#marriage hunt

[threepandas]

Bad End: Happy Hunting! (1)

I should have known better. They told us. TRAINED US. Over and over, drilled into our heads! Don't assume! Don't PROJECT Human body language onto alien species! Think that just because they look similar, are ACTING similar, their brains are in any way WORKING similar!

Not every species pack bonds! Some of them are PREDATORS. Be CAREFUL!

I was an idiot. A fucking IDIOT!

I gasped for air. Ran. Ran and ran and RAN. Desperately trying to put distance between me and the hunters behind me. I could hear screams. Crashing. The sound of weapon fire. The air here wasn't RIGHT. Too high in oxygen? Too low? Some other trace element, slowly poisoning my lungs?

I didn't know. Scared! Oh god, I'm so scared!

I thought he was my friend!

Thought THEY were my friends! Stupid. So God damned stupid! You really will pack bond with ANYTHING, won't you?! They bare their teeth and you fucking thought it was a SMILE! No wonder I barely graduated. They never should have-!

A root catches my foot.

Crashing to the mulch of the forest floor. Scramble to get up. My ankle on fire. Hurts. Oh god it hurts! Ignore it. Go! Keep going! Gotta get OUT! Find a ship. Any ship! Radio for help!

All the trees look the same. Am I even going in a straight line? Deeper or across? Away from civilization? I don't know how to survive here! Can I even drink the water? No. Run! Just RUN! Nothing else!

I can't hear them.

Him.

I thought he was my friend.

My grades were shit. Worst of the Best, but ultimately good enough. Got to see the stars. The galaxy. Meet real life aliens. Was a glorified gofer for the Earthling Diplomat's Entourage. Galactic Council offered staff. Wasn't really an offer. We took um. Some of them were the "better" guards then the super military badasses we had brought.

Military badasses were pretty offended.

But I was a gofer. Not my circus, not my monkeys. Just here for the aliens, right? Yay getting to meet some, right? I couldn't even PRONOUNCE their species name. I was mortified. Tried my damnedest. They thought it was hilarious. My pronunciation was god awful. Was calling them the cutesy babified version of "office chair".

Met Wolfe. He seemed FRIENDLY. Kind. Considerate. He told jokes. Asked about my day. I started sharing. Hobbies and interests. Stories about home. Explained weird human behaviors. We were close. I... I thought we were close! Was it a lie? Was everything A LIE!?

When my rotation in space was coming to an end, I was SAD! Fucking HEARTBROKEN! That I might never see my friends again. Since communication between our two planets wasn't even stabilized yet. Might never be. I wanted to savor our time together. Treasure it!

But then things started to go wrong.

Random malfunctions, that delayed and delayed us. Lost communications that nearly caused interplanetary incidents. Took days and weeks to fix at a time. People went MISSING. We looked. Every time we LOOKED!

They're dead, aren't they? Oh god. Dozens of crew members DEAD.

Then the engine "broke". Conveniently just close enough for us to make an emergency landing on this planet! And oh, would you look at THAT! A sacred cultural festival!? They won't help us unless we join in.

It's a MARRIAGE HUNT.

Heavy emphasis on the HUNT part!

They weren't surprised. Not a single one. Every last one just turned to different people and... and...! Wolfe planned this. THEY planned this! You're gonna die. You trusted him and you're gonna DIE! You can't breathe! Branches whipping at your arms and hair and face, you RUN. Down slopes. Across shallow rivers. Even as your limbs BURN. You... YOU HAVE TOO-!

A powerful wall of muscle slams into you.

You scream. Thrash, even as you fall. You arms are easily tucked and pinned against your side as the body covers yours, rolling with you down a slight incline. The smell of wet plant matter and upturned soil thick in the strange air. Dizzy. You're so dizzy!

Heat and pressure pin you down. Arms like thick steel bands. Still, you struggle, like a cornered animal. The deep rumble of crooned reassurance in alien dialect fills your ear. You can feel how he breathes DEEP before each sentence. Smelling you. How his hands already spread possessively, eager to explore.

Strong. Oh god, he's so strong! Please please please!

"Shhhhhh shh shh, is 'okay' now. I have you. You ran so hard! Did so well! My precious little human~ so brave. Now, no one can EVER seperate us! You don't have to worry anymore. No more tears~" Hunter, Warrior, oh god it was never a GRIN-! His teeth are so sharp. Pressed so close to my skin!

"I'll take care of EVERYTHING~"

I'm scared.

[asukaskerian]

If its not too spoilery, how marriage hunt goes in your AU?

:D

ok so the marriage hunt is an old tradition that's been slowly falling out of favor in its original form, which was pretty much a shitty "let's all five of us corner this omega we want and sexually assault them and then call it a marriage because it halfway stops their family from demanding reparations". it would leave the omega trapped because nobody else would want them now, and the betas could join them in their new family or not but, very subservient position for them if they did.

The same ways noblemen took hunting for food because hungry and made it a strange contest of skills and noble qualities, the marriage hunt in polite society has been evolving to have rules. 1. declare yourself to the family's elders first! 2. let the omega's litter join! 3. if the omega or their littermate kills you, that's not legally a problem and you can't take them to court or demand retribution over it!

also when you ask, you might find out they are already engaged to another litter and in that case you should give up and not go and declare a hunt anyway, it's considered elopement and will make relations with the wives' family very fraught, though it's not a crime in itself.

also teenagers find it terribly romantic but are too young to choose good spouses, so the courting hunt was invented. same rules except no lethal attacks and nothing more than making out and the results are not binding.

but, the old type of hunt still happens for the same shitty reasons, even if it's rarer now (just because it's not civilized doesn't mean nobody finds it convenient). some encroaching on the rules happens and is gossiped about but not a crime -- not declaring yourself to the family because you know you wouldn't get their agreement even if the litter itself wants you back, mostly -- and after the fact it's easy to pretend that's what happened. which is already conflict-inducing for civilians, but add bloodline ninja clans to that and whoa it's a much more dangerous game now.

Uchihas sometimes bride-hunt outsiders. Especially without familial agreement, because it's also a way to cut off the wives from the influence of their family. Outsiders who bride-hunt Uchihas get killed. Even if they're from an allied clan. If both litters were romantically involved then the husbands might get pressured to move onto clan grounds but they'll be on thin ice.

Senju bride-hunt and get hunted as a game, and they have been known to kidnap their intended right from the room they were getting ready in to marry somebody else. they're not a bloodline clan though and their strength comes from welcoming all types and their specific strengths and abilities, which would not happen if they were aggressive about acquiring people, so they really don't encourage the forced marriage version.

[zombie-honeymoon]

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up  Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Shisui Characters: Hatake Kakashi, Uchiha Shisui Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Marriage Hunt, Marriage Hunt AU, Consensual, Rare Pair, drafting a marriage contract, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Some Humor

Summary:

When Shisui challenges Kakashi to a marriage hunt on the winter solstice, he's sure it will be over quick. Kakashi just wanted to stay in where it's warm and read the new Icha Icha book, and just for that, he'll make Shisui work harder to catch him.

[cerberussyndrome]

@madatobiweek2022

Day 4: Betrayal & Bad Ends or Festival

Summary:

"The winter solstice is in a few days," Madara offers. "There's a festival: food, drink, dance. I was thinking I might take you." This, too, is not really a choice — but he'd like to ask instead of demanding. "If that appeals."

He wants to reassure; he wants, explicitly, to distance now from before. But he's not sure how to do that in any way that Tobirama will believe.

“If you’d like, husband,” Tobirama replies, with that elegant half-shrug that signals compliance and means nothing.

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Yeah. This one’s dark. Like, it’s mostly tame but some Stuff is happening in the background/backstory.

However! If you like err bad-but-improving relationship dynamics, arranged marriage, and politics/optics, you might want to give it a go.

[atelierlili]

I always wondered why Katniss factored marriage and children into the equation when it came to reciprocating Peeta’s feelings for her. It’s a rather large leap, especially when Peeta himself never expresses wanting children at any point in the story. He uses children as a tool to persuade Katniss and the Capital to save her life, but the only time we see him express any desire/feelings of having one of his own is when he’s crying after the baby bomb. But we never hear his real thoughts.

But you wanna know who does express wanting children? Gale.

It’s one of the first thing he mentions in chapter one. And it pisses her off so much.

(I also want to add that Gale reframes/establishes the dynamic of Katniss and him caring for their siblings from something that is sibling-sibling to parent-sibling. And he is not wrong. Katniss doesn’t refute him. Both Katniss and Gale are surrogate parents to their siblings. Which is also why Katniss love and affection of Prim, is not just sisterly. I’ve seen people say Katniss is only sisterly to Prim- but she’s not. She’s parentified their relationship to the point she subconsciously see Prim as her child, which makes this a tragedy because she’ll loose her first child no matter what she does by the end of the story.)

But Gale’s phrasing here elevates himself as a potential suitor to Katniss by placing them both as the parental roles to these children. (Which irritates her a lot ). Which is why she brings the topic up with her relationship with Peeta. Because she’s subconsciously aware of Gale’s efforts and knows it will be a point of contention between them. It hangs over her head in a way.

With Gale, children are extra mouths to feed. (But Gale will do fine. He can work. He can hunt.) It’s all framed with calculated survival in mind. But it’s also not something she had planned in the future at any point.

But Peeta’s children? Oh they deserve to be born because Peeta deserves to be a father. He would be such a good father. They deserve to exist in a world where they can be safe and happy. (Even if it’s not with her.)

This is also why I think she subconsciously sees Peeta’s baby as her own. And I don’t think of it as a cruel/heartless thing, it’s just you’d be more protective of your own child compared to someone else’s. Katniss sees Gale as a reliable person who’s equipped to look after a kid. She doesn’t express the same kind of maternal instinct/yearning for the Baby Hawthrone’s safety as she does with the idea of Baby Mellark, because she doesn’t think of Gale’s child as her own. She never hopes for a better future for them, but she does with Peeta because he and that baby gives her hope. And she loves him that much.

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 97

Danny as phantom storms a justice league meeting accusing Batman of magically sacrificing his son to be his (little sister/daughters) husband. Like I’m picturing Danny portaling and slapping Batman. To make matters worse both Danielle and Damian are only 9.

He can only sense Batman as the father of his new (hopefully temporary) in-law. Who thankfully is still actually human and not dead. The pits cover Talia scent. So he doesn’t know about her. Stinky waters do that you know.

Danny rushed to conclusions the moment frostbite told him what happened.

Bruce is very confused. For starters he doesn’t have a 9 year old son. Secondly he just had not done that.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello, I'm not sure if you've explained it or not but going in the depths of Malleus and Leona's character relationship? Like explaining their interactions and how they actually think of one another

Many fan works tend to depict Leona and Malleus as extremely antagonistic toward one another. However, the truth is that their relationship is more like a one sided dislike or annoyance (on Leona’s part). It’s not uncommon for them to bicker or have some tension in their conversations even when they have the same goal in mind such as protecting a harp (Beans Day) or wooing a ghost (although Malleus is not participating for the latter, Leona still insists the ghost would prefer him to Malleus to get that dig in). They’re definitely still on bad terms), but Malleus is generally pretty neutral with Leona unless he is provoked.

Leona’s beef with Malleus is story relevant and makes itself known in book 2. He appears to primarily dislike Malleus because it is thanks to his sheer power that Diasomnia crushes Savanaclaw every inter-dorm tournament, essentially dashing Savanaclaw students’ hopes of being scouted and going pro. Buuut it seems like from the way Leona speaks about his rival, he has long since held these feelings and they aren’t linked to a single inciting incident.

Part of why Leona dislikes Malleus in general seems to be Malleus’s attitude. Leona describes his fellow prince as “pretentious”, “high and mighty”, and acting in ways that show disrespect to him (like in Malleus’s Dorm Uniform vignettes, when he casted a spell meant for objects on Leona). He may also take issue with Malleus’s “incomprehensible fae humor”, which Leona references both during Halloween and in Malleus’s Ceremonial Robes. Additionally, Leona outright states that he hates people who refuse to listen (Silver) and just march to the beat of their own drum (Rook), which are traits you can argue also fits Malleus (since Malleus didn’t really listen to the upset dorm leaders in his Dorm Uniform vignettes). Leona appears to prefer dealing with Malleus to Silver though, as he says that Malleus’s ears aren’t just “for show”. Interestingly, Leona might dislike Malleus less than Rook; Leona is wary of so much as wishing Rook a happy birthday and refuses to dine next to Rook… yet Leona does sit next to Malleus at the end of Terror is Trending.

Leona is one of the few students who isn’t afraid of Malleus and has the gall to openly insult him (or is rude) on more than one occasion. He doesn’t really show any remorse or intent to apologize. In fact, Leona understands very well what bothers Malleus and often acts on those points of weakness to goad him, whereas it is very rare for Malleus to start the fights. For example, Leona tells Malleus in Malleus’s Ceremonial Robes vignettes, “You thinkin’ you’re gonna get it next time? Well, sorry to break it to you, but no one’s ever gonna invite you,” and, “You’re never gonna have a chance to wear those robes, so put’em away for good already.” This, of course, angers Malleus and leads into the two insulting one another’s physical features and exchanging threats (removing horns, declawing, calling each other animals or implying a lack of humanity, etc.). They similarly insult one another in Terror is Trending (again, Leona instigates: “Hmph, look at Mr. High-Horse over here. Were you flattered to be asked [to have your picture taken]?”) and again in Fairy Gala (Leona again: “Ever consider gettin’ off your tail and cleanin’ up your fellow fae’s mess?”). I’m sure there are tons of other instances you could come up with; these are just the immediate ones that come to my mind. Funnily enough, Lilia and Silver see these heated conversations as proof of Malleus and Leona’s friendship. I feel like this could also, in part, feed into Leona’s dislike of Malleus, as people having the wrong idea about your relationship can be irritating.

Now, Malleus does appear to care about maintaining amicable relations with representatives of other countries. Often it is he who instructs Sebek to apologize to Leona for being rude—two major instances of this occur in Malleus’s Ceremonial Robes vignettes and during Vargas Camp. He even personally (and happily) welcomes Leona to Diasomnia in his Ceremonial Robes vignettes, viewing Leona as no different than any other guest.

This goes into the realm of speculation (so please bear with me!!) but it could be said that Malleus has a very… unique view of friendship? So Lilia and Silver may not be too far off when they say that Leona and Malleus are chums in their own weird way. In Glorious Masquerade, Rollo poses a real threat to Malleus and to his people—yet when Malleus experiences genuine fear for the first time, he seems more excited at the novel feeling rather than cower as a result of it. Following the climax, Malleus still presents the song he had prepared as a gift of good will for NBC. He also proceeds to play with Rollo’s guilt to get him to agree to sharing a dance. And THEN Malleus says he looks forward to being invited again????? These are all quite friendly gestures for someone who put you and all your people in danger, my guy… 😂 So perhaps Malleus just gas a very different way of approaching friendships? Hard to say, but that’s some food for thought!

Leona and Malleus have had moments of amicability, so it’s totally possible for them to get along. This happens primarily in Leona’s Union Jacket vignettes; in them, Malleus gifts the birthday boy an antique book in an ancient language (Leona’s best subject). The two then talk about enjoying the freedom of walking around town without an attendant or some servants trailing after them. Being of a similar social status, they are able to understand one another to some extent.

This is going into another point of speculation, but I wonder if Leona and Malleus recognize their similarities beyond this interview. I certainly have; they’re both arrogant princes that deeply desire what the other prince has, and I feel that their animosity, in part, comes from this realization (whether conscious or unconscious). I certainly get the sense that some of Leona’s hatred of Malleus comes from seeing his own desires manifested in him—of being that coveted prince praised for his power, his people lavishing him with affirmations, a crown… All the things Leona doesn’t have.

[larkoneironaut]

The Kaer Morhen theme plays in the distance

Nah, I’m kidding, it’s actually Drink Up, There’s More, because that’s the only tune my last brain cell plays on it’s tin whistle

[deppytwistverse]

My my, what's this?

Only the best for the bride about to experience a fairytale wedding with the prince.~

I've been recently brainstorming and working on a silly little event for the twst bois, involving Sofia and her curse. But wouldn't want to spill too many details just yet, more designs and information will be released in due time, and who knows? Maybe even a card or 2. 💙

[virginsexgod69]

Idk why, but I've really been loving the idea of Daryl proposing to reader recently. Like, he was just gonna pop the question in the confines of their own home, but maybe while on a hunt, the reader successfully tracks down and kills a deer on her own without Daryl's help, and while she's excitedly rambling about the fact that she finally did it on her own, Daryl just looks at her and thinks, "yeah, this is the girl I wanna marry," and then unexpectedly just says "marry me". He pulls a ring out and everything. Fluff all the way!

Thank you so much if you write this, but don't feel pressured to! You don't have to write something you don't want to. I completely understand either way. I appreciate you nonetheless 💜

❝ Marry Me ❞

pairing Daryl Dixon x F! Reader

cw killing a deer and some walkers

1.7k words

note this was such a cute idea and i loved writing it so much! i hope you like it and it fits the vision you had! =]

“What’s on your mind, baby?” You asked sleepily, running your fingers through his soft hair as his head rested comfortably on your chest. 

“Nothin’,” he lied. He hated lying to you, but he didn’t know how to go about popping the question. Now would have been a nice time, with two of you cuddled comfortably on the couch in the privacy of your own home. Moments like these were some of his favorites with you and adding the memory of a marriage proposal to them would only make these moments better. But for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He wasn’t scared you’d say no, in fact he would have bet his life on you saying yes. Yet, each time, the words kept dying on his tongue and the ring weighed heavily in his pocket. 

“You can tell me anything, you know that, right?” You insisted. He looked up at you sweetly and muttered an ‘I know.’ You gave him a sad smile, wishing he’d tell you what he was thinking, but respecting his decision not to. 

“I love you, Daryl,” you said dreamily. This was it, the perfect segue into a proposal. He sat up properly and felt around in his pockets for the ring. The words were just about to leave his mouth, but the tired yawn that escaped you interrupted him. 

“G’nite,” you muttered as you dozed off. Daryl would never not be amazed at how fast you could go from being wide awake one minute to falling asleep in the next. He pulled the ring out of his pocket and fiddled with the shiny piece of jewelry. It was a small, elegant ring with a fairly thin band and diamond right in the center. Whoever had originally bought it had to have paid a fair amount of money for it, but stuff like that didn’t matter now. Even though you would say yes without a ring, he still wanted to do something nice for you because you deserved it. The weeks of examining the hands of every walker he killed and searching through abandoned cars and buildings all became worth it once he found the perfect ring for you. But somehow, that was the easy part. Finding the right words at the right moment was proving difficult as every minute he wasn’t married to you passed by. He sighed to himself and tucked the ring back into his pocket, disappointed that yet another opportunity slipped by. 

He gently lifted you from the couch, taking extra care not to wake you from your peaceful sleep. He carried you up the stairs and into your shared bedroom before pulling back the comforter and sheets and tucking you in. He slid into the bed beside you and you gravitated toward his warmth like you usually did. He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Love you, too.” 

The sun blooming over the horizon created an orangey hue across the clear sky, illuminating the once dark forest. It became easier to see the tracks of the deer you’ve been tracking since dark morning. Hunting wasn’t something you did before the dead started rising, but it quickly became a necessary skill to have and thankfully, you had Daryl to show you the ropes. He even showed you how to use his crossbow once when you joined him on a hunt way back at the prison. That same day you learned that you preferred a hunting rifle. In return, you shared with him the medical knowledge you had from being a paramedic. The quid pro quo relationship you had with the hunter slowly grew into something more deep and meaningful over time. 

Finally, after hours of following the tracks imprinted in the damp earth, you came across a clearing where the doe stood. You aimed the rifle at her, careful not to make any noise and scare her off. Through the scope, you pointed the weapon at the place Daryl taught you to in order to ethically kill it. Just as you were about to press your finger to the trigger, you noticed walkers approaching the doe. Their loud groans and clumsy footsteps spooked her, sending her running into the forest just at the same time you fired your shot. 

“Goddamn walkers!” You cursed. You put the safety on your rifle and hung it on your shoulder by the strap. Unsheathing your knife, you entered the clearing and approached the undead beings. You put them both down once they approached you and cleaned your knife on your jeans before putting it back into its sheath. Red blood contrasting on the green grass caught your eye. It belonged to the doe, meaning your shot actually landed and she could be somewhere wounded, or even dead. Excitement increased your heart rate as you followed her blood trail. This was the closest you’ve come to killing a deer on your own. You’ve managed smaller kills, like squirrels, before, but never a deer! You couldn’t tell if you were more excited about actually killing the deer or seeing Daryl’s reaction, but either way you were giddy. 

After trekking about a half mile in the direction the doe fled, you finally found her lying in the greenery having succumbed to your shot. You were beaming with happiness as you effortlessly picked her up and carried her across your shoulders. You’ve carried people heavier than her out in the field during your paramedic days. 

Daryl nervously fiddled with the ring as leaned over the railing of the front porch, smoking a cigarette. He hated how hopeless he felt when it came to actually proposing to you. With how long the two of you have been together romantically, the ability to propose should have come to him naturally. He knew there was nothing to be nervous about and that he was just psyching himself out and he should just ask you to marry him already. But every time it felt like the right moment to, that feeling was gone once he started digging around in his pocket for the ring. 

The sight of you walking toward the house with a big smile on your face and a deer draped over your shoulders snapped him from his thoughts. Maybe it was just the sun shining from behind you, but you were absolutely glowing.

“Daryl!” You shouted excitedly as you increased your walk into a small jog. You set the deer down before hurrying up the porch stairs. He put out his cigarette before you excitedly jumped into his arms, embracing him like you haven’t seen him in months. 

“Guess what!” You said as you reluctantly pulled away from the hug. 

“Wha?” Based on the deer laying at the base of the stairs he was sure he could tell what happened, but you looked so happy and he wanted to share your excitement and hear you tell him yourself. 

“I finally killed a deer! All on my own!” A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as pride swelled in his chest. He remembered when he took you hunting with him the first time. You were the one who wanted to go with him and "see what he does when he's off to who knows where for who knows how long." When he finally did, you complained about how boring it was and how all you were doing was looking at dirt and not seeing any animals. But now, here you were with a deer you had hunted all on your own. 

"I had been tracking it since way earlier this morning and I almost thought I wasn't gonna catch it but then I saw it in a clearing and so I was gonna shoot it but then walkers got in my way like they usually do, those annoying sons of bitches, and then the deer ran but I had shot at it so then I followed the blood..."

Daryl stared at you in awe as you rambled on about your adventure. The sense of pride and adoration he felt whenever he looked at you, but now especially was overwhelming. You were perfect in every way and he'd be damned if he went another second without being your husband. 

"...and then I found it further in the woods and I was just so excited that I finally caught a whole entire deer all on my own for the v—"  

"Marry me!" he blurted out suddenly. 

"Huh?" You blinked at him in confusion, not sure if you heard him right. As if he suddenly remembered something, he patted all his pockets until he felt the one with the ring in it and pulled it out. The sparkle of the diamond in the sunlight caught your eye. 

"Will ya marry me?" he repeated, this time holding out the ring to you. He lowered himself to one knee, still holding out the ring. Your eyes filled with tears, happy tears, and you held out your left hand to him. 

"Of course!" you said as he slid the ring onto your fourth finger. It fit almost perfectly. As soon as he stood up from his position on the floor, you jumped into his arms. He caught you and held you tight as you peppered kisses all over his face. He set you back down onto your feet and held your face in his big warms hands, wiping away your tears away with his thumbs. 

"I'm so proud of ya fer catchin' that deer all by yerself." The smile that graced his face was contagious. 

"Learned from the best," you said, smiling up at him. He leaned down and you met him halfway in a kiss. 

"Can't wait to skin this deer with my wife," he said once he pulled away from the kiss. 

"Ooh," you exclaimed, giddy at the new title, "Can't wait to eat some venison with my husband!" 

thanks for reading!

note i've been a pescatarian for 3-ish years now, but I've been wanting wing-stop, so i got some wing-stop and it was great. thanks for listening

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[kamapon]

And here's the fullset!! <3

I want to make more of these events chibi set so now I wonder...should I draw "wish upon a star", "glorious Masquerade" or "Fairy Gala" First? Lemme knooow

[dropdeadgorgeos]

Omg yes Rook it is meant to be let's get married

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#533 HE IS MINE

When You Found Out...Some Great Value Corpse Bride took Idia, Ortho didn't have to finish his sentence for your help when you asked him where is the blastcycle Ignyhide was working on

Ortho*Seeing that the school and area are locked down*Everything is locked down! How are we gonna get in?

Yuu*On the Front turning on the blastcycle and telling ortho to put a song...and another that fits the mood*

"F*ck you up! Harveston Hits"-

Yuu*Has hands on the handles looking at the last rescue gang*Buckle up my ortho~WE'RE DOING A SHREK!~

-At the wedding-

Idia*Was putting on his suit and being held to be in place along with Eliza and sobbing that no one is coming to save him, leaning away from Eliza whose puckered lips are going closer to his*

CRAAAAAAASH

Ace*Peeks into the now broken wall hole at the wedding*WE OBJEEECT!?

Yuu*Getting out of the vehicle and jumping on the ground to look at the Ghosts with glaring seething hatred at Eliza*YOU WANT MY HUSBAND...YOUR GONNA HAVE TO KILL ME!?!

Eliza*Rolls eyes and snaps her fingers and points to you signaling her Nanny and Gramps to take care of you all*

You soon enough launch yourself toward one the biggest ghost and...MASSACRETING THEM IN YOUR PATH OF WRATH...

GuardGhost*Frowning*WHAT THE -THEY'RE JUST A HUMAN!*Moves out of the way from a soldier ghost that falls near being chocked by their own ghost tail thingy, grabs him, and pushes him towards the angry human*THEY'RE JUST ONE HUMAN! TAKE CARE OF-*Stops talking when the one SAME ghost was killed in an instant he pushed him their way*

Idia*Taken aback by You easily making your way thru the ghosts*...

Rook*Backs you up but is soon grabbed by you and is used like a bat to hit another ghost*

Yuu*As you get on the dented blastcycle again and drive around the vehicle destroying the cake, tables, and seats on your path you speed up to the altar with an enraged glare at Eliza but stop at the last min, get off punch the last ghost standing on your path, Glaring up at the Ghost Bride*...

Eliza* Looks down at you as you grab Idia and throw him over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and rolls her eyes and huffs*...

Yuu*Looking at her, pointing at Idia's ass and then at self*THIS ASS IS MINE!?!*Slaps Idia's ass to emphasize that*

Idia*Eyes widen and blush as he looks extremely happy thru his eyes*!?!?

Ortho*With the biggest sparkly eyes seeing you carry his big brother and grabbing his hand to take the both of them home*...Can you please really marry my brother...

I HAVE BEEN HOLDING THIS ONE TILL THE EVENT WENT OUT AGAIN-

You went full ghostbuster on their white tails...

The Guys + Crowley*After witnessing what you did*

The Men were rendered speechless-

[mymainwastoocluttered]

What if we fake married for real? (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾) ~★ (Idia)

Eliza is gone, but not without making life harder for Idia.

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

A continuation of Homewrecker, husband-stealer villainess!

I had this sudden idea and couldn't do anything until I wrote it, so here we go

— (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾) ~★

After the honestly prize worthy drama that took place in NRC, things are finally settling. When (Y/N) was ready to beat the living—the, uh, dead daylights out of Eliza for "stealing her man", Eliza's guard stepped in, determined to protect her.

When the Prefect pressed him for answers as to why he's protecting the homewrecker, he admitted to loving his princess and wanting nothing more than to see her happy. Somehow, that touched Eliza so deeply, she... Decided that Puffy was her true prince.

Everyone is still trying to understand what just happened, but hey! Eliza is finally married and Idia is not dead and they're all unfrozen!

"I'm so sorry for almost taking your groom from you!" Eliza apologizes again, holding the Prefect's hands like they're old friends, and (Y/N) lets her like she didn't just try to kill one of her friends.

"I forgive you, Lizzy. I can't hate someone who also sees just how great my Idia is, now can I?" She winks at the ghost princess, as if Idia is not literally standing a meter from her, trying not to faint.

"You're too sweet... Oh, your wedding! It was today, wasn't it?"

"It's ok, it's ok. I did want a spring wedding, anyways."

"Oh, then I'll come visit during spring! And maybe I'll see the children? I can't wait to meet Little Meg and the new baby!"

"... Of course!"

The sound that left some of the people present in their efforts to not reveal the ruse will forever haunt the halls of NRC. And it still doesn't reach the levels of... Whatever it is they're feeling that shows on Idia's face alone.

"Then, it's decided! We'll see each other next year!"

And Eliza leaves with her husband and her entourage, just like that. Silence befalls the room, eyes meet in surprise, smiles widen on the faces of the bastards, Idia looks more aghast than anyone has ever seen him.

Then...

"Hey, Idia, wanna marry and have children?"

"Hrk!"

"Big Brother!"

The Prefect laugh as Idia finally loses it, falling like a log onto the nearest chair while Ortho fans him with his hand fan—literally, his hand turned into a fan. That's enough to break the dam, and then everyone is saying everything at the same time and no one is understanding nothing at any point.

"Absolutely not!" Crowley booms, and where the fuck has this guy been? "You are far too young!"

"Idia is eighteen and so am I, we can marry and adopt a child. As for the baby... We can make one in time if we start today~"

"You're eighteen?!"

"You don't even know my age, you deadbeat?!" Rook is there in a breath, holding (Y/N) to his chest so she can't kill the Headmaster. "And you ask why I call Crewel dad instead of you?!"

"Calm down, mon amour!" The blonde is smiling far too big for someone well meaning. "Besides, if Roi de Ta Chambre isn't up to it, I'll gladly follow our novella and step up."

As if that makes the entire situation any less weird.

"Haaaaah?"

Wait, no, scratch that. This makes the entire situation way weirder.

In an out of character plot twist, Idia rises from the chair, hair burning a voracious red. He's using all of his height—and, fuck, they forgot how tall he actually is!—to glare at Rook.

"A–are you implying I'm not h–h–husband material?!"

Being dumped by Eliza did some unexpected damage, it seems.

[mysteryshoptls]

R Rook Hunt - Suitor Suit Voice Lines

Summon Line: Those who would fight for love are all beautiful!

Groooovy!!: I am a hunter. And thus, I am good at capturing hearts.

Home: What do think? Do I seem princely?

Home Idle 1: Marriage, hm... For someone as fickle as me whose eyes and heart can be taken in by any and all beauty I see, it may still be too early to even consider.

Home Idle 2: When someone runs, it makes me want to chase after them! It seems like love and hunting have similar aspects.

Home Idle 3: Things that are beautiful are so precious to me. However, looks alone is not what determines that.

Home Idle - Login: What form of love language makes your heart race? Please, let me know!

Home Tap 1: I love crafting poems. But there aren't ever enough words to convey my feelings... Ahh, how frustrating!

Home Tap 2: Ace-kun seems to hold such passion in his heart. When I complimented as such, he denied it... But still, it is all so très bien!

Home Tap 3: I selected a tuxedo similar in color to my dorm uniform. I thought it the best choice to honor our fallen Vil...

Home Tap 4: Look at how Roi des Roses is so sharp and intense! It looks as though Riddle-kun completely embodies a crimson rose with prickly thorns!

Home Tap 5: You've such energy. If I were to be with you every day, there's no doubt that it would be a grand time.

Requested by Anonymous.

[mayasaura]

Kiriona Gaia/Her Divine Highness AU where Gideon escapes from the Ninth to join the Cohort, and gets claimed by John only a year or two before canon.

The lyctor trials happen approximately on schedule, but this time it's a combo event! Who Wants To Be A Lyctor, and The Bachelor Nine Houses: a chance to win the hand of Her Divine Highness Kiriona Gaia, only daughter of the Emperor Undying!

There are two main reasons for The Bachelor competition, one Gideon knows about and the other she doesn't:

One: She's a plant to manipulate the lyctor trials. John's a bit more invested this time around, after the whole baby plot reveal left him bereft and short-handed. He wants Gideon to get to know all of the candidates and report back to him.

Two: John thought it would be funny and is trying (and badly failing) to wingman for his socially awkward daughter.

Gideon is John's plant in the lyctor competition, but the marriage contest is a setup for Gideon. Here you go, kid, your very own fantasy romcom scenario, now will you finally make a move on that girl you're physically incapable of shutting up about?