#arranged marriage!au

[jeonstellate]

in the dark: dusk

you ask the moon for an impossible before your inevitable marriage to an utter stranger.

๑彡 hong jisoo x afab!reader

๑彡 strangers-to-lovers!au, arranged marriage!au — angst(?), fluff

๑彡 paragraph format — 1.8K words

masterlist | in the dark: dawn

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๑彡 title is taken from bobby’s in the dark.

๑彡 this is the first half of the two-shot, in the dark. you can find the link to the next part above :]

You had always known your marriage would be arranged by your parents. In a time where marriages were used as a form alliance between clans rather than a form of union between lovers, you never dared to hope that your marriage would be bound by love.

However, that particular knowledge didn’t prevent you from craving to experience how genuine romantic love feels like.

Hence your decision to sit by a tree just behind your village long after the sun had set. You weren’t waiting for a miracle, but you’d be lying if you say you weren’t hoping for one.

Under the pale moonlight, the cloak of darkness concealed the tears that the sun could not shine upon. Under the pale moonlight, you wordlessly wish for something that can never be.

But never did you expect for the moon to answer.

"May I know the reason for your tears, my lady?" A voice, soft and careful, suddenly filled the silence of the night. Although its appearance was unexpected, it miraculously didn’t startle you — as though, somehow, you had known.

You kept facing the moon as you answer, almost as if you were conversing with her rather than whoever just arrived. "Just trivial matters."

"Perhaps so, but you obviously care about it a great deal." The presence behind you felt closer, but still remained at a respectable distance.

"But I shouldn’t," you sighed. "There are dangers in dwelling on matters that are out of my control."

"But there are also dangers in bottling your feelings in, my lady," the person gently reminded you.

Silence then engulfed the two of you — which felt comfortable despite not knowing who exactly you were conversing with. The voiced words settled between the two of you, gradually creating something that could either build or destroy any relation that might form.

"I don’t know if I should trust you with my thoughts," you thoughtfully said after a while. "I don’t know who you are."

Your companion hummed in acknowledgment, "You can think of me as a shadow, if you wish."

"Why so?"

"You cannot confirm my existence until you look at me."

You started laughing. "I can very well just turn and confirm it promptly, my lord."

"Respectfully, my lady, but I advice against it," he replied almost immediately. "Please take comfort in knowing I am a stranger that cannot judge you based on anything you do not personally share — as I will with you."

You thought his advice through. Although you were concerned about revealing too much to an utter stranger, you couldn’t deny that he had a point. You live in a small village, after all — one way or another, everyone always hear about one family’s business and discuss them freely like it’s their own.

Every family in your village has their own reputation — which ultimately decides the esteem people regard each family with. If he doesn’t know how you look like, nor what your name is, then he can’t judge you based on the reputation of your family — nor can you have the fear of tainting your family’s reputation with each information you choose to disclose.

"Perhaps you are right," you agreed after a few moments of silence. "Though I do think you should just address me as Night from here on forward."

"Wonderful. Then, you can call me Suho."

You and Suho continued conversing the night away. Although he eventually chose to situate himself near you (after asking for consent), neither of you faced each other. You remained facing the sky, with your left arm millimeters away from the tree trunk and your back facing your village. Him, on the other hand, had his back against the tree trunk, his body facing your village, with his left arm inches away from yours.

"So what brings you in the dark like this?" Suho started the conversation after having enough of the silence.

"I wanted to make a wish to the moon," you replied eventually after pondering upon how you should indulge his inquiry.

"You must’ve wished so earnestly that tears spilled down your cheeks."

His comment earned an almost soundless chuckle from you. "On the contrary," you started, "those were desperate tears from wishing the impossible."

"I’m afraid I don’t follow, my lady," you heard him shift his position, but the sound of his voice remained in the same distance.

"My parents have found me someone to marry," you said slowly as you thought about whether or not saying so would give away your identity, "but I wanted to experience having a lover first before I’m bounded to someone I have yet to meet."

Suho, in contrast to your obvious hesitancy, was quick to react. "I can be your lover, my lady, if you will allow me."

"I beg your pardon?" You stuttered in disbelief. "You shouldn’t utter words you don’t mean, my lord."

"I do mean them," he quickly insisted.

"How can you?" You expressed your doubt, "Surely there must already be a lady waiting for you back home?"

"I assure you, my lady, you shall be my only one."

You couldn’t reply right away — not because you were thinking his reply over, but because his response made you flustered. "Then, I suppose you would not mind courting me?"

Just like he had been doing throughout the night, Suho’s response came almost immediately. "I would court you as long as you wish."

You and Suho continued to meet with the moon being your only witness. During those nights, you would converse about anything your hearts desired. Slowly, but surely, then, you both learned parts of what composed each other’s constellations.

True to his word, Suho did court you every night that you met. He would alternate between telling you compliments, giving you flowers, writing you some poetry, or a combination of acts.

In return, to show your appreciation, you reciprocated his efforts in ways you knew how.

"Yes," you agreed out of the blue on the night of a full moon.

"Pardon?"

"Yes," you repeated, "I am now accepting you as my beau."

You and Suho had an agreement, beginning that first night when your peculiar arrangement was made. You both agreed, under no circumstances, would you try to catch a glimpse of each other’s faces. Thus, whenever you two met, you both ensured that you two were positioned in such a way that no one wouldn’t see the other’s face.

And somehow, you two still found a way to bask in each other’s warmth without breaking your agreement. "Thank you," you heard him murmur by your ear. "Thank you for trusting me."

You shook your head in denial, a smile ghosting your lips. "Thank you for coming into my life."

The word ‘bliss’ wouldn’t be enough to describe how you felt the following nights. Suho had always been sweet, but he became even sweeter after he became your beau.

Like he had already done, Suho had brought you flowers, written you poetry, and showered you with words of affirmation. On top of all of those, he occasionally brought you handmade gifts as well.

Despite already being your significant other, Suho still went out of his way to court you — even after you told him that he could stop. He claimed that it made him happy, as it never failed to make you happy, so you just let him do what he pleased.

"Have you ever thought about children?" You asked Suho one night as you lie on his chest, facing the moon.

Even with your improved status, you and Suho came to a consensus that you should uphold your previous agreement of keeping your true identities a secret from one another. Especially with your deepening relationship, it was crucial not to display any awkwardness nor unusual behavior if ever you two meet under the sun — to keep the eagle-eyed gossipers of your village from talking.

"Well, I am now," he answered before resting his hand on your hip, by your stomach. "Why?"

You two often talked about whatever came to mind, especially if you had finished filling each other about any shareable events that happened during the day. Albeit you both had nothing against silence, you liked to spend your limited time getting to know each other instead.

"As I look into the sky, I suddenly remembered how I took inspiration from it when I was unentertained enough to think of baby names."

You heard Suho let out an intrigued sound, "Let’s hear them, then."

"Hyewol for a girl, Hyeseong for a boy," you answered nonchalantly. "I also thought Chaewol, Seonghwa, and Haneul could be good to use as well."

Suho started murmuring to himself. Despite your proximity, you still couldn’t quite catch the entirety of what he was saying. However, you could’ve sworn that you heard the names you just mentioned being mixed in.

"What are you—?"

"Just testing how the names sound with my last name," he replied as nonchalant as you were then. However, with such simple words, you couldn’t help but to feel your cheeks flush. "So, five kids?"

"I," you stopped, suddenly not trusting yourself to speak. Nevertheless, after a moment, you managed to collect yourself. "Only if it’s with you."

You both knew, with your looming engagement, that that was a future out of your reach. It was a someday that could only exist under the cloak of the moon’s light, never to be touched by the sun’s rays.

And yet, despite that, you and Suho still dared to dream.

You knew this day would come, even before you crossed paths with Suho. In retrospect, this day was literally the reason why you met Suho in the first place. Had you not been crying that pivotal night about this particular day, you probably wouldn’t have him by your side at all.

Unfortunately, even your set up with Suho did nothing for the dreaded day.

"[First name], dear, come here for a minute," your mother called you over from your little corner with your cousins.

Today was her birthday and, to celebrate, she held a banquet in her honor — only inviting those that she truly got along with to keep the event drama-free. Not even her side of the family was in complete attendance, as some — if not most — of them clashed with one another over trivial matters.

It was your mother’s day, so you never thought it would double as the day you finally met your fiancé.

"[First name], this is Joshua," you mother started with an abnormally large smile etched on her face, "your fiancé."

You tried not to visibly freeze. As much as Suho was supposed to assist you to get ready for your married life, you weren’t ready to meet the person you were expected to spend the rest of your life with. Especially not when you already began wishing that your husband-to-be was Suho instead.

Joshua reached for your hand and kissed the back. "It’s my pleasure to be your acquaintance, my lady. I am Joshua Hong."

#hong jisoo x reader #joshua x reader #seventeen x reader #hong jisoo imagines #joshua imagines #seventeen imagines #hong jisoo scenarios #joshua scenarios #seventeen scenarios #hong jisoo oneshots #joshua oneshots #seventeen oneshots #strangers-to-lovers!au #arranged marriage!au #hong jisoo #joshua #seventeen

[ruewrites]

Devotion

AO3

Ship: Diavolo/Lucifer

Word Count: 3250

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Some people had wanted to see Lucifer and Diavolo's honeymoon and oops more story progressed from there. I hope you all enjoy! Comments are appreciated <3

Summary:

Devotion: 1.love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person, activity, or cause. 2.religious worship or observance.

Sometimes in this life, others are more devoted to us than we can comprehend.

Lucifer sat on the bed with a sigh. Slowly, he slipped his silky gloves off of his hands and kicked his shoes off his feet. The affairs of today had been a grand one, doves as far as the eye could see, a cake crafted by Barbatos big enough to feed an army trimmed with gold and black flowers. Asmodeus had been chittering away with him every free moment he could squeeze himself in, eyes sparkling at every romantic aspect he could pin down and sprinkling in his own fantasies of what a wedding could be like.

"I could only imagine what this would be like," Asmo had said, "I can't wait."

Exhausting was the only word that came to mind for Lucifer.

It was mostly for show, a way to introduce the future co-rulers and gain them favor with the public. Over all, it was mainly a way in which the royal family could keep their favor with the people. A wedding was no more than a spectacle.

And yet-

A deep groan left Lucifer's lips as firm hands made their way to his shoulders, kneading away at the tense muscles beneath. He leaned back into the ministrations, allowing his eyes to slip shut. 

"How are you feeling love?" The words were ended in a soft kiss to his neck that made Lucifer shudder. Diavolo's voice was low, soft, and warm like a thunderstorm rumbling in the distance on a summer evening. 

Lucifer glanced down at the ring on his finger, appreciating the way it glistened when the light hit its surface. Without a word, one of Diavolo's hands traveled across his arm and to his hand. Carefully, he lifted the ring to his own lips and kissed it softly. 

This made Lucifer give in the rest of the way, leaning into Diavolo fully and allowing his body to be enveloped by the warmth.  Both of them continued to move backwards until they were staring at the ceiling.  

Finally, after a moment, he let go of the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. The rest of the tension left his body. His fingers tapped against his abdomen as thoughts lingered in his mind. He knew what this was supposed to be for and yet-

“Happy to finally be alone and away from the commotion, but I suppose we still have a duty to keep.” 

It was his way of attempting humor. Lucifer was more than aware that nothing would force him to couple with Diavolo, especially not Diavolo himself.

"So," Diavolo started, glancing over at him, "Sex?"

Lucifer snorted, hand flying to cover his mouth, "There were many ways you could have worded that. That was not the most… elegant option." Consummating a marriage was important, it was symbolic. Two people coming together just as two entirely different kingdoms did. It was important, it was expected, it "sealed the deal" so to speak. 

"But what about it?" Lucifer asked.

"About what?"

"About 'so, sex'?"

Now it was Diavolo's turn to snort, "Ah I hear how it sounds now."  He turned his head to look at Lucifer, his fingers started to drum as he spoke, adding to the illusion of that perfect summer storm.

"What do you think about it? About the moment now?"

The truth? Lucifer was starting to feel uncomfortable in his wedding attire as the storm inched closer, it was hot and muggy and made him feel rather sticky. He was waiting and watching as the clouds grew closer. 

"What do I think?" Lucifer repeated. The uncomfortable heat was pooling, concentrating in a single area. 

The surprised look on Diavolo's face was definitely worth a thousand kingdoms' treasuries. Lucifer straddled his waist, strong thighs gripped his waist as he sat proud atop the man beneath him.  He shifted, making himself comfortable, "I think I need to see how desperately you want me, why you begged and stood determined to be by my side."

He watched as Diavolo's mouth dried, as want filled his eyes. His hands hesitantly moved to Lucifer's hips, trembling as he did so. The storm was upon them now, hot and heavy in the air. It was getting hard to breathe.

"Up," Lucifer commanded, and Diavolo followed, sitting up and pulling Lucifer even closer to his chest.

"Good boy," Lucifer purred, stroking along the side of Diavolo's face, watching as the man leaned into the touch, "You want me."

"I crave you," Diavolo corrected him quickly, "Ever since the first night you allowed me to touch you, and even before that. We have had many firsts together, and I am honored by your trust in every single one."

Lucifer's eyes softened, and his heart melted as the first patters of rain fell. He leaned in, kissing his husband to communicate what words failed to. Diavolo moaned beneath him as the Arcadian Crowned Prince ground against him. His growing need was evident, and Lucifer was growing feverish. Ripping away Diavolo's shirt became his first priority. They could deal with the rest later. Clothes hid secrets well, and very often Lucifer found himself at odds with his secrets. Does he share them or not? What were the consequences of letting his resolve, his masks, slip?

Disrobing meant leaving himself vulnerable.

But with Diavolo he was allowed to be vulnerable.

He waited with bated breath as Diavolo looked over his body. It was far from pristine and perfect like the prince had most likely imagined. A litany of scars marked him in places and the most prominent ones were on his back. He watched as those large fingers hesitantly reached out, and when Lucifer didn't pull away, he started to trace them.

"It's not everything you expected-" 

"You're beautiful," Diavolo's voice was filled with nothing but reverence, "I have never seen you without your shirt off. Thank you for sharing this with me."

Allowing himself a moment to bask in the attention, Lucifer allowed himself to focus on how Diavolo touched him. How his body reacted to each gentle ministration. Then something glittering caught his eye. 

Diavolo let out a groan as Lucifer yanked on the pretty golden barbell piercing through his nipple. "I've had my eye on these for a while now. Tell me Prince, do you like it when I touch you like this?"

"Hells Lucifer," he was breathless,"What are you doing to me?" 

"Taking control, especially now that I can touch more than your cock in secret." 

Quiet nights holding his hand over the prince's mouth as he stroked or fingered him to completion in defiance of his father. There was no better form of resistance than finding sneaking ways to get around the rules. And there was no better reward than seeing the way his at the time fiance had looked at him.

In Diavolo's eyes he was truly the most beautiful creature. 

The storm was amping up now. He pushed Diavolo back. The arched form of his aching manhood was pressed against his rear, desperate and wanting. Maintaining eye contact, Lucifer leaned down. The taste of metal coated his tongue as he worked. A large hand entangled itself in his hair, encouraging him to go further. His hand played with the other side of his chest. Diavolo continued to groan above him, another hand moved down his back and Lucifer stilled. 

"May I open you?" Diavolo asked.

Lucifer straightened. He had to keep the illusion of control. He was aware something inside of him was broken. He always had an illusion of control, but it was never something he could actually possess. It always evaded his grip. Playing a part was his job, his role was to be the Crown Prince of Arcadia, nothing more than a puppet on a string. Diavolo cut those strings, or began to, and he understood how fragile and delicate they were.

“Only if I give you permission.”

He nodded.

“And I can take it away at any time.”

Another nod, “You are the one in control of yourself, just as you always are. ”

Reaching behind him, Lucifer grabbed Diavolo's aching member. His husband arched letting out a low rumble in his chest, "And you are positive you won't mind?  No matter what my decision?"

"As long as you are in throes of pleasure or content I don't mind."

Lucifer thought for a moment, then his mind seemed to be made up. He settled back down into the act he was comfortable in, the act they both knew gave him the power and control he felt like he lacked. “Alright then,” he whispered, “Go ahead.”

Eagerly, Diavolo grabbed for a small jar next to the night stand before passing it off to Lucifer. As he poured some on his own hand, he  couldn’t help but focus on how warm it was and how slick it felt on his skin. His nerves struck him in that moment, and he considered retracting the consent he had given, but then those gentle hands changed his mind. The first finger slipped into him without issue. He hissed, eyes closed and brow furrowed. When the second was added was when the noises started. They were muffled and short, trapped behind pursed lips and gritted teeth. He reached behind himself and grabbed onto his husband’s cock, initially gripping it tighter than what he meant to. His hands shook and his body shuddered. When Diavolo stuck a certain spot inside of him was when he lost his resolve. The moan that escaped him was not a noise he thought himself capable of making. 

His grip released the weeping member and went for Diavolo’s wrist instead, “That’s enough.”

Diavolo watched him curiously as his fingers were removed. Lucifer lifted himself, and with as much poise and grace as he could muster, impaled himself on his husband. Diavolo was a large man, he knew this to be true, but it quickly resurfaced in his memory as he struggled to bottom out. The fullness he felt was almost too much, almost. 

Diavolo went to speak, but Lucifer held up a hand to stop him. Then he moved. Diavolo’s hands flew to Lucifer’s hips and those golden eyes were fixed upon him, “Lucifer-”

“Do you feel good?”

“Incredibly so.”

“Am I better than anything you’ve had before?”

“You’re the only thing I want. I am honored to touch you.”

His voice flattered and his hips stuttered as he tried to meet Lucifer, but the Crowned Prince had other ideas, “You’re being so good for me right now, and good boys get rewarded. Tell me, what would you like?”

There wasn’t a single sliver of hesitation from Diavolo, “I would like to make love to you.”

Lucifer’s brain stilled. Make love to him?

Diavolo had been a bit of a romantic ever since they’d met and even before that, but the answer still caught him off guard. It hadn’t been what he’d been expecting. The words ‘to cum’ were the first that came to mind. That was usually what he was aiming for during their more private sessions.

Diavolo sat up, it changed the angle and coaxed another sigh from Lucifer’s lips. 

“Would that be quite alright?”

Lucifer studied his face, used his fingers to gently trace along Diavolo’s cheekbones and lips. The storm inside of him was quelling and in its place, a gentle shower. He didn’t say a word, rather, he let their lips meet once more in a gentle embrace. It was trust, it was openness, it was a sense of home.

All of it came together, a result of an act of devotion.

When they pulled apart he nodded, and he found himself being moved to his back. Diavolo’s thrusts were consistent, gentle yet powerful. Lucifer had one hand tangled in his hair and the other on his back. He didn’t want to break eye contact with him. Each movement continued to coax gaspy grunts and sighs of pleasure from his lips. This was good. He liked this.

“I would do anything for you, you know,” Diavolo whispered, “Should entire kingdoms turn against you, I would remain by your side. I would put myself before any danger in your name. My dying breath is for you.”

Something about this scared a part of him.

Words carried so much, especially words spoken into existence. He held Diavolo tighter, “Don’t make a fool’s promise.”

“I would never do such a thing.”

Lucifer could feel his eyes wetten, his breathing quickened, and with it the heat coiling in his stomach. 

Right before the edge, Diavolo pressed their mouths together.

Lucifer had never seen stars quite like that.

***

"You are aware that there is nothing forcing you to be with him?" 

"Besides the union of two kingdoms?"

"You know what I mean Asmodeus."

The pair spoke quietly as they danced, Lucifer spinning the Jewel of Arcadia around, the skirts he wore flew out around him, in the most elegant ways imaginable. Asmodeus looked happy, everything about him seemed happy, but looks could be deceiving. Lucifer knew this to be true. 

Asmo was in close again, his eyes darted over Lucifer's shoulder once before the sunset met rubies once more. Lucifer struggled to find the most appropriate words, something that wouldn't be so… crass.

"You don't have to copulate with him if you don't want to," was what he finally settled on, "You have autonomy you know, laying with him is not mandatory."

No matter what anyone said.

Something faltered inside Asmo, but it was quick to disappear before Lucifer could say something about it.

"I mean, I want to," Asmo whispered, "Have you seen him? He's a total hunk. Just my type. Don't think I am any less refined but I wanted to jump him, I really did." Asmo's words became even more quiet as he reached the ending bit, as if he was worried someone would overhear. 

Why Lucifer would never understand. A part of him worried it was because he was the first man in a while to give Asmo any ounce of attention. Lucifer didn’t trust him, not entirely anyways. 

It was… also a bit more detail than Lucifer needed.

Their waltz continued, the tapping of their feet on cobblestone keeping them in time. 

Lucifer took in a breath, "You deserve the world My Jewel, I just want to make sure you know that. His duty now is to make you happy. Every waking moment should be for you, and his dying breath is for your name alone. Anything less is less than you deserve. Anything less is worthy of more than divorce. Death isn't even suitable for such an offense."

Tears pricked at the edges of Asmodeus' eyes, "Lucifer."

"That is all I have to say on the matter, my job is to make sure you enjoy the rest of the daylight now," he smiled, he wouldn't have Asmodeus for much longer, so he might as well enjoy the rest of the song, "I'm a bit rusty at dancing, wouldn't you agree?"

***

“Sit.”

“But-”

“Sit.”

Diavolo let out a soft huff, finally taking a seat on the edge of their bed. Barbatos stood behind Lucifer watching the pair with a bemused smile. Cerberus had followed suit, confused by the command, but eager to follow it nonetheless. Lucifer pinched his brows together, collecting his thoughts before letting out a sigh. 

“You are still in recovery, therefore you are to be resting and allowing yourself to recover.”

“But it has been ages since I’ve picked you up and held you in my arms!” his voice was bordering on whining. He reached for Lucifer pulling him forward, just short of into Diavolo’s lap. “Is it suddenly a crime to wish to display my devotion and affection to you?”

“You know that is not true.”

Diavolo plopped  back onto the bed with an arm covering his eyes as he began his lament, “My darling husband no longer adores me. He is but a mean man, a mean mean man.” He peaked out from underneath his arm, a smirk on his face, “But oh do I love it when he is mean.” 

His voice had dropped an octave. It was suggestive, playful. 

Hands on his hips Lucifer wandered closer. Leaning over Diavolo he put one hand next to his head, “You know I am not mean. I simply take control, and you like when I tell you what to do, do you not?”

Diavolo hummed in response, eyes hooded. 

“So you will rest for me, yes? Then we can play together.”

Instead of a response, Lucifer received a quick smack to his ass. Well, he supposed that was what he deserved for letting his guard down around his playful husband.  He yelped, falling on top of Diavolo who chuckled next to his ear.

“This means punishment, correct?”

“Whatever am I going to do with you?”

“Perhaps let me kiss you?”

“You would like that wouldn’t you?” 

He went to stand but Diavolo yanked him back down. Barbatos’ throat clearing drew their attention back to the other side of the room, “Shall I dismiss myself?” 

“Apologies Barbatos, my husband seems to have gotten a little too eager." 

Lucifer stood and righted himself taking a seat on the bed. Diavolo propped himself up on his elbows, eyes aglow, "Perhaps some tea would be in order?" 

"We just received a new spiced blend, hand picked by Queen Asmodeus himself"

Lucifer's ears perked, "Queen?"

"It seems his majesty thought it a bit more appropriate. There's a letter attached as well, I have it with me if you would like to read it."

Lucifer all but snatched the letter from Barbatos' hands much to Diavolo's amusement. 

"That blend sounds quite interesting! Prepare us some, would you Barbatos?" Once the butler bowed and left the room, Diavolo turned his attention back to Lucifer, "All good things?"

"It appears so," the pair moved from the bed to a set of ornate chairs so that Lucifer could grab his spectacles, "It appears they stopped in Estos, for a short while on their trip back to Wystyria."

"I hear it's lovely this time of year, perhaps we can stay there when we travel to visit them."

Lucifer put the letter down before taking Diavolo by the hand. He pressed a kiss to the wedding band, "After you recover a little more, then we can speak of such things."

“And when do you think that will be?”

Leaning back in his chair, Lucifer tilted his head to the side, “In time, but until then it is my duty to take care of you.”

“Personally attended to by the King of Arcadia himself? I’m honored.”

Lucifer stood from his chair and knelt by his husband’s side, “You have performed a great act for me, and now it is my turn.” Taking both of his hands, Lucifer held them tight, “Let me do this small act of devotion for you. It will be one of many, I can assure you. I am not always the gentlest man, but I am not hardened. I do this out of love, for you.”

Diavolo’s jovial form softened, and his hands melted under Lucifer’s touch, “I have heard that I am quite the unruly patient.”

“You are just you,” Lucifer smiled, “Your perseverance is one of the many things I love about you.”

“Even when it is seen as stubbornness?”

“Especially then,” Lucifer smiled, “Now, I believe we have a letter to draft over tea, especially if you wish to visit once you recover.”

#ruewrites #obey me #dialuci #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me barbatos #TaBoL #diavolo x lucifer #royalty!au #arranged marriage!au

[mantleoflight]

“Let’s start simple. What’s your favorite color?” (to.... heck you pick a muse lmao)

Yyventriz narrowed her eyes at the exo. Even in this political arrangement between Shard and Braytech, the young kell is not thrilled with the arrangements. Still, safety and resources in exchange for shared rulership of her house within Braytech and the skills of her splicers, was better than being trapped in the artic tundra between Guardians and House Salvation.

Taking a deep breath from her rebreather, Yyventriz glanced over at the shine of light against the walls. It reminds her of a polished servitor, the shine of the glass of their core eyes. She considered the shine and lifts her chin.

"White," she answered at last, "as snow fresh laid upon the ground, unsullied by boots or bullets." The captain-sized eliksni looked over at Clovis, her glowing blue eyes fixed on him. "What is yours?"

#Yyventriz || Kell of Shards #Yyventriz #Clovis-1 #Clovis Bray #Arranged Marriage!au #//In which Clovis manages to swing Yyventriz to his side (sort of) and gets the chance to rebuild the DSC Eliksni style :3c

[momosandlemonsoda]

WIP last lines game

Thanks so much @alxina​ for tagging me. I’m supposed to post the last line from my WIPs, of which I Have A Few. I’ll post the last line(s) I’ve written for each:

From the Club Moonlight fic which developed a plot: 

And now, of course, Liu Sang needed to trust the man further, with his brother’s secrets. With his own.

From the other Club Moonlight fic that immediately follows from Why Should that Stand in Our Way which I’m not writing (no really): 

Liu Sang sighs and shakes his hair back. “Find me a drummer, didi.”

The KinnPorsche fic I’m actually writing, which is Kim turns into a kitten: 

Kim covers his face with his paws and wishes for death.

The KinnPorsche fic I’m not writing, which is Porchay leaving to study abroad: 

He knows exactly how his roommate is going to react and he doesn’t need another set of therapy appointments to deal with.

The latest last line of an AMAU chapter that will go into arc 1: 

Next to Xie Yuchen, Huo Xiuxiu leans forward, taking one of the little tea cookies off the plate on the coffee table between them. “So, Liu Sang…”

The maybe sequel to Whatever Our Reckoning: 

And so he told himself that this was only fair, only what she’d endured more than once already, and when he sat later, blood-covered, in the clinic, and tried to breathe, that’s what he told Hei Xiazi too.

And the last line of an AMAU bit that will go into arc 4: 

He’s had to come to this realization on his own. So should Wu Xie.”

I’m not sure who’s done this or not, so tagging @foxofninetales , @tinbramble , @psychic-waffles  @uschickens and anyone else who wants to do this!

#tag game #writing #arranged marriage!au #club moonlight au #kimchay #dmbj #the lost tomb reboot #pingxiesang #and pingxiesangcan #heihuohua #kinnporsche #writing is a bullshit hobby

[edenesth]

The Way to His Heart [Masterlist]

Pairing: general!Seonghwa x wife!reader

AU: arranged marriage au (Joseon era)

Summary: Life has been hell ever since your mother's passing many years ago. Despite being from a prominent family, you've never received the privileges associated with it. It only got worse with the arrival of your stepmother and her daughters. When the intimidating General Park was in search of a wife, your father seized the opportunity to dispose of you, simultaneously securing a connection with the powerful general—killing two birds with one stone.

Genre: heavy angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

Trigger Warnings: mentions of past physical abuse, mistreatment, emotional abuse, verbal abuse, scars, trauma (lmk if I missed any)

Total Word Count: 75.2k words (not including bonus content)

Status: Completed

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Bonus: ↪ Honeymoon Avenue ↪ Star of the Show

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#edenesth #the way to his heart #kpop masterlist #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #park seonghwa #ateez seonghwa #arranged marriage au #joseon era #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x you #ateez fic #historical au

[etfrin]

NSFW

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mean husband!Regulus Black who swears that every time he spills his cum into you, it's just his duty as a Lord so you can give him his pureblood heir. It's not because of how cute the dress looked on you and it would look even cuter on you when you're pregnant.

mean husband!Regulus Black who gets hard when you smile at him so prettily and wants to wreck you whenever you insult him ten times worse than he does. you're not afraid of him, he loves that. Thrives on the fact that he can make your bratty mouth drool with his fingers and tongue only.

mean husband!Regulus Black who loves you, truly loves you but won't ever admit it out loud unless you're unconscious from a heavy session of getting bred and he kisses your forehead, oh so gently, and whispers, "My darling, my love." He kisses your cheek, "Oh, how you have my heart, sweet." He is unaware of the fact that sometimes you're aware and that you hear his words and it just makes you fall harder for him every time.

#oneshot #scenario #headcanons #regulus black x reader smut #regulus black icons #regulus black #regulus deserved better #Regulus black smut #regulus black x reader #marriage au #arranged marriage #maurauders era #mauraders #black #harry potter #smut #character x reader #x reader smut #x reader #x you smut #x you #established relationship

[strawbubbysugar]

Twenty Years, All For This

Stained glass uncovered under the cut bc im so proud of it hdsdf

#bethroned #bethroned spoilers #bethroned art #au #fnaf #security breach #dca #daycare attendant #sun #moon #y/n #self insert #reader #medieval #fantasy #royalty #wedding #betrothed #arranged marriage #sun x y/n #sun x reader #sun x self insert #dca x reader #dca x y/n #daycare attendant x reader #daycare attendant x y/n #fanfic #five nights at freddys #:3 I wonder if people will find all the hidden secrets

[notedchampagne]

id render YOU in any universe

aus in order from top left to bottom right: we have always lived in the apartment by quinn @thatneoncrisis | harrow nova | gehenna the first also by quinn | arranged marriage au | canon

#quinn owns like half these aus we split custody often #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #griddlehark #dudele #harrow nova #gehenna the first #we have always lived in the apartment #two weddings and a funeral #<=== thats the name of the arranged marriage au. i have info on it but its not organized yet enough to share sorry #tlt

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! Dark King Miguel and the gentle princess. The original one except Miguel is the king you dread to marry. Even more so when you meet him. He's a hulking man adorned with obsidian armor laced with gold. Cold piercing red eyes. If you weren't terrified, you would have seen how handsome he was, and that his gaze was filled with intrigue rather than hatred.

He takes your hand in armored claws, and kisses it. Now you blush.

You were to spend a good chunk of time in the palace with him until the day of the wedding. At first it's a nightmare because you are with someone who's slaughtered thousands of men, but he's gentle with you. Not exactly kind. But gentle.

Oh oh, imagine she took a little diary with her. She records her time in his lands, and he finds it while snooping in her room (checking for any weapons and such). He reads it and finds quite a bit about her. He rolls his eyes at the passage of her describing her dream man, but he is very intrigued about her wanting a bunch of children. He can give that to her, he wants many heirs too 🤭

Im such a sucker for these sort of tropes :'D ❤️❤️❤️ (Had to write this twice cause Tumblr erased the draft midway 😭😭)

You fretted in your chambers.

Despite the kingdom's overall economy and exterior political relations were thriving, the feeling of wariness set heavyly on your chest. The Queen and King had forbidden your stay at the most recent council's meeting, and when you demanded an explanation, you were met with nothing but silence and pained looks.

"Your Majesty! Come back here! You can't go inside!"

"They are hiding something from me, Lucille. I know it!"

"But you just can't interrupt!" Your maid and friend had been trying to prevent to get in the throne room. She caught your arm and looked solemn for a moment.

"You... You too?"

She shook her head and sighed, pulling you to a more private spot.

"You must be very quiet, ok?" Lucille guided you through a secret little passageway you didn't know the castle had. Hidden in plain sight that took you exactly where you wanted, a small hole on the wall enough for you too take a glimpse of the room.

Sparse, war table on a side, some guards you couldn't recognize stood next to a chair, partially revealing who sat in it. You could only get a small reveal of his arms. Dark skinned, strong arms clad in obsidian and golden that ended in a claw like gauntlet.

"Your Majesty" Your dad spoke, a slight tremor in his voice, "I think we are rushing into conclusions, ser. You'll see our men-"

"I don't want your men, neither your women. My army is more than enough and if I wished, your kingdom would be wiped out at my command."

You father stressed kn his chair as your mother just watched with keen eyes the display of power.

"We might not be a large kingdom, your majesty-"

"You're right, ser. You're like a tiny and annoying stone that got in my greaves, but I have had enough bloodshed for now"

"T-Then what is it you want, your majesty?"

You frowned at the armored man's attitude as dread crept up your bones. His gauntlet curled on his head, pondering as he slicked his soft, wavy and dark locks back.

"Surprise me, your majesty" He sneered the two last words and you swallowed.

"I will give you the most precious thing I possess, your highness." Your mother spoke confidently as her eyes were casted at the man.

"Being?"

"My daughter. The princess."

Lucille gasped and you quickly covered her mouth. His ears perked at the sound and tensed, but ignored it since he just chuckled.

"I came here in order for you to understand why I need the West passage of your borders open, not to get married." He stood and it was yout time to gasp at the size of him. He looked gigantic, your father had to crane his head up to meet his eyes.

"Think about it, your highness." Your mother pressed as she also stood.

"We can't open the passage due to political differences between our Kingdom and Erunia. It's closing wasn't to meddle in your affairs, but more like a preventive solution in our safety, in case an invasion happened. The least of things we would want is another war against a powerful kingdom we know we have no chance against. "

The obsidian clad man seemed to pay attention to your mother's words

"Sure, our Kingdom is thriving again, and economy and politics seem promising, but you must also understand we have nothing much to offer you when we are still recovering from a war. We still mourn, and we are getting on our feet again."

Your throat tightened upon her mentioning mourn. Your brother, the prince had died in battle.

"And for me to offer you, this kingdom's most precious jewel... I'll leave it to your interpretation."

The man seemed to relax slightly. Political things weren't your strength but, you didn't have to be a genius to know that tension had been rising within the neighbor kingdoms. Yours was a small one that served as a bridge among the others. Without you, the rest would collapse bit by bit.

"I offer you protection, in exchange of your daughter."

Tears welled up in your eyes. They were using you like an object. The deal was sealed, and so was your fate.

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You had refused to see your parents after that, your mother had explained that it was for the kingdom's best interest.

"But what about me? I know that is selfish to think this way but, this is not what I want."

"It's not about what you want, more like what must be done. Your duty as a princess is to see for the people's interest, my dear. Our wishes matter little when the men think it's funny to play war."

"But mother, how could I possibly marry someone like that? Arachne kingdom is ruthless! And so is it's ruler!"

"We had no choice, my dear. Your brother... Im sure your brother would have chosen to try and wage a war against him to keep our autonomy... There is enough bloodshed as it is for now." She cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead.

"Besides, he is not that bad. He was... civil and wise enough to hear us. And now, thanks to you we have his protection and a new chance of being the kingdom we used to be."

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You were set to depart to Arachne's kingdom within two weeks, and you made sure to enjoy the last bits of your freedom in your home. The wedding was set within 3 months. Or so the dark scroll the mysterious man had sent, said.

And when that day arrived, your carriage departed between sobs, anguish and heartfelt goodbyes. You didn't like the feeling of being seen as a martyr, but it gave your people hope.

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If you had to describe Arachne's beauty you'd settle for twisted. A contradiction of many types of beauty melded in a single space. The outskirts were full of thorns so thick you thought your carriage would be crushed before even reaching the castle, but the more your caravan approached, the sceneries changed into something less harrowing to a more utopic sort of settling.

Tall towers stood proud in the different cities, but one thing you couldn't help but notice were the elite guards. Mostly clad in a light armor, red and blue, a spider-skull like emblem on their chest. You weren't allowed to bring Lucille with you, a strange petition from this... Miguel King.

Miguel O'Hara. Ruler of Arachne. Commander of an elite force with abilities that surpassed the common guard forces. Many said it was his secret to get him where he was. Despite the rumors about the kingdom being desolated and hunger stricken, witnessing the opposite with your own eyes made your heart a little hopeful.

After all he had sent a small crew of four to guard you during the trip. A blonde girl with a left side of her head shaven, a tall dark young man with braids on each side of his head slicked back with a look that pierced your soul, Another black man with many perforations in his face, with the strangest hairdo you had seen in someone, and their commander. A tall, black slender woman with a red and obsidian armor. None of you talked during the trip. But the pierced face young man and the blonde girl offered you small, almost sympathetic smiles your way.

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Your arrival at the castle was announced. Your four escorts guided you to the main hall and kneeled before the man you had only caught a minimal glimpse of. Red eyes regarded your form, clad in a emerald green with golden trims dress.

You could notice his eyes widening just slightly as you entering the room. And then he stood. Your breath was caught in your throat and just as your father, you had to crane your head up to meet his eyes. Captivating yet full of unspeakable things. But you were certain, hatred wasn't one of them, rather wonder. He stared at you with mild curiosity.

You revered before him.

"Princess (Name) of Theleria, at your service, my lord." Sweet and soft spoken. A stark contrast of his overall aura. He noticed the small tremor in your hands and chuckled.

"Welcome, Princesa." Despite his imposing and intimidating looks, his royal etiquette shone through.

"Make yourself at home" Or so it did it's best. He returned to his work. He wasn't much for words as you were escorted to your own chambers. You certainly were swooned by the place grandeur and the elite force you had heard so much.

"Your Majesty sends his apologies, he won't be able to meet you during dinner. Would you like to eat on your chambers, or in the dining hall?" The man wore another red and blue armor, you had noticed that only commanders wore a certain type of armor.

"In my room, ser. Thanks."

He nodded with a smile and left. Your room was enormous, easily mistaken for a whole wing. You had dinner in your room.

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"Where is she?"

"In her room. She preferred to eat inside."

"Hm." Miguel hummed as he spreaded some map before him. Peter looking at him.

"Want me to arrange a tea meeting with her?"

Miguel's nose scrunched and he shook his head.

"Make it a lunch. I don't like tea."

"I know, coffee guy. You think her parents will keep their word?"

"They better, if not, we'll wipe them."

"Wouldn't that be harrowing for your future bride?"

Miguel arched an eyebrow at him

"Merely political affairs."

"She's pretty"

"Hm and gentle. You know what happens to gentle people."

"They get an arranged marriage with a ruthless belicist of a king." Peter couldn't help but giggle at his mortified expression.

"One more-"

"And I'm out. I know, I know pal. Get some rest. Your eyebags are packing for vacation already" Peter smiled at his annoyed sigh, then left him be.

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The lunch never came, as you were stood up, again. You had expected much, after all it was an arranged marriage, of course the desire of knowing eachother just for pretense was only in your imagination. However you had noticed that his gaze lingered on you for more than he actually let on.

You had been sorted through the city, to meet it's people, and so far mostly looked happy? Children ran around a fountain, merchants exposed and sold their goods, art supplies and a small leathery notebook, caught your attention. The extense array of colors had you grinning and marveling at things you had never seen before. Charcoals, complete drawing kits, turpentine, canvas made out of the richest materials.

Arachne's people were kind, welcoming and it just made you wonder how such kind of people had a blood thirsty man for a king? Not that he intentionally waged wars just for fun and giggles. Peter watched you with a lazy smile, occasionally recommending things to try. He and the blonde girl, whose name happened to be Gwen, we're kind enough to answer each of your questions. You didn't dare to ask about Miguel. He seemed too busy to be disturbed and by the way his face was always set in a permanent frown, made you wonder how would things would be in your wedding day.

He was aloof, too buried in his own world of War and battles. You couldn't help but nod with an absentminded expression at Peter saying he won't be for dinner either.

"Of course." That's all you uttered before you returned to the castle and retreated to your room. Your chest constricting tightly.

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"You know, getting any sort of contact with her wouldn't hurt you." Peter spoke as he was polishing his gauntlets.

Miguel remained silent, eyes too focused on the scroll before him.

"How was the trip?"

"She was like a kid in a candy store when we stopped in an art shop."

"Something she liked?" Peter smiled and scrubbed the wax away from the gauntlet

"Paintings and art supplies. She loved the cherry pie and couldn't stop marveling at how dreamlike the city looked"

"Hm. Her kingdom is... small. Nothing much to look around. Anyways, get her what she liked. "

"Beg your pardon?" Peter blinked at him

"Told you to get her what she liked."

"Of course. "

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The following days you were either holed up in your bedroom, or in the gardens making small talk with the servants. They seemed good and easygoing people, and it kept you from giving into the loneliness feeling that seemed to loom over your head with each passing day.

Sometimes you'd caught glimpses of him, a small group of elite soldiers tailing behind him in scary synchronization. Your eyes would meet for seconds, but he'd just look away and continue his work.

At this point you knew what the apologetic look on Peter or Gwen meant. He wasn't showing up.

"I'm sorry."

"Have I done something to... upset him this way? To the point of him maybe finding my company repulsive? "

Peter seized you with a frown.

"I know he is a busy man, wars don't wage on their own, I know much. But..." You shook your head and sighed, "Nevermind that. I'm just being pretentious. Bid you a good evening, ser Peter."

You bowed to him and left to your room. You had refused kindly your dinner.

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The next day a couple of guards entered your room as you were writing a letter for your parents. They saluted Peter and left.

"Your Majesty." He bowed and guided your to the medium sized wooden box.

"A gift from the king" Your eyes widened in surprise, your cheeks growing a bit warmer.

"Thank you, ser Peter." You smiled and rummaged through its contents, small squeal upon looking at the leathery notebook you had seen before. Peter left and you wasted no time into enjoying your gift.

Papers, watercolors, oil paints, colored waxes, painting brushes, paint remover, it felt like a dream. Your chest felt giddy at the idea that showed up in your mind.

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You gave Peter a small box with something you had done.

"Ser Peter?"

"Yes, your majesty?"

"Could you give this to the King?" You handed him a small velvet pouch. A small canvas in it.

"Do you think he would like it?"

"I'm sure he will, your majesty" Peter smiled.

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Miguel took the pouch suspiciously, but his eyes widened at the small painting of himself with a small piece of scroll. A fancy and curvy scribblings on it

Thank you for your kindness, my lord.

Your penmanship impeccable, years of princess etiquette and training reflected on it. his lips curved a bit. You had gotten a good angle of him.

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He snuck in your room as you had gone to the city with Peter and Gwen again. This time, the man with the pierced face came along.

He didn't expect it to be so you. Paintings you did, dried on the window, drawings of things that caught your interest the most; cherries, birds, nature, and kids. Not that he didn't trust you, he just wanted to see with his own eyes what you had done so far with his gift.

He was glad to find you hadn't wasted it at all. The leathery book however made him to pick it up. It was your own diary. His hands carefully flipped the pages, reading into his contents.

A drawing of him with the caption "king of Arachne and quite aloof." the latter in small letters. He sighed and flipped the pages.

The bakery man is such a gentleman! And his pies so scrumptious.

He chuckled at the little pie drawing you did. He found more descriptions in what seemed to be this type of ideal man for you. He rolled his eyes. But the last lines of the pages caught his interest the most.

After losing my brother, it has come to my thinking. I would love a big family on my own.

You wanted kids. Heirs.

The steps outside alerted him as he tossed the diary back on your bed, and soon you'd enter through the door. The way your eyes looked at him with surprise made his heart to flutter softly. He had met rivals in the battlefield, all giving him a horrifying look, begged him to not come closer. But never he had someone to look at him like you were.

His eyes softened as he walked over you. Lips pressed together, you bowed.

"My lord."

He bowed too, adding more wide at your surprise.

"Enjoying your gift?".

"Very much. Thank you." His thank you gift came into mind.

"Did you... receive mines?"

"Of course."

"Did you like?"

Sweet face looked at him, expectantly. His pulse quickened.

"Si." He mumbled and you looked at him confused for a second.

"I'll take it as a yes?" You smiled.

So so sweet.

He relaxed.

"I'll see you in the dining hall."

"Oh?"

To your surprise he looked at you as he took your hand and kissed the back of your soft palm.

"Don't be late". He left.

#miguel o'hara #t writes✨ #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv miguel #royal au #arranged marriage #💋 anon #loved this so much ♡ #asks and replies

[gojoluvs]

Forever yours.

⤿ Satoru Gojo × reader

Summary, The only reason why you even agreed to marry him was for your father. Now you wish you could go back in time and reject the offer.

Warning/ tags; angst, profanity, smoking, cursing, smut, cheating, mean gojo,

Genre; angst, cheating, infidelity, jik, Gojou × reader

Notes: the tag-list is open if you'd like to be mentioned everytime i update just send me a message also sorry for the spelling errors I didn’t have time to edit :c

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Feeling the warmth of the sun peek through the window, you awoke with a sense of longing.

Feeling the bed empty, you just sighed, realizing that Satoru was nowhere to be found and here you were, laying down on your honeymoon bed. Closing your eyes, all you could do was imagine how you used to wake up next to Toji, and how happy he looked to see you awake. You remembered how he used to caress you after you shared your good morning kiss, and tears began to well up in your eyes as you longed for those moments once again. But you also knew that those memories were in the past and that you had moved on.

"No, I swear to you," you could hear Satoru arguing with someone.

His voice was filled with frustration and desperation, as if he was trying to convince the person of something very important. His words were muffled, but his tone was unmistakable – he was pleading with them to believe him. Despite not knowing the context of the conversation, it was clear that Satoru was in a heated argument.

Confused, you got out of bed feeling a bit sore from last night's activities. As Satoru clenched his phone, you noticed him heading outside to talk to someone. You couldn't help but wonder who he was arguing with and what it could possibly be about.

As Gojo's friend spoke on the phone, he seemed to grow more and more agitated. "Listen Geto, please keep her distracted for now. I know how she gets when I'm out of town," he commanded, clearly worried about something.

"Don't worry, I've got it covered," replied Geto, Gojo's trusted friend and partner in crime. "I'll make sure to keep her entertained and away from her phone." Geto knew that Gojo's girlfriend was prone to constantly checking her phone, so he made a mental note to keep her busy with activities and conversations.

Noticing your presence, he began walking towards you, a look of desperation in his eyes. "Listen, I got to go. Just please do what I tell you," he pleaded before hanging up and letting out a heavy sigh.

"Who was that?" You questioned, watching as he walked past you and into the door. Rolling his eyes, you followed him inside. As he walked towards his desk, he replied, "Just another annoying colleague." You couldn't help but wonder why he seemed so irritated by this person's presence.

Right, you almost forgot that this man hated your guts. It was clear that he didn't want to be anything more than acquaintances, let alone friends. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment.

"We have a long day today, so wear your best outfit because I'm taking you out." Walking into the restroom, he closed the door.

As you stood there in awe, you couldn't help but wonder why he was suddenly taking you out. Did he have important business associates in town? Or was he trying to impress someone by showing off his new wife? The possibilities swirled through your mind as you anxiously waited for him to reveal the reason behind this unexpected outing.

Walking back outside you grabbed your phone hoping you could take a picture of the sunset and post it later.  Despite not being as famous and recognized as Satoru you did have a hefty amount of followers.

You quickly snapped a picture before heading back inside. Your heart dropped when you saw a notification, "Toji zen'in added to their story." Biting your lip, you clicked on the notification, taking you to his story. Your heart broke as you saw a photo of him and another woman.

To make matters worse, there was small writing in the photo that said, "Happy birthday to one of my greatest friends ever." It was clear that Toji was hanging out with other women now.

All you could do was feel disappointed that you were no longer in his life. Toji was your first love, your first best friend and your first everything. Letting him go now was possibly the worst thing you could ever do. With a longing sigh you walked back inside the house, deciding what you were going to wear for later.

As you stood in your closet, staring at your clothes, you couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness. Toji was the one who always helped you pick out your outfits and now he was gone. You never thought you would have to make these decisions alone again. With a heavy heart, you chose an outfit and got ready for the evening ahead, trying your best to push away the thoughts of Toji and the pain that accompanied them.

"You would look better if you wore white, compliments your face." he said, snapping you back to reality. Raising an eyebrow, you couldn't help but question his statement.

"Does it really compliment my face more?" you asked, slightly skeptical. He simply shrugged in response, leaving you to ponder if his opinion was genuine or just a ploy to get you to wear white.

You could see his tall figure leaning on the door frame. He had some black pants on but his hair was still wet. As you tried to turn away, you couldn't help but feel flustered at the sight of his bare chest. Quickly turning back around to change, you tried to push the thoughts out of your head. 

Before you knew it, you were already inside a Rolls Royce that Satoru had rented. You were in the front seat, watching the clouds slowly move as you thought about your new life back home. You used to work for Toji's company, but now that you had split up with him, you had to figure out your next move.

Would you stay in the same industry or try something completely new? It was a daunting thought, but you were excited for the possibilities that lay ahead.

As you stared at the ground, lost in thoughts, you couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. If only you had followed through with your feelings for Toji, maybe you would have a different life now. But instead, you chose to marry Satoru, hoping for a better future. Yet here you were, still struggling and hoping for a job from your husband's family.

And as you thought about Satoru and his lover, you couldn't help but wonder why they hadn't taken the next step in their relationship after dating for so long. Perhaps things would have been different if you hadn't married him. But it was too late for what-ifs, as you were now stuck in a bittersweet limbo, unsure of what the future held for you.

The constant thoughts and questions about why your father chose the Gojo family continued to linger in your mind. You couldn't understand why he would choose them over all the other families in the neighborhood.

You couldn't recall ever being close to the Gojos, especially Satoru, who seemed to ignore you most of the time. The only time he ever showed any kindness towards you was when he gave you his umbrella on a rainy day in high school. But even then, you could sense his disdain towards you. You couldn't help but wonder why he never showed any interest in you, even though you knew you were not the most attractive girl, you were sure you were still worthy of someone's attention.

You still remembered the day your family got invited to one of their annual big parties. You had no friends there, only Satoru. Despite feeling like a lost puppy, you followed him around until he suddenly turned on you. He told you to leave him alone and that he didn't want to be associated with someone like you. To this day, you are still confused as to what you did wrong to get on his bad side.

"We're going to be meeting some of my friends who stay by here so please, be at your best." nodding your head all you could do was keep your head low.

You just wanted to go home. forget about this whole stupid marriage. However, as you follow along to meet your soon-to-be spouse's friends, you can't help but feel a sense of dread and sadness. You know that you're only going through with this marriage for the sake of your family's business and reputation, and not because of love.

Your heart aches as you remember your true love, who you had to leave behind for this arrangement. You can only hope that your true love is happy and that someday you can be together again.

You might've been married to Satoru but your heart only belonged to one man. The man who helped you throughout everything. He was your confidant, your best friend, and your soulmate. The one who knew you better than anyone else and loved you unconditionally.

Despite your marriage to Satoru, your heart never wavered and remained devoted to this man who had been there for you through thick and thin. No matter what obstacles you faced, he was always by your side, providing unwavering support and love. He was the true love of your life, and no amount of time or distance could ever change that.

Hopefully Toji would wait for you, because you knew deep down you wanted only him. This marriage meant absolutely nothing to you and you were going to keep it like that. You couldn't risk losing your true feelings for Satoru, no matter how strong they were, and you were determined to keep them buried deep inside.

You couldn't let yourself fall for him, because if you did, you were afraid of what might happen and how it would affect your life.

As you sat in the passenger seat, watching as the car passed by the city of Santorini, you couldn't shake off the feeling of anxiety. Meeting his friends for some reason made you feel scared and uncertain. Did they know that this marriage was fake? Did they believe his lies? You couldn't help but wonder what would happen if the truth came out.

You knew your sole purpose in this arranged marriage was to give birth to an heir to their company. You always wanted kids but you wanted to have them with the man you loved. However, you were forced into this marriage and knew that you couldn't do anything about it. Your heart broke knowing that you would never have the opportunity to have children with the person you truly loved.

Despite the challenges, you were determined to give this child the best life possible. You knew that their parents may not have loved each other, but you were committed to making sure their upbringing was not affected by it. You were determined to provide a loving and nurturing environment for them, and you were ready to face any obstacles that may come your way.

feeling the car arubtly stopped you raised your head. Seeing a beautiful beach house in front of you. Satoru rolled down the window pressing the small button to talk in the intercom in the gate.

"Its Satoru Gojo, im here for the party." he said. Greeting the guard and gave his name, waiting for the gate to open. As the car slowly made its way up the winding driveway, you couldn't help but admire the stunning architecture of the beach house.

The sleek design, the ocean view, and the lush landscaping all added to the allure of this luxurious property. You couldn't wait to explore and relax in this beautiful setting.

You quickly grabbed your purse and headed out to the car. As you closed the door behind you, the wind gushed and blew your hair gently. The chilly atmosphere sent shivers down your spine. Suddenly, you felt Satoru's arms wrap around your waist as he led you towards the entrance of the house.

Before you entered inside he stopped you, "wait, take out your phone and take a picture of us together. post it later." he said. Nodding you grabbed your phone out of your purse. Leaning your head towards satoru, you smiled.

Before you could even protest, he snatched your phone and stuffed it into his pocket. "You won't be needing this today. I'm keeping it until later," he stated sternly, giving you a piercing look.

The door opened and you were greeted with a tall man with blonde hair. "Satoru, nice to see you." He said hugging him before landing his gaze at you.  "I see you brought a guest, i'll tell shoko." he said smiling at you before motioning to come inside.

The man, whom Satoru introduced as his friend Kento Nanami, smiled brightly at you. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he said with a warm handshake. His blonde hair was neatly styled, and his tall frame exuded confidence.

The man's words were barely audible over the sound of the crashing waves. He gestured towards the door leading to the back, which opened up to a stunning view of the beach.

"Everyone's outside if you'd like to follow me," he repeated, beckoning the others to join him. "And feel free to come by anytime, the beach is always open for our guests." With a smile, he stepped outside.

There was a pleasant atmosphere, with everyone dressed in bright summery colors. Soft classical music played in the background, while the sound of people chatting filled the air.

The house was undoubtedly expensive, but its breathtaking view of the beach made it worth every penny. Its grand size and stunning surroundings left you feeling awestruck.

"Is that who I think it is?" said a woman with long brown hair, her slight eye bags only adding to her undeniable beauty. She seemed to be in deep thought, her gaze fixed on the figure walking towards her. As they got closer, she couldn't believe her eyes - it was her childhood best friend who she hadn't seen in years.

"Shoko," Satoru smiled before embracing the woman. "How have you been? It's been a while since we last saw each other."

Shoko smiled warmly and replied, "I've been good, thank you. How about you?"

"I've been good as well," he said, introducing you to his friend. As you shook her hand, you couldn't help but notice the warmth in her smile. "And this is my wife, Y/N," he continued.

"I see geto has been putting in the work," he said, placing a hand on the baby bump she had.

"Don't say that... It was unexpected, but yes, Geto is the father." She smiled, placing her hand over his.  "I never thought I would be doing this with him, but I couldn't be happier." They both looked down at the baby bump.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal at the mention of a baby, especially when Satoru had touched her belly with such adoration. It was a harsh reminder that he only wanted you for a child, nothing more. You looked at her with a mixture of sadness and longing, unable to find the words to express your feelings.

Satoru was casually talking to shoko, making comments about her pregnancy and how happy he was for her and geto. You stood there baffled that he had the audacity to act so kindly to them but never to you. Deep down you wondered how he'd be if you'd never married him.

Despite the amount of people at the party, you couldn't shake the feeling of shame and regret for being there. The sight of the other woman, who was most likely his true love, only added to your feelings of inadequacy.

You couldn't help but think that he never truly loved you, and never will, because of the arranged marriage your father forced upon you. You didn't want to show your tears in public, so you silently told yourself to "suck it up." But deep down, you couldn't ignore the fact that his lover must have had it worse than you, being in love with a man who only saw her as a pawn in a business deal. You couldn't help but feel envious of her freedom.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of resentment towards Satoru and Shoko. You knew you would have to live with him until you bore a child of his, but the thought of being left again made your heart ache. You longed for true companionship and love, but instead, you were forced to endure a loveless marriage for the sake of bearing an heir. The loneliness and emptiness you felt only grew stronger with each passing day, and you couldn't help but wonder if this was truly all life had in store for you.

Your silently closed your eyes, letting the smell of the beach fill your nose. Exhaling, trying to recompose yourself after almost crying. You licked your lips before putting on a smile and opening your eyes again. You couldn't help but feel grateful for the peaceful setting of the beach and the calming sound of the waves crashing against the shore. It was the perfect place to gather your thoughts and regain control of your emotions. As you took a deep breath, you felt a sense of relief wash over you, knowing that you were able to overcome your emotions and put on a brave face.

You walked towards satoru, your heels clicking with each step. You hooked your arm with his before engaging in the conversation he was having.

"So, will you be the godmother and godfather of my child?" She said scrunching her nose. You were taken aback by her request, unsure if you were ready for such a responsibility. Your husband's hesitant look mirrored your own thoughts. You

You took a deep breath before finally answering, "We would be honored." Shoko's smile widened as she thanked you both, and you couldn't help but feel excited for the journey ahead as godparents to her child.

As he walked away, you couldn't help but notice the look of concern on his face. You wondered what could be going on inside his mind and if everything was okay. Shoko's presence also made you feel a bit uneasy, as if she knew something that you didn't. You found yourself anxiously waiting for his return, hoping that he would come back and explain the sudden tension in the air. "It'll get better."

"What do you mean?" you asked, turning to face her with a confused expression. She tucked a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear as she looked at you with a pitiful expression.

"I know about everything, but please just give him a chance," she pleaded with a heavy sigh, placing her hand on her belly and starting to rub it. "I know it may seem like he hated you, but the truth is, he doesn't. He's just struggling to deal with his own emotions, Y/N." She looked at You with compassion, hoping to ease the tension between you and Satoru. "Please, give him a chance to make things right."

"I know it may be difficult for you to understand, but there were things that happened before you came into the picture," she explained with a sigh. "Him and Jiiyuu had a long history before you arrived, and it's not your fault that he's acting this way." As you stared at her, you couldn't help but feel baffled by her words. How could he blame you for something that happened before you even knew him?

You avoided her gaze, staring at the floor you just wanted to disappear. To never been seen again, maybe then you could feel loved. Despite not knowing Satoru as much and just being recently married your heart ached. You knew him for almost all your life and for him it was like you were a mere bug in his life, easy to be forgotten.

The pain of unrequited love consumed you as you stood there, unable to face the woman you had spoken to. You couldn't help but feel invisible, ignored and insignificant in the eyes of the one you loved. No matter how much time and effort you put into your relationship, it seemed like you were never enough for them. And as you stood there, longing for their love and attention, you couldn't help but wonder if it was worth it to continue chasing after someone who would never truly see you.

"I see," your voice barely audible. You felt the need to swallow, holding back your tears you continued to look at the ground.

"Just please," She grabbed your hands placing hers on top of yours. As her warm hands consumed yours, you felt the sudden feeling of coldness gone, even if just for that simple moment she stared at you. "Give him a chance," she pleaded, her eyes filled with sincerity and hope.

In that moment, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of doubt and hesitation fade away as you considered her words. Maybe, just maybe, she was right and you should give him a chance. You had to remember he lost someone he loved too.

You smiled kindly at her, thanking her before going off to find your husband. You bit your lips trying to spot your white haired husband but it didn't take you long. You spotted him speaking animatedly with Kento and another man wearing glasses.

You debated on walking towards him, what if you were a nuisance? Or what if he just didn't want to try in this marriage as you did. These thoughts swirled in your head as you stood at a distance, unsure of what to do. You didn't want to bother him or make things more difficult, but you also couldn't help but feel hurt and frustrated by his lack of effort in the marriage. You were torn between approaching him and confronting him, or simply walking away and accepting that things may never change.

Your thoughts were abruptly disturbed when you saw a man with pinkish hair approaching you. He stood tall and had two small tattoo markings on his face. As he got closer, you noticed a mischievous glint in his eyes and your heart began to race.

"What's a pretty lady doing out here alone, huh?" he said, grinning as he stuck out his hand in a polite manner. You kindly smiled back, unaware of who the man was. You didn't mind the company and thought it would be nice to have some conversation.

"Oh please, you must have me confused. I'm no pretty lady," you giggled, correcting the stranger. You then introduced yourself and accepted his hand, shaking it firmly before he introduced himself in return.

"I'm Ryomen Sukuna," he introduced himself, a mischievous grin on his face as he stuck his hands into his pant pockets. Despite his playful demeanor, it was clear that he was a handsome man. "Nice to meet you, Y/N Gojo."

"So tell me, are you here alone or with someone?" Tilting your head to where your husband stood you sighed.

"Im with my husband, you might know him actually." He raised one eyebrow, pouting his lips he looked at the crowd trying to guess which one was it.

"Hm, is it that ugly fella with the black hair?" You giggled, rolling your eyes at him. You shook your head in denial. "No, that's actually some random person I don't know," You replied with a smile. "But nice try."

"Try again." You said, shaking your head as you grabbed a pastry from the pastry table. You couldn't resist indulging in one before heading back to your seat. You had made your way over to the table without even realizing it, too absorbed in the conversation with a certain man.

"Oh I see, you're talking about Gojo," he said, pausing to point his finger directly at where your husband was sitting. "That albino looking guy," he added with a smirk.

Before you could even engage in an actual conversation, you were pulled away from the man, your husband standing in front of you defensively. "Don't talk to my wife," he said, his tone filled with jealousy and possessiveness. It was clear that he didn't trust you and didn't want anyone else to have a chance to get close to you.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, a sly grin forming on his lips. He had always found Satoru's rigid attitude towards relationships amusing. But now, as he leaned in closer to Gojo, he couldn't resist teasing him about his own love life. "Oh please, funny coming from someone with..." he paused dramatically, enjoying the way Satoru's expression shifted. "with a lover."

"I can't believe you would choose that disgusting excuse for a person over a mature, respectable woman like her." He said, with a hint of bitterness in his voice. He then quickly composed himself and found his way back to his seat. Satoru grabbed onto your arm, pulling you along with him to your seat as well.

You could feel the tension in the air as you avoided his gaze, knowing that he was fuming with anger. He was visibly biting the inside of his cheek in an attempt to control himself, his anger only intensifying at the mention of his lover and the insult Sukuna had thrown his way. Despite the fact that you were the one wearing the ring, it was clear that he did not care about you at all, and it was painfully evident in that moment.

You gripped the fabric of your white dress, feeling the soft material between your fingers. As you ran your hands over the delicate fabric, you couldn't help but admire the intricate stitching and the way the dress hugged your curves perfectly. The softness of the fabric against your skin made you feel elegant and confident, something you hadn't been feeling in a while.

Shoko smiled as she addressed the guests, her voice projecting through the microphone. "Thank you all for coming, we'll be having games soon as per every baby shower has one. These games are a fun way for everyone to participate and celebrate the new arrival. We hope you enjoy them and have a great time!"

Truth be told, you wanted to run and escape from this form of everyone's expectations. You longed to return to your old life, free from the pressure and obligations that came with being the chosen one for an arranged marriage. You felt sorry for yourself for being so naive, thinking that Satoru would just accept the situation without any objections. In all honesty, who would want to be in your position?

However, you couldn't help but feel envious of the vastness and freedom that the sea represents. You longed to be able to travel and explore without any responsibilities or worries holding you back. As you gazed at the sea, you couldn't help but compare your stagnant and unfulfilling marriage to the endless possibilities that the sea seemed to offer.

You stayed staring at the sea, lost in thought about your miserable life. You wondered if maybe being with Toji, your best friend and lover, could be like the sea - a source of solace and escape from your troubles. The rhythmic crashing of the waves and vast expanse of the ocean seemed to offer a sense of peace and possibility that you longed for in your daily life.

The wind gushed over you, a few of your hairs falling out of place. Bringing up your hand to fix it you tucked your hair behind one ear. You longed to be loved, to be someones everything again. Maybe it was regret you were filling, or maybe you just felt like you deserved absolutely nothing. As you sat there, the emptiness inside you grew, and you couldn't help but wonder if anyone would ever see you for who you truly are and love you unconditionally. The loneliness and longing for a deep connection weighed heavily on your heart, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing from your life.

You never wanted to be the cause of someone else's heartbreak, yet here you are, living a life that was meant for someone else. You can't help but feel guilty and unworthy of any love. Every time you looked at Satoru, you were reminded of the fact that you were not the one they were meant to be with. It's a constant internal struggle and you can't help but wonder if things would have been different if you had just followed your heart.

"Y/N?" You're thoughts were interrupted by Shoko, her hand sticking out to help you get up. "It's you and Satoru turn for the blindfolded diaper game."

You took her hand, following her to the center. Everyones eyes looking at you and your husband. They handed you a blindfold. Grabbing the soft fabric they placed it on your eyes, tightening it before starting the game. Every other couple had their own doll, having to change the diaper before anyone else did.

"Go!" Shoko giggled seeing everyone start.

As the game began, you could hear the sound of rustling fabric and giggles from the other couples. You and your husband carefully felt for the diaper pins and began to change the doll's diaper, trying to do it as quickly and accurately as possible. The crowd cheered and laughed as the game progressed, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with the other couples.

Despite the blindfold, you and your husband worked together seamlessly, and in the end, you were declared the winners. As the blindfold was removed, you were surprised.

"Y/N and Satoru take that one! Seems like she's a lucky lady, huh? He knows how to change diapers!" exclaimed one of Shoko's friends.

You chuckled awkwardly as you found your seat, sitting down next to your husband. "I didn't know you knew how to change diapers," he said with a genuine confused look. You looked down and shrugged, "I guess I learned something new."

You caught a look on his phone, seeing he was texting a certain number you remembered seeing.

before you knew it the day had come to an end, you were already back at the Hotel cave you had rented out. You felt mentally and physically exhausted. For some reason you felt more at peace now. Maybe it was because you had come to realization that you could never make Satoru love you, but yet you knew you had to try. At elast for Toji, his last words being "Take care of yourself, okay?” It hurt so bad.

Satoru was in the restroom getting changed, practically forgetting about your existence. You stood outside, feeling a mix of emotions - irritation at being forgotten and a sense of loneliness.

“Toji… Please never forget about me.” As you stood there, lost in your memories of Toji, you couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and sadness. Even though he was gone, he was still a big part of your life, and you could never forget about him. The thought of him fading from your mind was unbearable. You hoped that wherever he was, he knew how much you missed him and how much he meant to you.

You threw yourself on the bed, kicking off your heels and undressing yourself, you unclipped your bra and grabbed a big T-shirt stopping as you recognized it. It was one of Tojis shirts or rather as he said, his “lucky” shirt. He had explained to you that he met you with this shirt on so he had gave it the title the “lucky” shirt as he was lucky enough to meet you.

As you held the shirt in your hands, memories of him flooded your mind. You remembered how he would always wear this shirt on your date nights, how he would always smell like his cologne mixed with your perfume when he wore it. Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized that you would never see him wear it again. You threw the shirt back onto the bed and collapsed onto the pillows, wishing you could turn back time and hold onto those happy moments forever. But now, all you had left were memories and his "lucky" shirt.

Hearing the doorknob unlock you quickly grabbed the shirt and put it on, leaving you in just ur panties and Toji’s shirt. You grabbed the soft sheets of the bed and pulled it down, going under the sheets you faced away from Satoru who has just gotten out the restroom. You didn’t dare to say a word to him.

You could feel his eyes on you, but you pretended to be asleep. You didn't want to face the awkwardness of the situation and you hoped he would just leave you alone. But then you felt the bed shift as he climbed in next to you. Your heart raced as you felt his arm wrap around you, pulling you close.

"Why do you smell different, more..." he paused, slowly sitting up from the bed and turning on the small lamp next to him. "You smell like cologne," he said, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. He couldn't quite place the scent, but it was definitely different from the usual lavender and vanilla perfume you wore.

You tried to reply before he took the shirt off you, “Its Toji’s isnt it.” He stared at you not daring to blink, his intense gaze making you feel vulnerable and exposed. You could see the anger and betrayal in his eyes as he realized you had been wearing another man's shirt.

"I didn't think it was such a big deal," you covered your chest with your arms as a shiver ran through your body. The coldness of the hotel cave was biting, causing goosebumps to emerge on your skin. You could feel the chill in the air, but it was nothing compared to the icy feeling in your heart.

Satoru gripped the shirt before throwing it, most likely hiding it later on. “A big deal? my wife wearing another’s man shirt? not a big deal?” He scoffed grabbing one of his shirts and throwing it to you.

"You must be stupid or something," he muttered, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "And don't pretend to be shy. I've seen your breasts before." With a scoff, he turned off the lamp and lay back down in bed next to you. You couldn't believe his audacity and felt hurt by his crude words. It was clear that he didn't value or respect you, and you couldn't help but question why you still stayed with him.

Today was your last day of the so called “honeymoon”.

You loathed every moment spent here with Satoru. You envied anyone who didn't have to endure being in his presence. You would rather be dead than ever come back here with him again.

You hated the fact that you married such a handsome man. You couldn't help but feel conflicted, as his sleeping figure appeared so peaceful and innocent. It was hard to reconcile this image with the way he treated you, with the hurtful words he would say and the way he would make you feel small and insignificant. Yet, here he was, arms wrapped around you, his touch so gentle and loving. It was a constant battle between your heart and your mind, torn between loving and loathing this man. But in this moment, as you awoke to his sleeping figure, you couldn't help but feel a small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, things could be different between you two.

As expected, he wasn't wearing a shirt and you were surprised to find that you weren't wearing one either. You couldn't help but feel a rush of heat to your cheeks as you realized you were practically skin to skin with him. The close proximity and lack of clothing added an unexpected tension to the situation, making your heart race and your mind race with thoughts of what could happen next.

Despite your initial attempts to escape his grasp, you found yourself unable to resist the comforting presence of the man in front of you. You couldn't help but feel drawn to this peaceful version of him, free from his usual toxic behavior. You gently placed your hand on his smooth, shiny skin, reveling in the softness of his cheek and the fullness of his lips. Your thoughts turned to kissing him, but you quickly scolded yourself for even considering such a thing. He may be different now, but he was still the same man who had caused you so much pain.

You gently brushed one of his hairs out of his face, revealing his forehead. With a sigh, you spoke his name, "Satoru." You shook his shoulder, hoping to rouse him from his slumber.

His blue icy eyes staring back at you, he released his grip and rubbed his face tiredly. "Mm, Gmorning," he grumbled, clearly not a morning person. Despite his rough exterior, you couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and comfort in his presence.

“Today's the last day of our vacation and I want to do something memorable, something that will make this trip even more special. Please, can we do something fun and romantic together?” He let out a deep sigh before getting up from the bed.

Without saying a word, he walked straight to the restroom, leaving you feeling disappointed and unheard. You could hear the sound of the faucet being turned on, a clear indication that your requests were being ignored.

Once again you were alone, somethinf you were going to have to get used to now. You got up grabbing the white t-shirt your husband gave you last night.

You walked outside extending your arms up stretching your sore muscles and gazing at the sunset. You took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh, salty air and feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin. As you looked out at the stunning view of the caldera and the sparkling Aegean Sea, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment. Despite the painful memories associated with this place, you knew that this beautiful view would always hold a special place in your heart. You took another deep breath of fresh air and let out a content sigh, feeling the tension from your muscles slowly dissipate. The warm sun on your face and the gentle breeze made for the perfect morning routine.

You could feel the tension in the room as you walked in, but you didn't know how to break the silence. Satoru seemed completely absorbed in his phone, not even sparing a glance in your direction. You walked straight towards the restroom, in need of a bath. You stripped yourself off your clothing. immediately going into the hot shower, feeling it go over your body you could finally relax.

As the warm water cascaded over your body, you could feel the tension and stress melting away. It was as if the shower was washing away all the worries and troubles of the day. The soothing sound of the water and the comforting warmth enveloped you, providing a sense of calm and peace. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, feeling grateful for this moment of relaxation amidst the chaos of the day.

Suddenly, the sound of the bathroom door opening caught your attention. You turned to see your husband walking in and casually brushing his teeth, not even noticing you in the shower. As you watched him, you couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness and disconnect. Despite being in the same space, it felt like you were in different worlds.

“Listen, we’re going to go eat dinner then we can go see what we can do alright?” You hummed in return not paying attention to a single world he said. You knew that his words were empty and insincere. He had a habit of saying things to placate you, but his actions always spoke louder.

You just wanted to go home, to find a new hobby to preoccupy yourself with. You got yourself ready, elegant enough for a so called “dinner” he was taking you too.

He emerged from outside grabbing his wallet and keys he closed the door before heading out by the parking area. “Its kind off like a cruise but its only for a few hours so stay with me at all times, got it?” You nodded back entering the car with your husband.

As you drove to the harbor, your husband explained that the boat you were about to board was a yacht rented out for private events. You were excited for the mini cruise and couldn't wait to see what the night had in store. As you boarded the yacht, the sun started to set and the view was breathtaking. You thanked your husband for the surprise and promised to stay by his side throughout the night.

The sun was setting, casting a beautiful orange glow over the ocean and the yacht. As you stood next to Satoru, you could feel the warmth of his arm against yours. You both tried chatting with the other couples on the yacht, enjoying each other's company and the stunning view. The drinks were delicious and you could feel yourself relaxing more and more, grateful for this chance to spend time with Satoru. Maybe this trip would be the turning point in your relationship.

You felt the vibration through Satorus pants, indicating that someone was trying to reach him. With a brief apology, he excused himself and made his way to the other side of the yacht to take the call in privacy. From your spot on the deck, you watched as he paced back and forth, his expression growing more serious by the second. You couldn't help but wonder who could be calling him in the middle of your vacation again.

Feeling dejected and alone after being stood up by Satoru, you decided to drown your sorrows and headed to a nearby bar. While nursing your drink, you struck up a conversation with a group of people who, to your surprise, were also on their honeymoon.

Particularly, you had met this rather old couple, they were in their 40s and said that this was their third time back in the mini cruise. They were sitting at the deck, enjoying the ocean view and sipping on some cocktails. "We just love the atmosphere and the relaxation that comes with being on this cruise," the woman said, smiling at her partner. "It's like a mini vacation from our busy lives," the man added, nodding in agreement.

"You're absolutely gorgeous!" exclaimed the woman as she took a sip of her cocktail, once again admiring the stunning symmetry of your facial features. She couldn't help but notice the way your eyes sparkled in the dim lighting of the bar, or the way your smile lit up the room. It was as if you were the perfect combination of beauty and charm, making it impossible for her to take her eyes off of you.

"Thank you so much, you look rather gorgeous yourself," you replied, smiling at her compliments.

"Now tell me, why are you here all by yourself?" The woman asked, tilting her head with curiosity.

"Well," you begin, trying to come up with a plausible excuse, "I just needed some time alone to clear my head. It's been a stressful few weeks and I wanted to take a break from everything." You flash a fake smile, hoping she wouldn't catch on to your lie about your husband. You knew he was here, but he was too busy talking to his mistress on the phone to notice your absence.

As you stood nervously in front of her, she playfully nudged you and said, "Well, let's hope some young, handsome man here can swoon you and steal your heart." You couldn't help but laugh at her teasing words, and her smile only grew wider. She gestured for you to come and talk more, and you found yourself feeling more at ease in her presence.

You tried to look for satoru, to no avail was no where to be found. You sighed in disappointment following the middle aged couple back outside. “You know i used to be just like you,” she said.

You tilted your head confused, “Just like me?”

“I would often take spontaneous trips to new places, whether it was a nearby hiking trail or a faraway city. Being in a new environment helped me to relax and forget about my stressors for a while. The excitement of exploring a new place and the freedom of being away from my usual routine brought me a sense of peace and clarity. And even though it may have seemed impulsive to others, I never regretted taking these adventures to clear my mind.”

"That's also how I met my now husband," she continued, "and I can tell you from experience that it's important to always be certain if the man you are marrying is the right person for you." She went on to give you further tips and advice on marriage, sharing her own personal stories and lessons learned.

You didn't know why she was so comforting, maybe it was the way she kind of reminded you of your mother in some way or maybe because you needed someone as wise as her to speak with you. You were grateful for the empathy she showed towards you and the insightful advice she gave. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders after talking to her.

"You're a beautiful young woman," she said, smiling at you before taking off her sunglasses. "Never settle for less because there's always someone who would do anything for you." Her words resonated with you.

Almost the entire night you spent it with the couple, talking about your future and what college you went to. The whole night was filled with laughter and you had realized mid way through it that Satoru still hadn’t came back.

You had found out the womens name was Akari Nitta, she was probably one of the nicest people you had ever met. As the night went on, you couldn't help but feel grateful for meeting Akari Nitta. Her kindness and warmth made you feel at ease, and the drinks only added to the pleasant experience. You found yourself opening up to her, sharing stories and laughing together. The alcohol slowly took over your body, making you feel lightheaded and carefree.

Despite just knowing the couple for a few hours, you felt an instant connection with them. It was as if they could see right through you, making it impossible to hide anything. Before you knew it, you were pouring your heart out to them, telling them everything that had been happening between you and your husband. Akari's anger was palpable, and you knew she would do anything to protect you from Satoru's mistreatment. "Oh sweetheart, don't cry," she said, wiping away your tears as they fell down your cheeks.

Although you despised alcohol and the hold it had over you, you found it to be a temporary escape from the harsh reality of your life. It was a fleeting moment of calm amidst the chaos and pain that plagued you daily. It was a temporary numbing of the emotions and memories that haunted you, making it easier to endure the present. But deep down, you knew that alcohol was only a band-aid for your problems, and it would never truly solve them.

To make matters worse your husband happened to appear by you after the many hours he was gone he was surprised to see you crying. “Y/N, whats wrong?” You could tell he was genuinely concerned as to why he came back to his wife crying.

Jiyuu had been drunk calling Satoru, telling him how she missed his touch and how she wouldn’t wait for him to divorce you. The whole time without you knowing he was calling her and couldn’t even be with you on your last day of your honeymoon.

"You... You're a disgrace," she said with venom in her voice as she spat at Satoru, who looked back at her with a bewildered expression.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" His eyebrows furrowed as he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer. You stood there, confused and unsure of what was happening.

"You should be ashamed of yourself," she continued, her voice shaking with anger. "How could you treat such a wonderful and sweet girl like absolute shit? And then insult her like if it was her fault?” Her words pierced through the air, leaving him speechless and ashamed. People stopping by see what was going on.

His eyes widened, “Listen old hag, Shes my wife and stay out of our love life.” He narrowed his eyes as his anger flared, "I don't need your meddling in my relationship! She's my wife and I'll handle our problems on my own." He clenched his jaw and shot a fierce glare at the old woman, challenging her to say anything else.

Her voice trembled with emotion as she continued, "She deserves to be treated with love and respect, not like a worthless object." Her words were filled with anger and disappointment towards the man standing in front of her. "You are nothing but a coward, incapable of taking responsibility for your actions." She turned and walked away, leaving the man to contemplate his behavior towards the girl. “wonder how disappointed your mother would be.” she spat back Shaking her head.

The yacht abruptly stopped, causing you to stumble into Satoru's arms. "Toru, let's go home, please," you slurred, clearly intoxicated. Satoru could tell that you were completely wasted and in no condition to continue partying on the yacht.

The words the woman had said hit him hard, he carried you to the car and placed you on the passenger seat. You had fallen asleep once he carried you. As he drove, he couldn't help but replay her words in his mind. He sighed not wanting to deal with anything else. His world already felt like it was crashing and this? Just made it worse. He wondered how he was going to handle this situation and if he could even fix it. The weight of it all suddenly felt too heavy to bear.

The car ride was quiet, save for the occasional snore from you as you slept soundly in the passenger seat. He couldn't help but feel conflicted about his feelings for you. On one hand, he wanted to stay true to his commitment to jiyuu, but on the other hand, you brought a sense of peace and comfort that he couldn't find elsewhere. He knew he had to be careful, not wanting to lead you on or hurt jiyuu in any way. But deep down, he couldn't deny the guilt he felt for you.

He couldn't bear the thought of losing Jiyuu again. It was like a constant ache in his chest, a reminder of the love he once had and lost. He couldn't understand why he resented you so much, why he treated you so badly when you didn't even want the marriage either. He was torn between his loyalty to Jiyuu and his duty to make the marriage work. But deep down, he knew that he could never truly love anyone else the way he loved Jiyuu.

However, he was determined to make his dream a reality, even if it meant sacrificing his marriage and causing heartbreak. In the end, he was able to be with the person he truly loved, but at what cost?

He parked the car before getting out and carrying you once again, he could obviously tell you had one to many drinks as you couldnt even wake up from it. Finally he made it to the house Gently placing you on the bed, he changed you out of your clothes and put you in something rather warming. All he could do was just stare, stare at your flushed cheeks and your glowy skin. He could tell you had been crying because your lips were slightly more plump and your eyes were a but puffy.

Feeling a pang of guilt, he couldn't help but wonder what could have caused you to drink so much. He made a mental note to check on you in the morning and make sure you were okay. As he turned to leave, he couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness over you, even though he barely knew you. He hoped that you would be okay and that he could help you in any way possible. With a final glance, he quietly left the room, hoping that you would wake up feeling better in the morning.

He didn’t mind picking up your stuff and putting it in your suitcase, remembering that you had to wake up early tomorrow he ordered room service and asked them to bring some Advil for the headache you were sure going to have tomorrow.

He couldn't quite put his finger on the reason for his sudden change in behavior towards you. It could have been the influence of the stranger's words, or perhaps it was the weight of his guilt that finally caught up to him. Whatever the reason may be, it was clear that he was making an effort to be kind to you in this moment.

As he lay in bed, he kicked off his shoes and reached into his pocket to grab his phone. He scrolled through social media, occasionally glancing over at you lying next to him. Suddenly, his phone vibrated, and he quickly sat up, intrigued by the notification. He leaned over, seeing your sleeping figure he sighed in relief. He opened the message, seeing it was Jiyuu trying to text him at 2:04 in the morning.

+1 *** *** ****; love you Toru, don’t forget that.

He bit his lip contemplating if he should reply back, 'Toru...' he remembered the nickname gracefully slipping out of your mouth, and for some reason, it made him smile. He couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and fondness towards you.

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[jeonstellate]

even a fool knows

seungcheol captures people’s hearts wherever he goes, but there’s really only one heart he dreams of capturing: yours.

๑彡 choi seungcheol x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 arranged marriage!au, unrequited love!au — angst

๑彡 paragraph format — 1.4K words

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๑彡 title is taken from stray kids’ mixtape: on track (whose lyrics fit with the ‘other side’ of this story, albeit i would never write it).

People always say Choi Seungcheol would make a perfect husband.

They would constantly say how lucky his future spouse would be to have him as their other half.

And, really, how could they not? Choi Seungcheol was flawless in their eyes: someone who was wise, witty, and well-mannered in every which way.

Every time a variation of such comments were uttered to him directly, Seungcheol could only express his appreciation. After all, it would not be appropriate to disagree to a compliment — even if he personally begged to differ.

Choi Seungcheol, no matter how hard others try to engrave it in his brain, just could not see himself like they do. Aside from despising the bitter aftertaste of narcissism, it was something he found difficult to wrap his head around.

He knew no one could be perfect: not in everything — not even in anything. Approaching near perfection seemed impossible, too, since improvements could not really be maxed out. There were always upgrades to be made, may they be in someone or something.

And Seungcheol knew he was no exception.

However, a part of him still dared to hope that he was one; a part of him still hoped that he was perfect — or close to, at least. Then, perhaps, he would finally be worthy of owning your heart.

You were someone who had always been by Seungcheol’s side — as he was with you — ever since you two were children. While he gradually saw himself develop romantic feelings for you over the years, he was also there to witness you gradually fall for someone else. And, likewise, he was there to watch the heartbreak you suffered upon finding out that your love was set to marry someone else.

Seungcheol, albeit he was pained whenever he heard you talk about your love and whenever he had the misfortune to see you both together, never once wished for you two to separate. He found no joy in seeing your heart break into a thousand pieces. As his love, he could never curse you with a suffering much greater in magnitude than his own.

It was even safer to say that he would have preferred to shoulder all the pain of not being loved enough in return if it meant you never had to experience such heartbreak.

But, of course, he was not particularly the universe’s favorite — and so were you.

When the condition of your succession to your father’s seat came to light, Seungcheol was notably your only choice. The actual owner of your heart had long been away and unavailable before marriage even became a question for you and you were really not in the right headspace to try and seek a potential husband within a stranger. Thus, despite not being your first choice, he had become your only one.

You were the one to ask for his hand. To ease his uncertainty, your question came with a promise you knew he would not refuse. "I cannot promise that I will give you my heart, but I swear I will not let anyone else stand by my side other than you."

You had known for a while that Seungcheol was in love with you. After all, while everyone told him what a perfect husband he would make, they also congratulated you for capturing his heart. You never acted upon such knowledge nor did you do anything to acknowledge it, though. At least, not until—

Choi Seungcheol ultimately accepted. Yes, it hurt when you explicitly told him you could not promise him your heart, but your offer to reserve the spot next to you as his and his alone was too tempting to pass. He knew, with that kind of opportunity, he would at least have time by his side to convince you how worthy he was of your heart.

He never loved you suffocatingly, even after your wedding. Rather, he settled to continue loving you as he always had: subtly, with small gestures — and occasionally grand ones with a new excuse of "keeping up appearances." With those — and other things — he dared to hope he was winning your heart, even if bit by bit.

In addition to your oath, you also granted Seungcheol the power to ask for divorce — no question asked. He did insist that he would not be needing it, but you still kept it in your contract as a form of a way out for him.

And, really, Seungcheol honestly thought he would not. After all, while you might think you were trapping him, he never thought of it as such.

He did not think he was trapping you, either. At least not until your love reappeared — with no strings attached. No spouse clinging to his arm, no ring on his finger, not even another home faraway to go back to. He could not be bothered to learn what happened to your love’s spouse — mostly because, whatever the circumstance might be, one thing still remained: he was now the only one standing in your way to true happiness.

Choi Seungcheol, despite people’s insistence on how perfect of a husband he would make, found himself at a loss. When he witnessed that your time apart did not even subdued your feelings for another, he had reckoned that his time to attempt to win your heart had come to an end.

"My word still stands, even after I sign the papers." You told him when he came inside your office one day, divorce papers on hand. "I swore no one else would stand by my side other than you and I intend to keep that promise even after our marriage."

He, in all honesty, did not know how to react — much less reply. Your words seemed like it should have ignited the butterflies in his stomach, but it did not. It was not like he felt nothing, either, because he definitely did — he just did not know how to process those feelings.

There was pain, at first. The part of him that reacted negatively to your words wanted to tell you how unfair you were being: uttering those words so carelessly, like they did not mean anything — when they meant so much to him.

Then, there was serenity. Another part of him, one that had long accepted the truth, just wanted to thank you sincerely. You kept your oath all throughout your years together and even allowed him to love you more than he could have from afar. In the greater scheme of things, those should be enough.

Seungcheol shook his head, "I’d rather if you don’t." It made his heart swell upon hearing those words again, but he knew it was best not to expect anything beyond your marriage. Once everything had been finalized, you no longer had any obligations to him — and you should not have to hold onto anything else that pertained to him.

It might have been all in his head, but he could have sworn you were moving slowly on purpose. Truthfully, he was in no rush — nor did he want you to hurry stamping the end of your tie to him. After all, if everything went according to his plan, this was the last time you would see each other.

"You deserved my heart, Choi Seungcheol," you say as you added your signature with your stamp. Not once did you glance at Seungcheol as you uttered those words, so it appeared as though you were talking directly to the document right in front of you instead. "I’m sorry I didn’t give it to you in time."

Your words had weight in them, but he pretended to not feel how heavy they hung in the air. With the divorce papers now decorated with your seal of approval, everything before you handed the envelope back to him was now in the past — even if its contents still needed to be submitted to be processed.

Seungcheol’s role in your life had ended, as did yours in his. The years you had spend next to each other was down to the last minute, officially counting down the seconds until you never see each other again.

"I guess this is a goodbye, then, [first name]." Choi Seungcheol said your name one last time, willing you to give him one final look, as he held the door open on his way out. "Please be happy."

He left you a final memory of him, with a smile that did not quite reach his eyes.

Then, he was gone.

(And, against your will, a tear escaped from your left eye . . . followed by a waterfall.)

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[ruewrites]

Thrones are Built on Lies Chapter 22: Death, Birth, and New Beginnings

AO3

Ships: Solomon/Asmo, Diavolo/Lucifer

Word Count: 9214

Trigger Warnings: Violence

A/N: Listen, y'all have @revoleotion to thank for me finishing and uploading this today. I did cry a few times while finishing this chapter. It's a long one, but I hope y'all like the finale! Comments are appreciated!

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So it's settled then.

Lucifer's voice still echoed in his mind. It played in the background as he mulled over ways to breach the subject with Asmodeus.

You and I will venture down into the caverns ourselves, find the heart and return. The others shall remain here where it is safe.

As safe as it could be. 

There had been an increase in attacks from abominations. Solomon could only guess that Azazel had been biding his time and working on his little projects under the noses of his family.  He wasn't holding back anymore. Not only was the clock ticking to save Diavolo, but also to stop Azazel from wreaking havoc across the land. He wouldn't stop with Arcadia, he would never be happy with just Arcadia.

There was still risk involved, sure, but at least the royal guard would be here. They wouldn't be in the caverns.

Leaving everyone else behind was the only way to keep them safe, but-

"No."

Asmo didn't like it.

"Asmodeus, please, just listen to me."

"No."

He didn't like it one bit.

Solomon let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair. He loved Asmo, he really did, but this… This was ridiculous. "Asmodeus this is for your own good. Now please-"

"My own good?" Asmodeus scoffed, "My own good? What, if you don't mind telling me, is so good about having my dearest older brother and my husband, the two people I love the most mind you, wandering back down into the caverns where there's already danger on what is essentially a suicide mission while I'm stuck up here?"

"It's not a suicide mission Asmodeus."

"That's what Satan called it!"

Solomon rubbed his eyes, he could feel frustration bubbling at the back of his mind. It was going to be dangerous, and that was exactly why Asmo couldn't go. What chance did a small bunny have against a pack of vicious wolves? How would he ever forgive himself if he allowed something to happen to him.  He needed to keep his nerves, he needed to talk sense into Asmo. 

He wished he'd been the one to break the news to Asmodeus.

"Asmodeus, you're being a bit-"

"Don't you dare say unreasonable."

"I was going to say, anxious."

Asmo crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. Solomon bit his tongue, pulling back the vicious words his mind thought of.  They were both frustrated, and he wasn't going to give into it. He reached out towards Asmo's shoulder. Perhaps gentle touches were the answer-

"Don't touch me."

Or not.

"Asmodeus-" 

"You're not touching me to get me to agree with this horribly stupid idea that you and my brother have concocted!"

"It's because we care about you Asmodeus."

"And obviously you care more about me than I care about you?"

"Don't be sarcastic, I never said that."

"I'm going to be sarcastic as long as you insist on being stubborn," Asmo drove his finger dead center into Solomon's chest so hard it felt like a spear on the brink of puncturing skin and bone, "You're hurt and therefore I should come along."

"I'm not doing that Asmodeus."

"And who said you could control me?"

"No-"

"So I can certainly follow you if I want to!"

"No!" his own tone would have scared Solomon if his emotions hadn't been so high. He was stressed. He was angry. He was petrified. "You're staying here! You're not coming with us! That's final."

"And why not?"  Asmo was matching him. They were going toe to toe in their most aggressive dance yet.

They were both escalating the situation in a grand crescendo in what was their most agitated dance yet.  Solomon wasn't sure how it would end. He could never be sure how it would end, he wasn't even sure about the next words that would come out of his mouth.

"Because I can't lose you Asmodeus!"

There it was.

"And how do you think I feel?" there was a tremor is Asmo's voice now, one that almost made him sink in on himself, but his eyes…. His eyes were still filled with fire. 

"Do you think that for a single second Solomon, I would be compliant in just standing by and letting my husband walk backwards into hell towards his death?"

"It's not-"

"Don't tell me that's not what this is! Why else would you be so insistent that I shouldn't be allowed to come?" Asmo lowered his hand, but he was still boring holes into his soul, "I wouldn't be able to live with the idea of losing you." 

He moved away from Solomon's touch, only taking a moment longer to stare deep into his eyes before rounding and storming out of the room. This left Solomon with nothing else to do but sink into his chair. 

Well, that certainty could have gone worse, but it also wasn't the best case scenario. 

Maybe Solomon was being selfish. Maybe he was only thinking of himself once again. Maybe he hadn't changed as much as he thought. Maybe he'd only changed the perspective from which he was looking through.  

It was the same tune, different tempo.

The same window, a different season.

It was selfish, and Solomon didn't care. A life without Asmodeus was not one he wished to reenter. And if that made him a selfish man, he would stay a selfish man. His kingdom was a part of Arcadia now, and if anything happened to him, Asmodeus would inherit all he had. Perhaps things would be better that way.

"That probably didn't go as well as you wanted it to." Simeon looked a little frazzled as he stepped into the room.

"It certainly could have gone better," Barbatos agreed, following not too far behind.

Solomon felt himself slump further into his chair.  He knew that it hadn't gone well, but had others really needed to witness such poor humiliation? Not only his humiliation, but Asmo’s as well. He was sure his spouse wouldn’t want anyone seeing him in the state he was currently in. “Is there a reason you’ve entered my chambers or have you simply come to tell me what a terrible husband I am?”

“His majesty was curious as to whether you’ve solidified your plans for finding the Heart, he is rather eager to get this whole ordeal over with.”

“As we all are,” Simeon set a few books on top of Solomon’s nightstand. Solomon couldn’t help but wonder if he had meant to say that last bit out loud. Had he even realized he said it out loud?

“Yes, I’m as prepared as I possibly could be, I think I know exactly how to find it.” They would have to go a little off path of the symbols. If Solomon’s hunch was correct, and if his memory wasn’t too disturbed from his run in with Azazel, there should be a slightly different symbol in the passageway below. It wouldn’t be obvious if you weren’t looking for it, but if he was paying attention he could find it and it would lead them right to the Heart. He had to be right, and even if he wasn’t he’d have to fake his confidence. There was absolutely no room to waver. 

Barbatos nodded, and his eyes wandered towards the doorway, “And, would you like me to ask his lordship to speak with the prince?”

“No.”

Solomon’s answer was immediate. The word flew past his lips faster than he could register. Even before his thoughts caught up with him  he knew why he’d said it. It was one thing for Solomon to tell Asmodeus he had to stay behind, it would be something completely different if he asked Lucifer to say something to him. It would be different if Lucifer wanted to speak on his own volition, but for Solomon to ask him to talk with him would be a violation of trust. It would be a terrible betrayal. Solomon couldn’t tell him what to do, he couldn’t control him and it would be wrong of him to do so. Going to Lucifer, well, that would certainly feel like attempting to control Asmo. 

“No,” he repeated the word again, but softer this time, “I’ll speak to him.”

Barbatos nodded. There was no other word on the issue.  

Simeon moved across the room silently, thoughts were tumbling over in his mind, "I can't say I blame him. I'm not that fond of this idea either. You really don't plan on bringing anyone else with you?"

"I wouldn't feel right doing so, Simeon."

"You don't have to be a hero you know."

Solomon could feel the edge in his words. He knew Simeon disagreed with him. That was what he liked about Simeon, he was never afraid to vocalize what he felt. It was refreshing and Solomon needed a voice like that. But that didn't mean he had to follow his friend's words. 

"Luke needs you, Simeon, it would be selfish of me to steal you from him."

Maybe Asmo was right.

Maybe he was walking straight to his death.

And maybe he wondered if he would welcome it with open arms.

***

“You have Asmodeus quite upset with you.”

Solomon had wanted to run into Satan, but he hadn’t been expecting the fourth prince to be looking for him as well. Solomon tried to read his expression, he couldn’t tell if he was angry at him in particular or the situation as a whole. Maybe it was both.

“His voice was echoing off every wall in the library, I'd never seen him like that before."

Satan did say that Asmo told him everything in the confines of the library. He could only imagine how his partner must have been if Satan couldn't get him to quiet down in his library. 

Solomon ran his hand through his hair, "I figured he wouldn't be the happiest with me. I didn't expect him to take the news well."

"So you knew it would upset him?"

"My intention was not to upset him, no."

But he had a feeling it would, all the same. Asmodeus adored him, just as he adored Asmodeus. Asmo was doting and kind, and Solomon knew he had anxieties, many of which stemmed from trauma. With all that he knew of Asmodeus, Solomon knew that he would hate his idea from the very beginning, but he also never tried to talk him into not doing it. Instead he wanted to go with them, and Solomon couldn't let that happen. 

"I would like to speak with him again," Solomon continued, but Satan would cut him off.

"So you can upset him again?" Solomon didn’t miss the edge in Satan’s voice this time. He wasn’t surprised in the slightest.  He upset Asmo, so he deserved it. 

“No, of course not. I’d just like to speak with him again. Leaving him in such a state would be unthinkable,” Solomon meant no harm, and he hoped that maybe he’d be able to have Asmo understand things from his perspective, “Do you know where I might be able to find him?”

***

There was something cathartic about walking through Arcadia’s lands. He walked by the arena, seeing Leviathan practice with his favored guard as Mammon lounged back in the stands and away from the main grounds of the palace and into Asmodeus’ sector.  It was so vibrant and pretty, he wanted to commit every image to memory, every tiny flower, the way the people interacted with each other. 

And then there was his husband.

His beautiful perfect husband. 

A man so fit to rule by his side and care for his kingdom, well, his section of Arcadia.

Looking back, Solomon swore he was glowing, that the sun formed a halo around his perfect pretty curls. Solomon couldn’t help but lean against a nearby tree and just admire him. He looked so pretty smiling and laughing, dancing in between men, women, and children alike. They adored him, they loved their prince and he loved them just as much. Who was Solomon to take him away from them?

He felt a wetness prick at his eyes, even if only for a moment, before he wiped it away. 

By the time he looked up, Asmo had seen him. They locked eyes and Solomon straightened himself. 

They met in the middle and then walked in silence to a place they had gone to talk time and time again in favor of avoiding prying eyes and ears. Time seemed to slow to a near stop. He committed their walk to memory. Every tree, every stone, every flap of a butterfly’s wings became seared in his mind’s eye. When they finally led themselves deep enough into the woods, Solomon sat at the edge of a hill, watching only for a moment as his husband stood and stared out at the sky on the horizon.  

After a moment longer, Solomon cleared his throat to speak, but Asmodeus had other plans in mind.  

“Twice now, you have told me that I am as dangerous as I am beautiful, that you know I’m strong,” he glanced down at Solomon, “Did you not mean that?”

“No, of course not, I meant every word I said to you-”

“Then why are you so insistent that I stay?”

Solomon felt his throat tighten, his face stared straight ahead. He focused on the sky ahead. 

“I love you, and I can’t stand to lose you.”

The sun.

“I don’t have many people who care for me, but you- Asmodeus you have so many people who love you. So many people would grieve you if I let something happen to you.”

The clouds.

“And if anything were to happen to me, I need you to care for our people. For Simeon. For Luke.”

The birds.

All of them became blurrier and blurrier with the ever passing seconds. He already hated the idea that he was taking Arcadia’s king with him. He couldn’t risk the chance of him stealing away another one of their beloved princes, a prince who Solomon had come to love and adore more than anything. His darling little bunny, so warm and loving and with so many to love him. So many people were at risk he couldn’t place another life on the line, especially not the one he loves. 

He didn’t notice Asmo kneeling before him. It took both hands on his cheeks and a turn of his head for him to notice, and even then, he didn’t want to look in his partner’s eyes. “You have many people who love you, including me, and I don't want to lose you either," Asmo stroked his cheek and pressed their foreheads together, "What about all of those promises you made me? What about the life we're supposed to have after?" 

Solomon didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything. Instead he collapsed into Asmodeus and let his worries fall from his eyes.

***

The countdown had begun in Solomon's mind, and so he started committing every inch of Asmo to memory. It hit him. He hadn't wanted it too, and it did. He wanted to touch every part of his skin, remember how his kiss felt on his lips. He wanted to remember roses and honey, and eyes that held entire sunsets.  

Asmodeus  kissed him while they were still alone, and then the little bird charm on his bracelet. 

"I promise I'll take care of them," he whispered  "Promise me you'll come back. Please."

Solomon remained silent, eyes becoming lost in the wall behind them.

"Solomon."

"I'll try my best. I will," he cupped Asmo's face and sighed, "For you. I want to, so so badly." 

They stayed in their embrace, time ticking away ever so slowly. If only they could be in a different life. Everything could have been simpler for them. If only the stars had been kinder.

If he could trade a few years of his life for only 

seconds more with Asmo he would.

The rest of the family trickled in front of the cavern doors. Asmo's fingers moved slowly in his palm as they all stared in silence.

"Mammon," Lucifer's voice has the second son coming to attention, eyeing his brother with a certain kind of anxiety, "I expect you to take care of things while I'm gone. Take care of your brothers."

Mammon nodded, "I wouldn't have done anything less."

It was hard to believe that this was the same family Solomon had had so many dinners with. The same family who hurled food like they did insults. It was the family that Asmodeus loved, and Solomon was part of it now and he was going to do something to benefit the family.

Lucifer was looking at him now. It was time to go. Slowly he untangled his reluctant fingers from warm, tender hands and moved next to Lucifer’s side. It was time to repay the family that took him in. It was time to pay his due diligence to Arcadia. Lucifer reached for the corridor doors.

Then they thumped. Lucifer pulled back and Solomon felt magic start to tingle at his fingertips. 

“What the hell is that?” Mammon murmured, hand already reaching for the hilt of his sword.

“Nothing good,” Leviathan chimed in, mirroring his brother.

Growls started to emanate  as the thudding came faster. The door could only withstand so much. And when it did give out, it burst into a thousand tiny splinters hurtling through the sky as the caverns gave birth to one of their horrible monstrosities. Its neck was incredibly long, and its head very pointed. To Solomon it almost looked like a giant bird, but if it had been anything else before, it was unrecognizable. It had tiny claws for hands and points for hind legs that cracked the ground with every step. With tiny, black, beady eyes that  scoped around the room, looking at its prey and then its mouth unfurled like a flower from hell, lined with razor sharp teeth,  as it let out a screech that sent chills down Solomon’s spine.  It lunged for Lucifer, and Solomon’s body moved on instinct.

Without thinking he shielded them both with his magic, and the creature came down on them over, and over again. While he focused on keeping the shield up, he saw a second one crawl from the depths out of the corner of his eye.

He heard Mammon yell something, and metal cut through the air as the creatures let out terrible screeches. They had to think of something, had to come up with some way to take these creatures down. They needed a plan. 

"Let down your shield."

"What?"

Lucifer had his sword drawn, eyes focused on the monstrosity before them,  "Let your shield down. When I say."

Solomon was hesitant, but one look at Lucifer and he knew that anything else wasn't an option. So he waited for the creature to rear, and when it was at its peak, he lowered the shield and Lucifer lunged. 

He struck the creature with force and it screeched. Solomon flicked a quick spell towards its eyes and it started to topple backwards, but not before one of its hind legs smacked Lucifer, sending him toppling down the passageway. As it fell backwards it hit one of the pillars.  Solomon just started to register the screams of the servants as the pillar cracked and started to fall towards him. He needed to do something and yet his body froze around him, rendering his consciousness a prisoner.

Slowly his hands moved and magic sparked, but it was all too slow. He wasn't fast enough, couldn't be fast enough.

And then a thud sent him flying. A warm body with his tumbled down the stairs as a pillar collapsed over the entryway. When he finally stopped tumbling, he had to take a moment to catch his breath. The searing pain in his arm returned. Forcing himself upwards he registered two things:

Lucifer trying in vain to push past the blockade to rejoin his family in combat.

And the last person he wanted to see stuck down here with him.

Asmodeus slowly pushed himself upwards, his attire was ripped and scuffed, and a few offended scratches dared to mar his body. He pushed himself up and turned to look at Solomon and then his brother, who at this point realized he could do nothing but stare helplessly at the blockade before him. 

"Lucifer."

Asmo's voice was soft. Lucifer's shoulders had slumped forward, his frame broke for a second. Solomon was seeing the weight of everything that had happened finally hit Lucifer. There was an air of helplessness surrounding him, and it was very disturbing. But there were more pressing matters on Solomon's mind.

He stumbled trying to stand, suppressing the way his arm throbbed, and made his way over to Asmodeus placing his hands on his shoulders. "We have to find a safe place for you to stay."

"What?"

"Your brother and I are going to be going deeper into the caverns, it's only going to be more danger-"

"You're fucking kidding me."

Solomon was taken aback.

"You're seriously going to leave me by myself down here and call it a day? You're going to leave me here?"

Asmo was backing him up now and all Solomon could do was raise his hands in defense.

"Of all of the idiotic, stubborn-"

Rocks falling stopped Asmo in his tirade. The pair turned around looking at where the noise came from. Solomon readied himself, stepping closer and closer to whatever horror was sneaking up on them.

And then he pounced.

"I'm sorry! I know I shouldn't be down here! I'm sorry Solomon!"

Things couldn't possibly be worse.

Luke sat in front of him, scraped up knees and tears in his eyes, little hiccups interrupting his words, "I didn't mean to come down here! But I wanted to wish you luck and give you something before you left! It was going to be dangerous and- and-"

Simeon was going to kill him. 

Well, maybe not kill him, but he was certain that not knowing  where Luke was in a situation like this would have  his scribe in a frenzy. Perhaps Barbatos would be feeling a similar way. How did he not notice the boy earlier?

Asmodeus being down here was one thing. At least Asmodeus was an adult. Luke was only a child.

 "We should all stick together."

At some point Lucifer had left the blockage to join them. It was only now that Solomon also realized that his sword was broken near the tip.

"There's safety in numbers, splitting up could only lead to disastrous consequences."

Solomon bit his tongue. Lucifer was correct, but he hated the idea of bringing Asmo and Luke along with them. What if they got injured, or worse? Solomon would never be able to forgive himself.

"There's nowhere we could leave them safely?"

"I think I would have said differently if there was."

He resisted the urge to put his head in his hands, he resisted the urge to scream out of frustration. Instead, he took a deep breath in and let  it out. Fine. If this was how things had to be, then so be it. 

***

It took them a while to find the correct markings. The differences were slight and easy to miss. Two people were in charge of keeping hands on the wall at once just in case the person in front made a mistake. He and Lucifer took the lead on most of the journey, mainly switching between who was in front.

It was when he was in the back that Asmo nudged him.

"You're stumbling."

He was thinking too much. He knew, but focusing on more than one thing was nearly impossible at this point. How could he clear his mind and focus when there were so many things happening at once? All he could do was keep moving. Whenever the room spun a little too much, he would close his eyes and rely on his fingers as they slid over bumps and grooves. He hadn't felt like this in the caverns in a long time.

Usually Solomon was calm and collected and maybe he still was on the outside, but on the inside he was struggling. 

When he first arrived the future had been so straightforward and simple. Now he wasn't sure if the future would survive the next five minutes. Everything was cloudy and hazy, and nothing was visible.

Well that part wasn't just a metaphor anymore.

The pressure of the caverns was closing in on him, and he didn't notice until hands were already grasping at him.

"Solomon!" 

Luke was standing in front of him as the darkness slowly started to fade from his vision. Thin and strong arms were steadying him as he found his way back to the wall. They were close to the Heart, they had to be. They were deep below the palace floors now, there wouldn't be much farther to go.

"Darling, please," Asmo's voice was caressing his ear now, "Please. Pace yourself."

"I'm fine, we're almost there."

"Solomon-"

"Asmodeus."

He couldn't meet his gaze. He knew what he'd find.

Luke was shifting back and forth where he stood, unable to look at either of them. Meanwhile, Lucifer only spared them a glance. 

They had to keep going.

"It should just be a little farther-"

He stopped. There was something coming towards them. Slow and lumbering. Solomon recognized those footsteps. Pushing Luke behind him was his first instinct. 

The child didn't need to be burdened with the curse of this knowledge.

"Oh my god," Asmo's hand flew to his mouth, horror evident, Is that really-"

"Father," Lucifer finished, "Or his husk of a corpse anyways. Am I correct Solomon?"

Solomon couldn't tear his eyes away as the monstrosity lumbered closer. The stench of decay and death following in its wake. His hand reached upwards to touch his mangled arm.

"Yes."

Lucifer gripped his broken sword a little tighter. "I suppose he must have missed the news then. Which means it is my duty to deliver it to him swiftly." 

Its dead eyes were upon them now. Its expression was as unchanging as its broken jaw. But even so, it hoisted some form of rusted weapon over its shoulder and prepared to charge.  

"Take them and get to the Heart, and keep my brother safe, King Solomon."

The words echoed in his head alongside the cold clashing metal and the gurgling of the beast. Asmodeus was quick to pick up Luke and bolt, and as Solomon stayed close behind them he couldn't help but notice that he'd taken the time to cover the boy's eyes.

And so they continued on their own, down deeper and deeper into the abyss.  

Their walk was silent, Asmo had taken to keeping up with Solomon's stride.  Solomon glanced over towards him a few times, trying to think of anything to say. 

"Are you worried about your brother?" 

"Lucifer is strong," the words came out quickly, "He's extremely capable. I'm sure he'll be okay. He has to be."

The last few words came out so quiet, Solomon felt like an intruder just listening to him. Of course Asmo was concerned, how couldn't he be? Solomon saw the admiration he held for him, and he saw the way Lucifer cared for all of his siblings uniquely. His affection for each one was crafted specially to them.

Where Azazel found Asmodeus abhorrent and disgraceful, Lucifer found beauty and elegance. And the farther he had distanced himself from Azazel  the more Solomon saw what Lucifer did. 

"He'll be fine," Solomon said, "I've never met a man so hellbent on serving his family. If he would crawl to hell and back for you, I think destroying your reanimated father will be the easiest thing he's ever done." 

If Solomon hadn’t noticed the change in lighting, he would have sworn his husband’s smile was what illuminated the dark cavern in that moment. But the closer they walked, the brighter it became, he’d become so accustomed to the darkness that it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the newfound light source, and when they finally came out of the tunnels, all Solomon could do was stare in awe. 

They now found themselves in a giant stone room illuminated in a soft blue light. Flora and fauna grew in patches around large stone pillars, on the floor, and stalactites hanging from the ceiling. And on the far end was a large crystal-like structure surrounded by moss and small flowers. It was the source of the light and wisps danced around it.

“That’s the Heart right Solomon?” Luke asked, “That had to be the Heart right Solomon?” Excitement was growing in his voice. Solomon couldn’t blame him, a certain type of giddiness overcame him. Like a magnet, Solomon found himself drawn to the Heart. His hand came up to its surface reverently. 

This was it.

All of the stories he’d read, the legends he heard, everything he had hoped about Arcadia was true. It was all true. He couldn’t react properly, how could he react properly? What was even the proper way to react.

He could feel Asmo over his shoulder.

“I could kiss you right now,” was what his head finally decided on, “God if the circumstances were different I would kiss you right now.”

Gentle fingers caressed his jaw and tilted his head towards him, “And what’s stopping you?”

Something flipped in him when Asmo’s soft lips met his own.   Lightning shot through him and before he knew what he was doing, he was picking Asmo up with his free arm and twirling him in a circle kissing him over and over again as the love of his life squealed.  He briefly caught a glimpse of Luke covering his eyes and making a face. 

So many emotions were running through him at the moment,  he didn’t know where to start. It wasn’t until he finally put Asmo down and kissed him one last time did Luke speak. 

“So this is it? This will fix our problems?”

Solomon nodded and then went back to caressing Asmo’s face, “Yes, yes it will.”

“Well isn’t this just touching?”

Solomon felt the room go cold as his head turned towards Azazel. He was smiling, but something about him was… different. His veins were illuminated like vines wrapping around his skin. As he strode into the room, two more monstrosities followed, skittering over the walls and crossing over each other only stopping when  Azazel lifted a hand. 

“What? Aren’t you happy to see me?” he asked.

Solomon felt Asmo jerk forward, he pulled him back.

“A pity, and after I came all this way to congratulate the new holder of the crown.”

Asmo’s eyes widened in horror, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Azazel. 

“Dear nephew, did you really think any of you stood a chance in light of such an unfortunate accident? I honestly believed you perished along with the rest of them.”

As he took another step closer, his form started to morph further. The white’s of his eyes blackened, the veins on his face glowed brighter, and the tips of his fingers lengthened and blackened.  

“I got to see a little glimpse into  your future nephew, you got to enjoy it for a little bit,” his voice was two toned, his mouth split open wider, his teeth sharpened, “But now it’s time for me to finish what I’ve started.”

“What have you done to yourself?” Solomon pulled Asmo and Luke back farther.

“You didn’t honestly think you found the Heart before me did you?” Azazel laughed, “Please, I spent all this time down here, and I’ve found that the effects of mixing remnants of my aberrations with the Heart’s essence is quite astounding.”

His head twisted from one side to the other, “Allow me to demonstrate.”

A shriek was all the command the other two creatured needed. They charged forward, and Solomon was back to being quick on his feet. Ward’s were already  thrown around Luke. The child hadn’t even been able to make noise as terror gripped at his heart.  Now he just needed to split his focus. He needed to make sure he kept that shield up. Now for Asmo-

His fiance was already gone splitting off, one of the creatures hot on his heels as the other kept its focus on Luke, continuously hitting at the bubble protecting him. 

He summoned bolts, prepared to strike at it, and then he was slammed against the crystal, causing him to misfire. His spell was sent crashing into the ceiling, and rock was sent tumbling atop one of the two beasts, although he wasn’t sure which. 

“One more chance,” Azazel crooned, “It’s not too late King Solomon.”

Solomon struggled as Azazel kept pressure on his shoulder. He could feel his body straining again, desperately trying to keep itself from breaking once more. He needed to get out, to keep his wards on Luke up, to help Asmodeus. He needed to protect them.

“Join me, and I’ll let you keep your little family here. I’ll even let you keep Asmodeus, with some adjustments to his rebellious tendencies of course,” Azazel hissed, “You liked Lilith before, and you’ll enjoy Asmodeus even more. You’ll have more power reigning over Arcadia under me than you could have ever imagined, you’ll go down in history as one of the greats.”

Solomon fired off another spell, aimed directly at one of Azazel’s eyes, causing him to screech and drop Solomon. Quickly, Solomon fired off another shot at the aberration trying to break his ward. As it hit, the creature made a noise and quickly skittered back into the darkness. But Solomon wasn’t able to catch his breath yet, Azazel came at him again. Their dance became steps of Solomon using wards to defend himself and sending off his own attacks when he could. 

Strike up.

“I have been so incredibly patient with you-”

Left.

“I offer you power beyond your wildest imagination and you deny it in favor of following and bending to that bastard’s every whim? You’re more of a fool than I thought.”

Azazel was coming at him hard. If Solomon didn’t have to split his attention maybe he wouldn’t have struggled so much. But he had to keep his focus, he couldn’t afford to lose it. Yet as the fury of blows continued to rain down upon him, he knew he couldn’t keep up. Maybe if the days had played out differently. Maybe if he hadn’t had to exude himself. Maybe if he’d come down here by himself. Maybe if he’d ended Azazel when he had the chance-

But it was too late.

Solomon made a mistake. 

A fatal mistake.

Pain bloomed in his side and he was thrown back against the Heart. Warmth spread on his abdomen as the blood seeped through his clothing. Azazel  looked more insect than human now the way his body morphed and elongated, and Solomon thought that rather fitting.

“You will die here,” Azazel hissed, “Knowing that you were a fool, knowing you could have had everything. Now you will have nothing and history will forget you.”

Solomon watched as Azazel’s other sharp hand raised, aiming straight for his chest. Even now Solomon tried to summon what little strength he had left to strike for somewhere that would at least give Asmo and Luke a chance of escape. Then Azazel stopped. A rock fell from hitting his head and onto the floor below. 

“Leave him alone.” 

Asmo stood behind them, another rock in hand. He threw it, causing it to bounce off of Azazel’s head once more. 

“I said leave. Him. Alone.”

Solomon wanted to scream at him. He wanted to force Asmo to get away somewhere he’d be safe. Instead he was forced to watch in horror as the hunter’s head turned to his new target, and the bunny refused to run.

“You won’t be going anywhere,” Azazel growled, pulling his claw from his side and letting Solomon sink to the ground, “I think I’ll make you watch.” 

Asmo threw another rock at him, but this time Azazel caught it in his claw, crushing it until it was nothing more than tiny pebbles, and then he dashed towards Asmodeus.  Asmo moved out of the way, causing Azazel to crash into a pillar. The once advisor turned monster was in a furious frenzy.  All Solomon could do was watch in horror as he clutched his side and struggled to get to his feet, but his body had given up on him. 

“I should have killed you long ago along with all of your siblings,” Azazel roared, “I should have had my brother marry you off to someone I would’ve known would do my job for me.”

He gained on Asmo, and just as he was about to turn again, Azazel caught him, sending them both crashing into the pillar. “I thought I could make you a perfect pawn. All you had to do was obey nephew and I could have let you live. I knew you were no good the moment that wench of a woman stepped through the palace doors, and now I will rid of you once and for all and take my rightful place on Arcadia’s throne.”

He raised his claw, and Solomon felt his stomach sink, somewhere in the distance someone yelled ‘no!’ as flesh was pierced. But Azazel had stopped, a look of surprise crossed his  face as the scorpion-tail etched blade pierced his chest. Hot, angry tears were streaming down Asmo’s face.

“Fuck you.”

The words were soft at first, and then Asmo twisted the pushed blade deeper. Blood already started to trickle from the wound and stain the blade.

Azazel dropped him, but Asmo held on, grappling and forcing the monster to the ground. There was a new fire behind his eyes. He had one goal, and it was to rid his family of the evil that plagued them.

“Fuck you and everything you’ve done to me and my family! I hate you. I never deserved anything you did to me!”

He pulled the blade out and stabbed again. “You and father both! I hope you rot and suffer in hell! I hate you I hate you I hate you.”

With each word, Asmo dove deeper and deeper into a frenzy, and Solomon could do little more than watch  as he saw Azazel’s life leave in weaker and weaker movements until there was nothing but stillness.  Asmo screamed, plunging the blade into the corpse one final time, and then his voice was nothing more than choked sobs.

Solomon’s wards fell, and he barely registered Luke coming closer.

“Solomon?”

“Oh god, oh god please no,” Asmo was on him now, moving quickly from touching his face to his wound. He could hear the ripping of fabric and then a deft pressure on his side, “Oh please please- Darling? Darling look at me.”

Solomon let his head lull to the side as he looked up at Asmo, “Hey.”

His voice felt weak.

“Oh thank god.” 

Gentle fingers caressed through his hair, lulling him into a soft and warm security. 

“I’m so sorry, I don’t think I ever gave you enough credit. You’re strong Asmodeus, incredibly so.”

“I am  your husband aren’t I?”

Solomon went to laugh, but it quickly turned into sputtering, the taste of metal covered his tongue. 

“Just hold on a little longer okay?” Asmo choked, “Just a little longer, we can get you back up to the surface. I’ll take care of you, I’ll never ever leave your bedside okay? I just- please, please just a little longer.”

None of them noticed the monstrosities emerging from the shadows to fight over the body left behind as they carried it back off and into the abyss. None but the King of Arcadia, who stepped into the caverns battered and bloody  but alive.  

“Asmodeus-”

“Lucifer! Lucifer do something! Please do something.”

Lucifer came closer, placing a hand on Asmodues’ shoulder as he looked at the scene laid out before him. Asmo cradled Solomon in his arms keeping him close, too afraid to let go. 

Solomon reached over to his belt, pulling out his findings and pushing them towards his spouse. “You know what to do.”

Asmo shook his head fervently, pressing himself closer to Solomon, tears falling on top of his head.

“Yes, yes you do love,” Solomon smiled, his words nothing but a hoarse whisper, “Can you please sing for me? I love to hear you sing.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Please? Just for me?” Solomon reached up and tried to wipe some of the tears away from beautiful  sunset eyes. He never realized that he himself had also been crying, “It calms me.”

Asmo was silent, and then in shaky tones he started to sing.

And as his vision went dark, Solomon couldn't help but commit the face before him to memory. Shrouded in the pale blue light, features so soft and delicate, even now in agony with tears cascading from his cheeks and covered in blood and hair askew Asmodeus looked like an angel. He didn’t have as many thoughts as he thought he would. In the end there was only Asmodeus, and Solomon was at peace.

He’d done what he needed to do.

***

Death is a natural part of the cycle of life. Without Death there is no Birth, and there is no Life. The Heart represents the basic principles of Life and Death, and somewhere in between there is Love and Birth. All of the first myths and legends surrounding it carry these themes, I personally believe the Heart may also operate in some form of equivalent exchange, but I am uncertain. The Heart is dangerous, but not on its own accord. The danger comes from those who wish to misuse and abuse its power. Leading up to our journey I have felt rather close with Death, and I think I’ve finally started to accept it, which is why I cannot allow you to come with me Asmodeus, I haven’t accepted it for you. Please forgive me, I know you will do a wonderful job taking care of everything and everyone in my stead. Please give Diavolo my best wishes for his recovery, I hope he regains all of his strength soon. Please keep my memory, think of me every time you open my journal. I love you.

-Solomon

***

To my Darling Solomon,

You are an incredibly stupid and reckless man.

Forever and Eternally Yours,

Asmodeus

***

Asmodeus stood on the balcony, watching the carriage below. All of the preparations were almost finished and he would be departing from his darling Arcadia today. Anxious butterflies fluttered in his stomach. Of course he’d been to his new little home before, but that was so long ago now and so many anxieties that came along with it. His eyes moved from the carriage to fix upon Lucifer. His darling older brother was overseeing every item being loaded onto the carriage just to make sure everything was right, just for him. That was until Diavolo snuck up behind him and lifted him off the ground, before tripping and sending them both toppling over. He watched his brother chastise Diavolo, and then Diavolo kissed him. It was tender and sweet, Asmo could tell that much even from where he stood. He always loved seeing them together, even if he had felt spikes of jealousy from time to time.

Thankfully the ritual had worked, Asmo didn’t want to think about what the future would be like if it hadn’t. (Hopefully they could use it on Belphie too, to help with the long term exposure.) The evidence left behind was a small red streak in Lucifer’s hair, and a black one in Diavolo’s. 

…

He would miss this.

He’d miss all of his brothers, and of course Barbatos and Diavolo too. 

He hadn’t thought he’d feel this way upon leaving Arcadia.

Arms snaked their way around his waist as eager lips made their way to exposed skin. A shudder ran through him and a soft sigh escaped his lips. Diavolo wasn’t the only one who’d benefited from the ritual.

 “I’m still upset with you.”

Another soft noise escaped him as the lips started to nip at him, “Are you now? You seemed perfectly happy with me last night.”

Asmo whipped around and tried to put on his best glare, “You were comatose for a week Solomon. A week! Of course I’m angry with you for thinking you could just run off and be a hero and then die.”

“But you still would have loved me and remembered me if I had died a hero wouldn’t you?”

“Dead heros don’t get mind blowing sex or wonderful good morning kisses from beautiful people,” Asmo wrapped his arms around his neck so that he could kiss him properly, “So don’t do that again. Like ever.” 

Solomon laughed and smiled into one more kiss,  “I know my little scorpion.”

“I will smack you next time. Barbatos will not be there to save you.”

“I know my little scorpion.”

The scene had been quite the spectacle, Barbatos attempting to hold back a screaming Asmodeus who had thrown himself into absolute hysterics. An Asmodeus who was in a limbo between wanting to kiss Solomon like he’s never been kissed before, and killing the man himself. It had taken a lot of wooing on Solomon’s part to soften and tame the furious prince.

“Simeon and Luke should have everything ready for our arrival, they made the cutest enclosure they could for all of your bunnies,” Solomon said, “So I can do plenty of apologizing and spoiling you when we arrive.”

He was leaning in for a kiss again, “Does that sound promising?”

Asmo couldn’t stay mad at him. The wound was still fresh was all, but the more Solomon recovered and the more the palace was returned to her former glory, the more Asmo felt anger seep away from him.  Lucifer was even considering closing up the corridors for good, just in case. 

“You’re going to have to work hard.”

Solomon chuckled, “The hardest I’ve ever worked, just for you.”

Asmo couldn’t suppress the smile that made its way onto his face as the two of them embraced. There was always passion behind the kisses, and the way their bodies moved together. Asmo loved him. He loved this man with everything he had. Asmo loved everything about him too. The way he carried himself, the way his nose would crinkle right before he was about to sneeze, how his brow would furrow when he was focused,  how he was clumsy in his dancing, his laugh, the way his blush would creep up the tips of his ears, how gentle he could be when his hands caressed down his waist, his horrendous handwriting, the way he would crawl into bed and into Asmo’s arms after a long day of working on his studies-

There was so much to love about his darling Solomon. 

Asmo hadn’t realized he was gripping Solomon’s hair, dragging him down deeper into the kiss. He couldn’t help himself! Especially not when he was recounting every single way he loved him. Maybe he should write his own little poem about it and get it all on paper. 

They could be a little late on their departure.

He was sure no one would mind. 

Asmo dragged him back inside giggling and pinning him up against the wall.

“Are you still angry with me?”

“Oh absolutely furious.”

If it hadn’t been for the knock at their door, Asmo probably would have hiked up his skirt and had Solomon on the floor. 

“King Solomon, Prince Asmodeus, I’ve been sent to fetch you,” the look on Barbatos’ face when the door opened was nothing short of unsurprised, “Unless you would like fifteen minutes?”

“I would need more than that Barbatos.”

“Shame. I can only offer fifteen.”

The pit in Asmo’s stomach sank further down. He was really leaving now wasn’t he? Barbatos led them outside to the carriage, packed and ready for their departure. 

Diavolo was the first to wish him goodbye, scooping him up in a giant bear hug. “Safe travels, and don’t worry I’ll make sure I take care of Lucifer in your absence. I know how hard of a time he’s having with you leaving the nest.”

He leaned down closer right next to Asmo’s ear, “And I believe Barbatos packed some sweets away for you and Luke, but don’t tell him I told you.”

He zipped his lips tight and then ran over to tackle a flustered Barbatos in a hug as well, he couldn’t forget the person who’d made his favorite treats and who helped care for both his brothers and injured husband. 

“Let me know if there’s any hot singles in your area yeah?” Mammon nudged him, “At this rate I think Levi might be the next one if I don’t find a worthy suitor soon.”

“Mmm, I think you may be right, I’ll see if I can find anyone to put up with you,” Asmo squealed as Mammon swatted at him and then wrapped him up in a tight hug, “Let me know if he ever finally gets laid by his favorite knight yeah?”

“Yeah yeah, just as long as you take care of yerself and send us letters daily got it?”

Speaking of Leviathan, Asmo wasted no time bringing up Henry as soon as he hugged the next brother, “Just ask him out already. You like him.”

Levi pushed him back, stuttering out some sort of objection but Asmo was quicker.

“Hey Henry!” he yelled over at the guard, “Are you free tomorrow night? Good! Because Levi is gonna take you out on a date!”

“Shush! Do you ever stop meddling in other people’s lives?”

“Nope! And now you have a date tomorrow because of me. You’re welcome! I want to hear how it goes!

Leaving behind the library would also be hard. The library meant leaving behind Satan, one of his brothers he could depend on through thick and thin, no matter what.

“You can always write to me you know,” Satan said, “Or get your husband to do that mirror trick again that way we can talk whenever you want to.”

“Or when you want to talk to me?”

“Sure, or when I want to talk to you.”

The twins wrapped themselves on either side of him in a big group hug.

“Oh I’m going to miss my baby brothers! Who’s going to defend you from our big older brothers?”

“I’m taller than you Asmo, and bigger,” Beel furrowed his brow  in confusion.

“I’m pretty sure we can take care of ourselves, but if we do need help, you better run back here right away with that dagger of yours,” Belphie smiled. 

Asmo squeezed them tighter, “Leave lots of flowers at Lilith’s memorial for me.”

And now finally, one of the hardest goodbyes he’d have to say.

“Lucifer-”

The King of Arcadia didn’t say a word, instead he wrapped his arms around Asmo and held on tightly, “Take care of yourself.”

Asmo didn’t want to let go. He wanted to commit everything about Lucifer, everything about his brothers, to memory. 

“Write to me daily, and I swear if he does anything to hurt you-”

“He won’t hurt me Lucifer.”

Lucifer brushed his fingers over Asmo’s cheek, “You’re so precious Asmodeus, remember that, you are special. And he better treat you as such.”

He pulled Asmo in for another hug, “And you should treat yourself as such.”

“I will.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”

“And you will write me daily.”

“Lucifer!”

Asmo laughed. When Lucifer finally pulled away, he walked Asmo over to the carriage where Solomon was waiting for him and helped him up into the seat. Asmo squeezed his hands once more before looking at his family. 

“Goodbye! I love you all so much!” Asmodeus waved to his family until he couldn’t see or hear them any longer. His hand fell, and he slipped his head back into the carriage. He didn’t say anything for a while. He had to get his words together first.

He reached for Solomon’s hand “Solomon?”

“Hm?”

"I know I asked you to take me far away from here," Asmo squeezed his hand tightly as he stared out the carriage window, "But could you promise me something different now?"

Solomon nodded his head, "Ask away."

"Bring me back someday."

Solomon smiled and pulled him closer, “Of course dear one. I wouldn’t ever imagine keeping you from them.”

"Do you promise?"

Solomon grinned and tapped the tiny bird on his wrist.

Asmo smiled and leaned in to kiss his husband once more, and so maybe he pushed him onto the cushion below, but what did that matter?

“Now?”

“Asmodeus. When we get back to the palace.”

“But that’ll be so long! We’re alone, I want you now.”

“We are not alone!” Solomon squeaked, as Asmo bit his neck, “Asmodeus the driver!” 

“It’s not like people don’t know we’re intimate-”

“Asmo-”

“I mean there’s a reason no one interrupted us after we got married, and people did leave food outside our door.”

Asmo squealed as Solomon pushed him, effectively switching their places, “I will not listen to you talk like this a second longer.”

The tips of his ears were red. Adorable. 

And then Solomon leaned down to kiss him. 

“As soon as I show you your new room, then you can have me.”

“Promise?”

“Of course, when have I not wanted you just as badly?”

Solomon lifted them both back upright and brought Asmo to his chest, “And if I change my mind and want you to hold me all day instead? What then?”

“Then that is what we shall do.”

Solomon carded his fingers through Asmo’s hair and held him tight. His heartbeat was strong, and it lulled Asmo into a sense of security. Even the hooves of the horses outside seemed to fall in line with the steady beat. 

Solomon couldn’t help but stare down at Asmo with absolute adoration in his eyes. He was going to do everything in his power to care for him and help him adjust to his new life. After all, what type of husband would he be if he didn’t make sure that Asmodeus was comfortable?  Slowly he moved his fingers up and down Asmo’s back, as Asmo’s fingers circled around his hips.

He needed to think of a title for his new book of memoirs for all the adventures he would have with his husband. They had plenty of discoveries to make and Solomon needed to share them with the world.

For the first time in either of their lives, both of them felt truly safe. No matter what the next adventure may be ahead at least they would have each other. After all, the life of a king didn’t have to be a lonely one.

Solomon kissed Asmo's forehead once more, before laying his head atop champagne curls and closing his eyes. They had a long journey ahead of them.

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[j0hndraws]

Jack being a lil menace will never change

this is @seafoamdew ‘s Arranged Marriage AU and im so glad it exists

#frostcup #hijack #hiccup #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #how to train your dragon #httyd #rotg #jack frost #rise of the guardians #arranged marriage au #ill kill everyone in this room and then myself if harm comes to these two

[edenesth]

TWTHH Bonus: Honeymoon Avenue

Pairing: general!Seonghwa x wife!reader

AU: arranged marriage au (Joseon era)

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Life has been hell ever since your mother's passing many years ago. Despite being from a prominent family, you've never received the privileges associated with it. It only got worse with the arrival of your stepmother and her daughters. When the intimidating General Park was in search of a wife, your father seized the opportunity to dispose of you, simultaneously securing a connection with the powerful general—killing two birds with one stone.

A/N: This picks up directly from the final part of TWTHH, and takes place before the events of Wooyoung's spinoff.

Fic Masterlist | Star of the Show

You let out a small groan as you woke up from your slumber, feeling a familiar pair of arms tightening their hold around you. Your heart skipped a beat as you remembered where you were, blinking a few times to clear your vision and take in the surroundings you recognised as Seonghwa's private quarters.

Warmth rushed to your cheeks as you felt your husband's steady breath against the bare skin of your shoulder from behind. Shyness washed over you when you realised you were both still completely bare beneath the fabric of his comforter.

Memories of the intimacy from the previous night flooded your mind, and you buried your face in the pillow. It was as if you could still feel every touch, every kiss, and every moment of pleasure he had given you. So, this was how it felt to be loved so passionately. You hoped for nothing more than for him to be your first and last.

"Good morning, my love. I see you're up," his deep voice greeted, sounding even deeper than usual as he had only just woken up. He leaned in to whisper sensually into your ear before planting a soft kiss on your cheek, "Did you sleep well?"

Turning to face him, you nodded meekly, biting your lip, "I did, Hwa. Good morning to you too," you replied, feeling your breath hitch as his gaze focused solely on your lips.

He nodded in response, "Good, so did I." Without hesitation, he cupped your cheek and pressed his lips firmly against yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut the moment his familiar lips met yours. Kissing him back as if it were second nature, you wished for this moment to last forever as his larger frame enveloped yours, the skin-to-skin contact creating an intimacy that made you feel closer than ever. His ability to make you feel vulnerable yet safe at the same time still filled you with wonder. At that moment, his presence was all-encompassing; he was all you could see and think of.

I can't believe this man is all mine.

Seonghwa, equally content, felt his heart swell with affection for you. Caressing your cheek, he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, struggling to control his breathing when you bravely reached up to run your fingers through his hair, gently tugging at it. Despite witnessing your growing boldness since his return from war, your reciprocation of his affections still stirred his heart.

I'm yours and only yours, my love.

As you finally broke the kiss to catch your breath, he grinned and murmured, "Damn, Lady Park, who would've thought you'd be such an excellent kisser." Despite the blush creeping up your cheeks, you scoffed playfully. Moving to lay your head on his chest, you traced patterns on his skin with your finger, "What do you know, General Park? You speak as though you've kissed anyone other than me."

His pride swelled as he nodded in defeat to your response. Day by day, you were increasingly embodying the essence of the general's wife with your newfound demeanour. It wasn't that you needed to change for him; rather, it was remarkable to witness your transformation into a confident woman who knew her worth, having shed the old shell crafted by your so-called family. Reflecting on his time away at war, he began to see it as a blessing in disguise. Perhaps it was necessary for you to undergo further personal growth.

Nestling into the curve of his neck, you pulled the comforter up higher to conceal your front. A shiver raced down your spine as his hand traced gentle patterns on your bare back beneath the fabric, making you feel slightly bashful at being so exposed to him. He smirked, placing a kiss on your neck and teasing, "Are you getting shy now, my wife? There's no need to cover up or hide from me; I've already seen everything."

"You can be so annoying, you know that?" Rolling your eyes, you playfully pushed at his chest, but he easily resisted, his strength overpowering your feeble attempts. With feather-light kisses dancing across your skin, he tickled you, eliciting a giggle. Chuckling, he remarked, "Oh, come on. I miss the bold Lady Park who took charge last night."

Blushing, you let out an embarrassed squeal, "Oh, quit it! Stop reminding me!" He chuckled, hugging you close against him, his voice teasing as he whispered in your ear, "Remember how badly you wanted me to undo your hanbok?"

"Shut up, Park Seonghwa, or else—"

"Or else what, my dear Lady Park?"

Your husband's smug grin only fueled your frustration. Summoning a surge of determination, you swiftly flipped him onto the bed, looming over him as you straddled his hips, "I'll make you regret it," you declared, a playful glare in your eyes.

His heart skipped a beat as he looked up at you, struck by your beauty with your long hair framing your face like a curtain.

"Go ahead, my love. Make me regret."

Unbeknownst to the two, Eunsook and the group of maids assigned to bathe the couple all exchanged sheepish glances. The head maid cleared her throat, shooting a stern look at the young maids to silence them for fear of alerting you both, ordering in a soft voice, "We'll come back later. It seems the master and mistress are not quite prepared to begin their day just yet."

Jongho was taken aback to see the elderly woman return with the maids she had brought along, supposedly to get the couple ready for the day, "Huh? Are you all finished already? That was fast."

Dismissing the maids, Eunsook offered the assistant a knowing smile, "It appears the master and mistress are, um... still occupied at the moment. We'll come back later to check on them. For now, please ensure no one disturbs them."

His ears turned red as he registered what she meant by that, nodding quickly, "Y-yes, of course! I'll make sure no one passes through."

As half a day slipped away, you and Seonghwa finally emerged from his quarters, ready to receive your baths. The maids couldn't contain their giggles as they noticed the new marks adorning your skin, evidence of the passionate night—and morning—you and the general had shared. These marks were different from your old scars—they spoke of love and affection rather than pain. You pouted at their laughter, but they only laughed harder, "Enough, you meanies."

Eunsook softened as she washed your hair, "We're just happy for you, mistress. You are happy, aren't you?"

You bit your lip, nodding, "I am happy. The happiest woman on earth, if possible."

"Then that's all that matters to us."

Their hearts warmed at the beautiful smile that graced your face, wishing for nothing more than for you to remain content for as long as possible. You, the miracle who had brought so much light into the once sombre halls of the general's estate, truly deserved all the happiness in the world.

On the other side of the room, while assisting his master with the final touches of his outfit for the day, Jongho couldn't help but notice Seonghwa's dreamy expression and the persistent little smile on his handsome face.

"You seem to be in a good mood, sir," the assistant remarked as he focused on fastening the ribbons on the general's attire. Your husband nodded, "I am. Who would've thought married life isn't half as bad as we initially believed. In fact, it's pretty damn amazing. You should try it too, Jongho."

Blinking rapidly, the younger man raised a brow, "Try what? Marriage? Sir, I have no time for that. I'd make a terrible husband."

Seonghwa sighed, "See, that's your problem. You're always too dedicated, never making time for yourself. As much as I value your dedication, I want you to find happiness too."

"I am content, sir."

"Oh, come on, that's not what I meant—"

"Your outfit is ready, sir. You're all set."

Shaking his head in resignation, the general rubbed his temples, "Wooyoung was right about you. You need to get a life."

"He said what? The audacity—"

Heaving a deep sigh, Seonghwa rubbed his eyes after going over all the reports Mingi had prepared detailing every aspect of the recent war with Ruhon—the strategies employed and areas for improvement. The documents required his stamp of approval before they were shipped off to be stored in the palace archives. The military strategist had provided such detailed explanations that they were now giving him a headache.

"Gosh, I can't decide whether I love or hate Officer Song for these long ass reports. They're thorough to the point of being exhausting," he said with a shake of his head, "Is that everything, Jongho?"

The assistant nodded, gathering the completed scrolls to be delivered to San for a final vetting, "Yes, sir. That was the last of it. You're finished for the day. If that is all, I should probably hand these over to Royal Secretary Choi immediately."

"Oh, thank god. Go ahead, Jongho."

With a respectful bow, the younger man did not waste another second making a beeline for the exit, his mind focused on nothing else but his task. The general stared after him with a defeated huff, wishing for his aide to be a little less uptight and to live a little, "I should probably find him a wife."

Speaking of wives, he was reminded of his own. Suddenly, all concerns for Jongho's love life were pushed to the back of his mind and forgotten. Excitedly rising from his seat, his heart raced with anticipation as he set off to find you. He felt bad for leaving you alone for most of the day due to his work, but now he couldn't wait to have you all to himself.

Oh, it would feel like paradise.

He frowned, his steps faltering when he found you nowhere in the House of Lotus. Hastening his pace, he headed to the garden, where you often spent time tending to the flowers with Eunsook and the maids, only to find it empty. As a last resort, he even checked Yunho's quarters, torn between relief at finding the physician alone and frustration at not finding you.

Could you be upset with him for not spending time with you all day? No, that didn't seem like you at all. You were literally the most understanding person he knew. So, where could you be hiding? The wildest scenarios began to creep into his mind when he couldn't find you. What if his enemies had somehow infiltrated the estate? What if you were kidnapped? What if—

His thoughts were interrupted by the sight of you in the living hall, seated with Hongjoong and Wooyoung, seemingly engrossed in something. The two men watched you intently, particularly the investigator, who seemed more focused on your face than whatever you were doing. With a clearing of his throat, Seonghwa crossed his arms over his chest, "What are you three up to?"

Turning to glare at him, the dressmaker hushed him, "Keep it down, you doofus! She's trying to concentrate!"

Feeling offended, your husband narrowed his eyes and stepped closer to finally see what you had been up to; you were focused on learning embroidery. It dawned on him that Hongjoong must be teaching you a bit about his craft. He softened as he observed the deeply immersed look on your face, with your tongue poking out of the corner of your lips in concentration.

Good lord, she looks adorable.

In his attempt to move closer to you, he was met with yet another warning glare, causing annoyance to bubble within him. While he was grateful for the company Hongjoong and Wooyoung provided you in his absence, a part of him couldn't shake the irritation of seeing you accompanied by other men, even if they were his friends.

At that moment, he questioned why the guys were still around. The dressmaker, physician, and investigator had only been summoned while he was away at war to watch over you. Now that he was back home, he realised their presence was no longer necessary. It was then that he made a firm decision. From now on, he was determined to spend this time after your wedding alone with you.

The general wasted no time gathering his three friends that evening as soon as your embroidery lesson came to an end. With a polite yet firm tone, he explained his desire to have some alone time with you, dismissing them from the estate. Hongjoong and Yunho exchanged knowing glances, understanding the importance of the honeymoon period for passionate newlyweds like yourselves. Although Wooyoung was reluctant to go, he ultimately knew he had no choice but to comply with Seonghwa's request.

In a matter of days, the trio officially left the estate, returning to their own lives. This left you and your husband alone at last, ready to begin this new chapter of your lives together.

True to his expectations, the weeks that followed were pure bliss. He requested time off from work, and His Majesty was happy to oblige. He spent nearly every waking hour glued to you. By this point, everyone in the estate knew better than to interrupt when the master and mistress wanted privacy, ensuring the couple had all the intimate moments they needed. There were even jokes among the staff that a little Park might be on the way soon at this rate.

And perhaps their predictions weren't so far-fetched after all. It was on a fine day when you were spending another lovely afternoon in the House of Lotus practising embroidering, or at least tried to, with your husband seated behind you, his arms encircling your frame, that you began to show signs of sickness.

Leaving kisses all over your neck, he tickled you endlessly, causing you to giggle and push him away, "Hwa, please, I can't focus when you keep—" Before you could finish your sentence, a sudden wave of nausea hit you, and you let out a small gasp, pressing a hand to your chest to contain it.

Concerned, he immediately stopped and turned you around gently, "What is it, my love? Are you alright?"

"I-I'm fine... the feeling's gone, maybe it was something I ate," you reassured him when he suggested summoning the physician. Eventually, he relented and left you alone.

The second time occurred during dinner, with the kitchen having prepared one of your favourite dishes. Instead of savouring it as you normally would, you pressed a hand to your nose, "You okay, my wife?" you nodded and attempted to eat, only to end up retching from the smell of the dish.

Once again, you insisted you were fine and refused to see the doctor. He let you be, telling himself that if anything else were to happen, he wouldn't hesitate to call Yunho over. You convinced him that you must have caught the cold or something, seemingly fine after some rest.

The breaking point came during a leisurely stroll together in the garden. He tightened his hold on you when he noticed you swaying slightly. Smiling up at him, you reassured him, "I'm fine, Hwa. You worry too much." To ease his worries, you pressed your lips against his. For a moment, it worked, and he lost himself in the sweet kiss.

However, when you pulled back, seemingly out of breath, his heart lurched in his chest as your eyes rolled back, and he didn't waste a second catching your limp form in his arms.

"Jongho! Get Physician Jung here now!"

The sense of terror hit Seonghwa like a tidal wave as he found himself cradling you, unconscious, on his bed. Seeing you like this scared him more than any war ever could. Yunho rushed in shortly after, and the general reluctantly stepped aside to let the doctor examine you. Gently, he held your wrist, reading your pulse, after ensuring you were physically alright.

A few tense moments later, the taller man turned around with a smile, and your husband held his breath, "Congratulations, General Park. Your wife is with child."

Emotions surged within your husband as he released a sigh of relief, tears gathering in his eyes. The realisation dawned on him—of course, you were pregnant. How had he not considered that sooner? Slowly, the significance of it all began to sink in. The love of his life was carrying his child.

I'm going to be a father.

Y'all, I was sleep-deprived asf writing the second half part of this bonus part HAHA I hope it didn't seem rushed or anything.

As always, thank you for reading and let me know your thoughts! <3

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[strawbubbysugar]

Ah. I see. You’re insane.

A scene from Bethroned! :D

^link to fic!

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[konigsblog]

more arranged marriage between reader and farmer!könig, please? 🌝❤️

tw: arranged marriage au, rape/non-con, forced impregnation and breeding. dead dove: do not eat. 18+ tell me if i missed anything. 🔞

your parents knew it was harsh to arrange a marriage with the farmer of the village, although, they cared more about his money and wealth and status around the village, how you'd be viewed as his pretty, little wife, respected and admired by those around you.

that's what they want you to believe — that it's for your own sake — but, a part of you is aware that they're doing this for könig's money, as he pays them to keep you by his side. for könig, this is everything he's wanted, whilst you avoid him like the plague and dismiss every attempt when he tries having sex with you.

farmer-könig spends ages on the field, harvesting the fruits and vegetables whilst you hide inside, ignoring your arranged husband. könig attempts to please you, to make you happy, but eventually, he's left without a choice but to take the old-fashioned route and have his way with you regardless...

he'd drug you, get you intoxicated enough where your mind is easily shaped and you're a pliant plaything for him to use for an hour or so, his obedient wife waiting on him, to be torn apart and pierced with his hung, musky cock. the smell of his sweat and musk was a scent you were all too familiar with, smelling it on him after he'd arrived home from the farm, sweat running down his forehead. you could smell it against his neck as he lowered himself onto you, his weight holding you down and the scent of alcohol coming from your breath.

his large and calloused hands began moving as he wasted no time at getting what he pleased and yearned for. könig's fingers ran up your back, unclasping your bra and removing it to see what he craved, the essence of your sweet arousal leaving könig insatiable and hungry. he couldn't wait any longer, as he gripped your breast firmly and began to suckle at your hardened nub, your nipple perky, hardening as he rolled his tongue around it. you mewled and moaned drunkenly, cunt leaving your panties wet, huffing and puffing with confusion, and your drunkenness leaving you exhausted and weak.

his other hand began to sink into your panties, and into your sopping wet hole. he could already feel how slick you were, along with how tight you were — he almost felt guilty for doing this, knowing you'd be aching and in agony the entire time — but, his dick weeped and twitched inside his boxers as he rolled his bulge against your clothed cunt. his lips popped off from your nipple, your eyes wide as the cold air against your sore nipple, causing goosebumps to spread along your body, and the wet sounds of your pleasure audible as he thrusted his calloused, thick fingers inside your cunt.

his fingers began to pull your panties down, revealing that glossy cunt that he longed for — that he dreamed and fantasised about. the slickness looked delicious to könig, who couldn't help but free his large cock from his boxers, springing out and hitting his lower, muscular abdomen as he began to push inside, one hand gripping his base and the other spreading your slit open for easy access. your folds latched onto him almost instantly, eyes wide with shock at the ache and pleasure between your thighs, the force of his meaty girth leaving tears rolling down your cheeks.

your chest rose and fell quickly, back arched at the throbbing sensation of his thick dick pushing deep inside of you. könig couldn't control himself as he felt himself grow and drool inside of you, tip leaking with pearly, milky beads of arousal, your eyes glistening with tears at the painful stretch and uneasiness. something was nagging you that this wasn't what you wanted, that something was wrong — yet, you ignored these messages and signals running through you, his hands on your wrist restraining you as he fucked himself hard into your hole, thrusts becoming merciless and sore, the tip nuzzling against your cervix.

tears ran down your face at the sight of your cunny swollen and stuffed with his hot, bulbous cock, heaving and looking around dizzily, feeling the sudden sensation of his tip spurting into you, weeping hot loads of his milky arousal into your pussy, with the hopes of impregnating you.

it's not as if you could stay away from him whilst pregnant; you would need guidance, support... everything was working the way he wanted it to go, and poor you, left defenceless, with his potent seed filling your cunt ‘til a bulge formed in your stomach. :(

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