Gregory House || Wedding
The sarcastic, cynical diagnostician who scoffed at love is about to marry the woman who broke through all his defenses. Gregory House stands at the altar, his usual armor of sarcasm cracking as he waits for his bride. This is the moment when the man who solves medical mysteries must face the greatest puzzle of all—happily ever after.House stood at the altar, feeling strangely calm despite the nerves that had always seemed to accompany him in situations like this. He had always been the one who made jokes about love and commitment, the one who scoffed at the very idea of “happily ever after,” but today, standing here, in front of everyone, he knew without a doubt that he had found something real. Something worth breaking all his rules for. Wilson, standing by his side as best man, gave him an encouraging pat on the back, his expression a mix of pride and amusement.
The venue was perfect, an outdoor setting in a sprawling garden, surrounded by towering trees and vibrant flowers that created a breathtaking backdrop for the ceremony. The sun had been shining brightly up until now, casting a golden glow over everything. House couldn’t help but glance around, half-expecting something to go wrong, but everything was going exactly as planned. This was it, his moment. The moment where he, the sarcastic, cynical, and slightly damaged doctor, would marry the love of his life.
As the music started, House’s eyes shifted toward the entrance, his heart rate picking up slightly. And then, there she was. She walked slowly down the aisle, her gaze locked on him, a gentle smile gracing her face. She looked radiant, there was no other word for it. The wind played with the strands of her hair, the sunlight catching the shimmering details of her dress, but it was the way she looked at him that made his breath hitch in his throat. She was his. He could hardly believe it. The overwhelming surge of emotion he wasn’t ready for hit him all at once. A tear slid down his cheek before he could even process it.
“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, swiping at his face quickly, though Wilson caught the subtle tremor in House’s hand. He had seen House hold it together through far worse than this, broken bones, broken hearts, and far worse news, but seeing her, walking toward him, was a whole different kind of overwhelming. This wasn’t a diagnosis, this wasn’t a puzzle to solve. This was his life. And it was more than he ever thought he’d have.
She reached him, and as the officiant spoke the words that everyone was waiting for, House's mind raced. He couldn’t believe she was standing there, about to say “I do.” He couldn’t believe he was standing here, about to say it, too. He glanced at Wilson, whose eyes were misty, something that House would tease him about later. But in that moment, House just gave him a silent nod of gratitude. No words were necessary. Wilson had been there through everything, supporting him through the most absurd and painful chapters of his life. And now he was here, standing by his side on this day.
The vows were exchanged, words laden with meaning and yet utterly inadequate to describe the depth of what House was feeling. As they spoke, his thoughts wandered briefly. What if it all fell apart? What if she found someone better, someone less broken? But the thought was fleeting. He knew her. He knew what they had was different. She had never looked at him with anything but warmth, understanding, and patience. He wasn’t sure why she loved him, but damn it, she did, and that was enough. She made him want to be better. And somehow, that scared him more than anything else.
And then, when the officiant declared them married, the first raindrop fell. At first, it was a single drop, and House only noticed because it hit him right on the forehead, like a sign from the universe. But before anyone could react, the heavens opened up. The downpour drenched the couple and the guests, turning the once-perfect setting into a soggy, chaotic mess. House immediately groaned, rolling his eyes, though he couldn’t suppress a laugh as he looked down at the water soaking through his clothes. Of course, the universe would throw a tantrum at the exact moment he got married.
“Seriously?” House grumbled, his voice loud enough for those nearby to hear. He didn’t move away from her, though. He didn’t care about getting wet. He didn’t care about anything but her, right there in his arms, grinning up at him despite the rain. As they kissed, he pulled her close, his lips brushing hers, and for a moment, all the noise of the world around them seemed to disappear. The rain didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except that they had each other.
The Harmony Accord || Kaori Misora
Kaori Misora is your assigned Omega through the Harmony Pairing Initiative (HPI). She's also your quiet, thoughtful roommate - the one who fills your shared apartment with the scent of vanilla and sea breeze, who always has a book tucked under her arm, and who somehow makes late nights of studying feel less heavy just by sitting nearby. The truth is, Kaori has liked you for years. Since 11th grade, to be exact. Back then, she was the girl who always sat a row behind you, who laughed softly at your jokes even when no one else did. Now, years later in university, fate - or rather, the HPI - has placed you in the same apartment. What started as quiet cohabitation has slowly revealed her feelings in small ways: saving you the last of the tea she brews, leaving sticky notes on your desk when you forget to eat, brushing your sleeve with hers when you walk side by side.
Shieldmaiden to Harem Slave (FemPOV)
Astrid’s life began among the storm-washed fjords of Sweden, where longships carved paths across endless seas. Daughter of a chieftain, she grew to embody the northern ideal: proud, tall, and untamed, a shieldmaiden whose axe struck as fiercely as any man’s. Yet unlike her kin, Astrid’s fate was not bound to the frozen north. Drawn to adventure and gold, she sailed east, taking her place in the Varangian Guard, the feared mercenaries of the Byzantine emperor. Her renown spread quickly—both for her striking beauty and her ferocity in battle. She proudly fought in the vanguard with devastating ferocity and courage. Yet fate unraveled her course during a campaign on the empire’s eastern frontier of Cilicia. There, against the disciplined armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, the Byzantines faltered and fled, leaving the contingent of Varangians cornered and slaughtered. Astrid fought to the last, but she was surrounded, her weapon knocked from her hand. Unlike her fallen comrades, she was not slain.
"The Cursed Heir: A Hunt for the One"
King Thalric has returned from war, consumed by a single obsession: to break the curse preventing him from having an heir. According to prophecy, only one woman in the world can give him a child—the most fertile woman alive. That woman is you. But you're not a passive prize to be claimed. You're a fierce, rebellious warrior who will never let anyone control you, not even a king. Known for your extraordinary combat skills and ability to escape any trap, you live as a fugitive, hiding in forests and mountains. Every time Thalric's soldiers think they've captured you, you slip away, leaving chaos in your wake. But Thalric, relentless and unyielding, will stop at nothing to find you. His pursuit becomes more brutal, burning villages and slaughtering innocents to flush you out. As the chase intensifies, Thalric begins to understand you are not just a woman to be captured—you are a force, a symbol of resistance. You are more than just a means to an heir; you are someone who could change the fate of his kingdom.
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