#fake wedding au

[hackedmotionsensors]

Guys I don't think Zoro's gonna stick to the mission!

Part 2 of the Fake Wedding au. Part 1 is here and tonally very different lmao. But I did plan this scene when I was working on part 1 so for ME its not a huge tonal shift but as a reader it probably is LMAO SORRY

[wordy-little-witch]

Pls im begging im on my knees what happens in crossguilds honeymoon shenanigans? - dis is pertaining to the CG wedding anser sjdjdjdjdns i love it btw the asker is so big brained and u made it even better sjdmsjxkz

OKAY so I'll divide it up between General Content and Adult Content.

General first!!!

• at first, they didn't even plan a honeymoon. It simply wasn't in the cards to then, they didn't even consider it. Then Big Mom asked, making conversation at the following party, what kind of honeymoon they had planned. They told her just an evening together in their tent, then back to work.

The men, women and enbies of the Guild swooped right in there with bright grins. "We pooled our wages together," they announce, "and booked you a trip!" It's for a weekend, just three days, and they'd be gone perhaps five at most depending on the weather and travel.

All three are trying not to cringe into the ether because they'd be leaving the island for a decent chunk of time. Who would run everything?

Their commanding officers then give them an itemized delegated list, with all the primary functions taken care of. The Guild really prepared for everything, huh?

• the honeymoon is to a resort not too terribly far for Karai Bari. The first thought is for them to just.... divide and do their own things.

Only they keep running into each other that first day. Buggy and Mihawk wind up in the library with other. Mihawk and Crocodile run into each other in the sauna. Buggy and Crocodile meet up in the casino. It's constant, and eventually it even becomes rather fun.

• then evening hits.

Adult Content below~

• Buggy's got the self awareness of a walrus on cocaine honestly, so he doesn't really think before stripping down to change into his evening wear. Crocodile and Mihawk at first ignore it until they catch sight of a pale back full of freckles and scars. Both dark haired me are suddenly fighting the urge to kiss him there, to make constellations with their touch and tongue. They look away.

• Only One Bed - Mihawk wordlessly prepares the couch for himself and Buggy makes a hammock and Crocodile is getting the bed - the first night at least.

• sleepy early mornings are so intimate and nobody discusses that enough. Buggy is the first up, hair slightly messy from the braid he slept in, curls framing his bare face. He makes coffee and starts on breakfast. Mihawk joins him not long after. Crocodile wakes to the smell of food, coffee, and murmured voices and laughter. When he inevitably wanders into the kitchen, halfasleep, he accepts a playe and mug, presses a kiss to Buggy's temple, a squeeze to Mihawk's wrist. Both clown and swordsman take a moment to process that.

• Buggy isn't exactly a contributer to Gender, so he'll wear whatever so long as he likes it. Including, it turns out, a form fitting dress in a rich green with gold accents and jewelry which shows his long leg via a high slit. He plays the part of ditzy eye candy well for Crocodile, and all seems fine - until some others begin to look at Buggy as well.

• Crocodile is possessive. And they ARE married.... so he pulls Buggy close by his hook at the other's waist and yanks the other down to one of his legs, within neck kissing range. Buggy is flustered. Crocodile is glowering. The wandering eyes ease off.

• at some point, Marines show up. The resort is neutral ground, so none of the Guild leaders make moves to react. Through a series of events, it turns out the Marines are there to apprehend the pirates and have paid off the resort owners.

There's a fight which goes.... fairly normally with Mihawk close range, sinking vessels and soldiers alike. Crocodile is lurking midrange to use his poisons and sand most effectively. Buggy has opted for more long range with his explosives and plots. The whole thing is pretty damn smooth, all considered. Until someone makes it past and grabs Buggy.

A comment is made on his outfit, a cocktail dress and blazer with matching stockings. On his decorum. On him, specifically. It's nothing he hasn't heard before, and he's already halfway through a snarky comeback along the lines of "What, angry I'm hotter than your whore at home-?" when there is a wave of pressure. Buggy blinks. The marine officer stumbles.

There is suddenly a hand on his waist, a hook around his neck, two presences flanking him. "What," the both nearly snarl, "did you say about our wife?"

• Buggy absolutely gets butterflies.

• the rest of the fight is pretty quick, Hawkeyes and Crocodile out of patience to play with their foes. Buggy isn't a slouch either, by the way, he's lobbing explosives strategically all around. Nearing the end, he herds his husband's to their ship, pushes off, and gives a theatrical count down.

• the island and nearby ships are bathed in fire. Buggy is cackling, a mess, his hair wild around a filthy, bloodied face. The dress reveals his shoulders. The torn edges reveal more of those freckles.

Something in both taller men snaps, and they converge upon Buggy with claims and lips and teeth. On the deck of their ornate ship, to the cracking ambience of fire, they have their wicked way with him, learning his body and finding unexpected but delightful facts as they go.

Crocodile could transition fully due to Iva, but Buggy is not so lucky. His top surgery was experimental, and bottom surgery was never a huge deal to him. Mihawk, luckily, enjoys all bodies and pleasures of the flesh, and he is a quick study under Crocodile's tutelage and experience with the organs he once had.

Buggy falls to pieces more than once, teary eyed and begging and so sweet for them, so cute and attractive with his grasping hands and hiccuping breaths. He is beautiful as he sinks down onto one, cradled by another and wails with the stimulation and hands and hook that break him I to pieces just to reassemble him again.

It ends with them together, indulgent and depraved, christened beneath firelight and debris and the screams of their enemies.

And none of the three had ever felt quite so seem as they did in that moment.

• back on Karai Bari, they sashay back in, mostly, as Buggy has a mild limp.

The lipstick stains and bite marks and bruises and scratches paint a clear enough picture for what happened.

"How was your trip?"

"We blew it up"

"Wha-"

"Fire. Explosives. Our beautiful chairman has quite the knack for such weapons"

"D'aww! Hawky, you'll make me blush!"

"We can make you do more than that, you little shit...~"

"Hehe~"

The poor mercenary is left rebooting.

[wszczebrzyszynie]

flower crown Scar for a friend because im a weak weak man and cannot refuse drawing polish folk costumes on my favourite guy + nocnica Pearl (amazing design by @akuroshi1) and południca Scar for anon

[lulublack90]

Prompt 11 - Fake Date

@wolfstarmicrofic May 11, word count 875

“Eugh, my mum keeps asking who I’m bringing to my cousin's wedding!” Remus groaned as he checked the new message on his phone. “She’s getting worse. Ever since Oscar and I broke up it’s all she cares about.” He shook his head and put on a high-pitched voice, imitating Hope. “Reemuss,” He elongated his name like Hope did with her lilting accent. “Remus, why don’t you have a nice boy to bring to Gwen’s wedding? You should go find yourself someone, Remus.” He grimaced. “Like it’s so easy. She met dad in the middle of a forest when that guy jumped out of the trees at her and dad came to her rescue. Knowing my luck, the would be murderer would fall for me.” He leaned his head back and cursed the heavens. 

Sirius had sat there patiently listening to Remus grouse. He snatched Remus’s phone from his lap and typed a quick message to Hope. 

“There,” He said. “Now you have a date.” He grinned mischievously. Remus paled. 

“What did you do?” He picked up his phone and gasped. “Sirius! What the actual?!” His phone pinged as Hope started gushing about how happy she was and how much she’d always loved Sirius. He had to put his phone on silent to shut it up. Sirius had messaged Hope telling her that he was bringing Sirius as his date. Sirius who he’d had a crush on for years and told his mother every little thing about it. Oh gods, this was going to be a disaster. 

“It’ll be fine, Remus. I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend for the day, and then we’ll mysteriously break up, none of them will be the wiser, and it'll make your mum happy.” Remus groaned into his hands. 

They travelled to Wales the day before the wedding and stayed at Remus’s parents house. Lyall greeted them at the door but then disappeared into his study. He was happy in there and Remus was happy he was in there, to be honest. They’d never quite seemed to quite understand each other and this way was easier, much to Hope’s annoyance. 

Hope, on the other hand, wrapped them both in her arms and cooed over Sirius.

“I knew you’d end up together. You’re perfect for each other.” Sirius lapped it up. The only problem they had was Hope put them in Remus’s old bedroom. They hadn’t thought of that when they’d agreed to stay there. There wasn’t even another spare room. 

“It’ll be fun,” Sirius beamed. “Like being back at school.” 

“We never shared a bed. That was you and James,” Remus reminded him. 

“Well, better late than never then, I guess,” Sirius responded. So that was how Remus found himself in bed with Sirius. 

Thankfully, morning came quickly and then it was time for the wedding. 

Everybody made a fuss about Sirius.

“He’s so handsome Remus,” His grandmother had declared when he’d introduced him. “You ought to put a ring on his finger, so he doesn’t get away,” She’d said loudly. Remus went beet red. 

“Nain, you can’t just yell that out!” He hushed her. 

“And why not? I want to see some great grand kids before I pop my clogs, and you aren’t getting any younger,”

“Oh my god,” He didn’t know how to handle her apart from with a gin and tonic and the bar wasn’t open yet. 

“Don’t you worry, Mrs Howell, I’ll make an honest man out of him.” Sirius said, linking her arm with his and leading her away to her table. He turned and winked at Remus. Remus wished he could turn invisible. 

By the end of the wedding, Sirius had won over all of Remus’s family and all of the grooms. In fact, more people knew who Sirius was at the wedding than knew who Remus was. 

Remus was glad when they were on their way back to his parents house. It had been a long day. “So,” Sirius asked him. “When are you going to pop the question? Your Nain’s promised me her engagement ring.” He grinned, fighting back a laugh at Remus. 

“Oh, haha, Sirius,” Remus rolled his eyes and said no more about the subject. 

That night, much to Remus’s surprise, Sirius snuggled under his arm and rested his head on Remus’s chest. 

“I had fun today.” Sirius told him with a sleepy voice. “Your family is really nice, and I might just steal your Nain. She was brilliant.” He turned his head to look at Remus. “Thank you for letting me come.” He said quietly. 

“You invited yourself. I had nothing to do with it.” Remus huffed. 

He closed his eyes hoping Sirius would take the hint. But instead, Sirius pushed up and kissed him. Remus’s eyes shot open, and he stared at Sirius. 

“I was serious about that ring, Moony. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be there.” Remus didn’t know what to say, so he dragged Sirius’s face back to his and kissed him deeper than their first. He melted as Sirius kissed him back. “Took you long enough,” Sirius murmured against his lips. Remus had never been happier. He made a note to send a bottle of champagne to his cousin, because without her this might never have happened.   

[the-writing-mobster]

SK!Sans forcing Frisk into a fake marriage ceremony just to mess with her like the jerk he is?

BEHOLD! —

| T M D G | Final! Frisk x SK! Sans Request — Fake Wedding | The bride, her bridesmaids and all her rotting flowers | 💙 🔪 💔 |

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He would SO do this. He fucking would, just to rub salt in the wound. And what better fake, salt-in-the-wound, spit-in-the-face "wedding ceremony" than a VEGAS "WEDDING" AMIRITE LADIES!? WHOOOOOOOO (sobbing violently in the corner)

[austinshotbutlers]

The Wedding Date - Part Two

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: Your sister’s wedding is approaching fast and the thought of showing your boyfriend off to you family and your ex-boyfriend seems like a very appealing idea. The only problem is… you don’t have a boyfriend. Luckily your stony faced, serious, sexy boss has agreed to be your fake boyfriend for the weekend. What could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 4.1k

TW: Mentions and allusions to sex, swear words and bad writing?

A/N: Part two is here!!! I’ve tagged everyone who commented on part one but let me know if you want to be removed. The love i have received for part one has meant so much, I didn’t think it would blow up as much as it did. Thank you so much to every single one of you! There will be a part three! Part one can be found here

“Maybe we should hold hands?” You suggested as your smoothed down the red, silky dress you had picked for the party as you made your way into the extremely expensive looking lounge bar. You adjusted your hair slightly to ensure it looked perfect and once again smoothed the surface of your dress.

“Stop fidgeting, you look beautiful.” Aaron smiled and he took your hand in his.

You walked through the large doors into a gorgeous, old fashioned style bar. Family and friends were mingling all around nursing all kinds of alcoholic beverages. A waiter with a tray of champagne flutes passed and you quickly grabbed two, handing one to Aaron. You knocked it back in one, ready to face the challenges of the evening.

“You might want to slow down just a little bit.” Aaron laughed as he took a small sip from his own flute.

You were about to respond but the shrill sound of your sister cut you off.

“EEEEK!” She squealed as she ran over. “My sister is here! Who’s the hunk?” She attempted to whisper so Aaron couldn’t hear but failed miserably. “I’m getting married! I’m getting married!” And before you could respond, your slightly intoxicated sister ran off to hound someone else.

“She is going to be so drunk by the end of the night.” You say to Aaron, rolling your eyes jokingly.

“I’m just going to step outside and give Jack a call. Is that ok?” Aaron asks, pulling his phone out his suit pocket.

“Oh god yes! Go call him!” You ushered him away to let him phone Jack. This was your chance to go and refresh yourself and you made your way to the restroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror, tucking some loose hair back behind your ear before retouching your lipstick. You smiled to yourself as you remembered Hotch saying you looked beautiful, heat rose to your cheeks and you fanned your face to calm down. Once you had collected your thoughts and you had finished touching up your makeup, you headed straight out the restroom door and walked smack into someone.

“God I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was…” you looked up and immediately recognised the cold steely eyes that were staring back at you. “Luke….” You laughed nervously. “Hi.”

He loosened his tie slightly before he spoke. “Er… Y/N, hi.”

You both stood in an awkward silence for a few seconds as you took in his appearance. He had aged quite a bit since you had last seen him; the start of a receding hairline, a messy, unkempt beard and still wearing ill fitting suits. You took a mental note of how much better Aaron wore a suit.

“Where’s this boyfriend I’ve been hearing about?” He asked abruptly.

You were quite taken aback. “He’s somewhere in the bar. He wasn’t going to escort me to the bathroom.” You replied bluntly.

He was just about to say something else when the uncanny voice of your cousin filled the small hallway.

“Oh my god!! If it isn’t my favourite cousin ever!” She yelled, running over and embracing you tightly. “Seriously, nearly two years since I last saw you. I have ex-boyfriends I see more than you.”

You laughed as you pulled back from the hug. “Oh Livvy I’ve missed you.”

She smiled at you before turning to face Luke. “Hello asshole.” She says in a moody tone. “Hope it’s alright if I just steal my cousin away.” And before Luke could utter a single word, Liv was dragging you up the stairs back to the party.

“Thank god you came when you did. I think he was about to play 21 questions with me about my new boyfriend.” You huffed.

“I will always rescue you from that asshole.” Liv replied and picked up a glass of champagne. “Now here,” she passed it to you. “Drink! God knows you’re going to need it.”

You sipped at the drink and scanned the room to see if Aaron had joined the party again. Just then, you saw him on the arm of your mother as she introduced him to all of your aunts. She had clearly cornered him when he came back to the party and insisted on introducing him to all the family. You smiled as he said something which made the group laugh, all your aunts seeming to take an instant liking to him.

“Ok, spill! Who is the sexy boyfriend of yours then? How did you meet?” Liv asked as she watched Aaron as well.

“We work together at the BAU. He’s the Unit Chief.” You replied without a second thought.

“Dating the boss? Sounds like something I would do.” She laughed.

You shook your head with a laugh and then looked up to see that Aaron had managed to escape your mother’s death grip and was making his way over to you. When he reached you, he placed his hand on your hip and ducked down to place a kiss on your cheek.

“How was Jack?” You asked breathlessly, the tingle of Aaron’s lips still lingering on your cheek.

“Yeah he’s good. Tired from a long day playing soccer.” Aaron replied with a smile.

Your cousin coughed to remind you of her presence.

“Liv!” You burst out, moving to the side so Aaron could see her properly. “Aaron, this is my cousin Liv.” You introduced them. Aaron put his hand out and Liv shook it enthusiastically.

“Nice to meet you Aaron. I’m so glad Y/N finally got over that pathetic loser and decided to get herself a real man.”

“Liv!” You hissed at her as she embarrassed you but Aaron just smiled and moved so he could wrap his arm around your waist. “Let’s go get another drink.” You say to him and you both wondered over to the bar.

“What would you like?” Aaron asked as he caught the attention of the bartender.

“Anything that’s stronger than champagne.” You groaned.

“Two scotches please.” Aaron asked the bartender and he speedily poured out two tumblers of amber liquid.

“Thanks.” You murmured just loud enough for Aaron to hear. He placed his arm back around your waist, taking a sip of his scotch.

You started to giggle to yourself and Aaron looked at you quizzically. “What’s so funny?”

“Well it’s just…” you laughed a bit harder. “Hotch drinking scotch.”

Aaron rolled his eyes, trying his best to suppress the smile that was slowly forming on his face. “It’s not even funny Y/N.”

“Say that to the smile on your face.” You laughed harder and Aaron gave in, laughing with you. “I think the alcohol is finally working, I’m going to go and get some fresh air,” and you slowly made your way out to the patio, taking a deep breath in.

***

Aaron smiled as he watched you glide across the floor, heading to the opened doors. If someone had told him a month ago that he would be in LA with you, pretending to be your boyfriend, he would have said they were insane. This was so out of character for him yet it felt so right being here with you. Everything about you made his heart swell; your smile and laugh, your bad jokes, the way you tuck your hair behind your ears. But tonight, the way you looked in that red dress just took his breath away, you were simply stunning.

He turned back to the bar and asked for another scotch which the bartender handed over.

“I’ll have the same.” Someone said from beside him, he turned to look at the man. He had a long overgrown beard that definitely needed trimming and a rather bad fitting suit on. “Partying alone?” The man asked Aaron.

“No, my girlfriend has just gone to get a breath of fresh air.” He replied. “You?”

“All by myself tonight being painfully taunted by my ex-girlfriend.” Said the man with a sigh, taking a large gulp of his scotch.

‘Surely this isn’t Luke?’ Aaron thought to himself as he attempted to profile his mannerisms and appearance.

“Yeah she seems to be trying to make me jealous. She claims she has a boyfriend but I’m yet to see him with her. She’s desperate to show me what I’m certainly not missing.” He continued and Aaron immediately realised that this was indeed your ex-boyfriend. The bitter tone as he spoke about you so rudely was enough to make Aaron want to use all his FBI combat training but he refrained so not to cause a scene. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Aaron saw you striding effortlessly in your heels across the room to him.

*** You looked over the gorgeous gardens as you stood in the early evening, the sun beginning to set. While your sister may be an insufferable bridezilla, she knew how to pick a beautiful venue. You downed the last drop of your scotch and turned to look back inside at the party. Your sister and her fiancé Thomas were chatting to your dad, your mom was telling some extravagant story to a group of people who were laughing along and Aaron…

You looked for him and saw him where you had left him at the bar and talking to…Luke!

“Oh shit!“ you shouted out loud and received a couple of unimpressed stares from some guests who were admiring the gardens as well. You put the glass in your hand down on the nearest table you could find and hastily strode across the room to get to them. Without taking a single look at Luke, you wrapped your arms around Aaron and kissed him hard on the lips. His initial shock wore off almost instantly as he melted into the kiss, placing his free hand on the small of your back, kissing you back. It felt so perfect, so right and little did you know, Aaron felt the exact same.

You pulled back abruptly and turned to see Luke with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“Luke!” You faked surprise. “I didn’t see you there. Have you two met?” You asked, motioning between him and Aaron.

“Not… not formally.” Luke replied bluntly.

“Oh! Well Luke, this is my boyfriend Aaron.” You smiled, moving so Aaron could offer his usual handshake which Luke shook reluctantly.

“I… er, I should go and find Thomas.” Luke said monotonously and he scampered away before you or Aaron could say anything to him.

As soon as he was out of earshot, you turned to Aaron. “Oh my god! That wasn’t too much was it?” You asked him frantically and Aaron just laughed.

“No, not at all. It was just a surprise is all.” He smiled sweetly.

“God I’m so sorry! And I’ve got lipstick all on your lips, hang on.” You frantically grabbed a napkin from the bar and started to wipe his lips clean of your red lipstick.

The concentration on your face made Aaron smile and he watched you with such adoration.

“Thank you.” He murmured and you looked too see him smiling at you. Heat rose to your cheeks, the way he looked you made you feel like a pre-teen again. You were about to speak when the sound of a glass being tapped silenced everyone in the bar.

“If I could please have your attention.” The voice of your mother filled the room.

“Jesus. Prepare yourself for the second-hand embarrassment from my mother speaking publicly.” You whispered to Aaron and he chuckled.

“Thank you all for coming to celebrate the engagement of my beautiful daughter Sarah and her fiancé Thomas. We have been waiting for a wedding in this family for a very long time now. We of course thought Y/N would be the first one down the aisle.” The mention of your name immediately caused a lot of looks from around the room focused on you, a couple of murmurs too and you cursed in your head whoever let your mom make a speech while feeling the affects of alcohol. However, the feeling of Aaron snaking his arm around your hips and holding you close made you relax and you tried to ignore your mom’s speech but luckily, your dad interjected and took over.

“To Sarah and Thomas!” He cheered raising a class and everyone followed suit.

“Are you ok?” Aaron whispered quietly into your ear and all you could do was nod.

***

As soon as you walked into your bedroom, you kicked off you heels and threw yourself onto the bed. Aaron walked in a couple of seconds later, loosening his tie and undoing his top button.

“That was simply awful.” You groaned into the pillow.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Aaron said as he sat down next to you on the bed, starting to unlace his shoes.

“Easy for you to say.” You huffed. “When you were talking to Luke, what was he saying?”

Aaron hesitated, debating whether or not to share the whole conversation but he settled on telling the truth. “He said you were trying hard to make him jealous and he didn’t believe you had a boyfriend.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing and sat up abruptly. “He is such a dick!” You exclaim. “How did I deal with it for 5 years?”

“What exactly happened when he broke up with you?” Aaron asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

You took a deep breath. It was about time you shared the full story, no one knew it other than you and Luke. You hadn’t realised but Aaron had placed his hand on top of yours and engulfed it completely.

“It’s ok. Take your time.” He said with such care and kindness in his voice.

“Well, it was on our anniversary of all days. I guess we had been having some rocky patches, he didn’t like the idea of me moving to Washington and he especially didn’t like the idea of me joining the FBI. Luke is the reason it took me so long to apply for the BAU and when I finally did and told him, he was so annoyed!” Tears started to well in your eyes as you remember just how horrible the fight was and Aaron’s grip on your hand tightened which comforted you. “I ignored just how bad the fight was because everyone said it was normal but looking back, he was such a…”

“Fucking asshole.” Aaron interjected.

“Exactly. He’s exactly that.” You say. “The day he dumped me, everyone had got inside my head saying he was going to propose. My mom, sister and even his mom thought he was proposing. That’s why it hurt so bad, we were even… intimate the night before he dumped me.” Anger flared inside Aaron. How could anyone ever treat you like that? If he didn’t already hate Luke from his brief meeting with him this morning, he definitely hated him now. “No one really knew what to say to me, I was so heartbroken. I had to move back in with my parents and that’s when I decided I’d had enough and I packed up everything to come to Washington.”

“And thank god you did.” Aaron said with a smile. “The team wouldn’t work without you.” And you laughed.

“I’m going to go and get ready for bed.” You said, standing up and heading to the bathroom.

Once you locked yourself in the bathroom, you released a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. You just spilled your guts to Aaron and yet, you still knew so little about him.

***

Aaron was laying in bed when you came back from fetching a glass of water from the kitchen and you laughed.

“What’s funny now?” He asked, his voice slightly muffled from how he was laying with his head deep in the pillow.

“You’re too tall for the bed.” You giggled, walking round and placing the glass down on the bedside cabinet. You then pulled back the covers to climb in yourself. “When there’s two people in the bed, it makes me realise just how small it is.”

“I can sleep on the floor if that would be better?” Aaron offered, preparing to get out of bed.

“Don’t be stupid. You’ll get a bad back.” You said, shuffling to reposition more comfortably. “We’re just going to have to squeeze together. This is so cliché. The one bed trope from those cheesy romance books I read in college.” You groaned. “Thank you, again, for doing this for me though.”

“Stop thanking me Y/N, I wanted to help you.” Aaron replied, rolling over so he could face you.

Maybe it was the liquid courage still flowing through you from the party, but you lifted you hand and placed it on Aaron’s cheek, taking in all his features.

“You’re so handsome.” You mumbled, running your thumb across his lips and heat rose to Aaron’s cheeks before you leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. Aaron immediately reciprocated, his hand moving to your hip so naturally, gripping it tightly as the kiss grew more heated between you. His mouth trailed down your neck, sucking lightly at the base which elicited a small moan from your lips. This was the most intimate you had been with someone in a long time and it felt so right to be doing it with Aaron. But suddenly and abruptly, Aaron pulled away.

“Wha… what’s wrong?” You asked breathlessly, lips still tingling from the kiss.

“Maybe we should stop before we do something we’ll regret.” He replied, moving his hand from your hip.

“But?…” you paused. Maybe he was right, sex could make things awkward. Sex could ruin your friendship. Sex could fuck up this whole arrangement. “Yeah… yeah you’re right. Erm, goodnight Aaron.” You said reluctantly and turned over to face the wall.

“Night Y/N.” You heard Aaron mumble before you drifted off to sleep.

***

Aaron woke from the bright Los Angeles sun peeking through the gap in the curtain, he looked next to him at you. You had manoeuvred during the night and were sweetly nestled into Aaron’s torso, his arm wrapped around you.

‘It was right to stop last night.’ Aaron tried to convince himself. ‘If we had slept together, it would have only overcomplicated things.’

Aaron kept these thought stirring in his head to persuade himself that he made the right call. He leaned backwards carefully so not to disturb you to reach his watch. The hands read 6:08am. He was always an early bird as it was these early mornings where Aaron felt most at ease. He carefully moved his arm from where it was wrapped around you, trying his best not to wake you. You stirred a little before rolling over, still sound asleep. He grabbed his running gear he had packed with him just in case and began to change, glancing around the room for some paper. Once he was fully dressed, he wandered over to the desk and opened a draw to reveal a stack of bright pink post-it notes. Pink was clearly your favourite colour growing up he noted in his head. He scribbled down a message on the post-it and stuck it on the empty glass on your cabinet.

He quietly walked down the stairs, trying not to disturb your parents but was shocked when he saw your dad sat at the dinning table with a cup of coffee and a newspaper.

“We haven’t scared you off have we?” Your dad asked with a laugh.

“No sir.” Aaron chuckled. “Just heading out for a run before Y/N wakes up.”

“I’d ask to join you but my running days are behind me.” Your dad said. “Venice Beach was always my favourite place to run, I recommend it for your route today.”

“Thank you sir, I’ll keep it in mind.”

***

You woke up surprised to find the bed empty, the mattress cold. You stretched to try and wake yourself up before turning to the bedside cabinet to check the time on the clock but a pink post-it caught your attention. You picked it up and read Aaron’s scruffy handwriting: ‘Gone for a run, back soon x’. The kiss at the end taunted you as memories of yesterday flashed through your head. Kissing Aaron Hotchner was something you never thought would happen in a million years, yet here you were.

You pulled the duvet back and climbed out of bed, grabbing your phone and trying to turn it on but it was out of charge.

“For fucks sake.” You mutter and scavenge through your bags to find the charger. “It has to be somewhere!” You thought out loud.

“What are you looking for?” Came the deep voice of Aaron out of nowhere.

“Shit! You made me jump!” You exclaim and stand up, turning to look at him. Your breath hitched in your throat as you took in his appearance. The tight shirt he was wearing accentuated his arms and the running shorts showed off his muscular thighs. The glimmer of sweat on his face and the glow of heat from the exercise made him look even more handsome than usual. This was a look you could get used to seeing everyday.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He chuckled. “If you’re looking for your charger, it’s in the big suitcase over there.” He pointed to the case that sat near the wardrobe.

“Thanks.” You say and unzip the case, reaching in to look for the cable. As soon as you fished it out the case, you plugged it in quickly and waited for the phone to get some charge.

“I’m just going to have a quick shower and then I thought we could head out for some breakfast?” Aaron suggested.

“Yeah, that sounds good. We’ve been here a day and I already need a couple of hours away from my family.” You joked and Aaron nodded with understanding.

Immediately after he closed the door to the bathroom and you heard the water running, you turned your phone on and quickly typed a message out to Emily.

7:54AM | Y/N L/N: Help!!! I think I’m falling in love with Aaron.

7:57AM | Emily Prentiss: I did warn you it would happen! What went down at the engagement party?

7:59AM | Y/N L/N: My ex is still a dick as predicted. I kissed Aaron right in front of him and you should have seen his face LOL!

8:01AM |Emily Prentiss: Did anything other than kissing happen last night? ;)

8:02AM | Y/N L/N: Shut up.

8:04AM | Emily Prentiss: Ha! You didn’t answer my question which tells me YES! Something else did happen! Spill!

8:07AM | Y/N L/N: Fine! We made out a little after the party and I think we were going to have sex but Aaron said we should stop before we did something we might regret which was of course the right decision.

8:10AM | Emily Prentiss: OH MY GOD! Of course he said that, he is so down bad for you. He knows once you have sex with each other, there is no running away from his feelings. You need to sleep with him, I bet he’s actually quite good in bed. Do you think he’s as authoritative in bed as he is when we’re on a case?

8:12AM | Y/N L/N: Emily! Stop it! I have to go, I can hear Aaron coming out the shower.

And you switched your phone off before another text could come through from Emily. She was so enjoying this too much.

***

“Any idea where we should go for breakfast?” Aaron asked you.

“There’s this really amazing brunch bar near Santa Monica pier, I used to go there all the time with Sarah.”

“Sounds perfect.” He smiled as you reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Your mom called from the kitchen.

You and Aaron saw her standing at the kitchen island drinking a fluorescent green smoothie.

“What’s up mom?”

“Ahh perfect! You’re both here. Sarah wanted me to ask you if you and Aaron could join her and Thomas for one of their last minute dance lessons.” She said excitedly.

You groaned like a miserable teenager. “Do we really have to? Aaron was just about to take me for brunch.”

“Yes! It will be great fun.”

You knew then, there was absolutely no getting out of this one.

***

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Part three

[profoundbondfanfic]

Three Funerals and a Wedding

Three Funerals and a Wedding by Englandwouldfall Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 29k

“So, um…basically, it’s this… I need you to marry me. For plot.” Castiel stares at him. “What?” Dean asks, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. “I cannot believe gay marriage came to Moondoor before a significant part of America.”

A fake marriage, only one tent, delightfully tropey light read for your consideration.

When Charlie discovers that Cas is considering quitting their regular LARP events, she comes up with a plan to make Dean and Cas get fake married for plot purposes. They are both very into each other and also very dumb about it. There's enough mutual pine to LARP in. As their characters progress in their relationship, things stop being quite so clear in real life.

The fic is largely sweet and fluffy with some light angst (despite a few heavy topics being touched on). Charlie ships it hard and adorably. Plus Dean gets to live out his dorkiest dreams. It's a winning combination!

[romione-trope-fest]

It's Trope Time!!

Without further ado, this year's tropes are....🥁

More detailed descriptions below:

Muggle AU

Coffee shop AU? Childhood best friends? Something we haven’t even imagined yet? The possibilities are endless with this one!

OOTP Missing Moments

Harry was a little too preoccupied with saving the world this year to notice his best friends falling in love with each other, and we missed so many moments as a result! From Prefect rounds to Hermione’s real reaction to that perfume, give us your favorite missing moments from fifth year!

Weasley Weddings

We know our favorite couple had a great time at Bill and Fleur’s wedding, but what about the other Weasley Weddings? Let’s hear about them - yes, including the most important one of all, Ron and Hermione’s!

Only One Bed

ThErE wAs OnLy OnE bEd. How they got there and what happens next is up to you!

Fake NOT Dating

First there was fake dating, and now we bring you fake NOT dating! (i.e. a secret/hidden relationship) How and why might Ron and Hermione have to hide their relationship?

Soulmates

Romione fans all know they’re meant for each other…but what if they were really, really meant for each other? We want to hear your take on this classic trope!

Cockblocker Harry

Poor Harry isn’t the most observant bloke, and he’s surely interrupted some quality time between Ron and Hermione over the years. Let’s get #potterblocked!

And with that, you've got two months! Ready, Set, Create!

[theyrealllesbians]

Wedding Season

Regulus well and truly hates wedding season.

They're miserable. Full of pitying looks and persuasive hands.

He needs a date, and James Potter seems to be a good fit.

✷

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Playlist

All new chapters will be linked here as they are posted!

Also, all posts I make about Wedding Season are tagged, so you can search the tag to find all the extra snippets

[m3tth4ws]

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: What We Make of It (Shotgun Wedding)

The important thing, Crowley tells himself -- the most important thing -- is Adam, his brilliant, creative, empathetic nephew. Being fourteen's hard enough; the kid didn't ask to deal with the weight of the world on top of it. And if taking care of Adam means Crowley has to tough it out at a job he can’t stand, so be it. And if Crowley's job means that Adam’s charming English teacher is NOT a romantic possibility, well, that's just how things go. But the occasional drink with Aziraphale proves hard to resist. They frequent the same pub, so who can object to them saying hello? Briefly sharing a table? Perhaps a little conversation? The painful knowledge that it can’t be anything more -- not without somebody getting fired or sued or both -- well, that can't be helped. Until Crowley stumbles onto a terribly reckless idea...

Length: 213,340 words

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥

Best for: Safe in Public, Human AU, Slow Burn, Pick-Me-Up

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by charlottemadison

*Minor Spoilers* I was so certain that I had already posted about this one! When I saw I hadn't, well, that just warranted a reread didn't it! This is a very famous fic, so I wouldn't be surprised if you've already read this. But if you haven't, or maybe didn't know if it was worth committing to the length, I'm here to tell you its very much worth your time.

Not only is this an excellent parent story, it's also a fake marriage story! Crowley is a single parent to his nephew Adam who strikes up a friendship with Adam's English teacher Mr. Fell. The problem? The company Crowley works for has a strict rule against dating anyone in the School Industry. You know, it's a tiny bit dramatic, but also one of the cleverer ideas to justify writing a forbidden relationship. Does this happen in real life? I don't know, but the way this is written I fully believe it could! Either way, there's a loophole they can exploit so they can be together, and all it takes is a quick, "I do."

Ugh their relationship is so wonderful here. It's very mature and healthy, the kind of relationships we want to read about because they are just so safe. They're able to talk through their issues and feelings and know they're always going to be supported. The love they have is so heartwarming it’s sickening. A lot is told through letters and text messages, which I personally loved. These are different characters from canon, they've both been changed by their human lives and surroundings, but this story just understands who they are deep down. They're not shallow characterizations.

Who this story really gets right is Adam. I full on believe this is the best handling of Adam in any fanfic I've read for Good Omens. A majority of the plot revolves around him being narcoleptic and epileptic. It has tons of amazing things to say about health care, being chronically ill, and being a parent to a child with health issues. But outside of that it understands who Adam is. Someone who is brilliant, creative, a leader, manipulative, arrogant. And how those traits can be both positive and negative for him. He wants to change the world, but has some learning to do along the way. I loved him, and I love how much Crowley loves being a dad. He even remarks on it, that people don't expect men to love being parents. It's nice to read a story of such a devoted guardian.

A really excellent story, it deserves it's popularity! I would say this is largely safe for public. There are a couple explicit scenes tucked in but they are skippable and a small section of a large story. Which by the way, will fly by! This story does NOT feel like 200K words. If you haven't gotten around to this one, I highly suggest you do!

Read it here, fic by charlottemadison

[huntingrays]

wrightworth fake dating au

one day, phoenix gets a wedding invite in the mail from a family member. as he’s reading it, he realizes it’s from his least favorite aunt that he had beef with. he doesn’t see her often due to some comments she’s made about his bisexuality (she’s not overly rude or homophobic but the comments still don’t fly with his gay moms), but the encounters he’s had still leave a bitter taste in his mouth and his blood boiling. normally, he’d rsvp no, but he’s petty and desperate to show her up at her wedding to her third husband.

he decides the best way to do this is to propose to his gay lover at her wedding.

the only problem is that he doesn’t have a gay lover.

he’s going to have to fake date someone and make their relationship look real enough for a proposal to be believable. he comes to the realization that only one qualified enough… is miles.

it takes a lot to convince miles (he’s sure it’s a horrible plan and he has no clue why he’d agree to a deal where the only thing in it for him is more unnecessary feelings), but he eventually gives due to phoenix’s incessant begging.

since phoenix wants their fake relationship to be perfect, he has them go on fake dates (that are weirdly similar to the dinners they often go on) as well as go over the details of their “relationship” (they make it similar to their current friendship, just with them falling in love and getting together after phoenix gets his badge back). it took a lot of convincing for miles to agree to the proposal plan on top of the fake dating scheme, but he can’t win arguments with wright when he’s dead set on a crazy idea, so he begrudgingly gives in (as long as he gets to pick out the ring, because he doubts wright would pick a good enough ring for their fake engagement).

the day comes and the two are confident in their plan. the only problem could be wright’s moms, since he’s close to them and he’s not sure if they’d buy him not telling them about him being in a relationship. however, to their great surprise, they buy it pretty easily. one of them said she suspected it would happen sooner or later with how much phoenix talks about miles while the other assumed that they had been dating for years and just didn’t outwardly say it due to it being obvious (“i mean, i had a feeling you were in love with him after you confessed you wanted to go into law to help him after seeing him in the paper” -mrs. wright).

the wedding is fairly uneventful, and phoenix makes sure to show off his “partner” to everybody he interacts with, since he’s sure loudly and proudly being in love with another man at her wedding would piss of his aunt more (by the time the reception rolls around, miles is incredibly flustered despite the whole relationship being fake).

their proposal goes off without a hitch, and phoenix relishes in the furious look on his aunt’s face.

phoenix expects it to end after the wedding is over. after all, he and miles part ways after, and all he has is the memories and his intense feelings for his dear friend.

however, it does not, in fact, end there.

what phoenix didn’t know was that an old acquaintance was the plus one for one of his cousins. she saw the proposal and had to take a picture, confident that a story about the engagement between chief prosecutor miles edgeworth and defense attorney phoenix wright would be just the thing to really kick off her career.

turns out, lotta hart was very right, and phoenix and miles had to deal with their fake proposal being very public (as well as their friends being upset that they weren’t even told that the two were dating in the first place)

[phantomdoofer]

Tower Town, Chapter 30 - New Year

Giuseppe stared out the window of his dressing room, watching the snow gently drift down. Anita had decided on having their ceremony on New Year's Eve.

“We'll start a new life along with a new year,” she'd said.

He'd tweaked her chin. “You think things will really be all that different?”

She'd gently tugged on his beard. “Let me have a little romanticism in my life, Sepp. I know I'm normally a no-nonsense sort of woman… but this is different.” She'd turned and given him the warmest look she'd ever given him. “On that day, we'll be joined together. Personally, I intend for it to be permanent. I want to make it special.”

Peppino walked up behind him, already fully dressed in the suit he would be wearing. In keeping with the theme, Peppino was wearing a version of the Army formal suit. While he'd never been an officer, the government had given him and Gustavo permission to wear a replica.

The official who Giuseppe had spoken to had been almost ecstatic. “Mr. Spaghetti deserves that much, as does Mr. Farina!” He'd leaned over conspiratorially. “I heard they're thinking of making a medal for you guys.”

Something that had turned out to be true… but Gustavo and Peppino didn't know it yet. He smirked as he thought of their surprise.

Giuseppe had returned to the tailor who'd done Peppino's chef's outfit before…. and had promptly had to get Peppino to return for remeasurement. With all the exercise Peppino had being doing alongside him, plus all the weight he'd lost carrying Tony around, he'd changed pretty dramatically.

Peppino ran his hands down the front of his suit. “I haven't-a been this trim since-a the War.” He put a hand on Giuseppe's shoulder. “You OK, fratello?”

Giuseppe laughed uneasily and turned. “I have a whole flock of butterflies in my stomach, but I guess I'm fine otherwise.” He gripped his stomach - he wasn't afraid. He knew Anita was a few rooms over.

But the anxiety was getting to him.

Peppino held up the formal military coat Giuseppe would be wearing, jingling with decorations. “Come on, Major, let’s-a get you in your own outfit.”

Giuseppe dutifully held up an arm, and Peppino slipped it over, weaving around to assist him with the other sleeve. “You know, fratello, sometimes I'm-a jealous of you.”

“What for?” Giuseppe said.

Peppino bounced the coat, and it jangled like a tambourine. “You-a did so much, in your time. So much decoration. I never-a got more than-a my basic bars. Never, ah, never distinguished myself.”

Giuseppe turned to his brother, who began the process of closing the coat. “Don't think too highly of all this brass, Pino. There's a lot of pain in each of these. A lot of… lost friends.”

Peppino nodded. “Ovviamente. But…” he sighed. “Some-a-times I just wish I had-a done something more-a… noble.”

Giuseppe reached out, grasping his brother's shoulders with both hands. “Fratellino, saving the entire world isn't noble?”

“But I-a had you guys with me,” Peppino said.

“And you think I was alone, all these times?” Giuseppe said. He pointed at the various badges and medals. “Each one of these was a group effort, fratellino.”

Peppino dutifully pointed at the lurid orange medal that indicated the Battle of Inferno. “And this one? Only-a you succeeded.”

Giuseppe thought of all the other runners who'd died to destroy the superweapon. “Dozens died for that one, Peppino. And that's not even counting the ground battle that happened outside.” He thumped Peppino in the chest. “And besides, who was the one who damn near broke reality to destroy the Pizzamancer? You.” Giuseppe bent over, picking up the sash that was the last part of his outfit. “You're just as deserving of praise as me, Pino. More, in some ways. To the world, you're a hero.”

“It doesn't-a feel like it,” Peppino muttered.

“It never does,” Giuseppe said, smiling as he clipped the sash. “Until somebody in the street stops to thank you, or someone hands you a coffee on the house.” He chuckled. “Or the government gives the bank a little poke when they're not sure about giving you a loan.”

Peppino did a double-take. “How-a did you-?”

He shrugged. “I didn't know, I guessed.” Giuseppe laughed. “Fame does have its privileges, fratellino. Says a lot about someone, how they use it… or don't.”

Peppino muttered something about him being a “intelligentone,” and Giuseppe laughed. “Takes one to know one, fratellino.”

As he finished the last bits, there was a knock at the door.

Giuseppe knew who it was. “Get that, please, would you, Pino?”

As Peppino walked to the door, muttering “I said I'd be your best-a man, not-a your manservant,” Giuseppe walked over and grabbed two small boxes from a drawer.

Peppino opened the door… to find Gustavo standing, dressed exactly like him. “Amico? Aren't you supposed to-a stay with the bride?”

Gustavo shrugged. “Seppe said he wanted to see me before the ceremony.”

“Close the door, please, Gus,” Giuseppe said. He was almost bursting with excitement. As Gus did so, Giuseppe turned, one of the boxes in hand. “I needed to see both of you. I have something for you.” He held up the box.

“That-a looks… very official,” Peppino said cautiously.

“That's because it is,” Giuseppe said with a smile. “I won't stand on too much ceremony, but… atten-tion!"

The tone of his voice clicked an old reflex, and both men stood up straight.

Giuseppe walked over to his brother. “When I spoke to the military office, they had something else for me. They wanted to make it some grand ceremony, but… I thought this would be better.”

Peppino and Gustavo both looked puzzled.

Giuseppe opened the box… and pulled out a medallion. “Peppino Spaghetti, Gustavo Farina, I, Giuseppe Spaghetti, have been authorized to give you this - the only medal ever given and recognized by all major governments. The International Medal of Valor.”

Peppino's bottom lip began to wobble as Giuseppe pinned the medal to his chest. “I… I-a don't…” he looked Giuseppe in the eyes. “How did-a you know?”

Giuseppe laughed. “When you started in about medals, I almost broke. This is as big an honor as you can get, you two. Bigger than anything I ever got before.” He patted Peppino on the shoulder, smiling. “Congratulations, Sergeant Major Spaghetti.”

Peppino's eyes grew wide. “S-Sergeant M-M-”

“Oh, I forgot to mention. They gave you both an honorary promotion. I have the insignia for you, too.” He clipped it on Peppino's shoulders, and the man looked ready to cry.

Giuseppe bent over, doing the same for Gustavo, who looked ready to bawl himself. Then he glanced at Giuseppe's shoulder. “Wait. Your own bars are different.”

Giuseppe laughed. “Yeah. Apparently they were feeling generous. My official rank is now apparently Brigadier General. I'm still retired, but…” he beamed. “Anita's a Colonel, now, herself. Gave her her medal and insignias yesterday.”

Gustavo's voice wobbled a little as he spoke. “I thought she seemed more excited than usual. I thought it was just wedding jitters.”

Peppino examined the medal. “So, does-a the design have any meaning?”

Giuseppe pointed. “The gold ring, inlaid with blue and green, represents the world, since this is an international honor. The five stars around the edge of the gold ring indicate it's the highest possible honor.” He pointed at the lurid purple bar, above the circular medal. “The purple bar indicates the Tower, of course. That part's unique to this version.” He shrugged. “Of course, who knows when this might get used again?”

Peppino looked over at Gustavo's, noticing a difference. “Why does-a mine have a ruby in-a the center of-a the bar, and not Gustavo's?”

Giuseppe smirked, pointing at his own. “That's a special bonus. For those of us that died there and got brought back. You, me, and Anita have the ruby. Noise and Noisette will get one, too.”

“Oh, great,” Peppino muttered. “Just-a what we need, something else to inflate-a the gremlin's ego.”

Giuseppe finished pinning the medal on Gustavo's chest, and he stood and saluted the two. Peppino and Gustavo returned it, tears in both their eyes.

“Thank you, fratello,” Peppino choked out.

Gustavo nodded. “My parents would've been so proud…"

Giuseppe smiled and put his hand down. “Hopefully Mama doesn't have a coronary from happiness.”

“You haven't-a told her yet?” Peppino said, incredulous.

“Well, I did just get these a few days ago,” he said.

Gustavo looked down. “So it's okay for me to go back to Anita's room with all this? She knows, right?”

“Yep! She should have her own stuff on by now.” He glanced at the clock. “Affrettarsi, though, we're getting close to time!”

As the gnome exited, Peppino was fingering the rank insignia. His chin wobbled as he did. “You bastardo sporco, there I was, talking all that-a nonsense about recognition and rank, and you had-a this just sitting in the drawer…”

Giuseppe laughed and gave Peppino a hug. “Took everything I had not to tell you, fratellino.” He held him at arm's length. “Looking good, Peppino. Now you have some decorations, too. The biggest decoration in the world.”

Peppino smiled, trying to maintain his composure. “Sì,” he whispered. “I never thought I would have something like this. A life… a life like this. A son. Honors. A successful ristorante. A brother.” He clasped Giuseppe's shoulder, and Giuseppe returned the favor.

Giuseppe smirked. “We're brothers-in-arms, too, fratellino. It doesn't get much closer than that.”

Peppino wiped away tear. “Sì.” He dropped his arms. “I'm-a not taking orders from you, though, General,” he said with a grin.

Giuseppe put on a mock scowl. “So, it's mutiny, then.”

They stared at each other… then burst out laughing at the absurdity. “Come on, Sergeant-Major. We have a wedding to attend.”

~~~~

Giuseppe stood at the altar, at ease, smiling and trying not to fidget. Peppino flanked him, beaming. They'd spoken to their mother before the ceremony. If she smiled any bigger, we wouldn't need candles, Giuseppe thought wryly.

They hadn't gone very flowery, like most weddings; a wedding between two professional soldiers called for something a bit different. Plus, Anita doesn't care much for flowers. Or frills, for that matter. There was ivy everywhere, though. Though the snow was piling up outside, a warm breeze flowed through the room, and birds sang. They'd hired an environmental illusionist to decorate the room. They'd spoken to Margherita at length, and now it was as close as they could get to her old home, back in Italy, on a nice spring day. We should visit there, sometime.

The overhead lights were dimmed; instead, candles of various sizes, from small tea lights up to monolithic towers, illuminated the room. A few of them were floating; most were illusory.

All their friends were in attendance. They'd even talked Fake into coming out. They sat beside Brando. Brando was almost shaking with pride at the medal on his chest, and Fake… well, Fake's expression could be hard to read at the best of times, but they almost radiated pride - both theirs, and for their son.

Pepperman sat at the front. He and Anita had become close, and she'd insisted he be front and center. He'd sworn to paint a portrait of them as soon as the ceremony was complete. “I'll burn it into my mind’s eye,” he'd said airily. They'd fashioned a long collar for him to wear his medal. He's probably burning an entire country’s supply of smugness right now, Giuseppe thought.

Behind him were the Noises. Noisette had worn an amazingly flashy dress, and the medal clashed magnificently. She was bouncing up and down, and as his gaze swept over them, she waved energetically, which he returned, much more subtly. In her arms, Tony babbled happily; the little Mingle had taken a liking to her, and she had almost fainted when Peppino had entrusted her with him. She'd elected not to stand with them as a result, but she was still beaming with delight. Meanwhile, the little bean was reaching for a tea light, fascinated by the floating objects. He kept staring around, almost as interested in all the new faces as he was the lights. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.

Beside her, Noise held his head high. Giuseppe had expected him to crow and yell and proclaim his greatness, when he'd received the medal; instead, the little man had been quiet, unnaturally so. It had thrown everyone off completely. Even Noisette had seemed surprised. Then Noise had pulled Giuseppe aside. “Wanna say, I don't deserve this, big guy.”

“Noise, you saved the world, just like the rest of us,” Giuseppe had said. “You destroyed the Pizzamancer's monster army. You fought him. I can still hear that big damned bomb going off,” he said with a grin.

Noise chuckled, still unusually subdued. “Yeah, that was a good one. As for the monsters, Noisette and the others did most of it. All I did was press a button.”

Giuseppe had rolled his eyes, amused but now slightly exasperated. “Listen, folletto, when a General says “take your laurels,” take your damn laurels. You deserve it, just as much as the rest of us.”

Noise had looked a little surprised at the big Italian's vehemence. “Well, uh… I guess. If ya say so.” He flipped the medal on his chest, and gave the most genuine smile Giuseppe had ever seen on his face. “I never got any honors like this before. I mean, I got awards for shows an’ such, but… this is different. I'm gonna wear it proud-like. Gonna get it framed, put it in my office. Thank ya, big guy.” Then he'd grabbed Giuseppe's sash, looking oddly desperate. “Don't tell Peppino, OK?”

Giuseppe had smiled and simply made a zipped-lip motion.

Even General Burne had shown up. Giuseppe and Anita had both been shocked to see the old man, and they had had to explain to most of the others just who he was… and why they were so stirred up.

Anita, in particular, had been nervous. “I, uh… I'm sorry I ran off on you, all those years ago, Maj- er, General.”

Burne had waved a hand and smiled, his mustache, now white as snow, bristling. “Personally, I understood, Anita. I'm the one who signed the order dismissing the charges, after all.” Then he'd winked, which had thrown both of them off. “Besides, I think saving the world qualifies you for a bit of forgiveness.”

He was sitting near the back, taking up a huge amount of space. An active general came with quite the retinue, after all.

Anita had invited a few of her family, but none had shown up. “I'm not surprised,” she said, disgusted. “Most of ‘em I didn't really want here, anyway. They're lowlifes.” She'd looked around. “My family's already here.”

A whole cloud of Spec Ops agents had shown up, headed up by Captain Lambert, the Frenchman who'd liaised with them. “A Brigadier General requires at least some presence, monsieur, to say nothing of a Colonel,” he'd said with a wide grin. “Plus… a lot of the youngsters miss you, General Spaghetti.”

Giuseppe had laughed. “Being too hard of a taskmaster on them, eh, Louis?”

The Frenchman had shrugged. “Someone has to keep them in line.”

Anita had chuckled. “Tell them if they don't straighten up, I'll come out of retirement to whip them into shape.”

Louis had grinned… if a little painfully. In her short return, Anita had terrorized the whole organization, running them through their paces like the toughest of drill sergeants. “I'll tell them. No offense, Madame, but even I would be terrified of such a prospect.”

Finally, the doors opened at the end of the hall, and everyone stood. Gustavo escorted Anita down the aisle, acting as both Father of the Bride and bridesmaid/groomsman. He smiled impishly - Anita was short enough he didn't have to unduly stretch to hold her hand, and he was enjoying the experience.

Anita wore an outfit identical to Giuseppe's, though somewhat less festooned with insignia; she'd immediately rejected the idea of a dress. “I'm not a dress woman,” she'd said. “I'm a former soldier, a professional.”

Giuseppe had just smiled. “Wouldn't have it any other way, ‘Nita.”

Of course, she had her own chest full of metal; she'd been quite active before she'd left. The Colonel insignia, as well as the new medal, gleamed in the soft light.

Her face was the most serene he'd ever seen her wear.

They had eschewed music, too. “Ugh, too fru-fru for my taste,” she'd said. The birdsong had been her idea, though. She loves nature.

Vigi stood beside Giuseppe, the officiant - as Sheriff, one of his duties was the ability to officiate weddings. He'd almost burst with pride when he'd found out that was his role, and he was taking it seriously. “Been practicin’ fer weeks,” he’d said that morning.

“But… it's only a few words,” Giuseppe had said, laughing.

“Maybe,” Vigi had replied. “But they're important words.”

Anita stopped beside Giuseppe, and Gustavo took up his position, mirroring Peppino. She grinned at him. “Looking sharp, General,” she whispered.

“Don't rub it in,” Giuseppe replied.

Together, they turned to the Sheriff.

Vigi gestured for everyone to sit - the medal glittered as he moved. Lacking anywhere else to put it, he'd pinned it to his hat.

“We're gathered here t'day t’ witness the joinin’ of Giuseppe Spaghetti and Anita Morelli in matrimony. Both bride an’ groom have elected to forego any long, flowery speeches.” The crowd laughed quietly. “They have, however, elected t’ say few words.” He gestured. “Go ahead.”

Giuseppe looked into Anita's eyes. “For twenty years, part of me was lost,” he said. “A part I wept for, mourned for. A few months ago, it returned, quietly, subtly, but as bright as the sun. For the first time in ages, I felt whole.” He smiled. “I never want to lose that again.”

Anita nodded. “For twenty years, I searched the world for something I'd lost,” she said. “It took me all that time to realize - I had left it behind. It was waiting for me. I just had to have the courage to return. And, even though it ended up getting dropped in my lap unexpectedly… it really was what I'd been missing, the whole time.” She smiled. “I’ll never let it go again.”

They turned back to Vigi, who cleared his throat. “And as such, today we bind the two of you together, never t’ be parted again.” He turned towards Peppino. “The ring, sir?”

Peppino pulled the ring box out of his coat pocket, grinning like a cat, handing it to his brother. Giuseppe opened it, revealing a shining titanium band.

Giuseppe took Anita's hand, slipping the ring over her finger. “Had to pull some strings for this one. It's a piece of the shell of Inferno.”

She grinned. “Well. Great minds think alike, then.” Gustavo, on cue, proffered his own ring box, and she opened it to reveal another titanium ring. As she slipped it over his finger, she smirked. “Another piece of Inferno. Had to pull some strings of my own to get it.” She snickered. “Probably best you don't ask how, though.”

Giuseppe laughed. “God, we're too much alike, sometimes.”

Anita grinned. “More like two parts of a bigger piece.”

Giuseppe nodded, and they turned back to Vigi.

The sheriff cleared his throat again. “By my authority as Sheriff of Tower Town, I declare ya husband an’ wife.” He grinned. “I'd say ‘you may kiss the bride,’ but… I think that goes without sayin’.”

They both laughed, turned, and Giuseppe grabbed Anita, doing a full dip while kissing her.

Everyone cracked up, then applauded.

As he stood her back on her feet, she glared at him… but she was smiling. “A little over the top, don't you think?”

He smiled his most roguish smile. “Glad I can still surprise you.”

~~~~

The reception was winding down; almost all the attendees had left already, hoping to at least reach La Crosta before the snow became impassable. Gustavo had volunteered to take Margherita home. “It's on my way, anyway,” he'd said.

Before she had left, she had insisted on giving the couple, as well as Peppino and Gustavo, a hug. “I'm so proud of you all. You all survived so much. Now look at you. Honored as you should be…” she gestured to them all, “you two, married…” she gave both Giuseppe and Anita a kiss on the cheek, “you two, having given me my first grandchild,” she did the same for Peppino and Gustavo, “to say nothing of giving me a nuora e genero.” She beamed at them all. “I've never been more proud of you all.” She patted Gustavo on the shoulder. “And I know your genitori are beside themselves with joy, genero. Stand proud.”

Gustavo blushed, then cleared this throat. “We should get going, Mrs. Spaghetti. The roads could be treacherous soon.” He waggled his finger at Tony, in Peppino's arms, and the boy giggled. “Be careful going home, you two.”

“Fai lo stesso, amico Mio,” Peppino said. “Take care, Mama.”

As they left, Peppino, Giuseppe, and Anita looked around. The room was being cleared away - they hadn't opted for a big reception, either.

That hadn't stopped everyone from providing housewarming gifts, though.

Peppino walked to the pile, which was impressive. “Do-a you need me to help you get this-a home? I can load some of it in-a my car…”

Giuseppe waved a hand. “Nah. We've got room. You should get home. No need to keep the bambino out in this mess.” He bent over and tweaked the boy's nose, who giggled. “Do you need me to come by tomorrow and watch him?”

Peppino shook his head. “Fake is-a going to open the pizzeria tomorrow - but I don't-a expect much business, between the snow and it-a being New Year's. Too-a many people will be sleeping off the night before.” He smirked. “And besides, I doubt you will-a be up to much tomorrow, eh?”

Even Anita blushed. “Just announce it to the world, why don't you…”

Peppino laughed. “It's-a what newlyweds do, eh? No one would be surprised.” He waggled his eyebrows. “And I can't-a wait to have a nipote o pronipote to spoil.” He went quiet, reaching up to finger the medal and the rank bars. “I still-a can't believe it.”

Giuseppe and Anita held each other. “You deserve it, Pino, you really do,” Giuseppe said.

“Forse,” Peppino said quietly. He picked up Tony's bag, looped it over his shoulder, and shook hands with Anita. “I know, you've-a been doing it already… but take-a good care of mio fratello, OK?”

Anita looked up at her husband. “I will. I mean it when I said… I'll never let it go again.”

Peppino nodded, content. “Va bene. Ciao, you two. See you later.”

~~~~

Giuseppe dropped the last of the gifts on the counter in his kitchen, as Anita closed the door to his apartment. “You know,” she said, flopping down on the couch, “even if we hadn't just got married, I think I'd stay here tonight.”

Giuseppe nodded; the snow had picked up considerably, and they'd had to clear a path to the stairs. “No kidding. Good thing I stocked up. Looks like we're gonna be snowed in a few days.”

He walked over and sat down beside her, undoing the sash and his coat’s bindings. Anita had already shucked hers. “This stuff is pretty comfortable, for a dress uniform, but…”

She reached over and helped him shrug off the heavy broadcloth. “Yeah. At least we didn't need a coat in this cold.”

She stood, draping the coat over a chair. “We'll just put this all away properly… tomorrow,” she said. She flopped back down.

Both of them sat in silence for a bit, just enjoying each other's presence.

Suddenly, outside, distant singing started, and, despite the snow, fireworks started popping.

“Huh…?” Giuseppe said, checking his watch. It read 12:00. “Well, I'll be damned. It's already that late.” He leaned over and kissed her. “Happy New Year.”

She returned the favor. “Happy New Year,” she said, snuggling up under his arm. “What year are we in now?”

“2593,” Giuseppe said quietly. “47 years now, I've been here.”

Anita nuzzled his chest. “48, for me. But thanks to the regeneration, it's like 28 all over again.” She looked up and grinned.

He smiled. “Yeah. A whole new life to live.”

They sat and watched the burst of fireworks through the window, softened by the falling snow.

[tennessoui]

november ko-fi part two release

hello hello i made a mistake and decided i wanted my december ko-fi to be more overtly holiday related.....after getting 3k into it, so i finished it and am posting early so i can post a more wintery one next month!! my b my head is literally everywhere but on straight lately

so this is the link to my ko-fi; in my gallery, i've uploaded the link to a google doc where i've written 5k of the divorce lawyer au, set in the morning after this snippet (where divorce lawyer obi-wan gets drunk at a bar and flirts with serial husband anakin)....here is an excerpt:

When Obi-Wan just blinks at him again, mouth slightly open, Anakin huffs as if he’s being difficult on purpose. “I want to stay married to you.” “What?” Anakin has the nerve to roll his eyes as if this isn’t incredibly jarring news. “I mean, I’m assuming you can’t be the divorce lawyer in our divorce, right?” Obi-Wan’s lips thin. “Yes, that would be—” “A conflict of interest, right,” Anakin waves his hand through the air. “And I’m assuming you’re not very interested in one of your coworkers knowing that you fucked me and married me during a drunk night out in Las Vegas.” “I’m much more interested in that than I am in staying married, Mr. Skywalker,” Obi-Wan snaps, even as he realizes how uninterested he is in his coworkers finding out about this. Who would he trust to be tight-lipped about the whole thing? Cody perhaps, but there’s no way Cody wouldn’t tell his brother. And there’s no way his brother wouldn’t tell everyone else. And Vos, his other partner? Absolutely unthinkable. “Don’t call me that,” Anakin replies. His lips tilt up into a grin, as if he’s finding something incredibly entertaining but this current situation. “Too formal for you now? Am I supposed to feel obligated to only call you by your first name now that you’ve had your tongue dow my throat?” Obi-Wan asks in his most withering tone. Anakin’s cheeks light up, as if he isn’t a man who spends half his time in other people’s beds doing much more explicit things. “No,” Anakin says. “Call me by my last name all you want, it’s just that it’s not Skywalker anymore.” He flashes a devastating smile in Obi-Wan’s direction. “It’s Kenobi.”

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[aurora-boreas-borealis]

Power Rangers RPM AU where Summer marries Scott and Flynn to spite her parents

[austinshotbutlers]

The Wedding Date - Part Three

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner × Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: Your sister's wedding is approaching fast and the thought of showing your boyfriend off to you family and your ex-boyfriend seems like a very appealing idea. The only problem is... you don't have a boyfriend. Luckily your stony faced, serious, sexy boss has agreed to be your fake boyfriend for the weekend. What could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 4.3K

TW: SMUT!!! (Protected sex, vaginal fingering) and swearing.

A/N: AHHHH the tension finally breaks and Aaron finally gives in! I’ll be honest, my smut writing probably isn’t as good as other writers on here but I hope you all enjoy it. I also really wanted to paint Luke as the huge asshole he actually is and there will definitely be a moment in the future parts where Aaron will set him out straight (AKA punch him in the face). Again, I’m open to suggestions of what else I can include in this series, I love all your feedback 🫶🏻. Here’s a link to my Masterlist where you can find parts one and two.

Standing in a dance studio with your ex boyfriend and fake boyfriend was a peculiar situation to say the least. You could feel his eyes following you as you and Aaron moved to find a space in the room, ready to start dancing.

“I really can’t dance.” You murmured to Aaron as he took your hand, placing his other on your hip.

“Don’t worry about it,” Aaron paused as you gently placed your hand on his bicep. “Let’s just try and have some fun.”

Music filled the studio and the instructor your sister had hired began to count you in “And! 5, 6, 7, 8!”

You and Aaron gently swayed to the song, neither one of your fully committed to the dance. You looked around and watched as your sister and Thomas danced excitedly with one another, their bodies close together, stepping perfectly in sync with each other. The dance instructor sung their praises before turning to look at everyone else.

You tried not to laugh as you saw Luke awkwardly stepping out of time with his partner who you assumed was his new girlfriend. She was gorgeous with long auburn curls and a beaming smile; way out of Luke’s league. She laughed again as Luke danced a wrong step again and he looked at her with an annoyed glare. The coldness of his stare was definitely something you did not miss.

You were suddenly pulled from your thoughts by the voice of the dance instructor shouting at you and Aaron. “Why are we dancing so far away from each other? Where is the passion?”

You cringed at her words and looked straight at Aaron who was definitely stifling a laugh. You shuffled closer to Aaron, your bodies touching one another, your grip tightening on his arm.

“That’s much better!” Said the dance instructor excitedly and set the two of you off dancing again.

Aaron swayed perfectly in time with the music, humming along which took you completely by surprise.

“I never thought you’d be one for dancing.” You laughed.

“I uh…” Aaron paused. “I took dance lessons when I married Hayley.”

“That explains then why you’re so good.” You said sweetly.

“I wouldn’t say I was good.” He chuckled.

“Stop being modest. You’re definitely good at dancing.”

Aaron was about to speak but the two of you were interrupted by the instructor again. She huffed as she watched you two dance. “Less swaying. Swaying is boring!”

You rolled your eyes so only Aaron could see and he tried his best to hide his chuckle.

“You are in love are you not? Show us your love through dance!” She shouted at you and Aaron before she waltzed off leaving the two of you alone again.

“I would like to remind her that it’s meant to be Sarah’s lesson.” You said frustratedly. “She’s the one getting married, not us.”

“Maybe she is right though,” Aaron responded and you looked at him confused. “Let’s dance with more passion.” He mocked the instructor and you laughed loudly which caught the attention of everyone in the room. Your laugh sounded like heaven as it filled Aaron’s ears, it was adorable.

You moved in closer to Aaron, your bodies pushed tightly against each other. You swayed a bit more adventurously, moving across the room. Aaron spun you around in a circle and you giggled as the room moved around you. He then spun you out to the side before spinning you neatly into his side. Your bodies clashed together and you both laughed, the closeness between the two of you made heat rush to your cheeks and Aaron’s ears tinged red.

“You’re a much better dancer than you said you were.” Aaron complimented with a smile, adoration glimmered in his eyes.

“It’s true, I hid my talents so not to embarrass you,” you joked and Aaron laughed.

“I dare say you’re better than me.” And this time you laughed.

“Sorry to bruise your ego.” You giggled and jokingly rolled your eyes.

You and Aaron danced more confidently with one another, striding across the floor gracefully, small talk and laughs being exchanged. But, Aaron couldn’t help noticing the way Luke was watching your every move, his eyes raked over your body, not caring if anyone saw him. Aaron fought hard not to go over there and punch him in the face. Who the hell did he think he was? He suddenly felt the need to protect you so Aaron spun the two of you round, shielding you from Luke’s cold stare. In just two brief meetings with him, Aaron had profiled him to be a straight up narcissist and questioned what you ever saw in him.

***

“I surprisingly enjoyed the dance lesson.” You found yourself admitting as you took a sip of the large glass of orange juice.

“Yeah,” Aaron chuckled. “It was fun.” And he took a gulp of black coffee.

“I’m also happy we were still able to come and get brunch! I am starving.” You say exasperatedly.

Then, no more than 5 minutes later, a waitress brought over your food. A tall stack of pancakes with chocolate for you and some bacon and eggs for Aaron.

“Jack would very much approve of your meal choice.” He laughed as you immediately tucked into the overly sweet breakfast.

“Another reason why he is the best kid ever.” You said. “He knows how to pick a good meal.”

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, enjoying your well deserved meals after the exhausting dancing.

“I keep forgetting it’s the bachelor and bachelorette parties tonight!” You suddenly speak. Aaron looks up from his plate to you and laughs.

“What?” You asked confused. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing its just…” He laughed again. “You have chocolate round your mouth.”

“Oh my god!” You groaned. “That’s so embarrassing.” And you frantically attempt to wipe it off your face.

“Here, let me do it.” And before you could respond, Aaron was leaning across the table with a napkin is his hand and gently wiped at the corner of you mouth. “Done.” He smiled.

“Thank you.” You said, trying not to blush.

“What were you saying about parties?” Aaron asked, putting you back on track to what you were saying before.

“The bachelor and bachelorette! You’re 100% expected to go to Thomas’ bachelor night.”

“I’m a bit too old for bachelor parties.” Aaron said.

“Oh shut up! You’re not that old.” You replied with an eye roll.

“Fine.” He chuckled. “I’ll go.”

“Perfect! My mom might ask you to keep an eye on Thomas. I know you two don’t know each other that well but I know for a fact, Luke will have booked a stripper.”

“And who will keep an eye on you at the bachelorette?” Aaron asked jokingly.

“I can handle myself Agent Hotchner. Just a shame I couldn’t bring my gun for extra protection.”

***

Getting ready for the bachelorette was stressful. Your room wasn’t big enough to accommodate both you and Aaron walking around trying to get ready at the same time. There had been awkward laughs when you stumbled out the bathroom and saw Aaron in his boxers while getting dressed followed by mumbled apologies. Once Aaron was ready, he sat down on the bed and observed as you doing the last touches of your makeup and finishing accessorising your costume.

“What’s with the outfit?” He asked curiously.

“You can’t tell me you don’t recognise it?” You questioned in shock.

He laughed before saying. “Of course I recognise it. I was a college student once upon a time. It’s Madonna.”

“5 points to Aaron Hotchner! It’s ‘Like a Virgin’ Madonna to be precise.” You added. “Sarah has always wanted the theme of her bachelorette to be Madonna. Just never thought she’d actually do it. She’s going as ‘Hung Up’ Madonna. You know in the pink leotard?”

“Yes.” He nodded with a chuckle. “I know the pink leotard music video.”

“Are you secretly a Madonna fan?” You joked.

“You’ve caught me!” He replied, standing up off the bed. He was in a white button down and black slacks. It was simpler but god did he look good in it. The sleeves rolled up, showing his forearms and the top button open. You weren’t used to not seeing him wear a tie.

Aaron took in your outfit as you leaned forward to slip your heels on. The low cut corset-like top was enough to make heat rise to his cheeks. The bulky necklaces hung from your neck, drawing attention to your cleavage and the puffy, netted skirt accentuated your figure. He had never seen you like this and it took everything in Aaron to stop himself from taking your face in his hands and kissing you passionately. You looked so beautiful.

“Are you ready?” You asked with a beaming smile and Aaron simply nodded.

You both walked down the stairs and saw your sister and the whole bridal party knocking back shots.

“What are you guys doing here?” You asked confused.

“Finally! We’re here to pick you up and then it’s onto bar hopping.” She said and you could already smell the alcohol on her breath. “So say goodbye to Mr. Sexy and get in the limousine outside!”

You turned to face Aaron. “I guess this is goodbye then.”

“Kiss him goodbye!” Your sister shouted.

You leaned in and gave Aaron a quick peck on the lips.

“Boo! A real kiss!” Your cousin joined in.

You rolled your eyes with a laugh and wrapped your arms around Aaron’s neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. His hands instinctively found your hips and held them tight as he reciprocated the kiss. Cheers filled the room as the group of differently dressed Madonna’s watched you two kiss. You pulled back and smiled brightly at Aaron who seemed flustered but smiled back nonetheless.

“Right! It’s time to go lovebirds.” Liv said, drawing your attention from each other.

“Bye.” You whispered to Aaron and before he could answer, your sister was dragging you out the door to the limousine.

***

Aaron sipped at his beer slowly. The bar was packed with rowdy men for Thomas’ bachelor party, some already very intoxicated. He felt a pat on his shoulder and turned to see Thomas.

“Aaron! Thanks for coming man. I guess Y/N got you to come?”

“She can be very persuasive.” He chuckled. “Congratulations on your engagement.”

“Thanks!” Thomas slurred. “To think I’ll be a married man soon. I can’t wait.”

Luke suddenly stumbled over with a dopey smile but it immediately dropped when he saw Aaron.

“I didn’t think you would come.” Luke said aggressively. “Did Y/N persuade you to come with a blowjob or something?”

“I’m sorry?” Aaron asked appalled.

“She’s a good fuck isn’t she?” Luke continued. “That’s the one thing I miss about her.”

“Dude, that’s inappropriate.” Slurred Thomas as he downed the last of his beer.

“Nah we’re just having a chat, man to man.” Luke said, placing his hand on Thomas’ shoulder. “Isn’t that right Aaron.”

“Actually, Luke.” There was a harshness to Aaron’s voice. The same harshness he used when interrogating criminals. “I don’t appreciate how you’re talking about Y/N.”

“Come on buddy, you can say whatever you want about her to me.” Luke threw his arm over Aaron’s shoulder. “Go on, what’s your favourite thing about her? It’s gotta be the head hasn’t it? She gives good head.”

Aaron shoved Luke’s arm off of him. “I’m not your ‘buddy’.” He said sternly. “You don’t have any right to talk about Y/N after the way you treated her. And I definitely don’t think your girlfriend would appreciate the way that you’re talking about your ex.” He had gone full protective boyfriend mode. “If I even hear you utter Y/N’s name again, I will make you regret it.”

Luke looked startled but not as scared as Aaron was expecting him to look, the smug bastard.

“Enjoy the rest of your night.” Aaron said to the two men and headed straight for the door. He’d had enough for the night.

***

“To Sarah!” You cheered, raising the shot glass in your hand before downing it in one.

“To me!” Sarah shouts, knocking her shot back and everyone cheering.

You throw yourself back down onto the sticky bar stool and ask the bartender for another round of shots.

“So…” Liv drawls out. “Will you and Aaron be having hot sex tonight?”

“Liv!” You shouted in shock.

“That’s a yes then.” She responded

“A fat yes.” Sarah interjected.

“Mine and Aaron’s sex life is none of your concern.” You slurred.

“Yes it is! After hearing about you sex horrors with Luke, I hope you’re actually having decent sex now.” Sarah says, taking another shot of god knows what.

“The sex is amazing.” You lied effortlessly, probably thanks to the alcohol pumping through your veins.

“Tell us more!” Pleaded Liv.

“No!” You laughed. “What Aaron and I do in the bedroom is for us to know and you guys to never find out.”

“You’re such a bore!” Sarah shouted.

“Shut up and drink more shots! The both of you!” You shouted at your sister and cousin. They both laughed and ran off to the dance floor. You followed them and immediately started dancing around the floor, the music booming in you ears and the vodka pulsing through your body.

“And a special song for the bride-to-be!” The DJ shouted out and the recognisable ticking of “Hung Up” by Madonna started playing. You burst out laughing as your sister ran to the middle of the floor, dominating it with her best attempt at the dance from the music video, every single person in the club cheering and whistling.

“Go Sarah!” You cheered out.

“Yes baby!” Liv shouted. “She is loving the attention.”

You laughed. “Yes she is!”

The night went on until the whole bridal party stumbled out the club at 2AM, going on a hunt for the limousine.

“Ladies.” Your sister slurs as she climbs into the back of the car. “That was the best night of my life.”

The whole group cheered as you all clambered in the back after your sister. She reached for a bottle of rosé out the limousine’s mini fridge but you snatched it off her.

“I think you’ve had enough for one night.” You mumbled. “I know I have.”

“You two may be done, but I’m not!” And Liv snatched the bottle from you, unscrewing the cap and taking a big swig.

By the time you stumbled through the door, it was nearing 3AM. You walked into the kitchen and poured yourself a tall glass of water, downing it in one. You thought back to what Sarah and Liv were asking you and then to your texts from Emily. Would having sex with Aaron really be as bad as the two of you were making it out to be? Maybe Emily was right, maybe the two of you should just sleep together. You stopped overthinking and wandered upstairs to your room, opening the door and tripping over something.

“Shit!” You hissed out.

Aaron stirred from his place in bed and then sat up, turning to see you.

“Are you ok?” He whispered, his voice raspy from sleep.

You stood upright so Aaron could see you properly, he took in your slightly dishevelled appearance but noted how gorgeous you still looked. You kicked your heels off before shuffling over to him, you pulled the duvet back off of Aaron and grabbed his hand, pulling him up off the bed so he was standing. He looked down at you as you ran your hands up his chest and then wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Y/N…” Aaron said in an almost pained, warning tone.

“Shhhhh.” You hushed him as you pulled him in for a kiss. It was deep, passionate, long overdue. You last kissed him almost 7 hours ago and you were hungry for more. Aaron ran his hands down your back before sitting them snugly on your hips, massaging lightly. Your teeth clashed together as your kiss grew more and more heated, Aaron’s lips travelling down your neck, sucking softly as he went. You pulled away and Aaron looked at you with lust-filled eyes. You pushed him back slightly until his legs hit the bed and he sat down. He reached out to grasp your hips again but you pushed them away.

“No touching.” You murmur. “Just watch.” And Aaron’s eyes glued on you instantly. You slipped the white, netted skirt swiftly down your legs, revealing more of the lacy corset Aaron had fixated on all night. You pulled the necklaces up over your head and his eyes immediately fell to your cleavage. You pushed the fishnet tights down your legs and struggled to unhook your feet out of them. As soon as you had freed yourself from the very uncooperative piece of clothing, you walked back towards Aaron and straddled his lap. His hands rested at your hips as he raked his teeth over your collarbone.

“I have been thinking about taking this top off you all night.” He mumbled against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He ran his hands up your back and they settled at the small clasp at the top of the corset. He nimbly unfastened it before realising there were another couple clasps down the whole back of the top. “How the fuck am I meant to get you out of this?” He laughed frustratedly and you buried your head into his neck, chuckling with him. Fortunately, Aaron managed to unclip every clasp quickly and he pulled it over your head. Aaron took a moment to appreciate you. “You’re so beautiful… gorgeous.” He muttered and ducked his head down to place soft kisses down your neck to your chest. You could feel how desperate he was for you as his growing erection pushed into your clothed core. You rolled your hips over his bulge and Aaron groaned into your neck, biting down on your shoulder.

He suddenly lifted you up as he turned to place you down softly onto the bed, climbing on himself and settling between you legs. You looked deeply into each other’s eyes, your lips nearly touching.

“Are we going to have sex?” You whispered.

“Do you want to have sex?” Aaron asked, his breath warm on your face.

“Yes…” you murmured breathlessly and Aaron captured your lips in a soft kiss.

His hand traveled down you body and slipped under the waistband of your panties, fingers sliding between your folds.

“God you’re so wet already.” Aaron mumbled and his thumb found your clit, circling softly but enough to pull a moan from your lips. He then quickly slid the lacy undergarments down your legs. He went back to circling your clit, your head buried deep into the pillows as soft moans filled your bedroom. Aaron moved his fingers down further, his index and middle finger finding its way between your folds and sliding into you effortlessly. You gasped at the sudden sensation, bucking your hips up against his digits. The feeling of his thumb circling your clit faster and his fingers pumping in and out of you, curling inside you was enough to push you instantly over the edge.

“Does that feel good.” He asked with a smirk.

“God yes! Aaron… I’m going…” you couldn’t find your words, so overcome by the building pleasure between your legs.

“Let go sweetheart…” Aaron whispered in your ear like honey. “Let go for me.”

You did as he said and the growing pressure reached its end point, pleasure coming over you like a wave as you reached your climax. A loud moan escaped your mouth and you bit your lip. Aaron kissed you softly as you came down from your high.

“I… I think I have an advantage over you.” You mumbled breathlessly and Aaron looked down at himself still clothed, his length straining against the fabric of his boxers. You sat up, reaching for the hem of Aaron’s T-shirt and pulled it up slightly, prompting him to pull it over his head. You glanced at his toned torso and saw the smattering of deep scars that covered his body. You knew exactly where they were from, George Foyet. You had only been on the team for a few weeks when it happened but had been one of the first people at the hospital to see him after Emily had found him. You ran your hands down his chest and Aaron inhaled a deep breath.

“You’re so handsome.” You said and placed another kiss on his lips which he melted into.

“I need you before I lose my mind.” Aaron groaned into your lips and you helped him escape from his boxers.

“Condom?” You asked and Aaron frantically leaned across to the bed side table, grabbing his wallet and opening it up. He searched through it and pulled one out triumphantly, tossing the wallet somewhere amongst the mess of clothes. He tears it open and slowly rolls it on with no problem. You repositioned your bodies, Aaron nestling deeper between your legs. He takes himself in his hand, aligning himself with your entrance.

“Ready?” He asked gruffly.

“Yes!” You whispered out desperately and that was all Aaron needed to hear before he slowly pushed his length inside you, every inch felt like ecstasy to him. You gasped at the sudden contact and dug your nails into his shoulder. Aaron stilled, taking a moment for your body to adjust.

“Ok?” Aaron asked, looking deeply in your eyes.

You nodded and ran your nails down his back. Aaron’s pace started slow, his hips gently rocking back and forth, the feeling of your body clenching around his cock was enough to send him into overdrive. He picked up his pace a little, rocking ever so slightly faster and you moaned sweetly into Aaron’s ear.

“Aaron…” you muttered. “Harder.” He immediately followed your breathless plea, thrusting deeper into you, his pace fast and consistent. Moans left your throat, the feeling of Aaron’s cock hitting the right spot almost sent you crumbling. “Ahhh! Right there.” You gasped out at the sensation.

A guttural moan escaped Aaron’s lips and it echoed in your ears. “You feel so good.” He managed to speak between his groans.

“I’m… I’m close.” You whispered in his ear as Aaron kept up with his fast paced thrusts and this only prompted him to go faster.

“Y/N…” your name was just a whisper on Aaron’s lips. “Look at me and let go.”

You moaned out as the pressure built, your back arching up into Aaron’s body, his hard thrusts sending you into an abyss of pleasure as your orgasm took over.

“Ohhh… Aaron! Yes!” You manage to sputter, your climax clouding all brain function.

“Fuck!” Aaron hisses out as his own pleasure built in between his legs and his release washed over him. He rode out his orgasm with messy and erratic thrusts before collapsing onto the bed, slowly pulling out of you. Aaron quickly slipped the condom off and threw it in the bin.

You both laid in silence for a moment, taking in what had just happened. Your body still tingled with Aaron’s touch and you turned your head to look at him, surprised to see him already looking at you with a loving look in his eyes.

“That was…” He started.

“Amazing.” You finished and Aaron chuckled.

“Amazing.” Aaron repeated.

Another beat of silence.

“What does this mean for us?” You asked.

“I knew that if we ever crossed this bridge, there would be no turning back for me,” Aaron started. “I… I have loved you since your first day at the BAU two years ago. When you shouted at me in the lobby for being rude.”

You threw your hands up to cover your face in embarrassment. “Don’t remind me. I was then so mortified to walk in and find out you were my boss. I thought you would have it in for me for the rest of my career!”

“You were right to shout at me though.” He laughed. “I shoved past you, knocked you over and I didn’t even apologise..”

“Yeah, it was a dick move.” You laughed. “But maybe I was a little hot-headed.”

Aaron reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers. “I guess I always wanted to ask you out on a date but I was always too nervous.” He chuckled. “That’s why I said yes to doing this with you, pretend to be your boyfriend. I thought I would find the moment to tell you how I really felt about you, that I… I love you.”

You felt you cheeks heat up. Everything Emily had said to you was right. Aaron did love you.

“I love you too Aaron,” you muttered, pulling his face close to yours. “I thought I was doing an ok job at hiding my crush on you for the last few months but Emily noticed it. Stupid profilers.” You joked, rolling your eyes. Aaron laughed with you, lifting his hand up to push some hair from your face. “This has got to be the most romantic pillow talk I’ve ever had.” You laughed.

Aaron placed a kiss on your lips. “Let me take you out on a real date. As soon as we get back to Washington, let me take you out to dinner. No hiding feelings anymore.”

“I’d love that,” you smiled brightly and Aaron’s heart swelled.

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