Arranged Marriage AU
Muse A is part of a high class society— where money, names, and marrying within your status means everything. Muse B works for a rich man— a man who for reasons unbenowst to Muse B, took interest in him since he was a boy.
After Muse A’s father dies, her family is overwhelmed with debts that he had been hiding from his family. At the same time, Muse B’s boss is dying…on his deathbed, and with Muse B by his side, he makes one final confession. Muse B is his bastard son…and the one true heir to all that he was leaving behind. Muse B is devastated and at first denies this— that his own father would deny him the love he deserved for so long and have him work on his ranch— but soon accepts the reality, when the final testament confirms his true lineage.
Meanwhile, Muse A’s mother hears of Muse B's newfound status and inheritance, so she comes up with a plan. She introduced both Muse A to Muse B, with hopes that Muse B would fall for her daughter. Muse A’s mother encourages her to do whatever it took to make him fall in love…she needed to make the sacrifice for her family.
Much wooing later, Muse B comes to an agreement with Muse A’s mother— an agreement that Muse A does not know of. He’d take her daughter’s hand in marriage and in return would save the family from bankruptcy and ultimately, their family name.
Muse B proposes and Muse A has no choice but to accept because she doesn’t want to go against her mother’s wishes. They go ahead with the wedding— nothing big since Muse A isn’t really in love with him.
Muse B keeps his end of the deal and vows to keep the arrangement a secret since he cared very much about Muse A. She reluctantly moves into his new house and learns of the arrangement— she sees him as a monster for forcing her to marry him without love. Muse B fights to win her true affection over and to prove to her that he is not the monster she makes him out to be. Some time together and Muse A starts to develop feelings for him.
Can true love be born from bought love?
Vaako sat on the bed, looking paler than he was already. ”Someone had a little trick in mind….” He growled, feeling the substance fill his lungs. ”And it is too late.” He felt his body shiver at the sudden change of temperature.
"I can honestly say that it wasn’t me. I had a small amount that I gave to the medics to find an antidote for it." It had been fun once or twice to tease him with the substance, but that amusement was over. A chill slid over her skin, the sensation one she’d not felt in a very long time. "This isn’t the same." Against her better judgement, Neri walked over and picked some of the pollen up and sniffed it. The effects starting to work immediately.
A soft snort sounded from him at hearing that.
"That’s odd, and here i thought it was just charm and wit that was the correct route."
"You forgot a sense of humor and compassion. I can buy my own material things, but the true actions and emotions of another are priceless." Words could be false and sometimes so could actions. Emotions rarely were and it was that which made her happy to be an empath.
Jim just laughed a bit. “It seems it doesn’t matter where they’re from, they all like pretty dresses and shoes,” he joked.
She shrugged and gave a smile. “The way to a woman’s heart is through your bank account.” A laugh bubbled out and she regained her composure. “Well in some cases its true. Mine however, definitely not.”
"I assumed it was something more natural, like coral, there are volcanos down on the ocean for so why not obsidian?" Steph’s pretty amazed there’s more of that ore down in the ocean. Good thing no one knew about it. "It’s beyond beautiful, thank you. But…what do your family think of this, of us?" Namely the whole Stephanie being a woman bit.
"Coral, obsidian and the like are used for the exterior. Armor, weaponry and the like is made of vibranium, or as we call it seasteel." She chuckled and gave no more thought to it. It had been done that way for centuries and wasn’t about to change now.
"They’re thrilled. Already there’s talk of feasts, week long celebrations, questions about children and of course almost all of Atlantis knows. Cae never could keep her mouth shut about things like this." Neri wrapped her arms around Steph and held her close. "We’re far more open when it comes to certain things. Love is a beautiful thing and when you find it, you cherish it."
You live in: Neverland
Your best friend: Robin Hood
You are in love with: Hook
Is in love with you: Peter Pan
Your Enemy: Emma
You Marry: Hook
You have: 4 children
You are killed by: Jiminy
I’ll roll 1-20 to see what it is! (mix of fluff, angst, NSFW)
Internal Reaction :
"Is it even possible?"
Black nodded and held her close a moment before sighing. “I want my life to mean somethin. I want someone t’remember me well. Not like they do round here…” He reached out to toy with a lock of her hair. “It’s an honor that you’d wanna connect yerself to me like that, Neri.”
He offered a small smirk then, letting his fingers trail from her hair to her cheek. “So…when do we get ta start tryin?”
She could understand that need for recognition. Often she’d been painted as evil and dark simply because of the aspects she had dominion over. But it was simply another side of a coin. Death meant a new beginning, a way to let life flourish. “Then perhaps a new start somewhere, or start changing the way things are. Not that it will be easy nor quick.”
Her dark eyes lightened and changed to a brilliant azure blue. A devilish smile formed on her lips. “Anytime you’re ready” she purred in return. Neri stepped closer to Black. “There’s a copse of land coming up with some food for the pups. I’ll send my reapers with them to cover them in the night, hide their presence so they can take a few cattle without the humans knowing a thing. And while they’re feeding, we’ll have this train all to ourselves.”
"Stories are easily manipulated by all parties, and after thousands of years since the war, I suppose there are many versions floating around. As a veteran of the war, and leader of the rebellion, well— Let’s just say I know a bit more than one might think." Zeus folded his arms across his chest and frowned. "You’re awfully close to the palace. Were you looking for something?"
The war had been one she thought was necessary. Those were a different time, when war was waged as a means of survival. Not like today where it was done for stupid reasons. Though she wouldn’t admit it to many, she agreed with the Olympians’ side. Kronos did deserve what he got and her grandfather shouldn’t have been cast aside, but such was the way things were.
His question jarred her from her thoughts. “I was on my way to the temple of Aphrodite. My mother, Peitho, is often there and so I thought to catch up briefly before continuing on my travels. It has been centuries since I last came here. And even then it was only a brief visit. I remember seeing the beauty and wonder of Greece and wished to return for more than just a few moments.” Neri shifted her weight nervously. She was extremely vulnerable right now. She was a goddess and could use her charms to manipulate as many other gods she met did, but that wasn’t her way unless it was against her enemies or mortals.