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jenanigans1207 · 3 months

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“With Cas,” Sam presses on, but his voice has gone gentle, like he knows that he’s dangerously close to cracking every facade Dean has worked so hard to maintain for so many years. “You don’t have to do anything different. You don’t have to give anything up, you don’t have to change anything about yourself. He’s already seen what an asshole you are before coffee, and how goddamn messy you leave the bathroom,” That earns a surprised laugh out of Dean and he’s finally able to look up again. “Hell, Dean, the dude’s seen your literal soul. If he knows you that well and he’s stupid enough to stay by your side the way he has, that’s meant to be.”

Dean clears his throat, but it doesn’t do anything to make the lump that’s formed there go away. “Yeah, he’s pretty great.”

“He is.” Sam agrees. He pauses for a second, like he’s contemplating whether or not to say one more thing. Dean can see it in his gaze, the exact moment he decides to go for the kill. “And I can trust him to take care of you, you know? He’d do anything to protect you and keep you safe. He gave up the entire Heavenly Host for you, Dean.”

“For us,” Dean tries to correct, because if he doesn’t , he might actually lose the ability to speak completely.

“For you.” Sam corrects back. “I’m just part of your packaged deal. But if I hadn’t been here and it had been just you, he still would’ve done it.”

It’s not often that Dean allows himself to think of what Cas gave up— not because he doesn’t appreciate it or recognize the magnitude of it, but because it makes him feel completely and utterly inadequate. Because Cas gave up literally everything for him and he’s— he’s just some guy. For all that every God, Monster, and Demon seems to love the taste of his name on their tongue, he’s really not anything special. He’s just some guy who was too weak to sustain the never-ending torture of hell and instead gave in to the worst side of himself, turning himself into the kind of monster he would kill if he ever ran across it. He has trust issues, he has anger issues, he has— a whole hell of a lot more than that, to say the least. He’s not a good person, not an honest or honorable person.

He’s not the kind of person an Angel of the Lord should even look twice at, let alone the kind of person an Angel of the Lord should choose.

Cas could’ve had it all— every happiness heaven had to offer. He could’ve stayed in God’s good graces, in the good graces of the other angels. He could’ve had anything he wanted and instead he chose to sit in the backseat of the Impala, to watch over Dean and Sam while they sleep in every shitty motel the country has to offer. He chose to never eat a homecooked meal, to barely even have a place to call home. He chose what Dean would describe as the worst possible life and honestly? He doesn’t seem like he’s ever looked back.

And when Dean examines that too closely, he just feel like absolute shit. Because Cas deserves everything. He deserves every happiness he gave up, every opportunity he turned down. He deserves more than Dean can ever give him. And Dean often feels like a selfish asshole— dragging Sam back into the life because he didn’t want to be alone, selfishly trying to keep people close to him the they were better on their own— but he’s never felt like more of a selfish piece of shit than he does when he realizes that he’s glad Cas chose to stay down here with them— with him.

“Yeah, well,” Dean’s voice is rough, raw. He feels like he’s bleeding somewhere internally. “It wouldn’t be the right choice.”

“Choosing you is always the right choice, Dean.” Cas’ voice sounds from the doorway suddenly and both Dean and Sam whip their heads in that direction when they realize he’s there. “I understand that I have my work cut out for me in terms of making you realize that, but I will never regret choosing you.”

Dean clenches his jaw and looks away at the same time that Sam breaks out into a smile. It’s small, but it’s genuine and grateful, and Dean thinks that maybe he could just sock both of them in the face and this unbearably vulernable moment could finally pass.

“Cas,” Sam says after a second, “I’d say welcome to the family, but you’ve been part of the family for a long time already.”

God, every part of Dean aches. Everything inside of him feels like it’s bending and then snapping completely as Cas walks fully into the room and meets Sam for a hug, as they smile at each other. The two people who mean the most in the entire world to Dean, and they care about each other in a way Dean could only dream that they’d be able to. It’s absolutely unbearable, how happy he is. He’s so fucking happy that it hurts, a deep ache, a brittle and tender feeling. He doesn’t think his bones are strong enough to withstand it and he thinks that soon he may just fall apart completely.

“Your blessing still means a lot, Sam.” Cas is saying with a hand clapped on Sam’s shoulder. Neither of them are directly looking at Dean but he knows that they’re both paying attention to him anyway, their gazes fixed on him out of the corners of their eyes.

“Hey, I had no choice. I was stuck with him from birth. But he’s alright, all things considered.” Sam is joking and Dean thinks that maybe if he just starts screaming, it would do something to dull these emotions. “So if you’re dumb enough to choose him, well, I’m not going to say no to that.”

Cas shakes his head a little as he lets out a huff of a laugh. “I am.” Is all he says.

It’s such a simple answer, but it encompasses so much. It encompasses every fight they’ve had, every betrayal they’ve managed to pave over. It encompasses the taste of bad blood that stained the space between them so many times as much as it encompasses all the times Dean dropped to his knees and prayed— to Cas, to God, to whoever the hell would listen— begging for Cas’ safety, for his return, for the knowledge that he would always be there. It encompasses every time they’ve been the cause of each other’s wounds as much as it encompasses every time they’ve tenderly and carefully dressed the wounds caused by other people.

It’s only two words, but it says multitudes. Dean had done his part in confessing, in prying every last word out of the shadowed corners of his heart, even with the curse had lifted and the ability to lie has returned to him. And Cas had certainly returned the confession, though it seemed to physically pain him much less to do so. And despite that, hearing Cas claim him to Sam like that, openly and easily acknowledging everything they’ve done through with words that are meant to be a promise for the future— well, Dean really thinks he might be at the limit of all he can bear.

“But make sure you take care of him, alright?” Sam adds, more somber. Even though he’d already expressed his knowledge that Cas would, unfailingly. Even though Cad had, over and over again. But there’s something in the brotherly codebook that demands Sam verbalize it anyway. Dean knows because he would’ve done the same thing.

“I mean,” Cas pulls his expression back into something serious, too. One of his angel faces that gives away very little emotion. “Your brother is reckless, and self-sacrificing. He’s stubborn, too, and almost never listens to reason.”

“Alright, alright—“ Dean tries to interject.

But Cas keeps going, the corner of his lip quirked up, giving away his amusement and sarcasm while Sam laughs openly. “He shoots first and sometimes asks questions later, and I honestly am not yet certain if he knows what a vegetable is.” And then Cas turns his eyes to Dean and the other half of his mouth turns up, too, so he’s actually smiling, and his voice is much softer when he adds, “but I promise to try my best.”

Dean meets his gaze like he has so many times in the past, but it’s completely different now. He’s much better at reading and understanding the emotions in Cas’s eyes, in the lines of his expression. But he also doesn’t have to turn away as the warmth blooms on his chest. He’s allowed to feel that now, to embrace it— if he ever figures out how.

“You’ve got good points.” Sam claps Cas on the shoulder, back to full-blown amusement. “I should probably be wishing you good luck with him instead.”

Cas nods solemnly, “I will need it.”

#I will not explain myself #we will all just not acknowledge me writing destiel in the year of our lord 2024 #but this is for near the end of the fic I’m writing #and we all know I can’t keep shit to myself #so #surprise?#deancas #destiel #supernatural #spn

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ang31 · 1 month

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🎉🪩🎊Party Planning is fun sometimes🎉🪩🎊

Although I’ve been preparing this less than a month in advance 😔, which I should have done a week ago 😢

#surprise?#party #party planning

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wintersera · 5 months

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wait is it NOT winter sera? AM I DUMB??????

its not winter sera, it’s actually winters era 😭

#✿kaye talks #surprise?

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sanguineerose · 6 months

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head over feet - chapter 15

Evan jolts awake to the burning of Barty’s lips brushing against the back of his shoulder, his fingers digging into his waist. He can feel the comforting, warm weight of his body on top of his own, pressing him into the mattress; his breath hot and heavy in the crook of his neck. The bedroom is shrouded in shadows and Evan can hear nothing but his quiet gasps, drowned out by the rain, restlessly beating against the window panes—almost in sync with his rapid pulse. In his sleepy haze, he needs almost an entire minute to realize that he is in his own bed, and Barty isn’t there with him. Evan keeps his eyes closed a little longer, still half asleep, while Barty’s touch feels fresh and almost even real.

#rosekiller #surprise?

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wonwoonlight · 1 year

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fic drop <3

this has been on my queue since.. 6 days ago apparently. but anyway! if any of you is seeing this, this absolute self indulgence of a oneshot will drop in March 5, 00:00 KST <3 pls look forward to it heh

#surprise?#the absolute self control i needed to have to be able to not post this as soon as i finished writing it #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo fluff #the love of my life actually #khione.log

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missunderstoodxoxo · 10 months

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#Surprise?#Marlee Decker #Just Say Yes #my fics #my OCs #plot bunnies #ocappreciation

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ghostlynimbus · 11 months

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Maxine "Max" Mayfield Additional Tags: Merperson Billy Hargrove, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Neil Hargrove is His Own Warning, Hurt/Comfort, Steve Harrington's Pool, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rating May Change, Billy Hargrove Needs a Hug, He gets one eventually, Billy Hargrove Has Powers, Billy Hargrove Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Human/Monster Romance, Monsterfucker Steve Harrington Summary:

Billy Hargrove is a mer who doesn’t know nearly enough about his mother’s people. Steve Harrington is a human who feels like he never knows enough about anything.

#ghost.txt #harringrove #stranger things #steve harrington #billy hargrove #max mayfield #mer billy au #fic: son of the sea #fic update #uhh #surprise?#idk ive had this chapter mostly done for ages #so as a belated birthday treat for myself I'm gonna post it

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butmakeitgayblog · 2 years

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The straps on that little black dress can be so easily pulled down for Clarke too 😩 And the hemline so easily hiked up. What a wonderful night for Lexa and Clarke in CI. Can't wait to see what you come up with 😍

Somebody mentioned that I forgot to mention, reminder that this is unmitigated filth 😬 In all fairness tho, I did say it was turning out way dirtier than I'd anticipated. Ok. As you were. Enjoy😌

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Her laughter is such a precious thing.

As fleeting and rare as it is.

Because more often than not she's a woman of silence, of such stern disinterested contempt that when the bells of her joy ring out... It's ecstasy.

For you it is, anyway.

Because you're the only one who gets to see it. At least in its genuine form. Not the prefectly practiced lilts or the calculated twists of her lips.

No.

You get the belly laughs.

The throaty ones.

The ones when her eyes pinch shut and her head tips back. You're honored to linger in the space of that adorable crease that hides just above the curve of her full upper lip.

And she's given them all to you so freely tonight, each shape and shade of her amusement. As though her very blood has been replaced with something more bubbly. More light.

Maybe it's just that she's more in love with you this particular evening.

You can't tell.

She's the kind of woman that can make the most nihilistic person prone to wishful thinking.

She snatches up your hand and drags you from the elevator of your hotel, leaves you trailing behind her like an adoring puppy. The wine-loosened swing of her limbs deserves to be immortalized as she unlocks the double doors to your suite through their slight sway.

You feel more than hear her giggle as you press against her and crowd her into the room. Bump your hips against her backside and tumble in with her, and wish you could bottle moments like this to save for a rainy day. Freeze them to replay them at your every leisure.

The entirety of the moment.

Her elbow to your ribs included.

You feign an exaggerated grunt and double over, but the little shit just grins over her shoulder and disappears into the bedroom with short quickened steps.

You slingshot around the couch and burst open the door and barrel into the room and--

And feel arms wrap around your waist and unceremoniously fling your ass right onto the bed.

You land with an 'oof' in the downy plumage of comforter and pillows, somehow bouncing twice on the mattress you've spent the last three nights complaining was too hard.

When the smoke and feathers settle, your assassin stands over you in triumph.

"Was that necessary?"

Lexa merely tosses her clutch onto the bed beside your laid-wasted form and reaches up to start undoing the few pins in her hair.

You huff and raise up on your elbows.

"Surprise attack. The betrayal of it all."

"Don't be sour, darling," she breathes through a grin as she moves to toss the pins back onto the beauty table. "You're prettier on your back anyway."

You watch her pull her ponytail loose and run fingers through the newly freed twists of hair across her shoulders, and you don't think it's fair for one person to look that good. Her sigh is gentle as she walks to the stretch of windows that make up an entire wall of your room. It sounds content. Peaceful. Relaxed, there with you.

Your eyes drink her in with the moon as her backdrop, silhouetted in the glow and shimmer of the city that sprawls out below her feet. She rests her hands on the railing and looks to the night sky, and all you see is your assassin turned queen safely guarded in the highest turret of her tower.

A sovereign at peace reigning over you, surveying the vastness of her hard fought kingdom.

She always seems so powerful.

So goddamn regal it makes you ache.

You can't even begin to fathom a time when you didn't love your smartass little conqueror.

Unfortunately her tranquility always raises your bloodlust.

And she knows peace has never really been your forte.

You push up and off the bed in one fluid motion, gaze dropping to the swell of her ass that pops magnificently in those heels. The ones you'd innocently asked her to wear and she'd thoughtlessly obliged.

Her eyes watch you stalk closer in the reflection of the glass. Only a lazy blink passes between you when your hands caress her hips.

"Good anniversary, baby?"

She leans back barely an inch, just enough to settle against your chest. You love feeling the weight of her like this, as though she knows she can't fall when you're near. As though she knows you will always handle her burdens as your own.

She reaches up to stroke fingers along your neck and sift through the fine curls of your hair, turns her head just enough to catch your lips in the gentlest kiss.

"I couldn't imagine anything more perfect, my darling," she whispers in a dreamy daze.

And you smile with how fucked up you are because her voice is sweeter than sugar and cream and yet that sounded intriguingly like a challenge to your ears.

You run your hands over her belly with a questioning hum and lap at the seal of her mouth. But the hitch that rolls through her chest when your fingers trail along her waist makes you greedy. Has you slowing just to relish the warmth of her breath as she pulls back enough to look at you with sharpened eager eyes.

The smell of french lavender and honey clings to her skin as you paint kisses along her neck. You trace the tips of your fingers up her arm and fall in love with the trail of goosebumps that erupt in their wake.

Her reflection watches your every movement as you slip aside the straps of her dress with barely a touch and let them drape. You take your time, mouthing your devotion and ill intent to each little cluster of freckles that dot the creamy expanse of her shoulder.

"Such a pretty dress," you murmur as your hands drop to caress her hips and smooth over the bare thigh that just peeks out.

You find the top of the slit that's held your attention captive for hours and burn at the gasp of realization that flares across her face right before you grab each side and rip.

"So pretty."

"Clarke—"

You stop her when she tries to move, shush her with little more than lingering peck to her lips as you slide your palm up the swathe of newly freed skin.

Her eyes are flat and hooded with hunger as her hips give a restless twitch. But she's good for you. Knows she better be when you're in this mood. She silently yields as you nudge between the inner swell of her thighs and spreads her legs. Your touch inches higher up the slope of her hip and oh—

"Oh my," you breathe when the realization crashes down and lean back just far enough to pull the fabric side. "Now, now... Aren't we a sneaky little slut tonight?"

Your smile is wicked when her head snaps around to glare at you because you're good and goddamn aware that word isn't yours to use.

Know it's only meant for her. Only gets her off when it's spilling from her lips in broken moans while you messily beg her to fuck you senseless.

But as you glance to the supple cleft of her ass beneath the torn fabric of her dress, you can't help but feel it's rather fitting just this once.

So.

She'll just have to get over it.

A swift clap of your hand against the naked cheek is enough to pull her back into the moment anyway.

Her hiss sounds divine and the buck of her hips makes you feel reckless. Makes you feel powerful, and bold, and you're so fucking in love with her for always giving those gifts to you.

"I wanna see you," you whisper in the scant space that lets your lips just brush against hers.

Her impatience huff is always thrilling.

"Goddamn, Clarke," is all she manages to whine before you shush her again.

It's still not her turn to talk.

"Aw, baby," you coo and tsk and crowd in close.

Smooth your hand up her spine to wrap your fingers around the slope of her neck.

Brush your lips against her ear and feel her shiver.

"That wasn't a suggestion." You kiss her slack lips and breathe your words sickly-sweet. "Now... Bend that pretty ass over."

You can't but smile at the sound of her choked back moan, so pleased with how this warlord still bends to your will.

Because she's good and so beautiful as she dips and bows her back, hips raising prefectly into your waiting palms. She sighs as you push her dress up and bunch it out of your way. Lets her head hang as cool air washes over the flushed pink that's already wet. She rocks twice against nothing, searching for some kind of relief for her ache.

And being the tender hearted lover that you are, you take pity on her.

"Touch yourself. Let me see."

A whine so soft you almost miss it rumbles low in her chest.

You'll take it as a thank you for being so kind.

Because she adjusts and moans as she slips a hand between her thighs. Sways her ass the way she knows you love as you lean back just enough to see her, hands still caress the swell of her hips as her fingers begin to play.

This little game had started back when you were still learning each other. Still growing up and together and more in love. When the sounds of her tormenting you through your shared bedroom wall still haunted your every daydream. You'd just wanted to see how long she could go, how in the godliest of hells she had managed to edge herself for hours on end, and the little shit had made it her mission to put on a show.

But like all things with this girl you became an addict. A junkie whose drug of choice was watching her make herself come.

It was a bed of her own making, and you adore letting her writhe in it.

Your eyes watch her fingers swipe through the dripping slick in massaging passes, gliding over swollen lips and spreading herself open. She dips down and circle the edge of her clit. She knows better than to dawdle under the burn of your gaze, earning a groan and a squeeze of your hands when she bucks against her own touch.

You lick the desert that is your lips when she toys at her entrance, murmur tiny sweet words as she teases herself with a few glancing presses before pushing inside. An answering ache lances through you at the sight of a delicate finger fucking in languid thrusts. Because you know what those fingers feel like inside of you, know how she feels wrapped around you, and sometimes this game is all too much.

She's practically shaking in your grip, sounds turning needy and strangled in her throat and you decide that's quite enough.

Her gasp sounds relieved when you whisper, "C'mere, baby." When you wrap an arm under waist and guide her to stand up. She turns at the sudden flex of your wrists and scrambles to regain her grip on the railing to stay on her feet.

And she's good, so fucking good for you, as always, because the slick sheen of her fingers are already waiting. She watches with dark eyes as you lick an obscene stripe up her fingers before leaning forward and taking them completely into your mouth.

Her lips cling to you in their fullness when you move to kiss her, urgent and enveloping, like they can't quite make themselves pull away as she sucks the taste of herself from your tongue.

You know she loves the taste of you. But she loves the taste of herself on you even more.

So you let her lick her own arousal clean. Feel lightheaded as she wraps a leg around your hips. Your hands move with a mind of their own as you twitch the top of her dress down to pool at her waist. Her skin is velvet beneath your touch, beneath your lips, as you kiss down her neck and across her chest.

Her head hits the window with a dull thud when you cup her breasts, eyes hooded and pupils blown as she watches your lips wrap around her nipple. Her hand cradles your head as she hisses and writhes at the flick of your tongue against the staining pebbled flesh.

You kiss again because you have to. Because she looks too pretty not to when she's this desperate. And she feels so good you don't have the heart to throw a fit when she takes your hand and guides it to where she needs you.

She's literally dripping when you slip into her, strings of arousal smearing across your fingertips as you stroke through swollen folds. Her clit twitches as you run gentle circles over it, already straining out of its hood, and you moan at how hot and hard it feels beneath your touch.

You hold her eyes as you slide into her. Let your mouth fall open in a sympathetic gasp because the warmth of being inside her feels amazing for you too.

Her nails bite your back and heel digs into your ass as you press her harder against the window, clinging and so needy as your thigh adds power to each of your thrusts.

It's only when she loses herself to the moment, when she gives total control over and lets her head fall to your shoulder, that you allow yourself a devilish smile.

Because now you can look out at the world sprawling below her.

At her very kingdom laid out at your feet.

You twist your fingers.

Chuckle as you earn another moan.

And keep fucking your queen for all the world to see.

#anon #cruel intentions au #cruel intentions snippet #clexa #surprise?#don't get mad I stopped it there it felt natural 😔#but also yell at me in asks 😏

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simlit · 2 years

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#ts4 #ts4 screenshots #ts4 legacy #bellamy legacy #oc: asha bellamy #oc: calais saunier #uhhhh so it's been 2 years since I posted legacy stuff...#surprise?#idk I needed a mental health break and something easy to post #well nothing I do is easy except this so it was slim pickings #im sure no one remembers where we left off but if you feel inclined to catch up #there's only like 20 or so posts of this #i moved all previous posts to this blog but they're privated atm so to not flood dash #anyone excited to see this can thank cat for being fairly convincing

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riot-writing · 1 year

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Howl's Moving Castle but when the prince of the other country come back to hit on Sophie1

(i actually hashed this out with a friend so there are some comments from her too!)

+Follow up thoughts on Howl’s Moving Castle: what happens when the prince from the neighboring country shows up to try and woo Sophie away from Howl?

+After the war is over he shows up like “Hey, man, glad she broke your spell, too, happy you’re alive, know she loves you dearly, but I gotta give it a shot” and Howl is 30% “Hey I can respect that” and 70% “this is MY emotional support curse breaking kind person and You! Can’t! Have! Her!!!”

+And I think Justin (that is his canon name, sorry you had to find out this way) shows back up knowing how it’s gonna go because Sophie wouldn’t be the woman he fell in love with if she were any less devoted to Howl or wishy-washy in her convictions so he shows up knowing it's not going to happen BUT what he doesn’t know is that Sophie has a very beautiful and kind sister

+So he’s visiting Sophie and meets Lettie and maybe Lettie is actually super smart, not just beautiful like she’s always been told is what matters most. Lettie’s enrolled in university!

+But she’s paying for it on her own because her mother doesn’t support such endeavors but Lettie is Determined!

+So maybe the first time Justin meets Lettie is actually at the cafe because Sophie is showing him around because her mindset is “this man can love me but I’m damned sure going to make sure it’s as a friend” and Sophie tells him her sister is starting university in the fall. And Justin - being the polite prince he is - asks Lettie what she’ll be studying and Lettie says international trade or economics or whatever the fantasy equivalent is and Justin is surprised. Lettie is easily beautiful enough to just marry for money and be a trophy wife, but he definitely respects her decision not to take the easy way out

+So because Lettie is a prepared bitch and she’s familiarized herself with all the readings for her first class already, she and Justin have a decent if very short conversation about how trade taxes have changed since the end of the war but Lettie has to go cause girl is at work.

+So Sophie and Justin have their tea and sweets and then return to Sophie’s mom’s house with her new filthy rich husband because you KNOW the woman would demand to host at least on dinner once she realizes a prince is interested in her daughter

+So there’s a dinner party and Sophie’s mom is being her insufferable self, but Justin is used to it, and he’s really interested in continuing his conversation with Lettie, but he doesn’t get to sit close enough to her at dinner so when the dancing starts, he has his obligatory dance with Sophie - and then one with Howl because the wizard is like “why do you only pay attention to Sophie” and sulks a little - and then goes to find Lettie, who is being nice to, but also trying to brush off a few marriage prospects her mother keeps sending her way

+So Justin cuts in and it’s not like you can say no to a prince so he asks Lettie to dance and she says yes because again you don’t really say no to a prince and she’s expecting him to lay on the charm to like get in good with Sophie, but he almost immediately jumps right back into their earlier conversation about trade clauses and taxation and she’s very surprised

+X: is this intentional wooing on his part because he knows she cares about it or is he genuinely interested in her thoughts?

+Absolutely genuine.

+Anyway the rest is like Justin discovering that just because Sophie is his one true love doesn’t mean she’s his Romantic one true love and that you can love more than one person at a time in more than one way

+Lettie can be considered radically liberal if she were to voice her opinions in some specific social clubs and Justin’s country has always been right leaning so she says some stuff that leaves him reeling and he just needs to know more

+I’m not saying that Lettie romances the heir of a country into changing political parties but I’m not not saying it either

+I also thinks it’s a Legally Blonde situation - Lettie def wants to marry this man but he’s not allowed to help her with school, he isn’t allowed to just give her money, and they don’t even announce their engagement until AFTER she graduates

+Which adds a whole new level of hilarity a la keeping it from her mom cause Justin proposes 6 months before Lettie graduates and they have to keep it hush hush so her mom doesn’t go blabbing about it

#xiaq #this is a thing im doing now i guess #surprise?#howls moving castle #lettie hatter #prince justin #i hate his name too #fanfiction #fanfic #studio ghibli #my writing #answered ask #asks are open #now taking requests

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