HMMMMMM interesting to think about arranged marriage with prince shouto...............
i think he wouldn't know. what to expect with you. i think he'd have an idea, as in, what his father, the king, has taught him; the duties of a wife, where your importance ranks in relation to his duties. what he's not meant to discuss with you, like politics and matters at court and foreign relations. how you will speak to him. what to buy in the event that you become...unhappy. a nuisance.
("and she will," enji had muttered, briefly glancing up from the parchment on his desk to fix shouto with a look he didn't understand. "they always do.")
you don't meet until the royal wedding, when you're coming down the long aisle of the grand cathedral, dressed up in a swathe of silk and lace. a thin, gossamer veil hides you from him, but he can feel the ardor in your eyes, the intensity burning through the material. it doesn't seem real until your bare face is only a breath from his own, until he has to see the earnestness in your stare, too.
your kiss is simple and chaste, nothing spectacular, something that leaves his mind as soon as it's over. ever a todoroki, a hundred other things enter his mind, all regarding his now iron-laid obligations: it's vital he meet with advisor keigo to reiterate the plan to establish his authority among the council; general aizawa is in attendance to the wedding, and shouto has not yet received word on his opinion of the new king's ideas to modernize their armed forces; midoriya is somewhere, no doubt wanting to go over state affairs again.
truthfully, shouto doesn't spend long "celebrating". there's already too much that's required of him, hardly enough time to even scarf down a few bites of the banquet laid out before he's being chartered off into discussions on foreign relations and infrastructure development. maybe once or twice does he look back to check on you, chatting pleasantly with his mother and sister at the front of the great hall, and that's satisfying enough.
it's not until much later that he sees you again; freshly bathed and wearing something sheer and long and white, atop his bed.
or his marriage bed, he must remind himself.
enji didn't spend long going over consummation, with him or either of his brothers—natsuo, red-faced and annoyed at the very subject, always storming off, and touya had seemed well-aware of the process, at the time (back before he'd been ex-communicated). it had sounded simple: strip off your dress, get his cock out and into you, and only retreat once he was sure his seed had been spilled.
—so he's not exactly sure what to do or think or how to feel, when you're laid bare and reaching up to hold his face.
it's so startling that he sits back on his knees, to frown where he's looming over you.
you stare at him quietly, like you're expecting him to say something, and he only has a moment to wonder if this is you becoming an unhappy nuisance—what had been the answer, to solve this, anyway?—before you let out a soft laugh.
"c'mere," you tell him, sitting up, too, when he keeps his distance. "i want you to kiss me."
"i already have."
"yes," you laugh again, amusement glowing in your eyes, like the warmth off the fireplace, as you reach for the ties on his trousers. "but you're meant to do it again."
and up until then, he'd felt confident in his achievements, his executions; he'd managed a lot today, in one evening, and he had a lifetime to manage more. it was a good a start as any, he'd thought, but now—
shouto almost can't get the words out when he feels your hands ghosting up the inside of his shirt, nails tickling over his ribs. "a-am i?"
you wrap your arms around his waist in what could be a hug, scooting forward to look up at him with your chin against his chest. "yes," you smile and—it's familiar in a way, how touya would whenever he was teasing. "you're my husband, you're meant to kiss me whenever i want."
that—was not something his father had ever said, he was sure, and it was a too-rare exchange between his own parents. now that he thinks about it—and he does, then, because he's faced with the reality that he doesn't know as much as he should—he's not sure the former king and queen even sleep in the same room, much less the same bed.
much less hug and touch and even smile, the way you do now.
there's no argument he can make against it, aside from finding keigo to find his father to verify the truth to such a statement, and he's only meant to retreat from this bed on one condition.
and if this is what it takes to meet that—then shouto supposes he'll have to do it, for now. he's a brand new king, after all, and it would seem he still has much to learn.
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On this day, March 22
In 2013: My Chemical Romance announced the breakup of the band, posting the following statement on their website:
"Being in this band for the past 12 years has been a true blessing. We've gotten to go places we never knew we would. We've been able to see and experience things we never imagined possible. We've shared the stage with people we admire, people we look up to, and best of all, our friends. And now, like all great things, it has come time for it to end. Thanks for all of your support, and for being part of the adventure.
My Chemical Romance"
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hello followers. apologies for disappearing for 3 months and then coming back with a completely different set of hyperfixations. it will happen again <3
anyway. the trio ever feat some silly headcanons
(image description under cut, apologies for forgetting to add one!)
[Image ID: four pages of Honkai Star Rail fanart.
The first page has written across the top "Draw March, Dan Heng, and Stelle." Below it are Stelle (in a thinking pose, an arrow pointing to her that says "rubbing her two brain cells together very hard), Dan Heng (looking up with a surprised expression, an arrow pointing to him that says "secretly excited but won't show it"), and March 7th (clenching her fists and beaming excitedly, an arrow pointing to her that says "has been waiting her entire life for this moment").
The second page has a number 1 on it. At the top is a sheet of paper signed with March's name, with a drawing of the three in a cute, simple style. They are holding hands and "The Terrific Trio!!" is written across the top. At the bottom, Stelle looks at the paper while covering her mouth like she's trying not to laugh or cry, and Dan Heng puts his fist against the wall with a similar expression. Both of them are connected by a thought bubble that reads "cute" in all caps, while March stands in the middle looking pleased.
The third page has a number 2 on it. At the top is a sheet of paper signed with Dan Heng's name. He's drawn the three to look like a photo is being taken of them, smiling at the camera with March giving Stelle bunny ears. It's comparatively very well-drawn. At the bottom, Stelle and March huddle around the paper in delighted amazement.
The final page has a number 3 on it. At the top is a sheet of paper signed with Stelle's name. It is a very clumsy, childish drawing of the three. At the bottom, March and Dan Heng stare at it blankly, speechless. Stelle looks sheepish, with arrows pointing to her that read "cannot draw to save her life" and "somehow even worse than Gepard". End ID]
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