#WEdding

[pinkfairiesteaparty]

[vanillarosekiss]

His pink roses.. ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ part 1.

I saw an instagram reel that inspired me to write this. Listened to Lana del Rey the entire time i was writing…

A/N: Was originally meant to be smut with no plot, but part 2 will have smut.

His pink roses.. ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ mood board!

Pairing: Afab!reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley.

Summary: Gaz asks Simon to be one of his groomsmen at his wedding (along with the rest of TF141), but he has to walk down the isle with another woman as Gaz’s wife doesn’t know you as well. You and Simon are in an established relationship, and he doesn’t realise how much this makes you jealous.

Warnings: language, hints of angst at some parts?, alcohol consumption, afab!reader, dismissive and slightly argumentative Simon (at first), reader is insecure.

You turn your head as the groomsmen walk down the wedding isle, each with a bridesmaid hanging on their arm, each man sporting a tux that matched the pretty pink dress that the women wore. Every bridesmaid had a small bunch of dusty pink roses, all bundled together in the end to make the bride's bouquet. It was beautiful, a sight to be seen, and you were so happy for Gaz, he was always so nice to you since Simon had - reluctantly - introduced you to the rest of the task force. But you couldn't help but bite the inside of your cheek as you saw him, your Simon, walking down the aisle with a dainty woman hanging off his arm. The ugly green monster had poisoned you, it was inevitable. You didn't know why you were so deeply jealous, your stomach threatening to flip at the sight. You knew it wasn't as if Simon had chosen for this to happen, he would much rather have you on his arm if he could. It was just that you had barely met Gaz's fiancé before, so didn't have enough relations with her to be a bridesmaid. You didn't hate her for it at all, it was just a bit annoying that Simon had to step up for his own role, never letting down his team for anything, war or not.

You watched as they made their way down the isle and, finally, separated to their opposing sides. The wedding was pretty, the bride looking like an angel up there with her gorgeous white dress, frilled lacing around the hems and a long train that delicately laid on the floor. The couple exchanged vows and kissed once told to, everyone cheering for them in high spirits. You tried to cover your previous feelings of jealousy and bitterness by smiling, managing to catch Simon's eye as you did this. Your smile faltered a little, and he raised his eyebrow slightly, as if he was asking 'what?' from the opposite side of the room to you. You just smiled slightly at him before getting up like everyone else to see the newly married couple out to the after party reception.

As you walked, unknowingly looking gorgeous in your light pink evening dress, a few of the supposedly single men near you gave a few looks and compliments which you begrudgingly yet kindly accepted. Not even a few moments later you felt the oh so familiar feeling of Simon's hands snaking around your waist, his larger figure guiding you instinctively.

"What did they want?" He asked instantly, already feeling protective over you.

"What? Oh, they just said they liked my dress." You say, twisting their words a little to save an argument.

"Bullshit." He replies with a flat tone, his hands still possessively round your waist.

"Don't." You say gently, almost warning him, both of you walking now into the main room where all the guests mingled and socialised whilst Gaz and his wife prepared to cut their cake.

"Don't what?" He says, almost sarcastically. Too sarcastic for your liking. So you decide to change the subject in means of retaliating.

"You two looked nice together." You say, referring to him and the bridesmaid whom he had to walk down the isle with.

"Who?" He asks, oblivious.

"Her." You say, pointing her out, she was talking to a few of the other groomsmen near the buffet table.

He laughs a little, not picking up on your subtle tone of annoyance. But when he doesn't hear you laugh, he looks at you, your facial expression neutral.

"Oh come on, love. You can't be serious." He scoffs, his hands not on you at that moment, "You know I couldn't change anything, it's Gaz's wedding for God's sake. You know I didn't choose to do this myself."

You don't say anything, deciding you didn't want to argue, watching as the cake was cut. Simon takes note of this, his eyes following yours.

"She's pretty, isn't she?" You say, admiring the bride's dress and appearance. Simon immediately picked up on a hint of self depreciation, knowing that you were probably comparing yourself to her. It wasn't a secret that you weren't always confident in yourself, but you didn't like to talk about it with Simon. He always respected your wishes, still aware of your issue though.

Simon hummed in response, not really concentrating as he wrapped his arms around you again, his head resting on your shoulder.

"You're pretty. Unreal." He mumbles into your skin, pressing a few kisses on your collarbone and neck.

You didn't really react, just whispering a small 'thank you', before pulling away slightly. He didn't force you to stay in his arms, knowing what you were like sometimes.

You both ended up talking to lots of people, socialising for a while before you decided to get on the dance floor, tipsy after downing almost 3 tequila shots and a small handful of mixed drinks before that.

Simon sat and watched you from a distance, keeping an eye to make sure no one would try anything, and to make sure you wouldn't hurt yourself by accident. He loved watching you, not in a creepy way, but just admiring how lovely you were. Your dress complimented your figure perfectly, fitting tight like a glove. He was disheartened that you put yourself down so much. He saw that you were beautiful, but he could never seem to get you to believe his words when he complimented you.

After an hour or so, Simon decided that you were getting a little too unstable for his liking, and got you off the main floor, his arms holding you steady under your ribs. He sat you down on a chair gently, asking if you had had fun as he carefully undid the straps of your heels, his hands caressing your calves as he took your shoes off and carried them for you. When you said goodbye to everyone, he carried you outside to his car and put you in the passenger seat, doing your seatbelt for you, although you protested, pouting and saying that you could 'do it yourself'.

He laughed softly at you, "Whatever you say, baby” he kissed your lips sweetly.

He got in the driver's side and started the car, to drive you both back to his apartment.

[aziraphales-library]

Hello! I have discovered so many wonderful fics here! Thank you mods so much! I was wondering if there are any fics out there where Crowley and Aziraphale get married/ ineffable husband wedding?? Thanks again you wonderful beings :))

Hi! We have #proposal, #wedding, and #marriage tags, so check those out. Here are some ineffable wedding fics...

Completing the Set by graywings (G)

Aziraphale and Crowley celebrate their wedding day by combining it with a Jane Austen-themed ball in Bath. They invite some of their allies to join them, but their plan to introduce Muriel and Eric doesn't go quite as expected.

Ouroboros by FriendOfLoki (T)

“We should get married!” Crowley blurts out. His face is burning the moment the words leave his mouth and enter into the night. He’s not quite sure how he got here. Or, the story of how Aziraphale and Crowley drunkenly marry each other one night in Las Vegas.

Marry Me a Little by lestatslestits, SCsiVi (G)

Once in the hallway Nina says: “Mine’s gone mad. Has yours gone mad?” “He’s—er—trying on bow ties.” - Nina and Maggie have the dubious honor of organizing a wedding for two powerful celestial beings. It's every bit as chaotic as it sounds.

6000 Years of Marriages (for Reasons) by Dragonsquill (T)

Okay, but the opposite of 6000 years of pining: 6000 years of wedding ceremonies for reasons. Book Omens and their marriages of convenience for . . . Reasons.

The Most Stylish Wedding of A.Z. Fell and A.J. Crowley by ThisColorfulAbyss (T)

A very insecure Aziraphale can’t decide his attire for the wedding. The only detail he’s sure about is that he’s going to discard all tartan. His husband never liked it, anyway. Thank Goodness, Anathema and Madame Tracy are there to dissuade him from pursuing this ludicrous idea, because Crowley has something planned…

An Ineffable Arrangement by Aidaran, Letha (G)

The Second Coming has been averted. Crowley and Aziraphale are finally together and on the same side. And the Whickber Street Shopkeepers and Traders Association thinks they could take their bliss somewhere else. Or at least the storms associated with it. ------------- Nina, head conspirator of Whickber Street, was, against her will, a woman on a mission. To boldly take a demon where no one had taken him before. Shopping.

Beneath The Newborn Stars, And Long After by WaitingToBeBroken (E)

Aziraphale and Crowley loved each other long before the Beginning. Unsurprisingly, Crowley's Fall changes nothing about that. Or the 5 times over their 6000 years of shared history they got married.

- Mod D

[meandhisjohn]

JW: " Seriously? Sherlock, we need a location, tuxedos, and invitations, and you think cake samples are important now?

SH: " John, cake is essential and an integral part of a wedding. Therefore, we need to do this right now!"

JW: " Alright, Love, at least you're eating, so let's do this."

@a-victorian-girl @lisbeth-kk @peanitbear @@thepolyamorywriter @totallysilvergirl @reed-anderson @whatnext2020 @apazwtsn @jobooksncoffee @swissmissing @microwavedfishsticks @helloliriels @@chriscalledmesweetie @naefelldaurk @chinike

[twoseparatecoursesmeet]

A Large Dog and some Wedding People, 1940s

[warmfuzzyphoto]

1957

[bob--and--friends]

Penelope

@fieryfemale

[pinkfairiesteaparty]

[manic-maddie]

He definitely had a plan and it did not involve a doggo

[dinglefan74]

this a serious one

[guzhuangheaven]

joy of life

From now on, you will never be alone again.

[federer7]

Wedding photography at the Oppenheimer Memorial. Jabavu, Soweto. 1972

[air3d3lalm3na]

@tobacconist

Greek Cypriots in the UK, in the wedding tradition of "(ta) Rialia" (source)

[meowsfeed]

Source: _gatsby.and.daisy

[miggsboson]

It hurt, but I don’t regret it. 

[kinzig81]

MLP Screenshot in my style !! I always forget how fun these are to do. I need to do more. ^_^

Love this screen cap especially cuz I love all the royals in mlp