She/her - Multi fandom - Poet - AAPI - Anime Trash - A blob wearing human flesh I wrote a book -> “Garden for a Shadow” https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/garden-for-a-shadow-sukey-yong/1142214847
Prosperity, a Retelling of This Arrangemnt, by ALotMoreGinger and TheRookieKing412
Rated: E
Genre: Romance/Drama
Work In Progress
The Prosperity Regulations, as established in 1862 due to the hazardously low birth rates of years prior also known as “The Great Drop”, has celebrated over 150 years of successful Arrangements.
The Political unrest caused by dissatisfactory Arrangements shall be handled by the Prosperity Regulations Office. Your Happiness and Satisfaction is guaranteed, and Arrangements are made for the Greater Good.
Thank you for your compliance to Prosperity.
Update: I just wanted to give you a heads up and let you know this story is going to go on a slight hiatus. I am currently writing my novel. I've defitnaly been writing things outside of my novel, just to take breaks here and there, practice, warm ups and such, so the next chapter will be out sooner than you think. In additiona, this story is only half way down, we have forty chapters planned out so this is only the beginning!
“Come on Nana!!! We’re almost there!” She blinks a few times. Clover? But wasn’t Clover- “It’s just over this way, hurry!!!” The child shouted excitedly as they started running. Another flash of light, now they’re standing in the middle of what looks like a party. A party in the middle of a valley? How odd…there’s even what looks like ruins of buildings littering the area, but things are changing too quickly for her to truly question anything. People weaving in and out of her sight. A sheep, beings from the sky, an allay, a man bathed in purple, shop owners she met in passing, people from her village, and more. People she knew, some she didn’t, and some who shouldn’t be this happy to see her. Her kids are here, all of them, dancing together and having fun. Even her adopted son, but he’s mad at her isn’t he? Why is he here, smiling at her? And his son, Varian, he should be cowering in fear at her, but he’s playing on her tail with Clover and Q. “None of this makes sense” keeps playing in her head, over and over, as the world spins. It spins faster and faster, voices clamoring, people getting closer and closer, until it all gets to be too much and-
“Nana”
Said in such a small voice, but it was enough to make everything come to an abrupt halt. It’s like the world was frozen, even time itself. No one moved, except for Clover. The child stepped closer to the dragon and looked her in her eyes.
“He’s coming back”
Before she could respond, her vision faded, and hues of purple, red, and black filled the world around her.
She jumped awake with a start, quickly taking in her surroundings. Taking deep breaths she slowly began to remember where she was. She was on her way back to cozy town from the shrine. Dj… he had woken up, they were going back together. Where is he? She looked to the place he had fallen asleep that night, and instead of his sleeping form, she found a note. Hastily she picked it up, her claws shaking as she read it. He had left. Fury, regret, anguish, all flooded her body. Something clicked inside of her, a fire she thought she had long since extinguished came roaring back to life. Her gaze turned to that of a beast as the desire every dragon has began to take hold of her conscience. The desire to destroy.
Thrashing around, she barely noticed the two figures who just appeared out of seemingly nowhere, she didn’t understand what they were saying, her mind was too fuzzy. One looked worried, at least she thinks it’s worry. The other looked happy, a bit too happy. She snarled as they strode towards her. The worried one flinched, but the happy one just smiled and took out what looked like… a leash? “I don’t think I can come back from this this time…” she thought as the beast took over. Oh well, everything must come to an end. Her life flashed before her eyes as the last of her humanity left her, the clicking of the leash and the feeling of a new dimension the last things she experienced as a person. No more regret, no more pain, no more suffering. She felt…safe. Two words rang in her empty mind. “End…Master”
wilbur never wanted kids. he was never fit for the role. it wasn’t like he hated kids, no, he just didn’t know what he was doing. and he didn’t have any good role models either, no good parental figures he could aspire to be like. so yeah, he was okay with this, he didn’t need to have kids.
that was fine, until it wasn’t.
everything changed when he met varian. the two had become an unlikely pair after wilbur stumbled onto a destroyed cherry blossom village, vacant except for one. a half demon kid, no older than 12. wilbur couldn’t take him in. he couldn’t help the kid, right? he couldn’t live with him dying out there on his conscience, because it was obvious the kid wouldn’t be able to survive alone. and if he did he would only live through hardships, something wilbur knew too well.
after that thought, he knew he couldn’t leave this kid alone in a village to rot away. so he helped bring him to his home, unintimidated by what the demon could do, worry for himself and his safety the last thing on his mind. he took him in, gave him food, which he quickly picked up on the fact that the kid was definitely a picky eater, and made a makeshift bed for the kid to sleep on. he could tell the kid didn’t want to stay, that he was scared, but not of wilbur, no, he was scared of what he would do to wilbur. all he could do was reassure the kid, promising that he wanted him to stay with him.
wilbur didn’t understand why he felt a rush of relief when he woke up and he was still there, but he knew it happened. that was the beginning of it all.
after that, mornings staying in bed until the ungodly hours of the day turned into making breakfast while the sun rose. afternoons of pacing the house turned into teaching boat and reading lessons, the latter of which came as a shock to wilbur when he learned that the kid did in fact, not know how to read. nights of drinking turned into nights of making popcorn while vari scanned through wilbur’s movie collection, definitively calling him out on his weird obscure movie collection.
it was nice. wilbur never wanted to be a dad, but having this kid around made him feel, almost complete.
when the kid started calling him papa, that was a whole other set of emotions he had to work through. he never told the kid he was his dad, but never said he wouldn’t be either. and he couldn’t lie when he could feel a clear warmth grow in his chest every time the kid smiled up at him, telling his papa about how much he is learning while reading through the books wilbur kept.
he loved being his dad. he enjoyed spending time with vari, and taking care of him was really just a benefit. over the next three years wilbur adapted to the “papa” role. he was content and happy for one of the first times in his life.
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wilbur doesn’t know why he woke up. it was late, so late that nothing would be awake, besides mobs. thankfully he’s lit up his land with torches to keep them safe from everything. but he can’t help the clawing feeling in his chest. he gets up, immediately rushing to his son, son? his sons room. as soon as he climbs up to his bed a wave of shock and fear washes over him, his boy is gone.
the windows open. his bed is empty. some of his stuff is gone, but some of it…it’s still here?
wilbur waits, assuming his son must’ve needed to get something, as absurd as it sounded, he couldn’t bear to think of any other explanation.
he wouldn’t just leave.
wilbur waits more, assuming his son might’ve gotten lost on his way back home? so what if it’s been two days? that must be it.
he wouldn’t just leave, right?
wilbur builds a map room. he’s sure he can find his son, must’ve just lost his compass and couldn’t find the house. even if it’s been a week.
he couldn’t just leave.
he builds an alchemy room for his son. he remembers vari mentioning to him that he was interested in alchemy. surely this will bring him home. he will come back. two weeks isn’t that long.
he couldn’t just leave, right?
he waits. but nobody comes.
he stops sleeping, he stops eating, he can’t stop pacing. why did he leave? was he a bad father? did he upset him? he finally thought they had been comfortable together, wilbur finally felt happy. he swore vari finally felt safe with him. what did he do wrong? why did he leave?
did wilbur not deserve him? he didn’t think he did, but he hoped that maybe he would finally be allowed to be happy.
he’s a failure, he must be. he failed to keep this kid around just like he failed in getting his “mom” to stay.
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