#pretend to be 'seeing' each other and marry

[anonymous-dentist]

Pangkey tax benefits wedding as planned but then they’re like Convinced that they’re straight right. Cool, #straight, #taxfraud, #heterosexuality

But then uhhhh whoops, trPangi is in bed staring up at the ceiling because he can’t sleep because he suddenly remembered that trLukey is asleep in the room next to his and, for whatever reason, he feels like there’s a rope tied around his chest pulling at him. An uncomfortable sensation in his gut that he’s only ever felt before when watching his teammates die on Lifesteal. An itch under his skin and an insistent poking at his brain and a weird sensation in his legs like they want to move

And one day Lukey is hanging at spawn with Aimsey and Beky when he sees Pangi down the road laughing at something Ros is telling him, and for some reason any words Lukey had in his throat have jumped out of his mouth and killed themselves. The sun hits Pangi’s hair in just the right way to make it look like it’s on fire, and he has smile lines on his face, and his laugh sounds like- it’s nice, okay? And Beky and Aimsey are groaning about yaoi, but Lukey can’t hear them because, for some reason, all he can hear is Pangi

Pangi uses his teleportation stick and teleports Lukey to him from across the map. Lukey lands right in Pangi’s arms with a scream because he was just flying and- and he looks down and sees Pangi’s surprised grin, and he can feel Pangi’s muscles shift as he tries to accommodate for Lukey’s weight. And Pangi sees Lukey with his hair all messy from flying and his cheeks and nose and ears bitten red from the high altitude he was just at and it’s like. He should put Lukey down, but it’s like. You know?

And they’re walking in the lab together, arguing about the water filtering system they still need to put together for the alchemy farm, and Lukey pushes Pangi to the side, and Pangi grabs Lukey’s hand to keep himself upright, and Lukey gets pulled by that against Pangi’s side, and Pangi stumbles again, and Lukey stands back up, and they start arguing again- this time about whatever just happened. And they keep holding hands as they bicker their way to the storage room because neither wants to be the first to let go and be made fun of for it

And Lukey is placing red wool on the side of Yellow’s walls in the shape of Bad’s head, Pangi drawing SpongeBob out of yellow wool down the way. On a whim, Lukey makes a little heart towards the ground. Pangi, when Lukey goes to sheer some more sheep, comes and secretly adds a ‘P + L’ next to it. He thinks it’s a joke, but he smiles when Lukey sees it and ‘Awww’s

And they’re eating dinner in Yellow’s kitchen, Ros off with Aimsey somewhere and thus unable to stop them from eating all the good stuff and throwing the rest into some fire. Lukey is drinking some wine, and Pangi is teasing him for it. But they could only find one glass, so they’re sharing. One sip for Lukey, one for Pangi. It’s like an indirect kiss, but it’s not, because-. They’re kicking each other under the table, smiling and joking and bickering. At one point, Lukey’s hand finds Pangi’s over the table, and they pass the wine glass between them, and there’s five stacks of tnt in Pangi’s inventory and a potion belt filled with Corruption vials in Lukey’s. Pangi has his ax, Lukey has his trident, they’re in matching armor with matching trims, and they are not indirectly kissing

And then, finally, one night, Pangi moves his bed into Lukey’s room, declares that Lukey’s room is now Pangi’s room, and lays on top of Lukey when he tries to argue about it. Pangi feels light as a feather as he pretends to snore, his face tucked into the side of Lukey’s neck. The fingers already tangled in Pangi’s hair are gentle, and the body attached to them is relaxed despite this sudden intrusion. An arm falls across Pangi’s back, holding him close, and it’s fine because this is just what married people do:

A kiss to Pangi’s temple, hesitant. A murmured ‘I love you’, scared. A hum of acknowledgment, of understanding, of shared fear. New territory for the both of them, but an adventure they’re willing to undergo together

[rafesbuzzcutseason]

how would city lights rafe propose?

(ps i am loving wicked game🖤)

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a/n: i love this question and thank you so much <3333 i did not mean to turn this into a whole blurb but alas here we are i miss my babies

city lights!rafe would propose in the most intimate, loving way possible:

it had been a few years since the whirlwind that was their beginning. they were now reaching their 6 year anniversary and city lights had just announced their hiatus. for the first time in years, rafe cameron wasn’t rushing to a studio or a venue or an awards ceremony. he was just rafe. her rafe.

y/n had a feeling it was coming. the proposal. there were hints, subtle ones, like sarah asking suspicious questions about ring styles and rafe disappearing with his phone more than usual. but she never pushed. she wanted him to do it in his way, his time.

that night, he took her to the restaurant, the one where he’d first asked her to be his girlfriend. they sat at the same table, and he ordered for her like he always did. they laughed, they talked, they loved each other.

after dinner, he pulled out her chair and laced his fingers with hers.

"come on, angel. nights not over yet."

he took her around the new york, pretending to be his tour guide just like that first night in LA. pointing out landmarks, making up stories, doing terrible impersonations of people walking past. y/n didn't think her heart could be any fuller.

they stopped in front of a quiet overlook, the same one where he’d kissed her that night after becoming official, shaky and unsure. she turned around to say something, but he was already kneeling.

not shaking this time. not unsure.

a velvet box in his hand. the same boyish grin on his face that made her fall in love in the first place.

"y/n... i’ve loved you since before i even knew what love really meant. i've loved you since you showed up outside my dressing room and took my breath away. i have loved you every moment i've known you and i want to love you for every moment coming."

tears sprung in your eyes.

"you fixed me, made me the best version of myself. taught me how to live. how to be happy. you made me fall in love with life. and now i never want to do life without you. y/n, please marry me. make this permanent. make this forever."

she didn’t need to say yes, he saw it in her tears, felt it in the way she dropped to her knees and kissed him breathless.

"yes. yes. it was always going to be yes."

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[kiruamon]

Demon Lord AU - Of caretaking and rings

More sketches for the demon lord au. And some more lore? Also you are already married to them in the last sketches.

Moon: *doing a girly voice* "Oh no! Love of my life, help me! The evil wizard came to bring me back home where I have to marry him!" Y/N: *makes growling noises and talks with a gruff voice* "Do not fret my little morning blossom! I'll chase this fool away!" Sun: *has a hard time holding himself together* //Don't laugh. Don't laugh, Sun. You have to stay in character.//

Y/N: "They have grown fond of you two so fast. Makes me think, you and Sun must have a talent as caregivers. And I've to say, you have been a great help lately. So... thanks for lending me your services." Moon: "Too much praise, but... thanks. I like this work. It's far better then fighting." Y/N: *chuckles* "True, true. It's is much nicer then that." Y/N: *pausing for a moment before gazing into the distance* "I hope things will stay peaceful during the next weeks. I would like to have more time for the little ones rather then fighting off knights and the like." Moon: "Yes. ... I hope so too."

Y/N: "Please accept these rings. So that a part of me will always be at the side of my beautiful morning and evening star."

Sun: "S-Shunshine. They're breathtaking. But why do they... glow? Did you enchant them?" Moon: *had been reading about demon customs the past months* "This shine... Starlight, tell me that you didn't... " Y/N: *gleefully looking at them* "Ah, I see, you noticed it Moonie. It's fine. Really. I just put a little bit of my soul into it. For someone as powerful as myself it's not thaaaat big of a deal." *tail swishes proudly behind them* Sun: "H-huh? Moon? What are you two talking about? W-what does it mean there is a part of your soul in it, Sunshine?" Moon: *stuck between being worried and deeply touched* "Demons can put pieces of their souls into other objects. It increases their power, but... but if these rings... if they would be destroyed then Starlight... " *he pauses, almost inable to say the rest* Moon: "It will weaken them a lot and there would be no way to recover the power that had been lost. It's so risky that it's rarely ever done. In older days demon spouses that were forced into marriages by their families exchanged them as wedding gifts with each other to have some form of reassurance to not be betrayed so easily by the other... " Sun: "T-then we can't accept them! You have to take them back." Y/N: *pretends to pout and turns their head away, but their tail twitches in mischief* "If you do not want them, you can just toss the rings away. But I will not take them back. Aside from that, it's not like I can redo the spell to get these parts of my soul back anyway. Soooo, I would be much happier to know that they are in the capable and loving hands of my spouses." *looks again at Sun and Moon in a much softer and tender way* Y/N: "Please, do not think I made this decision on a whim. Even if I might admit the voice of my heart spoke very loudly in this case. But... I have faith in you two. And like I said I did wanted a part of me to be with you wherever you two might be. So please, do not make me take them back, my darling lights." Sun: *is struggling for words* "Y... you shouldn't have- " Sun: "It's too risky. And... and it's not- " Sun: "... You're not playing fair, Sunshine. ... Ngh, to get us with such trickery... " *sniffles while holding his hand with the ring closer to his chest* "... I'll keep it safe for the rest of my life... just like I vowed to protect you so many moons ago." Moon: *wipes away a stray tear from his eye, but laughs softly* "It seems we don't have much of a choice Starlight as to accept your gift. Be sure we'll take good care of it and feel honored of your grant trust in us." Y/N: *smiles fondly while walking closer to them* "Oh my sweet twin stars. Of course you do. You always are given a choice. But I do apologize for worrying you and... being a bit unfair. It was not my intention to bring you sorrow or to make this gift seem like a burden. But we all have just one life. And I would have regretted it much more to not have shown you my deepest trust and love." Sun: "F-foolish demon." Moon: "Our mischivious, little star." *both step forward to take you in their arms and so you too lay softly one arm around each of them, your face comfortly nestled against them as you hear them whisper words of love into your ears*

A short while after they too gifted you with some rings. One embedded with a blue sapphire the other one with a yellow topaz. Sun and Moon even knew about the custom of your species to attach the rings to your tail which you found delightful and endearing when they asked if they were allowed to slip the rings onto it. Unlike you they weren't able to put a part of their soul into them. But this isn't important to you. You still can feel the love and affection gleaming in them whenever you look at these precious gifts.

[missust3l3vision]

Always Be You

Description: George is so scared of losing you that he puts all his cards on the table. Blurting out his feelings is always a good idea right?

Being friends with George was awesome. So fucking awesome. From being each others bus buddies from the age of 5 to 18 and having almost every class together. Y/n had been his neighbour since he began primary.

Now, several years later they were just as close. Eachothers emergency contacts, biggest supporters, and as you could probably guess long time crush.

His mum told him probably a thousand times that they would end up together. Everytime she caught her son waiting for her to text back or when he'd leave for school early to have enough time to pick her up.

George fell for her after though his soul knew since the first time they met. When he finally figured out she also liked him he thought it was something he had missed his chance on.

The day his mum telling him that she liked him, only for him to shake his head and run off to his bedroom.

Now, he stood infront of her apartment. He was there for a party and to meet her new "friend" Michael.

She had asked him to come as a favour and wasn't given any details.

He seethed at the thought of him. He had not wanted to go, but knew this meant a lot to you. Knocking on the door you opened it.

Wearing a dress he bought for you and earrings his mother gave you. You looked like a dream come true.

"George! Its about time you got here" you said as you ushered him in. He loved the feeling of her hands on him.

Walking in he was met with the smell of something delicious cooking on the stove and the flat empty.

"Where's everyone else?" He asked, he was mentally freaking out that it might just be the three of you.

"No one, just us" she confessed "I have something important I wanted to ask.

A million worries came to him as he stood in the same kitchen he spent many late nights in. He nodded for her to keep going.

"So I know you're worried about me and Michael-"

"I'm in love with you!" He shouted. The fuze of his heart being lit in the same amount it took to explode "And I have been for awhile. I know you don't love me anymore but I can't have you talking about him around me" he wanted to cry "I just can't"

He slumped into the barstool. You watching him with an open open mouth

"I'm in love with you too" you said, your voice barely above a whisper. 8 year old you would have fainted at this point. Admitting it to your diary was nothing to admitting it to the man himself.

She had known longer but let the feelings inside her simmer. She gave up hope, but a little bit of her never gave up. Now seeing the man in front of her she was glad she kept it.

He flung himself up, kissing you passionately. His weight on you a gentle indication of how much he truly loved you. Finally backing away yo let you each breathe. She looks at him with a Dazed look

"Now back to why I invited you over, Michael is getting married and I was hoping you'd be my plus one...everyone else is coming to the party in 20, I just wanted to ask before" George rolled his eyes, not at her but at his own silly jealousy.

"Yeah I'd love to come" he leans in, kissing her again "As long as I can go as your boyfriend" she pretended to think, tapping her finger but before she could answer he leaned in again.

"Your mum is going to explode when we tell her" his face fell. He had to do something he hated, telling his mum that she was right.

[leaderpinhead]

Leona - The Wife

Prompts: @domaystic 2025 Challenge/@thedrabblecollective May drabble challenge: Day 9 Stuck with someone/something & Enjoy Rating: T Pairing: Leona/Yuu Notes: I found too many challenges for May I wanted to join, so I'm combining Domaystic and Drabble Challenge prompts. This will be a multi-part AU with each part being a 100 word drabble. My only end goal for this is 31 days of Leona/Yuu fluff. [Part 8] - [Part 10] Masterlists for my other fics

His wife had a bleeding heart.

Of course she did. She couldn’t be one of the spoiled, rich princesses who had tried to marry his brother. More obsessed with the latest fashion than the starving orphans. He’d figured as much after seeing her reaction when she saw the result of the decade-long drought.

The bed sagged behind him. He noticed the shift in the light through his closed eyelids. He also felt the pillows she put between them every night. “Good night.”

Leona grunted. He was stuck with her bleeding heart, and he wasn’t about to pretend he enjoyed it.

[maxdibert]

Oh please please please give me some brutally honest Lily HC. And Jily! And Sirius! I just want this place to BLOW!!!!

Lily was the typical charming person until you disagreed with her on something. At that point, she’d start pulling little stunts or confronting people in a really disruptive way. Then she’d begin acting controlling and possessive, and if people didn’t do what she wanted, she’d throw massive tantrums, to the point where she’d even throw things around or explode with rage. Eventually, people got fed up with her crap and ghosted her. She’d hop from friend group to friend group, always ending things badly because of her horrible attitude. The only group that stuck with her was her boyfriend’s friends, but only because they had no choice but to put up with her.

Lily was always smug about James liking her. Publicly, she’d play coy and act like she didn’t care, but deep down, she loved it. She even threatened people, warning them about what could happen if they did or said anything against her, because “you know Potter’s temper.” So, a lot of people just pretended to tolerate her or put up with her, even as she perpetually messed with their mental health.

Lily and James were made for each other. She was a narcissist with anger issues, and he was a violent guy who enjoyed making others suffer. They loved having social power in Gryffindor, bullying people in their own ways. They complemented each other perfectly, but Lily cared a lot about her image and couldn’t let herself be associated with a bully. So, she told James there’d be no sex unless he pretended to be a decent human being. He, of course, stayed the same piece of trash but tried to hide it. Spoiler: everyone knew he was still a piece of trash.

Lily was delusional and thought that by dating the rich, upper-class pureblood guy, she’d reached the pinnacle of the social hierarchy. She acted clueless and pretended she didn’t know anything about James’s behavior. After all, it didn’t affect her directly, and if it didn’t, she didn’t care.

Lily joined the Order because she realized that if Voldemort won, she wouldn’t be able to remain part of the social elite and flaunt her status to her parents and sister, like being the equivalent of an aristocrat in the wizarding world. So, obviously, she had to fight against him. She told James that if he didn’t join too, she’d break up with him, and the guy didn’t have anything better to do anyway.

If Voldemort had targeted house-elves or centaurs instead, Lily and James wouldn’t have cared about the genocide at all. They only cared about things that affected them directly; every other social cause was completely irrelevant to them.

James had several house-elves in his family home, which he used as targets for practicing spells when he was a kid. He constantly abused them and used them as target practice.

When Lily and James were still dating and his parents were still alive, James once showed Lily how he could make the house-elves dance for him like circus animals. She thought it was super entertaining. They didn’t see them as beings with rights but as subservient creatures meant to serve them.

Social justice warriors, both of them, but only for what suited their agenda.

They got married because Lily got pregnant, basically.

While Lily was pregnant, James would often go out with Sirius to act like an idiot and get drunk, then come back home and vomit all over the carpet, making a mess everywhere. Honestly, he was irresponsible, and Sirius always excused him.

Lily tried to reconnect with her old friends during her pregnancy, but they all ignored her because she had always been toxic to them. So now she was alone.

James and Lily constantly argued and would go days without speaking. But they always made up because they were the same kind of terrible people.

[bluerosefox]

"Its a good plan! No-Danny dear listen it is-"

Hey.

A new Dead on Main idea.

But...

With like matchmakers Martha and Lady Gotham.

Like no really.

Lets say Danny finds their lair/ghost home one day while exploring the Infinite Realms, becomes friends with them, goes to them when he need actual parent advice (he loves Jazz and shes great but remember she herself is still a TEEN as well, not only that but she tries to look at things in a more logical standpoint of view because she's studying psychology). He really likes them cause of how nice and caring they are towards him and enjoys spending time with them.

So when Danny gets news that apparently he needs a 'ghost spouse' because he's now the Ghost King and its 'good for the Realms' according to the council of eyeballs. He goes to Martha and Thomas to vent about how dumb it is because he can't ask his friends to fake marry him because they aren't 'ghosty' enough. (They're liminal yes but not enough apparently, they need to have actually died for it to actually count)

Martha (I head-canon she's the brains of the Wayne family, like Thomas is smart no doubt but his smarts fall into medical knowledge) reads between the lines of those wordings and comes up with a plan.

It won't only help their young King but also it may just work out more than that if done right.

She goes to ghost side of Gotham City thats in the Realms and asks to speak with Lady Gotham the city spirit, there she tells the city spirit her plans and what is happening. Lady Gotham listens and grins at the idea.

A few days later, a stressed out Danny (whose had to deal with 'suitors' the eyeballs have been sending him) is in the ghost side of Gotham City meeting Martha for some ecto-coffee and as he's waiting at the cafe/bookstore they were going to meet up at, a portal opens up and Lady Gotham herself fly's over and dumps a stunned Red Freaking Hood at the table.

She books it after that and yells "Its now up to you Martha dear! Have fun!"

Martha appears giggling in a third seat between the two stunned young adults at the table.

[king-spite]

i know the red queen tv show is now less likely to happen than katy perry going to space BUT if it DOES happen i think they should pull a rhaenicent and make elara and coriane have a failed tragic homoerotic friendship before becoming "rivals". nevermind what actually happens in the books. i think that would save me actually

[zeroducks-2]

-

Right, because antis doxxing people, sending death threats, destroying people's livelihoods and bringing them to self-harm ain't a thing, nuh huh sir surely a teenager getting bullied to the point of attempting suicide is not a real problem! It's just silly fandom things that give you brainrot! How cringe of people to worry about this! Surely the rise in puritanism, the anti-trans wave, the absolute state of dismay LGBT+ rights are in (and the even darker future that awaits) aren't directly linked to the internet version of fascist mace-bearers that make someone's life impossible just because they do something that they deem immoral!

We should all keep paying taxes and mind our own business and shake our heads at these stupid not deep things that have zero impact on real life, cause you know there is nothing more inconsequential than bullying, harassment and policing fandom spaces with puritanical scrutiny. Surely all of this doesn't matter and we need to get real problems am I right. Cause this doesn't affect tangible real life it's just cringe people being cringe on the internet about inconsequential things.

[glitchfang]

ok i was gonna post a video but tumblr wont let me: here are the results of the nuzlocke

leon swept half of my team with haxorus, he landed two critical outrages on molly and then mango, and then pango took the fall while i was attempting to heal bruno.

i was genuinely so scared i was going to lose the nuzlocke here, because he still had five pokemon and i only had my three left, and one of them had already been weakened. but we pulled through!! i had bruno set up a double toxic spikes so all of leons pokemon were badly poisoned from the start, and before he went down, mango set up a reflect that lasted for most of the battle. once his full restores were used up, it was a waiting game at worst. the rest of my team wore him down until hubris two-shot charizard!

im sad that i lost everyone from the original team. but im happy that mango at least got his swan song during the eternatus fight, and i wouldnt have defeated leon without his help. im glad that (barring dusty bc i put him back in home) the original team is together again at least. im proud of my guys <3

this was the most emotionally attached i got to a mainline pokemon game in a while i think. getting emotional over a game i used to firmly dislike wasnt on my 2025 bingo card.

[slayerdurge]

i'm like maybe 60/40 on whether evelyn would chose vivienne or cassandra as divine (leaning towards vivienne)... evelyn has a personal history with vivienne bc as the youngest in a very long line of trevelyan children she was given to the templar order as an infant and trained as a templar for years until her magic manifested and she was carted off to the circle... then she ended up becoming a knight enchanter which is how she met vivienne... but although they genuinely really like each other they are fiercely competitive (which is actually part of what they like about each other) so i'm not sure she'd want vivienne to be divine over herself... but it's impossible to chose yourself... plus i think she'd actually rather continue to lead the inquisition anyway even if she could chose herself... and i think that although she thinks she can't truly manipulate vivienne she definitely can make mutually-beneficial deals with her and predict her actions... plus she likes the idea of giving power to another clever chantry-supporting mage who knows how to play the game as well as she does... cassandra is another matter bc they also get along really well... and evelyn was raised to respect/fear seekers... and she thinks cassandra is even more trustworthy and predictable than vivienne bc she'll always do whatever she thinks is right... which can also make her hard to manage in instances where they disagree... but they don't disagree often... so i can just imagine evelyn actually staying up late in skyhold struggling really hard with this decision... leliana is not an option bc evelyn doesn't believe in fully abolishing the circles... but the choice between those other two is hard... she genuinely could go either way... but i think i will probably go with vivienne for maximum chaos (and to complete my trilogy of mages who wreak as much havoc on thedas as possible)

[lesbiansanemi]

These two days are going to be actual hell on earth

[flores-e-sangue]

i would never flirt with someone At the walmart because that's rude but my GOD

[beloveds-embrace]

(Arranged marriage to duke john price except it means you married four instead of one 👁️👁️)

Your marriage to Duke Price is one out of necessity: you need a husband before high society begins rumoring you to be a barren woman and too old to be married off, and Duke Price needs a wife who is able to take on Duchess duties of his duchies.

You do not expect love, though you suppose it’d be a nice bonus. You are merely glad that Duke Price is a reasonable handsome man, and he informs you on your wedding night that he will not force himself on you, and there is no need to immediately begin attemtping for an heir.

You take admirably to your new duties, have been raised practically for this purpose though the head butler Kyle is wonderful in helping you as well- actually all the servants have been wonderful towards you. You have regular dinners with John, though they are a bit stilted but at least Chef Johnny’s food is good enough you can easily forget the tense atmosphere. You can tell your husband is hiding something- you are sometimes barred from going to his office to him, certain rooms are not allowed for you, and you are not allowed anywhere near the letters addressed to him- but as long as it isn’t hurting you, why should you bother him? So you never ask, and he seems happy enough that you don’t.

Until you accidentally stumble upon him and Duke Riley exchanging tongues. Very heatedly, hands grasping and tugging on each other’s clothes and Duke Riley sat on your husband’s desk.

It’s hot.

What’s not so hot is the way they both look at you when they realize you are there. You stutter, face a red so fierce it’d put a furnace to shame, and bolt out of the room despite hearing John call your name.

And you also skip out on the dinners for now, pretending you are sick with the help of your maids and their makeup skills.

But suddenly, it’s like your eyes have been opened. It’s not just Duke Riley who seems to hold a part of your husband’s heart; the one time you gather enough courage to maybe go speak with John and address the situation, you see Kyle stumbling out all disheveled and flushed, though he has a very satisfied air around him. He freezes when he sees you, and your jaw drops.

“My lady-“

“I- I’ll just- I’m taking a walk! Alone!”

You go to the kitchens instead, hoping that Johnny would have something delicious you can eat. Maybe something cold enough to wash away the blush on your cheeks.

Johnny is weirdly silent, however, even as he whips up chocolate mousse for you. His silence is not normal, it feels… almost guilty…

You sighs, take in a deep breath, and gather your dress. “Johnny… are you too…-?”

“Aye, m’lady. But-“

You can’t take it anymore. You leave the kitchens, and go straight back to your bedroom to bury your face in your bed. It’s not as if you are upset! It’s just- a rather befuddling situation?

Two nights later, it’s John himself who comes to you. You had assumed it was one of your maids returning with a new jar of oil for your nightly hair routine, but it’s your husband. You are glad it’s winter, and you aren’t simply in a thin nightgown.

“Wife.” He says, voice steady yet strained.

“John.”

You can’t call him husband. You’ve spent the last two days thinking and you were… rather sad. You were in the way of whatever they had (you saw Kyle and Johnny kissing, Johnny specifically sending food addressed to Duke Riley), weren’t you?

John sighs, sitting down on the settee while you remain on your vanity. After a moment of awkward silence, he opens his eyes and looks at you. “…what do you want to remain silent about this?”

You blink, raising an eyebrow. “…huh?”

John’s fists clench. “How much do you want in return for your silence?”

Frowning, you set your brush down and fully turn to him even if you feel exposed despite your thicker nightgown. “Is this about your… partners?” You say the word delicately, then shake your head. “I want nothing, John. If you are worried about me starting anything, I won’t. I just… hope this doesn’t mean you will divorce me?”

Being a divorced woman might as well be a death sentence on its own.

He looks at you, shocked into silence, and you quickly explain; his relationships have nothing to do with you and you aren’t a petty woman, who are you to come between what he and they have? You only hope this won’t take away the protection this marriage gave you.

That night, thus, you and John reach an agreement you are sure both of you are satisfied with.

Except, months later, John is no longer satisfied.

With the ice broken between the two of you. The dinners have become so much more… relaxing and comfortable, far less than they had been. No secrecy was needed when you were around anymore, and you only giggle and look away, feigning innocence when they share tender kisses between one another… and the less polite kisses.

John can’t remain satisfied with this arrangement. You are such a sweet thing, now that he’s become to know you far better. He can see the way his men are looking at you now, something between fondness and hunger and want; Kyle helps you far more often now, despite your insistence that you can do it yourself. Even when you do it yourself, he stays by you and ensures you are comfortable.

And he joins your evening walks, arms looped as the two of you speak, laughing and giggling.

It’s similar to your late night chats with Johnny, where he plies your full of sweets and desserts until even your dreams are full of sweeter kisses you are sure will never be for you. Johnny, who cooks your favorites on hard days and who you heard from Kyle is even more serious about only having the best of the best in vegetables and meats and seasonings.

And Duke Riley… for all his stoicism, he is gentle with you. Even when he’d stared at you with doubt and mistrust, no doubt believing you to be lying to John and simply waiting for the shoe to drop and for you to ruin them. Yet it never happens, and now, during the galas you attend all dolled up on John’s arm and ignoring all murmurs about still having no children, you even dance with him and giggle at his terribly dry jokes, even share a few of your own with him.

Steadily, slowly, obliviously, John has watched each of his men fall for you. This, obviously, made you theirs. It made you his, more and more than you already were.

It’s why your current request is making him clench his glass in his hand, with Kyle looking on in displeasure as well, giving him subtle glances.

“-So that’s why I was asking, John,” you remain sweetly oblivious, adorned in a pretty dress Simon had gotten for you recently. “He will not spread any rumors, I’ll personally make sure of that-”

Your cheeks darken then, and you glance away. “I- I am… merely a bit- unsatisfied, if you understand my point. And the stable man is loyal to you, he wouldn’t say anything.”

It’s clear he needs to keep a better watch over you. Where and when did you even interact with his stable boy, Graves? Though he focused on your words.

Unsatisfied.

Well, he can’t have that, can he? You’ve done your wifely duties so admirably, it’s about time he took care of you as well… and maybe dealt with the baseless barren rumors as well. A baby would keep you nice and content and focused on them alone, wouldn’t it?

Oh yes. Yes, it would.

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Part two

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gojo never imagined an arrange marriage with you, but now you’re all he can think about.

he thinks about you when he’s training, when he’s seated at his round table, when he’s in his bed, everywhere, every time, you’re all he can think about.

and you’re oblivious to it.

you heard the gossip everywhere you walked, about the girl gojo was pleading with his family to marry. how much he loved her, how beautiful she was, how much more elegant she was compared to you. you knew you were never his first choice, not even his fifth, but it hurt even more when everybody acknowledged it.

you stopped wearing your wedding ring, started acting like you were just another person there. luckily gojo didn’t seem to be in any hurry about making heirs, so pretending like you two were working things out didn’t even matter anymore.

you find yourself alone most of the time. your maids were kind and patient, but they had so many things to do throughout the day that you felt awful pestering them to walk around the estate with you.

eating dinners with gojo became normal, but most of your other meals were in silence, always feeling like a speck of dust in the large dining hall.

one day when you’re walking around aimlessly you stumble across the training grounds, the open space below you filled with men swinging wooden swords back and forth at each other.

it wasn’t difficult to find your husband, his white hair hard to miss in a crowd of others. he didn’t notice you watching from above, and so you stayed hidden, not knowing if the men were picky with who watched them.

he was swift and agile. everything he did was precise and with meaning. no wonder he was named the best warrior of the north.

you found this to be more entertaining than walking around the gardens for the tenth time or watching the cooks assemble the next meal, so you didn’t even notice how gojo looked up to see you, somehow slipping away without you knowing.

you were in a state of watching but not really thinking, almost jumping out of your skin when you heard his voice behind you.

“didn’t know i had an audience,”

you yelp, flinching as you look behind you to see your husband all sweaty, panting slightly as he moves his hair away from his face. you eye the stairs that led him up here, wondering how you could’ve missed that.

you laugh sheepishly, giving him an apologetic smile as you pick are your nails.

“i’m sorry,” you scratch behind your ears, feeling heat rise to your cheeks under his intense gaze. it’s unfair how pretty somebody can look, especially after training for an hour straight, “i was just walking around and i saw this.”

he waved it off, shaking his head as he leaned his sword on the wall.

“not a problem,” his eyes shine, “i just would’ve tried harder if i knew my wife was watching.”

my wife.

the words fall so smoothly from his lips you wonder how many times he’s said it before. with malice, hatred, necessity?

you smile a little bit, eyes crinkling around the edges as you look away briefly, not noticing the way gojo chased after your cheerful face.

“how’d you get up here? where are your ladies?” he asks suddenly, looking around at the fact that it was just you up here.

“my what?” you say, looking up at him through furrowed brows.

“you know,” he waves his arm around as if that would help, “you’re ladies in waiting,”

you scrunch up your nose a little bit, something he noticed you did when you were confused.

“oh, well, my maids are working right now,” you tell him, noting that he still didn’t look any less confused.

“no, not your maids, your ladies,” he tilts his head to the side, “the girls your family sent them up to help you around.”

you stare at him, unblinking.

“the girls that are your friends, the ones that help accustom you…” gojo trials off when he realizes he’s not getting anywhere with you.

you feel even more embarrassed than when he caught you watching him, hating the way you were clueless at yet another thing in this life that no one explained to you.

“the girls you hang around with?” he finally lands on, hoping this jogs your memory.

you shake your head, eyes wide as you fidget with the fabric of your dress. his eyes fall onto your finger, lingering on the fact that you’re not wearing your ring.

“who do you spend your time with throughout the day?” gojo seems even more lost than you. he’s seen you with…? well surely that one time…?

“by,” you swallow, embarrassed, “by myself. i walk around a lot.” you admit sheepishly.

“your family didn’t send…?” he answers his own question with his silence.

this entire time you’ve been alone?

he opens his mouth to speak but somebody beats him to it.

“satoru! get down here! we’re still not done!” his friends shouts from below, and you look over your shoulder to see all the men staring at the two of you.

gojo stares at you, unblinking.

“i,” he swallows but can’t find any words.

you can’t either.

he leaves you there, running down those stairs as he shouts at the other guys to resume what they were doing. that entire day he was off his balance because he kept looking up to see you there, but you weren’t.

maybe you were just walking around, like you said.

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need to include your fantastic tags:

I’d love to know why Louis is ONCE AGAUN forced to stunt! WTF! Why?!!!

I understand your frustration but this is sadly the reality for a lot of closeted people in the industry. And if you look at what happens in the US and so many other countries at the moment, I think it's really clear why Louis and Harry decide to stay in the closet for now, and stunting to appear straight is part of that.

And as much as a lot of us hate it, it's a big part of the industry in general too. Not only for queer people, a lot of stars use this for several different reasons, mostly to promote a project of theirs, stay relevant and create stories that will keep their names in the press.

Apart from that I don't really see Louis or Harry being forced to do it anymore. If they are stunting now, it's definitely something they agreed on. And that doesn't mean that it's their fault, it means I think they have more ability to have a say in things since they started their solo careers.

If you want to read more about why so many stars including HL do stunts you can look through my hashtags PR STUNTS, LOUIS' CAREER and MUSIC INDUSTRY. And I also recommend reading these posts here and here.

@daisiesonafield-blog has a lot of information on her blog too, it's very organized if you go there on web.