We can crush him and in turn teach the others not to try to cross us.”

Your hands reach to rub your temples, “You make it sound so easy.”

“It will be,” you can hear the determination in her voice.

Natasha interjects, “I think Y/n has a point. It’s definitely easier said than done.”

You keep your composure, “Kingpin selling is a problem in itself, but the people should know better than to buy from him. Whoever is making purchases with him is not being loyal to us. That means he’s making allies, or rather he is taking our allies away from us. It strengthens his numbers while diminishing ours. He’s trying to start a revolution.”

Before it could be discussed any further Dragos appears, “We can discuss it more tomorrow. Tonight, we celebrate Wanda’s homecoming… and marriage. Dinner is ready.”

You’re the first out of your chair and into the house. It leaves Dragos some time with the couple.

“Remember we only talk business outside of the office, if it is absolutely necessary,” he reminds his daughter.

“She still gets that way?” Wanda asks referring to you.

He shakes his head, “She’s just started brainstorming and it’s hard for her to put it aside. She’s not that timid little girl anymore.”

Wanda lets out an irritated sigh, “Why does everyone keep saying that? I know her just like everyone else, papa. I’ve cared for her, I’ve trained her, and- “

“You missed 5 years of her life; you missed her graduation, you missed her putting all of her training to practical use, you missed her joining the family business. No one is saying that you didn't know her well, but you can’t act like you witnessed her growth.”

“It’s not my fault that I wasn’t there,” she speaks through gritted teeth.

“No one is saying it was, malysh.”

Natasha grabs her wife’s hand, “We’re celebrating you tonight like your father said. Let’s just enjoy this and eat. You never stopped talking about your mother’s cooking and the longer we spend out here, the colder the food gets in there.”

Wanda gets up from her seat, “You’re right. I’m sorry Papa, I’m just not used to being home yet.”

“It’s alright, her growth is startling. I still remember how I felt when Pietro told me she killed a boy. It was a shock; I didn’t want to believe it. She was so delicate that I couldn't picture her doing it.”

“Y/n killed somebody?”

Natasha nods, “She told me about it. Y/n actually has a little ledger, 8 people.”

Wanda’s eyes widen, “She told you about it?”

The conversation stops there, when you come back, “Flora said if you guys don’t come to dinner now that Piet and I can have your plates.”

“You’d eat Wanda’s welcome home meal, that’s pretty criminal even by our standards,” Natasha says pulling her wife along into the house.

“Oh 100%, you would too if you had Flora’s cooking.”

The playful banter continues, even once everyone is sat at the dinner table. Conversation flows freely, but Wanda doesn't contribute much. All that circles her mind is you.

Her father’s words echo in her head. She had missed some of the most important moments of your life. Wanda was scared to admit that she hardly recognized the woman you’ve grown into.

It bothered her. She was jealous that everyone got to see you blossom, but her. Even Wanda’s wife seemed to know things about you that she didn’t. It was a pill that she didn’t want to swallow.

Her little Krolik wasn’t so little anymore.

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one-piece-aus · 2 years ago

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What would marriage life would be like with the seven warlords?

This is an old anon request, I do apologize for not getting to it sooner but here we go

What Marriage Life Would Be Like With the Seven Warlords (Headcanons)

It's pretty chill being married to Mihawk

Y'all just vibe in a mansion on an isolated island

I imagine Mihawk is a person of quality time and acts of service so the two of you would often spend time together

Whether it's reading in your library or cooking dinner for each other, every moment you do together and action you do for him is cherished in Mihawk's heart, even if he doesn't mention it

He makes sure you're healthy and well (eating properly, making sure you get your sleep)

This man will be able to instantly tell if your state is the slightest bit off and will not hesitate to voice his concern

He is not opposed to having children, the idea might amuse him

In fact, after Zoro and Perona had made their appearance, Mihawk grew fond of the idea taking care of his own child, even if they would be irritating at times

Btw, Zoro and Perona think you two act like an old married couple ❤

Only way this would be possible is if you are someone like Luffy

She might not understand exactly what marriage life means but she will do her best to make you happy

She is going to cook for you and feed you

She will bathe you and make sure you have the best clothes to wear

And she will order the best doctors to bring you back to your best health if you get sick

She is taking ✨amazing✨ care of you

The two of you are just living the life of luxury regardless of where you choose to live because you two are together and happy

You will not have kids (for a number of reasons that I will not get into because this is supposed to be a fun post)

Alright, I had no idea what to do for Moria so I asked @ask-the-night-crowl for these headcanons, thank you again Snugs

In a marriage, Moria would totally rely on his partner to fulfill all the duties he has/ should be responsible for. Granted, the other mysterious four already take over most of those, but someone has to keep them all in check.

His spouse better not be aversed by his crew, because for as much as he says he doesn't care about these idiots, he would also face death to protect them.

Unless him and his s/o have known eachother for a pretty long time, he'll try to keep them at an arm's length. Not necessarily because they don't have good enough of a connection, but the idea of loss is always on his mind.

He doesn't mind affection. In fact, he'll back-handedly seek it out by annoying his s/o until they give him attention if he so desires. He's pretty much like an oversized cat.

On the other hand, you'll also have to be prepared not to see him for days on end, because of his sleeping habits (Again, like a cat).

But in that time, cuddling with him is totally fine, because once that man is out, he sleeps like a rock.

His frequent nightmares might lead to the conclusion that comforting him would be the answer. But he hates the idea of being treated as weak as that and would much rather appreaciate the mere presence of his s/o when he wakes up next to them.

In contrast, he'll offer the same to his s/o when they feel down and would have an immediate (even petty) grudge against anyone harming them.

Staying in with him at a fireplace, drinking fancy wines and making fun of the other warlords would be his favorite way to spend time when he's awake for once.

If the spouse is good at cooking, you can bet they'll become his personal chef - after all, love goes through the stomach amirite.

If you're marrying Doffy, his family comes as a package deal, you can't have him without it, that being said, he expects you to get along with them (you can tolerate them instead but just don't let him notice)

Of course, he will expect you to take care of Baby 5, Buffalo, and Dellinger as if they were your children, he is open to making blood offsprings, but never put them before him

Doffy is your number 1 priority, whatever he says goes

But just because he's demanding doesn't mean he won't show you affection, in fact, most of his demands is just him wanting to give or receive affection

You are showed in gifts and luxury, he is the king of Dressrosa afterall, your word has every weight as his own since your are his queen

He is proud to show off his spouse, you are his most prized possession after all

However, you are more than just a trophy, after the loss of his dear mother and brother, he holds you close and tells you how dear you are to him every night

You are often woken up in the middle of the night due to his rustling from nightmares, just hold him to calm him down

Crocodile keeps you in the dark about his work, for all you know, he is a casino owner in Alabasta that keeps the people safe from pirates since he's a warlord

He takes you out for a stroll around in the evening, outside to admire the stars, or in the casino where your every need is met

He doesn't show affection in public but his gestures do show you belong to him and no one else

He keeps you company in bed at night until you fall asleep but when you wake up, he is not there, he's working as always

When see him next, he'll have a gift for you, an apology for not being able to always be around as he is a very busy man, but he'll make it up to you

I imagine it would be comfortable, like little cottage in nature kind of comfy

You both would wake up in the morning with a nice cup of tea

Your place would be clean and organized

You'd receive lots of comforting hugs and cuddles

Life would be peaceful

Until strawhat crew comes knocking on your door

Don't quite have any ideas for Kuma so... This is end, I hope you enjoy anon, and thank you for requesting

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gabessquishytum · 1 year ago

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Dream's evil guardian Burgess just wants Dream's inheritance so he "sells", gives, marries him off to the worst highest bidder; Hob spent years fomenting a reputation as the worst so he could be in a position to save Dream from Burgess, because he knew that asshole would do all he could to hurt Dream.

Dream doesn't even know that the Lord Cheval d'Blanc is Hob. Hob left when they were younger, breaking both their hearts, but needing to strike out to make his fortune.

He knew that even if he made a fortune, Burgess wouldn't consent to letting Hob marry Dream. Hob and Dream loved each other and Burgess hated Dream and the Endless family enough to never let any of them have a happiness he could prevent. So Hob knew that he needed to seem like the worst of the worst.

And he'll be the first to admit he started pretty bad (a little a lot of thievery & banditary, and some piracy thrown in for good measure) but once he got his feet under him,,, he tried to make what he did to gain his horrible reputation look bad, while actually saving and helping as many people as he could. It might have looked like people disappeared, never to be seen again, after Hob was done with them, but that was just because Hob was helping them out of their bad situations.

So Hob as Blanc had money and a rep in Ton as the absolute worst, but someone who was respected and feared. When Burgess finally put out that he was accepting marriage offers for Dream, Hob had his plan ready.

They didn't even see each other until Dream was forced down the altar. Then Dream saw Hob and started to cry ---- Burgess thinking he had won, that Dream was soo sad and scared of his new Husband he was crying. Not realizing Hob (& Dream) had won, and successfully put one over on Burgess.

Now they just had to plan, together, how to steal all the Endless money away from Burgess.

AHHH yes!! Love the idea of Hob having a longterm plan to get Dream away from Burgess. It's not easy, but its so worth it.

There's a moment or two where Dream doesn't even recognise his old friend/beloved Hob. They've both changed over the years, and Hob’s body language has changed to match his reputation as a harsh and fearsome Lord. But when Dream sees his eyes, he immediately knows that his Hob has returned to rescue him! He can't help crying, and it's so hard for Hob not to immediately comfort him. Instead he has to smirk and act as cruel as possible, so Burgess won't get suspicious and pull Dream out of the marriage at the last second.

But it all runs smoothly. Dream is handed over to be Hob’s property, now. Burgess is surprised to see the way Dream clings to his new husband, but he figures that Dream will soon find out that Hob isn't his knight in shining armour at all. But of course, once Burgess is out of sight, Dream is scooped up in Hob’s arms, delicately kissed, and immediately the two of them leave together for Hob’s country estate.

It's a curious thing - just a year later, Burgess dies after mysteriously hitting his head. It seems as though it was a complete accident. Even more curiously, he left his entire fortune (including the large portion that was once the Endless's) to his former ward, Dream. It's all there set out in his will, and although Burgess's son contests it, no one can deny that Roderick's signature is right there on the paper.

No one dares mention that Dream’s husband is a renowned expert in forgery. He's a Lord, after all. No one wants to get on his bad side. And surely even he wouldn't dare to murder Roderick Burgess and falsify his will?

Whatever the truth, Dream is blissfully happy. He intends to use Burgess's money to travel all over Europe with Hob, just like they dreamed of when they were young. Maybe they'll drink a toast to evil ex-guardians, as they revel in their happiness together!

#the sandman #dreamling

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depravitycentral · 2 years ago

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Hi! I know you already discussed this with the hxh yanderes, but do you think some yanderes in demon slayer, hashiras and demons, would want to get married to their darling? Hashiras probably would, but i'm not so sure about demons.

Hi anon!!

I'm always happy to write about kny, and this is a good question! I'm not too much of a buff on Japanese history/historical time periods, so hopefully I'm not too factually off - based off of Tanjiro's reactions anytime skin is shown/ Zenitsu's insistence on marriage, I'm going to guess that marriage was probably more expected than it is today. So we're going to move forward with that in mind!

(Also I know next to nothing about traditional Japanese weddings, so you're getting my Western norms/knowledge... sorry! Also, I'm still debating on whether I want to write Mitsuri and Obanai as separate or poly yanderes because I really can't stomach the thought of separating them, so you're getting poly for this!)

Without further ado, let's discuss!! (This is long I apologize)

First of all, you're right - almost all of the Hashiras have marriage on the mind once their obsession forms. They're dreaming of you in pretty white gowns, boquets of flowers everywhere, and a pretty, glittering ring on your finger. There's something comfortable and good about knowing that you're safe, that you're protected, that you're theirs, both in the eyes of the law and of each other.

The demons, on the other hand, are more of a mixed bag - none of them really remember their time as a human, but some are more connected with their human sides than others - and thus, some of them are much, much more desperate to make you theirs in a way that satiates their remaining scraps of humanity. (Plus, this is a way to bind you to them that the demons know you'll recognize the weight of - after all, it's not like divorcing them is really an option; you can't even run two feet without them immediately catching and immobilizing you. What makes you think you could ever truly escape them?)

But of course, let's start with the beloved, oh-so-righteous Hashira. They each have a different level of motivation for getting you to share their last name - personal trauma, dependency, and their awareness of your feelings for them make each individual approach in asking for your hand very unique.

(Though each is laced with just a hair of hesitance, their vulnerability coming to light when they pop the question, because even if they've already stolen you away, even if Stockholm Syndrome has already bent and warped you, there's still the possibility of rejection. There's still the possibility that you don't want them as badly as they do, that you don't need them like they need you. You'll say yes, they'll make sure of it, but you need to mean it - you need to love them, too.)

Kochou Shinobu wants to marry you, and while she won't force you to, she's not too shy to drop hints. In general, she's not too terribly controlling, aside from her extreme overprotectiveness, and this extends to her plans of marriage with you.

She wants to bind you to her permanently, to get you officially and legally tied to her in a way you can't deny no matter how badly you may want to, but she won't force it. After all, while she does force you into all sorts of things in the name of protection and your wellbeing (forcing you to eat certain foods, keeping you inside the Butterfly mansion with scheduled times for you to sit outside in the garden, and a whole variety of other things that make you bristle with indignation and shame), she wants big steps in your relationship to be consensual.

(Aside from your kidnapping, of course - though she sees your captivity less as a step and more of a necessity, more of something she's doing to make sure you aren't the victim of some horrible, disgusting demon. And, of course, so that you're alive and well and she can see you and hear you and smell you and touch you.)

She'll pop the question once she thinks Stockholm Syndrome has set in, and even then, the moment is actually quite nice. She'd set up a nice meal for you (with foods you actually like, not the overly healthy, bland slog she always forces down your throat), with a few candles glowing and nice, fluffy blankets surrounding where you both sit on the floor.

Her voice is strangely soft and sweet when she asks you, this odd look in her eye that almost looks scared, as if she's genuinely afraid of how you'll respond to her slightly wobbly will you marry me? She wants you to say yes, needs it, really, but if you say no she'll respect that.

She won't let you go, of course, but she won't force it onto you. She'll be more distant, a little more snappy, and she'll spend noticeably less time physically close to you, but once she's recovered a bit (meaning she's slaughtered enough demons that her anger is slightly quelled, though the hurt is still very much present), she'll return to you, working even harder than before to make you happy and want her.

Perhaps you'll change your mind if she's more accommodating, if she's sweeter, if she's just better.

Giyuu Tomioka, for one, probably won't ever ask you to marry him.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but rather that it seems like this unnecessary step that doesn't need to happen for your relationship to be stable and happy and loving. He's a bit of an odd duck as a yandere - he's emotionally stunted and difficult at communicating his feelings, and because of this, he often worries that you're feeling things that he's unaware of.

He's paranoid that you secretly hate him, that you're lying every time you say something even remotely nice to him, that you wish he was dead or being tormented by a demon. (And frankly, this isn't entirely false - he does eventually kidnap you, once his hand is forced, and of fucking course you hate him after that - you're terrified of him, and it nearly breaks Giyuu, sending him into a spiral that'll take months of you eagerly convincing him otherwise to move past.)

And because of these fears, Giyuu is hesitant to really do anything romantic at all with you - anything from calling you pet names to cuddling you takes a long time for him to feel comfortable with, and so marriage?

It's unlikely that he'll ask, but not impossible - after all, he does harbor strong feelings for you, finding you on his mind constantly, his hands always twitching and itching to reach out to you, his eyes always seeming to wander back to your figure, his entire body just yearning for you you you.

Giyuu does genuinely want to marry you - he likes the idea of you having his last name, and the idea of being tied to you in a real, tangible way. It makes some of the paranoia quell, because would you really leave him if you were married?

Widows don't survive easily in this world - you'd find it extremely hard to remarry. (That thought leaves a sour taste in his mouth, though he does like that it means you're less likely to leave him.)

So while Giyuu probably won't ever ask, just know that when he's staring at you so longingly, gazing at you with those wide eyes that never seem to blink, he's imagining the way you'd look in lace, how your pretty face would look at him from under a veil, how your voice would caress his name when you say your vows.

It's a sweet thought that he harbors, and it's only many, many years into the future that he'll admit this to you. (And even then, it's only in passing, only when he's in your arms, on the brink of sleep and feeling the most calm and vulnerable and safe he's felt in his whole life - you'll hear a small would you want to be a wife? He won't elaborate if you ask him to repeat himself, instead pretending it never happened, but that's probably the closest you'll get to admittance.)

Kyojuro Rengoku knows marriage is in his future from a young age. He's always dreamed of having a loving family, of having another family for Senjuro to grow close to.

And really, you just make it so easy - it's disturbing how quickly he's fantasizing about dropping to one knee, imagining your face - in detail - when he pops the question; he's sure your jaw will drop, your eyes going wide, maybe you'd even cover your mouth with your hand because you can hardly contain yourself with excitement.

And then you'll say yes - over and over again, crushing him into a hug that he eagerly returns, burying his nose into your hair and smelling and breathing and yearning -

Nights he spends fantasizing about your future normally end with flushed cheeks and sweat coating his body, his chest heaving and dried cum splattered along his navel.

He expects marriage, really, simply because he's a traditional man and he wants to become your protector and provider - he's lenient on most things involving the wedding, however. He's daydreaming about you in your dress, of course, but he'll be delighted with whatever style or color you choose, tears of joy in his eyes when he sees you walking down the aisle towards him, towards your future.

He'll let you decide the flowers and how you style your hair, and he'll even let you choose his own clothing - he will be incorporating the flame somehow, however, and that goes for more than just his clothing. Your ring will have a large, somewhat gaudy opal jewel in it, along with a flame engraved on the inside of the ring, so that you're close to him always, even when he's away on missions.

Kyojuro is so very sure that you'll become his wife one day that even before you're aware of his obsession with you, he's referring to you as my flame and my spouse and my lovely wife both in private and public. It's off-putting and strange, but no amount of explaining or pleading will get him to stop.

He's genuinely dead set on becoming your husband, and he'll even allow you to invite a select group of your family and friends to the event - after all, it's not like they could stop it. What could they do? He's the Flame Hashira, responsible for saving more lives than you could count - he can have whatever he wants, and that includes you.

(At least Shinobu will be on your side at the wedding - she'll watch with sad eyes, sad for you but happy for her comrade, though ultimately she can do nothing as well - even when she sees the way he looks at you, the way his eyes absolutely devour you.)

Marriage isn't exactly necessary for Gyomei Himejima, but it's still certainly a thought that lingers in the far corners of his mind, dancing behind closed eyelids on the rare night he's laying in his own bed, the blankets feeling cold and empty.

He normally wills away any sort of fantasizing about you at night - both on principle and because once he starts thinking of you, you don't leave his thoughts for hours, making sleep - something already a bit difficult for him - even harder to come by. But on the few nights where his self-control wavers ever so slightly, he allows himself to imagine the way your hands would feel with a pretty, smooth ring adorning your finger, standing out against the softness of your skin.

He'll move his own fingers against the fabric of his futon, pretending the lackluster linen is you instead, moving up to cup your face, brush over your hair, let his fingers trace the curve and juts of your collarbone.

He'll let himself imagine coming home to you, how the smell of you would fill his nostrils the moment he opens the door, how your voice would sound calling his name, telling him I'm so glad you're home, my love, it's lonely to be a wife without her other half by her side...

It's a desire he nurses, slowly letting it fester and grow and rot in his heart, and so when the day finally comes that you've given up on fighting him, that you've reluctantly accepted that he is your future now (and after months of him calmly and simply stating that I'm doing what is best for you, you are weak and you need protection, helpless creatures like yourself cannot be left to the wolves), he'll swallow and ask you, with a voice that's just slightly uneven, if you'd do him the honor of becoming his wife, if you'd share yourself with me, both in life and death?

It's not like you really have a choice, but he can't help the tears that slip down his cheeks when you answer him, those big, scarred hands of his slowly slipping down to your hips, excitement brewing in his chest that makes him feel both elated and sinful because married couples show love in much more intimate ways, and he's been holding himself back for so long, far longer than any other man could endure...

Sanemi Shinazugawa is, even to you - the love of his life, the woman he finds himself so ardently and frustratingly obsessed with - difficult to understand. He never explicitly tells you about his past nor childhood, only dropping small, hardly-there hints once in a blue moon.

All you've managed to gather is that something horrible happened to him, and that despite seeming rough and callous and cruel, he's significantly softer at heart than you'd expected.

And so, when Sanemi bites his lip a few months into your kidnapping, his fingers tapping together in his lap and his eyes struggling to stay fixed on you while you quietly and calmly folded the pretty, new kimono he'd just returned from a recent mission with, you're completely floored by his question.

Will you marry me?

It's rushed, nearly slurred, full of doubt and sounding more like a statement rather than a question, but when you freeze and flick your eyes to him, he only furrows his brows and looks angry. Truthfully, he'd been planning on asking you for months - marriage was on his mind embarrassingly early into his infatuation with you, though he'd never made any action to make you believe so.

He has a cold exterior and is outwardly brash and rude to those around him, but he's still the young, caring, gentle boy he once was - and when he's with you, ever protective instinct long buried from his childhood comes back in full force, urging and begging him to wrap his arms around you and protect you from each and every horrible thing in this world.

(And, of course, so that he can feel you - your heart beating against his chest, your breaths tickling his hair, your soft body pressing flush against his own, so opposite to his own scarred, calloused skin.)

And so, when you eventually tell him yes after a very, very long period of silence, Sanemi can only nod and chance a glance at you, a small pink rising to his cheeks because fuck, somehow you're even prettier now, like you're practically glowing, like you're practically his - and now, you are.

He's a lot more gentle to you after you accept his proposal - he's always treated you like you're made of glass, but his touches are even more feather-light now, his voice noticeably softer, his eyes noticeably wider when they follow your every move, this shy, boyish smile slotting onto his lips when he sees you humming to yourself or reaching for something on a high shelf or sleeping soundly in what is now your shared bed.

Marriage domesticates him, and while he's still obsessively checking your health and forcing you to report what you did every moment he's not at home with you, he's different. Softer, happier, needier.

Tengen Uzui pops the question early. Extremely early. The idea of marriage is no foreign concept to him - and as his darling, you are also, by default, his wives' darling. And so, while Tengen alone is overwhelming with his flirtations and overprotectiveness, it's something else entirely to have three other people also doting on you, keeping a careful eye on you and making sure you're always, always out of danger's way and never having a moment of privacy to yourself.

And so, while Tengen is the one who actually asks for your hand, all of the wives are dropping hints and not-so-subtly mentioning how things will be once you're an official wife, too. It's always when you're their wife, not if - and they're not shy about it.

Hinatsuru will be standing behind you while you sit at the vanity, brushing her fingers over your hair and smiling down at you, pink sitting high on her cheeks while she tells you that Master Tengen will buy you the most lovely dress for the ceremony, Makio and I have already picked it out. You'll look so very beautiful, though you always do.

Suma will clutch onto your arm and beg you to do her vows first, to tell her that she's pretty and sweet and beautiful and perfect and exactly your type.

Makio will swat your hand away from sweets when she thinks you've had enough, telling you with a pout that you must stay healthy and not grow a stomachache, I saw the ring in Master Tengen's room early this morning and the whole moment will be ruined if you've eaten yourself into illness!

(Of course, you're allowed to have more sweets if she feeds them to you, but this is just a technicality.)

And Tengen himself is even not particularly subtle about the whole ordeal - he'll wrap an arm around you and plant a kiss to the crown of your head, telling you that the proposal will be quite extravagant, I can't wait to see your face!

Marriage has always been an assumed milestone that you will complete with the Uzuis - it's only a matter of time, and even if you say no over and over again, you will end up their spouse, one way or another.

(It's been such an ingrained concept in their minds, of course, that even before they stole you away, more than one night was spent with all four in bed, each imagining you on your wedding night, laying in silk fabrics with four wedding rings glistening on your fingers and your face all twisted up in ecstasy and their names tumbling form your lips like some sort of prayer...)

Mitsuri Kanroji and Obanai Iguro are both partial to the idea of marrying you, but Mitsuri is considerably more likely to make it a reality.

Obanai wants to wed you, to call you both his wives, to share your bed every night and to know that you're his. But there's still lingering fear and self-resentment that bars him from ever actually asking you simply because he thinks he doesn't deserve someone like you. You're utterly perfect - divine in a way that's hard to stomach, as if the air is being sucked out of his lungs every time he so much as glances at you. He's shy, frankly, and afraid to confront his own feelings, and so it's left to Mitsuri to make your marriage a reality.

And oh, she doesn't mind this responsibility at all - marriage plans are happening early on, her brain filled to the brim with ideas of different color schemes, which flowers to use, which songs to play, even which undergarments to have you wear to make undressing you even sweeter.

She's daydreaming about it near constantly, and similarly to Uzui, she's not particularly great at keeping it a secret. She doesn't purposefully blurt out how good you'd look in a particular dress style, but when she sees you, her brain turns to mush and it's like she has no control of her words.

(Or her actions, it seems, because she'll always, always greet you with a hug that's just a bit too long, your body pressed flush and tight against her own in a way that feels too purposeful to be innocent.)

So as their darling, marriage is likely in the cards - but contrary to others on this list, Obanai will persuade Mitsuri to actually take your wishes into considerations as far as decorations or style goes - you get to choose your wedding dress and the food that's served (Mitsuri's only stipulation is that there is a lot), along with most other personal items you wear/interact with.

So from that aspect, marriage actually doesn't sound too bad with them - the only unfortunate portion is that you're marrying your captors, of course, and the vows. They're long and sappy and extremely detailed, sharing facts you weren't previously aware of but really shouldn't surprise you - admittance of stalking you, stealing some of your clothing or personal items, even to sometimes tampering with your food just to make things 'taste better'.

It's hard to stomach and it's things you really already knew in your heart, but it's hard to hear it nonetheless - especially when it's spun in such a way as to sound romantic, as if it's some testament to their love for you - pretend to be wooed, or things will get ugly. And you wouldn't want your wedding night to be forceful and rough, now would you?

And then of course there's the demons, who have a very, very wide variety of opinions regarding the topic of marriage.

For Muzan Kibutsuji, the context in which his obsession developed is extremely key to how he feels about marrying you.

Most likely, you were some human he came into contact with frequently during one of his many false human aliases. He finds you annoying at first, of course, deeming you as horribly pathetic and someone literally not even worthy of his time to consider, but then one day something changes - some small act of kindness or defiance that piques his interest, and suddenly he's finding himself idly thinking of you, noticing you amongst the crowd, recognizing your scent even in crowded spaces.

And he doesn't like it. At all.

It takes him a very long time to navigate his feelings for you - he's intrigued and feels this strange, carnal urge to be around you, but he's also disgusted and angry and irritated that you have this control over him. And so, it's most likely that he won't marry you - the anger and possessiveness he feels for you will likely overwhelm him and lead to him kidnapping you, and once you're stuck with him, under his thumb, what's the point of marrying you?

You're his, the possession of the Demon King - what are you going to do? Run away? Try to fight him? (Some part of him wishes you would, just so he could punish you, just so he could pin you down and see those pretty tears roll down your cheeks, just so that for one solitary moment, you're looking at only him and thinking of only him and seeing only him.)

He doesn't see the point in marrying you if this is the route his obsession takes - the only benefit is making you more complacent, which isn't too much of an issue anyways because Muzan makes it clear from the very beginning that he's in charge.

If you were to catch his attention in another way (say, if he'd chosen to get close to you for a strategic reason - perhaps you're the daughter of some important figure or a powerful merchant), then he'd intend to marry you. It'd been the plan from the beginning, but once he gets to know you and decides that you aren't absolutely abhorrant, the marriage becomes less of a chore and more something that pleases him, because now you're his.

Tied to him, irrevocably his property that no man will ever touch. It quells his possessiveness and strokes his ego, all the while he'll tell that it's your duty to provide your husband with your heart, body, and soul - the smirk that curls onto his lip when he pins you down is hard to miss, as is the way he sneers out show me how devoted you are to your husband.)

Kokushibo is traditional. He's a fan of power structures and order, and while he doesn't necessarily believe that women are weaker (he doesn't respect Daki, but he can admit that she isn't horribly weak), he does believe that women are incomplete without a male partner. It's a sexist view and a product of his left-over human morals from many centuries earlier, but it stands strong in his relationship with you.

Similarly to most other demons, he doesn't really view you as a partner - you're his, his possession, a human that he finds himself oddly fascinated with despite himself. And so, he doesn't really care about your opinion in the matter of marriage - you're his woman, and he'll marry you.

It's about possession, not romance - he's certainly not bound by any laws, but marrying you might get you to realize the extent to which he owns you, the extent to which he's in charge of every aspect of your life. And the traditional values don't simply stop at the idea of marriage - they bleed into marriage as a concept, too.

He has strong opinions about what you should be wearing, how you should be acting, how the ceremony itself should be run. He's a bit domineering, and while he does hold a feeling as close to love as demons can have, it manifests itself mostly as controlling behavior.

He's running the ceremony, essentially, and it's extremely small - you're both in attendance of course, as are his fellow Upper Moons, but that's the extent. It's small, quick, and seamless, and before you know it you'll be back in the small, remote cabin he keeps you in, his form standing in the doorway and the room entirely silent.

He's controlling and doesn't fully view you as a person, but it's in moments of intimacy that just a sliver of his humanity comes crawling through, because no matter how badly he wishes to, he simply can't allow himself to touch you without your approval. He doesn't enjoy the sight of you crying, and he's internally conflicted about what the wedding night should look like. He should be fucking you, claiming you as his in the most primal and natural way a husband can, but you'll start sobbing again, and he doesn't want that. And so, instead, he compromises by simply holding you, his voice monotone as he tells you we can make love, if you'd wish.

It's awfully open-ended, and if you were to take him up on the opportunity, he'd be overjoyed - you'll find yourself waking up the next morning with a new kimono laid out on the bed, a small note written in extremely neat, near-perfect handwriting: a gift for my wife.

He's a bit of a sap, though it's hard to see - he'd never admit, either.

Douma doesn't have any particular desire to marry you, but he is admittedly intrigued by the idea.

It doesn't even cross his mind until one of his followers mentions something offhandedly about when the leader will marry his clearly favorite follower, and it gets him thinking. Marriage seems pointless, really, but humans do seem to like it, and he does like it when you smile and when you look at him all shocked and flustered.

And so, he considers the idea and decides that maybe he should do it - it'll force you to be closer to him, which is never a bad thing, and perhaps it will finally deter all other cult members from getting close to you in any way.

(Not that any of them are currently - they all know that you're Douma's, that you're staunchly off-limits. They know that everyone who approaches you disappears, and while Douma writes it off as a coincidence, it still leaves most people wary of your presence. But still - Douma likes the idea, his possessiveness quelling and his excitement sky-rocketing because it means he'll be all you have, and therefore you'll have to give him all the attention he craves from you.)

He pops the question in a not-at-all romantic setting, but he does gently cup your chin, tilting your head to look at him, those flashy eyes of his sparkling as he asks you whether you'd like to be my wife? He can't help the sigh he lets out at your bashful expression, the sound seeming much, much too high pitched to be normal (mimicking something more akin to a moan), and when you stutter out a y-yes, I would like to, Douma is pleased beyond words. It strokes his ego that you said yes, that you clearly want him, and he's quick to get the preparations rolling.

The wedding is extravagant and honestly way too much, but Douma wants everything to be over the top. The entire cult is in attendance, your dress has a train that drags a few feet behind you, and the flowers are such a vibrant red that it almost looks like they're stained with blood. The ring is simple, surprisingly, and the look in his eye is borderline psychotic as he slips the ring onto your finger.

And when he dips you for your first kiss as a married couple, he'll linger at your ear, sharp teeth grazing the shell as he whispers that you're mine, pretty, so don't run.

Akaza doesn't feel any need to marry you, surprisingly. He's another who has a difficult time rationalizing his feelings for you, simply because his view of humans being weak is difficult to move past.

He does, however, respect women significantly more than the other demons discussed in this post - and not only does he respect you, but he's genuinely the closest to being an absolute simp that a flesh-eating creature can be.

He's a bit rough around the edges and a bit abrasive, but he absolutely spoils you. You're getting high-end clothing and accessories, the best foods he can find in the local villages he slaughters, all kinds of trinkets and things that caught his eye and made him think of you.

He lives to see your smile, feeling this weird sense of accomplishment and self-satisfaction when you're pleased. And so, if you expressed some desire in getting married, Akaza would happily oblige, feeling only the tiniest bit of embarrassment. He's a bit clueless, however, so if you were serious about marriage you'd need to do all the planning. He'll let you dress however you want, whatever decorations and color themes, and he'll even let you choose which forest clearing the ceremony happens in.

(He won't allow you in any human establishments, even if you beg - he can't stand the thought of another person looking at you, and even if the entire village was killed before the ceremony, he's not willing to risk anything ruining the day he wants to be absolutely perfect for you.)

His vows are a bit choppy, the raw emotion on his face difficult to miss, though the words are more disturbing than sweet. There's talk of how he'd kill for you, proclamations of the extent to which he'd go for you - even detailing the murder of a man he'd noticed wash staring at you in a derogatory and objectifying way early on into his obsession when he was stalking you one day.

And when the infamous kiss occurs, he kisses you hard - his tongue is in your mouth and he's dipping you so deeply that your back is fully arched, and he keeps pressing into you harder and harder and harder, as if trying to bridge any little bit of space between you.

He wants you to be happy, and while he's not willing to let you go, he'll (somewhat) accommodate to your desires - so if you want something, just tell him.

(Especially when it comes to your pleasure - your wedding night will be much, much smoother if you guide him through your pleasure. After all, he'll do absolutely anything you want if it means seeing you pretty face when you come for him.)

Gyuutaro harbors a surprising amount of romantic fantasies between you and him. Of course, he'd never admit it, but he's frequently daydreamed about marrying you. Even during his human years, marriage wasn't too prevalent in the area he grew up.

(He's very familiar with sex and companionship work, but marriage? Not so much.)

Even so, he understands that marriage is the ultimate sign of love in the human world, and as his obsession with you grows deeper and stronger, so too do his fantasies of living through every human milestone of a happy relationship. He wants it so very badly; he wants you to want him, to love him and cherish him in a way that makes him scratch at his neck and warble on about how he's too ugly to be loved.

He wants you to want him - and so, after a few years of being stuck under his thumb, slowly letting the Stockholm Syndrome build and shatter your concept of reality, he'll pop the question. It's harsh and defensive, as if he's absolutely convinced you'll say no even before he's asked - his voice is sharp and whiny as he asks you if you'd like to marry a monster like me? What do you say, eh? Could you stomach marrying something so disgusting and ugly as me?

It's disguised as a self-deprecating comment, but the way he waits on edge for your response will tell you that he's very, very interested in your answer. Every muscle in his body is taut and tight, tension eating away at his stomach because oh god he's nervous, even as embarrassing as it is to admit.

If you say no he'll close himself off, berating you and telling you that you're judgmental, that you're no different from the hundreds of humans who only care about looks and beauty. His words are cruel and harsh and they hurt, but he doesn't mean them - he's just lashing out because he's hurt and doesn't know how else to express his pain.

But oh, if you say yes? Well, Gyuutaro's suddenly scratching himself hard, finding it difficult to maintain eye contact with you, a flustered feeling rising up his throat and nearly making him sick because god, is this what acceptance and love feel like?

The wedding itself is a bit half-assed, though he tried it best - his tastes are built upon the very little he knows about human weddings. But despite the fact that everything is a little dirty and the dress you're wearing doesn't fit you correctly, there's something about the way Gyutaro's hands are shaking as he hands you the ring that's almost, almost endearing - he resembles a shy, awkward boy rather than the man-eating captor he actually is.

And that night, he'll spend hours worshipping your body, pouring over every detail and scar and mole and committing it all to memory - committing you to memory, though he really doesn't need to because he'll be turning you into a demon soon so that you never leave him.

But still, it's the principle - and when he fucks you, with a voice that's especially high and a pace that's sloppy at best, you'll be able to feel what your marriage means to him - the way he moans when he sees the ring on your finger tells you as much.

So anon, long story short: they all feel a little different, but most are happy to marry you. It's a product of the time, yes, but also just another way to bind you to them - something they will not pass up.

So who would you marry? Choose carefully - because once you say 'I do', you're absolutely trapped.

#yandere kny #_kny #_giyuu tomioka #_kochou shinobu #_gyomei himejima #_kyojuro rengoku #_tengen uzui #_mitsuri kanroji #_obanai iguro #_sanemi shinazugawa #_muzan kibutsuji #_akaza #_douma #_kokushibo #_gyuutaro #yandere demon slayer

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modernsuperhero · 4 months ago

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hello I would love to hear about your life series OUAT AU please tell me all the things 👀

Okay you don't know how excited I am to share this.

So quick recap for those who don't know, the premise of Once Upon A Time is that pretty much every fairy tale (and Disney movie character) is magically yoinked via a dark curse from the fairy tale world into ours, (specifically a town called Storybrooke in Maine) with their memories erased. They're trapped in basically a timeloop, frozen at the same ages as when they were transported. The curse also gives them fake memories of their lives that are intentionally curated to make each of them as miserable as possible! A few staples of the plot are that none of the fairy tales went down exactly as we know them - they'll be technically the same, but the details way more complicated and often more mature than a children's bedtime story would allow. Several fairy tale characters are secretly also other fairy tale characters, and a bunch of them are related in confusing ways.

Now, onto the Life Series OUAT AU! (Featuring some non-Life guys too!)

Now, admittedly I don't have everything figured out for every character - the AU isn't quite finished, so there's a couple holes. But I have a lot of it! I've also used this AU as an excuse to use my favorite obscure fairy tales~

Everything starts, of course, with Snow White.

And her sister. (Did you know there's a second, unrelated fairy tale to Snow White, called Snow White and Rose Red?)

Snow White is... Pearl! And her sister, Gem, is named Rose Red - Snow White for her pale skin and Rose Red for her bright hair. In this AU, Snow White and Rose Red are princesses whose father remarries an evil queen. Quite classically, she's jealous of Snow White, and tries to have her killed. Both Snow White AND Rose Red flee to a cabin in the woods. In the winter, a terrifying massive talking bear appears and asks to shelter in the warmth of their home. Rose Red [Gem] has a moment of quick thinking, not wanting to risk this being some threat to her sister, and introduces herself as Snow White, and Pearl as Rose Red. Confused yet? Rose Red Snow White [Gem] allows him to stay for the winter, and both sisters quickly befriend him. He warns them both about an evil dwarf(?) before leaving after winter thaws. Over the course of the next several months the evil dwarf appears to cause problems for the sisters, eventually concluding with the bear returning to kill the dwarf and transforming into a prince! The Bear Prince reveals the dwarf had cursed him, and now that he's free he proposes to Rose Red Snow White [Gem] and offers to take her and Snow White Rose Red [Pearl] back to his kingdom with him where he can protect them.

The End.

Right?

Obviously not all goes to plan.

This is the first instance where the details of the AU are fuzzy. Somehow, the Bear Prince dies. Probably because of "Snow White" being wanted, and Gem being targeted. Because of this, "Snow White" Rose Red [Gem] turns on "Rose Red" Snow White [Pearl], blaming her for her fiance's death. Pearl has to flee once again for her life. This time, she finds a home inhabited by seven dwarves, the youngest of which is a young girl dwarf (because of course girl dwarves exist in this world, and OUAT was a coward for not including them) named Tilly.

"Rose Red" Snow White [Pearl] gradually becomes comfortable in her home. Her sister has yet to reveal their identity swap - partly because "Snow White" is the name of who married the Bear Prince, and thus inherited his throne when he passed, and partly to keep anyone other than Gem from killing "Rose Red". "Rose Red" Snow White [Pearl] even starts wearing a big red cloak everywhere.

In the meantime, "Snow White" Rose Red [Gem] has become queen of the Bear Prince's land, and found herself a strange and powerful mentor - a man toting a magic wand and a strange dagger, calling himself Rumpelstiltskin. Rumpelstiltskin is... Scott! Rumple [Scott] starts teaching Gem dark magic, eventually leading her to kill some strange demon man called Xornoth with Rumple [Scott]'s dagger... only of course for her to pull the dagger from his chest and see the name carved on the side change from 'Xornoth' to 'Rose Red'.

Rumpelstiltskin [Scott] is ALSO not pleased at this development, having believed Gem was Snow White. He reveals that Xornoth was a being called a 'Dark One', the ultimate embodiment and well of darkness and dark magic. By killing Xornoth, Gem has herself become the next Dark One. As her body starts to become absorbed by the darkness, Rumpelstiltskin abandons the Evil Queen to her fate.

Once Gem has been absorbed by the darkness, she vows revenge against the one she blames for her greatest tragedy, who led her to follow Scott's advice in the first place - Pearl. She transforms her friends, including Tilly, into wolves. Pearl - sorry, Little Red Riding Hood "Rose Red" Snow White [Pearl] (confused NOW?) - goes on the run once more with her wolves in search of answers for how to fix her sister, searching specifically for a man her grandmother told her of. Her grandmother, who married the old king despite being only a poor miller's daughter, by supposedly spinning straw into gold - who secretly told little Pearl the story of the man who helped her do so... a man by the name of Rumpelstiltskin.

Rumpelstiltskin, aka Scott, has his own motivations. Years and years ago, in fact, he wasn't evil at all...

...but I might make that its own post! Partly because I don't want this one to get too crazy long LOL. But I do have plans for the Dark Curse, featuring some characters as Jack and the Beanstalk, Donkey Skin, and Pinocchio!

For now, know that in the town of Storybrooke, neither Gem nor Pearl - as are their new names, in our world without magic - are aware of their sordid pasts, only of their complicated, yet mundane, relationship as sisters.

#trafficblr #traffic series #life series smp #geminitay #pearlescentmoon #scott smajor #life series tilly #once upon a time au #life series ouat au #fairy tale au #the only characters i've got nothing for yet are etho skizz mumbo and impulse but i have ideas for them!!#anyone specific anybody wants to know about lmk and i will absolutely share their story! ^u^#also i'm so so sorry to the gem and pearl shippers. i started making this au before wild life dropped so i did not see the vision yet #and unfortunately now this is like THE most crucial shit in the au that everything else hinges on #anyway hope you enjoyed!!!#might post more about this sometime soon...

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avonne-writes · 1 year ago

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29 and 30 !!!

For the Reverie ask game

29. How does their love change as they get older?

They move in together in a place where people are less nosy and Gale can attend a good university. They have lived together before, of course, but not like this, so getting used to it takes a while, but their love strengthens with it. In the first few years, they start talking about their feelings more because they have the time, comfort and peace to express themselves. Later, they become quieter because they understand each other without words. They become more physically affectionate and develop ways to convey reassurance/love/comfort in public too.

They have some fights about this, but eventually, Gale stops keeping things quite so often from Bucky. He shares more about his childhood too.

Bucky learns better control over his dreams. When Gale takes him to Wyoming, he’s overwhelmed by seeing the real life original of their dreamscape and he wants to go back every year. Gale has ambivalent feelings about it because he never regains the ability to dream about that place. If he tries, it always ends in one of those nauseating mescaline dreams. Bucky learns how to dream a decent enough representation of the place but Gale asks him to only take him there if he asks, and he rarely does. However, Gale’s other dreams get better again and he’s able to create a new recurrent dream of a different location.

In the first months after the war, they dreamwalk every night, but later on, as they get more secure in the feeling that the other will be there the next day, they start to spend more time in their own heads. Bucky thought he would hate it because of their stalag memories, but he actually loves asking Gale what he dreamt about the night before and he and Gale both like creating surprises for the next time the other enters their mind.

They talk about how they wish they could get married. Bucky tells Gale that he’s the angel he always wanted as a soulmate (see chapter 1), he just didn't realize it at first. That feels healing to Gale. He dreams them a wedding scenario, with people and all, including his idea of Bucky's mother from the photos Bucky showed him, and they both wake up to Bucky crying. He thought he would never get married but Gale gave him that, in a way.

They always stay playful with each other. Some things never change.

When they grow old and grey, Bucky rekindles his relationship with God and starts going to church again, for one thing only: he prays that when it’s time to go, they'll go together. But if that's not possible, then at least let it be him who goes second - because he has already lived through that loss once when he thought Gale was dead and he doesn’t want Gale to ever experience a pain like that. One night, he and Gale are in the backyard of the house where they moved to once gay relationships became more accepted, and they see a shooting star. Bucky wishes on it. His wish comes true.

30. Share anything you would like about the couple!

Fun fact: in chapter 3, while Bucky was having a wet dream, Gale also had one. That's why he was flushed and irritated, and why he complained about not having a moment alone.

#mota #buck x bucky #clegan #john egan #gale cleven #my writing #thank you so much for the asks ❤️❤️#reverie #ask game

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theredengineapologist · 1 year ago

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Happy Valentine's Day Everyone! 💙❤

Of course, I had to do something Jameward for the occasion. Even though this meme is literally called "Understand my Ship in 5 Minutes", I still wanted to include some commentary/headcanons because I've been DYING to talk about them forever. So if you're interested, read on under the cut!

(Also, please note that the interpretation of the characters depicted here is specifically for my AU, TTTE: Sudrian Boys)

NAMES: For the sake of making sure their names fit in the boxes, I used the last names they picked for themselves before they got married. When they do eventually get legally married, they'll combine their last names together (a conclusion they got to after much bickering). So respectively, they will be James and Edward Hughes-Pettigrew.

GENDER + SEXUALITY:

James is GAY. GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAY. Sorry not sorry, but there is not a woman-liker bone in his body.

Edward, on the other hand is bi. Part of me thinks he tends to prefer the company of men, but maybe that's just because there's significantly more male engines on Sodor. Also he is nonbinary. This will be something I explore later. But to summarize, Edward never felt entirely male in the strict sense that humans define it. However, he felt the need to be the consistent, steady, "old reliable" his peers saw him as, so he never questioned what others chose to call him. This changed when "The Great Shift" happened (aka, the engines learning to shift into a human-like form). Edward saw an opportunity to experiment with his presentation, and so he had a brief stint where he tried going in the opposite direction, presenting as a woman named Alice. As fun as it was, however, he found that it didn't feel quite right either. To him, "Edward" was where he felt most at home. He's not a man or a woman, he is just "Edward". Edward uses "he/they" pronouns because those feel the most neutral to them.

HORNY LEVEL: I will not be elaborating.

AWKWARDNESS LEVEL: I don't think Edward and James ever really had an "awkward phase". Before they got together, they always felt comfortable with each other as close friends would. They never really had that thing of "oh I want to tell him I like him but I also don't want him to know". Edward always knew he liked James, he just didn't say anything because he didn't think James was interested. And once James admitted to himself that he liked Edward, he confessed and it was all smooth sailing from there. To be honest, not much changed when they moved from "close friends" to "boyfriends". They still act like close friends, just with added kissing privileges.

JEALOUSY LEVEL: At the point where they're at in their relationship right now, both James and Edward are pretty secure, so it's rare for either of them to act jealous.

From Edward's perspective, he knows that James is young (relatively speaking) and very attractive, so it's hardly surprising to see that other people would try to flirt with him. There's a small pang of jealousy that comes from him thinking James would have preferred someone younger or stronger, but that quickly goes away once he sees James return to being on his arm and very proudly proclaiming he's already spoken for.

From James's perspective, he thinks Edward is the real catch between the two of them. Plus, it's not often that other people would try to shoot their shot with the silver fox. So when other people do try to get a little too close for comfort, James would certainly be stewing in jealousy. If the feeling gets to a certain point, he'd probably make himself known. But once they get home, the situation gets explained out, and they're cuddling on the couch with a blanket and some tea, James finds he can let go of the jealous feeling relatively quickly.

BIG SPOON/LITTLE SPOON: Majority of the time, James is the little spoon. He likes to be held and Edward LOVES holding him. James's favorite thing is when Edward keeps their hand on his chest. But occasionally, they do switch places, especially if Edward has a particularly hard day. Sometimes Old Iron wants to be cuddled too.

LENDS/BORROWS CLOTHES: Both of them tend to steal borrow clothes from each other, but under different circumstances.

At home, it's relatively commonplace to see Edward walking around in one of James's pants, shirts, or even his prized red coat. But more often than not, these are cases of Edward just picking them up of his own accord and James just letting him have it.

Outside, it's James who more actively does the borrowing and Edward who does the lending. James likes to go out ✨IN STYLE✨ without taking into consideration pesky things like the weather. So when James (inevitably) gets cold at night, Edward is the one to lend him his jacket.

PET NAMES: They don't use pet names often, but they do use some of the more basic ones on occasion. For James, Edward would sometimes call him "Jamie", "darling", "dear", or his personal favorite, "love". James usually calls Edward by his full name because Edward prefers it, but sometimes he might slip in an "Eddie", "baby", or a "kitten" in there just to make the old man flustered.

AFFECTION THROUGH WORDS/ACTIONS: This one might seem paradoxical, but let me explain.

James is more receptive to affection through words because he's used to being dismissed. In his worst moments, he can be pretty down on himself as his insecurities eat away at him. At times like these, Edward knows exactly what to say to help James pick himself back up again. It's especially meaningful because Edward absolutely means everything he says. He's not the type to lie just to make James feel better. He's honest and straightforward. If James did something wrong that needs calling out, Edward will tell him (politely of course). So when Edward tells James that he's wonderful or that he's a "really splendid engine", he 100% means it. And you can tell from just the look in his eyes that Edward loves his red boyfriend SO DAMN MUCH.

Conversely, Edward is more receptive to affection through actions. Edward is always the one out caring for everyone else and tends to forget to care for himself too. But at the same time, he's very much the type to never ask for help (even if he needs it). James knows this, so he goes the extra mile to help take some of the load off. If Edward is especially tired one day, James will step up and do Edward's share of the housekeeping without being asked. He'll volunteer to go supervise Bill and Ben so that Edward can take a day off. He'll fix up a warm bath for Edward after a hard day. Anything to make sure Edward is taken care of, James will do it. Not only that, but James is also the one planning most of their dates. ;)

CONFESSING:

Edward NEVER had any plans to confess to James. Romantic relationships are uncommon amongst engines since there's no real use for them. Plus, he didn't think James would be interested in a plain old iron like himself (as he views himself anyway). So Edward was just content to just feel his feelings and never act on them.

James, on the other hand, took several years to both realize and accept that he was in love with Edward. But once he got to that point, he confessed fairly quickly. Sure, there was a normal amount of hesitation and worry that Edward might not feel the same. But he was about 90% sure that Edward loved him back so he didn't end up worrying that much leading up to the confession.

CAN'T DRIVE LOL: Even as engines, they can't drive themselves. Plus, they know trains are the superior way to travel. So if they ever need to go somewhere while shifted into humans, they just catch one of their friends' trains. I don't think they've ever even sat in a car before.

COOKING: Edward loves to cook (especially baking). It was one of the first hobbies he picked up after learning how to shift and he would often make meals to share for the entire Steam Team. James, on the other hand, can cook, but not nearly as well as Edward. He doesn't know as many dishes as Edward. Even the ones they both know, James's, for some reason, aren't as good. The only time James would ever take over cooking is if Edward is feeling too exhausted to do so. There's a mutual acknowledgement between them (and also the rest of the Steam Team) that Edward is the superior chef (and he also enjoys it more). So if he can help it, James prefers to leave the cooking to Edward.

PDA: James absolutely LOVES PDA. He will take literally every opportunity he can to dote on Edward in public so that the entire island knows that they're together, much to Edward's embarrassment. Edward secretly loves the PDA too, and he appreciates how proud James is to be his boyfriend (and later husband). But Edward would never admit it. He tries really hard to at least appear decent in public. That said, when the opportunity arises, Edward does like getting to flip the script and fluster James in front of onlookers.

OVERPROTECTIVE/CHILL GOING: Both are more than reasonably protective over each other, but for different reasons and under different circumstances.

James gets into accidents relatively often, usually as the result of his own dumbassery. So Edward has gotten to a point where he's not too concerned if James winds up in an accident again. He'll still worry a little and warn James to be more careful next time, but Edward knows after a trip to the Steamworks that his boyfriend will be good as new again.

It's when they're shifted into humans when Edward becomes more protective of James.

Because of the way James looks, it's unfortunately not uncommon for James to get harassed while shifted as a human. When this happens, Edward goes into full protective mode to make sure his beloved stays safe. Thankfully, it doesn't happen too often. But it does happen often enough that Edward feels like he has to keep close watch of James while they're traveling after nightfall.

James, on the other hand, always has a bit of worry for Edward at the back of his mind. He knows Edward is capable of handling himself, but he also knows that Edward is old and doesn't recover from accidents as quickly or easily as he does. He worries that if the damage is too great, Edward could be scrapped. So if Edward were to end up in any sort of accident, James would go ballistic. He's puffing over right away to make sure his beloved is okay and may or may not have a fierce word with whoever caused the accident. The same thing goes when they are in human form. If Edward were to end up in some sort of fight, James would put himself in harms way to make sure Edward is protected (even though in human form, Edward is actually physically stronger than James).

RELATIONSHIP EXPERIENCE: Neither of them had any relationship experience before each other, they were each other's firsts. You can maybe argue that Edward has slightly more experience because he's had crushes on other people in the past, but fleeting attraction that is never pursued could hardly count for true experience. Their whole relationship is something that James and Edward are navigating together. It's new and at times a little scary, but there's nobody else James and Edward would rather be with than each other.

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fuckassnerd · 3 months ago

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Wizardess Heart˚✶.⋆ OC ꒰ Season 1 ꒱

──★ ˙💖 ̟ !! Minette Yechfir

ᴀɢᴇ: 23 sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: human enough, as far as she's concerned (ignoring the horns and all.) ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ: can communicate naturally with animals! ��ᴏᴠᴇ ʟɪғᴇ: pansexual & happily in love with 3 morons ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs: sweet, stubborn, kind, clumsy, compassionate, optimistic (sometimes to a point of being gullible), fiercly loyal and caring ᴛʀɪᴠɪᴀ:

smells like sunlight, honey, and herbs

loves doing things like cleaning, gardening, and baking

she's an orphan! she was left in a basket behind a shop in a small village in the woods when she was just a baby

lived in the village her whole life, bouncing from family to family. since the village was quite small and quite busy, whenever one family was too busy to look after her, another family took care of her for a bit instead

has had prosthetic arms since she was eight. she.. still has occasional nightmares about... how she came to need them

the village gave her her own cottage when she turned thirteen (after she had made substantial progress in her recovery)

turned it into an animal hospital when she was fourteen to help pay for her books on magic

uses illusion magic to make her arms appear normal to avoid all the stares and questions from strangers. kinda makes her suck at most other magics though, cause she slowly drains her power throughout the day

luca and yukiya were the ones to help her stop worrying so much about them, and elias helped her practice her magic without the illusions up once she got comfortable enough to let them down

luca makes it a point that he absolutely adores her arms; always fiddling with her fingers or placing kisses on her hands. partially because he's a sweetheart, but also bc he's a shithead and likes that it makes her flustered

got hit on by a pigeon once

natural born flirt. she just does it automatically without meaning to and it drives her boyfs nuts

likes to play acoustic guitar

will not hesitate to throw down if she has to ngl

elias is always scolding her for one thing or another, but only because he's constantly worked up and flustered and embarrassed by her (she calls him things like pretty and cute and special and holds his hand and does that little thumb stroke and kisses his face and pinches his cheeks!! who does that?!!) (he is so normal about affection)

luca is always flirting with her and teasing her like they haven't been together and dating already for however long now, and she does get flustered but she mostly just rolls her eyes and takes it. but when she drops a flirty little remark? 1-hit KO

yukiya and her are so comfortable and natural with each other, you'd think they've been married for 50 years. they work together effortlessly, communicate with each other so naturally, love each other so openly, it's hard to believe it's done without years and years of practice. but, really, they've just been through. a Lot the first couple weeks of their relationship

sometimes they'll have a group date, either with two of her boys or all three! but during those ones, they end up split into pairs; her and yukiya minding their own business and pretending not to know the two idiots angrily trying to be nice to each other until they end up making out

deathly afraid of going into the woods, ANY woods, alone

she's part dragonkin (like 1/4th)

#my ocs #wizardess heart #btw triple boosting on the game rn... even tho the items r kinda boring (to me) but RANDY STORY!!! and guy and Elias #and there's no way i'm reaching yukiya but YUKIYA !!

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winniewritesstories · 2 months ago

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blurry ᡣ𐭩

honestly idk what this is or where it came from but enjoy I guess.

set season 15 and post-finale.

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Maybe Dean has a girlfriend, though he'd never use that word. She's a hunter, obviously, just as scarred and twisted as Dean, same taste in music and old movies, so much like him it makes Sam's head hurt. There's two of them now. They're exclusive, connected, care for each other deeply, but they'll never say it. Not in so many words.

Maybe she fights Chuck with them, disappearing before Sam's eyes when Chuck erases everyone. He has to tell his brother, who just lost his best friend, that his girl is also gone.

But Jack brings her back, brings them all back, and now they've got a dog. Chuck is gone, Jack is god, they settle into a new routine. Wake up, walk the dog, make love, make breakfast, look for hunts. But they look for hunts less and less, scrolling through job sites instead of news alerts, looking for postings not hauntings. Dean even prints out an application form.

And then he dies. Properly, forever. No coming back, he makes Sam promise. It never ends well. She stands by Sam's side, Miracle at their feet, as his body burns. It wasn't supposed to end like this.

It's her and Sam in the Bunker now, sharing the space with an odd tension, neither able to comfort the other, both trapped in their respective grief. The application form is still on his desk, waiting for him to come back, fill it in, send it off. It's silent in the Bunker now, no more cartoons or rock - no music of any kind, because it all reminds her of him. And he's gone.

Then one day they're drinking too much, Sam joining her for a change, each with a bottle of whiskey, laughing, crying, reminiscing. And before they know it.... their lips touch. Hesitant at first, shakily, like a couple of teenagers on a park bench. But they're both drunk on whiskey and grief so it grows deeper, more heated, hands pulling at hair and clothes, and neither of them stop. Because he's gone. And Sam doesn't know what to do without his brother, so he settles for the next best thing - his brother's girl. And she feels something other than empty for the first time since he died, so she pulls Sam closer, eyes tight shut, picturing Dean's face, trying to fool herself. It's not Dean but it's the closest she'll get. Their eyes are the same, after all, their laugh too, and sometimes when she squints, in the hazy, early morning sunlight, she can pretend, for a while, that it's Dean. When the fingers tighten on her waist, she imagines they're his, freckled and calloused and pulling her close.

Then suddenly they're leaving the Bunker, switching the lights off one last time, Dean's room untouched, a ghost in itself. Miracle trots after them, hopping into the backseat of Baby, Dean's music crackling through the stereo. And when she looks over at the drivers seat and it's not Dean, she cries, makes Sam pull over, empties her stomach. They drive the rest of the way in silence.

She makes Sam put the car in the garage, hidden under a dust sheet. They buy something sensible, a family car. They get regular jobs, and it's boring and sensible and safe, and Dean would hate the monotony. But he's gone.

They decide they may as well get married, and she's finally a Winchester. It's small and the whole thing is tinged with sadness, because they both know she's marrying the wrong Winchester. It's not Vegas with Elvis, the way Dean had always joked, but then, he's not Dean.

And she loves him, of course she does. He's Sam. He's sweet and gentle and a little lost these days. He loves her, too, not in the way he knows he should, but it's a love nonetheless. They both pretend they're doing it for the right reasons. They never discussed the Dean-shaped elephant in the room. Jody tried to bring it up once. She doesn't try again.

Miracle gets sick. She does everything she can to save the dog, Dean's dog, but Sam convinces her to let go. Miracle's in pain, and it isn't fair. So she does, and she goes silent for a while, the house feeling cold and empty and quiet like it did after he died. Sam brings home a puppy. It's not the same, but she forces a smile, kisses his cheek and thanks him. They don't talk about Miracle again.

Then comes the day, the early morning in the bathroom, the little stick with two blue lines laughing up at her. And she feels sick with love and fear and guilt and worry. Months later she's sweaty and exhausted, holding her son in her arms, Sam sat at her bedside. They don't say anything for a long while, staring down at the baby they made, and they both know what they'll call him. Sure, it's a little twisted - the whole thing is. But they've come this far so why stop now? And two days later they leave the hospital, the carrier swinging gently between them, a birth certificate clutched in her trembling hands. Dean Winchester, Junior.

For a while she doesn't use his name. Just calls him 'little man' or the baby. Then he becomes DJ. It's as much as she can manage for a long time. Sam doesn't question it, doesn't push her. But he uses his son's name. Religiously. He tells little Dean about his uncle, the guy who saved the world. His stories usually come in the quiet of the night, trying to soothe the colicky baby, let his wife have some rest. But she's always awake, always listening, eyes shining as she recalls the stories Sam tells their son, trying to block out the parts of the stories Sam doesn't know; the sex they had in the back of the Impala after a too-close call, the way Dean's hands would feel on her skin as he patched her up.

And DJ grows up. He's all Winchester, that's for sure; it's like her genes didn't even try. But he's a beautiful blend of his father and uncle, the twinkle of mischief in his eyes that makes her heart ache. He grows tall like his father, green eyed and freckled like his uncle, quick-witted like his mother.

One day he asks about the car in the garage. The one they never use. She leaves abruptly, taking the dog for a walk. She returns a while later, eyes red, and DJ never asks her about it again. Sam tries to get her to open up, to confide in him, but she doesn't. She never does.

Sure, he's not their Dean, but he's a Dean. He finds his mom's records, and suddenly little DJ has the same taste in music as his uncle, and her heart breaks all over again. Sam teaches him to play ball, to fix up the car, passing the knowledge Dean gave him onto his son. She watches from afar, Sam and a Dean laughing, messing about like they used to, and it's almost good. She's almost happy.

She dies first. Her health takes a bad turn and she refuses all treatment. Doesn't fight, doesn't try. She's ready. Has been since the barn, that fateful night. Sam knows that. DJ doesn't understand, but he's there when she goes, holding her hand, Sam holding her other, and he swears she looks relieved.

Sam carries on a few years more, hesitant to leave his son an orphan. Hesitant to leave another Dean. But eventually he can't fight anymore, laying in their house, pictures of both Dean's haunting the place like a spirit he's never been able to salt and burn. And his son tells him it's okay, he can go, and Sam cringes because that's what he said to Dean all those years ago. But he lets go, closing his eyes, relaxing, finally.

And DJ wonders why both his parents looked so relieved to die.

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#spn fic #spn finale #post finale #spn fanfic #spn #supernatural #winniewrites #sam winchester #dean winchester #dean winchester junior

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Silver Princess || House of the Dragon

Daemon Targaryen | Aemond Targaryen | Gwayne Hightower

-> Chapter XI

Chapter XII ''The cold''

Valaerya did not try to convince Rhaenyra to stay in King's Landing. She had only been here a day and she had already heard some people gossiping about her sons. She deserved some rest, she and her family. But now they are far from each other again... It is true that they are no longer separated by a whole sea, but again each of them collides with a different everyday life.

She was sitting in a spacious chamber, moving in her hands a small, rectangular handkerchief on which she had embroidered a dragon with black thread and its circumference with the gold one. She made it with her father in mind, perhaps it will fit his model of Old Valyria somewhere. She can't carve a figurine like Daemon, but she could do at least that much.

Talking about Daemon, he was sitting on cushions on the floor with their daughter and playing dolls with her. She remembered the first time Visenya had asked him to play with her, when she had received some dolls from one of the nobles from Essos, with whom they were staying. He wasn't very happy at first, but he didn't want to upset her, so he agreed. Over time, however, he began to like creating stories about princes and princesses, dragons, and knights... Everything his beloved daughter wanted.

"Plince came on a dlagon and..."

"And the dragon ate the princess." Daemon picked up the dragon figurine and brought it closer to the doll he already had in his other hand, imitating the dragon's sounds.

"No!" the girl laughed, stretching out her hand to the dragon figurine. "You still can't do anything right..." she muttered more than she said, and this time it was Daemon who laughed, but didn't hand over the figurine.

"So let me improve, darling." he wondered for a moment, looking from the figurine to the doll. "I know. The prince came on a dragon and ordered him to burn a certain nasty Lord who had locked the princess in a tower. Then they both flew away on the prince's dragon and lived happily ever after."

Val couldn't help but smile when she heard about 'burning the nasty Lord who locked the princess in a tower', because it was obvious that Daemon was referring to Otto Hightower when he said that.

The girl liked this ending much better and praised her dad, even clapping for him. Then she took the princess doll from him and started playing with it and the prince, already creating another story in her head to play with.

"Do you think they'll be back soon?" Val asked unexpectedly, finally stopping crumpling the scarf in her hands.

"No." he replied briefly and without even looking at her, just smiling at his daughter.

A quick and honest answer, probably closest to the truth. It wasn't what she wanted to hear, but she had to accept it. Apparently, they are destined to be close only from time to time... At least Dragonstone is close, they will be able to visit each other freely.

"She deserves this rest, but..." she stopped. She didn't want to say out loud that from a political point of view it was a stupid decision.

"But she's the heir and because of that she shouldn't leave." he finished for her and finally looked at her. He reached out with his free hand and took her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. "We'll take care of the Hightowers, we won't let them roam around our home."

"They're already doing it." she sighed. "The vipers have infested this place for good when my father married Alicent Hightower."

"At least Otto isn't the Hand."

Good point, they've taken a bit of a break since Lyonel Strong became Hand of the King, though she wouldn't hold out much hope with it. Apparently he wanted to resign, but the king wouldn't let him, saying he could escort his son to Harrenhal, but he had to come back later. But since he wanted to give up once, he'll probably try again.

"I wouldn't be too happy about it, I have a feeling he'll come back somehow."

"Don't bone it." she sighed again, but looked at her daughter and a soft smile immediately appeared on her face.

The apple of her eye, her treasure, her only child, her beloved. She carried her under her heart for nine months, guarded her, and had never cared for herself as much as when she was pregnant. Little Visenya, her greatest treasure in this world, her greatest love, she didn't love even her sister as much as she loved her own child. This little girl always managed to put a smile on her face, even without knowing how much she meant to her, how much her mother loved her.

She climbed down from the chair and sat on the ground, running her free hand through the girl's silver hair.

"Can I join?" she asked, obviously referring to playing with dolls.

"Take the knight, mom." Visenya replied happily and handed her mother the appropriate doll.

My little princess...

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The servants told her that she would find her father in the gardens, that that was where he wished to eat dinner. In her pants pocket she had a handkerchief she had made for him. While walking through the gardens, she even saw him from a distance, sitting with his sons and the Queen. It's great that someone told them about the family dinner...

She noticed Halaena, who was the only one not sitting at the table, but somewhere outside the blanket on the grass, looking for something in it. She decided that before she went to her father she would see how her eleven-year-old sister was doing.

"What are you looking for?" she knelt down on the grass next to her. Now she could see more clearly how the girl was spreading the blades of grass and looking for something among them.

"The beetle escaped." she replied. "I knew not to go out to the gardens..."

"Maybe I can help you look for it? What did it look like?" she asked, starting to search the grass for the beetle, although she didn't expect to find it. She couldn't watch Halaena sitting alone and no one taking care of her. Since she became a mother herself, she didn't understand how Alicent could not approach her child when it was sitting alone, it had some problem...

"The cold is terrible. I'm afraid of it."

Valaerya frowned. At first she didn't understand what was going on, only after a few moments she realized that Halaena meant that she didn't like gardens because of the cold. It still wasn't clear why she was saying something like that now, especially when Val asked her a question, but... That was just how she was. Sometimes she said things that didn't seem to make sense, and she even got frustrated when others didn't understand what she meant.

"It's only cold at night, and that's if you don't dress appropriately." she replied, gently placing her hands on hers to make her stop searching and look at her. "You have nothing to be afraid of, little sister." she smiled at her and raised one hand to her cheek to slightly lift the corner of her mouth and make her smile.

She even succeeded a little, because a gentle smile crept onto Halaena's face.

"Cold is death." she said seriously, squeezing the hand that was resting on hers. "You're so warm..." she added in a whisper, looking into her eyes.

They looked into each other's eyes in silence for a moment, but Val didn't understand what her sister was trying to tell her, because unfortunately she didn't know what she knew.

"So... What did your beetle look like?" she cleared her throat and said it, resting her hand on the girl's shoulder and forcing herself to smile and push the strange, disturbing thoughts to the back of her mind.

"Princess Valaerya." she heard a voice behind her that was so familiar to her and that she didn't like. She sighed softly and rose from the ground, turning to Alicent.

"My Queen." she said casually, but smiled sweetly. "Seeing my little sister sitting alone, I thought that someone should take care of her." she explained, already knowing what Alicent was probably meaning.

That I dare to spend time with my sister.

"And what makes you think it should be you?"

"We're all family, aren't we?" she answered with a question, and then took a step closer to Alicent, no longer trying to keep a smile on her face. "And we all care about each other very much, don't we? Just like every family should." she added, much more quietly.

"The house of the dragon remains strong, as it has been for the last hundred years." Alicent said in response, forcing herself to smile softly.

Alicent was hard to figure out. Valaerya didn't know how she should treat her, was she her enemy? On the one hand, she didn't like that she had come and sat with Halaena, and on the other, she was now saying something like she was trying to identify with her family. It was as if she was torn between two families and didn't know who she should stay with: her father on the one side, and her husband and children on the other.

And Rhaenyra... Since her friendship with Alicent ended, sisters became closer to each other. She didn't know what the relationship between the heiress and the Queen was like now, but she could guess that it wasn't rosy.

On the one hand, she felt sorry for Alicent. She must have felt lonely here, especially since her father stopped being Hand. She had children, but it didn't seem like she was close to them. Val even would dare to say that her half-siblings were closer to her or random servants than to their own mother.

She was forced to marry my father... Surely she doesn't love him, but her children? Or maybe she doesn't know how to show it?

But on the other hand... She was only her stepmother, and Otto certainly had some bigger plans, he is the type of man who never gives up and always has some idea of how to take advantage of the situation. He may be far away and without so much power at the moment, but they shouldn't underestimate him. Who knows if he plans to put his own blood on the throne? Some people never have enough...

"And it will stay stron for another hundred." Valaerya replied and reached out to grab Alicent's hand, but she quickly withdrew it. Val didn't expect this and froze with her hand halfway. She wanted to show her some support, not give her any reason to be enemies, to make her more sided with the Targaryens... And she cut it off so quickly. "Your Grace."

She curtsied slightly without taking her eyes off her and walked away, heading towards her father. As long as he is alive they are safe, it will be worse after he dies... She doesn't even want to think about it, she remembered the pain of losing her mother... And besides, will the Lords keep their oaths to Rhaenyra? Will Otto Hightower not want to put his grandson on the throne? What if war breaks out?

"Valaerya, my daughter." she abandoned these thoughts when she heard her father. She immediately smiled and curtsied slightly before taking a seat at the table next to him. "I was hoping we could all eat dinner together."

We would have eaten it together if someone had informed me or Daemon that it would take place in the garden today...

"Visenya wanted to play more, and you know how she is: you can't say no to her. Daemon and I lost track of time, I'm sorry." she excused themselves from it, hiding the fact that no one had told them anything. She had already seen that it hurt her father to see his family divided, so she didn't want to add to his sadness, especially since he was still sick.

"She's pretty as a flower. Like her mother." she smiled at these words, slowly taking the handkerchief out of her pocket, but not showing it to him yet.

"But she has as much energy as a dragon and can be as stubborn as a donkey."

"Just like her mother, too." they both laughed. "When you and Rhaenyra were little, I've heard many times from Aemma how energetic you are and how much you can stand your ground. I only realized this when I was playing with you alone, without her around." she looked down at the memory of her mother. Over time, it didn't hurt so much anymore, but she was always sad that she would never see her again, hug her, or hear her voice. "I still miss her too." he added quietly, placing his hand on her shoulder and squeezing it gently.

He too had to suffer after her death, even if... He was the reason of it. Although after so many years she approached it all, what she saw, a little differently. Choosing between wife and child. The wife will die anyway, since she can't give birth to a child, and at least one of them can be saved... But she should have known about it. She shouldn't have died in fear, not knowing what was happening. It should have been her choice.

"I..." she trailed off. She couldn't say 'I understand', which was probably what he wanted to hear from her ever since it happened. From her and her sister. But she couldn't say it, she couldn't relieve him. "I did something for you. Maybe... Maybe it will fit your model of Old Valyria..." she handed him the folded handkerchief. Viserys removed his hand from her arm and took the gift from her, spreading it out in front of him. "It's Balerion." she added, referring to the embroidered black dragon.

"It's perfect, it will fit." he said, after briefly examining the embroidered dragon. He smiled broadly, clearly surprised and moved by his daughter's gift. "The last dragon who remembered Valyria... He will take a place of honor on the tallest building." "Father..." she began hesitantly, looking for a moment towards Alicent, who was now crouching next to Halaena. "...I have a request for you." She turned her gaze back to Viserys. "It's about the Queen."

-> Chapter XIII -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

tags: @marihoneywk @watercolorskyy

#house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen #halaena targaryen #alicent hightower #viserys targaryen #ao3 writer #wattpad writer #wattpad #ao3 #fire and blood #hotd #rhaenyra targaryen

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