Unrelated 91 Days Oneshots

midnight- Vanno x Fio

NSFW AU

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Fio doesn't expect much of her new husband, but she hopes that maybe, in time, she can grow to love him. There were a lot of factors that lead her to the decision to marry him, and not a single one of them was love, though she hoped that that might change over time. Family loyalty was more important, the love for her father and brothers much more valuable than the romantic love she did not hold for Ronaldo.

At least, that was what her father had implied, and that was what she told herself when the man had proposed, just as she had been told he would. If she could fake it up until that point, she could fake it forever, and if she was lucky, it wouldn't have to be fake anymore. Either way, it was very important to her family that she let him get close to her and to marry him, when the time came.

What was more, she wanted distance between herself and her father and brothers. Her childhood had been a happy one, but as she had grown into a woman, she noticed more and more often the distance growing between her family, the distinct feeling that something was off. She felt so smothered even in silence that she had wanted out for quite some time, and if marriage offered her an out, then it was an out that she would gladly take.

Now the ceremony is over, and the honeymoon has begun, and she does not expect much of him, but she hopes that, by the time the night is over, she might have developed some fondness for the man she now calls her husband. It's so easy to pretend to be happy with him in public, and to look at him as if she might love him. If she can pretend hard enough, when it's just the two of them, she hopes she can even convince herself.

"About time I got you alone," he mumbles, and grins at her. "You know, I really didn't want to marry a girl before I found out what she's good for, but I was so scared of what your brother might do to me if he found out I'd made a dishonest woman out of you!" He lets out a loud laugh, even though his joke isn't all that funny, and pulls her in for a sloppy kiss.

"Let's just hope you're good for this," he continues when he pulls his mouth away from hers. She doesn't say a word, but he doesn't seem to care, practically ripping her wedding dress off of her.

Fio almost protests and almost tells him to be a little more careful; she really likes that dress, after all! But, then, her wedding is over. When will she ever have a chance to wear it again? And so she lets him do what he wants with her, because she knows what is expected of her as his wife, though she is incredibly grateful when he finishes quickly and falls asleep nearly immediately after, his back to her.

She curls into herself, hoping that she can fall asleep soon as well. It hurt a bit more than she was expecting, though she had been warned about this, and it was, if she's honest with herself, entirely unpleasant. But she was not expecting much of him, and at least it's over now. She isn't sure, however, that it's going to be easy to teach herself to love him, and she finds herself wishing that the wedding had never had to end.

It had been a lot easier to trick herself during the ceremony, when it was all so romantic that she didn't care who the man at the altar was, when the only thing that seemed to matter was how beautiful everything was. And at the reception, there were friends and family all around, congratulating her and making her feel as if this really were the best day of her life. That part had been so perfect that she hadn't remembered to dread the honeymoon, and she hadn't had to remind herself to smile at Ronaldo whenever he looked her way.

Except it hadn't all been perfect, had it?

She scowls to herself when she remembers Vanno, the way he was looking at her, the way he and Ronaldo had bickered and nearly fought. He hadn't come out and said that he was jealous, that he wished it were him, but he hadn't needed to. His behavior had said it all, and it nearly spoiled the party for her husband, and it had left her feeling irritated for quite some time afterward.