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Magnificent Century: Şehzade Mustafa + Kisses (requested by anonymous)
This is written for the prompt ‘unconditional’ from @drarrymicrofic
Word count: 134
Drarry microfic: without conditions
Cw: mention of infidelity (but not between Harry & Draco)
“What happened to the unconditional love bit?” Astoria’s voice broke on the last words, her tears leaving dark stripes of mascara behind on her cheeks. “Didn’t we vow to each other to love unconditionally?”
Draco sighed deeply, running his hand through his hair. Though his wife was still standing in front of him, his thoughts were already with someone else. Someone with vibrant green eyes and hair so unruly it looked to be done on purpose. Someone he could love unconditionally. And that someone was currently waiting for him outside.
“I’m sorry, Astoria,” Draco said, his voice low and even. “This marriage has never been without conditions.” He paused, rolling the words he was about to say on his tongue. “It has never been my idea to get married to you to begin with.”
Prompt from October 11th
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What if people announced getting a divorce like people announce their babies gender
Like seriously, imagine inviting all your friends and loved ones for a surprise reveal and everyone fills out little cards with what they think the surprise will be (some people trying to figure out when you got pregnant because there are no obvious physical signs before giving up and making peace with the fact they aren't as observant as they thought)
There's cake and gift bags, with little pictures of you and your partner holding a lil sign with a date on it(people think it's the due date of a possible baby, when in fact it's the date your divorce will be finalized)
Towards the end of the party everyone gathers in the back yard where there is a large balloon just floating
There's one friend/family member who was clued into the plan, and they read off what people guessed the surprise is, then they start a count down as you and your partner are each given sharp objects (sword/toothpick, whatever floats your boat) to pop the balloon
Everyone's getting excited and yelling numbers and when you finally get to the end, you and your partner pop the balloon to loud cheers from the crowd, though the sound soon peters out as they stare in confusion and try to process what has just transpired
Instead of pink or blue confetti bursting out like there would be for a gender reveal, loads of mini newspaper articles with the headline:
(Insert first & last names) call it quits after (insert amount of years together). Seems like everyone is Divorcing, what could possibly be worse?'
Nestled inside the balloon is a sign that says: 'It's not a girl it's not a boy, it's a divorce!'
Now that the cat's out of the bag, you and your soon to be ex can get the gathered group of the house
You want Freddy fazbear don’t you
Out of my life.
Me: **watching season 3, episode 1 of Peaky Blinders instead of election coverage for self care.**
Significant Other: Who is that? Oh, right. That’s the sister. What’s her name again? Eve? Eva? Ava?
Me: OH MY GOD IT’S ADAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
Also Me @ SO:
I filed the divorce papers today....
Such a sad and yet a a victory day...
I am a victim of domestic violence and human trafficking..
I developed a Stockholm symptom through the years of abuse...
And even though my head knows the truth and I did my best to set me and my children free, my heart still feels pity for him and stills reacts when he is begging to return home.
I don’t think I will be free for real someday.
Everything that he did to me is in my head, in the way I act, I speak.
I don’t have real friend, I don’t go out, I can’t be with someone normal, I don’t know how
20 years of physical, sexual, mental, emotional abuse
My greatest achievement are my 3 kids, wonderful, good people