#the seven husbands of evelyn hugo au

[rmoony12]

Ok here me out -

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo AU.

I know what you think - Lily as Evelyn, James as her last husband and bsf (Harry?) which makes the perfect Jegulus/Jily/Pandalily (or Marylily).

But NO.

I think of Lily as Evelyn, Remus as Harry.

Sirius as his secret boyfriend who dates with Mary, who is secretary dating Lily.

I didn't though of all of it but I think it's perfect.

Although I don't really like Marylily, I prefer Jily but then it ruins the queerness of the story.

And there's the hero right? The one interviewing Evelyn and her dad had dated Harry? So there's that to work with too.

Idk pls develop this and lmk when it exists.

[anything-4-0ur-moony]

ok ok ok, i cannot and should not write but i have this au that i CANNOT get out of my head

ok so, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo pandalily fic

lily is evelyn, pandora is celia, reg is harry cameron (lily and reg’s friendship is so important to me, you don’t understand), james is harry’s football boyfriend (i think his name is john??)

the husbands:

idk who ernie is, probably some oc

snape is don adler (getting her into the acting scene the way snape introduced lily to magic)

a prewett is mick riva

kingsley is rex north

reg as harry

benji is max girard

and then obviously evan is robert (since he had some other partners maybe we have some background rosekiller)

harry is connor (duh)

monique is teddy lupin

remus is teddy’s dad (moniques dad dies in the car crash that kills harry cameron)

tonks is teddy’s mom

(are you seeing where i’m going with this with the moonwater after james dies)

we are gonna pretend lily and petunia aren’t sisters (or they can be if you want a bunch of angst) and petunia is gonna be ruby (she marries don after him and evelyn break up, i recently heard about snape x pet and im lowkey obsessed)

dumbledore is ari sullivan (he was that super creepy film director)

idk where the other marauders fit into this but that’s why i’m not the one writing this

[bowiesversion]

my next fic idea is a Maruders, Jegulus 7 husbands of evelyn hugo au... HEAR ME OUT

Regulus as Evelyn, James is Cecilia. Remus as Harry Sirius as John

I COULD SEE IT, AND I REALLY WANT TO WRITE IT NOW

[sometimes-petty]

I’ve spent the past few days researching everything I can about Rhaenyra Targaryen. Born Renée Targan, her life—at least the version on record as of now—is enough for ten soap operas. There’s the early marriage to security guard Criston Cole that ended in divorce when she was eighteen. Then the studio set-up courtship to Harwin Strong. The beautiful love story of her life with Laenor Velaryon and the birth of their three children. Their heartbreaking divorce and her very quick marriage to her far-enough relative Daemon Targaryen. The rumors that she left him and took her now six children with her because he beat her. And her marriage to financier Gwayne Highton, rumored to have at least been inspired by Rhaenyra's desire to spite former costar—and Gwayne’s sister—Alicent Hightower. All of her husbands have passed away, leaving Rhaenyra as the only one with insight into those relationships.

[eskawrites]

okay i'm finally reading the seven husbands of evelyn hugo and @ anyone who's ever left a comment on the cfdau saying it reminds you of that book--yeah. you right. i get it. i can see it

[reggie-black-is-my-gender]

We’re is the Pandalily seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo AU? Like Jegulus as the beard husbands and these lovely ladies taking to the screens?? Babe??

[rotisseries]

I'm so unbelievably susceptible to the famous secret relationship trope it's unreal actually

[overfeeler]

Celebrating (g)i-dle new comeback

Shuhua as Evelyn Hugo from Taylor Jenkins Reid’s novel Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

[crowpricorn]

Of shooting stars and chipped teeth

Jesper knows that if he wants to become a movie star, and he wants to, he can't get anywhere from a fucking farm lost in the endless Zemeni countryside. So, marriage after marriage after losing himself to the rush of Ketterdam's film industry, he shoots through the night sky like a twinkling (or rather burning) star.

[The Seven Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo AU, or: Jesper Fahey's Seven Weddings]

chapter 7 (honest, stubborn, kind-hearted Wylan Hendriks)

Summary:

Wylan leans back from where he was pressed chest to chest with Jesper, and stares down at him with a grin plastered on his stupidly attractive face. "Jesper Llewellyn Hilli-Fahey," he gasps, feigning shock. "Are you suggesting we fall in bed together before tying the knot? How outrageous, how—" Jesper shuts him up with a kiss that turns into giggles that turns into a trial of giggly kisses. 

[ ch. 1, ch. 2, ch.3, ch.4, ch.5, ch. 6, ch.7 ]

[suzysletters]

work in progress and open to thoughts/suggestions/comments: a wolfstar seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo piece

[marcescet]

really thinking about writing (or if it already exists pls send me a link) a seven husbands of evelyn hugo but like supercorp’s version.

[loquarocoeur]

No but the vibes!!

Thinking about the time I made this reel

God it's so bad, I'm tweaking out 😭😭😭

[screampied]

hi vegas how are u!!!!!! i was curious, are there any fics (like porn WITH plot kinda fics) that you would DIE ON A HILL for? i've been on this fanfic kick lately and after reading every single one of ur DELICIOUS works i need more!!! love u and ur writing sm i hope you have the best day/night <3

hi nonnie im doing okay !!!! i hope you’re doing well also 🙂‍↕️🫵 ack ur so sweet thank u sm u too :’) FUCK YEAHHHHHH. i probably don’t have many but i can name a few of my fav pwp driven fics for yew !!!!

AU REVOIR, O HEAVEN by @satoruhour is literally chef’s kiss. noooo joke reading that entire fic from start to end was like i was watching a movie. YOU GOTTA READ IT. veryyyy immersive, and there’s a follow up part two which tops the cake !!!!! this is literature right here mmmngh

DYING FOR YOUR LOVE by @staryukis was an INSANEEEE READ. i love a good zombie! au ‘n if ur into stuff like that this is totally up your alley. also the ANGST IS TOP TIER. i genuinely read this in one sitting and it DIDNT DISAPPOINT. logan has a masterlist i believe for more works like these id rec also !!!!

HEARTSTRINGS & BULLETS by @sttoru IS A MUST READDDDD. i literally got hooked on the first chapter, the tension build up is amazing. toji ‘n reader getting introduced to each other — the difference in personalities, I LOVED IT. literally once you start, it’s immersive and the flow is YUM. again, also felt like i was watching a movie / netflix show. karina also has a masterlist for this series i’d rec checking out for more !!!

FIVE HUSBANDS by @kingkonoha are you kidding. the way the endings of each chap would have me off the edge of my SEAT. this is an attack on titan! au and i think tay said it’s based off the book ‘the seven husbands of evelyn hugo’. this series is soooooooo good, i literally live for the drama. it’s completed, and i can’t wait to give it a reread bc it’s AMAZING.

these are all i can think from the top of my head for now !!! 🏌️‍♀️

[amethystdraw]

Radioapple fem AU based on the book The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, with Alastor as Celia and Lucifer as Evelyn ✨️

[localgaysian]

Lady Glinda Upland of the Arduennas, formerly known as Glinda the Good Witch, spent the beginning of her career as a mouthpiece for the now-controversial Wizard of Oz, then transitioned to civil service after his abrupt departure in the wake of the Wicked Witch of the West’s death. During her long and illustorious career, she has championed Animal rights, campaigned for retributions for those affected by the Quadling Uprisings, and collaborated with the Vinkan people to improve infrastructure in their homeland. Her marriage to Lord Chuffrey produced no children. Famously private, the early years of Lady Glinda’s life and career are shrouded in rumor and speculation, innuendo and outuendo. She has notably refused to speak about her connection to the Wicked Witch of the West.

Until now. 

On the eve of her retirement, Lady Glinda sends an invitation to a young, struggling writer.

To hear the entire story.

To know the whole truth.

Canon Divergence AU (loosely) based on The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo (AO3 link here). Galinda Upland/Elphaba Thropp. Work in progress (currently around 20k words and 5 chapters).

[pascalispretty]

arrangement

Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings/Tags: 1950s AU/Golden Age of Hollywood AU, arranged marriage, implied bisexuality, brief references to period typical homophobia

Summary: Tabloid gossip threatens to derail your promising film career. Luckily the studio has a solution; they've arranged for you to marry their Academy Award-winning screenwriter, Javi.

A/N: written for the @pedrostories Secret Santa event for @wardenparker! Arranged marriage and period drama from your prompt list really inspired me, as did rereading the Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo. Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year! (ao3)

“You’re not serious.” Your glass is raised halfway to your mouth; it’s only when the beads of condensation start to soak through your gloves that you remember it at all. You set it down on the desk and concentrate on peeling the soaked silk off your hands. It’s late and it’s New Year’s Eve – nobody is going to be looking at your hands anyway.

“I know it’s not ideal, kiddo-” Jack starts. As producers go, he’s pretty good. Or rather, he knows how to make a picture and he’s never bargained blowjobs for better parts, which makes him a damned saint by Hollywood standards.

“Not ideal?” You snap, abruptly cutting him off. “You know the rumours are horseshit. As soon as they see me as Cathy-”

“You’ll never play Cathy if you don’t wise up and listen to what I’m telling you. The studio isn’t pleased, kiddo.” Jack stubs the end of his cigarette out aggressively in the ashtray, grinding it against the glass with rather more force than is necessary.

You wait as he flicks his cigarette case open and lights another. The tension in the room is almost as thick as the smoke hanging hazy in the air. Jack sighs deeply, and pushes his hair back from his forehead.

“Look. I love you. The studio loves you. The studio spent a lot of money turning you into a bona fide movie star. And you playing Cathy, well. That’s Oscar potential right there, baby. But-”

You open your mouth to argue, and he cuts you off with a wave of his hand.

“But the studio will drop you faster than you can blink if people think you’re a lesbian.”

You’re glad you put the champagne down; you might have dropped it otherwise to hear that word fall from his mouth. The knot of anxiety in your stomach that’s been there since the photos were splashed on the cover of Hush Hush feels like it grows three sizes.

It had been innocent enough. Her hand on your back, where your dress dipped low and left your shoulderblades exposed. It’d hadn’t stopped the tabloids from running with it, running any photo of the two of you they could find and writing articles full of thinly-veiled innuendo.

“I’m not. The rumours are-”

“Not going away. I’m sorry, kiddo, really. I know you’re not so hot on getting married again after Marcus died.” It’s an understatement. You never used your married name at work, but you found yourself signing a cheque only yesterday with ‘Mrs M. Pike’. You force yourself to smile.

“So does the studio have a candidate in mind? Some prized stud?”

“Yes, actually. You know Javi? He adapted the script for Agamemnon, and he won the Oscar last year for that comedy with the Coppola kid?” You do know Javi. You’d met him when Agamemnon was in production, your first serious role. He’s handsome, you can’t deny that. You’d seen his soft brown curls and big dark eyes at the table read and wondered which part he was playing, before he’d been introduced as the writer.

And kind, too. When Marcus had died ten days into filming for Agamemnon, he’d sent flowers with everyone else. He’d also written you a letter, short but kind, offering to bog the director down with rewrites if you wanted more than a weekend off to grieve. You hadn’t taken him up on it, but the gesture had stayed with you.

“And he agreed to this? Or are you springing an arranged marriage on him tonight too?”

“He agreed. He’s ah- he’s in a similar predicament to you, kiddo. Tabloid trouble, rumour mill keeps on churning. It’s not the worst thing in the world, is it? This way, you can help each other out for a year or so, stop the rumours, and quietly split once they’ve moved onto their next target.”

You hate that Jack sounds pretty convincing right now. When he’d sat you down and told you the studio wanted you to get married again, you’d imagined some portly producer older than your father, or another actor who was only interested in women because he hadn’t figured out how to fuck his own reflection.

“I wanna talk to him about all of this. And if we’re on the same page…” you let yourself trail off as Jack’s grin gets wider.

“You’re a star, baby. A bona fide star. Just you wait, you’re gonna have your pick of projects.” He picks up the phone on the desk and waves you away. “Go, go have fun at the party. Javi’s down there somewhere if you wanna talk to him.”

You give him a wave back, and let yourself out of the office before you can change your mind. Half of Hollywood seems to be ringing in the new year at Jack’s sprawling house in the hills. You descend the stairs into the press of bodies, a fresh glass of champagne appearing in your hand as if by magic.

The party has spilled out onto the deck, guests hanging in clusters around the pool. A few brave souls have even shed their party clothes and dived in, splashing about in their underwear. You ignore their urging for more people to join them, focusing on picking Javi out of the crowd.

It takes you two laps of the party before you find him.

He’s standing over by the bar, deep in conversation with a man you recognise as one of the composers at the studio. You take a long moment just to observe him. Your future husband.

There could be worse husbands, you suppose.

He really is quite handsome. He’s wearing a dark green suit tonight that screams understated wealth, and his curls have been tamed and combed back for the night. Whatever he’s talking about, he’s passionate about it, gesturing with his hands and smiling broadly whenever he isn’t speaking.

You wish you’d thought to glance in a mirror before coming to find him. You’re wearing Dior, a dress that had made you feel like a goddess when you’d put it on earlier. Now, after hours of drinking, and your time spent fretting in Jack’s office, you’re no longer certain you look quite so regal.

Before you can dash off to find a mirror somewhere, Javi spots you.

He flashes you one of those lovely smiles, seeming entirely genuinely pleased to see you. When he waves you over, you go. The composer rolls his eyes fondly and melts back into the crowd, leaving the two of you alone.

“Hello.” It feels like an inadequate way to greet your future husband, but you can’t think of anything else. Javi’s the one who’s good with words; you’re just good at repeating them.

He beams at you, completely unbothered by your unoriginal introduction.

“Hello yourself! It’s been a hot minute.” He leans in to kiss your cheeks in greeting. Even though his skin barely brushes yours, it still makes your face feel warm as you imagine other kinds of kisses from him. He smells wonderful too, an expensive cologne that’s present without being overwhelming.

“I hear you’re up for Wuthering Heights. It’s a great part,” Javi says, shoving his hands in his pockets. “The way Jack tells it, you’ll be a shoo-in for the Oscar again.”

“Ah, well, I think you’re the expert on those now. You’re the one who actually won the damned thing.” Most men in Hollywood would take the opportunity to springboard into a monologue about their work; Javi waves you off bashfully.

“I got lucky. Nicky was a great guy to build the story around.” It seems to come from a place of real humility. You’ve seen him at table reads, filling in for uncast parts; you don’t think much of his acting ability. He might just be the genuine article. It’s impossible enough to find in this business, but you find that you want badly to believe it’s true; that he really is as humble and genuine as he seems.

“I’m glad I found you. I was looking for you,” you tell him, stepping in closer. Your heads are bowed conspiratorially together; if nothing else, it’ll give the other partygoers something to talk about, you suppose.

“Oh,” he says, his eyes softening. “Jack spoke to you?”

You dive in headfirst, not knowing how else to proceed.

“He did. I said- I told him I wanted to talk to you first.”

“Well I’d hope that the fact you haven’t thrown your drink in my face means you don’t hate the idea entirely.” There’s that smile again. It really is a shame he’s more comfortable behind the camera.

“I don’t. Jack mentioned you were in a similar…situation. And that we might come to an arrangement.” With no specifics from Jack, you don’t want to push. He could be in the closet; he could also have just been caught with a joint at the exact wrong moment by the exact wrong person.

“I’m not as flawless as the studio would like me to be, no. But it doesn’t- we don’t have to go so far as marriage, if you don’t want to. It was just an idea.”

“Come and dance with me.” When he looks at you blankly, you laugh. “Come dance. Unless you can’t. I’m not sure I wanna be talking marriage with a man who can’t dance.” You keep your tone light, teasing. With an affectionate roll of his eyes, he sets your drinks down on the side before taking your hand, guiding you towards the dancing couples.

It’s the first time you’ve held his hand, and you’re struck by just how large it is compared to your own. He’s soft and warm here too, though you can’t help but notice a nick on one of his fingers.

“That’s pretty nasty for a papercut,” you say, tapping the skin just below the cut.

“Ah, I was wrestling with my typewriter earlier. One of the keys jammed.” The two of you find yourselves on the outskirts of the dancefloor, far enough away from the press of other couples to carry on speaking. Javi brings his free hand to rest on your waist, and yours finds his shoulder as you begin to sway in time to the beat.

“I know you might not be so wild about marriage after Marcus,” he says softly. The tender look he’s giving you makes you want to weep; in a strange way, it reminds you of Marcus.

“It’s been nearly two years. I’m not…completely opposed.” After all, it’s not like Marcus would want you miserable and moping for the rest of your life, you are certain about that. And you like Javi, in spite of yourself. He’s handsome and kind and warm. Any girl would be lucky to marry him.  

“We wouldn’t be the first couple in this business to get married because the studio said so.” Javi looks around the room, glancing at the other couples moving around the dancefloor. “There’s probably more than one…arrangement just in this room.”

“It’d help to really sell it, if we got married. You can move in with me, if you like,” you say impulsively. “But I’d prefer if you were in the guest bedroom at first.”

“That’s absolutely fine.” The song changes, but the two of you keep swaying aimlessly. There’s a long pause as Javi looks searchingly at you.

“Can I be honest?” Javi says, adjusting his grip on your hand. “I was – I’m glad it was you, that Jack suggested.”

“Oh?” You can’t help leaning in. His other hand slides a little higher up your back, between your shoulder blades.

“I think you’re the cat’s pyjamas,” he says, smiling softly. “You always noticed me, on set. Asked me questions. The lead of the whole damned picture, just lost your husband, and you think to ask me how my day is going. And that’s not even getting into how talented you are, how beautiful-”

You feel lightheaded, like you’ve drunk a bottle of champagne all in one go again.

“Oh Javi, baby. Do you like me?” You tease, a smile spreading across your face. He seems flustered again, and you take your hand off his shoulder to cup his face.

“I quite like you too. You’re handsome and kind and you know how to put a sentence together. Women have married men for a lot less.”

Before you can overthink it, you kiss him.

A lot has been written about your kisses. The kiss you shared with Don Adler in Agamemnon won some sort of award, and you have an article framed on your vanity about your lipstick choice at the Oscars.

This is different though.

After the smallest moment of uncertainty, Javi kisses you back. Any hesitance you might have melts away as you lean into the embrace. You kiss him more firmly, more boldly. His hand on your back presses harder, holding you closer against his body. A feeling of warmth blooms through you, like settling into a perfectly warm bath after a long day.

More than anything, it just feels right.

You’re not sure how long you kiss before you break away. Javi cradles your jaw in his hands, the pad of his thumb resting lightly against your lower lip.

“You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.”

“You didn’t write that one,” you say with a smile. He laughs, a sound so lovely and warm that you immediately want to make him laugh again.

“Give me time. I’ll write your next leading man a hell of a monologue about the shape of your lips alone.”

“You promise?” You catch at the lapel of his blazer, running your fingertips against the fine fabric. Based on everything you know about him, Javi seems like a man who keeps his word.

“I do.”  

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