#oh to be a wedding planner i love weddings i love planning i love love and dressing up

[cowardlycowboys]

thinking about wedding venues

[thewispsings]

Could you do a part 2 to please date my sister in law with max and r getting married?

wedding of the century | max verstappen

part 2 of ‘please date my sister in law’

pairing: max verstappen x reader

summary: one year after charles sets up his sister in law with max, the world is preparing for the wedding of the century.

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maxverstappen1: to be wed 💙

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user1: OH SHIT ITS HAPPENING

user2: STAY CALM EVERYONE!! STAY CALM!! STAY FUCKING CALM

user3: charles leclerc found yelling out in happiness, 3:21 AM, monaco.

user4: oh my god

user5: omg

user6: the pictures are so cute 🥹

user7: THAT SHOUDLVE BEEN ME

user8: marrying max? or marrying yn?

user7: BOTH

user9: max waited no time to put a ring on that

user10: AHH IM SO EXCITED

user11: i can live out my wedding fantasies through you guys 🥹

user12: i know charles is freaking out rn

charles_leclerc: oh yes. i’ll be over with the binder in five minutes.

user13: he’s actually at lot more calmer then i expected

yoursistersuser: nope! he yelled for a straight ten minutes after this was posted

user14: yeah that sound more like him…

user15: so happy for you two 🤞

landonorris: so when can i pick up my bridesmaid dress?

maxverstappen1: you mean your groomsmen suit?….

landonorris: i know what i meant

user16: i hope max takes her last name

danielricciardo: how funny would it have been if she said no

maxverstappen1: not funny at all

danielricciardo: tough crowd

user17: ahhhh congratulations!!

user18: NO PLS NO

user19; you have shattered my heart

yourusername: FUCK YOU BEAT ME TO IT

maxverstappen1: YOU TOLD ME I COULD MAKE THE ANNOUNCEMENT FIRST??

yourusername: I LIED I WAS GOING TO BEAT YOU TO IT

maxverstappen1: HAHAH SLOW POKE

user20: these are the two getting married btw

user21: i didn’t want you anyways 😒

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yourusername: officially a #fiancé! 😾

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user22: so it’s real….

user23: why wouldn’t it be real?

user22: idk i was hoping max went crazy and just started making shit up

user24: you know what. hell yeah.

user25: mama a happy future ahead of YOU 💜

user26: CONGRATULATIONS!!

user27: no….

user28: this just broke my heart

user29: so happy for you two 🥹

user30: if anyone deserves this happiness, it’s you!! congratulations 🎊

oscarpiastri: oh he wasn’t kidding

oscarpiastri: you said yes?…

yourusername: i cannot deal with your negativity today oscar

oscarpiastri: IM JUST SAYING

oscarpiastri: you said yes?…

user31: let’s all say thank you charles!!

charles_leclerc: YES THANK YOU CHARLES! WE ALL THANK CHARLES!!

charles_leclerc: and too think they all called me crazy for setting them up!

charles_leclerc: HA

charles_leclerc: and to think…

user32: you’re talking to yourself babe

landonorris: i can’t wait to pick up my bridesmaid dress

yourusername; we talked about this lando

landonorris: i know 😔

user33: does this mean lando isn’t a bridesmaid? because i would KILL to see that man in a dress

user34: HELL YEAH!!

user35: true love, rock on 🤘

user36: 50 percent of marriages end in divorce

user37: genuinely, why would you say this

user36: i’m a hater to my core

user38: no you’re a bitch to your core

user39; oh damn

yoursistersuser: love you babe 💜 but pls tell charles he can calm it with the wedding planning

yourusername: and you think he’ll listen to me?

yoursistersuser: no, but it was worth it a try 💔

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charles_leclerc: it’s always hows the wedding plannING? and never hows the wedding plannER? 😕

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user40: nobody gaf how you are, WHENS THE WEDDING?????

carlossainz: when’s the wedding?

user41: you signed up for this buddy, when’s the fricking wedding???

oscarpiastri: when’s the wedding?

user44: uh huh, uh huh, yep totally agree! when’s the wedding?

user45: who cares, when’s the wedding?

user46: i don’t care, when’s the wedding??

landonorris: when’s the wedding?

user47: don’t give a shit, when’s the wedding?

user48: chop chop wedding planner, when’s the wedding????

danielricciardo: when’s the wedding?

user49: OMG CHARLES NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOU, WHENS THE WEDDING????

user50: shut up when nobody asks, when’s the wedding????

maxverstappen1: when’s the wedding?

user51: boy who asked? when’s the wedding?????

charles_leclerc: I WAS GOING TO ANNOUNCE THE WEDDING DATE. BUT YOU SICK FUCKS DONT DESERVE IT! SO FUCK YOU ALL!!! YOU WONT KNOW WHEN THE WEDDING IS!! HA HA HA. LOSERS.

user51: charles wait we were joking

user52: don’t pmo

user53: DONT BE SUCH A BABY!!! WHENS THE FUCKING WEDDING?

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maxverstappen1: i’ve reached peak happiness

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user53: you are fucking kidding me

user54: CHARLES I WILL KILL YOU

user55: WHAT

user56: WHEN

user57: HOW

user58: WHERE

yourusername; 💙💙

user59: BUT YOU JUST PROPOSED??? LIKE THREE MONTHS AGO

user60: no, you guys are actually so fake for this

user61: wow, i can’t believe this

landonorris: congratulations!! i still think me as a bridesmaid would’ve been amazing but….

maxverstappen1: let it go lando

landonorris; FINE

user62: charles when i find you

user63: i say we all kill charles on his birthday

user64: how could you guys do this to me??

oscarpiastri: loved the shrimp! 🦐

user65: THEY HAD SHRIMP

user66: charles planned a whole wedding in 3 months???

use67: that’s actually so impressive

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yourusername: i win! 👰‍♀️

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user68: you’re actually fucking kidding me. charles leclerc when i find you

user69: not to much now, he did plan this in 3 only months

charles_leclerc: THANK YOU!! HOW ABOUT SOME APPRECIATION FOR MY PLANNING

user70: stfu. it’s your fault non of us knew when the wedding was going to be

user71: these pictures are so cute 🥰

user78: living through you guys rn

user79: someday i hope to be married to someone who loves me as much as max loves yn

user80: con😭gra😭tula😭tions😭

user81: so happy for you guys!!! i will go kill myself now!!!

user82: THAT SHOULDVE BEEN ME

user83: that man did NOT wait to put a ring on it

user84: if he wanted to, he would

user85: let this be a reminder to women that if someone wanted to marry you, they would!! congratulations 💙

oscarpiastri: loved the shrimps 🍤

user86: we get it oscar

oscarpiastri; no. you don’t. the shrimp were delicious.

user87: don’t brag

oscarpiastri: i’ll brag all i want. you can’t do anything about it because i had the shrimp and you didn’t 😹

user88: oh damn

user89: someone’s passionate about the shrimp…

yoursistersuser: love you to the moon and back 🌙

yourusername:💛💛💛

charles_leclerc: i’m hearing a lot of ‘love you’ and ‘shrimps’ but i’m not hearing enough ‘thank you charles for planning a beautiful wedding in 3 months and taking time out of your very BUSY racing career to make sure my wedding was amazing’

yourusername: don’t act like you didn’t beg me to let you plan the wedding

maxverstappen1: yeah, me and yn were fine with eloping

charles_leclerc: please guys, no need to thank me! it was my pleasure ❤️

oscarpiastri: the shrimp were great man

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charles_leclerc: since no one else will say it 😒 thank you charles for planning a beautiful wedding in 3 months and taking time out of your very BUSY racing career to make sure my wedding was amazing

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user91: i’m still pissed at you for not telling us when the wedding is

user91: it was a beautiful wedding tho

charles_leclerc: thank you charles!!

charles_leclerc: of course charles!!!

charles_leclerc: beautiful work!! especially with the very short time you were given

user92: maybe we shouldn’t let charles plan anymore weddings, it looks like they’ve drove him insane

carlossainz: i look gorgeous

oscarpiastri: the shrimps were chef kiss 🤌

landonorris: what is with you man?

georgerussell63: are you still drunk?

user93: charles posting more photos then the actual people who got married is so funny 😭

user93: it really sums up their relationship

user94: beautiful wedding planning charles!! 👏

user95: how much do you charge??

user96: i still can’t believe yn and max got together, engaged, and married in less then 2 years

user97: i bet she’s pregnant

user98: WOAH

user99: where tf did that come from

user100: or maybe they just love each other??? not everyone waits years and years hoping that their shitty bf will propose to them

user101: oh! okay!

user102: you ate those decorations up charles

user103: the flowers??? gorgeous

user103: if yn and max ever divorce, i will kill myself

oscarpiastri: great shrimp 🥰

user14: what tf is wrong with you

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thank you fo rrequesting!!! life’s been busy but i hope you guys didn’t forget me 🩶

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Training for Two

Chapter 6: Pup Cup

Masterlist

Summary: Simon unexpectedly runs into you... and your friends... and Tyler.

Warnings: dissociation, jealousy

It was finally Saturday - a Saturday where you had cleared your schedule, and so had Leslie and Nina. AND Tyler. Which was maybe once every two months. So, you had made plans to get brunch with the girls, the three of you deciding to dress up a bit and get mimosas. Tyler had promised to swing by around one to take you around the city, then to spend a cozy day at his apartment.

Right now, it was girl time. The three of you had your mimosa pitcher and a shared basket of fries, delving into each other's personal drama.

"And then Marcie asked me to pick up this Saturday - today, mind you - because she forgot the two interns were finished this Thursday. Of course, I told her no, in the most professional way I could - and she had the audacity to say I needed to pick up more slack. Me!!"

Nina scoffed. Your jaw dropped open. "You've been there the longest!"

Leslie nodded. "Longer than her, too! God, I could've let her have it, right then and there-" she sighed, leaning back in her seat. "Of course, I didn't. But I made sure she knew I would not be coming in on my day off, that I had planned for weeks."

You snapped your fingers in applause, making Leslie chuckle. "Bravo to you - we love seeing women fighting women in the workplace."

"Oh, stuff it." She laughed, swatting your hands away. "Feels like an episode of 'The Office,' if you ask me. Just too bloody insane to be real."

You hummed thoughtfully, taking a sip of your mimosa. Your eyes wandered down to your purse, hanging from the side of your chair, your phone tucked away within. I wonder what Simon's up to... what does he do on his days off?

"Speaking of women in the workplace..." Leslie turns to Nina, who was scowling at her phone. "Who's got you so irate on a Saturday?"

"Idiots, that's who." She grumbled, furiously punching away at the keyboard on her screen. "It's as if the minute I take a personal vacation, everyone and their grandmother suddenly need a wedding planner." She sighed and tucked her phone back into her purse. "I'm sorry..."

You and Leslie shook your head, reassuring her that it was alright. God forbid she starts falling into the "I work so hard and get nothing in return" schpeel - which would be believable and understandable, if it wasn't for the fact that she played that card every time the three of you were together.

"Did you hear she started dog-sitting?" Leslie said, nodding in your direction.

That snapped Nina out of her own head. "You did? What does that have to do with your design work?"

You huffed. "Well, it doesn't - but, and I told you this, Leslie" - she laughed at your glare - "that I was just looking for a house-sitting gig, like what I did before I left that stupid company. Just until I got a few clients to myself, and could start my own business."

"Busy bee..." Leslie commented, and Nina nodded in agreement.

"Not nearly as you two - remember how hard it was for me and Tyler to have a weekend together? Now I'm the one waiting for him. He's even started coming with me when I take Riley for walks - just to spend more time together."

"How sweet..." Leslie cooed.

"Riley?" Nina asked.

"The dog." You answered. "She's a wonderful dog, really. Used to be military, before her... injury..."

You trailed off, staring at something between Leslie's and Nina's heads. They stared at you in confusion for a moment, until you beamed widely and started waving your hand. They turned to stare at whomever had caught your attention.

Simon wasn't one for "get-togethers," as he heard them called. He was perfectly fine spending his leave at home, only leaving to walk Riley or get his groceries and smokes. He'd occasionally text the team and see what they were up to, but other than that - he had no problem living like a hermit.

Soap was the one to suggest the idea of the team getting lunch together, since they were all nearby for work. Of course, Gaz was never one to turn down a group outing; once he was in, Price had decided they all might as well go. ("Should be a team off the field too, right?")

So that's how Simon had been forced to come out of his cave. And no, it might not seem like he was forced... but it would be rude of him not to go, so therefore, societal standards were forcing him. That, and Soap would bitch about him being a "bawbag" for weeks if he didn't tag along.

He decided to bring Riley with him, since it had been a few weeks since she had seen everyone. She looked around as she panted, walking besides Simon through the mildly-crowded sidewalk. It was a decent Saturday afternoon, with a mix of cloud and sun hanging in the sky. Simon wore his usual jeans and a sweatshirt, along with a black surgical mask.

He needed a head start for the day. Not that he didn't enjoy spending time with his team outside of work... but people were exhausting, especially when he was forced into proximity with them. He needed a few hours to himself, in public, just to wake up his social battery. The best way to achieve that? Tea, Riley, and people-watching.

So that's how he found himself, next in line at the coffee counter of a restaraunt he’d been to a few times before. He had his hands shoved in his pockets as he held Riley's leash; her head was on a swivel, sniffing the aromas that wafted through the air, and the occasional hand of each person who passed her. Simon was thankful people were wary of his presence - it kept everyone from trying to lean down and pet Riley without his permission.

The customer in front of him moved away from the counter, and Simon stepped forward. The girl behind the cash register smiled at him, wiping her hands on her apron.

"What can I get for you, sir?"

"Jus' a tea. Medium, no sugar, no cream."

"Would you like the passionfruit tea or the mint berry mixer? Or our jasmine goddess?"

"... d'you have black tea?"

She chuckled. "Yeah, I'll get your black tea."

Simon huffed as he put his cash on the counter. Don' get why tha's funny...

He watched as she moved - rather sluggishly, he thought. Despite that her makeup did a fantastic job of hiding how tired she must have been, he could see it in her eyes and actions. The way she stood there, shoulders slightly slumped as she watched the hot water pour into Simon's cup, her arms resting heavily against the counter. He looked behind him briefly, noticing how long the line was for the cafe. Not to mention she had dine-in orders to fulfill, too... and she's alone at the coffee bar. He turned back, watching as she fought to make sure the lid was properly secured on his cup. It made him a bit nervous, how she supported nearly all of her weight onto the top. What if it crumples? What if she gets burnt? Is there a burn kit behind the shelf? Probably not-

Riley whined, snapping Simon’s attention away from the barista and down towards her. She licked her lips and stared up at him curiously.

She always knows.

He sighed, patting her flank. "Thanks, girl."

The barista returned with his tea, as well as a small cup of whipped cream with a dog biscuit poking out of it. “For your friend.” She said with a too-tight smile.

Simon stared blankly at the whipped cream cup. "I didn't order tha’.” He said bluntly.

“It’s on the house! Pup cups are free.” She said, nudging the two items towards Simon. “Don’t worry, there’s no added sugars in the whipped cream, and the treat is allergen-free.”

Why does everyone assume dogs have allergies? Simon thought to himself. He glanced at Riley for a brief moment – she looked back at him, certainly not expecting a treat, not yet. She’d hounded him enough for those goddamn biscuits all morning, the ones you’d been spoiling her with, and he had no choice but to follow the routine and gave her one. This created a cycle that sent him to the doggie-daycare once a week to pick up more, since the old woman who made them only sold them there. Without even intending to, most likely, you were taking more from his wallet than he had hired you for. Not that he minded… it was all for Riley, however, he was almost certain he’d buy a fucking parrot if you were the one convincing him.

Riley let out a garbled sound, making Simon realize he was still staring at her. And holding up the line. Shit, socializing was more taxing than he thought…

“Thanks…” he mumbled, grabbing his drink and the cup of whipped cream. He carefully directed himself and Riley through the crowd and over to the condiment shelf, setting both items down and adjusting his grip on Riley’s leash. He still had a few hours to kill; it’s a bit cramped in here, he thought as he grabbed a handful of napkins, eyeing the throng of coffee addicts and beatniks in the cafe, there’s always the bench by the fountain on Muller and 4th street, that might-

The sight of your familiar, perfect, sparkling eyes sucked the air and the thoughts from his body in a matter of a single second. That bright personality speared him like a harpoon as you waved from across the café, beckoning him over with a waggle of your fingers. His mind was trying to catch up after being knocked off of its feet, and he finally inhaled.

You looked equally surprised to see him - but he wasn't paying attention to that. He noticed your eyeliner and lipstick, how it made your features even brighter than they typically were. You'd worn your hair down, which was the first time he'd seen it like this since he hired you. Your nails were painted a soft pink, which accentuated the mimosa glass like an orange sunset across a blush sky... and your dress. Of course, it was bright and floral, just like your personality. But it was soft, too. The way it fitted so nicely around you - not too tight, perfectly settled around your shoulders and hips, making you look delicate. Simon was sure if he was to reach out and touch your arm, it would feel like he'd touched the skin of an angel.

He was too stunned to wave back, still frozen in the one spot by the counter as people flowed around him like river water around a stone. It wasn't until Riley had noticed you too and began whining that Simon finally gathered his bearings and nodded his head at you, stuffing the napkins in his pocket.

Two other heads swiveled around from your table and eyed him curiously, and for a moment, he groaned internally; you were with friends. Not horrible, but... not ideal. He didn't care to talk to anyone other than you at the moment – really, ever. Still, you were here, and that trumped all other factors. His anxieties moved to the sidelines when you were on the other end of the path. He clicked his tongue at Riley and grabbed his tea, carefully weaving through patrons and tables to get to you.

"Simon!" You chirped when he approached; you stood up and on your toes, reaching your arms to give him a side hug. He awkwardly stood there, attempting to hug you back by letting his arm curve around your upper back, careful not to spill his tea. Before he could stop himself, he took a deep, quiet breath in, nearly sighing at the smell of your perfume.

So floral and... sweet. Like the bookstore/plant nursery hybrid that he passes when he walks through town on his way for groceries.

You pulled away, and he straightened up. He was suddenly aware of the other two women staring at him.

"So sorry!" You said, turning to your friends. "Simon- this is Leslie, and Nina."

"’Ello." He said quietly, uninterested, and they each responded with their own "hi's". Leslie looked at him with a scrutinous stare, and he could feel her trying to peel him apart layer by layer. She looked like a corporate junkie, with her tight bun and high heels. Nina... she was... odd. She looked at him with her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes half-lidded... it made him uncomfortable. Both with the way she shamelessly ogled, and with how her eyes seemed to be a few unfortunate centimeters too far apart.

"And this is Riley!" You said, bending down and ruffling the dog’s fur. "How ya been, girl?"

She blinked at you as you pet her, sniffing the air between your face and hers. Her tongue hung out of her mouth as she panted, nearly smiling up at you if she could have.

"Ya gone and spoiled her." Simon commented, feeling something warm at the sight of you and Riley. "She wants me to tuck 'er in every day, now. And she's got me runnin' to the dog daycare every week for those bloody biscuits."

Leslie pursed her lips, thinking Simon was being rather rude. You laughed, sitting back down in your seat. "She wasn't spoiled enough, in my opinion. Did she drag you to Poeheko Park yet?"

"She did. Thought I's about to be mugged."

You laughed again. Simon wished he could bottle the sound and keep it in his pocket, so he could pull it out and listen to it over and over whenever he wanted.

"I don't think anyone could mug you, Simon." You said, absentmindedly stroking Riley's fur as she sat next to you.

So you thought he was strong? Invincible? Oh, that did something to him.

"What do you do, Simon?" Leslie asked, sipping her mimosa. "For work?"

Definitely corporate... he thought, from the way her question sounded slightly interrogatory.

"Military." He said bluntly.

Nina's lips curled into a smile; he chose to ignore it.

"Her too?" Leslie pointed at Riley, who sniffed her extended hand.

"She was..." Simon looked down at her, a bit pleased that Riley huffed in distaste at the 'stranger'. "Retired. And a rotten princess now, thanks to you." He turned back to you, his expression lighting up the tiniest bit.

You could sense something - what it was exactly, you couldn't put your finger on it. Simon seemed... tense. Uncomfortable. Maybe he didn't like being thrown into social settings with people he didn't know. You understood it.

"Well-" you said, trying to ignore the way Nina stared at him. "I don't want to interrupt your morning."

"You weren't." He said, still looking at you.

You sent him a glance, and laughed nervously. He continued watching you - God bless anyone who was ever in a staring contest with this man - as Riley sat next to him obediently. Fuck, she was staring at you too...

Leslie looked back and forth between the two of you for a moment, with you blushing furiously, and Simon watching you like you were prey - fortunately, she found an opportunity to come for your rescue.

"Oh, Tyler's here, luv." She said, tilting her head towards the space behind you.

You turned in your seat and smiled, just as a man came up and whisked you out of your chair. You threw your arms around his shoulders and kissed his cheek, and he smiled as his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Thought you were coming by around one?" You said, pulling back to look at his face.

"I was able to pick up the kit from work earlier than I expected, so I thought I'd come by now." He briefly waved at Leslie and Nina, tucking you into his side. "Sorry girls - lookin' lovely, by the way - but I'm stealin' her a bit early today."

Nina waved her hand dismissively. "We had something planned for tomorrow too; go right ahead." Leslie nodded in agreement.

Tyler smiled. "Perfect. Glad it's not too much of a- woah..."

He turned to look – to really take in the sight of the hulking, brooding man beside you, and he was very visibly taken aback. Simon's soft stare had turned into a cold, unforgiving glare. His eyes were hardened with - something. Maybe anger, maybe authority. He stood rigid and tall, with his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt, as he bore holes into Tyler's frame.

Simon took him in: soft, brown hair, a slight tan, rough hands, yet soft features. Slight wrinkles around the eyes from smiling too much. A white shirt and jeans, with a plaid – it made sense, now where your stash had come from.

He liked the way that Tyler was a bit intimidated, as evident by the look in his eyes. What he didn't like, was... Tyler. How he held you close. How you let him hold you. And how he himself felt the urge to snatch you from Tyler's grasp and march you out of the cafe.

"Oh, sorry-" your voice brought them both out of their trance. "Tyler, this is Simon. My client."

"Ah!" Tyler smiled, relaxing a bit as he held his hand out. "Nice to meet you!"

Simon grabbed it firmly, making Tyler wince the tiniest bit as he shook his hand. "Likewise." Not in the slightest.

When he released his hand, Tyler bent down to Riley and offered his hand for a sniff. "I know we've met before, girl."

Simon felt something stir in his gut as Riley sniffed Tyler's hand. "Y' have?" He asked, his voice a bit harsh.

"He's never been in your house." You said quickly, trying to diffuse the tension in the air. "He just tags along for the walks sometimes. Keeps us company.”

Riley IS the company. Y’ don’t need an extra, luv.

"Mm." Simon said gruffly, looking down at Riley. She was sniffing Tyler's closed fist, then leaning back to stare up at Simon. She huffed in distaste.

He fought the urge to smirk. Good girl.

"What do you do, Simon?" Tyler asked, trying to be friendly.

Nina cleared her throat. He's milita-"

"Special Armed Services." Simon interrupted. "Ten years."

Tyler looked impressed. "Shit- that's tough, mate. Makes sense with how you- y'know..." he gestured to Simon's frame, then dropped his hands and cleared his throat. "Eh, nevermind."

"I's fine." Simon replied, standing a bit taller. "What d'you do?"

"Ah- heh, nothin' that impressive. Electrician."

Simon nodded, though it wasn't the answer he was hoping for. It was hard to completely emasculate a man when he did blue-collar work. And even harder when Tyler seemed to respect Simon. It was one thing to be an asshole to an asshole, but it was another to be an asshole to a decent man.

He had to reign himself in. Tyler was your boyfriend. Why was he trying to show the poor lad up after knowing him all for a minute and a half?

"Well, erm..." Leslie cut in. "Looks like you two need to get going, and we're nearly finished here." She smiled at Simon. "It was lovely meeting you!"

"Yeah mate!" Tyler said. "Nice to finally meet you!"

Simon paused for a moment. Normally, he would love to be ripped out of a conversation like this - but now, he'd suffer through the company of a few, annoying strangers if it meant he got to talk to you. But, he obliged, sensing that Leslie wanted him gone for a reason.

"Yeah, likewise." He said, giving Riley a pat, then he looked at you. "Might need you t' watch 'er soon, but I'll email you."

"I'll keep an eye out for it." You said with a flashy smile. "See you later, Simon!"

He grunted and nodded his head, then left them all at the table. Riley stayed dutifully by his side as they made their way through the crowd of cafe patrons.

Simon tried to smell your perfume for as long as it would cling to his shirt. Soon, the scents of coffee, sugar, and teas washed it out, and the lingering warmth your scent brought him had also vanished. The bitterness came right back into his throat, coating his tongue and making him grimace under his mask and his fists clench in his pockets.

Tyler seemed like a good man, and you were happy. He had no business feeling so possessive over something that wasn't his - something that belonged to someone else. He felt like he was missing a screw - his emotions were completely out of control, and he acted compulsively when it came to you. He told himself, as he walked out of the cafe and into the busy sidewalk, that the disappointment of discovering that you were Tyler's would be a good opportunity to work on himself.

He sighed, continuing down the path to the pub. Riley huffed as she trotted next to him, and he suddenly remembered the cup of whipped cream and the dog treat – most likely still abandoned on the condiment counter of the restaurant. “Don’ worry, girl, you can have some’f Johnny’s chips.”

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[signedkoko]

Hi, hello, hey!! I just saw your Mammon x reader who calls him husband sometime and I loved it so much just- chefs kiss! If your willing, maybe a Vox x reader like that?

Vox X Reader [Romantic]

In which you refer to Vox as your husband, despite the fact that you aren't married. Genderneutral reader.

It was your 7th anniversary, and as per he had planned out a lovely evening for the both of you

He made you breakfast in bed (one for himself too, so you could hang out)

Then you went out for brunch

A 4-hour couple spa retreat

And then he had a stylist ready to pamper you and prepare you for dinner

It was never a simple evening if it was anything important to you, Vox treated you like you'd been married your whole life

He never leaves the honeymoon phase

But at the same time, he's so distracted with the company and how well everything is going that he doesn't really think about change

Change is good, so long as it's for the better, but that's business talk!

The only change he concerns himself with when it comes to you is you being hurt or leaving him

If he can wake up every day by your side to you happy and healthy, then there's nothing to change

Vox gets to the restaurant before you just to make sure everything is perfect

Candles, a fresh bundle of flowers he bought right before, and a spritz of the cologne he knows you adore

When you looked around to find him and he waved you over, you dismissed yourself from the host

" Oh! I see my husband right over there. Thank you! "

As far as he was, he heard every little word

A snap of electricity sparks between his antennae

As you approach him, he is internally saving the audio and replaying it over and over in his head

' Oh! I see my husband—my husband—my husband—my husband— '

" Hell to Vox? "

The audio is turned down, but he's still replaying it as he snaps back to reality, a large grin on his illuminated screen

" Shit! Yeah. Hey, babe, you look amazing! "

Amazing was an understatement, but he was so flustered that you had almost caught him in his embarassing love-sick ways that he couldn't get his charm back on fast enough

Your favourite wine is poured fresh out of the bottle into a chilled glass by his twitching hand, but you're so long in conversation that you don't notice how shaky he is

Internally, he's already browsing for rings and setting up appointments with wedding planners

It's almost as if he just heard you say, 'I do', and there's no braking on this high-speed chase now

Author's Note - I really loved this prompt on Mammon, and it suits Vox a lot too! Thank you so much for requesting, I hope its met your expectations!

[sugawhaaa]

HONGJOONG ONE-SHOT

🌙Jumping through rings🌙

Warnings::SMUT, mentions of pregnancy (?)

Pairing:: dom!Hongjoong x sub!fem!reader

Genre::BREEDING KINK, oral (fem rec) creampie, praise, spit play, crying, multiple rounds, wedding night, shower sex??, aftercare, reader mentions being on BC

A/N:: first of all, sorry this took 69 million years to write. Second of all I have mentioned on here b4 that I rlly rlly rlly don't like the thought of being pregnant and I'm basically infertile irl but ughh when I ovulate I always just think of Hongjoong impregnating me 😩 Tmi sorry not sorry

🎧::

You and hongjoong talked a lot about your wedding. From decorations to guests to food to photography. All of it was planned out to a T…including your wedding night.

A few days after Hongjoong proposed to you the two of you were getting ready for a night of fun but Hongjoong shyly brought up the ring around your finger. “I was wondering if you would like to have sex on the night of our wedding. I know it's kind of weird but I think it's somehow romantic…” he explains as he sits on the edge of the bed with you.

“Of course baby,” you smile and take his hand in yours. “If it's something you'd like to do on your wedding then I'm down,”

“And I was wondering if we could make it…extra special?” His offer seemed normal at first but when you asked him to go on he explained that he wanted to potentially have unprotected sex and openly explore our deepest desires. The two of you communicated a lot about it and finally got everything set in stone.

After your wedding you had a fun after party that was more relaxed. You were wearing your big wedding dress and Hongjoong was just wearing a black button up and dress pants that undoubtedly looked delectable on his ass. You were slightly worried about getting tired for your romantic night but it ended up being okay. Towards the end of the after party you and Hongjoong got back together again. Most of the day you spent apart being so busy with taking photos and meeting up with relatives and so on. At the end of the party it was mainly the best friends and of course Hongjoongs members.

They were all done up and presentable for their big bros big day. They all showered you in compliments as well and congratulated the two of you about a hundred times.

“Do you two have any plans for the rest of the night?” Mingi asked innocently and the rest tried to signal him not to bring it up. Hongjoong wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, standing hip to hip.

“We have a few things in mind,” Hongjoong smiles at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Oh I did not need to know that,” Jongho makes a pained expression and the others make fun of him.

“Really though, I'm happy for you guys,” Seonghwa puts a hand on Hongjoongs shoulder. “Enjoy yourselves,” seonghwas smile was oddly sincere but you didn't mind. You thanked him and he handed the two of you a red envelope. The two of you knew exactly what that meant and instantly opened it. As you saw the amount of bills, the “cha ching” sound could be heard in your head.

“Jeez Seonghwa's spoiling us,” Hongjoong blushes from the great offer you guys were given.

“You deserve it,” he nods and gives Hongjoong a big hug and you a more gentle one.

Then the night came to an end. You said your goodbyes to the last few guests and as you and hongjoong began to clean up the wedding planners told the two of you to just go home and they'll handle the mess. Hongjoong picked you up bridal style as he walked you out to your car. He set you down before opening the car door for you.

“Ladies first,” he smirked as he held it open. You giggle softly as you hop in. Hongjoong closes the door before going over to his side. As the two of you drive home you look out the window as the street lights pass by. “You still…up for our plans?” He asks as his eyes fixate on the road. You turn to him quickly as you hear his voice.

“Of course. Are you?” You ask slightly worried.

“Of course baby. I was the one who brought it up afterall,” he smiles and as you come up to a very familiar intersection you notice he pulls to the side, going into the turning lane. You furrow your brows in confusion but let him do his thing. Though as he keeps driving you realize you're going in the opposite direction of your house.

“Um hongjoong, where are we going?” You look up at him and he smirks.

“I have one more surprise for you,”

When he pulls up to a love hotel your jaw drops.

“Hongjoong. Are you serious?” You laugh softly and he laughs at your reaction.

“Dead serious,” he turns the car off and the two of you open the doors simultaneously. “Five star rating and the rooms look real nice,” Hongjoong holds your hand as you walk up to the hotel. When you get inside you're greeted by the woman at the front desk and Hongjoong tells her about his reservation. The lady hands him a keycard with the room number on it and the two of you head up to your room. “I'm so excited to show you the room,” Hongjoong smiles, basically beaming with excitement. “It's gorgeous,”

The elevator stops on the top floor and you and hongjoong begin to search for your room. 771. You eventually find it and Hongjoong swipes the card before opening the door for you to get the first look at the room. Your jaw drops as you walk in. There was a massive bed in the center of the room with tall poles that held up red silky curtains, the blankets of the bed were red and gold with a beautiful trim along the bottom. There were two nightstands beside the bed that were a deep brown color with bright and warm lamps resting on top of them. Underneath the bed was a black and red carpet with swirly designs on it.

“Hongjoong, this is…” you were at a loss for words as you examined the room. The bathroom was black as well to match the theme and the nightstands had lots of items in there.

“Oh and here's the best part,” Hongjoong goes over to the bedside and draws back one of the curtains and rose petals covering the bed. “Real rose petals,” he smiled as he presented them to you and you rushed over to hug him.

“Thank you baby, this is more than I could ask for,” you say as you nuzzle into his neck. He pats your back with a warm smile before kissing your forehead.

“I'm glad you like it babe,” he pulls back from the hug and caresses your face. “Are you still wearing makeup?” He tilts his head slightly.

“Yeah only a little bit,” you blush softly and he grins.

“Good. I was hoping I could see it streaming down your face,” his words made your face heat up and he was only more amused by your reaction. He caresses your bottom lip softly before kissing you. “Why don't we get started hm?” Hongjoong runs his hands down the side of your body, and you hum softly, agreeing with him. He brings his hands around to the back of your dress and pulls down the zipper. As the faint zip echoes in the room you can feel the excitement rush through your body. All of this build up. You've been waiting for this night for months and you knew Hongjoong had even more in store for you.

Hongjoong gently pulls the dress off your shoulders and let's it pool at your ankles. You step out of the dress and set it aside. You stood before him in only your panties which made him smirk softly. He reached out to cup one of your breasts in his hands as he went to kids your neck softly. “Baby,” he says in a tone that makes your skin crawl with nerves.

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“Yes?”

“I wanna breed you tonight.” He states with a hint of desperation and promise that makes your jaw drop. You go speechless for a moment. “Fill up that warm and wet little pussy that belongs to me,” he growls in your ear as his hands go down to your ass, gripping the flesh. “Tonight, I want you to be the dirtiest little slut; don't hold anything back. Be messy, be loud, be mean, be a kinky slut. Tonight, nothing else matters besides our kinks and undying love, alright?” He nuzzles his face against your shoulder before gently grinding his boner against your panties. “So, I revealed my secret kink, now what's yours?” He said with a seductive tone that made your cunt throb.

“I um…I'm not sure,” you look down softly. “Maybe…spit play? I honestly haven't explored my fantasies that deeply,” you admit before Hongjoong steps back, undoing his blouse.

“That's okay darling, that's why we'll explore tonight. Maybe some of our kinks align,” he smiles as he takes off his button up shirt. Your jaw drops as you see his muscles; he was ten times buffer than the last time you saw him shirtless.

“Oh my babe, have you been working out more?” Your eyes are locked on his chest as you feel yourself drooling over him. He blushes softly with a smile before nodding.

“Yeah…I wanted to impress you,” he begins to take off his pants before throwing them aside as well.

The two of you climb into the bed and pretty much as soon as your body makes contact with the bed and rose petals you begin to make out. Your hands tangle into his hair as your tongues dance rhythmically and your bodies are pulled together like magnets. The sound of wet lips and tongues twirling echo in the room along with moans and the sound of your skin rubbing against each other. The two of you breathe heavily as you make out and you feel Hongjoongs boner twitching and throbbing against your panties. “Baby…I don't know if I can do foreplay. I need my cock inside you,” he groans as you gasp for air after your heated kiss.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” You tease and Hongjoong instantly leans back and pulls off his boxers, his cock springing to life. As he takes off his boxers you pull off your panties, the middle of them are now a darker shade due to your arousal. Hongjoong runs a finger up your folds; his finger glides along with ease due to your slick.

"You're so hot baby, you gotta let me a have a taste," he leans down and runs his tongue along your slit; he moans as the tangy slick dances along his tongue. He then slurps your folds into his mouth suckling on the sensitive flesh. He moans as he sucks the juices out of your pussy as he buries his face in your cunt. "Such a pretty pussy," he moans against your folds as you buck your hips into his face. He then pulls back, his face wet with your arousal, and aligns his tip to your entrance.

He slowly pushes forward and your folds envelop his cock. The two of you moan simultaneously as the warmth courses through your bodies, and the long-awaited desire that had built up threatens to spill over. You both took a moment to catch your breath and soak up the pleasure of being joined once again. It had been at the very least a month since the two of you engaged in sex which made the pleasure even more exaggerated than usual.

"You're so hot baby," Hongjoong growls as he leans his body down closer to you. "Can't wait to fill you with my cum," he breathes heavily as he struggles to hold himself back. Your hands creep up to his back, clawing at his shoulder blades as he looms over you. He slowly moves his hips back and then forward again. Your moans sync again as you grip onto his cock.

"Please baby, I can't wait. Just fuck me," you whine as you throw your head back and a devilish grin spreads across his face.

"I know baby, but trust me; just wait a little longer," he whispers as his hips continue their slow and strategic pace. You whine as your body craves more of this addictive pleasure. "Good girl, deep breaths, show daddy how good you are," he says in a low and creamy voice that makes your walls clench around his cock. His hips begin to move faster and you find yourself able to control your reactions; your legs jerk up, toes curled, nails digging into his back, and your jaw hung open as moans spill over. "Hold it in baby, c'mon," Hongjoong encourages as his hips move faster and faster until your mind goes blank.

"I-I can't," your voice shakes as you speak and your body curls forward as you bury your face in his shoulder. "Please, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" You cry out but Hongjoong doesn't stop. His hips snap against yours furiously and you feel yourself coming undone as your moans echo in the room. "Hongjoong!" You cry out as your body shakes and Hongjoong tilts over the edge; spilling his seed inside you.

The two of you pant in harmony as Hongjoong gently thrusts to drag out the pleasure. You felt the warmth of his cum creeping up your body and you felt an unexpected euphoria at the fact he had cum inside you; something was so romantic and erotic about it.

"How do you feel my love?" Hongjoong rubs your cheek as he feels sweat building along his hairline and neck.

"Amazing," you chuckle and Hongjoong smiles before kissing you softly.

"Wanna try a new position?" He asks out of the blue and you nod. Hongjoong explains how to get into the position as he slips out of you. You'd bring your legs up against your body until your ankles reach near your head and hold your legs up with your arms. Hongjoong would then enter you and lean forward, basically squishing your bodies together, but it's supposedly really pleasurable, especially for the woman.

The two of you get into position and Hongjoong slips into you again; a symphony of moans escapes your throat as you feel his cock stretch you out again. You whimper as you claw at the backs of your thighs and hongjoong grins. "You like that?" He growls and all you can do is nod.

"'Feels so-so good," you whimper, slightly incoherently, and Hongjoong smiles; his hips moving faster thanks to your moans. The pleasure was overwhelming at this point, you couldn't even function, because this position made it so that every time Hongjoong thrusted back into you he'd hit your G-spot and A-spot basically at the same time.

Suddenly Hongjoong leans over and tosses the curtain out of the way to reach the desk. He grabs a vibrator and turns it on, startling you. "H-Hongjoong are you-?" And before you can speak you feel the vibrations on your clit buzzing through your body. "O-Oh shit!" You cry out as you bite your lip, your lip gloss potent on your tongue. You feel your eyes begin to water as your mind goes blank again and not even moans can slip through your lips.

Your legs shake aggressively as you tighten around his cock, so hard that he felt like you were cutting off the blood circulation, and it all came undone in a split second. A cry of pleasure tore through your throat as fluids gushed out of you onto Hongjoongs abs; he was stunned at first but quickly got turned on. He pulled out to watch the fountain of fluids spray from your body, thanks to his skills, before cumming onto your stomach.

"Oh yeah baby, good girl," he praises as he rubs your thighs. Your body falls limp as you pant and Hongjoong leans down to kiss your chest. "You did so good," he pulls back to look at the pure bliss written across your face but he finds your makeup smudged around your eyes. Hongjoong bites his lip as his cock springs up again. He blushes in embarrassment at how quickly he got hard again. He rubs your cheek softly, feeling the sweat and tears coat his finger as he admires your beauty.

"Thank you Hongjoong," you sigh as Hongjoong turns off the vibrator and sets it back on the nightstand. He smiles softly and kisses you.

"Thank you, Y/N" Hongjoong smiles as he helps you sit up. "You should drink some water after losing all that fluid," he gets up and retrieves two bottles of water from the mini fridge. He hands you one before chugging his own.

You watch as his Adam's apple bobs as the liquid goes down his throat; his neck shining with sweat. As he parts his lips from the bottle he sighs before turning over to look at you; you were frozen from his ethereal beauty. Your palm was still on the cap of the bottle as you looked at him slacked jawed and wide eyed. "Everything okay?" He chuckles softly as he slicks his hair back.

"Yeah I guess I just forgot how fucking hot you are," you laugh and Hongjoong blushes with a laugh as well.

"Thank you," he chuckles. "I think you're feeling the euphoria of those really intense orgasms. You're probably getting a rush of feel-good hormones which is exactly what I want," he smiles as sneaks a kiss. "Now drink up," he pats your leg to snap you back to reality, and you open up the water before chugging it. "Good girl," he smiles before you screw the cap back on and set it on the nightstand. "What do you wanna do next baby?" He tilts his head softly and you think for a moment.

"Well I have a position in mind..." you put a finger to your chin before smiling at him. You lay on your stomach and lift your ass up just enough for him to slip inside you. "Then you lean down until your chest is against my back and then, fuck me," you smile innocently and Hongjoong laughs.

"You really are a naughty girl aren't you?" He grins as he situates himself on top of you before slipping inside with ease due to all the cum and liquid from earlier. He lets out a soft sigh as he sinks into your warmth. "Is this okay?" Hongjoong asks, making sure you are comfortable and happy. You nod with a little hum and Hongjoong leans down a bit further, his chin resting on your shoulder. He brings his hands up to the backs of yours, your wedding rings rubbing up against each other.

As Hongjoong's hips begin to move the two of you stay relaxed and calm during this round. Soft praise and kisses filled the air along with soft gasps and whimpers. Hongjoongs fingers gripped tighter onto your hand as your rings pushed into each other. "I love you Hongjoong," you breathe out between moans. Hongjoong smiles before kissing the back of your shoulder.

"I love you too Y/N," he moans as he slides his cock in and out of you in such a rhythmic way. "I love...feeling my cock hit so deep inside you baby. I could fuck your pussy every day and night," he moans before burying his face in your shoulder, his thrusts becoming more urgent and harsh; his fingers tighten around yours as well. "I think I'm gonna cum again," he whimpers softly and the sound of his voice laced with lust is enough for your pussy to clench around him.

"Let it out baby," you say warmly as you rest your head against the pillow.

"'M gonna fill you up my cum," he moans softly as his eyes flutter shut and his lips part, his brows furrow slightly as the pleasure swallows him whole. "You're gonna take it all baby, yes, f-fuck-agh!" He moans with short, soft gasps as his warm seed begins to drizzle inside of you. You moan at the sensation, feeling pure bliss and excitement.

Hongjoongs hands tremble slightly as his orgasm subsides and his body relaxes. The two of you rest in silence for a moment, basking in the afterglow. Hongjoong buries his face in your back as he takes deep breaths. He wanted to ask you again how you were feeling but he was suddenly shy after his performance. "Why don't we...head to the shower?" He says partially out of breath. You smile softly as he sits up and pulls out.

"Yeah, good plan," you chuckle before lying on the bed, catching your breath for a moment. You look over at Hongjoong, who is currently doing the same as you, and you can't help but appreciate how he looks right now. His hairline sweaty, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted as his chest heaves with each breath. He then sits up and offers you a hand.

"Let's go shower," he helps you to the bathroom and turns on the water before hopping in with you. He closes the glass door as you begin to hose down your bodies. "So...did you like trying no protection? Or do you feel indifferent?" He chuckles as he grabs some soap to wash his hair.

"I loved it," you smile as you grab your own shampoo.

"Are you concerned about..." Hongjoong seems a little shy or flustered about this topic but you knew what he was entailing.

"I am still on the pill and even if something does happen we'll be prepared," you nod and Hongjoong sighs in relief as he washes out the shampoo.

"I'm glad," he sighs. "I feel like...well I kinda have a thing for...I guess people call it a breeding kink and I can't deny that I have it. Afterwards though I just get a little worried about the consequences of my fantasies," he admits as he rinses the soap out of your hair for you.

"I wouldn't worry about it baby," you shrug as you involuntarily put a hand to your lower stomach. "I do have to admit the feeling is intoxicating...the warmth and fullness sensation is undescribably amazing," you explain to him and a little smile creeps on your face.

"Is that so?" As he finishes rinsing your hair he creeps a hand down to your core again, swiftly fingering your clit causing you to gasp. You rest your head back against his shoulder as your hair clings to his wet body; soft moans escape your lips. "Wanna feel it again? My warmth inside you, my seed filling you up~?"

[mooniel]

Cherik hidden gems - part 1

Here you have some nice fics with with under 10k hits!

(part 2)

Repeat Offenses by popluxe; 35k: “Prickly bits aside—hell, for the two of them, prickly bits included—it almost felt like a date. Which is stupid on multiple fronts. Grudgingly buying your ex a meal after he grudgingly bails you out of jail is obviously not a date.”

Five times Charles bailed Erik out of jail—and one time he didn’t.

Wardrobe Malfunction by Sophia_Bee; 11k : Charles Xavier, Professor Hottie, the very first mutant Bachelor has a problem. It comes in the form of his wardrobe guy, one six foot sex on legs Erik Lehsherr. Oh, and the fact that he's gay. And on The Bachelor. To find his wife.

Three Days in April by Sophia_Bee; 11k: Charles Xavier is holding the envelope with the results of his HIV test from earlier that day, to afraid to look at them, when a handsome stranger named Erik plops a drink down in front of him. Charles finds he can tell a stranger about his woes easier than he can tell his friends and family, and he and Erik embark on a journey of friendship, starting with opening the test results together.

A Weeding Planner Walks Into a Bar by 1sttimefeeling; 19k: When Raven hires Erik to be the bartender at her wedding, he becomes quickly infatuated with the wedding planner, Charles Xavier, who he thinks is her fiancé.

A Toast to the Happy Couple by TurtleTotem; 4,7k: Charles needs to get married to get his inheritance; his best friend Erik is the obvious choice. Erik's straight, but it's all pretend anyway; of course he can keep seeing other people during their sham marriage. It would be just silly for Charles to be jealous.

Talk, Baby, Talk by lyonet; 20k: “Enough,” Erik said furiously. “It’s over. Let it die.” “Be fair, sugar,” Emma said. “We made good music. It was your choice to wear magenta armour and a cape.”

Best Ex Ever by 1sttimefeeling; 12k: Charles wakes up drunk on the pavement of a gas station, phone dead. He finds a payphone but can only remember one number. Erik Lehnsherr's. The problem? They broke up two years ago.

The Plus-One by Populuxe; 14k: When Erik grudgingly agrees to play Raven's boyfriend at her terrible family's holiday party, he'd thought the biggest challenge would be staying sober enough to make it convincing. But then he meets Raven's extremely hot—and extremely infuriating—stepbrother, and everything starts to get complicated.

Special Topics in Mutant Studies by Populuxe; 24k: The trouble with Charles Xavier isn’t just that he teaches genetics and holds terrible views about mutant rights—it’s also becoming increasingly clear that everyone but Erik seems to love him.

The Last Love Song & Testament of Charles F. Xavier by midrashic; 20k: When Erik is accused of domestic terrorism, Charles has no choice but to marry him to keep him out of jail.

Here it is! Now, i plan on making a part 2 of this if anyone is interested! I wanted to make the list under 5k hits but there were some nice ones that I wanted to recommend as well that had a bit more so here we go!

[painted-kneecaps]

i promised y’all ace attorney fic recs and then i forgor 💀

thank you @captain-panic12 for holding me at gunpoint and forcing me to make this post (/j and with all the love in my heart ur a real one panic)

These are going to be mostly narumitsu and klapollo centric, but as you all know, i have a HUGE soft spot for found family fluff so that will of course make its fair share of appearances. it’s also entirely possible that y’all have read all of these already. most of them are pretty iconic.

The Wedding Planner by famousinthatanonymousway

Narumitsu (Franmaya on the side) - 120K+ words - Completed

It's exactly what it says on the package. Miles is a wedding planner, Phoenix runs a bakery. Pure, comfy fluff and family shenanigans, terrible first impressions and loads of pining. I recently re-read this one and I already want to read it again.

"Nobody Can Just Say What They Mean" Duology by hechima

Narumitsu, Klapollo - 80K+ and 30K+ words, respectively - Completed

"You Ever Been In Love?" - Athena and Apollo accidentally discover Miles' feelings for Phoenix during a trial, and push it too far. Too many people get involved. Everything goes haywire.

"Things Are As They Are" - The Klapollo sequel. Due to drunken mistakes, Klavier and Apollo are in possession of a romantic cabin getaway reservation in Joshua Tree. This is the fic that sold me on Klapollo. It's tooth rotting.

Selected Conversations from the Magisteel Discord Server by liilllyyyy, lowbatteryhealth

Narumitsu, side Franmaya - 30K+ words - Completed

What can I say- I'm a sucker for social media and secret identity fics. The formatting is excellent and so is the chaos.

Vacation All I Ever Wanted by JJsADragon

Narumitsu, Klapollo - 110K+ words - Completed

Oh my god. this is in my top 5 fics ever. I don't know what it is about this fic, but it feels like it was written for me personally. The found family and hurt/comfort in this fic are what really give it its wings, as well as the humor (I cried with laughter BOTH times I read it), and. the romance is absolutely sickening as well. Just an absolute delight all around. If you've ever gone to the beach with a big family, you know this can only end in drama.

Can I Go Where You Go by Parchmints

Klapollo - 40K+ words - Completed

Again, top 5 fics ever. Fake dating in exchange for a free couple's vacation does NOT go as planned. The yearning in this fic is off the charts, and there's some gorgeous art scattered throughout !!

Turnabout Dungeons and Dragons by Synthpop

Klapollo - 170K+ words - Completed

Exactly what it says on the tin, and it's INCREDIBLE. They play D&D. Bard Klavier. Need I say more?

Signed, St. Nostalgia by Synthpop

Klapollo - 26K+ words - Completed

Another Synthpop slay. Road trip to a law convention in Klavier's shitty car. Tourist traps and kitschy motels, awkward crushes trapped in an enclosed space for extended periods of time, the whole nine yards. Absolute excellence.

If It's Really Me You Seek by Seamint

Klapollo - 83K+ words - Completed

Apollo returns from Kurain and has trouble finding a new apartment. Klavier suggests they become roommates. It's awkward and sweet and angsty and lovely and I've read it twice. The domestic bliss of it all makes my chest hurt.

Alternative Dispute Resolution by ehtala

Klapollo - 25K+ words - Completed

From the description, I was a bit worried this was going to be nothing but angst. I was so incredibly wrong. This fic made me laugh so hard I cried. There's a scene where Klavier locks himself in the WAA bathroom out of sheer horror and awkwardness and refuses to come out, so they send Edgeworth in after him. I was cackling aloud. The secondhand embarrassment is tangible and it's absolutely delicious.

A Brief For The Defense by Ophelia_Writes

Narumitsu (side Franmaya) - 260K+ words - Unfinished

Okay. If you've read any AA fic, you've probably read this one- and if you haven't, THIS IS THE ONE YOU NEED TO READ. Seriously, this is one of, if not the, best fic I've ever read. The humor, the fluff, the tension, THE KARAOKE CHAPTER. I'm so serious. I know how much reading an unfinished fic hurts, but I promise you, this one is so much more than worth it. You will thank me later.

YOU ARE LIVE ON TAKE-2 TV, PLEASE DO NOT SWEAR. by cosmicpoet

Klapollo - 17K+ words - Completed

This is a one-shot, and I DESPERATELY wish it wasn't. I NEED MORE. Apollo and Klavier meet in their late 30's on the set of Big Brother. The premise may sound random at first, but I promise it makes sense, and It's absolutely incredible. Cosmicpoet, i'm your biggest fan.

Possessed by the Genetic and Inevitable by cosmicpoet

Klapollo - 2K words - Completed

Okay look. I don't read a ton of one-shots, especially ones below 10K words, but I make an exception for Cosmicpoet, and I never regret it. This is a character study of Klavier Gavin through the lense of OCD. This fic means a lot to me.

apollo justice: attorney at law, friend of worms by cosmicpoet

Klapollo - 3K+ words - Completed

Klavier is jealous of a worm. That's it, that's the fic. This is crack, and also a work of absolute art. Download the offered PDF. You will not regret it.

Code to my Heart by SnowOnVenus

Narumitsu - 29K+ words - Completed

This is just pure fluff. 30K words of Phoenix trying to find a pet name that Miles likes. It's adorable, it made me giggle and kick my feet, it's cozy and comfy and perfect. 10/10.

In Better Light by cosmogyral, sunsmasher

Klapollo, Narumitsu - 66K+ words - Completed

I've posted about this fic before, actually. I've never seen Pacific Rim. I have no interest in seeing Pacific Rim. This is a Pacific Rim AU- and it is genuinely one of the best things I've read in a long time. The Klapollo and Narumitsu are great in this fic, but the sibling relationship between Apollo and Trucy is the true focus, and where it really shines. I'm not a huge fan of high stakes action most of the time, but I was on the edge of my seat reading this fic. (This one is rated Mature for swearing and adult humor)

And that's all for now, folks !! I have an absolute favorites bookmarks list on ao3 that you are welcome to peruse at your leisure as well, and I update it every time I read something that changes my life :) Happy reading, loves !!

[dadvans]

chick flick moments (bucktommy)

[i can’t stop thinking about tommy’s favorite movie being Love, Actually.]

Tommy hasn’t really talked or seen his family in roughly twenty years. His firefighting career has never been enough, if they were ever keeping tabs, to make up for his dishonorable discharge. And honestly, it’s been fine with him. His family has always been the suffocating kind of conservative and earning their love stopped being a hill he would choose to die on for longer than they’ve been radio silent.

Someone is keeping tabs though, or maybe the news of his recent heroics have a broader reach than he thought, because a few months after getting a medal for the cruise liner disaster response, someone reaches out. Tommy is hesitant to engage because he’s pretty happy without them in his life, but maybe at first it was a cousin or uncle, but that’s followed by one of his sisters trying to get into contact, followed by his mom, followed by his dad. And they’re persistent. Maybe they do want to make amends. And maybe he doesn’t need his blood family but there’s that tiniest part of him left that still wants that connection.

This is how he gets suckered into the most miserable Christmas dinner of his life. It’s not actually Christmas, it’s a few days before when the whole clan can get together, and it’s just as claustrophobic and awful as ever, every word spoken saturated in judgment and triple meanings that Tommy long since has lost the muscle to withstand.

Evan had wanted to come with him, said a whole bunch of shit about how they were PARTNERS, and how it could not be nearly as bad as his own parents were, but Tommy’s extended family holiday dinners are like a Los Angeles Miserable People convention crowded between the dining room and kitchen tables, and Evan’s still licking some wounds after surviving Gerrard’s brief yet nightmarish tenure back at the 118, maybe next time. This first round Tommy needs to do solo. So, Evan drops him off around the corner in the afternoon with a promise to come pick him up later that night.

Evan checks in with him pretty frequently, sending him stupid videos and things he finds on the internet, but Tommy gets hit immediately by some pretty barbed comments about being a grown man on his phone who doesn’t give a shit about the olive branch he’s being offered, so he stops checking so much.

Finally, halfway through too many glasses of wine and an early evening roast that make his memories of MREs seem like a pleasant dream, his phone starts going off pretty insistently. It’s Evan.

The doorbell is about to ring and i need you to be the one to answer it.

Well, that’s worrisome. He’s pretty close to the hallway though, so he types back: ok.

The doorbell rings. He shoves away from the table, waving everyone else back down. “I’ll get it.”

Evan is at the door. He has his phone out with a little plug-in speaker, and oh God, a stack of cue cards—

Unbelievable. “What are you doing.”

Evan enthusiastically hits play on his phone and as tinny Christmas music starts to play, holds up the first card: TELL THEM IT’S CAROLERS

He shakes his head. “Evan, even if they believed me, they would probably love that and would come check it out.”

“Tommy, who’s at the door?” His uncle calls from the dining room.

Tommy rolls his eyes and shouts back, “Planned Parenthood asking for donations!”

“Tell ‘em were eating dinner and to get the fuck out of here!”

Tommy looks at Evan pointedly, eyebrows raised, hands in pockets as if to say: well?

Evan flips to the next few cue cards:

I NEVER SAW THIS MOVIE BEFORE YOU MADE ME WATCH IT flip AND HONESTLY IT WASNT THAT GOOD flip BUT TO ME YOU ARE WORTH IT

“Evan,” Tommy says, softening.

AND I KNOW YOU THINK YOU ARE PROTECTING ME BY TELLING ME TO STAY HOME flip AND THOUGH WHATEVER IS GOING ON CAN’T BE AS BAD AS WATCHING LOVE, ACTUALLY flip OR HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS flip OR THE WEDDING PLANNER flip OR 50 FIRST DATES flip (I ACTUALLY LIKED FORGETTING SARAH MARSHALL) flip I WANTED TO CHECK IN

Evan fumbles the cards to the hand holding his phone to pull something out of his back pocket, a piece of paper he gives Tommy, before flipping to the next card: I MADE THIS RANSOM NOTE IF YOU NEED TO BE KIDNAPPED flip AND WE CAN GET OUT OF HERE

It’s easily the stupidest grand gesture anyone’s ever directed at Tommy. He looks over the piece of paper, words threateningly put together cut out from Evan’s copies of Food & Wine and Men’s Health. He nods to himself, smiling, then looks up at Evan who is cheesing back.

“Yeah,” he says, feels for his phone and wallet in his pocket, before dropping the paper to the welcome mat and stepping outside, ready to escape back home to the only family he needs.

[spidybaby]

I need more angst with Kylian please ❤️

"Do you like these flowers?" You ask him.

You have different flower books in front of the two of you. You are seating on his legs, trying to pick different things.

He's a little lost. His focus is on the big windows that shows the backyard of his Madrid home.

"I think I want this ones." You point at a very nice, simple but cute bouquet. "What do you think?"

His attention goes back to you, who seem to pass how he's lost.

"I love those." he says, not really knowing what he's saying. "I think they are the best."

You smile, happy that he picks the same thing as you. You two are on the same page on most of the things.

You close the book, sending a text to your wedding planner with the things you two picked.

"Do you want to take a bath with me?" he asks, hugging your waist. "I'll even add that bathbomb you love."

"I still need to pick some other things." You pout. "Wait for me?"

He nods. Trying to not look that disappointed. He feels like he was about to roll his eyes at how tired he is about all these plans and things.

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voguespain something borrowed and something blue can be spotted 👀❤️

kyksxjude this means the wedding is sooner than we expected 😭😭😭

bellaxy/n something blue like what? 🙄

k.mbappe ❤️❤️❤️

laminexfermin bro come to Barcelona

cr7thegoat @lamimexfermin shut up

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"Miss Lamari, what do you think about this?" You ask her. "My mom says it's cute."

She examined your hair. "I think you look amazing, love." she smiles. "It's all about you."

You smile at her, turning back to the mirror. You give your hairstylist a nod, indicating that the style was the one.

"I thought you were going for your usual Ponytail." Melissa says, looking at you over the mirror.

You turn to her, shaking your head. "I know this is a little out of my comfort zone, but I feel good on this."

"And do you think Kylian would like this?" she asks.

You were about to answer, but Fayza is quicker.

"Of course he's going to like her hair. He loves everything she does and wears." she says, hands on your shoulders.

You thank your future mother in law. You knew that many things were new for you during the process of planning the wedding, but you wanted to look good and to have a nice ceremony.

You want to have the best experience ever. Kylian and you were forever in your eyes. You wanted to seal the whole thing and enjoy the rest of your life with him.

"Do you." You try to formulate the question to Melissa. "Do you think he won't like my hair?"

She sighed, "I think he would like it." she began. She's trying to explain her point. "I just thought you wanted something more traditional to you and to your style."

You understand her point. You did want something more you, but also you wanted a timeless look.

Something your kids and grandkids will look and say < oh, I want this for my own wedding >

You want to be able to look at your photo album and say that you loved the hair, the dress, the makeup, everything.

That's why you were so into Kylian liking every detail, the flowers, the food, the cake, the venue.

It was something that he was supposed to enjoy and to like as much as you. Something to mark the beginning of your life together.

"You have your interview with Vogue for the wedding special. And then you can leave for your Bachelorette Party." your mom says.

Your mom was not that, but she was also your manager. She has been since the beginning of your career at fourteen.

You nod, ready to leave to where the interview will take place. You wanted to be able to finish quickly.

You thank Melissa and Fayza for coming with you to the makeup and hair trial. You feel happy that they were there with you.

Your mom and you drive to the location. Feeling anxious because you needed to go home and get ready for your own party.

"Hey, sweet baby." Anto says.

She's the boss of Vogue Spain. When she heard the news about Kylian and you getting engaged, she immediately asked you to do a Vogue Wedding Special.

It was going to be the first time Vogue in Spain did a wedding special, and they wanted you on it.

The whole city of Paris, the whole city of Madrid and both your fans were excited to get any details of the wedding.

The magazine was supposed to be out the day of the wedding. Making it the first edition that launches the same day as the wedding.

"Okay. I need you to tell me every little detail." she says. "Go crazy." she chuckles, making you chuckle too. "Let's begin with something simple but exciting. The engament, tell me about that day."

"Oh, well." You smile, thinking about that day. You began telling her the details, how you took it, how he planned it, or how he told you he did.

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voguespain @yourusername joined us in a before the wedding intimate session to share the details of her special day.

The Family of Vogue Spain is honored to open the Wedding Specials with such an icon. Someone who has been on many of our covers.

Thank you to Y/n for opening her heart to us ❤️

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Kylian reads the Instagram post you were tagged on. Liking the picture but not leaving a comment.

He's frustrated, tired, annoyed even.

It's not that he's second guessing the marriage. It's not that he's second guessing your relationship. It was the whole wedding thing.

He wanted something a little more private, but once your mother got her hands on the idea of a big wedding, it was a lost cause.

Originally, you wanted something like him. Private, and cute. But since then, your mother, his mother, and everybody else thought they have a say that's more important than his own.

He tried to talk to you. Many times where he tried to give you the hint that he's not comfortable with the arrangement of things.

You didn't catch it. You were focused on trying to make everybody happy. As a people pleaser, you wanted to be able to have your own vision and everybody's vision.

He turns to you, sleeping peacefully next to him. He smiles at the sight of you. You are his forever.

Something about the planning of the wedding feels off. He remembers how much you wanted to have a joined Bachelorette party, and now you had your Bachelorette, and he had his own.

The same with the rehearsal dinner. You dreamed since you were a kid to have something small and be able to eat home-cooked food, have some light drinks and enjoy the day before your big moment.

And that day is now a big shit show. He

He feels trapped. Is it really hard to be able to have a nice, small, and intimate ceremony with you?

The wedding was just about to happen. He was nervous because he didn't feel joy. He's stressed about you being stressed and conditioned to fulfill everyone's wishes.

Even if that meant leaving your own wishes out of the picture.

He feels numb, the day goes by, but his mind can't really focus on anything. Is that even a life worth living?

"Why are you so lost?" Ethan asks. "Are you nervous? Cause I'm nervous. " He confess

Kylian chuckles, feeling a little better about his day. Ethan always cheers him up. "I am." He says. "But I think it's normal to be nervous."

"Well, I don't know. I don't even have a girlfriend." Ethan laughed. "Maybe I'm not the right one to say if it's normal or not."

"Very smart answer."

They laugh at other jokes. Kylian feels more relaxed now. His brother was his band-aid. "Let's go out, don't let your bride wait."

He nods, smiling at the way everybody was proud of him for making you his bride. It was all a fever dream since the proposal.

They walked to where everybody is, saying hi to the people on the way to find you. You stood there, talking happy with some family members. Showing them the engagement ring.

He would kill if someone ever tried to take your smile away. The way you tell your family how you said yes. It was magical.

He was about to walk closer to you, but a hand interrupted him. "Kylian, care if I stole you for a moment?" You mother ask.

He nods, smiling at her. Even when your mom isn't his cup of tea, he respects her because she's your mother.

She walks him out of the party, someone quieter. "I want to talk to you before talking with my daughter." She says.

"Is everything okay?" He asks, worried. "Do you need help with something? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, don't worry about me, kiddo." She stops him. "I wanted to tell you first because I feel like you would be the perfect person to break the news to her."

"Okay?" He says, narrow eyes. "Tell me."

The Cheshire cat smiled she had made him shiver. "I got her to be on a very important runway. Like a life changing one. That means that you might have to delay your honeymoon a few months for preparation." She says.

He blinks a few times. Was he hearing her correctly? "You want me to tell Y/n that we need to delay our honeymoon?" He asks, not believing what she just said. "The honeymoon she always dreamed to have?"

"Oh, she's just a silly girl with dumb dreams." You mother laugh. "That can wait. This business can't."

The way he feels his blood boil is alarming. He wants to say something nasty, but he won't. She was still your mother.

"With all due respect, I don't give a damn about any stupid runway show." He smiles, the same smile she had just a moment ago. "Tomorrow, when our wedding party is over, we are flying to the honeymoon your daughter always wanted. Point blank period."

He walks away from her, fearing he is going to say something he will regret. He tried to find you, but first he needs to calm down.

He walks over to where your father and his are. They were talking about sports so he tried to act like he was joining the conversation.

"Care if I join you?" He smile at them.

They integrate him into the conversation. He feels the relaxation fulfill him, he needed that. They all chatted about different sport conversations. Normal boys talk, his mother would say.

His father excuses himself to answer a phone call. Leaving him alone with yours. "Ready for tomorrow?"

"Too late to regret it." He jokes, making your father laugh. "I'm very excited." He says more seriously. "I love your daughter, and I want to make her happy."

"You will, son." He pats his back. "Now, if you excuse me, I'll try to find my wife before the food is served."

He stays alone at the bar, drinking calmly his liquor. He's not a fan of drinking but tonight he need it.

"Why so alone?" Melissa asks.

"Calming the nerves." He lifts his glass.

Melissa narrowed her eyes. "Why are you nervous?"

"I just want for this showing and partying to be done. I just want to take her home as my wife, that's it."

He can be honest with Melissa, she has been there for him when he thought he was alone.

"Then why are you guys doing all this?" She points at the whole party. "Why not something simple?"

He sighs. "I wonder the same."

Melissa saves her opinion. She knows she's able to be honest when she's with him. But she prefers to just not be a party killer.

They chat for a little bit, just talking about dumb things. She wants to make Kylian feel a little bit less frustrated.

"Hey, there you are." You say, hugging his waist. "I missed you tonight." You joke.

He turns to where you are, grabbing your waist and smiling at you. He goes for a lip kiss and you went for a cheek kiss.

"Sorry, the gloss." You smile at him. You grab a napkin, wiping the gloss of your lips. "Done, come here."

You grab his cheeks, kissing his lips. "Missed you too." He says, separating for a moment and then going back for another kiss.

"Let's sit down." You say, pulling him to the table. "I order your favorite pasta." You smile. "Yours is a little bit more healthy, but as good as always."

He smiles, knowing that even when he's not the most comfortable with this party arrangement. He's happy that you care enough to get his likes above everything else.

The dinner was good, your parents gave some words, his parents did too. It was nice and calmed.

His friends were there, messing with him about life as a married man, how he needs to be home earlier, his phone always in hand. Jokes like that.

"No to shit on your happiness, but I'm just here because you are my friend." One of his childhood friends says.

"What are you even on?" Kylian laugh. "Why?"

"Don't pay attention to me." The friend laughed. "Just, hope you get better luck."

"I'm very lucky. Have you seen my fiance?"

"Dude, be for real." He says, shaking his head. "I'm not talking about her appearance. She's gorgeous. But Melissa mentioned how tired you were and nervous. You aren't supposed to feel nerves."

"Am I supposed to feel what?"

"Joy!" He shouts. "My ex and I. I was a nerve rack. I'm trying to calm myself with Xanax and shit. That didn't work. We didn't work. I let her have her way to the wedding. Her mom, better say. Then it was the kids who had to be as her mother said, the schools her mother approved." He scuffs. "Don't be that one."

"What are you suggesting?"

"Don't get married. If you don't feel the vibe, don't." His friend says, patting his arm, saying a goodbye.

Kylian was left speechless. The insecurities he felt during the past few days were fulfilling his mind. He didn't want your mother or his to dictate your life.

He didn't want to grow a family for him to not even have a voice on it. He wanted for it to be you and him.

"Hey, amour." You say, interrupting his thoughts. "Can I talk to you about something?"

He nods, a little lost.

You grab his hand, bringing him into a corridor, a little far from the others. "What's happening?"

"I want to ask you something." He nods, waiting for you to continue. "So my mom and I were talking." You began.

He wants to roll his eyes, just the line he didn't wanted to hear. "About?"

"She got me to be on this very important fashion show." You say happy. You wanted that show since the beginning of your career. "I know I should be focused on the wedding, but I wanted to tell you about it."

"That's amazing, bébé." He hugs you. "You'll have the best time. And even better, you'll be so relaxed when we are back from our honeymoon."

"About that." You interrupt. "Mom thinks I need to start training and focusing on this project as soon as possible. She thinks it's best if we reschedule our honeymoon." You say, hoping he understood.

He laughs, bitter taste to his mouth. "Not going to happen."

Your smile dropped. "But Kylian, it's only a few weeks, please.'"

He shakes his head. "No. End of story."

"C'mon, we rescheduled the wedding because of the Champions League." You remind him.

"No, we rescheduled the wedding because you had this Balmain campaign. It just worked with me because of the Champions League." He reminds you.

You nod. "I get it." You calmly say. "Just, please. This last time."

He shakes his head. "It took me months to be able to get these things scheduled. The trip, everything." He says he's angry but won't shout at your or anything. "I think it won't kill you to start after our honeymoon."

You nod. "Fine." You say. "I'll let her now. Just so you know, she will be mad." You lift your hands, walking back to the little remaining party.

If only you could hear how he thinks about not giving a single fuck about your mother's opinion on his decisions. You would die.

He's stressed again. Body tensing at how the whole thing is making him uncomfortable. It's okay to feel that way, but not for this long time.

He tried to calm down, moving back to the salon. He finds only a few people left. Your parents and sibling. Your friend who is on the wedding party. His family.

"Hey, Kyks." Ethan calls him. "Come say your goodbyes to Y/n."

He smiles, walking over to where you are. He kisses the side or your head. You hug him tightly.

"See you tomorrow at the end of the altar." You whisper to him. "Bye, husband." You giggle after saying that. Making him smile.

"Bye, love." He whispers back.

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You smile at the pictures in front of the chapel. You feel like in a fairy tale. Loving how everybody looks so happy, so calm.

You smile at your dad, taking some pictures with him and your grandmother. "Let's get inside." You say.

Melissa steps in front of you. Smiling awkwardly. "Don't you want some more pictures with your mother?"

You frown confused. You've been taking pictures with your bridal party, your siblings, your mother, father and even his parents and Ethan.

She grabbed your hand, taking you inside and to the side. Ethan noticed this and decides to get closer too.

"What's wrong?" You ask. "Is it the guests? There's not that many people? That's okay, we can start, I don't mind."

You don't want to stress. Today, there's nothing that can stress you. You feel such happiness that you don't mind anything going wrong with flowers, guests, and arrangements.

"No, sis." Ethan says. "It's Kylian."

You turn your head confused. "Something happened to him? Is he okay?"

"He's." Ethan tries to find the words. "He's not here yet."

Your smile drops, and a frown of confusion is now the expression you have on you. You grab Ethan's arm, looking at the time on his watch. "But we are thirty minutes late." You say. "Have you try calling him?"

Melissa and Ethan look at each other. They, in fact, tried to call Kylian. But he didn't answer any of them.

"Mom!" You call her. "Give me my phone." You order her.

You push your way to her. Grabbing her purse and taking your phone out. You hand her the bouquet of your flowers.

You look around, finding the room where the priest changes. You grab the tail of your dress, walking there.

You close the door behind you, leaving the people calling your name. You grab the phone with shaky hands.

What if something happened to him?

What if he got in a car accident?

You thought he wasn't going to answer the call. "Kylian," you say when you hear his breathing. "Are you okay? Where are you?"

"I'm at my château." He says, shaky voice.

"Oh, God. You are okay." You smile. "Did something happen to your car?"

He can't answer. He feels his heart breaking at what he's doing right now. "My car is fine."

"Then why aren't you here?" You ask, a little louder than you expected. "I don't mind that you are late. I'm always late." You joke, trying to make the situation lighter.

"I can't do it." He says. Dropping the bomb directly. "I love you with all my heart. I just can't do this. This is not the wedding I want."

Your heart sink.

"Are you crazy?" You ask. "Kylian, don't do this to me." You sob. "Is this about the honeymoon? Or the runway show? I don't have to do it. Just come."

"I'm sorry." He says. "I love you, but I can't do this. I hope you forgive me."

The phone call ended.

You stood there, looking over the window. The chapel where the wedding was supposed to happen was also the venue where the party was going to happen.

You look at the tables. The workers finish placing the flowers. The same flowers you two picked.

You take the phone away from your face. The screen is already black. You look at your reflection, eyes full of tears.

You hear the door opening, turning to see who it is and finding Ethan. The look on his face changes as soon as he notices your expression.

"He's not coming." You say.

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Yukari Ōba

Yukari Ōba is the exclusive fashion designer for MALICE MIZER. All of their costumes are her work.

People with titles like "planner," "editor," or "writer" often like to separate their jobs into small roles. As a result, some people end up with two or three titles and end up saying how busy they are. Among them i think the profession of designer is currently being broken down into the most minute distinctions. It’s not just about people who create design sketches, cut fabrics, or shape the garments—there are specialists in hats, accessories, knitwear, and so on. I can understand if someone with a foot fetish only wants to make things related to feet, but recently, something’s been bothering me. It starts with the question of whether it's okay to refer to Ōba-san simply as a "costume designer."

She’s responsible for the image of MALICE MIZER after their revival. Under the name of costumes, accessories, and hairstyling, she handles everything from patchwork to welding (pay attention to KAMI's hands this time) to even the stage props. Can we really call her a "designer" or "costume person" in just one second?

However, as I was agonizing over this, Ōba-san spoke enthusiastically, saying, "This part was really difficult, look at it! Oh, and here too..." She talked joyfully about how she changed the fabrics little by little and factored in lighting effects. She said with a laugh, "People often tell me, 'No one will notice you went that far,' but I love doing it." Through her words, I understood one thing: Ōba-san doesn't care what she's called, as long as she can create costumes. It’s her passion. That's why such lively, remarkable costumes are born from her work.

Mana

Mana had told me, "I imagine the feathers gently falling off!" (laughs). It wasn’t meant to change that much, but after making it, I thought, "I want to make it cuter," partly because too much of the legs were showing. I used a fabric called washer organza for the feathers, and also incorporated it into the underskirt, creating a tutu-like effect with about four layers to add volume. The pom-poms were something Mana brought in, saying, "I want to attach these somewhere," and when he attached them herself, she said, "It's cute!" (laughs). Actually, he also made the wig and chains with his own hands.

The butterflies on the wings aren’t real, of course (laughs), but I dyed each one individually. Even in places where it seems casual, there’s a lot of effort behind it (laughs). The fabric for the costume was something Mana requested, saying he wanted a luxurious material that looks like beads. I brought various options and he was especially fond of this one fabric because it’s very light. He even said, "It feels like I’m wearing nothing, this is perfect!" (laughs). It was a hit (laughs). As for the accessories, he said he wanted something with the feel of a wedding fountain with light shining inside it (laughs). I remade it several times to create something that bounces back when touched.

We also tore up light blue feathers and embedded them. We worked hard on even the smallest details that might seem like nothing at first glance (laughs). To make sure the guitar strap doesn’t get tangled, I discreetly made the wings detachable with Velcro (laughs).

Közi

Közi is someone who likes to plan everything from the start. When I first saw the design, I thought of a fiery phoenix, so I decided to make it based on that image. The fabric is the same as Mana's but in a different color. He said, "I've worn something like this before." This time, he wanted something that resembled a jumpsuit. Even though it has no elasticity, I went ahead and made it, but when he wore it, he said, "It's tight..." (laughs). Even though it was restrictive, he’s someone who enters the role through appearance.

The feathers on the chest were dyed with a gradient because I wanted to add that effect, but balancing it was tricky. While adjusting during the fitting, I mixed in red, which is his signature color. This jumpsuit also has Velcro to make it easier for the guitar strap to pass through. The accessories ended up looking very different from the design sketches because when we attached them to the sleeves, it made playing the guitar difficult (laughs). So, when we finished one sleeve, we decided to wrap it around his neck, creating a more luxurious design. The wings on his back are made from aurora film, which changes color depending on the light, appearing red or gold. The material is aluminum, making it very heavy, but the overall cohesiveness of the costume is strong, so he managed to play with it as it was. As for the strawberry hat, we added three-dimensionality using feathers, doubling its size at Közi’s request.

By the way, when he wears the costume, he’s 196 cm tall, from his shoes to the top of his head (laughs). All the members end up being around that height, right? So we make the inseam 100 cm. People always ask, "Who on earth is going to wear these?" (laughs).

Yu~ki

He had an image of a "beast" in mind, and even Yu~ki himself said, "This is quite an adventure." The skirt was actually his first try—a dress made of enamel, something we figured out together during the fitting process. It’s a double-layered design, with the back being longer and slits cut into it, creating this eerie look. The bones are designed to resemble human bones, adding shadow to enhance the effect. The back is made of two layers of umbrella-like fabric, with a sheer fabric sandwiched in between to create a shadow effect. At first glance, it looks like a single layer, but there's a lot of depth (laughs). In terms of time, his costume was the fastest to make because once Yu~ki decides on a design, he sticks to it.

Yu~ki, from the start, based his look on the initial image and always strives to get as close to it as possible. The hardest part was dealing with the enamel fabric's texture. Although we wanted it to look big, enamel has this shiny, slick look, so we used a technique like gathering to create a pinched effect, making it appear more three-dimensional, even under lights. This time, it's sleeveless, but the tattoos he recently got give it a good balance. However, it seems it takes quite a long time to paint his arms, which is a challenge (laughs).

Kami

For Bel Air, it seems that the design he envisioned was difficult to realize. This time, I adjusted the shape of the collar slightly upwards to make it easier to take off. Since taking off the costume was a concern, I incorporated his favorite Rurubar lace in two layers and embroidered it with CD sequins to give off a subtle shimmer, ensuring that the fans could see the light reflecting off it. The sequins were also added to the wings, inspired by his recent thematic focus. They create a fantastical effect, with a gradient from blue to purple as the light shines on them. The wings are the largest element, but they’re lightweight, which allowed Kami to say, "I want to perform while wearing them" (laughs).

For the headpiece, i dyed a cup and embedded black feathers as an accent giving it a mysterious shape that he can just throw on. Lately, he’s been wanting to wear a pink wig that he bought himself, but it’s a bit too intense, so I’m thinking of adding some mesh to tone it down (laughs). The overall concept was inspired by looking at an insect encyclopedia, specifically butterflies. Additionally as Kami insisted from the beginning, there’s a tail attached (laughs).

Gackt

This time, all the members wanted to have wings, so that served as the basis for the design. The members had very detailed requests, particularly Gackt, who was inspired by his favorite movie, The Crow. He wanted the outfit to highlight his beautiful body lines, so while the design is simple, it also needed to allow for movement. Ideally, I would have preferred a stretchy material, but I was determined to use cotton velvet, which has a dark and moody atmosphere, while also creating the effect of gold shining through the darkness.

The cotton velvet, combined with cut velvet, made sitting difficult for Gackt, but when the light hits it, the gold stands out clearly against the black backdrop. The wings, which he was very particular about, were designed in three layers. When closed, they fold up slightly, but when fully opened, they span 4 meters. For live performances, Gackt uses strings to control them, allowing the wings to spread open. The construction is sturdy, with hidden mechanisms for the strings, making the wings quite heavy. The wings were made using about four different patterns, and sequins were added so that when the light hits them, they appear three-dimensional. We used an incredible amount of feathers for the wings as well.

The end

[crystallilytarot]

Choose a glass animal. Your wedding day.

Pile 1 - bear

Oh dear, I think you need to make sure to hire a good wedding planner. And you need to relax more. Because it seems you will be very stressed, and honestly, maybe something won't be like you planned. Somebody is being late, they didn't bring the right flowers or maybe there will be rain that day. But the ceremony will be still wonderful. And I think after the ceremony, you will be a little more relaxed and you will start to actually enjoy your big day. The love is very strong between you two, and you will realize that that's the only thing what actually matters. In the end of the day, it will be a very good day, a beautiful wedding. And anytime you will think back with your partner, you will just laugh about that little things that didn't go the way you wanted, and you will only remember it like the best day of your life. Maybe with those misunderstanding, that they bring another cake or something, not what you ordered, in the end, it will be even better that what you planned. The guests won't even notice anything, don't worry. It can be a big wedding, or if it's not so big, it's still quite luxurious, everything will be beautiful.

Pile 2 - cat

I feel you just can't wait to be married, but also you are a little anxious. It's completely understandable. Your life will change a lot. But I think, it's just a little anxiety, you really want to be with your future spouse forever. Everybody will be very happy, your families will be maybe even a little emotional. The ceremony feels very intimate, very loving, maybe even something romantic. Like your vows will be touching. Even if there are lots of guests, it's still intimate. I think you will think about a passed loved one too, maybe even wearing something that belongs to them. There can be some pets too in the wedding or some pet theme decoration maybe. There are beautiful flowers, the sun is shining. Really feels like a romantic movie. You will feel like a star on that day. And after that little anxiety, actually you both will be very sure about that you made the right decision. You both will be happy and you just can't wait to start your life together.

Pile 3 - dog

It can be a wedding in a foreign country. Maybe your future spouse is a foreigner or you just want your wedding to be in a romantic or exotic place. And there will be some difficulties with visa or reservation. You can have your wedding in your desired place, but I think you need to make some changes. At first you will be a little disappointed with it, but the wedding will be still almost like you imagined. In that day there won't be anything wrong, everything is in their right place, everything will go smoothly. Maybe it's not a very big wedding, because it's difficult to travel there for a lots of guests. But the wedding still has a rich vibe, and I think especially your dress will be an expensive and beautiful one. Also expensive accessories, jewelries too. Having a wedding in this new place will be a good symbolism for the beginning your life together. It will be a whole new chapter, and you are a very good match with your future spouse. You will probably have an exciting honeymoon too.

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Jungkook fic recs 2023

In honor of Jungkook’s birthday, I want to share my ultimate favorite Jungkook fanfictions, that I’ve read this year 💜I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post 💜And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (💜)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | Dec (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂. 

⭐Two point Five: pt1, pt2, pt3 [series] by @bratkook // jjk x f.reader // handyman!jk, s2f2l // 🥵🥰

📝 Who would have thought booking a handyman from an app would lead to this. sure, you wish he’d mount you instead of just your television, but you could totally be friends. Right?

🗨️ This is also one of my all time favorites! 💎There is just something incredibly hot about handyman JK 🥵 It is so good, juicy, smutty and there’s comedy in it too! Please don’t be sleeping on this one.

⭐Caught Me by @jeongi // jjk x f.reader // roommate!au, e2l // 🥵😂

📝 You hate your temporary roommate, jungkook and it doesn’t help that he’s been catching you at the most inconvenient of times.

🗨️ This is a fucking MASTERPIECE 💖 I love the banter and comedy, how JK gets on readers nerves 😂 I love absolutely every fucking thing about this and don’t get me started on the smut 🔥🔥 🔥

⭐The Forgotten Spaces [completed series] by @oddinary4bts // jjk x reader // college!au, dancer!au + e2l // 🌩️🥵🥰

📝 You’ve been dancing on the same dance crew since your teenage years, and you finally have an important role in it. It feels like life is taunting you when your rival comes back after disappearing for a year, ready to tease you every chance he gets. Will the teasing turn into more, or are you going to take him down with you?

🗨️ This is truly a masterpiece! The writing is perfection and the characters have so much soul, dimension, hurt and love. It is exceptional 👏🏾♥️ you just have to read this gem 💎

⭐McD*ckin by @jinned // jjk x f.reader // slice of life, fast food worker!jk, customer!reader, s2l // 🥵😂

📝 “So, if I’m so predictable,” you tease, running your finger along his clothed chest, “what am I going to do next?”

🗨️ I’d like to order a McChicken please 🙋🏾‍♀️🥵💦 this was funny, and actually made me laugh like a freak at some points 🤣 also the second hand embarrassment 😳🙈 It really cheered me up. I really liked the ordering menu when reader arrived 🙈🤭 also the ending, which was unexpected for me, but I quite liked it because it wasn’t “super happy and lovey dovey” like most of the stories I read, but still open 😊

⭐The Wedding Planners by @gukyi // jjk x f.reader // e2l, wedding!au // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 Jeon Jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. Then your best friend Hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly Jeon Jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend’s wedding. And then, as if your life couldn’t get any shittier, you make the poor decision of sleeping with him on the first day of the job.

⭐In the Dark by @jksangelic // jjk x pjm x f.reader // threesome, f2l, mxm  // 🥵😂

📝 “I can’t get a signal on my phone, the car is dead, and I’m fairly certain we are out of matches.”

⭐Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates 💯 by @ot7always // jjk x f.reader // college!au, roommates!au // 🥰🥵

📝 What do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with Jeon Jungkook - S tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? Fuck him, you guess.

⭐Anpanman by @honeymoonjin // jjk x f.reader // bf2l // 🥵😂🥰

📝 Your best friend jungkook finally convinces you to seek therapy for your failing mental health. the only catch? the one therapist that’s within your price range is an alternative marriage counsellor, jung hoseok, and the only way jungkook managed to get you an appointment was by saying the two of you were married. will couples counselling actually be useful for your wellbeing, or will something that runs much deeper rise to the surface instead?

⭐The Boy with Galaxies in His Eyes by @oddinary4bts // jjk x reader // idol!au + fwb2l // 🌩️🥵🥰

📝 You had never thought the night sky could be found in someone’s eyes. That is, until you met Jeon Jungkook and his gravity pulled you in. Will he crush you with the galaxies in his eyes, or will you learn to explore his worlds and make them yours?

🗨️ It is a long one, but damn is it worth it! It will take you for the very best rollercoaster ride of your life. So if you haven’t read this yet, what are you honestly doing with your life? 

Borahae and happy birthday Kookie 💜 🥳 🎂 

[crazyunsexycool]

My little love

Chapter 36

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Word count: 3.0K

Warnings: Fluff city, wedding planning, pregnancy announcement, Lottie's growing up.

A/N: I am so excited about this chapter. It's just a bunch of fluff and fun. I also had the idea with Steve in mind for a while now. I'd love to know what you think about it!!

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“A dance m’lady?” 

“Of couwse.” Lottie takes Henry’s hands and they start to twirl around. She’s giggling as they dance around.

The ballroom you were looking at for a potential venue was huge. A bit too big for the small wedding you wanted to have but it was beautiful. 

“Thoughts?” The wedding planner you’d hired, Olivia, asked. 

“It’s beautiful.” 

“But?”

“It’s maybe too big?” Bucky says as he looks around before looking at you.

“Yes, this looks like we could fit 3 or 400 people. Our wedding is going to be so much smaller. And we’d like to have the ceremony outside.” 

“The ceremony space is why I picked this one out. Let me show you what I had in mind.” Olivia waves for you to follow her through long hallways. It’s almost a maze to get from the ballroom to the other side of the venue. 

“What do you think?” Olivia says as she opens the door.

It’s a huge greenhouse and while the flowers and foliage are beautiful, it’s not what you wanted. 

“Mama.” Lottie tugs at your shirt. 

“Yes, sweet Angel?”

“Not this one. I no see it.” 

That reassured you that this in fact was not the place where you would marry Bucky. You hadn’t really liked it to begin with but it was spacious.

“I agree. Buck?” 

“We’d like something different.” 

“Ok.” Olivia says. “I have three more venues we can look at today. What do you say?” 

“Of course.”

****

You drive all around looking at some possible venues but none of them seem to fit what you want for the wedding. This is the last one and if it doesn’t work you’ll have to go into the city which you don’t want to do. Henry and Lottie are also getting a bit restless.

“We’ll look at one more place and then we can do something fun.” You say as you unbuckle Charlotte and help her out of the car. 

She gasps as you set her down. “Oh mama, is so pwetty.” She says as she takes in the mansion in front of you. 

“It is so pretty.”

“This place looks great.” Bucky stands beside you, his hand coming to rest on your lower back. “It’s really nice.” He smiles.

Suddenly you’re starting to feel really hopeful that this place could be it. Olivia steps out of her car and calls you to follow her. 

“You know, most couples don’t bring their kids to these kinds of things. Are you wanting to make them part of the whole process?” She asks as you head up the front steps. 

“Yes, we would love for them to be involved anyway they can be.” 

“I’m sure we can find some other things they can be a part of, maybe cake tasting?” Olivia turns to watch Henry and Lottie nod eagerly.  

The five of you walk around the large home as Olivia points out areas that she would use and how. 

“Now, I know you want an outdoor ceremony but in case of bad weather we could use this space. What do you think?” 

She says as she leads you to a large living room. It’s free of furniture so Olivia explains the seating arrangement, where the aisle would go. 

“It’s a nice space if we had to do the ceremony inside.” Bucky murmured as he looked around.

 The room, while simple in color, was a great canvas to decorate however you wanted. A huge chandelier was the main feature of the room. Bucky takes your hand and pulls you to the front of the room. 

“This is where we would be standing as we say our vows. What do you think?” He asks with a loving smile.

“I really really like it.” 

“Well this is only the backup space. I’d like to show you the outdoor option.” Olivia chimes in. “It’s being updated but it will be ready way before your wedding date. Follow me.” 

“Mama.” Lottie gasps, wide eyed as she stops in the hallway.

“What is it, sweet Angel?” 

“I see it mama, is this one.”  She says bouncing on the ball of her feet. 

You beam at her and then Bucky who’s also sporting an excited smile. He takes your hand and the four of you walk out to the most beautiful garden you’d ever seen.

Your breath hitches as you step out to the garden. While some maintenance was being done, the garden was in full bloom with a variety of white flowers. The hedges were trimmed to perfection. It looked heavenly.

“I absolutely love this space.” Olivia says excitedly. “They only keep white flowers so we can bring in flowers in the color scheme you gave me to fill in the area. We could have an arch at the end with flowers and fabric draped down. The chairs would obviously go here.” Olivia explains with a smile. “Some rooms are also included in the contract so you could get ready here.”

“That would be great.” You turn to Bucky. “It would be less hassle getting the kids ready here too.” 

“So far this seems like the best option.” 

“Good because I want to show you where you’ll have the reception.” 

“Daddy, what's a reception?” Henry asks as you follow Olivia. 

“It’s like a dinner and a party to celebrate that your mama and I got married.” 

“Oh, can I go to the reception with baby?” 

“Of course bubs. You’re going to have a really important job at the wedding.” 

“Really?” Henry looks up, eyes wide with excitement. 

“Yup. You’re going to be the ring bearer. That means you will hold the ring mama puts on my finger and the one I put on hers.” 

“What about baby? Is she a ring bearer too?” 

“I take wings?” Lottie asks.

“No sweet Angel, you’re going to be the flower girl.”

“Sounds so pwetty. Can be flowe-uh girl.” 

Olivia shows you the huge ballroom. Like the rest of the venue, it’s perfect. 

“Now we have to test it out. Are you ready?” Bucky asks as he walks you back to the French doors that lead to the garden. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Just picture it. I’m in my tux, the room is decorated beautifully. You’re standing there as beautiful as ever, especially in your dress. Ladies and gentleman,” Bucky announces. “I’d like to present for the first time Mr. and Mrs. Barnes.” 

Olivia has the kids clapping and cheering so that you can get the full effect. Then Bucky leads you back toward the center of the room and pulls you into his chest. Butterflies took flight in your belly listening to Bucky calling you Mrs. Barnes.

“Now this would be our first dance.” He murmurs before he starts humming a slow tune. 

You’re looking at each other lovingly as you sway from side to side. Two sets of arms wrap around you and Bucky. When you look down Lottie and Henry are swaying with you. It couldn’t be more perfect. 

You both agree that this is the place you want. Olivia smiles again and heads out to make a few calls to get a contract for you to sign. 

“I can’t wait to marry you.” You look up at Bucky. 

“Neither can I.” 

In between planning the wedding there was regular family life and work. The shifts at the medbay and Bucky going on missions weren’t slowing down just yet. Lottie's birthday was coming up. This time she requested a tea party which you and Bucky happily agreed too. 

The truth was Charlotte was growing up so fast. Just a year before she was learning how to walk and talk. Now she’s more popular throughout the compound than even the Avengers. And just as a growing child does she changes all the time. From mannerisms to vocabulary, some of the latter really showing how much she’s grown. 

“I’m weady.” Lottie calls out from the top of the stairs. She’d chosen a pretty pink dress for her tea party. “Wook at my dwess daddy.” 

You and Bucky had been talking about the wedding when Lottie had called out and both your heads snapped in her direction. 

“What did you say, doll?” Bucky was in disbelief. 

“I said am weady.” 

“After that.” 

“Oh I says wook at my dwess daddy.” She says as she stops in front of the two of you and does a little twirl. 

When you look at Bucky you see tears in his eyes. 

“You can’t call me that.” He whispers.

“But you is my daddy.” 

“I’m your dada. You always call me dada.” Bucky says. 

“But am a big girl an big girls says daddy. An bubba says daddy too.” She defends herself. 

“I know doll.” Bucky picks her up and presses a few kisses to her temple and cheek. “But you’re my baby, you can’t be a big girl.”

“Daddy, I wanna be a big girl.” 

You chuckle as Lottie wrapped her arms loosely around Bucky’s neck. She gives him a beaming smile and Bucky’s too weak to say no. 

“Alright, I guess you can be a big girl and call me daddy.” He relents. “You look beautiful in your dress, doll.” 

“Tank you daddy.” 

Bucky puts Lottie down so that she can find Henry and show him the dress she has on. You hug Bucky as soon as you can. 

“I hate that so much. She’s growing up way too fast.” He says with a pout. 

“Next thing you know, she’s gonna come home from school talking about a boyfriend.” 

“That’s not funny.” 

You laugh at his scowl. “Let’s go celebrate our not so little girl’s birthday.” 

“This turned out great.” Molly compliments as she sits next to you on the couch. 

“Thanks. Charlotte is very into tea parties now. It just made sense to make her birthday this.” 

“Well you’re turning into a whole party planner, between this and the wedding. How is that going?” 

“It’s going well. We found the venue not long ago. Oh, now that we’re talking about it. How would you feel about being a bridesmaid?” 

“I would love to.” Molly gives you a half smile, half grimace. 

“But?” 

“We haven’t told anyone yet but it’s only fair you know. I’m pregnant.” She says in a whisper. 

“Molly, oh my god.” You exclaim. 

“Sshhh. You can’t tell anyone.” 

“I can’t believe this. I’m so excited. But why can’t you be a bridesmaid?” 

“My doctor wants me to be as stress free as possible.” She frowns a bit. “I would have loved to be up there with you.” 

“And weddings can be very stressful. Don’t worry about it. As long as you’re there and taking care of yourself.” You lean in and give her a quick hug. “Is there anything you need?” 

“No, I'm good right now.”

“Ok, I’m going to check in on the kids.” You smile.

“You’re going to tell Luke that you know?” 

“Maybe.” You giggle. 

“Go, it was his idea for us to tell you first.” 

You’re beaming as you get up and check in on how the others are doing. Eddie is playing a card game with Sam and Henry. Sophie and Josh are hanging out with Nat and Clint. You walked by and saw Charlotte with Olivia and Steve, talking to Duckie. 

“She started calling me daddy today instead of dada and I don’t think I’ll ever get over that.” You hear Bucky say. 

“Wait until she starts calling you by your first name. That was a fun stage with Liv.” 

“No way. I couldn’t handle that.” 

Luke chuckles. “Just imagine, ‘Luke, can I have a popsicle?’ Or ‘Luke read me a bedtime story.’” 

Bucky chuckles and shakes his head.

“Hey you two.” You walk up beside Bucky, letting him pull you into his side. “So…” 

“So?” Luke is looking at you amusedly.

You couldn’t help the excited smile on your face. Luke chuckles. 

“She told you.” 

“Who told what?” Bucky looks between both of you. 

“Molly’s pregnant.” 

“I’m so excited for you guys. Congratulations.” You pull your big brother in for a hug. 

“Thank you. We’re really excited too. Liv is over the moon knowing she’s going to be a big sister.” 

“Congrats man.” Bucky shakes Luke’s hand. 

“Hopefully you’ll be giving us the same news soon.” 

“Maybe after the wedding.” You say. 

**** 

The party continues for a while. You and Bucky both go around and make sure everyone is doing ok and have whatever they need before cutting the cake. 

Everyone gathers around the beautiful birthday cake Henry made for his sister. The room erupts in a loud rendition of happy birthday before Lottie blows out her candles. There’s clapping and cheering and Charlotte giggling at the attention. 

“Have another bite.” Bucky holds up the spoon for Charlotte. 

“Mmm, so yummy.” She murmurs before she walks away to where Olivia is playing. She goes back and forth until the cake is all gone. 

After gifts and some more games the party dies down. It happens just in time since Charlotte was losing her fight to sleep. You take her from Duckie, who Charlotte was sitting with, and start heading back to the house. Olivia comes with you since you had promised the girls a sleepover. 

Bucky had just slipped under the sheets of your shared bed and gotten comfortable. He was flipping through the pages of the book he was currently reading while you were thinking over the bridal party. 

“Did you ask any of the guys to be your groomsmen yet?” You turned to look at him.

“Not yet. I was going to do it tomorrow, why?” 

“Well Molly isn’t going to be a bridesmaid so now I have three bridesmaids to your four groomsmen.” You sigh. “I don’t know what to do.”

“What if I just ask three of the guys instead of the four I had planned?” 

“Maybe.” 

Bucky shakes his head. “We aren’t having this conversation again.” 

“Please let me have Steve on my side.” 

“He’s my best friend.” Bucky replied. “I’ve known him the longest. He’s literally my best man.” 

“But I’m his favorite best friend. It only makes sense if you think about it.” 

Bucky laughs. “It’s not happening. The only way it will work is if we cut him down the middle and share.” 

You huff a laugh before you get an idea. Bucky can see it with the way your eyes light up. 

“What are you thinking?” 

You had invited Steve over for coffee. The day was beautiful so you were out in the backyard watching the kids play. You and Bucky were working on the seating chart when Steve showed up. 

“So how’s the wedding planning going?” He asked as he took a seat. 

“It’s good. We have a lot figured out already.”

“Especially the wedding party.” You say with a smile. “But we need your opinion.” 

“Sure, whatever I can help with.” 

“I decided to pick Nat as my maid of honor with Wanda and Sophia as my two other bridesmaids. It was hard though, I wanted to pick both Nat and Wanda as maids of honor.” 

“I knew it.” Steve chuckles. “I knew you’d have a hard time choosing between them.” 

“Well I picked Clint and Josh as groomsmen but the best man was between you and Sam.” 

“Oh.” Steve’s smile falters a little.

You feel kind of bad for doing this to Steve but in the end it will be better. 

“After talking about it with Y/N I’m going to ask Sam to be my best man.”

“Yeah we kept arguing over who’s side you would stand on.” You start to explain.

“No, I get it.” Steve looks a bit dejected. 

“So we thought that you could stand between us instead.” 

“What?” Steve’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“You’re one of the big reasons we’re together.” You start to explain. 

“Since the moment you realized I was still alive you did everything possible to save me. And because of that I met the love of my life.” Bucky looks at you with a loving gaze.

“You’re our best friend and biggest supporter. We wouldn’t be here without you.” You add. “So we thought that instead of you being the best man, you could officiate the wedding instead. What do you think?” 

“You want me to marry you?”

“Yes. I think you’re the perfect choice. You know both of us so well and you’ve always been there to support us. We want you to have a special role on our wedding day.” Bucky says with a smile. 

“How would I even do that?” Steve asks. 

“I already looked it up and you can become an officiant online. So what do you say? Please say yes. It would mean so much to us.” 

“I would love to.” 

You jump out of your seat in order to hug Steve. There’s a delighted giggle that bubbles up as the two of you embrace. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you. The wedding is going to be so perfect.” 

“I’m just happy to be part of it and help you guys celebrate. After everything you’ve been through, this past year alone.” 

“I don’t think we could get married without you, punk.” Bucky is the next to hug Steve. “Seriously, this means a lot to us. Once Y/N said it, it made so much sense. Having you just as my best man wasn’t enough. You’re an important part of both our lives and having you officiate the wedding feels right.”

“Ok you’ve got to stop.” Steve blushes. 

“Just accept the compliments, Rogers. Now c’mon I’m gonna help you register and then we can go over a few things for the ceremony.” 

You sat back down at the table with Steve by your side. The three of you went over ideas and how the ceremony should go. The more you got done for the wedding the more excited you got. There were still a few things left to do of course but you were so happy at that moment. When you looked over at Bucky you could tell he shared your feelings. 

You were getting ready to marry your best friend and the love of your life. Nothing could be better than that. 

Ch. 37

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I’m gonna ask a bunch of narumistu shippers this but how do you think Iris would react seeing that happen? Also how would your dream Narumitsu wedding play out, and would pearl be invited? I just have so many questions! I also love your art!❤️❤️❤️

HELLO!!! First of all THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT you make me blush 💝

Now onto the questions. Y’all know i love to talk and answer these types of questions.

1) Iris.

I love iris and I believe that she truly wants to see Phoenix happy, and Phoenix views her as someone important to his life.

Phoenix was willing to swallow glass for her (and dahlia) and it’s hard to find someone that devoted to you. But i think they both realized that their time has passed.

Iris still holds her late sister in high regards despite everything she’s done, and Phoenix has grown up since college and become a more honest person. They both know that it wouldn’t work. Their directions in life have changed and Iris needs to do whats good for her and take some time to heal, and Phoenix needs to do what’s best for him and distance himself from the necklace incident as much as possible. But you know that will be harder to do and they still visit eachother as friends. Perhaps locked in a “in another life, perhaps”

I think Iris would be happy for Phoenix, and possibly even find a friend in Miles considering they have similar feelings of guilt. Maybe they accidentally run into eachother at group therapy and share stories!!!

NOW. ONTO THE WEDDING.

I truly and deeply believe in my heart that their wedding goes TERRIBLY.

First off, the proposal happens and Phoenix wants to propose but he keeps losing the ring due to hijinx and murder. He fears that miles is gonna get to it first, or possibly not even want to marry in the first place, but what he DOESN’T KNOW is that Miles has been TRYING to propose for SO LONG but hijinx keep interrupting him and he loses his nerve.

When they finally propose, it goes as swimmingly as you expect. Literally. They propose at the same time just exasperatedly finally and they drop their rings into a lake, only for our national hero LARRY BUTZ to jump out of the bushes where he was filming and grab both of the rings in mid air as he falls into the lake splashing them all with water.

Onto the wedding. Maya, Pearls, Franziska and Trucy create the worst team of wedding planners known to man. They all have different things set in mind. Where Maya wants to wing it, Franziska plans to perfection. Where Trucy wants to put a gag, Pearl insists on pure romance. Things get heated and it falls apart when they all separate to plan different parts of the wedding and it looks AWFUL. It ends with the venue being set on fire. The dream team then panic and have a breakdown, only for them to say “We’ve been doing this wrong. What would they want?”

They set up a beautiful venue outside, big enough to fit all of their found family. Its either near the courthouse or the gate-water hotel something sentimental and it’s almost perfect 💝

Now the ceremony goes, oh you guessed it: TERRIBLY.

Miles has worked himself into a state of pure anxiety and Phoenix has disassociated. They both can’t believe that this is actually happening. Larry is Phoenix’s best man and Gumshoe is Miles’s.

oh yeah and Kay is was Mile’s bridesmaid and Maya was Phoenix’s because they had both a best man and a bridesmaid.

I’d imagine Larry and Gumshoe go through the same exact thing that Max and Pascal went through from that one Tangled short where Eugene and Rapunzel are getting married but i can’t describe that here without just explaining the whole short so just go watch it here and imagine Gumshoe and Larry.

Anyways, the reception goes on even after “the ring fiasco 2, electric boogaloo” and then the power goes out before the ceremony completes. Screams are heard and the lights come on, and the Vicar is lying dead on the ground.

IT’S TIME FOR AN INVESTIGATION where EVERYTHING GOES AWRY. But luckily they got the best Legal and Detective minds this side of Japanifornia! So Apollo Trucy and Athena immediately hop into action. Miles and Phoenix are discussing what they saw in handcuffs, Maya and Pearl are attempting to channel anyone they can but nothing is working(?) Franziska is attempting to keep everyone in order so she can investigate and question, Gumshoe has the police force looking into it, Klavier and Blackquill are taking statements in a church confessional, Ema is taking samples, and all around it is a DISASTER: BUT

They realize after this fact that they have NEVER solved a case this fast ever.

(Turns out the Vicar had mafia connections and ex members of the clergy were planning to turn the church into a gang front but the priest wouldn't let them but took them in as his children regardless and a rival gang was involved it was a whole thing thats a story for another ask though.)

Anyways the whole thing had them thinking about all working together more often than not, and not only was a marriage planned, but more unions were planned and they had gathered new recruits to help change the law system of their country.

and then Phoenix and Miles kissed and they lived happily ever after.

All in all a disaster but it wouldn’t have gone any other way (:

[seancekitsch]

I'd be really interested in seeing what you'd come up with for the Wedding Planner au with either Lucifer or Blitz!

hehe i chose the less toxic dad for this!! reader is a succubus

“Really CharChar? A wedding planner from Lust?”Lucifer is exasperated as he comes down the stairs to the main lobby of the hotel, barely taking notice of his surroundings, “I mean, is that really the angle you want for your wedding?”

“Actually Your Highness,” you stop him before the rant can go any farther, and he looks up at you in shock at the new voice. Sheepishly, he greets you. Probably not a great first impression from him, but he’s royal, and you’ve been having to give this spiel to a lot of clients regardless of nobility.

“Since my boss and his paramour have gone public, they’ve decided to blend the whole love and lust thing. A man like yourself must know that often the two go hand in hand, right?” Maybe you’re laying it on a little thick, but oh well. You aren’t lying, he is handsome.

“I, well— yes, but,” He turns to Charlie, “Are you sure you want a succubus planning the whole thing? Not that guy the Goetia get every time?”

If Charlie sensed what he was getting at, she didn’t make any comment.

“Vaggie and I have already done several planning meetings with Y/n and we think she’s the best fit! She has all these beautiful plans, and she hand makes everything just like you!”

Lucifer perks up at that, and you bask in the pride. Your craft is important to you, something the king in hell has in common.

“Well that’s lovely! Never mind what I was thinking earlier,” there’s a bravado in Lucifer’s tone, and true excitement for the first time you’ve seen.

“I hope my being a succubus doesn’t taint our working relationship,” you say, both voicing insecurity and a warning to him.

“No, no,” he waves it off dismissively, “Anyone with Charlie’s approval certainly has mine.”

“Good! Because I want you working closely with Y/n to make all the decor! Put that workshop to good use!” Charlie’s voice is loud and over excited, but that’s to be expected of a bride-to-be.

“Hear that?” you tease him, a sly smile and a wink sent the King of Hell’s way, “We’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”

“I look forward to working with you, Y/n,” Lucifer says, ignoring the blush rising across his face.

The weeks leading up to the wedding move by in relative bliss. Drives to and from Lust and Pride while blasting music in the truck, long nights in Lucifer’s workshop where you not so subtly tease him, impromptu sleepovers with the couple at the hotel while going over plans and coming up with ways to go even bigger and bolder. Charlie and Vaggie are near perfect clients: a clear vision but up to being surprised, flexible and understanding, and extremely receptive to updates and changes in plans. You could not have gotten luckier. And your working buddy in all of this, Lucifer. Despite the bumpy start, you could not be getting along better. It seems insane to you that someone would leave a man so sweet and passionate. The pure desire to create that flows from him, the excitement he gets from making something tangible, the urge to help. Dare you say it, it’s more delicious than most forms of lust. You cannot help yourself when your thoughts drift to him, especially on long nights making decor for the ceremony and the entire hotel for the reception. It also helps that he’s very easy on the eyes.

I really need to give Ozzie a gift basket or something for letting me take this account, you think to yourself while using the side of your nail to wipe a little excess paint from one of the name placards for a reception table. You hold it up to Lucifer to inspect the finished piece, a smirk on your lips as he lights up with excitement.

“This looks amazing! Who’s is this?” he asks, fingers ghosting over it, careful not to muddy wet paint.

“Can’t you tell?” you ask, teasing him. There’s a beautiful golden crown and apple red swirls along the edges.

“Gee, let me think,” he pauses, pursing his lips, “Is it for the handsomest king in all of Hell?”

You laugh, and snatch back the placard.

“Careful, don’t let my boss hear that you’re gunning for his unofficial title,” you joke back, winking at Lucifer as you set his placard down with the others.

“Well it’s a good thing he isn’t here then, right babe?”

Both of your jaws drop in surprise, as if he hadn’t expected himself to let the words leave his mouth, and you certainly hadn’t expected him to flirt so openly. But you recover easily, it’s your nature.

“Oh, and why is that, Lucifer?” No Sir, no titles, just his name.

“Because…” he trails off, looks anywhere but you in the room, and then it happens.

His lips are on yours in a moment, his hands immediately reaching to cup the back of your head and pull you closer. Lust rolls off of him in waves, and you gladly swim among his tides. Your lips part to welcome his, to slot together two parts fitting perfectly as one. Lucifer’s tongue follows quickly, lapping at your lower lip then delving between them skillfully. He moans when your nails start to dig into his back, holding him flush against you.

And just as soon as it begins, it ends.

Lucifer pulls himself from your grasp, reaching for your hands to push them away from him. He tears himself apart as if burned; as if your kiss were venom from a snake.

“I- I- I’m sorry. This was wrong,” he stutters, wiping at his mouth.

“Excuse me?” you ask, genuinely incredulous. He was so into this, into you. How…? Why…?

“I mean, not you! It’s just I shouldn’t be with someone like—“

No, no you don’t believe it.

“Someone like me?” you ask, “Or a succubus?”

Lucifer stops his stuttering, a guilty look flashes across his eyes. Shame.

“That’s not what I—“

“It was,” you interrupt him, “It was what you meant. I get it.”

Lucifer stumbles over words, trying to save himself. But it’s no use, any fire between the two of you is ice now. The worst part is that you should have seen it coming, the rest of the royals aren’t like your boss.

You get up from where you were sat, gathering your finished work together into bags or boxes to load into your truck. Most everyone will be asleep by now, so no matter how hasty the exit there won’t be questions. You load everything, ignoring the protests and the help from the man, the pleading for you to stay.

“No, no, routes back to lust should be all clear at this hour, no thank you,” you insist, but you hadn’t been listening to him anyway. Even if he regrets it, it doesn’t matter. He had shown his true colors.

A gloved hand stops you at the door, turns you back towards him. Lucifer’s eyes are glassy, wild with what you would recognize as fear.

“Don’t worry, Your Highness,” you say, tone cold and as unfeeling as you can try to make it, “Everything will be perfect for your daughter’s wedding. You didn’t fuck it up for her if you were worried about that. I need to go.”

He doesn’t stop you from leaving.

You drive frantically in your work truck to the hotel, coffee sloshing in your travel mug in the cup holder, a sore substitute for sleep, of which you’re now on hour 40 of not having. And you know better, of course you do, but everything has to be perfect. Being down a pair of magical hands for the last week was a major hindrance, but it was also maybe your own doing. Lucifer had called; once a day for the past week. Had you answered, he would have probably helped you finish all of the decorations in record time, but pride stopped you from letting you pick up. After everything; how dare he? King or not, you’re not going to take that treatment. Asmodeus sets a high standard of treatment, he respects his employees as people regardless of status. Stupid me, you think, that the treatment you’re used to you’d come to expect. But really, it hurts a little that you were dumb enough to think Lucifer might be different. That your shared passions and clear attraction to one another could mean something and he wouldn’t be superficial enough to look down upon beings of his own creation.

Stupid, you think again, and banish the thoughts from your mind as you get cut off on pentagram freeway.

Cursing, you take that as your sign to pay attention to the road instead of your growing nerves and petty hurt.

The rest of the drive is smoother, your focus on the glittering lopsided hotel on the top of the hill.

You throw your truck into a lurch, skidding to a halt at the service entrance where already the happy couple is waiting.

“Ladies!” you shout out of the window, “I have everything we need in the back, hair and make up comes in twenty, photog in forty, they’re all my people and everything is going to go off with out a hitch!”

And true to your word, it does mostly. Make up takes double time on Charlie because the moment she’s shown a mirror she bursts into happy tears. And then they both need a touch up after their first look’s photoshoot. But you work quickly: by the time everyone is set up, you have the ballroom decorated, the balcony picture ready, the lobby transformed into a hellish dream venue.

“Hey,” Vaggie’s voice pulls you from your concentration on a centerpiece.

“Bride, I need you to get out of sight line immediately!” you command, acutely aware of what guests could and couldn’t see.

She groans and she steps back, farther into the ballroom.

“Look, I just wanted to ask if you’ve heard from Lucifer. Charlie’s freaking out because they’re scheduled for a family portrait soon,” she explains, and you see red.

“He lives here, does he not?”

“He’s not answering calls and she’s paranoid about leaving our ready room.”

You nod. You don’t blame Charlie. It’s their day and you promised everything would work out.

Your finishing touches are abandoned as you find yourself outside that big red and gold door again, this time without hot angry tears blurring your lashes. You knock on the door, frustrated and without rhythm.

“Your highness?” you call, and then louder, “Your highness! You’re needed for portraits with your daughter. Don’t make me spell out how bad this will be if you let her d—“

The door swings open before you can finish, and the face of a sullen man is revealed.

“We haven’t had a family portrait since…” his voice is barely a whisper, “I didn’t expect you.”

“I’m here for your daughter,” you sigh, and begin to walk down the hallway, moving faster only after you hear his footsteps fall in line.

The wedding ends up being perfect, musical vows from the two happy brides, what seems like an ocean of tears, enchanted flower petals flowing through the air, and all on schedule.

At the end of the ceremony you nod at Alastor and Niffty, your two points of contact with running the hotel side of this event, and they get the party started as hosts rather than employees.

This is always your favorite part of a wedding, the part where all the moving cogs fall in line. The vows are said, the toasts are made, the meals are eaten. All that’s left is to party. And thankfully, that’s all going smoothly, with Ozzie’s new tech programming the lights and music so it’s completely automated, and premade drinks on tap so the resident bartender can have a night off with his beau. Everything is perfect and the sleepless nights have proven fruitful, as evident by the two new happy brides swinging each other around on the dance floor.

You grip your cup to your chest, the heat of your pride contrasted by the icy cold of your drink. Songs drift from one to another as you sway in the shadows, fully enjoying the party but refusing to join in. It’s not your place, not until Charlie and Vaggie request you to lead them to their final photoshoot of the night, a “Just Married” pajama party.

You run through the timeline again in your head as you start to move your hips a little more to the music.

“Would you care to dance?”

The voice breaks you out of your thoughts, but you don’t even need to turn to know who it is. It’s the only voice that’s been in your head the past two weeks besides Ozzie and your own.

“I would, but I’m sure I’ll be left when you suddenly remember I’m a succubus decide I’m improper,” venom drips through your voice, and you turn away from his presence, clutching your drink hard enough that if these were glass, you’d shatter it.

What you miss, however, is the crestfallen look on his face as you move to a new spot to observe. You eye the lighting, flashes of signature blues and purples with spotlights intermittently finding couples in their groove. Your favorite of the personal touches you put on a wedding, one that from the look of it, Charlie is enamored with. You kept this a surprise from her, and now she keeps screaming in delight whenever she and her new wife, or any of their friends, get highlighted on the floor.

And had Lucifer not pissed you off, you would have actually liked to dance; The newlyweds are so cute they’re bringing out the sap in you.

“Do you need me to take that?” Niffty, who had refused your offer to take a night off for the occasion, sways tipsily as she gestures up at your glass.

“No thank you, Niff. I’m not done,” you tell her.

“Well, you’ll wish I took it later,” she slurs, with a knowing voice; one you almost don’t doubt. The sinner is crazy, but surprisingly safe at reading people. You only raise your eyebrows at her as she scurries away.

You hold the rim of the cup to your lips, not drinking. It’s merely a prop, something to look busy with so no one else comes to speak to you. It’s their party, and as much as you like these clients, you cannot wait to go back to Lust and gush about your exclusive knowledge of the infamous hotel, just leaving out the embarrassing part of somehow reading Lucifer’s feelings so wrong. You’ll get over it, if not through being a workaholic then by one of the clubs your boss manages. At least, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself while embroidering table cloths and arranging flowers and soldering their wedding arch together.

But not even a song goes by before Lucifer is back. Royalty, they never take the hint.

“I really need to talk to you,” he insists, “Please.”

“And if I say no again? Will you command me, Your Highness?”

His shoulders sag, as if defeated.

“I guess I would deserve that,” he pauses for a moment, gathers himself and straightens up, “But whether you talk or not, I’m going to say I’m sorry. I was nervous, and I hurt you. You don’t deserve that, no matter what you are. You aren’t wrong, I was.”

You turn towards him, eyebrow raised and urging him to continue. You don’t want to admit it, but this is working on you. He’s too cute; and honestly an apology is not what you expected from him. Maybe he is more than you thought he was.

“I shouldn’t have stopped kissing you, and I shouldn’t have made you feel less than. If I could, I’d like to make it up to you,” his voice starts to waver, and you decide to make him squirm a little more.

“And how exactly would you make it up to me?”

He steps forward, the bravado you’re used to coming back. Maybe this is a little mean, but there is some saying about hell and women scorned.

“I’d offer you a dance, and I’d be a perfect gentleman about it and if all went well and I don’t screw up again, I’ll try to ask you on a date,” Lucifer is now visibly nervous, his hands picking at the hem of his jacket.

“You wouldn’t try to kiss me again?” you tease, pouting your lips at him.

“Would you—“ he stops himself, “Would you even want that?”

You roll your eyes at him playfully and — dammit, Niffty was right, you want to get rid of this glass.

“Only one way to find out, hmm?”

He doesn’t hesitate, his lips immediately enveloping your own; a firm and meaningful kiss. An apology, a missed opportunity, making up for lost time. You and he both know you could have been doing this for a week now.

And that’s why you don’t hesitate to kiss back, clumsily fumbling the glass down on a table behind you before you grab at his lapels. The fabric balls easily in your fists as you kiss Lucifer eagerly, before dragging him onto the dance floor to join the others.

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

If it’s alright with you, Can you write wedding preparations with Auron?

A wedding in Bloom, along with panic.

Rook, felt weird. Not sick or anything but seeing the ring on their finger? Holy fucking shit. Auron proposed to them a few minutes ago, at a party after years of their relationship being public. Rook never though he'd proposed, they were happy! Don't get them wrong but....holy fucking shit.

"Oh my god we need to plan. What flowers should we do? Food? Cake? Guests? Oh God the THEME-" Gripping Auron's hand looking at him. The red head simply blinked, 'Why are they so worried?' Confusion was on his face.

"Dear, we have months to plan. And don't worry all will be okay. Trust me." Leaning down he kissed their forehead. Rook felt themselves calm down and smile at him, he always know what to say.

The night was filled of people congratulating them and getting side eyes from young people. Who wanted to get Auron for themselves, 'please like they had a chance.' Rook thought, everyone saw how much Rook was loved by him, the ring was just another thing they had.

"Rook, how about black and red for the colors? You do look lovely in red." Whispering to them in the limbo back to the penthouse. Holding their hand in his as he gazes at the ring he gifted them. Rook sighed, him and those colors! Honestly.

"Our wedding would seem Gothic. Not that I mind but what about traditions? Do you not want to see me in white?" Giggling they leaned on him. The happiness of a newly engaged couple coming over them.

"I'm not one for traditions but, the idea does seem lovely." Turning his head he kisses them. Rook giggled as they felt on cloud nine, today was perfect.

After getting to the penthouse the newly engaged couple talked more about their wedding. Deciding that tomorrow they will talk to different people to plan the wedding perfectly. Both got into bed and held eachother in their arms.

The next morning, Auron called a wedding planner. The newly engaged couple talked about what they both wanted. Auron, didn't have a lot in mind just that this was just making Rook his legally forever. Rook on the other hand had more details, they wanted the day to be special to both of them.

When thinking about the food, both tried thinking of combo's that would work. So the guests can choose one or the other. Meeting with someone who can cater to the wedding they flushed out more details.

Along with the guest list of how many people would be there. Rook would have more family on their part of the guest list. Auron was trying to see what business men he trusted enough to be there. Then decided no, just inviting his mother, Faust and Trish.

As they both talked more a smaller wedding with people they knew cared about them. Seemed even more comfortable for the both, they could have a big wedding but honestly they don't want to deal with the media reporting on their special day.

"Hey, what flower shop did you get my flowers from?" Questioning Rook looked up from their papers of color they could pick from. Auron, who was writing down a list of the guests to have invitations made, paused.

"From talk Floral. The owner is very kind and knowledgeable of flowers. Basically an encyclopedia of them." Placing his fountain pen down, Auron turned to his soon to be spouse. Having a smile knowing where this is going.

"Do you think he'd be able to do the flower arrangements? I know he's one guy and I don't wanna put too much press-" Rambling Rook's thoughts spiraled. Auron got up when they began, so sitting down next to them he touched their hand.

"Dear, if needed I'll get people to help him. Plus I think that would be good for his shop. Getting more recognition, I'll set up a meeting with him to see if he's interested in doing it." Kissing their forehead he then went back to writing the list. Pausing he then turned to Rook, who sighed and spoke before him.

"I don't know how I want the invitations to look like. Do we want simple or a design we both like?" Mumbling tbr last part Rook then turn grabbing a invitation sample page. Looking over the different designs and sighed again, just handing it to Auron.

"Why is there so much to doooo?" Groaning Rook placed thir head on the table. The headache that was small earlier slowly became bigger as they looked at different shades of red's.

Chuckling Auron placed a hand on their head, playing with their hair gently. That was true, all the planning was making their heads spin as they try to decide what they want.

"I know dear, but it'll be worth it. Personally, I never saw the attraction of have a wedding with someone. My baggage I brought into a relationship stopped me from even imagining it..." Whispering, Rook slowly turn their head looking at him. 'So he was doing this for me?' Smiling with tears they sat up and hugged him.

Auron welcomed the hug, then looked at all the planning stuff on the table before Rook. This caused his future spouse to look as well, then huffed and turn their head into the crook of Auron's neck.

"Let's continue later. I wanna take a nap with you. Well maybe eat first." Mumbling, acknowledging how hungry they were their stomach growled. Causing the two to laugh, slowly getting up Auron got his phone out and started calling their favorite take out place.

"Go get ready to lay down. I'll get your food, dear." Kissing Rook's lips he turned to order for both of them. Rook had a loving face at Auron, man they were so lucky to be married him. Ignoring the responsibility of planning a wedding they went to take a nap.