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pairing: jungkook x reader
wordcount: 11k
glimpse: having jungkook for a husband is great as far as arranged marriages could go; he’s easy to love. your relationship’s perhaps become so easy that jungkook doesn’t think sometimes — and that’s what makes it the easiest for you to hate him.
alternatively, you and jungkook married each other for business, but the both of you stay for love.
[ angst, arranged marriage au, fluff n really wholesome scenes (it cancels out the angst i swear), Jungkook Tries Hard (affectionate), miscommunication, jealousy, self-deprecation, sexual innuendos (no actual smut here!!), did i already say that jungkook tries rlly hard and is remorseful the whole time ]
notes: my year-ender fic for 2022 :) thank u for being here — i’m grateful for all ur love n support!! i’ll see u in the next one <3
as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!!
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The Language of Flowers
☾ Genre: Fluff
☾ Warnings: N/A
☾ Pairing(s): Malleus Draconia x GN! Reader
☾ Notes: Entry for the event "new beginnings from @briarvalleyarchives. I think Diasomnia fans deserve a nice fluffy treat for all that's happening.
Malleus believed that humans were selfish, greedy, and annoying cowards. Throughout his long life, the Fae Prince has seen humans steal from themselves and others. Bring down their own kingdoms and destroy his people’s lands. He truly believed that most, if not all, humans were the most despicable things in the world. But even so, he could not deny that they were interesting.
Even though they touch everything that they destroy, humans were able to rebuild as well. He has seen the gardens they have built. The families they created. The art that they made. He has seen them thrive no matter the circumstances they faced. Humans were abhorrent creatures, yes, but the select few were admirable beings.
Malleus rarely took any time to research them. Yes, some humans lived in Briar Valley, but most kept to themselves and the families that they surrounded themselves in. They were rarely in the castle and although he had run into a few of them in the woods, Malleus never stayed any longer than he needed to. So, when he found himself falling for the Prefect of Ramshackle dorm—a magicless human, at that—he was not quite sure what to do. He was not well versed in human courting rituals and any advice he took from other humans did not seem good enough. The Prefect had captured his heart without him knowing, but as they were human, he was not sure where to go about courting them.
How does one capture a human’s cruel heart?
That was the first question Malleus had asked Lilia. He was the one to suggest that they attend Night Raven College so that the Fae Prince may expand his knowledge on humans and other species around Twisted Wonderland. He should be able to provide Malleus with the means of courting a human.
“How about flowers?” his caretaker suggested.
The pair sat in one of the black velvet couches in Diasomnia’s lounge. Green light emanated from the candles sitting on the brass candle holders that dotted the dorm, providing enough light to make up for the lack of windows inside. Lilia cradled a glass of tomato juice in his hands, sitting on the left end of the couch as Malleus held a mug of black coffee, sitting on the right end. The other residents in their dorm were fast asleep, leaving the two faeries to themselves and their conversation.
“That suggestion was given to me too many times to count,” Malleus stated. It was a repetitive proposition that was given to him by both Vil, Riddle, Cater and any other humans that he came across. He did not quite understand why giving them such a simple thing as a bouquet would make the Prefect happy. Flowers would not last as long as his love for them, but gold and gems would.
Alas, the last time he tried to give the Prefect a wonderful emerald necklace, they rejected his offer stating that they could not possibly take something so valuable. “I still don’t get why the Prefect won’t accept the gems and gold that I have given to them.” He sighed, feeling an ache in his chest as he remembered his latest gift being pushed back into his hands.
“Young Master, you must remember that the Prefect is a normal human,” Lilia chided, taking a sip from his cup. “Gems and gold are not the standard for them, not to mention it’s more inline with families like the Al-Asims.”
“If I can’t give gems, nor gold, then what shall I give them?” It was how dragon fae courted each other. Showering each other with the shiniest gifts that they could afford was the way that Malleus was taught to court others; although, it was assumed that he would take a fae lover, not a human. “And I do have the intent of marrying them!”
Malleus watched as Lilia sighed before placing down his tomato juice and snapped his fingers. A book appeared in his hands titled: A Guide to Floriography. Sitting up from his seat, Malleus leaned in closer as his caretaker flipped through the yellowed pages before stopping and meeting Malleus’s gaze. “I am well aware of your feelings towards the Prefect and flowers are a sure-fire way for you to properly confess your infatuation with them. It would help bring your relationship to the next level, so to speak.”
The prince looked at the green book in Lilia’s hands. Floriography was something that he was not interested in, and although he may know the meaning of a select few flowers, it was not important in his eyes. But if something as simple as a bouquet would be able to reach the Prefect’s heart, then he would send them one.
“Very well, I’ll play along.”
Lilia clapped his hands together and with a grin states, “Splendid! Let us begin.”
It was late at night when you heard the doorbell of Ramshackle ring throughout its halls. Grim was already sound asleep in your bed, snoring and muttering under his breath. The ghosts had already retired for the night as well. You were the only one awake at that hour and knowing the headmage, he must have sent something for you to take care of. Again.
With a heavy heart in their chest, you walked towards the front door. Upon opening it, a beautiful bouquet set in a green vase was the only thing left on the porch. Confused, you looked around the area, seeing nothing but darkness and the flicker of lights from the college. You didn’t know what this was for, but you did have an inkling of who might have given it. After all, Malleus wasn’t known as one of the greatest wizards for nothing. It wouldn’t be surprising for him to poof! into existence in front of your doorstep, drop off the flowers, and then disappear again.
Picking up the vase, you noticed the thorny vines and flowers painted around the vase glinting in the moonlight. A yellow card caught your attention. A gust of cold wind hit you, and you quickly went inside to avoid the cold. Once the door was shut, you looked back at the card tied to one of the stems of the flowers and read it:
My dear beloved,
For the last few weeks, I have been attempting to court you. I was not sure how humans started their courting rituals, so I started courting you in the way that I might court a faerie. I apologize for that as it seems that my intentions were not clear for my affections for you.
I shall make them clear right now.
My dear, since the night that we have met, I have been enraptured by you and your personality. I cannot say all that I feel through words alone, so I will let the flowers help me—as silly as that sounds. I will start with the ones on the vase.
Briar Rose – I Am Wounded
Initially, I was offended that you had rejected my gifts. Most people from my kingdom would be honored for such riches, but I forget that you are human and not of this world. So, while I am no longer wounded, I still feel the sting of rejection whenever I remember the returned gifts given back to me. Now, onto the bouquet.
Carnations – Fascination
The night that we had met, I admit that I was running from my guards. I had wanted to look at the beautiful gargoyles that sat atop the ledges of Ramshackle dorm and one such guard claimed that it was far too late for such a thing. I disagreed and went anyway. When you emerged from your dorm to see me, I was surprised that you had not known me, so I allowed you to give me a name. It took quite a while for you to find out my identity, but I still like the fact that you call me “Tsunotaro.” An interesting name and one that I cherish.
Red Chrysanthemums and Forget-Me-Nots – I Love You and True Love
I have loved throughout the years, but none as strong as my affections for you. Love is not something that is readily available for the fae, yet humans seem to have an affinity for it along with destruction. It’s funny. We are not able to lie so you would think that we would wear our hearts on our sleeves, but that is the farthest thing from the truth. We keep our hearts to ourselves, as close as we can, so for me to lay it bare before you and allow you to take it is something of great significance towards me, and I hope for you.
White Heather and Orange Blossoms – Protection and Innocence
You know nothing of this world, that much is certain, my dear. You have been moved from your home world to mine and knowing all the dangers that this world possesses, I vow to keep you safe. Innocence is something that is not common in this world, but naivety is. You have both and as amusing as it is, I know that if you were to leave these grounds and get hurt, I would never forgive myself for not being there with you. However, orange blossoms also represent eternal love; the love that I have for you. So even when you pass, know that I have loved you and will continue to love you until the day I inevitably pass as well.
Jonquil – Desire For Affection
If you are still reading this letter, I am sure by now that I have gotten my feelings across to you. Now all I yearn for is your affection in return. I wish to see you every morning with a smile on your face. I wish to have your arms around me, holding me gently. I wish to be with you, and I hope that you would allow me to be by your side. If you return my affections, please meet me tomorrow night outside of your dorm and give me your answer.
Yours,
Malleus Draconia
Boruto but it focuses on the consequences of the war and not just the peace that comes after. Boruto but it talks about the cultural genocide of both the Uzumaki and Uchiha clans since Naruto never got to know his own heritage and Sasuke is still living as an exiled man, while Sarada doesn't know anything about her own clan even if she's the last one living in Konoha. Boruto but it focuses on these children finding out about their ancestors' legacy and, in Sarada's case especially, are able to resignify what their clans are. Boruto but Boruto and Himawari are taught about the oppression in the Hyuuga clan and about their uncle, and Neji is remembered as a hero but also as a sign of the Hyuuga's dark history. Boruto where Kurama, who lived inside both Mito and Kushina Uzumaki, is able to teach Naruto and the kids about Uzumaki traditions and practices. Boruto where Sarada connects with her father by learning the Uchiha traditions through him, or learning about them herself and sharing with him a few moments of tradition to remind Sasuke where he came from and that he's still an Uchiha despite the massacre and despite what he's done, because it doesn't change where he came from. Boruto where Sarada learns about Itachi, and is able to take her own conclusions about what her uncle did and know he's both to blame for the end of her clan as well as a tool of the oppressive government system that set him to do what he did when he was only a child. Boruto but the village recognizes Madara was one of its founders and despite whatever he has done, the Uchiha are part of their history and they raise memorials to remember never to let something like the Uchiha massacre to happen again, to remember the fundamental message of the story which is to break the cycle of hate. Boruto but they get to restore what's lost little by little, even if it'll never be the same, and the kids learn from their parents past mistakes and grow from it without feeling bitter about them, and are able to make a better place for themselves and the next generation.
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an incomplete collection of tweets i consider to be short poems
"Well, John bought a bar of chocolate, Cadbury's chocolate, and when he came out of the newsagent's he broke it in half. Gave me one half. I was amazed because, you know, back then, chocolate was really something. Most boys would break off a little square, but John gave me half his bar." [x]
When a physicist falls in love :)
Richard Feynman's love letter to his deceased wife, 1946.
before you do anything self destructive:
look at yourself in the mirror and imagine doing the self destructive thing to your 5 year-old self. would you tell them all the awful things you tell yourself? would you do to them all the awful things you do to yourself?
Oh this is kind of fucking me up.
Imagine being Camila Noceda. You are given interests that are out of the norm of your peers, your identity and who you are is pushed or scrutinized by the people in your life even if their ways of doing so all feel discreet or obvious. You find a loved one who loves your cosplaying, fandom, and dorkiness. Hell, maybe you fell in love with him because of that fact. You talk to him about theories, fan content, of different zines way before the internet became a thing.
You would stay up all night, knowing full well that you have someone who understands, thinking that your future kid might understand what it means to be loved like this too.
And then your husband grows sick. You move away from family and loved ones just to get to a hospital for treatment. The house becomes smaller. The taste in the food is different. The feelings linger the days after. You’re juggling the judgement of peers, of work, the death of someone who loved you and your daughter so dearly, and everywhere you go you see people seeing your daughter as a failure, an outsider.
She is being bullied. She feels like she can’t live up to who she wants to be. She thinks the same way as you, she feels the feelings you feel; she is her own person, and yet you see every hurt part of yourself within her.
You remember the isolation. The way you pushed all of what you loved away to fit in. The idea of being normal feels better and more safe, and yet, everyday you see your daughter hurt slowly and slowly. You realize too late you’re doing the same thing as the peers before you had done as well.
And when she returns, the house gets bigger.
The three-chaired table becomes seven. The basement is full. The closet holds less dust. Your husband’s cosplay inspires tiny eye scopes and headsets. There are flag stickers on your walls. Queer books on your shelves. Pictures in your wallet. You hear laughter, you hear children laugh and sing and play.
You hear yourself through all the noise. And in the middle, you see your daughter.