#au: contract marriage

[star-my]

berserk tiger - i. inception

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Kim Seo-ah (OC)

Rating: PG-13

WC: 1.7k

CW: mentions of stalking, threatening

A/N: I have very little plotted out for this series. It's gonna be random and sometimes I'll post non-chronological pieces. No beta so feel free to point out typos or give concrit. Compliments are always nice. Moodboard photos are taken from Pinterest, edit is mine.

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Tap.

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Tap tap tap.

Tap tap tap tap tap.

The quick tempo of his footsteps sped up even more as she glanced behind her. He was gaining on her quickly. Practically running, she ducked around the corner, coming face-to-face with a man in black.

Gasping out a quick apology, she made the executive decision to ignore the stranger danger signs blaring in her mind. She was in enough danger from non-strangers as it was–besides, most crimes, especially violent ones against women, were committed by people the victim knew and were close to. Statistically, she was safer with this random guy she’d found all in black in a dark alley where no one else was around…wow, she wasn’t safe anywhere, was she?

Ignoring everything but the fact that so far Random Guy hadn’t pulled a knife on her, she cleared her throat and widened her eyes pleadingly, begging him to play along.

“Babe, I was waiting ages for you! What took you so long to come get me?” she exclaimed, taking his hand in hers, unwilling though he was.

He stepped out of the alley into the street and saw who she was running from. His gaze flicked down to her, then back at him. 

His grip tightened on her hand. 

A black car came gliding to a stop at the curb in front of them, and a man in a black suit climbed out of the driver’s seat to open the rear passenger door.

Random Guy handed her in with the grace of one born into a chaebol family, then closed the door and turned to face her pursuer.

She glanced through the smoked glass to see what was going on, surprised that she could barely hear any noise through the car.

The driver flashed a bright smile at her through the glass, blocking her view. Wow, he was really pretty.

The smile disappeared and he opened the door, letting Random Guy get in. She scooched over, tugging the hem of her dress down, aware she didn’t look her best at the moment. The interior light showed his gelled hair, soft features, onyx-sharp eyes, and a faded scar running down the right side of his face.

He studied her silently in return, making her uncomfortably aware of her wind-blown hair falling out of her braid, the perspiration beading on her body, and her rumpled clothes.

Putting a bright smile on her lips regardless, she extended her hand to him. “I appreciate your helping me get away from him. I sincerely thank you.”

He shook her hand, his large one dwarfing hers, his long fingers cool and clean. “You’re welcome. What is your name?”

“Oh, right. Kim Seo-ah.”

“Min Yoongi,” said the man just as his driver got in at the wheel. He threw him a startled look, glancing between her and her rescuer with an unreadable expression on his face.

The car started with a barely-there hum, and Min Yoongi turned to her again.

“Could you tell me what was happening back there?”

She glanced down, smoothing her hem more carefully than it called for. “He’s my little sister’s ex-boyfriend, Lee Geum. He created debts in her name and decided that we needed to placate him; he thinks he’s some hotshot yakuza or something, like he’s playing at being Agust D or something,” she laughed shortly. “He’s been following me home from the pawnshop where I work for the past few weeks, trying to intimidate me into giving him our money and following me to see our new living arrangements. I’ve managed to lose him so far, but today he started getting closer and closer and I saw him with a knife in his pocket. It was a blessing that you were there.”

He hummed, uninterested. “How many men does he have working for him that he thinks he’s the next Agust D?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe twenty or thirty? He’s not a good leader.”

Min Yoongi coughed. 

“Have you gone to the police and asked for their help to deal with the issue?”

“I don’t know if you noticed, Mr Min, but this part of town isn’t exactly the most protected place. We’re all too poor to require any real guarding. What valuables could we possibly have? And I did try the police, when he threatened my sister, but they didn’t care.”

The driver clicked his tongue disappointedly.

“What if someone was able to do something about it?”

“Like what?” Seo-ah glanced at him curiously.

“Sent evidence of his crimes to the police or something. Do you think that maybe they’d take you seriously and do something about it then?”

“Maybe,” she admitted dubiously.

“Are you any good at acting?”

She glanced at him suspiciously. “I’d say I’m decent. Why?”

He simply flattened his mouth into what she suspected was a half-smile but could have been a grimace. She took the hint and dropped her line of questioning.

With a gasp she realized that the car had stopped outside of a luxurious villa in Seongbuk-dong. 

The driver opened her door, extending his hand to her. She gingerly took it, stepping out onto the pebbled drive as she took in her gated surroundings. 

Min Yoongi’s warmth alerted her to his presence behind her.

“Er…”

“Come with me.” He took her elbow gently, leading her into the house, past a man in a suit like the driver’s, but looking considerably more dangerous. 

Min Yoongi led her to the kitchen, putting a kettle on to boil for tea and pulling out two cups.

He paused, hand on a cupboard door as he glanced back at her. “Would you prefer something a little bit stronger?”

“I’m alright with tea. Thank you. May I ask why I’m here?”

“Because I’d like to talk to you.”

“Without asking for my permission?” she raised an eyebrow, dropping the formal tone.

He raised one back at her impropriety.

“You essentially kidnap me, I don’t have to add honorifics,” she shrugged, hoping to cover up the unsettling thought she’d been struck by, that she’d traded the devil she knew for the one she didn’t.

“I apologize. Would you like to join me for tea at my home?”

“I’d prefer to have you to mine as a thank you, but given your look–” she waved a hand at his suit–”and my home, this is the better option. I’d be delighted to join you, thank you for asking.”

He gave her another inscrutable, curious look as he poured the tea. “You’re welcome.”

She perched, feeling only slightly awkward and out of place, on the white leather seats at his marble island, gratefully taking the cup he handed her.

He stood across from her, his own cup in hand. 

“So, from what I’ve gathered from you, is that you’re the head of a low-income household, you’re in financial difficulty, your dongsaeng’s ex is threatening trouble, and there’s not much happening to address these issues.”

She swallowed a sip of the hot tea, feeling like the words had burned hotter than her tongue now was. That was her situation, but somehow the cold way he had laid out those facts threatened to tear down the defensive walls she’d built.

“Yes, that is the state of things,” she said quietly, already feeling the fuzz on her tongue from the tea burn.

“How much debt did the ex leave you?”

She swallowed another sip. “About thirteen million won.”

As expected of a man who lived in this area, he didn’t bat an eye.

“I have a proposal for you, then.”

She nodded.

“I will help you pay off your debts and take care of this ex, and in return you will enter a contractual marriage with me for five years.”

Seo-ah coughed, expelling the tea from her windpipe that she’d inhaled in shock. “You want me to do what?”

“Marry me. For five years. What do you say?”

“Why do you need a wife? You look fairly young, you’re rich and hot and appear to be influential.”

He smirked at her list of his traits. “Business reasons. There are some things I cannot tell you until you have signed the contract, if you so agree. I’ve been looking for the right wife for a while now, and I think you’ll be splendid.”

“Could I have a copy of this contract so I know what’s expected?”

Min Yoongi pulled his cell phone out and pressed a button. “I need the papers in the kitchen.”

A minute later footsteps sounded in the hallway, then a man in a suit jogged into the kitchen, carrying a small briefcase in hand. He paused as he took in the scene, then handed the briefcase off to Min Yoongi.

He opened the briefcase and pulled out a sheaf of papers, rifling through them to collect a handful that he handed off to  her.

She flipped through them, reading the surprisingly simple legal jargon. It looked aboveboard. 

She was getting desperate: some creditors were already hounding her enough without Geum’s pressure, Jinah would be needing to pay for her schooling, plus the usual living expenses…Well, she could use this stroke of luck that had fallen into her lap. She was well aware that this contract, though it sounded fair, would likely end in Min Yoongi’s favour, but she would cross that bridge when she came to it. He was the best option at the present time and she would not borrow trouble from her future self.

“I’ll do it,” she declared.

The man who’d brought the briefcase handed her a pen, the clicking of the end sounding loud in the suddenly supernaturally still kitchen.

She signed her name with a flourish, watching the black ink seep into the paper. Min Yoongi took the pen from her and slid the papers from under her arm, scrawling his signature quickly and handing them to the man.

“The registration will come through in a couple days. Would you like to stay here until then?” he asked courteously.

She shook her head. “I appreciate your offer, and this opportunity, but I need to get back to my sister. I don’t like leaving her alone in our area, especially with her ex around.”

“Alright, I’ll get Hoseok to take you back. Thank you for signing this.”

She swallowed, mouth suddenly dry despite the two cups of tea she’d drunk.

#bangtanwhq #bangtanfamiglianet #group: bts #member: myg #type: fic #era: haegeum #length: 1-2k #rating: pg-13 #star scribbles #title: inception #series: berserk tiger #au: mafia #au: haegeum #au: contract marriage

[kaurwreck]

Dazai doesn't propose, Chuuya just wakes up from Corruption with a ring on his finger.

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #skk #soukoku #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #marriage is a contract they dont need to engage in #but this is what happened in the Bridezillas au

[mixelation]

would itachi meet toris old clan? how would that go?

no, i can't see that happening. she doesn't consider herself one of them, and they effectively kicked her out as a very small child, meaning THEY don't consider her one of them either. plus by the time itachi is in the picture, they're mostly. uh. dead?

#part of why they effectively kicked her out was that they'd decided to march everyone off to otogakure #so they HAD the option of handing a kid they didn't even really care about over to other sound country ninja #if she'd been a part of the clan through age 12 itachi might have an extremely belated #'wait i am about to get in laws. do we have to draw up an inter-clan contract. i don't want a rando clan calling on the uchiha' #'please tell me you don't have any clan techniques we might get accused of stealing' #so under those circumstances he might want to meet them in a purely political capacity #just to be like 'she's OURS NOW i am putting an uchiwa on her back AS WE SPEAK this is NOT an alliance you MAY NOT CONTACT HER' #....although in an even MORE divergent scenario where tori WASN'T treated like crap #yeah he'd probably want to meet them. itachi: that's how interclan marriages work??? #reborn au

[rarepears]

Lex "Let's grow a clone child to defeat the world's strongest hero Superman" Luthor is giving me the same energy as Endeavor aka "My greatest masterpiece will defeat No. 1 hero All Might".

#Now I want to smash the two together and make them kiss but I can't really think of a world where it would make sense #like an American billionaire meets top Japanese Hero Endeavor sure #but this would end up being very Long Distance relationship and seems pretty difficult of a romance to keep going #although Lex does have his labs going for him so Endeavor could get interested in Lex's illegal quirk lab experiences to grow the perfect #quirk child in a test tub as opposed to searching for the perfect quirk in a female adult close to his age for marriage and all that annoya #NDAs are so much easier than marriage contracts #todoroki enji #lex luthor #endeavor #bnha #dc universe #bnha ideas #boku no hero academia #endeavor and lex luthor thoughts AU

[thekatebridgerton]

Just had a funny she fell first but he fell harder marriage of convenience Kanthony au idea

Anthony goes trough with his plan of marrying a Viscountess purely for convenience reasons and decides that the older sister of the season's diamond.

Kate likes him but upon realizing he is so completely unromantic and actually still plans to keep a mistress after marriage, she decides to be 100% buisnesslike about the arrangement and agrees to not fall inlove with him as long as he gives her leave to do what she wants after marriage. Anthony thinks it's a great idea. So the deal is made.

' you can't fall inlove with me Kate'

' yeah sure, it's not like you're my type anyway'

'Thats right no matter how much you try I can never love you....wait what do you mean I'm not your type?'

' exactly as you heard it, I'm not interested in you, go ahead get a mistress, I'll be here enjoying my life'

'you mean. You're really you're not attracted to me?'

'no, not really, generally I'm not attracted to men who dally with opera singers... Isn't that a good thing '

' yeah suuure...'

'Just to be clear here, even if I don't give you a heir, I still get full use of your money right?'

' I... I guess so'

' great, then let's get married, it's a pleasure doing buisness with you Anthony'

'but ... but...but you sure you won't fall inlove with me'

'Yeah yeah whatever, no falling for you, got it now PENELOPE !!! BESTIE , GET BACK HERE, WE'RE GETTING YOU OUT OF THOSE YELLOW DRESSES AND ANTHONY IS FOOTING THE SHOPPING BILL'

' But Kate, Kate why don't you want me?'

Cue consumate buisness woman Kate focusing on the duties Anthony hired her for aka career Viscountess TM and just living the life she deserves, while Anthony feels increasingly more frustrated at the fact that his super beautiful and smart wife doesn't pay him any attention while he's over here horny as hell.. Kate just thinks he's hot but weird and she ain't tangling herself up in that hot mess, no matter how much Newton and Edwina like him

#bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kanthony #kanthony contract marriage au

[steeb-stn]

what if jackson is suuuper picky about who they let in and like. Basically unless youre like a surgeon or have some super valuable skill you only get in if you’ve got relatives inside

and anyways thats why maria and tommy get married (i mean thats not WHY, WHY they get married is because theyre in love and would do literally anything for each other, but yeah, marias like. All i have to do to keep this man in my life is put a ring on his finger and make a vow of love and loyalty for life to him? Say no more

what if maria meets tommy out on patrol. Hes sick or injured or something, but despite this he ends up saving her life, which earns him her trust. She keeps him a secret bc shes not sure what the others would do about him, brings him food and maybe medicine and stuff. Finally they decide its time to bring him back to jackson, and she swears for him, and the others are like waaaah we know nothing about him and he has no family here, and maria is like oh??? Doesnt he???

and the naysayers have to allow it because how are you going to say no to the founder of the town’s husband, but theyre like yeahhhhh itll last a few months then this guy will move on. BUT TOMMY AND MARIA PROVE THEM WRONG BC THEY ARE TRUE LOVE

#Tommy miller #maria tlou #the last of us #is this a how to train your dragon au? #Or a green card marriage au? #Its for you to decide #Srsly this may not be everyones cup of tea but i do think norms about marriage would be very different in jackson #Both in a practical way- it creates a social contract and strengthens the community #And in a romantic way- life is short! You could get bit tomorrow! Marry the one you love

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Person A is the first daughter from a long lineage of fathers who only had sons, and their many male ancestors had a bad habit of promising their next born daughter to various powerful supernatural beings for favors. But Person A never met their father because they were conceived from a random hook up and was raised solely by their mother who struggled to make ends meet as a single mom. So Person A is completely unaware of the debt they are the payment for, but the supernatural beings have been helping Person A survive by stepping into the roles of ‘family friends’, ‘teacher’, ‘classmates’, ‘bosses’, etc. And Person A reaches their 18th birthday, they are finally made aware that every close and helpful acquaintance and friend in their life isn’t human and expects to be wed to Person A.

#mod poss #creative writing #writing prompt #writing #prompt #fanfic prompt #fanfiction prompt #story prompt #creative writing prompt #ficinsp #alternate universe #plots and prompts #harem au #supernatural au #fantasy au #romance au #contract au #arranged marriage au #(this was written while trying to answer a request but didn't fit the requirements) #(this feels like a conglomerate of some fairly standard tropes) #gendered prompt

[tyrantking31]

Trans Toshinori

Okay, so, this is obvy an AU, but I have different ones running through my head, and one that I just can't get out of my mind is where he is trans, but he came from a rich background, Todoroki style right? But his parents are soo homophobic and transphobic, so instead of listening to him and reading the signs, they sign him up for a marriage contract from a stupid young age. To- you guessed it- Endeavour.

However whenever Toshi goes to UA, and does his whole Nana training thing, they find out and get him out of the situation. But, you cant get out of a marriage contract w/out both parties agreeing, so Nana gets Toshi transitioned and when he hits 17/18 he looks like a total hunk, yadda yadda. Endeavour hates that, his parents absolutely do not approve, break off the contract, they yell at his biological parents, etc. etc.

Everything else goes how it goes, we get to UA, then Shoto Todoroki's whole abuse case comes out with Touya. And All Might is pissed, so he posts a video explaining his past showing the almost marriage contract, and the song playing in the background is "You Should Be Sad" by Halsey.

Im so happy I never ever had a baby with you, cuz you can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you

#yagi toshinori #one for all #all for one #all might #Transallmight #transgender #endeavor #shouto todoroki #consequences #UAAU #my hero academia #My hero academia au #boku no hero academia #my hero acedamia #marriage contract

[buoyantsaturn]

doing these words asks is so good for me i just found a huge mistake in the middle of this doc lmao

#mine #marriage contract au

[harmonyandco]

Harry is trapped in a marriage contract that has no voluntary means that he can use to get out of. However, there are clauses for getting kidnapped and other uncertain fates, so Hermione decides to kidnap Harry and hopes that Greengrass uses the window of opportunity to marry someone else.

via @johnburtonlee

#harry x hermione #johnburtonlee #harmony #prompt #au #marriage contract #Daphne Greengrass

[asterouslyaesthetic]

so i know we already have the whole "older brother of a woman linked to us via dreams also dreaming of us" shtick covered by hríd, but we also have freyr apparently and it's been living in my head rent-free forever

this is his level 40 confession:

Long, long ago...I dreamt of a summer day spent beneath the sun's rays...And you were standing beside me in that dream, [Summoner]... There is no mistake. That was a true dream... It was a promise made by the future. How will the dream continue from here, I wonder... Of course, knowing would detract from the mystique. Dreams form our desires and shape the future...but for now, let us simply drift off into the summer sun.

how long ago was long, long ago...because for me, my mind immediately jumped to tiny freyr—with short hair and only a single braid instead of two and his eyes closed all the time still, but his face still manages to reveal his emotions when he does not give it permission to, particularly when his sister is involved—waking up as a voice inside his older self's brain, able to see and feel everything he does but unable to exert any influence, because he has always had some influence over dreams and that extends to visions of the future.

and there's this pretty mortal in a sundress who sits next to him as he's simply laying down, and when she says his name, his older self opens his eyes, only to be rewarded with salt water sprinkled at his face and a beautiful smile that makes his heart pound.

but he's so young and she's a mortal, and the only thing young freyr concedes that day is that it's nice to see freyja having fun with a friend.

the visions, bits and pieces out of context that show a wonderful future, don't stop after that day, as if to taunt him for when he disregarde, the clear signs that he grows to love her, because he does and how is it hard to when she cares for freyja so deeply that his sister is willing to trouble herself for the mortal's sake?

those in the palace begin whispering after the fifth time he bumps into the wall with a soft smile on his face.

he sees her past and sees her variable future—some things are fixed, but others are not. he sees her in a wedding gown, as a happy bride and a sad bride, he sees her with children, and he sees her grow old, whether alone or with her variable husbands; most of them are kings, but only three are of Midgard, and of those, one is only a grand duke, beloved brother to the empress.

(never with him)

he sees her in a beautiful deep red dress, on a balcony with only the company of fireworks; he hears the way his heart pounds, and remembers what he once thought; and though there is no recognition in her eyes, she welcomes him to her side all the same

but what should be the start of a two-sided relationship, an acknowledgement of him from her, becomes a time he hopes will never exist

because it isn't until much later that he learns what his sister attempts to do, how she traps the mortal in a neverending dream—about his death and the last thing he sees. to see her smile at him one last time...that much, at least, is granted to him.

but ironically, his desperate attempts to convince freyja to avoid such a path, to leave the beautiful mortal alone, are what drive her into consolidating her plans—and she never realizes, not until they both are willed into existence in Askr, that it wasn't simply a matter of loving mortals; that it was a matter of loving one mortal and wanting her to be happy to a self-sacrificial point.

because his death and freyja's, they are fated, they are fixed, and the prospect of them surviving even once means that they will have changed the future in all timelines. because they, like those of ymir, or hel, or vanir and asgard, exist outside of time—singular entities watching over all worlds—but are still beholden to it.

and then he is summoned, to her, and she smiles the way she did the first time. and freyr, he makes himself a promise. to be helpful in whatever way he can—to be the shoulder she can lean on when she's tired, the ears that listen to her sorrows.

and when summer brings along with it a warmth in the breeze, she takes him—and his sister, and his fairies, and her fairies, and all her other heroes—to a familiar scenery.

a familiar scene, salt water on his face, the beginning of his downfall.

the beginning of his love.

as a hero, his powers are restricted. he has no clue what goes on in the minds of his other selves summoned to other askrs, as he would've if he'd been alive. whether they're as lucky as he is, if they also "get the girl"

when night falls, he confesses his dream to her, his eyes still closed. she's quiet for a while, before she asks him about his words, about whether the dream formed his desires.

and when a quiet yes slips from his lips, and he tells her about wanting to be at her side, her smaller hand lightly grasps his own and feels something soft on his cheek, near his lips

"mine too. my desires...as well, since that dream. when you first approached me."

(telling freyja results in a tantrum from her and an attempted deescalation that his beloved takes far too much glee in.

by week 3, his sister pouts when he expresses his affection for his lover and mixes salt in her coffee, but there remains no malice in her actions.)

#feh kiran #feh freyr #feh freyja #fire emblem heroes #i just really like freyr for some reason #like yes hríd gets points for being a loyal sword and the warm hands thing #but i am overall fonder of book 4 than 2 so that probably plays a part #i just think soft freyr pining for the pretty mortal who makes his heart race #only to realize he has no chance of being with her #and screwing them all over by accident #is very funny #his reaction to book 7 is probably very amusing especially the seidr thing #also i let him get the girl because i felt like not getting the girl even once was too tragic #even for me who likes contract marriage mutual pining not actually unrequited au líf/kiran pre-hel with kids #only to learn they loved each other all along as she dies in his arms #and apologizes for not being able to save everyone #at which point he goes mad with grief and proceeds to kill other versions of her to get her back

[star-my]

berserk tiger - iii. interlocution

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Kim Seo-ah (OC)

Rating: PG-13

WC: 2.2k

CW: characters discuss their relationship (ew, emotions), author's questionable sense of humour leaks through, character is tipsy/has a hangover

A/N: No beta so feel free to point out typos or give concrit. Compliments are always nice. Moodboard photos are taken from Pinterest, edit is mine.

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Seo-ah awoke to the sound of birds chirping, the melodic twittering floating in through the window opened a crack.

The heavy curtains were pulled, but a sliver of sunlight made its way through the slit in the middle, showcasing the fluff dancing in the air over her toes.

Covering a yawn, she got out of bed and stretched, noting the wrinkle-free blankets on the other half of the bed. Either Yoongi had made his half when he left or he’d never joined her in the first place. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

The shower in the ensuite was large and had far too many spouts for one person, or even two. Lately, Seo-ah had taken to using soap when she washed her hair, figuring she could save the cost of hair products, so she hadn’t brought any with her. She helped herself to the ones on the ledge, inhaling the ginger and mint scent with a pleased hum.

Showered and dressed, she headed to the kitchen to make breakfast and found Yoongi and Jinah cleaning up the island together.

A hint of pink showed on his ears and across his cheeks, and Jinah had a far-too-familiar smugness about her. Seo-ah squeezed her eyes shut, then stepped forward with a cheery greeting.

Yoongi greeted her, seemingly relieved, and Jinah gave her nothing but a pleased smirk. “Your plate is under the dome on the table,” she nodded. “We debated saving you some since you’re such a layabed, but decided you do enough to merit a holiday, so I made you a bowl.”

Seo-ah considered calling her mischievous little sister out on her veiled statements but decided she wasn’t prepared to deal with what that would unleash.

“You could’ve woken me up,” she protested, pulling out a chair and taking the chopsticks Yoongi handed her with a smile.

“No, you deserve to sleep in, unnie. Besides, now I can catch up on knowing my brother-in-law!”

Seo-ah choked on her rice. Jinah was Agust D’s sister-in-law, and was calling him oppa. She needed a nap, or maybe more of last night’s whisky.

“I’m glad my two favourite people are getting along,” she managed.

Jinah smiled serenely and Yoongi made his escape. 

~~~

Seo-ah’s phone buzzed. A text from Yoongi.

Min Yoongi: Can you come to my office?

A moment later, another text popped up.

Min Yoongi: The one in my home, not downtown. It’s the second door on the right off the living room.

Yes, because Jinah had gotten the tour before her, busy as she was having a panic attack on the floor of her new closet, and now she had to pretend to know where everything was.

Kim Seoah: Okay, be there in a minute.

Jinah waved her goodbyes, heading off to school, which Hoseok was driving her to, and Seo-ah waited until the taillights disappeared.

She knocked lightly on the door twice.

“Come in.”

Yoongi’s office was neat and clean, with nothing superfluous about it. Shades of grey and black, with some red thrown in for colour. The carpet was a swirl of red and black, and she immediately diverted any further thoughts about the colour schemes.

Two chairs stood in front of his large wooden desk, one a soft wingback and the other an uncomfortable-looking metal. He nodded at the soft chair in a gesture to sit down, so she sat, folding her hands nervously over her knee.

Yoongi’s long fingers pushed a small rectangle across the clear space on his desk to her. “This is yours.”

She picked it up. It was a credit card. She glanced at him. 

“It’s connected to the account under your name at my bank. Use it whenever. I told you I’d pay you for the jobs you take for me, so I’ll automatically deposit your wages there.”

She opened her mouth to refuse it, then closed it again.. She’d literally married him for his money, why would she refuse it now that she was married? Besides, she would be earning it herself, with her acting challenges. She’d quit her job at the pawn shop, intending to get a job closer to her new home. She needed income somehow, for when their contract was over.

“Thank you.”

She opened her mouth to ask him about the sleeping situation, but remembered his flusteredness this morning with Jinah’s teasing, and thought the better of it. But they were married, and they should talk about it like the adults they were. But the sheer awkwardness! Asking your spouse if they were going to sleep with you, even just in the literal sense!

“Spit it out,” he said dryly, noticing her internal struggle.

He asked. Here goes nothing.  

“What were your thoughts about us sleeping together?”

The arm supporting his chin slipped off his chair’s armrest.

“It didn’t seem like you slept in our bed last night,” she mentioned, hoping to help the conversation along. Horror dawned on her. “Was I sleeping on your side?”

He huffed a laugh through his nose, shaking his head. “I didn’t want to disturb you. We’re still somewhat strangers and I didn’t think you’d be comfortable with a man who’d just admitted he’s a criminal getting into bed with you.”

“We should have discussed this before we got married,” Seo-ah agreed, hoping her cheeks weren’t blushing as red as she felt. “And I apologise for anything my sister may have said this morning.”

“It’s alright. She reminds me of some of my men’s relationships with each other.”

“That’s good.”

“So…you want us to share a bed?”

“I think it would be the easiest thing to do to keep up the ruse, yes,” she said, praying that the blush covering her face would abate. “What if Jinah finds you sleeping on the couch one night, or wherever you slept?”

“I’ll just tell her you kicked me out because we argued,” Yoongi joked. “You have a point. As long as you’re comfortable with it.”

“I brought it up, didn’t I?”

He nodded his agreement at her point. Seo-ah had just felt the flames of awkward embarrassment fade when he turned back to her.

“About our physical relationship–we’ll be required to be somewhat tactile with each other, at least at the VIP events. Holding hands, my arm around your waist, et cetera. Will you be okay with that?”

Seo-ah let out her breath, uncertain if she was disappointed or not. “Yes, that will be fine. We’ll probably have to hug sometimes when Jinah catches us, she’ll find it weird if we never touch. I’m often touching her, just little things, you know? It’s important to me.”

“That will be fine. Is there anything else we need to settle?” “I don’t think so…oh, what are the most important things I should get when I go shopping later? The basics for surviving a society event I might get invited to?”

Yoongi frowned in thought, leaning back in his chair. “I’m not sure, but I know someone who will know.” Pulling out his phone, he texted someone, his thumbs flying over the keyboard.

“She’ll be here in five minutes.”

Seo-ah waited patiently as Yoongi worked in silence, glancing around the utilitarian office and out the half-window wall.

It afforded a lovely view of the porch and circular driveway, so she saw when a black car pulled in and a woman stepped out. She was wearing a blush-pink pantsuit and white stilettos, a white coat over her shoulders and a cherry-pink bag in hand.

A minute later she appeared in Yoongi’s doorway. “You called, boss?”

“You made it,” he said flatly. 

“Unfortunately for you,” she snipped, turning to a bewildered Seo-ah.

“Yah, be nice. Seo-ah, this is Kim Miran, my second-in-command’s wife. Miran, this is my wife, Seo-ah. She needs the basics for surviving elite society’s scrutiny.”

Miran hugged her quickly, stepping back to squeal in delight and clap her hands. 

“Yoongi, I take back every mean thing I said about you. Come on, Seo-ah, let’s shop until he’s broke!”

Seo-ah pulled back, looking to Yoongi for help. The traitor waved her off with a resigned smile. “I trust you to hold Miran in check, Seo-ah!”

~~~

The floorboard just outside their bedroom creaked, making Seo-ah wince as she opened the door. Sneaking in is fine as long as you don't have two dozen bags on your arms making your width impossible to quietly and efficiently move through doorways.

The soft glow of the lamp on the bedside table revealed Yoongi sitting in bed, arms crossed as he stared her down like she was a bird and he a cat. Heh, he was rather catlike, wasn’t he. Imagine calling him a cat to his face. He’d probably be offended it wasn’t a lion or something.

She giggled at the thought, still standing awkwardly in the doorway.

“Did Miran take you drinking?”

Seo-ah tried to raise her hand to pinch her fingers together, but they were full of bags. “Just a little,” she giggled. “I didn’t make you broke though.”

He sighed and got out of bed, revealing the fact that he was wearing nothing but boxers, something that made her hastily avert her eyes to the ceiling.

He chuckled at her preserving his innocence and took one armload of bags from her. The sudden change in balance made her tip into him, sending him sprawling on the floor. She landed on him with an oof, all the air blown out of her lungs.

He stared up at her, his petal-pink lips open in surprise. Seo-ah glanced back up at his round eyes. He really did look like a cat at that moment, and she couldn’t help the giggle that sneaked out.

Yoongi moved her off of him and stood up, letting her laugh on the floor as he hauled all of her now-spilled bags to the closet. “I’ll let you sort those out tomorrow,” he announced, coming out and standing over her as she still laughed.

“I’m glad to see you’re a giggly drunk and not a talkative drunk, but I imagine you’d prefer to giggle in bed with me since you were so concerned about it this morning.” He leaned down, grabbed her wrists to pull her up and hauled her over to the bed.

Seo-ah’s giggles stopped abruptly as he manhandled her between the covers, surprisingly gentle for a big bad mobster. She stared at the strands of hair that fell over his forehead. They looked soft. Was it his spicy shampoo?

The hand that he wasn’t tucking under the sheet smoothed the loose hairs back. He paused and glanced up at her.

She ran her fingers through his hair again. It was as soft as it looked. She hoped her hair would be that soft if she kept using his shampoo. 

“Do you like this?” she asked, scarcely above a whisper. 

He nodded. She kept finger-combing it for several minutes, until he finally straightened.

“Good night, Seo-ah.”

~~~

The dull throbbing in her temples was the first thing Seo-ah noticed when she awoke. With a belaboured sigh, she pushed herself up against the headboard.

The glass of water on her nightstand caught her eye. It was still cool. She drank it in three gulps, her mouth drier than a desert.

Stepping into the closet after her shower, nothing but a towel around her, she saw all the bags stacked neatly in a row on her side as the previous night’s memories came back. With a groan, she stepped past them to pull on some old, comfy clothes before facing her husband.

Really? Petting his hair like the cat Drunk Seo-ah was reminded of? Shivering with cringe, she stepped into the kitchen. It was empty today, with her meal again under the metal dome keeping the dishes warm. The bowl of hangover soup was the first thing she reached for.

Once her dishes were washed and put away, she headed to Yoongi’s office.

“Come in.”

She peeked in cautiously.

“Good morning, Seo-ah.”

“Good morning, Yoongi. I’m sorry about last night, if I made you uncomfortable or anything.”

“It’s fine,” he brushed it off. “It’s good you got along well with Miran. She can introduce you to people in society more naturally than I can. And she’ll be a good friend, in general. I’m sure she and her husband suspect something, but no one in my ranks can know that we’re looking for rats. Just…be careful what you say.”

Seo-ah nodded. “I’ll do that. And don’t worry about last night. I was able to spill our story and she didn’t sense anything off about it.”

“Good job. Did you get everything you needed, or will you be going out again today?”

Seo-ah thought about it. “Almost everything. I’ll just be out for a couple hours if Miran is free now.”

“Alright, be safe. When you get back, we should discuss bodyguards.”

“Okay. I’ll text you when I’m back.”

He waved her off and she texted her new friend.

Kim Seoah: I thought of something I need to shop for

Kim Miran: Say less

Kim Miran: Be there in ten!

#bangtanwhq #bangtanfamiglianet #star scribbles #group: bts #member: myg #type: fic #rating: pg-13 #series: berserk tiger #title: interlocution #author: star-my #length: 2-3k #au: mafia #au: haegeum #au: contract marriage

[elementsofemily1193]

Hello Tumblr!💓

Hope everyone is having a good day! I haven’t updated you on my stories in quite awhile but I posted a new chapter of my Chenford Fanfic: Sinking into the Song of your Heart on Ao3, and it could use a little love! I also started a new Chenford fic (because I’m obsessed) called Business and Brushstokes: A marriage contract AU, so if you like my work then you might really like that! Thank you for your continued support to a longtime fan but new writer.

#chenford #chenford fanfic #lucy chen #the rookie #the rookie fanfic #tim bradford #little mermaid #little mermaid au #lucy and tim #ao3 author #marriage contract #romantic fanfic #sharing my musings #Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen

[dalphahale]

@fidelissimi​

​“Just because we are contractually married doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it.” Derek felt she might be thinking the same way but he knew their feelings didn’t actually matter. Not when the government dictated it. They were still in the small room where they finalized their contacts, his hand holding the paperwork he had received on her. He was curious to read it and he would make sure to do so when they got to their new home. “I imagine you feel the same?”

#Contracted Marriage AU #fidelissimi #Ruby

[obligatedburden]

Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Epilogue

#friends to lovers #sudden unexplainable alliance #fake marriage #mafia au #marriage of convience #obligated burden #charles brandon #lindsee peterson #marriage business contract deal

[dramioneasks]

I'm looking for a story I read forever ago and can't find now. It was a marriage law I think. I remember Lucius arranged for Draco to marry Hermione knowing the law was about to be passed. Hermione was homeless I think so she agrees. They go back to Hogwarts where the law is passed and Ginny asks Hermione why she isn't upset and Hermione mumbles something like "I'm already married". I can't find it anywhere under marriage law tags/forced marriage/pro lucius ect.

This was asked years ago but we never found it :(

Edit: Aww :(

herladyshipxx: I remember this fic! It was called becoming Mrs malfoy, I think, but I couldn't tell you who it was by. I think it's been deleted though. I just did a quick look for it and the only fic I found with the same name it different, though a similar premise.

#anonymous #arranged marriage #hermione: poor #lucius #au #contracts and deals #secret relationship