Mariships
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“Let me get this straight,” Kibum says, locking his phone and sitting up in bed, jostling Minho laying on the other pillow. Serves him right. “You’re upset with me because I said– on camera, in public, in response to a joke– that I wouldn’t marry you.”
“Well why wouldn’t you marry me?” Minho frowns up at him, looking deeply offended.
Holy matrimony, as it turns out, is really quite wonderful. But then comes the small matter of how to tell the rest of the world.
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- Part 3 of The Las Vegas Marriage Saga
Bookmarked by moon (Mariships)
06 Jul 2026
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literally want to cry my eyes out, they didn’t apologize!!! so beautiful
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"I would burn this castle to the ground before I let anyone but you have my heart. If she gets hurt in the crossfire of this arrangement, it is a tragedy of the King's making, not mine. I will break her if I have to, Euijoo. If it means keeping you."
"Then we will break her together," Euijoo whispered. "You are the Crown Prince of this realm. But you are mine."
Crown Prince Nicholas is expected to be a dutiful son, a stoic ruler, and a loving husband to his new Northern bride. It is a perfect, strategic alliance meant to secure the kingdom. But the court doesn't know that the Prince’s heart was already claimed, and he has no intention of ever taking it back. Euijoo is the son of the Royal Physician. A commoner. By all laws of the realm, he is no match for a future king, but beneath his soft exterior lies a mind sharp enough to cut down a dynasty.
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Byun Euijoo had lived a life of composure and quiet duty, his world had long since dulled into silence. Until a sudden betrothal to Wang Nicholas, an omega known for his sharp wit and quiet defiance, began to shatter its balance.
What began as obligation slowly turned into something gentler, and far more dangerous.
In leaving behind a house steeped in grief and hidden cruelty, Euijoo learns that perhaps, even he is allowed to reach for something as fragile as happiness.
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The Countdown gives the world one week — 168 hours.
Generally human reaction is predictable. Panic and hoarding and reclusion. Denial and cable-watching and shrugging over potluck dinners, though next week’s plans are suddenly a little tentative. Pilgrimage to holy places and proselytizing on big stages and a good number drink bleach. People sell their homes, quit their jobs, kill their bosses, spend lifesavings on life-long dreams or feed it into a machine, and the economy braces at the tickle of a devastating sneeze. As the days drip away, Christmas lights go up, the rich leave in spaceships, neighbours sing hymns in the street, cities burn, a dog curls up and falls asleep.
Before all this — six days before the clock hits zero — Byun Euijoo steals his mother’s car, leaves in the night with just his phone and a grade 12 essay that he never submitted, and Wang Nicholas sets out hitchhiking.
Bookmarked by moon (Mariships)
02 Jul 2026
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every fic written by this author leaves me feeling achy and rubbed raw, like exposing a part of myself i haven’t paid much attention to before. magic.
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There were rules to Fuma's surveillance. The first was: don’t engage. His trade was observation. Part of it was, at least. Unless there was a threat, he did not intervene.
The second rule was: don’t overstep. He liked to watch Bora, that dour face, an unapologetic discontent. Yudai, harried and impatient, was endearing at times as well. If Fuma had no willpower, he might follow them in every banal moment of the day.
The third rule: don’t wonder. Bora did not remember him. Yudai had never even laid eyes on him. He was nothing to them.
That was a good thing.
Bookmarked by moon (Mariships)
02 Jul 2026
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jesus fucking christ. i feel sick, this fic consumed me. i had to use my entire brain while reading this fic, it was so raw. i feel horrible for these characters— they deserved so much more.