#The Vegas wedding AU no one asked for

[ray935sworld]

Vegas reconsilation (Rosquez)

Chapter 1: One more moment

Vale knew he loved Marc. He was crazy about him. Obsessed. He was ready to throw everything away for him. He was willing to give up. Disappear, never to be seen again if it meant he could stay with Marc.

And that was the problem. He couldn't find the limit. He couldn't find the line he wasn't willing to cross for the younger man. No matter what he thought about, he'd do it if it was for Marc.

That was what scared him.

It scared him that he was willing to give his life worths of podiums, wins, championships, decades of racing up for just one man. His man.

He inspired so many people but he'd stop the second he'd asked him to.

It scared him that he would step down in the academy. He wouldn't like it but he would do it.

It scared him that he was willing to move out of his beloved little, cozy hometown that he never truly left.

Not a second thought. If Marc wanted it, he would do it and not regret it. And that was the problem. Despite his love for Marc, he feared that it would end up being tainted. He feared that his love wasn't as pure as he wanted it to be.

He didn't want to wake one day, retired, with Marc, still out there on the best way to win his 9th championship, beating Vale's record, taking away what made him special and unique for decades and only feel hate for the younger man. He feared he would look in his eyes and not be able to feel the love he felt for him.

He feared he would regret their relationship. He feared he'd grow resentful once Vale had to stay behind at their place, watching the races from home, while waiting for his lover to return.

The thought to not find comfort and love in his younger lover had driven Vale insane. It made him chose the extrem. He refused to even see if he'd feel resentment towards Marc if he even made it that far. He didn't dare finding out.

Instead he chose to push him away, make Marc hate him. He preferred the one that got away even if he pushed him away over letting Marc be trapped with someone that would end up hating him for fulfilling his own dream. Marc didn't deserved that. He deserved to be loved, completly, innocent, purely, no hidden fear or hate.

What if one day Vale would hate Marc for winning? And then Marc would be stuck with him. Would they have gotten married by them? For sure. And the last thing Vale wanted was that his perfect man was stuck in an unhappy marriage with a man that resents him.

So he left.

Until now.

Until Vale, retired, woke up with Marc, still riding, on the best way to win the 9th title, in his arms.

It was one of the moment he had always feared. Still. He didn't want to run.

He was just laying there, naked or half naked at least, Marc laying on his chest. His arms were wrapped around his chest. He was still sleeping peacefully.

Has this been what he had been so afraid of? No. No this couldn't be possible. It should be poison. It should hurt and almost kill him. It should make him bitter and angry and everything he felt during the last 10 years. But now all those feelings were gone.

How could poison taste so sweet? Maybe because it wasn't poison. Maybe he had just convinced himself it was poison when in reality it was sweet nectar.

Vale stared at him for a few seconds, torn between his options. He knew he should start yelling, to keep the facade up. But he didn't manage to raise his voice. He just couldn't disturb and scare him like that. It'd be a crime.

He could leave quietly. Get out of bed and disappear before Marc had enough brain capacity to understand what was going on or before he registered him. He'd leave him there like a dirty secret, like a moment that never happend. He didn't deserve that either.

The only other alternative was to stay. He knew he couldn't chose that either but sp he didn't. It was the only option that didn't seem cruel but he couldn't stay. He told himself he would go any second. Somehow. But he didn't. He looked at Marc and he knew he couldn't leave.

"Just one more minute of living in the past. One more moment in my dream" he told himself every time the minute passed and a moment was over. But he didn't let go. He couldn't. Not yet.

He hold him close, breathing in his scent. He listened to his heartbeat, figured out how he was breathing. It all felt so familiar.

He had denied it himself for years, almost a decade and now he was treasuring every second. He was addicted to it. He refused to it give up. He refused to give him up. Even if it was just this one moment of illusion that swallowed him whole.

He was just laying there, wondering how he could ever think some cheap emotions would destroy that. He smiled but didn't dare to lean down to give him a kiss to the forehead like he used to.

He knew it'd wake him. Nonetheless he knew it was inevitable. And as if Marc had sensed it, he felt him stir. He was moving a little bit, just his head. He heard him sigh like he always did shortly before he woke up.

He watched Marc open his eyes. Just one. Then he blinked, his eyes not fully opened, almost immediately falling shut again. Vale smiled. Some things never change.

Then he watched how the realization seemed to wash over Marc. His eyes went wide, shock taking the color out his face.

"Vale-!" he gasped flinching backwards. He knew he should take this as his clue. That this was the moment to return to reality. No more play pretend. But he didn't.

"Please" he whispered, still holding onto him. He knew his voice conveyed the begging but right now he couldn't care less.

"Just... Pretend I wasn't an idiot. For one more moment. I can't... I'm not sober enough to lie. I can't act right now. Not after this" he asked. He knew he had no right to ask this of him but he was a selfish man.

"After what?" he sounded genuinely confused. "I can't remember what happened yesterday" "Yeah... Me neither. Just... It was my birthday which means..." He swallowed at the realization. This had to be a joke. How could all this really be a coincidence?

"It's your birthday now..." Marc looked at Vale, an unsure look in his eyes. He looked like he wasn't sure if he should run or stay. Vale spoke softly, hoping to influence the decision in the slightest. "Happy birthday Marc" "Thank you... Vale..."

It was just a short moment, both speaking with uncertainty in their voice as if both thought the other would leave the moment they spoke up.

It felt weirdly domestic. Awkward but domestic. None of them seemed to fight the moment or try to flee. They just sat there, accepting it.

"Are you going to tell me what this is all about?" Marc asked ultimately. There was a heavy sign in his voice as if he had gotten tired of playing domestic. Vale looked up, not understanding.

"What do you mean?"

"Why did you ask me to stay?" Marc started. "Why did you stay?" Vale shot back. It seemed like a fair question, considering, Marc was sitting opposite of him, their hands intervene.

"I asked first." Vale knew he wouldn't get an answer so he just decided to tell the truth. "Because I wanted you to stay. Still do. So why did you stay?" "Because you wanted me to stay."

Boom. There it was.

Vale stared at him in disbelief. Sure he had pictured Marc saying this - actually anything that even gave the slightest hint that Marc didn't hate him. But actually hearing this was totally different.

"What do you mean?" he asked, because really, he couldn't stop there. If he had a chance to the truth, he'd grip it with both hands.

"I - No. You're not gonna embarrass me with whatever show you scripted or game you're playing. You are-" he said as he sat up. He wanted to give in and believe. But he couldn't. Not when he had to fear this was all a joke.

He had turned around, looking for his clothes only to look back at him, seeing rawr emotions on has face. There was hurt. Surprise. Shock. Regret. But no underline tension like there always was. It confused Marc, threw him of. It didn't make sense. It didnt fit in the picture he drew himself of the older man that had helped carrying him threw years of hate and pain and heart break.

"Okay, then I'm going to embarrass me first." Vale said. His voice soft like 11 years ago when they had planned to spend their birthday together. Not ended up spending their birthdays together because of a drunk hook up.

Marc knew Vale couldn't fake that tone. He could fake anger and hate and everything else. But not love.

"Everything I told you after mid 2015 was a lie because I fear I would resent you if you were better than me. Because you are. As a rider and as a man. I pushed you away to not end up hating the man I love more than anything in the world. I'm sorry. I'm an asshole and I don't deserve your forgiveness but you deserve an explanation"

"Do you love me?" He took it as a challenge, see if he could find a line.

"I do" "How much" "More than anything" "Okay. Prove it. Call whoever it is that is managing your racing team and tell them your out. With immediate effect. I don't care if you continue paying but no more PR Event or your name on them"

Gotcha, Marc thought.

He saw the surprised look and the hesitation. Vale turned around and Marc felt the sadness take over his smug grin. So he was right. Vale would leave and then he hadn't meant it. Vale had lied. Once again.

"Yeah? Hey, listen-" Vale suddenly said and Marc realized he was so deep in hss thoughts that he hadn't seen Vale reach for his phone on the night stand. He hadn't left. "Shift in priorities. I want you to cross my name-"

Before Vale could finish his sentence, Marc had snitched the phone out of his hand. "He calls back" he said before hanging up.

He hold the phone in one hand, while staring at Vale. "What the fuck was that?!" he asked almost angrily.

"I was about to draw out the team. Why did you-" "No! You can't do that! It's your team! You love that team!" "I do. But you asked me to" "What and just cause I asked you, you do it?!" "Like I said... I love you more than anything."

It was messing with Marc's head. He let out a frustarted groan, not understand what was happening and why.

Yesterday everything had make sense. Vale was his ex. Vale hated him. Vale wanted to burn him from existence, send him to the moon or burry him alive. Whatever was possible first. But now Vale was kind and sweet. He said he loved him. He was willing to give everything up for him.

"No. You can't just -You hate me. Okay? I get that. You hate me. We are through. I hate it but it's okay. It makes sense" Marc said. "So you can't just - give up something you love that mich - a team that has your name. Your color. Even your boys. You live those boys. You - It was Marini first team and Bezzecchis. You can't just - You can't just give that up. Especially not for me. You hate me."

"I never hated you. I just - I was an asshole but I never hated you." He watched Marc shake his head in disbelief. He couldn't blame him. "We can't just wake up here, 10 years later and you are telling me everything I begged you to say 10 years ago"

Vale nodded. He truly felt bad for the younger man. He knew he had caused him pain but he never realized how deep it actually run.

"I should have said something sooner" The Spaniard almost snorted. "Yeah either sooner or nothing at all. Why the fuck are you even telling me all that now?" "I don't know. I'm still drunk, I guess."

"Right. Either you're too honest or angry when getting drunk. I forgot." There was a bitter tone in his voice. It made Vale shiver.

"I'm sorry" he promised remembering all the times he had yelled at Marc when he had too much. "Fuck you. I - I really want to believe all that. Really I do. Even if it's just for my 22 year old self. But I can't. I mean - You've been talking shit about me - and my family - for years. So you're sincerity is not excatly convincing."

Vale nodded. Yes. He was right. But then he said something that made his skin crawl.

"Especially when you're wearing a fucking wedding ring. Or do you want me as your fucking mistress?" he scoffed.

Vale's eyes went wide. "I'm not" he replied as he checked his left hand. A ring placed on his finger. He looked back at Marc, who just scoffed. "Seems like you're still too drunk to-" "You're wearing the same one" "No I-" Marc wanted to argue back but one look proved him otherwise. There was a small ring on his hand, looking almost like an intruder.

Then they both realized that they had decided to spent their birthday in Vegas.

[asteria7fics]

When do you think a Style wedding or proposal would be happening?

Early 20's? 30's? College!!??

Aaaah I could see them getting engaged either very early or very late, honestly!

They would either want to do it ASAP because they're annoying and very in love and like, what's the point in waiting? OR they would think marriage is kinda pointless for a long time since they're basically already living together and sharing everything, until one day Kyle mentions the tax benefits and they just sorta agree to get married.

Contrary to how Style gets together in EWILY, I don't think they would have some big, romantic proposal either way. It would be a very casual "Hey, uh, should we get married?"

Couple of goobers, honestly.

Thank you for the ask, anon! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[wonupatootie]

윤정한 // Yoon Jeonghan Fic Recsᡣ𐭩 Part II

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“To Live Again” by @viastro

Gn!reader || time travel au, childhood friends to lovers, slowburn, angst, some fluff, some humour || W.C: 38.8k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･it’s been years since your last milestone birthday; a time when everything still felt right in the world with youth and ambition. now that you’re older and times have changed, would you dare take a chance to save someone else in the past at the cost of your own future?

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“Paris” by @amourcheol [absolute legend!!]

Fem!reader || old hollywood au, exes to lovers, angst, fluff, smut || W.C: 50k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･disgraced by hollywood for the last time, you, a once superstar-turned-alcoholic, escape to the city of love to seek sanctuary from the ruthless tabloids. your sanctuary comes in the form of film noir superstar yoon jeonghan, the enigmatic man who taught you the art of acting, lust and love before your fame. when he asks to meet you once, just like old times, you cannot refuse. what is meant to be a simple date turns into a path of passion, pain and everything that comes with fooling around with your ex in the jazz-filled corners of paris. 

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“LMLY” by @trustmypoison

Fem!reader || wedding au, best friends to strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, smut || W.C: 45k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Choi Y/N hasn’t seen her long lost best friend Yoon Jeonghan in four years and doesn’t even recognize him at first when paramedics roll him into the OR after a motorcycle accident during her shift. She kind of expects to go back to being total strangers as soon as he’s discharged, but Seungcheol has other plans in mind for them when he asks them to be Best Man and Maid of Honor for his wedding. 

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“I Think We Married in Vegas” by @sungjinhos

Friends to lovers, comedy, angst, smut || W.C: 28.2k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･You and Jeonghan have always been friends, and friends go on a trip together, right? And somehow friends always end up marrying in Las Vegas right? And somehow friends become roommates as well right? That all seems very normal when Yoon Jeonghan has a weird addiction to doing the dumbest things ever just for shock value.

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“Love Café” by @chocosvt

Fem!reader || romance, angst, fluff, smut || W.C: 17.6k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･while you’ve spent the last few months pretending the love café doesn’t exist, you realize you need its services now more than ever. this brings you face to face with jeonghan, the son of a luxury fashion designer who’s got money to burn. your exchanges are strictly business. until they’re not. 

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“Hate is a Strong Word” by @veethefreeelf

Fem!reader || coworkers au, enemies to fuck buddies, smut || W.C: 15k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･You were living out your dream working in an ideal company with great colleagues and friends, except one. Yoon Jeonghan has been your nemesis from the moment the both of you stepped into this company. Sometimes you wonder if you’re living your dream or stuck in a nightmare.

⤷“Love is a Strong Word” (Part 2 of Hate is a strong word)

Fem!reader || coworkers to lovers, angst, smut || W.C: 15k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･It’s been a year since you moved away to a new branch. If you’re being honest, things haven’t been great. Being away from all you know and all you wanted has made you realize a lot of things and made you wish you had done things differently. Maybe moving back would be better for you. 

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“How Many Times Does it Take to Get Smarter?” by @veethefreeelf

Fem!reader || Best friends to fwb, smut || Parts: 2 || Total W.C: 20.3k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Jeonghan and you start a fwb relationship after years of being best friends. He only has two rules: no feelings and no kissing. Who’s going to break the rules first?

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“Water” by @onlymingyus

Fem!reader || smut, angst, romance, angst, comedy || W.C: 19k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･being friends with benefits with jeonghan has never been what you thought it would but taking a trip to Paris with him and the rest of your friends while expecting to keep it a secret…that’s something completely different.

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“To You” by @simpxxstan

Fem!reader || friends to lovers, fluff, slight angst, smut || W.C: 16.2k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･jeonghan loves to play cupid. he's thoroughly successful at it as well. you know it's just his incredible luck, and you can't wait for him to trip and fall. even if you'll be the first one to stop him from falling.

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“(Tryna Do) What Lovers Do” by @vitaminkyeom

Fem!reader || college au, fake dating, friends to lovers, humour, fluff || W.C: 15k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･When you had roped Jeonghan into your idea of being a ‘pretend’ couple, you did not expect the lie to grow this big. What was supposed to be a one day thing soon became a rather frequent occurrence. And the gravity of the situation did not really hit you until your parents were requesting an audience with your new ‘boyfriend’. Will the two of you be able to keep your act till then? Or, in which, you keep promising yourself that this would be the last day you pretend to have feelings for Yoon Jeonghan.

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“Holidate” by @onlymingyus

Afab!reader || fake boyfriend au, smut, angst, fluff || W.C: 13k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･It's only for a week, he's doing you a favor, and he's your fake boyfriend. Why do you have to keep reminding yourself of that?

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“Playboy” by @starlightxsvt

Fem!reader || sugar daddy au, strangers to lovers, smut, pwp, angst, some fluff || W.C: 18.8k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･you try to steal from him. things take a turn when he catches you on the act. seemingly for the better at first but then for the worse when you catch feelings for him.

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“Every Summertime” by @lovelyhan

Afab!reader || 70s au, pining, smut, angst || W.C: 16.1k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･you're not really interested in the record shop downtown. but people aren't oblivious to the way you keep trying to get into the owner's pants—not even the owner himself.

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“Bound to You” by @onlymingyus

Fem!reader || supernatural au, soulmate au, smut, angst || W.C: 12.9k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･There is a little magic in everyone but there is something about you that makes Jeonghan curious about more than just your name.

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Shiny Rings and Forgotten Means

Bob x Reader

Summary: Waking up next to your handsome boss wasn't on your list of things to do on a Las Vegas business trip. Waking up with a shiny, new ring wasn't either.

Warnings: Fluff, Vegas Wedding trope, CEO!au, kinda of Implied Smut

Word Count: 983

Author's Note: Here's my story for @bobgasm 's Au Writing Challenge! I almost forgot to post it so, I hope you enjoy it!

Waking up next to your boss wasn’t on your bucket list, especially when you don’t remember the night before. Everything was very blurry and only spurts of memories came back. Trying to remember more, made your headache even worse. The pulse behind your eyes was making itself very present. Reaching the nightstand quietly, you see a little glimmer reflecting off your hand. Looking closer, you see a stunning ring nestled on your ring finger. Forgetting about trying to find your phone, you completely focus on the piece of metal encompassing your finger. How did you get there? Why is it there? More importantly, who did you marry? The groan behind you gave you a queue of who this mystery husband was. Turning around, all thoughts flew out of your mind. The man who married you was none other than Robert Floyd, your boss.

The man in question had rolled over to lay on his back which allowed the sunlight from the windows of the room to wake him up. Squinting his eyes open, his vision focused on you. His eyes widened along with yours. Both of you seemed stunned by the situation at hand.

“May I ask why you’re in my bed, Dove?” he asked with a raspy voice.

Dove, the nickname he gave after working for him for a year. It came from you one morning humming a random melody while getting work done. When he heard your little melody, he jokingly called you a morning dove. So it spurred the nickname Dove, which is what he only calls you now.

“That I do not know Mr. Floyd, but could you explain this?” you replied holding up your left hand to show the glittering ring. You wanted answers to why you had what looked like a wedding band on your hand.

Robert grabbed your hand looking down at the pretty diamond ring with surprise and confusion. What made you more anxious was when you spotted a ring sitting on his left ring finger. He seemed to realize that as well when he had cradled your left hand in both of his.

“Dove, did we do something last night?” he questioned slowly. Looking up at you, he realized that you were trying not to throw up. You looked nauseous and panicked. This was true for the most part.

While you had always had a small crush on the handsome young CEO, you knew the boundaries of a personal assistant. Don’t flirt with him and don’t try to date him. These two mental rules you had been set in place very early in your career with Robert. Yet, by the time you had been working for him, you were completely enamored. He was kind, willing to work with you, and gave you a nickname that made you flustered still to this day. Now if you were connecting the dots correctly, you were married to him? Married to the man who haunted your dreams with fleeting touches and soft words. Married to the man who has been your boss for almost six years.

“I have zero idea, Mr. Floyd. All I know is that we had secured the deal with Mr. Robinson and decided to celebrate. After that, I can’t remember anything else,” you replied. Quickly getting up, you decided to see if anything in the room would give you more hints.

Scanning the area, you see a piece of paper sitting at the desk. It was hidden under a quickly thrown notebook. You inch closer to it, hoping it would be the key to your and your boss’s answers. The document had an official-looking seal on the bottom right corner and in the middle had both your signatures. In a pretty cursive said Certificate of Marriage with the officiant’s signature underneath it. You truly had done it somehow, you married your boss without any memory of how you did it.

Robert had made his way over to where you had been standing frozen looking at the pretty piece of paper. Looking over at what you were staring at, he found the answer to all the questions running around his head. He was married to you. He married you, his gorgeous assistant. The one that haunts his dreams all the time. His assistant whom he told himself he would never fall for. He didn’t know if this was a divine stroke of luck or a sick cruel joke. How would things go now made him feel unsure.

Should he immediately call his lawyer to file divorce papers? Or does he continue to float in this hoax of a marriage? His heart is yearning for the latter but his mind wants to immediately make sure you’re comfortable with what’s happening first before his feelings. So, he decides to break the tension stewing in the air for ten minutes.

“What would you like to do, Dove?” he softly asked. He didn’t want to scare you away with the prospect that he liked this.

You turned and looked at him for the first time since waking up. What do you do? Tell him that you’re okay with how things have panned out? Tell him you would divorce him as soon as he said he didn’t want this because you wanted him to be happy? You felt sick to your stomach like you just got off a roller coaster after eating a whole funnel cake. God, what do you do? Your brain and heart were at war with this decision. Live in this fantasy or break your heart by doing the right thing.

“I don’t know, Bobby,” you mumbled. Widening your eyes, you realized what you called him, Bobby. Looking over at him, you saw that he was smirking.

“Well, I do Dove,” he replied.

“What’s that?” you asked tilting your head to the side.

“Start our Honeymoon,” Bobby said still smirking.

You definitely were in for a ride.

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[jayholdenworld]

Thought of a Carcar au where Oscar is a Greek deity or demigod, and by pure coincidence Carlos throws him an apple to keep him alive after a tough race and Oscar is having a panic attack because of course Carlos is not asking his hand in marriage, but Zeus will kill both of them if he goes against their rules.

So now Oscar needs to explain to Carlos that they are engaged and they have until the end of the year to get married or both will be cursed and Oscar doesn’t want to deal with that.

(Spoiler 1: Carlos is also related to Greek Gods, but he’s being throwing apples to a lot of people before and no one asked to marry him. How would he know that Oscar would also be related to the same Gods? Why is always him?!)

(Spoiler 2: They end up drinking too much and got married in Las Vegas. Logan is the only witness they have for the wedding, because he was trying to prevent it, but didn’t know how to do it without revealing his and Oscar’s secret)

Who are them as gods or demigods? Have not think about it, but if anyone has recommendations, I’m listening. (Oscar might be Hypnos/Hypnus or related to them though)

[reignpage]

hey! im not sure if this is a dumb question, but i know we dived into the interior design aspect of the modern au men, but i was wondering what their wedding aesthetic would be? would they want a say in the planning or let reader design the wedding of her dreams :)

not dumb at all 😤 that's a great question. since the pictures didn't stay in the layout I like for the interior design question, I'll just describe it, unless people want specific pics in which case I'll do that, I just think the layout is ugly 😡

gojo and reader:

he'll be pretty involved. I imagine his reader wouldn't really want to plan everything since she's pretty lazy lol, so he'll take control of things, otherwise their parents' will ruin everything and make it so basic and white they'd both hate it. gojo becomes a bridezilla. "I said I want ebony black! this is clearly ink black. are you blind? ugh what do I pay you for? so hard to find good help these days!"

he'd have it a classy mix of black and white, in a cathedral, very grand and awe inspiring. there has to be an organ. reader wears a black gown, dramatic veil and black roses. gojo is in a black suit, everyone else wears white.

it'd likely be a winter wedding and it'd make global news. the reception would be a formal event for the sake of the family rep and business, so it'll be stiff and clean and they hate it. but the after party is lit!!! it's a damn rave, everyone's going crazy. they'll party for a little while before slipping out for their honeymoon.

geto and reader:

something more intimate for sure. they follow the shinto traditional wedding, held at a shinto shrine, their parents and immediate relatives and friends, even some clients of theirs. riko attends. it's important for geto to pay respect to his culture and to traditions so he's pretty involved and they make it a fun thing where reader learns more about Japan.

reader wears a slightly pink kimono, like off-white. her sister is her maid of honour, and her dad still 'gives her away' in their own way. so it's a good mix of western traditions and Japanese.

they also have an after party with just their friends but it's not a party party, it's a casual visit to a local ramen place where they drink sake and talk about the good ole days.

choso and reader:

pretty likely to elope cause of reader. maybe do a Las Vegas shotgun wedding for funsies. but if they were to have a more traditional wedding cause of the Ryomens, it'd be boho, maybe on the beach, very light airy clothes, lots of bright colour flowers, lots of dancing and laughing. they’d exchange paintings of each other before the wedding. choso would absolutely cry seeing reader walking down the aisle

reader would wear a white but modern and immodest dress (not necessarily revealing but she wouldn’t believe in ‘covering up’). It’d be a pretty hip dress. choso would wear a loose white shirt and trousers to fit the beach, also not very traditional but not very wild either. on their wedding night, they share an intimate moment where they paint each other’s clothes/have sex. and those clothes are preserved and put on display in their art studio

toji and reader:

he wouldn’t be very involved. doesn’t really care about things like that. just lets her plan everything. she’ll ask for his input on things but ultimately ignore them lol. their wedding is rustic, maybe somewhere like a vineyard. they’ll have everything done at the venue, as in they won’t move around, they’re practical and toji was adamant about the wedding not being high maintenance and that’s fine with reader since she doesn’t care all that much either

the important thing is the landscape, a beautiful natural setting where fairy lights can be strung up, the tables will be arranged outside for dinner, jazz band playing in the background, dance floor packed. they’ll slow dance and have one of those moments where everyone fades away and toji stops grumbling and admits she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen and that he’ll never forget this day

how could they afford this you ask? well let’s just say sukuna snarks about how he gave Fushiguro so much money and yet it seems like none of it went to the wedding.

nanami and reader

reader is a bridezilla. her and gojo complain to each other about how no one ever appreciates the importance of flower arrangements and the difference between eggshell and ivory. she gets very anxious and panicky about everything. even has a breakdown a month or two before the wedding because she gained weight and was worried she wouldn’t fit in the dress. she’s crying on the bathroom floor telling nanami this must be a sign the universe doesn’t want them together and he should find someone better. like she’s sobbing and rocking back and forth. nanami sighs and tells her he loves her so much and not even the universe could ever get in the way of that. even reminds her about astronomy and how the stars were aligned on their first kiss and on the night he proposed etc etc. hearing the physics talk calms her down

seeing how stressed she is, he tells her he could take care of everything, or they could elope or just have a simple ceremony. he apologises for leaving her to do what she wanted because he thought that was best but he realised he should have been with her every step of the way. from then on, he’s very hands on.

they have the wedding at a botanical garden. there’s a wide field, beautiful hedges and a grand fountain, inside is very classy, intimate dining room, very old money style. they invite close friends and families only. it was originally going to be a big affair because of family stuff but nanami realised that was adding pressure to her so he, without mercy or giving room for argument, disinvited a boatload of people and faced the scrutiny of the relatives lol. gojo joked in his speech that he was surprised he was still invited and nanami muttered that he himself is surprised too.

sukuna and reader

big, grand affair because of the ryomens. one of those crazy rich asians wedding style. like five separate events. celebrity guests, bruno mars performed lol. they hate every second but they bare with it. none of it was organised by them, just pure ryomen family bs. and that’s fine with reader. she doesn’t care. the weddings doesn’t mean shit to her. she just likes being a ryomen now and how she’s legally recognised as sharing his wealth and power. the prenup negotiations was insane tho. don’t forget she’s a lawyer so that shit was intense and just relentless warfare. sukuna was willing to sign everything away, he had no intentions of ever divorcing her or cheating or any of that so he wasn’t worried. but obvi the family had to step in.

they actually had their own ceremony way before the official wedding/s, where they went somewhere far away idk like brazil and had a local tribe declare them spiritually married. they wanted to get married on their own terms and they don’t even place any romantic importance on marriage. no flimsy piece of paper is needed to tell sukuna that reader is his in every sense. so they celebrate two separate anniversaries, their official one which is very public and extravagantly celebrated every year, and their real one which they celebrate with a bottle of wine and rough sex.

[wolfstarlibrarian]

9 books to read in 2025 (sweet + spicy)

Thank you SO much to @eyra for tagging me! I love an excuse to talk about books.

I had SO much fun reading these books I'm excited to share them, so pretty please let me know if you read any of them? I might put anon asks back on because I'm so eager to discuss them. Also, all of these books have HEAs.

Also, I'm working on related marauders lists for almost all of these, so stay tuned!

🌶️ = the more peppers the spicier it is

🍭 = the more lollipops the sweeter it is

Captive Prince: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

This series is one that ifykyk. It's a dark, dramatic, sexy mlm series set in a pseudo historic age and WOW. If it was a fic it'd come with tons of warnings and tags, but there's also an underlying softness between the main characters. Lots of angst and drama and characters you can't help root for. DEFINITELY an 18+ rec so please proceed accordingly.

Johann: Vampire Mates: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭

I already rec'd one of the books in this series here, but this one is tied for my favorite. A modern soulmate/vampire au that's got humor, the CUTEST cinnamon roll who's inexperienced (and hundreds of years old), a russian mobster, and just enough angst to make me you ache.

Boystown Heartbreakers: 🌶️🌶️ 🍭🍭🍭

If you're a wolfstar fan, then you'll absolutely adore this friends-to-lovers modern story about a hairstylist who is so worried about dating his DROP DEAD GORGEOUS best friend. All the internal turmoil paired with a book boyfriend you'll absolutely love, and lines that actually had me laughing out loud makes this one of my top reads for the year.

The Charm Offensive: 🌶️🌶️ 🍭🍭🍭

This one totally surprised me with how well it dealth with mental health issues in the middle of a VERY charming story about falling in love with someone (when it's literally your job to help them fall in love with someone else). A bi-awakening and oblivious pining gem. If you want more fics that feature a reality show check out this rec list.

Myles Below Freezing: 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭

Okay can someone alert the Hazelnoot server? Because this one feels like a cross between Solntse and Sweater Weather. Myles (a cinnamon roll, nerdy Remus IMO) has to solve a murder mystery at the South Pole while trying not to fall for the sweetheart Russian Alexei. The banter is incredible and honestly my friends and I need a second book about the lesbians in it. Forced proximity, oblivious DATING, anxiety rep, action and chase scenes, cuddling, and locked-in together all in one.

Sapphire Sunset: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 🍭🍭🍭

If you don't know Chris Rice, he's the gay son of Anne Rice (author of Interview With A Vampire) and thank god he's followed in her footsteps because his romance books are SO good and intense and yet fluffy? It's a ton of drama about an ex-marine and a hotel heir and a family scandal for the books. Feels delightfully like an age-gap modern Drarry book.

Lightning Born: 🌶️ 🍭

A friend recommended me this Frankenstein mlm retelling, and I was like "ew, no". However, I was completely surprised by how much heart it had, and how much it reminded me of R/S. Amnesia (due to ya know, dying), forbidden love, some serious angst, and thankfully a HEA that includes lesbians getting to live out in the tropics.

Honey Girl: 🌶️🌶️ 🍭🍭🍭

This is the only book on the list with wlw as the main pairing and by god, it's beautiful. The writing style gripped me on the first page and I've been recommending it to everyone since I've read it. Imagine waking up in a hotel room in Vegas, by yourself, with a wedding band on your finger and a note. The whole book feels like an intimate love letter and it should absolutely be on your TBR.

On Writing

No spice or sweetness in this non-fiction book, because it's a book by Stephen King on writing. Whenever I talk to anyone who's struggling with their craft I always recommend this book. It's short, to the point, and will leave you feeling much more confident in your abilities while helping you improve your writing. 10/10.

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Okay well I hope you enjoy these recs! I've turned on anon asks so please share your thoughts or your own recs as I'm always looking for new books and fics to read. (We'll just ignore how long the TBR list is already...)

Tagging: @thedrarrylibrarian @wolfstarwarehouse @wolfstarmicrofic @pancakehouse @imsiriuslyreading @lavenderhaze @rainbowrowell @gayliketheancients @brandileigh2003 @mrtellmeafckingsecret @imjusthereforwolfstar And ANYONE ELSE who also love books

[my-pjo-stuff]

AU where Thalia managed to get to camp with Luke and Annabeth, and as a result Luke never makes that mental switch from "I'm the Dad" (the thing he said at the end of Diary of Luke Castellan) to "I'm the big brother" (what he sees himself ass throughout the books) in regards to Annabeth.

Meaning that the Broken Trio basically just acts like a mini nuclear family all throughout camp 💀 But like, they don't even notice it. Like you see Luke carrying a sleepy Annabeth on his hip while chatting about training with Thalia and he will NOT see anything unusual with it. Thalia is cutting Annabeth's meat while Luke tells her to eat her vegetables and none of the three bats an eye. Luke and Thalia figured out a wake-up schedule for Annabeth's nightmare between them to get her back to bed and act like this is normal routine. After the three end up in separate cabins there have been MULTIPLE petitions within camp to just somehow put them all on the same table at dinner because Annabeth has a nasty habit of asking Thalia if she could get a dessert now when Luke said no, and thus just screams across the dining room. The only reason no one thinks that Annabeth is Thaluke's bio kid is because the ages don't match up. And even then camp wouldn't be surprised if Annabeth someday just starts calling the two Mom and Dad. They'd prepare for a future wedding if it weren't for the fact that Thalia and Luke already behave like they were married for 50+ years as their normal dynamic while remaining completely obvious to it. They are rumors that they are actually married in Vegas with fake IDs started by the Stoll Brothers.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

hello!! I hope you are doing well

this is more of an ask than a request but given their occupations in the modern au it seems unlikely that the M6 would meet each other, but how do you think the M6 would meet??

whether it was during childhood or as adults

this just seems like a fun little drabble/hc, ofc if you're not up to writing it that's perfectly ok/g 🥳🥳

Phew, this ran away with me, but here's a modern pre-prologue setup for you anon friend!

Julian and Portia are siblings, of course, who lost touch when he went off to college and med school for that student debt life (and stayed out of touch because Portia resented him getting the opportunity when she's still struggling to pursue her education). They've since gotten back in touch and Julian is being allowed to help with the application process.

Nadia and Lucio met in the back of one of his nightclubs because she was the highest paying VIP member and he recognized her family name and figured he'd do some networking. It quickly devolved into drunken complaints about parental pressures and expectations and led to the infamous Vegas drive-thru wedding we've all heard about. Nadia stuck it out because she wanted to stick it to her family and needed space to build her own legacy as the city's mayor (backed by Lucio's network), and while it wasn't ideal it worked because she lived at her office and he let off steam with one of his business partners (Valerius).

Their marriage ended on paper when Lucio faked his own death in an arson case because his tax evasion was catching up with him.

Asra and Muriel grew up in the foster system together, Asra's parents having gone missing when they were a child and Muriel being an orphan. They attended the same highschool as MC, whose aunt would often open the back room of her shop to them when they needed to study together (or just a safe space). When they aged out, Asra was able to access his inheritance and used it to buy a piece of land with a crumbling old house on it that Muriel found for the two of them to work with.

They started out working evening/night shifts at clubs together, Muriel as a bouncer and Asra at tables, while Muriel put himself through community college on a scholarship for biochemistry and environmental science. Asra eventually achieved underground success as a DJ, and after getting his degree, Muriel moved to working full-time on their property to transform it into sustainable living research.

Asra started doing magic shows at kid's parties as a favor for a friend, and found that the pay was better than expected and the event was plenty of fun. Now they DJ and magic on their own schedule and rent a studio apartment in the city to save themself the commute.

The property Muriel works from is still owned by both of them, and between the royalties from Asra's mixes, the rapidly accumulated value of the compound Muriel's built, and Muriel's ongoing research, the two of them live comfortably at their own paces. They both keep in touch with MC, though Muriel much less frequently so because he's so hard to reach. Asra's highschool crush on them never disappeared and he often uses his unusual schedule to avoid them for a month or two, because he's in denial about it being more than a crush and he's terrified of losing half of the closest thing he has to family.

Asra and Julian knew of each other from kid's parties they both attended (Asra as the magic show, and Julian as the pediatrician who the kid considers a dear friend), but officially met when Nadia hired both of them after Lucio's arson and fake death stunt. She needed to investigate the circumstances of Lucio's death, which needed Asra as an inside informant on general behaviors in the club and Julian's opinion as an expert in crime-related injuries from his previous stint in forensic medicine. Julian developed a habit of stopping by for drinks after a long shift and the two had a brief friends-with-benefits situationship while the investigation was ongoing. They ghosted each other to focus on their personal lives when it wrapped up, and Nadia (who had become a dear mutual friend) was too busy juggling being mayor and managing Lucio's business to keep in touch.

During the last week of the investigation, an abandoned warehouse right next to the arson scene blew up when a forgotten pile of explosives triggered several weeks late due to Lucio's sloppy planning. Asra, Nadia, and Julian were right next to it when it happened, and would later find out that MC, Muriel, and Lucio were all nearby for their own reasons as well. While several of them sustained severe concussive injuries which messed with their memories, MC took the worst of the blast and ended up in the hospital in a comatose state.

Asra blamed themself for it because they'd been going through a period of trying to (and failing) to forget about them (again) and found out that MC had texted them their location after they thought they spotted Lucio and decided to follow him. He had a bit of a wake-up call watching them in a near-death state in the hospital and realizing that he was the only listed next of kin. They took on the role of MC's caretaker for the long recovery process, moving them into their flat, and eventually helping them take over their aunt's old shop for a steady source of income and independence.

Portia and Nadia met when Portia quit her Home Depot job to work in the mayor's office. A visiting constituent was so impressed with her efficiency and people skills that they suggested she apply to a recently-opened secretarial position. Portia took it for the pay increase and did her job so competently she rapidly rose to her current position as Nadia's personal assistant. Nadia has slowly become aware of Portia's interest in veterinary work and, without Portia's knowledge, is planning to add a new benefit to her position that lets her work part-time and go to school fully funded.

All's well, until the city's mayor comes knocking on a neighborhood shop's door after hours because Lucio's been spotted meeting up with Valerius, an ongoing business partner, and MC was a forgotten key witness ...

[starsfic]

Wanna hear more about EPIC/Greek mythology rambles over on my LMK AUs Discord? Okay!

Another idea that Vega and I came up with is Telemachus being crowned king, around the same time Odysseus goes to the Underworld- so about ten? Eleven?

Telemachus is already a fighter, already willing to die to defend his mother, a bit more grown-up than the other children of Ithaca. The suitors take him less seriously since he's just a little kid, but one day, Antinous tells him to watch his mouth since "You're picking a fight with the king of Ithaca, little man."

And, just out of the feral corner of his brain, Telemachus goes, "No, I'm the king of Ithaca."

The next minute, he's bursting into Penelope's chambers with a black eye and a stiff lip, asking her to crown him king of Ithaca. It gets rid of most of the suitors, it gives them time to wait for Odysseus, and his tutor who is definitely not Athena said it was a good idea! He's not much younger than when his father was crowned!

Now, Penelope and Odysseus had an agreement on how long she should wait until Telemachus was crowned. However, more and more suitors keep coming, Ithaca is hearing news of the other members of the Trojan War coming home already, and there's pressure. I'm mangling the timeline here, but her shroud thing has been figured out after ten years, and she's scared. Telemachus sweetens the deal by promising to step down once Odysseus comes home.

The next day, all of the suitors are gaping as Telemachus is crowned king of Ithaca. It's a rushed coronation, but Telemachus is taking glee in their shocked faces. (Later, he will panic because he is king but has no idea what he's doing. Thankfully, his family is there to support him, including Athena and Hermes.)

And his first act? He calls upon his mother's servants, ones who happily slept with and were the mistresses of the suitors, including Melantho, the maid who ratted out Penelope. (Not the ones who came to his mother pleading, eyes broken, tired of being forced, begging her to choose a suitor in order to stop their pain.) Melantho and Eurymachus are wed on the spot, the first of such relationships to be married right there. Their relationship must be honored, after all.

There are far fewer suitors that are there now, but it's much more awkward because now they're not going after some prince; they're going after a king, even if he's still a scrawny little punk.

Meanwhile, a new ghost is hailing the new king of Ithaca and Odysseus nearly falls off the boat trying to demand more information.

[thetiredstuff]

This is just mostly a handy little post for me but I asked people to rec me some destiel AU best friends to lovers fics and this is what I got:

Recs from ltleflrt:

okay, cupid. by orange_crushed On Air by wincechesters Just Turn Around and Go by @porcupine-girl Version 2.0 by Elizabeth1985 aka @cocklesheadboop Ignore the Butterflies: Best Friend Advice from Dean Winchester by impatient14 A Match Made (and Misunderstood) by surlybobbies More Views. More Money. by herbivoredinosaur Remember When by VioletHaze aka @scones-and-texting-and-murder When In Vegas by Dmsilvis & TobytheWise

Recs from doctorprofessorsong

One of my favorite fics of all time is Evangelist by @valleydean. It's really enemies to friends to lovers but the enemies part becomes friends pretty quickly because they are deeply obsessed with each other. One of the classics if you haven't read it is To Build a Home. Childhood friends who broke up and find themselves back in each other’s life. It is very angsty but they have a lifelong friendship so you get a lot of childhood and teenage friendship moments. If I may self recommend, I just wrote Can't Fight the Moonlight in which they are in this post canon partnership and both want to add sexual intimacy but the partnership is soft so you get some really fun platonic intimacy. It's not AU, obviously, but may have something of what you want. Seraph by @dothraki-shieldmaiden is a superhero au where they are friends and roommates to lovers. It has great world building. More than Kisses by @friendofcarlotta is a friends to lovers epistolary romance. Dean and Cas are pen pals and they share an absolutely gorgeous emotional intimacy. Tiamatv has a few that fit the bill. I'm gonna mention Marchen because I love the world built in that one. Dean Winchester is a prince locked in a tower. Feel free to also skim my fic recs. @riversrecs

Recs by castiellesbian:

tiamatv's "It's the End of the World (As We Know It)" is a friends to enemies to lovers if that counts? They were childhood best friends in that one "A Midterms Night's Dream" by Englandwouldfall is an au where they're roommates (oh my god they were rommates). "In Some Sacred Place" by schmerzerling is a good one where they're friends throughout most of the fic, but it's kind of depressing overall

Recs from porcupine-girl

Just Turn Around And Go (roommates-slash-best-friends): https://archiveofourown.org/works/4228830 Like four weddings and a funeral but without the funeral (Sam POV, Sam is clueless and doesn’t realize they’re together): https://archiveofourown.org/works/6225625 Go Down With This Ship (online fandom besties, don’t realize they know each other irl): https://archiveofourown.org/works/8023642

Rec by trampledundercas

#i thought of ‘ready to fall’ by lemonsorbae on ao3

A whole bunch of recs from dean-you-assbutt-cas-loves-you

A Tale of Two Tropes by Amelia_Clark (E, 7k) As You Walk On By by MercyBraavos (E, 23k) Are We Any Different? by LeviathanBlue, SerpentCountess (T, 41k) More Than Kisses by  FriendofCarlotta  (E, 29k) things i knew when i was young by stormwarnings  (T, 16k) Alright  by  turningthepages  (T, 46k) To Build a Home by intothesilentland  (M, 383k) When In Vegas  by  Dmsilvis, TobytheWise (E, 16k) The Ocean Between Us  by  noxsoulmate  (E, 27k) Room for Two (The Mattress AU) by  almaasi  (E, 14k) Honey-Baked  by  mishaminion69, sydkn3e (E,  89k) The Ones We Choose  by  lightmyway  (E, 82k)

EDIT: MORE:

Recs by bexfangirlforlife:

The Graveyard Shift by riseofthefallenone. PurgatoryJar Evangelist by embrancsxx0 Stay with me Sweetheart by Mandalarose We are what we pretend we are by tricia_16 Tricks of the Trade by Trenchcoat_Impala

Recs by impaledbeetle:

okay, cupid by orange_crushed Seek to Know You Better (E) by ahurston Après (E) by Imogenbynight Here's a couple aus that i really really enjoy that aren't necessarily best friends to lovers: spirit of the west (M) by teen_dean Parachutes (E) by chaoticdean (this one literally changed my life it is so good) And This, Your Living Kiss (M) by opal_bullets (again, this is life changing) Roll With It (E) by saltnhalo (this is a The Proposal (movie) au) Shut Up (Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is) (E) by kototyph

Recs by butch--dean:

spirit of the west by teen-dean (everyone should read this 90's horse girl dean au where he befriends cas, a local veterinarian) I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart) by unicornpoe (I am a sucker for all "cas using dean as a vessel" fics) Après by imogenbynight (surely everyone has read this? dean and cas in paris what more can you ask for) under the midnight sun by northernsparrow (dean is the caretaker of a research station in the arctic and cas is a mysterious bird researcher) (I also rec you can keep holding on by this author but be warned that it is very grief-driven - but it is an in-depth study of the way they care for each other) though the course may change by imogenbynight (fake dating AU at a couple's retreat - another one that everyone has probably read but is so worth mentioning in case you haven't) there's no cell service in the afterlife by screamsintothesun (cas gets back from the empty and his phone blows up with dean's voicemails & texts) Gold in the Edges of Our Vision by SewingNatural (dean and cas eat peaches together on a hot summer evening. The writing style on this one is really really lovely) these are just a few from my bookmarks but also there is a really good rec list here & here (this one has a link to a specific friends to lovers list here) that I refer to often when looking for new fics/authors to dig through!!

Recs by mercurialkitty for some reason tumblr won't allow me to add them to my post so just click on their name to go to their post!

These are all the ones i've gotten up til now but will def edit if I get any more. If you see this post and think of a Destiel AU best friend to lovers fic that isn't on here or just a Destiel AU (no abo) fic that isn't on here: PLEASEEEEEE GIVE ME ALL THE DESTIEL AU FIC RECS (no abo)

Also i didn't tag the people who recommended it cuz I don't wanna annoy them but I linked back to all of their original posts or comments!

A hugeeeeeeee thank you to everyone who replied to my annoying messages for fic recs cuz I really really appreciate it. thank you all so so so much!!!!

[an-au-blog]

An Au where Shanks and Buggy had a las Vegas style wedding and find out that it was legit years later

This trope is so funny to me, YES! I can't help but think of them as young adults, reuniting and stupid catching up over a drink. They probably thought it'd be the funniest thing. So half drunk they go and do it as a joke. Because in their logic no one would do a three minute wedding on a pirate ship with a lion as a witness. They split ways after that and the memory becomes a vague fever dream of a drunk night out. But then one of Buggy's men asks him

Shipmate: Hey Captain Buggy, are you married?

Buggy: No? What the hell is this random question?

Shipmate: Well in the newspaper it says that today is your wedding anniversary... But of course it must be a mistake, after all there's no way you're married, let alone to Red-

Buggy standing up abruptly: Shanks...

He grabs the paper out of the shipmate's hands and sees the article with a picture of both their bounty posters put next to each other. He storms off into his cabin and his curious crew follows him in secret. They start eavesdropping.

Buggy on the snail: WE'RE MARRIED?

Shanks, overjoyed: Buggy, oh, I'm so happy to hear from you! You never call me anymore how have you been?

Buggy: Shut up you bastard and answer me! ARE WE MARRIED?

Shanks: Oh, right, sorry! I totally forgot: Happy anniversary my love!

Buggy:... when. When did you fabricate this?

Shanks: What do you mean? Our marriage is very real and in no way fabricated. Don't you remember our time in [insert place]

Buggy: ...that ... that was for real?

Shanks: Of course it was!

The crew started to wonder what was going on, as they stopped hearing the voices. Both Buggy and Shanks stood in silence until they heard the emperor say

Shanks: Hello? Buggy?

Buggy, in the most deadpan voice: I want a divorce.

The crew screamed "NO!" in unison and stumbled into the room. They didn't mean to, but they did it on instinct. But once in the cabin, they took the chance to change Buggy's mind. They decided that having your captain married to one of the most feared men would be more of a good thing rather than a bad one.

[desomniis]

to ask for your hand (I just pray that its mine) | Chapter 4 excerpt

After clinching his third career win at the Vegas GP, Carlos wakes up to a wedding band on his finger and his teammate, Charles, wearing the exact match.

WIP | 4/5 | 28,797 words | Accidental Drunk Marriage in Vegas AU | Fluff | Angst | Drama

Down below, the circuit was a bright outline against the night. Another season, another gruelling race in Singapore.

The skyline was an architectural marvel. It was stunning during the day, but at night? it looked like a rare jewel sparkling against the black velvet night. To witness such magnificence on top of the Marina Bay Sands—dipped in the infinity pool, no less—with no one else around was a indeed privilege.

In his mind, he traced the track, imagining his car passing through Anderson bridge, making the tight left at 13 to the Esplanade Drive. Then the apex at 14, then 15, 16—a splash from the other end of the pool startled him. Charles?

Carlos was pretty sure it was Charles, the rookie this season. They never really ‘talked’ before. Their conversations always happened in passing, going along the lines off, ‘How are you? Good? How’s your car? Not good on the tires.’ He knew little about him—only that he was from Monaco and that he was set to replace Kimi at Ferrari next year. A rookie replacing a world champion. Unheard of. This kid must be a huge deal.

“It’s a beautiful city, no?” Carlos ventured. He winced inside, remembering Papá's advice about small talk and F1 drivers.

Charles jolted, his hand flying to his chest, accidentally splashing water to his own face. “Oh my god, you scared me.”

Carlos chuckled. “You’re quite jumpy, eh?” he teased, settling on the ledge next to him.

“A little,” Charles admitted with a sheepish smile. “What are you doing here? It’s a bit late, no?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“I didn’t get much sleep on the flight here.”

“Tell me about it. 20 hour flights are no joke.”

“True,” Charles said. “Any tips for tomorrow? I’ve never raced here before. My first time. So, I’m a little nervous.”

A smirk crept up Carlos lips. “Have you passed out in a race before?”

“Uh, no? I don’t think so.”

“Well, here, try not to. It’s almost guaranteed.”

”What? That’s impossible.”

“Also, you might drive blind on some corners.”

“Why—”

“Don’t even get me started about the rain. Singapore is a totally different race if it rains.”

Worry flitted through Charles' eyes, swallowing a lump on his throat. “Oh yeah?” he said, trying to hide his discomfort.

Carlos held onto his laughter. He nodded seriously, “yeah. Seven DNF’s last year.”

Charles visibly got more anxious, the horrors of last year’s race flashing in his eyes. “Ah, putain,” he muttered under his breath.

Carlos’ laughter eventually bubbled forth.

“What? Why are you laughing?” Charles questioned, his brows knitting together.

“I was kidding. It’s not that bad, I promise.”

“I—Oh… you were trying to scare me.” Charles smiled, shaking his head in disbelief. “Making fun of the rookie, I see.”

“Don’t worry,” Carlos wiped the tears from his eyes. “Vettel and Fernando did it to me in my rookie year too. Except they waited a day before telling me it’s not that bad. I remember not sleeping that night.”

Charles laughed, and Carlos was struck. There was something about his laugh that resonated deep in Carlos’ chest, like the melody of his childhood summers spent racing bicycles down sun-dappled streets, the wind tousling his hair as he pedalled faster. It was the echo of his first karting victory, the taste of victory sweet on his tongue as he stood atop the podium, trophy held high, amid deafening cheers and applause. It was Miguel’s call, on his last day, asking him to meet at the lake so that he could steal another kiss from Carlos. There was something in Charles’ laugh that made Carlos yearn to hear it more.

“Well, I guess I’ll consider myself lucky that it was not Vettel or Fernando then,” Charles said.

“Yeah. Lucky. Just sleep well and drink lots of water before the race and you’ll do fine. I’ve seen you drive. You’re good. I trust that you can make it.”

Charles's eyebrows lifted, his head tilting slightly to the left like a puppy hearing something strange. “Really?” he asked, “you think I’m good?”

Carlos can count in one hand the amount of times he complimented another driver. It wasn't that he didn't recognise talent in others—if he was being honest, there were plenty of drivers far better than him. But he rarely voiced such acknowledgements. It’s like offering your enemy an edge.

So when he did compliment Charles, it surprised him, almost catching him off guard. There was no logical explanation for it.

Perhaps it was because Charles was young and it was his first year in F1. He could vividly recall his own struggles as a rookie. Maybe, in his own way, it was him trying to help his younger self.

Or perhaps it was how easily Charles just opened up to Carlos. Paired with his dimples, the sheepish smile, and those earnest blue eyes pleading for advice. Carlos felt an instinctual urge to protect Charles.

Or perhaps, it was something else entirely.

“You don’t?” Carlos dodged the question.

"I do. It's just that... It's rare to hear it from another driver. Everyone else says I'm good, you know? 'You're so talented, Charles. So fast. You are destined to be in F1,'" he recounted. "But they say it from the outside looking in. They don’t really get it. But when another driver say it, it means a lot more. Because they understand. You understand."

Carlos nodded slowly, the weight of Charles' words settling on him. He knew that feeling all too well. The constant need to prove his own worth, that he deserved to compete with the best of the world, that it wasn’t all because of a privileged upbringing.

“Of course,” he said idly. “So, how does this feel? All of it—the hype, the pressure, the Ferrari seat next year?”

A hesitant smile touched Charles' lips, fleeting as the Monegasque breeze. “When I drove for practice for them last year, I felt like I was going to explode in the car. I felt buzzing in my ears and my hand couldn’t stop shaking. I thought I would crash. I’m quite happy that I didn’t.

“But what’s interesting was how it all felt strange to me. All my life I’ve dreamed of driving and winning in that red car. Not only me, my father and my godfather too. I carry all their dreams with me. Now that I have the chance to do that… it’s…” Charles trailed off, searching for the right words.

“Overwhelming," Carlos offered, a hint of longing creeping into his voice. "Being in that red car… it’s something else."

The last sentence hung heavy in the air, the weight of his secret, of his father's expectation, sat heavy in his gut.

Charles chuckled, a soft, nervous sound. "Yeah. It's like everyone expects me to be a champion overnight. But then there's the pressure from myself too, you know? Like I have to live up to all these expectations, not just mine but everyone else's too." He ran a hand through his hair, anxiety swimming in his eyes.

Carlos leaned back on the ledge of the pool, studying Charles. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that surprised him. This young prodigy, who seemed to have it all figured out, was wrestling with self-doubt just like everyone else.

"Hey," Carlos said gently, "You'll be alright. You're here for a reason. You have the talent, the drive... you'll get there eventually.”

A flicker of gratitude sparked in Charles' eyes. "Thanks, Carlos. I appreciate that. Coming from you, it means a lot."

The compliment hung in the air for a moment, a silent understanding passing between them. Carlos couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something about Charles disarmed him.

"Are you hungry?" Carlos finally asked, surprising even himself with the question. "Do you want to have dinner with me?"

Charles’ eyes sparkled and his lips curved up, making Carlos’ chest feel warm, like it was about to blow open. Whether it was a good or bad sign, it didn’t matter because there was only one thing he was sure of:

He wanted to see Charles smile again.

Read the whole chapter here. Ask me questions!

[holyfreaks]

about sam + dean's Vegas marriage do you think they'd have the traditional newly-weds sex that night or would they be too drunk and pass out or would they just be content to sleep in the same bed arms wrapped around each other?? and if they did have sex would it be rough and passionate with all their pent up incest horniness from over the years or like nice and sweet and slow?? would it even be their first time or had they fucked before?? if they have had sex before getting married was it in a "haha brothers helping brothers out no homo" weirdcest way or like they did they crack out the incest once and never speak of it again or like did they already have a somewhat established sexual/romantic relationship?? sorry for the long ask just so many thoughts and questions lol

all amazing thoughts and questions!!!!

hmm I think for this au I like thinking that it's been weird boundaries-crossing stuff, like masturbating together in the same room with all the lights on and threesomes where they get a little too touchy with each other, maybe one very drunken blowjob that both of them hardly remember but no actual sex bc uh duh they're brothers ? brothers don't do that pfft

but then the marriage thing comes up in vegas while they're eyes-crossed drunk and they can't help but think it's an amazing idea. I mean... the tax benefits would be nice like either of them pay their taxes. but also.... isn't marriage about marrying the person you love? your best friend? your partner in crime? they check off all those boxes. so.... why not?

and their wedding night UGH !!! I think they would try to have sex but be too drunk and giggly and just happy and they fall asleep in each other's arms and have slow, sweet morning sex the next day <33

but any form of them together would be good :)) I like this idea though that it's always been a maybe uh idk and then they finally bite the bullet and take it an extra 20 steps and just get married <33

[randomfoggytiger]

Collector's Fic: Mulder, Scully, and Courthouse Weddings

Mulder and Scully and weddings-- do they or don't they? In this case they do and they don't.

Tagging @pookie-mulder, who inspired this idea!

Loose chronological order below~

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls’s

in another world - Chapter 22

it happens in vegas, of course, and it happens because of langly and melissa.... it’s directly following mulder’s breakup with diana, and he’s been moping around the hotel room the entire time; dana is in the midst of stressing over a big test for medical school, and has refused to leave the hotel room so that she can study to the point of driving melissa crazy. 

AU-- Pre-S1 Mulder and Scully meet and marry in Las Vegas.

I wish you would write a fic where Mulder and Scully are married and domestic af. AU, obviously.

...Mulder and Scully are married on August 16, at a courthouse in Virginia. The date has no significance, no probable reason to get married then—and that, Mulder says, is why it's perfect.

AU S7 Scully is appalled at her and Mulder's shamelessly gooey "married" behavior.

#32: It looks good on you.

He says, “Wanna get married today?”

She lifts her head to look at him, her eyes wide with surprise and maybe an ounce of caution. She says, “You're kidding.”

“Dead serious, Scully.”

AU S7 Mulder and Scully get hitched on a spur-of-the-moment October day.

Five Moments Mulder and Scully Shared (And One They Didn't) (Tumblr)

The new weight is unfamiliar on her hand, but not in a bad way. She grabs his hand and presses a kiss half against his finger and half against his own ring as they huddle together on the steps of the courthouse. 

AU Post S11 Mulder and Scully get a second chance at their entire lives; and determine to make better choices with each other.

@silhouetteofacedar/SilhouetteOfACedar's Pearl, Ch. 1 (Ao3)

Scully shakes her head. “Sorry, no. I’m just nervous.”

“We can keep holding hands, if you want,” he says quietly. “Play the part of a happy couple for a few minutes.”

She glances at him to see if he’s joking. He’s not; his face is strangely serious.

He should be joking, she thinks.

AU-- Mulder and Scully wed after her cancer diagnosis.

@mchalowitz's (Ao3) chain reaction, part 5

Mulder doesn’t bring up the proposal for three days. He figures he should mention it before the weekend because after two days apart, the seriousness of it will wear off. It’ll just be an awkward occurrence, not a real offer. 

“Should we get you a ring?” 

Scully coughs out a laugh and glances at him briefly from the filing cabinet.

AU-- Between Scully's cancer and Teena Mulder's drama, Mulder and his partner are able to find a brief, bright spot: their marriage.

@leiascully's (Ao3) Mulder told Scully he would do whatever he could

They get married.  It’s a quickie courthouse wedding with Maggie and Tara as their witnesses.  Bill refuses to be any part of it.  

AU-- Mulder and Scully get married and leave the FBI to adopt and raise Emily.

@myownsuperintendent/MyOwnSuperintendent’s

All a Family

They get married at the courthouse. They bring her mom.... But she smiles during the ceremony, at least, and Scully does too, a little shyly, and Mulder knows he does, in a way he can’t contain.

AU-- Mulder tells Scully about her ova after her remission; and the two have successfully begun an IVF pregnancy and started the adoption process for Emily when they decide to wed for better chances.

Ficlet: “Marry Me” (Ao3)

She stops where she is.  “Are you serious?”

He pauses a moment to consider, and then he says, “I’m serious.” 

...She’s next to the bed now.  “Yes, then.”

AU-- Post Requiem Mulder asks Scully to marry him.

Readjustment

She feels a little bit guilty that she can’t give her mom what she wants, when there’s so much she’s missed out on. Maybe she would have wanted it herself once, but not anymore, now. “We just…we don’t want to wait, Mom,” she says, and maybe that’s silly, since they’ve already waited quite a while. Since they already have a child together, a life, love. But that is how they feel.

AU-- Mulder, Scully, and William are readjusting to life as free citizens no longer on the run... well, Mulder and Scully are, anyway.

@scully-loves-ruthie's Better Call Scully

“Mulder, look at me.  He faces downward eyes locked on hers.  “Do you really believe that you’ll never stake someone thinking they’re a vampire only to find out too late you were wrong... again?”

He stares at her weighing his response before offering a playful smile as he pulls her toward the courthouse

“That’s what I thought.”  She mutters quickening her pace to remain in step with him.

AU-- Post Bad Blood Mulder and Scully get married for "practical" reasons (of course.)

@cauldronoflove/thegoodthebadandthenerdy's All I Need's a Fraction of Your Happy Heart

(Mulder had meant his proposal, sure, but in the end it was Scully who proposed. Neatly and to the point, but so full of an unrestrained want and sincerity that Mulder had covered her hand across the crayon-scribbled tabletop without even checking left or right.)

AU-- S7 Scully reflects on the journey from her recent marriage to Mulder while she and her partner are on a case.

AU/Married/ISTJ reflects how banter had turned to serious convo/duo both proposed/courthouse/giddy together on case-- All I Need's a Fraction of Your Happy Heart - [Archive]

@msrafterdark's (Ao3) MSR // Ficmas Day 30 - Fireworks

Their belongings are all in storage save for a few toiletries and some clothes for their honeymoon next week. They're signing for a house next month. A simple but beautifully elegant wedding dress hangs on the back of the door of Scully's childhood bedroom. A bundle of wedding presents from relatives and friends--including a rather suspiciously-wrapped gift with the initials "TLG" scrawled on it--sit on Maggie's kitchen table. Even AD Skinner is stopping by for the courthouse appointment tomorrow.

AU-- S7 Mulder and Scully enjoy the night before their wedding together.

beduini/Beduini's Legitimate

The baby moves again and he smiles, a wide, cheek-splitting smile. After a few more minutes, he raises up on his forearm once more and looks down at her with eyes shining, as if he'd just solved a case. "Hey Scully, we got married today."

Her lips turn up in a slight, amused smile. "Yes, Mulder, we did."

AU-- Post Vienen Mulder and Scully hit up the courthouse.

Vickie Moseley’s (Ao3, Gossamer)

Mother of the Bride

"Dana," I whispered, holding my breath and hoping my suspicions about this 'appointment' were correct. "Can you tell me what this is all about?"

Suddenly, Fox was on the phone. "Call it an early birthday present, Mrs. Scully. And maybe a late Mother's Day Present, as well."

Post Existence Mulder and Scully wed at the courthouse.

@aloysiavirgata’s (Ao3, WBM, Gossamer, LJ, Alt. LJ) A Tent of Shelter (Ao3)

She smiles at him, her lopsided grin. “Mulder, what can change, really? The taxes. The health insurance. But I think we’ve reached some point of terminal commitment, don’t you think? And you can hardly imagine I’ll be Doctor Mulder. So do I like the idea? I do, very much. But it’s hardly shocking.”

“Scully my love, you need to read more romance novels.”

Post IWTB Mulder wants to get married for his birthday.

@agentscully/agent_scully2084's Important Traditions

With minimal protest, Scully allowed Mulder to carry her over the threshold, laughing as Mulder explained the symbolism of the ancient tradition and appeared to take seriously his duty to protect his new bride from evil spirits.

Post IWTB Mulder and Scully get married in khakis and blue.

@scully/humancredentials's "Did you just call me 'baby' in front of my mother?"

She looks like she’s about to say that yes, something is wrong and that he shouldn’t antagonize her brother that way and even though they’re living together now, even though they’re ink on the paper official, sworn to each other in a courthouse in rural Virginia in front of her mother, her God, and all of their ghosts, it still makes her anxious when it’s on display.

But she doesn’t, doesn’t say any of those things, realizes she doesn’t even really want to.

Post IWTB Mulder is prone to slipping up with pet names after he and Scully tied the knot.

amorfati3215/Amorfati32’s (FFN) AU head canon - Mulder and Scully never separated...

Mulder and Scully marry two months later in a small service at the county courthouse. Scully’s mother gives the bride away while Skinner agrees to be Mulder’s best man. It’s a quiet affair, formal too but it’s exactly what they wanted. 

AU-- Post IWTB Mulder and Scully vacay, wed, and stay together during the hard times.

@broadcastnews1987/audries/@kennedyandheidi/inkspl0tchess's (WBM 1/ 2/ 3) Unnamed

“you’re my wife,” he says, over and over. her fingers are tugging at the tie she’d made him wear to the courthouse. he hadn’t really minded. “you’re my wife, scully.”

Post IWTB-- Three moments are Mulder and Scully tied the knot.

@m0lderitsme's Just a post MSIV fluff piece.

A big wedding was most definitely not for either of them. Plus, they didn’t really have anyone to invited anymore. Sure, Scully could have asked her brother Bill and his wife and son, but she didn’t really want them there. They decided that they’d get married in a very, very quick ceremony with a Justice of the Peace.

Post Revival Mulder and Scully marry with Skinner as their witness.

@flukemen/@pinebluffvariants/pinebluffvariant's Barrows

On a Friday afternoon, Mulder and Scully get out of a cab just a few blocks from the basement where they used to eat hotdogs at midnight and argue over evidence, when they were young. The streets are cleaner than they used to be, back then. The air is too. At least it feels that way today.

Post Revival Mulder and Scully wait in line outside the courthouse... and watch Skinner skip right on through.

@kateyes224's (Ao3)

Unchained Melody

Scully wiggled her small toes on the hard-wood floor, glad to be barefoot.  Her pale ecru dress shimmered in the darkened kitchen, her face half shadowed. She looked up at Mulder, and something in the way she was sitting, staring up at him, her cerulean eyes luminous in the dark, niggled at his brain like deja vu.

After the courthouse ceremony, Mulder remembers one moment when his parents looked really, truly happy with each other.

Honorable mentions:

amorfati3215/Amorfati32’s The Proposal (Parts 1/, 2/, 3/, 4/)

jeri’s (Gossamer) Vulpecula (Gossamer 1/ 2/) (post here)

@rationalcashew/RationalCashew's Dark is the Way; Light is the Place (Tumblr)

Vickie Moseley’s "My Dearest Son"

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Mer roadtrip please!!!

- @aftgphoenix

WIP Wednesday (2/5) | Mer Roadtrip AU (Part 109)

They drive silently while the night and near death experience sit heavy on them both. It's well past one in the morning when they hit Utah. Neil directs Andrew to a small, out of the way town with the atlas. But otherwise, neither of them speaks much.

When Andrew pulls up to a hotel, Neil doesn't argue over the price or try to talk him down into a shittier place. He just looks up at the building before wearily climbing out of the car with his bag held against his chest. He leads the way inside, goes to the front desk. He has an ID now and the receptionist doesn't give him shit when he asks for a room with a couple beds. She just smiles and slides a key card across the counter top, tells him to have a good stay.

Their room is on the second floor and Neil didn't argue about that either. Usually he prefers to stay on the ground level, but he couldn't be bothered to ask. He barely had the give-a-fuck to remember he's got Andrew trailing behind him, barely remembered they needed a double room. He thought he was trapped. He was planning Andrew's death in that office. Well, not really. But... He was planning to get away by any meaning necessary.

He would've let Andrew take the heat, take a bullet, take whatever the fuck Lola had planned for him. And Andrew's the one who got them both out of there alive, with no bullet holes or fatal wounds. Not so much as a scratch on them. 

Shame burns hot in Neil's stomach. Or perhaps it's indigestion from the enormous lunch they had. Either way, he's not a fan. Neil reaches their door and unlocks it, allowing Andrew in first before he shuts the door behind him before and engages both locks.

Andrew sets his bag on the bed furthest from the door and stretches his arms over his head. Neil watches him roll his neck, his shoulders. Then Andrew gives him a look.

"We lived, Neil. Try not to be so down about it."

Neil swallows. "It was a close call. That's all."

"Mm. But we lived. They're still waiting for you to show up in Vegas. They have no idea you've come and gone already. We're almost four hours out and they're clueless. We'll be back to Columbia before those bozos figure it out." Andrew says, looking smug about it. Neil wishes he could believe him.

"The dress was quick thinking, I'll give you that." Neil tells him. Andrew puffs up a bit at the praise. "But where did Joe come from?"

"It's my middle name. Joseph. Only use if when I have to." Andrew drawls, looking pleased with himself. It takes a moment for Neil to remember that's exactly how he'd given up 'Abram' a couple days ago. "I figured any potential criminals shouldn't know my first name, even if it's one of the most common and boring ones in the world."

Neil nods at that, because Angela had announced their names to his stalkers hadn't she? Well, she said Joe and Nellie— which was offensive to him, couldn't she have come up with something better? It was smart of Andrew not to give up his name. Neil sets his bag down and starts towards the bathroom, but Andrew holds a hand up.

"Woah, Nellie. I'm going first," he says with a sharp-toothed grin. Neil sticks his tongue in his cheek.

"Don't call me that."

"It's our fake wedding night, I'll call you whatever I like." Andrew says, jabbing a finger in Neil's direction. He laughs his way into the bathroom and Neil rolls his eyes, maybe he should've let Lola shoot Andrew. Just a little.