#fake marriage trope

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Royal Flowers Chapter 2

pairing: anakin skywalker x f! reader

series summary: A long, long, time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, a certain Jedi by the name of Anakin Skywalker meets you, the current Queen of Naboo and adopted cousin of Padme Amidala, and is tasked with protecting you by pretending to marry you. As a spy, you’ve infiltrated the Separatist ranks and are close to finding out the mastermind behind all of it. The fate of the galaxy is in your hands.

warnings: minors dni! ageless blogs dni! none this chapter but the series will have eventual smut, canon-level violence and just general warnings.

a/n: this series is so fun i hope everyone enjoys it as much as i did writing . anakin’s outfit in the opening scene is this incredible artwork by @kynakin  ! this fic is for all the girlies like me who cry whenever there’s an argument

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“I should never have agreed to this plan,” General Skywalker huffs, fiddling with the golden chains that drape across his bare chest in discomfort. It’s not the typical Jedi uniform, you’ll give him that, but for this to work… you have to go drastic. He’s uncomfortably quiet, though, and you realize that his cover story draws some uncomfortable parallels to what his life might have been without the Order. 

But you’re left with no time to comfort him, futile as the attempt might have been, as the sound of ordered footsteps echo from the corridor. It’s your handmaidens, and judging by the low voices accompanying the swish of skirts, a couple senators too. You grab the general’s forearms, clumsily placing his hands on your waist and then use him as leverage to push yourself an inch away from his mouth. 

“Forgive me,” you whisper, before you crush his lips with your own. Almost instinctively, Anakin pulls you in tighter. 

You withdraw only when you hear the shocked gasps of your handmaidens and the uncomfortable clearing of throats from the ministers. General Skywalker blushes scarlet, stammering shyly as you turn to face them. 

“Milady,” they bow, curious eyes wandering to the man standing behind you. You nod at them, playing shy as you reach your fingertips to brush against the general’s hand, not quite grasping it. The action draws attention, and you can see smiles teasing at the lips of the senators. Everyone’s a sucker for a love story. 

Almost everyone. 

Your handmaidens’ eyes glint with anger at the publicness of your actions. They aren’t surprised that there is someone, but they had warned you that they wanted less personnel on this task— as in, they wanted to isolate you. Easier to kill one person than two. 

”And who is this gentleman?” Minister Pane asks, stepping forward with an outstretched hand towards the general. 

“Anakin. Anakin Lars. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ministers,” he says with a smile, taking the outstretched hand and bowing forwards. Good, he knows how to behave himself. 

“My apologies, Ministers. Today turned out to be such a beautiful day, I thought I’d show my fiance around the palace but lost track of time. Shall we continue walking to the meeting?” You say, with just the lightest smile on your face. You scan their faces for any sign that they might recognize him from when he guarded Padme, but luck is on your side—Anakin Skywalker had been a side note to them. 

“I’ll take your leave, then, my love,” the general says, dropping into a bow and grasping your hand to place a ghost of a kiss on the back of it. Your heart skips a beat when he flicks his eyes up to you, holding you in his gaze. Before you have the time to dwell on his performance, he’s gone, leaving you to the ministers and maidens. 

“Congratulations on your engagement, my Queen,” One of the ministers states. “Might I suggest a public wedding? A show of strength on behalf of the government, in the face of the increasing Separatist attacks. Royal weddings do wonders for morale, you know.” 

Perfect. 

~~~

The week that had elapsed since General Skywalker had been discovered as your lover to the time of the wedding went by in a blur. On a planet like Naboo, where the royalty was both controversial and respected, an event where the true Queen was guaranteed to be in attendance was rare. It would draw out all sorts of people—ones that wanted you dead, ones that worshiped the very ground you walked on, but it didn’t deter you. 

To show respect to tradition, General Skywalker had been placed in a wing of the palace that was opposite your own. You hadn’t seen him much since that first day, overrun with the local politics of Naboo as well as the wedding preparations. Fake wedding or not, you only get to have your first wedding once, right? But the distance between you and the general unsettles you. There’s a growing concern in you, deep within, that General Skywalker can’t truly guard you. Yes, Padme had given her word that General Skywalker would keep you safe, but that was based on her own experiences, and wasn’t he hopelessly in love with her? How could you possibly rely on him? More pressing was the matter of having Reyna, your body double, and the other maidens believe you were in love with him. You’ve never been married before, but you’re pretty sure that not seeing each other for a week before your wedding isn’t the picture of hopelessly, deeply in love. 

The day of the wedding, you’re awake before dawn. Invites have been sent to every corner of the planet, to every village and city. It’s a momentous occasion, after all; it’s rare for the Monarch of Naboo to be an adult. You’re dressed elegantly but simple, left only in private to pin your veil in place. It wasn’t what you imagined as a child, to be so isolated on what should be a joyous occasion. 

“You look radiant,” a soft voice comes from behind you. You catch Padme’s eye in the mirror before you as you look up. 

“Padme!” you gasp, nearly tripping over the long dress as you run to her. She holds you when you crash into her, choked laughter escaping the two of you as you hold back tears. She leans back, pressing her thumb into the corner of your eyes as you give her a watery smile. Your cousin, your sister, your closest friend, your Padme. 

“Oh, sweet girl, don’t cry. You didn’t really think I’d leave you alone on your big day, did you?” She smiles, swiping her own tears from her face with the back of her hand. “Let’s get that gorgeous veil on.” 

You sit there as she helps you pin it in place, unable to manage any words as she helps you get ready. She places a gentle kiss to the top of your head, smiling at you gently as she straightens up. 

“Oh, Padme,” you sigh, twisting to face her and holding her hand gently. “It’s all just so much. To do all of this, and be the queen of Naboo, it’s all just so much.” 

“You’re doing amazing,” she reassures you. “From one queen to another, you’ve only been queen for such a short period of time but you’re already doing incredible domestic work. Not to mention the other things you’re managing. If I know anything in this universe, it’s you, and I know that you can do all of this. You’re probably the only person in the galaxy that can.” 

You lean against Padme for support, closing your eyes to allow the comfort of her presence. 

“I can’t stop thinking of my parents, Padme,” You confess, eyes still closed as you draw support from her. “Their love was so strong, and pure, and…” You trail off, knowing that you are not afforded the luxury of privacy. But Padme understands you. She always has. 

“I know,” She says. “I know. But they’re here, watching, sending you all their love, always. Now go, my Queen,” Padme smiles. 

~~~

The thunderous roar of the awaiting crowd greets you when you step out onto the Palace Plaza, where General Skywalker awaits in the ruffled-collar suit you’ve seen so often on the nobility. Padme trails behind you but is undoubtedly spotted by the crowd, their increased cheering showing their respect for the beloved former Queen. General Skywalker’s face is set in solemnity, sorrows etched into the lines of his face. You shoot him a bright smile, one that holds both an encouragement and a reminder that you are being watched, before turning to wave to the people. The setting sun casts a soft haze on your people, and the sight fills you with joy. Your people, all here. 

The officiant steps between the two of you, saying something that flies past you as you gaze into the general’s eyes. And you see, in those stormy blue eyes, a depth of emotions that have been harbored for far too long. You see more of him than you’ve seen before, the clarity reflecting in his eyes, and it feels like each breath you take is bringing you closer to him. You understand Anakin Skywalker. 

Your hand is brought to his, calloused skin and metal fingers enveloping yours as he looks deeply at you. You wonder what he sees in your eyes, what he sees in you. Does he see you the way you see him? Is there clarity in your eyes, can he see the truth in your being? 

“The chain that I thus wrap your hands with symbolizes the strength of your marriage. One will go to him, and one will go to you, my queen,” The officiant explains, smiling kindly at you when you nod at him. A slim metal bracelet is looped around your wrist, a matching one wrapping around Anakin’s wrist. “Through this life, let love and trust in one another guide you. Let yourself be guided by the other person. The threads of your life are thus connected, intertwined til death doth part you both.” 

Once the man beside the two of you falls silent, you raise your head gently towards Anakin, eyelashes fluttering shut before you feel his open mouth against yours. His kiss is soft, moving in synchrony with you as you indulge the romantic fantasies of the crowd and placate the spies amongst your ranks. You’re sure that, in another life, you might have enjoyed kissing him. 

Anakin goes stiff, though, and you take it as a sign to pull back, only to see his gaze fixed on something just past your shoulder. You know without looking that it’s Padme, and squeeze his hands before bringing yourself back to his lips. 

“Not here,” you murmur against his lips, nudging his nose with your own to bring him back with a delicate, short-lived kiss. The two of you turn to the crowd, waving to them and blowing kisses as they cheer for you both, before turning back into the Palace, where your staff eagerly awaits. 

“Ensure that they all have access— and please make sure it’s accessed in an orderly fashion— to the dinner arranged to celebrate the wedding. I’ll follow up with the Minister of Agriculture to make sure the grain stores are plenty and work on a distribution program for the people. This may also be announced with the happy news of my nuptials,” you instruct the chief palace maid. She nods and leaves you with the rest of your staff. 

“Well? Go and enjoy yourselves!” You cheer, tugging Anakin towards the nearest stairwell and running up to your chambers. You maintain the faux cheer even as you near your bedchambers, knowing that your maidens are closely following behind. You make eye contact with them and close the door to your bedchambers with a subtle wink, hoping it’s enough to convince them to leave you alone. 

Anakin calls your name sharply from within the chamber as you stand by the door. You hold your hand up sharply, before pointing towards the door and cupping your ear. They’re always listening, you mouth at him. He nods in understanding before pushing out his hands with concentration. 

“It’s fine now,” he says. “I’ve put up a Noise-Dampening Bubble. This way, our conversations will be ours and no one else’s.” 

“Thank you,” you sigh, walking over to the bed and collapsing on it. Your hands stray to your veil, working on unpinning the delicate pearled lace from your skull. 

“Why didn’t you tell me Padme was going to be in the audience?” Anakin demands. You close your eyes and sigh at his audible frustration. You should’ve expected a fight— Anakin had, from the start, seemed prone to anger. 

“She’s my cousin. The closest thing I have to a sister, the only person I really consider family. Not only that, she’s one of the most loved Queens in Naboo’s recent history. Really, General Skywalker, it should’ve been a given that she’d be there,” you groan. This conversation is already beginning to exasperate you, and you know that it’s far from over. 

“Anakin. Not General Skywalker. We’re married now, if you keep calling me ‘General Skywalker’, this whole marriage sham will be for nothing. Maker… You’ve gone and forced me to marry you in front of the love of my life,” Anakin bites out. 

“Will you drop that already? She’s not interested in you! And, in case it slipped your mind, Anakin, we don’t have much of a choice. You think I wanted to get married to you?” 

“Why wouldn’t you want to get married to me?” Anakin asks, irritated. 

“Wh- what a foolish question! You think I wanted to marry without love? A ritual as sacred as that and I’ve done it to a man who’s hung up on my cousin! I wanted to be loved, Anakin! Loved! You’re my husband, you’re supposed to be the one person who loves me. And I couldn’t even have that. But know this, Anakin, I’d sacrifice it all again, because it’s not about me! It’s not about you either! You need to grow the fuck up and move on or this entire mission is in jeopardy!” 

“Oh. Oh, I see, the queen wants to talk about sacrifice. Don’t talk to me about sacrifice!” Anakin shouts at you. “Do you know what I’ve given up to be here? All because you don’t feel safe and don’t have the courage to learn how to protect yourself? Your foolish request is an insult to my abilities. I was so close to becoming the youngest Jedi Master and you’ve put it all at risk. I mean, who knows what the Council will say if they find out that I got married to you? It doesn’t matter if it’s just for show, there’s not a chance they’re just going to let it slide.” He sighs and sits on the other side of the bed, rubbing his face with his hands. You sit up, twisting to face him as you swallow the lump in your throat. You didn’t want him to treat you this way. Sure, you didn’t need it to be a real wedding, but you can’t handle the thought of being at each others’ throats all while you dealt with the pressures of being Queen of Naboo and a spy. 

“Okay,” you whispered, not trusting yourself to speak normally without crying. “I don’t know what you’ve gone through. I won’t pretend that I have. It was unfair of me to act like you haven’t sacrificed anything. But would you at least admit that you’re taking your stress out on me rather unfairly?” You sigh in exhaustion. “We need each other right now. At least, I need you. The palace is a vicious, vicious place, and I can’t make it through this without you. Please, let’s just… not fight. Not over this.” 

Anakin sighs, but nods. You dab at a stray tear with your fingertips, overwhelmed. The two of you sit in silence for a brief moment before you get up, heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed. 

“I’ll sleep on the floor tonight,” Anakin says from behind you. You pause, not looking back at him when you nod your consent as tears stream down your face.

[forgetful-nerd]

Peter: so does this mean we’re married now?

Wade: only if I get to keep the dog and pinball machine in the divorce.

Peter: well dang, if you’re already planning for a divorce… I don’t know man.

Wade: ok since you wanna have an attitude. I get to keep the squirrel proof bird feeder as well.

Pater: How DARE YOU go for the bird feeder-

Wade: I was trying to keep things civil. But if you want to raise your voice too, then fine! I’m taking all the spoons to.

Wade: enjoy the inconvenience of not being able to eat your cereal in a normal way.

Peter: I don’t eat cereal because I’m not a child.

Wade: AND THIS IS WHY WE’RE GETTING A DIVORCE!

[a-noone]

Silly McSpirk Story Idea: When The Ship Sails

Inspired by the story of two best friends who pretended to be a gay couple to win booze on a cruise ship. Plot under the cut.

The planet Klobour is rich in dilithium, and populated by a species with roughly 21st century level technology. As a pre-warp civilization, they are protected by the Prime Directive.

The Klingons do not care. Their plan is to slaughter the planet's Prime Minister, take over the government, and mine the hell out of that dilithium. They see their chance when said Prime Minister boards a luxury cruise ship.

Kirk, Spock, and McCoy must go undercover on that cruise ship. Chapel modifies their appearance, Uhura hacks some Klobour computers to give their men tickets, and they go and replicate both appropriate attire and a limited quantity of cash currency.

McCoy: "Well, if we're gonna blend in, we're gonna need extra cash for tipping, and for their over-priced alcohol."

Spock: "Doctor, the quantity of alcohol you undoubtedly wish to drink would necessitate replicating a quantity of currency that would almost certainly attract the attention of the constabulary."

The cruise ship is snooze central. It's mostly loud old rich people and families with whiny kids.

Jim's fine. He thinks the kids are cute. He flirts with a bunch of older people just to make them feel good about themselves. He goes swimming in a speedo. Somehow, after three hours, he's friends with the ship's Captain.

Spock is caught in the hell which is watching Jim go around half naked, flirting with people who are not Spock. He vents his frustration by making pedantic commentary to McCoy.

Bones wants to McFuckin' DIE. Jim's got that thing for the diving board and surely he's gonna bust his fool-head open, and they can't even use modern medical tools. Kids won't stop running around and screaming and whining. Spock won't shut up. And because they only have a small amount of cash, he can't really afford alcohol.

McCoy: "YOU did this to me, you damn green-blooded miscreant."

Spock: "I fail to see how I am responsible for the socio-political circumstances that necessitated our presence here."

McCoy: "Damnit, I told you we needed more money! I can't even afford a french fry here, let alone a mixed drink."

Jim: *getting between them and slapping them both on the shoulders* "Hey, you know, there's a newlywed contest. The prize is unlimited free food and drink. You two certainly argue enough to be a married couple."

And Jim is joking. Teasing.

Spock: "Undoubtedly, Captain. Securing additional food and drink for Doctor McCoy would doubtless improve his mood, and make the mission easier."

McCoy: "There is no way you could pull off pretending to be my husband."

Spock: *raising an eyebrow in defiance*

The game show is pretty standard. You have to answer correctly about the other person's personality, preferences, and favorites. They win because Jim has never, since they've known him, been able to restrain himself from gushing about each of them to the other.

McCoy tries to make Spock uncomfortable by laying the flirtation on really thick.

Spock's not uncomfortable. He's actually secretly touched that McCoy knows his favorite tea blend, his favorite book, his favorite poet, his favorite scientists, the name of his childhood pet, all of his hobbies. Spock remembers everything he heard because he's Vulcan. McCoy must remember because he cares.

Then, they win. As a bonus surprise, they are upgraded to the honeymoon suite. They must now, for the remainder of the cruise, sleep in a singular gigantic bed.

What they don't know is that they were recorded, and broadcast on loop to the entire crew, making them ship-wide celebrities.

They're asked to kiss every time they enter a common area. And they kinda have to do it. McCoy internally detonates at the realization that he likes kissing Spock, later yelling at him: "You didn't have to make it so convincing!"

Spock, a touch telepath, merely gloats.

Jim feels some kind of way about seeing his besties kiss each other.

But also, the secret Klingon operative on the ship now knows that McCoy and Spock are definitely on board! Romantic antics, pining, and angst are interrupted by Klingons trying to kill them and sink the ship.

The story ends with Jim confessing his affections for both of his friends. Spock announces that the only logical solution is a poly triad.

[jessread-s]

✩🎉🥂Review:  

If you ever were to read a novella, this is the one to get your hands on!

“Same Time Next Year” follows Sumner, a hockey player on the brink of breaking into the NHL. With Sumner’s work visa about to expire, his only chance to stay in America and achieve his dream of going pro is to get a green card. Enter Britta, an ambitious waitress looking to become a part owner of the bar she works at. In exchange for the money she needs, Britta reluctantly agrees to marry Sumner, but the closer they become in preparation for their green card interview, the harder it is for them to keep their relationship solely contractual. 

Novellas can be challenging to write because they are shorter than novels, yet longer than short stories (typically being anywhere from 70 to 160 pages), but Tessa Bailey navigates the constraints beautifully. She tracks her characters’ fake marriage across the span of a year, cleverly homing in on specific moments in time that are sure to hold the attention of readers and further invest them in the development of Britta and Sumner’s relationship—like when Sumner insists on accompany Britta to a concert or when they went to their first family gathering as a “couple”.  Bailey also perfectly balances steamier scenes with more wholesome moments. 

By the time I got to the end, I wanted more, not because I was left unsatisfied (a feeling I often experience when reading novellas due to their brevity), but because I genuinely fell in love with the characters and their story.  I thoroughly enjoyed this little taste of what is to come in Bailey’s sports series and cannot wait for them to hit shelves!

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[juanabaloo]

Friday Fuffy Fic Rec! Want some fake marriage goodness?

Yes please!

But skip the wedding. What about a fake honeymoon? Undercover post-S7 slayers at a honeymoon resort??? Then boy have I got a fic rec for you!

just too unreal, all this (haven't you heard a word, how i want you?) by BeatriceEveryTuesday

(ch. 1/5, rated E, Angst with a Happy Ending. credit to @beatriceeverytuesday. more tags on AO3.)

gif credits: top L: Buffy thanks to andremichaux (auto credit isn't appearing for me, no idea why) top R: Faith sorta (Echo in Dollhouse) thanks to ladyinrosso L doggo: thanks to ichorx. // R doggo: thanks to pdparker1977 middle: S7 Fuffy thanks to fuffygifs

[sad-scarred-sassy]

Hiii remember when you had that head canon about Elain rescuing Lucien from Beron and they have to accept the bond?

Well....it was so inspiring I wrote something for it 👀

Posting it soon!!

Oh my freaking god😨😨😨 you are amazing AMAZING!!

PLEASE POST IT AND TAG ME BECAUSE IM GONNA READ THE SHIT OUT OF IT😭😭🥹🥹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[booksteacupandreviews]

Faking Christmas by Kerry Winfrey - Heartwarming and Fluffy Christmas romance

Faking Christmas is a delightful, heartwarming, entertaining, and fluffy Christmas romance with hate-to-love and fake marriage tropes. Faking Christmas Other Books I read by the Same Author –SynopsisReview of Faking ChristmasGet Faking Christmas Here Faking Christmas by Kerry Winfrey Publication Date : September 26, 2023 Publisher : Berkley Read Date : October 9, 2023 Genre : Romcom /…

[ao3-shenanigans]

Not fake dating or fake married but a secret other thing: otp has been married for years but no one can find out because if HR hears about it….

(Or whatever other reason they don’t think anyone should know)

[becasbelt]

help so is your fav trope fake dating/marriage?? what are your fic recs w that trope for bechloe and caitvi **holds microphone to you**

this is an ABSURD accusation why would you assume my favorite trope is fake dating what evidence do you have-

alright so bechloe fics:

- Fade Into You by @aliciameade

beca and chloe scheme to get wedding gifts and fly too close to the sun. one of my all-time favorite fics

- Stained Glass by @kailoraurelius

THE pitch perfect fake dating fic, folks. it's got gay yearning, it's got bella shenanigans, it's got kidnappings, it's got the full "save the cat" plot progression. The Fake Dating Fic Of All Time, truly

- You Still Make Sense to Me (Your Mess is Mine) by wherehopelies

ANOTHER CLASSIC. beca and chloe fuck around and find out that they actually really like being engaged. domestic fluff in abundance

- and i never. saw you coming by @pulledpurplecurtains

beca pretends to be chloe's girlfriend to solidify chloe's gayness. feelings ensue <3

arcane fics:

- Rumours (Terrible and True) by @sunsetsharkblog

they're actors pretending to date to promote their show. vi is a fuckboy and caitlyn thinks she's sexy annoying. if you haven't read this fic what are you doing with your life

- For Legal Reasons, we are in love ALSO by @sunsetsharkblog

vi needs citizenship in piltover and caitlyn agrees to marry her so she can get it. currently in-progress, very excellent (as all of sunsetsharkbite's works are)

- Butterflies (Don't Belong in Zoos) by AmberZ10

popstar vi, she and caitlyn get photographed by paparazzi and decide to appear wildly in love. idk if this really classifies as fake dating, and it's DEFINITELY not the main focus of this fic, but there are aspects of it in here that i enjoy immensely

there are probably more incredible fics that i'm missing but i'm bad at bookmarking fics whoops. anyway. here are my humble offerings

[abibliophobiaa]

Might do something crazy like drop chapter 1 this week.

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So if I were to marry you. BIG IF. What would that entail? Meet me at Caldwell’s tomorrow? I have meetings until 2pm, we can grab coffee there at 3pm and talk business. Stop. He’s trying to seduce me. Oh no. HAHA — you’re hilarious. I’ll send you the address. (Address Link) Holy shit. Didn’t know they sold coffee this expensive. It’s on me. So it’s a real date? And they said romance is dead. I’m over here swooning. Something like that. Talk to you tomorrow.

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It was simple enough: get married, satisfy a will, and cover a debt.

The rules were foolproof: don't fall in love.

Then why is everything so complicated?

Modern Day!Rich!Fake Husband!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader…coming sooner than you think.

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Chapter List:

one: tba...

[usertoxicyaoi]

"I shouldn't be swayed. It's not even a real marriage anyway."

MY DEMON (2023). Releases: 24th November.

[drrav3nb]

DONALD GLOVER as John Smith MAYA ERSKINE as Jane Smith MR. & MRS. SMITH | Episode 1 - First Date

We're married. Yeah, I guess we're married now. Yeah...It's weird. It's pretty weird. Yeah.

[glassbugs]

wanted to promote my bigger fic along with my one shots--

This one gets a little MESSY please mind some of the tags but if you like kind of a shittier Ford, messy interpersonal relationships, and wincing as you read certain bits you should check it out maybe

Pairings- Ford Pines x Reader and Stan Pines x Reader

slight BillFord and BillxReader very briefly

Synopsis-

It's the mid 70's, Standford Pines is in the thick of his study of Gravity Fall's anomalies when he happens across a seemingly feral woman living deep in the woods. She's certainly not a woman of science but she seems to have a pretty friendly relationship with some of the local cryptids, so maybe she can be of some help to his studies? Maybe they're both in desperate need of some human interactions?? Maybe she ends up being everything he needs to stroke his ego. She's got a bit of a wild streak, but it's nothing that can't be fixed.

Hopefully nobody shows up 30 chapters in and basically saves her from a deteriorating mad man and his little demon side-piece

Warnings-

Grooming, slight sexual coercion/dubious consent, pregnancy and vaguely described child birth, Bill needs a content warning all for himself, Implied Referenced Sex work/child abuse/attempted non-con/Murder, Infidelity, there's probably gonna be more added as it goes on idk man

[what-yadoking-likes]

Part 2 of this self-indulgent, unfinished trope-y MESS.

[Link to Part 1 here]

The place they were infiltrating was a sprawling estate in a quiet part of town. Parts of the building had stood for hundreds of years, claiming special recognition as a site of national importance. As such, it was very rare indeed that the owner deigned to throw open the gates and let people in - even if those people had been meticulously selected from a secret pool of elite - and filthy rich - VIPs. 

With the help of Joy and Sydney, Hoxton and Wolf had found their way onto this exclusive guestlist. It was incredible, Hoxton admitted to himself, as he saw the hours of work that had gone into compiling a detailed backstory they could recall at a moment’s notice if required to do so to allay any suspicions about their worthiness to attend.

“You come from money, so you’re alright,” Sydney said, pointing a finger in Hoxton’s direction, “you-” this time, she pointed at Wolf, “-are Hoxton’s love match.”

“She means that she couldn’t think of a convincing way to make it seem like you came from money, Wolf.”

“His love match?” Wolf pointedly ignored Dallas’ comment, though extended a vulgar gesture to the crew chief that made Hoxton chuckle to himself, “so how’d we meet?”

Sydney’s eyes flashed with something Hoxton could only describe as pure mischief. She looked like a little scamp in a children’s fairy tale that would dupe a poor, unsuspecting main character of their worldly possessions. 

“Oh, well, you’re soooo generous,” she said, making a gagging expression and rolling her eyes, “and little Wolfie here is a tech genius! You were a donor of the company he worked for producing innovative tech solutions for the modern household, and you met at a fundraiser. You both went to take the last champagne flute off a waiter and it was love at first sight.” Sydney sighed long and loud, as if it were the most romantic tale she had ever heard. Joy snickered at her side, gaze darting between Wolf and Hoxton as if expecting them to collapse into each other’s arms at a moment’s notice.

Sydney continued: “After a whirlwind engagement you were married in Wolfie’s hometown at a quaint wooden church seating about twenty. You have since amassed a tech empire spanning Europe and Asia, and now you want to crack America. You’re at the party to mingle, make connections and scout the hottest locations for your US-based HQ.”

It was all very detailed. 

[theinfinitedivides]

recently every time i read an Aldis Hodge interview and he's geeking out like 'i got married!!!!! i have a kid!!!!! i'm going to be in [insert title of next coolest project here]!!!!!' my thought process is just 1. congratulations, ofc you're geeking out (as you should) and 2. do you need a third

[onlyasimp4nobody]

Every single fanfiction trope. And I mean every single one came from X-files actually so SAY THANK YOU DANA SCULLY WE LOVE YOU!