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vyperddTitle: Realization
Author: Vyper![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: NC-17
Genre: Slash
Fandom: X-Files
Pairing: Mulder/CSM
Warnings: Slash, Angst, Character Death (this part only, not for the whole fic)
Word Count: 206
Complete: No, just a tiny snippet in a much longer fic that I've been working on for ages, but I think it can stand on its own.
Summary: Realization and acceptance.
Realization.
He wants me.
Acceptance.
I need him.
I belong with him.
Past. Present. Future.
I belong to him.
Then. Now. Always.
I have no say, no choice in the matter. Fate or destiny or God or the Devil has already decided for me. I wonder if the bride in an arranged marriage feels the same way upon meeting her betrothed for the first time on their wedding day.
*Do you take this man?* He escorts me down the aisle and I tremble.
"I do."
*In sickness and in health.* He removes my clothes and I shiver.
"I do."
*For richer or poorer.* He pushes me to my knees and I submit.
"I do."
*To cherish and to keep.* He fastens a collar of gold and platinum around my throat and I weep.
"I do."
*Till death do us part.* He slits my left wrist and I collapse.
"I do."
*I now pronounce you man and wife.* He carries me to our wedding bed and I mourn the life I once lived, the man I once was.
"Husband," I sob as he gently prepares me.
"Wife," he replies as he slowly enters me.
*You may now kiss your bride.* He consummates our marriage and I die.
Author: Vyper
vyperddRating: NC-17
Genre: Slash
Fandom: X-Files
Pairing: Mulder/CSM
Warnings: Slash, Angst, Character Death (this part only, not for the whole fic)
Word Count: 206
Complete: No, just a tiny snippet in a much longer fic that I've been working on for ages, but I think it can stand on its own.
Summary: Realization and acceptance.
Realization.
He wants me.
Acceptance.
I need him.
I belong with him.
Past. Present. Future.
I belong to him.
Then. Now. Always.
I have no say, no choice in the matter. Fate or destiny or God or the Devil has already decided for me. I wonder if the bride in an arranged marriage feels the same way upon meeting her betrothed for the first time on their wedding day.
*Do you take this man?* He escorts me down the aisle and I tremble.
"I do."
*In sickness and in health.* He removes my clothes and I shiver.
"I do."
*For richer or poorer.* He pushes me to my knees and I submit.
"I do."
*To cherish and to keep.* He fastens a collar of gold and platinum around my throat and I weep.
"I do."
*Till death do us part.* He slits my left wrist and I collapse.
"I do."
*I now pronounce you man and wife.* He carries me to our wedding bed and I mourn the life I once lived, the man I once was.
"Husband," I sob as he gently prepares me.
"Wife," he replies as he slowly enters me.
*You may now kiss your bride.* He consummates our marriage and I die.
