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[honeyedmiller]

A Burning Desire part four

firefighter!joel miller x f!reader

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rating: 18+, minors dni

warnings: joel miller au, reader's family members finally get names in this, a whole lotta tooth-rotting fluff, sexual innuendos, sexual tension, your (fictional) brothers are a pain in the ass, reader has a nickname given by the brothers, smut (unprotected piv, f!oral receiving, fingering, body praise, quick handjob), no use of y/n.

word count: 9.2k (i'm so sorry)

a/n: sorry it took forever. life has been so hectic after graduating. thank you for sticking around <3

synopsis: you and joel take a road trip to san antonio for your sister’s wedding, and with feelings at an all-time high, you find it nearly impossible to resist each other.

“So what time are you and Joel leaving tomorrow?” Your sister asks on the other end of the line. 

Tomorrow was the rehearsal dinner for her wedding, and you had to drive out to San Antonio. Joel promised you countless times that he was more than happy to accompany you to the wedding, even though you warned him countless times about your family. 

“Probably around ten. He’s spending the night tonight so we can just get ready and leave in the morning.” You’re folding the last of your clothes to pack, phone tucked between your shoulder and ear as you mentally double check that you have everything you need in your suitcase. 

“Okay, good. Mom’s kind of upset that she hasn’t met this ‘mystery man’ as she calls it. She’s been dying to know all the details.” 

You roll your eyes and sigh, already knowing this weekend was going to be absolutely exhausting dealing with everyone. 

“She’ll literally meet him tomorrow. I kept our relationship at bay because of how she gets. Not to mention Andrew and Cole, and god knows what they’ll say to Joel tomorrow.” 

Your sister laughs, “That’s true. Can’t imagine they won’t harass him about treating you right. I’ll make sure to keep them in check.” 

“Em, you know they will. They hovered when Christian and I broke up.” 

“I know. But Joel’s a good man. The whole family will love him.” 

“I really hope you’re right.” 

“Always am. Call it big sister’s intuition.” 

“Funny.” You scoff with a smile, closing your suitcase. 

“I know. Hey, Josh and I have to talk to the wedding planner about a few last minute details. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” She says. 

“See you tomorrow, Em. Love you.” 

“Love you too!” 

The line goes dead and you sigh, tossing your phone onto your bed. You were trying to mentally prepare yourself for the hellfire you were going to receive after keeping Joel a secret for awhile. You looked at your bedside table and the alarm clock on top of it, red numbers blinking at you to remind you you still had a few more hours until Joel would be coming over. 

Nerves settled in about him meeting your family, but nobody could resist Joel and his Southern charm. You couldn’t help but fantasize that your whole family loved him, welcoming him in with open arms. God, you hope that was the case. 

-

You killed time by cooking some dinner and watching some more of The Bachelor, feeding into the drama of the show. You were so invested that you almost didn’t hear the knock on your door. 

The feeling of giddiness took over your body as you opened the door, revealing your boyfriend. He had a small smile on his face, but his eyes were tired. 

“Hey baby,” You say, stepping to the side for him, “C’mon in. I made us some dinner. Figured you could eat after your shift.” 

Joel groans in appreciation. “Thank you darlin’.” He sets his bag down and closes your door, locking it before wrapping his arms around you. He buried his face into your neck, breathing in your scent for a minute. 

You could sense something was wrong, but you didn’t want to push him about it. Maybe a little shove wouldn’t hurt, though.

You run your fingers through his soft curls before turning your head to the side to kiss his neck, separating yourself from him for a brief moment. 

“You okay?” Worry was evident in your voice, and he couldn’t help but melt at the concern written all over your face as you took his in between your hands. 

He nodded, but you weren’t convinced. You could see it in his eyes, sensing that he was holding something back. 

“You can talk to me, you know. If you’d like. I don’t want to push you if you’re not ready, though.” You take his hand and lead him to the couch, coaxing him to sit down. You climbed behind him, sitting down to slot your thighs on either side of his. 

You start to rub his back, slowly putting pressure on any knots that you’d found. You kiss him between his shoulder blades, silence consuming the both of you for a good few minutes before you hear his faint whisper. 

“Rough shift. Had a call that didn’t go so well. Kinda shook up the whole firehouse.” 

“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry.” You wrap your arms around his torso, resting your cheek on his back. His hands cover yours and swipe his thumbs over you. 

You hear him sniffle and your head shoots up, attempting to turn his head toward you. He resists at first, but eventually melts into your soft touch and turns his face toward yours as you slightly lean over his broad frame. 

“It’s okay, Joel. You never have to hide how you’re feeling from me. If you need to cry about it, that’s fine. I’ll never think you’re less of a man for showing your emotions.” 

He offers you a small smile before leaning in to kiss your forehead, softly knocking his against yours as he sighs. 

“I’ve been so used to suppressin’ rough calls for years. Nobody to turn to except my coworkers n’ Tommy, and even then it’s not somethin’ we all collectively talk about. My ex,” He huffs an angry laugh at the mention of her, “Sarah’s mom. She– she always told me that cryin’ about how tough my job can be sometimes isn’t somethin’ a real man does. No man should cry over a job. So I just pretended. I pretended that the job didn’t affect me anymore, that I was fine every time I came home. I pretended to be okay when in reality I jus’ wanted to fuckin’ scream and cry.” He turns his head to the side again as more tears silently cascade down his beautiful face. 

“Hey, look at me,” Your voice is soft, as if you’re trying not to scare an already frightened animal. “I can promise you that you never have to pretend with me.” You wipe his tears with your thumb, kissing his cheek softly as you continue to gently rub his back. 

“Y’don’t know how much that means to me, darlin’. It’s not easy carryin’ the weight of this job on my shoulders alone. I don’t want to burden you with any of it–”

“Hey, none of that alright? You’re not burdening me. I can’t even imagine the terrible things you’ve seen and endured while on the job. I swear to you that I’m here to listen. Or just be a shoulder to lay on. We don’t even need to talk if you don’t want to, but just know that option is always there.” 

He turns his head to kiss your temple, squeezing his eyes shut before leaning his head back onto your shoulder. 

The “L” word rolled around in your mind for a split second. A month and a half ago, it would’ve scared you. But now, being here with Joel, it just seemed so normal and comfortable. He may have felt the same too, you think. Maybe it was too early to tell. 

-

You wish it was a morning where you and Joel could laze around and relax. Waking up beside him gave you a sense of comfort you hadn’t experienced in so long. You secretly study his face as he sleeps: tan skin glowing from the morning sunlight, eyelashes fanned over his cheeks, messy curls resting haphazardly over his forehead, and plump lips parted as he emits soft snores. 

He’s so handsome. 

You couldn’t help but bring your hand out to trace his face with your fingertips, leaning forward to gently kiss his cheek. 

His eyebrows scrunch together as he slowly begins to wake from his slumber, hands shooting up to rub over his face. His eyes find yours when he drops his hands from his face, a grin curling onto his lips. 

“Mornin’ baby.” His voice was deep and raspy, still full of sleep. It made something stir deep down inside of you. 

“Morning, handsome.” You kiss the tip of his nose before sitting up to get out of bed, but Joel pulls you back by your wrist and maneuvers you so you’re laying on top of him. 

You laugh as he wraps his arms around you securely, making sure you can’t move an inch or wiggle away. 

“We gotta get up and get going, Joel.” 

He groans loudly, the sound vibrating his whole body and yours. “Five more minutes.” His muffled voice says from underneath you. 

“Uh uh, cowboy. C’mon, I’ll make you a thermos of coffee.” You tap his stomach twice before he releases you to stand on your feet. You make your way into the kitchen, fighting the urge to look back at Joel, because you knew you’d give him more than five minutes if you did. 

You start up the coffee pot and lean against the counter, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Joel emerges in the kitchen shortly after, leaning against the wall as he admires you in your sleepy state. 

“What?” You ask, cocking an eyebrow up at him. 

“Nothin’ baby.” He smiles before coming into the kitchen, lifting you up on the counter and slotting himself between your legs. 

“Mmmhm.” You say, putting your hands on his warm chest. You feel his heartbeat beneath your fingertips and notice it’s slightly elevated, which you can’t help but smile at. 

Joel leans in to you and kisses your neck, and you can’t help but loll your head to the side to give him better access. His lips graze over your pulse point and you instinctively grip onto his biceps, trying your hardest to suppress a moan. 

“Joel—” 

“Hm? What is it, pretty girl?” 

“If you keep doing that, we’re never—fuck— never gonna leave in time.” He pokes his tongue out and drags it down your jugular, kissing the base of your neck before lightly nibbling on your soft flesh. 

“Doin’ what, baby?” He teases, smirking against you. 

“You know what, cowboy,” And before he could retort, the coffee maker beeps to indicate Joel’s coffee was done. “Saved by the bell.” You mumble, gently separating yourself from Joel. His honey brown gaze bores into yours as he chuckles at your flustered state before sliding his phone out of his pocket. 

He types in the address to the hotel the wedding party was staying at. Joel meticulously calculates the stops you may need to make along the way before looking at you again. 

 “Should take us about an hour and a half to get there. Two hours if there’s heavy traffic.” 

“It’s not too late to back out, you know.” 

“‘N why would I do that, darlin’?” 

“To save yourself from the chaos that the weekend will bring. I can tell my family you had to work instead. Nobody can get mad at a firefighter for working.” 

Joel tosses his head back as he gutturally laughs, shoulders shaking. The whole thing was a little ridiculous, but you know how your family is, and you were ultimately just looking out for him. 

His gaze meets yours, a glint of adoration in his eyes as he leans forward. You can’t help the stupid grin that curls onto your lips as he gently nudges your body closer to his, finally slotting his lips with yours. 

You’ll never get tired of those butterflies that rumble rambunctiously in your tummy every time you kiss him. 

He leans back a little, and with his irresistible charm, winks at you before he huffs another small laugh. “Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.” 

You hop off the counter and pat his abdomen adoringly before flashing him a grin. “Well then, cowboy, let's get to it.”

-

The drive wasn’t as bad as you’d thought it would be, pulling up to the hotel around one in the afternoon. Joel unloads your luggage from the bed of his truck and you wrap your arm around his bicep, walking toward the lobby after he locks up. It was a fancy hotel located right next to the Riverwalk with a huge ballroom for the reception. You had to hand it to your sister and Josh; this place was absolutely beautiful. 

You walked up to the reception desk with Joel in tow, and the spunky brunette smiled as you approached her. 

“Hi, we’re here for the Martinez wedding.” 

“First name?” The receptionist asks, typing something into her computer. You give her your first name and she pulls two keys out of a cardholder, handing it over to you. 

“Ah, sister of the bride! How exciting. You two will be on the seventh floor, third room on the right after you get out of the elevator. Enjoy your stay.” 

“Thank you so much.” You say, taking the card keys from her before you step away from the desk. You and Joel were heading towards the elevator when you heard a familiar voice call your name, and you turned around to see your brothers. 

Panic overtook your body for a few seconds, glancing at Joel who gave you a small smile. How was he always so calm? 

“Thought you could sneak past us without saying hi?” Cole says with a shit-eating grin, eyeing Joel as he comes up to you to give you a hug. 

“You ain’t slick, Shadow.” Andrew says, hugging you after Cole. 

“God, Andy, seriously? That nickname?”

”What, you afraid we’re gonna embarrass you in front of your boyfriend that you’ve been hiding from us?” Cole jerks his head toward Joel, who shifts on his weight as he lets go of his suitcase. 

“Shut up, Cole,” You roll your eyes, huffing a laugh. “Joel, these are my idiot brothers Andrew and Cole. Andy, Cole, this is my boyfriend Joel.” You introduce them, and Joel puts on his best smile before extending his hand. 

“Nice to meet you both.” He says, and it’s comical how both of your brothers try to come off as intimidating toward Joel. Joel keeps a calm demeanor anyhow; his steady, charming smile never wavering. 

“Uh huh. Nice to meet you too. Hey, let us buy you a drink, yeah?” Andrew says, jerking his head toward the bar located at the far end of the lobby. Joel glances at you as you give him a tight-lipped smile, wrapping your hand around his bicep once more. You turn back to your brothers before sighing. 

“Let us put our bags up in our room first before I let you harass him. Jesus.” You half-joke, and Cole claps Joel on the shoulder. 

“What makes you think we’re gonna harass him, Shadow? We’re just looking out for ya.” 

“That’s what I’m afraid of. Now please let go of his shoulder.” You roll your eyes and tug on Joel’s arm gently, coaxing him to follow you to the elevators. 

“Fine. See you down here in a few.” 

You wave your brothers off before getting into the elevator, hitting the seventh floor button. 

“Jesus, Joel, I’m so sorry. Thought we’d get a chance to fucking breathe before my brothers started literally harassing you.” 

He laughs and shakes his head, giving your temple a kiss. “Ain’t nothin’ to worry about, baby. They’re just bein’ protective. I get it.” 

“Just… take anything they might say with a grain of salt.” 

He chuckles and nods as the elevator dings and the door opens to the seventh floor. You stop in front of your room and open the door, gasping at how beautiful it is. The king bed in the middle looks absolutely heavenly, and your mind can’t help the  image flashing in your mind of you and Joel getting tangled in those very sheets. Heat rushes to your face at the thought, and you walk over to the window to distract yourself. The gleaming summer sun reflects on the calm waters below at the Riverwalk, giving it a mesmerizing gleam. 

Joel wraps his arms around your waist from behind and kisses your shoulder. “Beautiful,” He murmurs, but unbeknownst to you, he wasn’t talking about the water below. 

“We should go back down so my brothers don’t give you more shit than you’re probably going to get.” You grimace at the thought of what they’re going to say to him. 

Joel chuckles and playfully shakes you before loosening his grasp on your midsection. 

“Just promise me you won’t run for the hills if they get to be too much. I’ll put them in their place.” You offer, and Joel kisses your forehead. 

“I’d only run if you were right by my side, baby.” 

-

Joel didn’t know what to expect from your brothers. He could feel the nerves buzzing off of you as you both made your way back to the elevator to go down to the lobby again, and he wanted nothing more than to ease your erratic nerves. 

He knew from the very beginning that he’d be in the long haul of things with you, so he knew facing your family at some point was going to happen. Absolutely nothing your brothers say or do will make him ‘run for the hills’, as you’d put it. 

Joel thought the look you tossed his way when the elevator doors opened to the lobby was adorable. He could tell that you wanted this to go well, and who was he to let you down? 

Joel gave your hand a squeeze as you both made your way up to your brothers again. 

“Joel, how ‘bout that drink.” Andrew says, head jerking toward the bar on the opposite end of the lobby. 

“Sure.” He says, trying to keep his cool. He wondered briefly if this was the slight fear you might’ve felt when you met Sarah. 

“I’m gonna go find mom and Em.” You say, giving Joel a kiss on the cheek. He watches you walk out before your brothers tug him along to the bar area, ordering a round of Lone Star. 

“So I’m a real cut-to-the-chase type guy,” Andrew starts, settling into the barstool next to Joel. Joel nods and sits up straight before taking a swig of his beer to ease his nerves. “I’m sure you’re aware of our sister’s past relationship. Who’s to say you won’t hurt her like that asshole did?” 

Joel was taken aback at Andrew’s bluntness, but his expression never wavered or gave anything away. “I know what it’s like to be hurt in a way that ya can’t ever forget about. The mother of my child left when my baby girl was only a year old. Said she couldn’t handle bein’ a parent n’ left me to fend for myself. Bein’ hurt like that,” Joel shakes his head and looks down, “It ain’t right. I would never want anyone to feel the way I felt when she walked out the door. I know your sister’s situation is a bit different, but my feelings toward it are all the same. I like your sister a whole lot n’ the last thing on God’s green Earth I’d ever wanna do is hurt ‘er.” 

Andrew nods, weighing Joel’s answer in his head. Joel was telling the truth. He’d never want to hurt you. You deserve to be happy, and he knows you can do that completely on your own, but he loves to be the reason behind it. He loves seeing you smile knowing he’s the reason it’s there in the first place. 

“What do you do for work?” Cole changed the subject, and Joel shifts his gaze to the younger brother. 

“I’m a firefighter for the city of Austin.” 

“I’ll be damned. Shadow always said she loved a man in uniform,” Cole teased, and the three men chuckled in unison. 

“How come y’all call her Shadow? She’s never told me anythin’ about that story.” Joel says, and the brothers can’t help but smile at the opportunity to tease their little sister.

“She was afraid of her shadow when she was younger, maybe around like two or three years old. We’d always tease her about it and the nickname just stuck.” 

“‘S actually really funny.” Joel said, thinking about how he’d be able to tease you later on with the newfound information. 

“So how did you meet our sister? She hasn’t told us a damn thing about you.” Cole grimaces, taking a sip of his beer. 

“I met her at a local coffee shop near her apartment. She actually made the first move,” Joel recalls, and he can’t help but smile at the memory. “She paid for my coffee.” 

“That’s pretty out of character for her. She’s usually pretty shy.” Andrew said. 

“Believe me, I was surprised. She was so sweet… after I caught her checkin’ me out. I was in uniform.” Joel laughs, and the brothers join in with him. 

“Told ya she loves a man in uniform.” Cole nudges Joel. 

“You said you’re a firefighter,” Andrew repeats aloud, wheels turning in his head. “Shit, the accident,” He says, looking at Joel. Joel nods, not quite sure where he was going with this. 

“Wasn’t pretty. Got the call and I saw her car—”

“Wait, so you were on the scene? You’re telling me you’re the one who got our sister out of her car?” Andrew was bewildered, blinking rapidly in complete disbelief. 

Joel furrowed his brows and looked down at his knotted hands, reliving that moment in his head. 

“Yeah. I’d only known her for hours at that point, but all I knew was that I needed to get her out of there. Scared the hell outta me.” 

“Unbelievable. Can’t believe she left out that huge detail,” Cole chuckles and shakes his head, but looks up at Joel in all seriousness. “Thank you for saving her.” 

Joel gives them both a soft smile. “I’d save her all over again in a heartbeat.” 

“You’re a damn hero, man. To our sister and to Austin.” 

Joel never knew how to accept compliments that well, let alone the hero compliments. He just saw it as doing his job and getting to help those in need. 

“Well, cheers to you. We can both tell you’re an honest man and anyone who’s willing to literally—and figuratively, I guess—save our sister is a man who has our utmost respect.” Andrew says, holding his beer bottle up in the air. 

Cole raised his bottle and Joel followed suit, an echo of ‘cheers’ being thrown around. Joel’s nerves dissolved like cotton candy in water, relief flooding through his bones that your brothers approved of him. He knew meeting your dad was going to be an even bigger deal, so he was holding onto hope that it would go just as well. 

-

“So when am I meeting this Joel of yours?” Your mom says, perching her glasses on the bridge of her nose as she took a sip of her margarita. You found her and Emily poolside as they sipped their drinks while talking about last minute wedding details. 

“He’s at the bar in the lobby getting harassed by Andy and Cole.” You roll your eyes, and Emily laughs. 

“He’s a good man. I’m sure they’re all buddy-buddy now. Men are simple when it comes to meeting new people.” Emily waves her hand dismissively, easing your nerves a little. 

“Where’s dad?” You ask, looking between Emily and your mom. 

Your mom scoffs, “He’s upstairs taking a nap. Told him he wouldn’t be tired tonight but he seemed to think otherwise.” 

“He’s probably overwhelmed with all the wedding stuff.” You offer with a shrug, and your mom huffs. 

“He isn’t the one planning the damn thing.” 

“There you guys are!” Cole calls out to you three, Andrew and Joel in tow. Your eyes lock on Joel’s gaze and you’re relieved to see he made it out of the interrogation unscathed. 

He makes his way over to you, leaning down to give you a chaste kiss. 

“So you must be Joel.” Your mom says, eyes alight at the exchange you and Joel had. 

“I am. It’s so great to meet you, Mrs.—”

Your mom waves her hand to dismiss his formalities. “Oh, none of that. Just call me Alexandria. It’s nice to finally meet the man who’s been making my youngest daughter so happy.” She grins up at him, and it was easy to clock the blush that spreads over his tan cheeks. 

“I can argue that she makes me the happiest I’ve ever been.” He looks down at you and shoots you a wink, and you can’t help but roll your eyes playfully. 

“Touché, Miller.” You say, warmth filling your body as he wraps his arm around your waist. 

Everyone got into chatting about the rehearsal dinner and the bar of choice afterwards, scampering off to their respective rooms. 

It only took a couple of hours for everyone to get ready and head down to the lobby, being shuffled into the courtyard by hotel staff. Sage green and cream decorations adorned the spacious place with rows of chairs neatly lined up for the big day tomorrow. The gazebo at the end of the walkway was strewn with fairy lights that gave a soft glow that added to to romantic ambience. 

For a split second, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to what your future wedding would look like… with Joel. You may have been presumptuous in thinking such a thing, but you truly felt deep down that this was the man you were meant to marry. 

The wedding coordinator lined all of the bridesmaids and groomsmen up, and you took your respectable place next to Karina who was your sister’s best friend and maid of honor. 

After two full run-throughs of the ceremony and placement adjustments, the wedding coordinator took everyone to the ballroom where the reception was being held.

It wasn’t long before everyone finished their dinners, polite conversation being held as the night went on. 

“So you’re the Joel everyone’s been buzzing about.” Your dad says, and you give him a stern look to say go easy on him. Not that Joel couldn’t handle himself, but because your dad could get a little out of hand at times. 

“Yes sir, that’s me.” He says, grabbing your hand underneath the table to give it a squeeze. 

“I hear you’re a firefighter. Good man.” Your dad nods in approval, and proceeds to ask Joel about some calls he’s gotten in the past. Everyone at the table was listening intently to him, curious as to what life as a firefighter is really like. 

Your gaze roams to your mom, who’s already looking between you and Joel with a sparkle in her eye you’d never seen before. She gives you a wink and sips her wine, turning her attention back to Joel. 

It seems his Southern charm and calm demeanor had won every single one of your family members over, and relief floods through your body at that. That’s all you wanted, and you couldn’t have been happier to see it become a reality. 

-

After dinner, Josh and Emily told everyone that they weren’t having a ‘traditional’ bachelor and bachelorette party. Instead, they wanted to go to a bar together and have a few drinks with everyone as one last celebration before they both say I do. 

It wasn’t surprising to you. Your sister had always been the homebody type and Josh was right there with her. You thought it was romantic in a sense, knowing that they really didn’t need anything big or to spend time apart before their big day. 

The bar was a few buildings down from the hotel, with a huge dance floor in the middle and patrons singing along to the mix of music that was playing as they drank. 

Your dad ordered a round of shots for everybody, making a toast to Josh and Emily. 

“To the bride and groom to be.” Your dad says, and everyone clinks their glasses together before throwing back their liquor. 

You shudder at the taste, setting the cup down onto the sticky bartop. 

“May I have this dance?” Joel asks you, holding his hand out for you to take. You grin and grab his hand, grip steady as he leads you out to the dance floor. 

You steadily sway to the song as you lean your head on Joel’s shoulder, letting him guide you to the beat. You glance up to see your family members have joined you both on the dance floor, and you smile in content as you squeeze Joel’s hand. He kisses your head before separating you, spinning you around so your back is against his front. 

He rocks you slowly, resting his chin on your shoulder before kissing your cheek. 

“‘M real happy you let me tag along this weekend, sweetheart.” Joel says, and you turn your head toward him and quirk an eyebrow. 

“Yeah? And why’s that?” 

“‘S nice to get out of Austin every once in a while. Your family is real invitin’, too.” 

“Before or after they interrogated you?” You ask with a smirk, and he laughs before spinning you again so you’re face-to-face. 

“Mostly after.” He confesses with a softness to his voice. You study his features unashamedly, the soft smile he has on his lips making your heart skip a beat as he looks at you with half-lidded eyes. 

There’s a certainty behind them that you can’t exactly pinpoint, but it made your whole body feel warm and fuzzy inside and you honest to god never wanted to forget the feeling. Joel is the only man who’s made you feel things you’ve never felt. He’s the only man who’s ever kept you on your toes yet has this overwhelming sense of comfort to him that just makes you want to give it all to him. 

And by the way he was looking back at you, you’d bet his thoughts are similar to yours. 

“You two are so in love it makes me sick.” Andrew sidles up beside you, nudging you in your ribs. 

Your eyes go wide and you look at your brother in panic, pleading him to shut the fuck up before you kill him with your bare hands. 

“Fuck off, Andy.” You roll your eyes, trying to play it cool. You didn’t deny the painfully obvious fact, though. You didn’t want to deny it. 

Was it fast? Yes. But you couldn’t help how you felt. You were tired of running from something that was great for you. You were tired of running from solidity and peace and patience and love, all of which Joel gave you without having to say a single word. 

And then you realized—Joel never denied it either. He didn’t deny it when your brother’s loud mouth said that sacred word. He didn’t deny it when you looked at him again, that familiar look in his eyes returning as he just smiled at you, seemingly content in every possible way. 

Before you could say anything, Cole comes up to you while waving a crisp twenty dollar bill in your face. 

“Betcha one Jackson that you can’t ride that bull over there and stay on for more than a minute.” He’s got a mischievous glint in his eyes, and you’d take any opportunity to prove your brother wrong. 

“Oh, I will. After this song though,” You grin at Joel as Boot Scootin’ Boogie plays over the speakers. “C’mon cowboy, I wanna show off my new moves.” 

Joel easily obliges as he takes you deeper onto the dance floor. You’re slotted in a mix of a sweaty and drunken crowd, too far gone to care if they’re too off-beat or embarrassing themselves. 

You follow Joel’s lead and you two easily end up in sync with one another, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Somewhere between the spin in the chorus and the two-step move he’d taught you, you catch your family members staring at the two of you. Your mom whispers something to your sister, and you hope to god she didn’t change her opinion of him or something after seeing you two dancing like this. 

Emily knows you better than the back of her fucking hand, though, and she instantly reassures you with a smile and thumbs up before panic settles into your bones. 

Although it seems everyone in your immediate family approves of Joel, it would devastate you if they changed their minds about him for whatever reason. He wasn’t your ex. They at least knew that much. As much as you loved them, they were overbearing sometimes when it came to protecting you after what’d happened with Christian. You didn’t need that to drive a wedge between you and Joel, no matter how much of a forewarning you give him. 

The song ends and reality trickles back around you, as Joel spins you into him, giving you a chaste kiss. Your eyes flutter open after you pull away in the slightest, and there it is — that look — unwavering, and clear as day in his eyes. 

“Go show ‘em how you ride it.” He remarks, shooting you a wink. Your face heats at his obvious innuendo, and he can’t help the sly smirk that grows on his lips. 

Without another word, he releases you from his grasp and urges you toward your brother, still waving the twenty in his hand around like a flag. 

You roll your eyes at him and climb up onto the mechanical bull, the DJ timing you into when the machine will start to move. 

It was slow at first, and you easily found a rhythm to keep steady on its back. It started to jerk around and spin faster, and your thighs burned as you clenched onto the sides for dear life. You wanted to give a little show though, so you placed your hands behind your back and looked up at your brother with a wicked grin. 

His face deflated as he knew he’d been beaten. Your eyes flicker to Joel and you want to laugh at his expression—it seemed to be a cross between lust, admiration and astonishment. 

Oh, cowboy. You have no idea what you’re in for. 

The DJ announces your victory and the patrons of the bar cheer you on as you hop off of the bull. You walk up to Cole and snatch the twenty bucks from his hand before leaning into Joel, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“Wanna go back to the hotel room? I’m beat.” You ask Joel, and he nods. You say goodnight to your family and other members of the wedding party before you both head back in a comfortable silence. 

Exhaustion settles in your bones as you fall into step side-by-side, and Joel pulls you into him as you walk into the lobby of the hotel. You make your way onto the elevators and Joel presses the button of your floor, looking at you with a softness in his eyes as he settles his hand on your shoulder. 

“Thank you again for doing this whole wedding fiasco with me.” You say, voice full of exhaustion. He shoots you a soft smile and pulls you in, wrapping his arms around you securely. You mirror his actions as you look at him, an adoring gaze sparkling in his eyes. He leans in and kisses your forehead, giving your body a small squeeze. 

“Of course, darlin’.” 

You went to bed that night with Joel’s arm wrapped around you and a mind of racing thoughts, all consumed by that feeling again—the terrifying, wonderful feeling that kept playing in your mind as if it was the most obvious conclusion you’ve ever come to. 

-

The next morning was a blur. You got up early, trying not to disturb Joel because he looked so peaceful in his sleep. It was chaos amongst the bridal party with everyone getting ready and your sister revealing her final look to the girls. Tears sprang in your eyes as you saw her with the biggest smile on her face, unwavering as she twirled around in her dress that fit like a glove. 

“Emi, you look so beautiful. Josh is going to lose it when he sees you.” You say, sniffling as she gives you a tight hug. 

“I love you sis. Thank you for being a part of my big day.” She says, rubbing your back before pulling apart from you. You grin at her and blow her a kiss, turning when you feel your mom slightly nudge you. 

“Speaking of losing it, Joel’s gonna be head over heels seeing you in this dress,” Your mom says, “Wonder what he’ll be like when it’s your guys’ wedding and he sees you in a bridal gown.”

“Mom,” You stop her, but you can’t help the way your heart stutters at the thought of marriage with him. “Please don’t.”

Way too fucking soon. Right?

Your mom throws her hands up in defense, giving you a knowing look. 

“That man is in love with you, baby. He looks at you like you’re the sun, moon and stars.” 

That feeling tugged at you once again. You began to internally panic, but luckily the bridal party got called to an area in the hotel to take pictures. You needed a distraction, because knowing you and your mind, you’d unintentionally start self-sabotaging your relationship with Joel. 

Fuck, your ex really did a number on you. 

The day seemed to run by in a blur. Watching your sister say ‘I do’ to the love of her life made you glance over at Joel in the crowd, and to your surprise, his focus was already on you. 

There was this undeniably soft look in his eyes that said a million words without him having to utter a single one. He winks at you with a small smile and you mirror his grin, heading back down the aisle after Emily and Josh made their way down. 

A few hours later it was well into the reception, and Joel offered you his hand so you could slow dance with each other. 

“You know this thing drives me crazy, right?” You say, tapping the brim of his Stetson. He looked at you with a smirk, raising his eyebrows. 

“Really? Couldn’t tell.” Sarcasm dripped from his voice and you rolled your eyes as you huffed a laugh. He was wearing an emerald green button down with black slacks and black shoes, and his black cowboy hat tied the whole look together. He’d been getting stares all night by various family members and friends from both sides of the parties. 

You thought jealousy would’ve brewed its way into you, sinking her claws into your flesh—but it was the complete opposite. Pride blooms in your chest as you slow dance with this handsome man—your handsome man. 

“You look absolutely breathtakin’ tonight though, baby.” Joel whispers in your ear as you lean your head on his shoulder, taking in his addicting scent. 

You smile against him and bring your arm up over his other shoulder, gently wrapping your fingers around the base of his neck. Your index finger twirls the curls peeking out of the bottom of his hat absentmindedly, swaying with him with total ease. 

“I can say the same for you.” You murmur, and he squeezes your waist softly. 

“Yeah?” 

You lift your head off of his shoulder to meet his gaze, light and playful. A glint of mischief flashes in his eyes and you bite your lip in anticipation, the bubbling arousal having never left you since the previous night. 

You nod, hesitating for a second to find the right words. You knew you wanted to take the next step with him and finally go all the way without being interrupted. That is, if he’d have you. 

“I’d love to show you.” You whisper as the song ends. An upbeat tune plays immediately after, everyone crowding on the dance floor. It was the perfect time to make an escape. 

He links his fingers with yours, leaning forward to kiss you. You can’t help but smile as his lips press to yours, and you can’t help yourself—you take the hat off of his head mid-kiss, plopping it onto yours. He separates himself from you with a soft smile and a daring glint in his gaze. 

He tsked at you teasingly, adjusting the hat to sit straight onto your head. 

“What was that about the ‘Cowboy Hat Rule’ again?” You feign innocence, and he can’t help but laugh at your antics, ultimately deciding to play along. 

“How ‘bout I show you rather than tell you?” He says, and that’s all you need to gently tug him away from the crowd and toward the lobby. You make your way to the elevators, nerves buzzing through your veins at the prospect of what’s to happen. 

After what feels like forever, the elevator doors finally open and you both step inside. The doors close after Joel hits the seventh floor button, and the tension radiating off of both of you in such a confined space was nearly unbearable. 

Joel takes his hat off of your head and gently pushes you against the elevator wall, crowding you with his broad body. Your heart is beating a million miles a minute as you stare at him, gaze never wavering. 

You open your mouth to say something, but Joel crashes his lips to yours in fervor. You moan into the kiss as you tangle your hands through his curls, tugging on the base of them. 

His free hand finds your hip and squeezes, rutting his hips into yours. You can feel his bulge through his slacks, and you can’t help but whimper into the intense kiss as one hand travels down his back. 

Before you can touch him any further, the elevator dings and he separates from you, locking eyes with an elderly couple. 

The woman has a knowing smile on her face and sighs, “Oh, to be young and in love.” Joel takes your hand and leads you out of the elevator and to your shared room, fumbling with the key. It almost calms you in a way to know you aren’t the only one filled with nerves, anxious about finally being able to have this time to yourselves. 

Joel tossed the keycard onto the side table when he finally got it open, putting his hand on your lower back to guide you into the room. The soft glow of the lamp illuminates his handsome features as he stares at you admirably, tossing his Stetson onto a chair next to the bed without looking. 

Joel steps closer to you, grabbing your hips gently before leaving a trail of kisses from your forehead, nose, cheek, and finally, your lips. The kiss was softer this time—full of emotion, saying a thousand words with one simple gesture. 

His hands skate up your back and to the zipper of your dress, parting his lips from yours as he looks into your eyes. 

“Can I?” His voice is soft but hopeful, and you instantly nod. He drags the zipper down your back with ease, slowly removing the straps from your shoulders. The dress pools to your feet below you, and you’re left in a lacy nude and black bra with black panties. Joel’s eyes rake over your body hungrily, hands twitching at his sides. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” 

You can’t help but feel shy for a second, but Joel wasn’t having any of that. He grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger, kissing your lips a few times before he nods his head to the bed. 

“On the bed, baby. Spread your legs for me.” His deep, commanding tone sent a shiver down your spine. You didn’t know what to expect, but it definitely wasn’t this. 

You do as you’re told, settling your head onto the plush pillows as you let your legs fall open. Joel moves to untuck his green shirt. He unbuttons the shirt slowly, never breaking eye contact with you. You bite your lip teasingly as you watch him undress, and his thick, tan torso comes into sight. 

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, you know that?” You say, but it nearly sounds like a whine. Joel flashes you a smirk before climbing onto the bed, slotting himself between your legs. Your arms grip his shoulders before grabbing the green material, sliding it off of his arms completely before tossing it onto the floor for him. You kiss his shoulder and neck, hands moving up to tangle themselves in his curls once again. 

He ruts his hips into you, and the pressure of his bulge catches perfectly onto your aching clit. You moan his name softly, moving one hand down to gently palm him through his slacks.  

“Can’t believe we finally get to do this without any interruptions.” Joel chuckles, moving down to kiss your neck. 

“Let’s not hold our breaths.” You say teasingly, fingers moving to unbutton and unzip his slacks. He allows it, not stopping you from eagerly undressing the rest of him. 

He separates himself from you, sliding the slacks down his legs before moving down the bed, kissing your body as he goes. His tongue traces lines down your thighs, dangerously close to your aching core, before he kisses your skin. He continues the assault of kisses until his mouth is hovering over the only thing that separates your most intimate part from him and his line of sight. He kisses the lace fabric once, then pokes his tongue out to drag the strong muscle from your entrance to your clit. 

You can’t hold back your moans anymore. You need him so bad. 

Your body was nearly shaking from the buzz of anticipation coursing through your veins, aching to have his hands and mouth all over you. 

He finally hooks his fingers into the side of your panties, tapping your hips twice to silently instruct you to lift them. You comply once more, and Joel drags the lace material down your legs. 

He comes back up to you, kissing your lips once before settling his face between your legs again. 

You feel so exposed and almost embarrassed, but the carnal need for this man outweighs the shyness a thousand times over. 

“So perfect, baby. So goddamn perfect. ‘N all mine.” He says, looking up at you before separating your glistening folds with his middle and forefinger. You gasp and whine his name as he just stares at you, mesmerized by the way you squirm under his touch. 

You try to beg and plead him to do anything, but the words won’t come out. 

He seems to have decided he’s teased you enough, because the next thing you know, his tongue licks a long stripe up from your entrance, through your folds, and up to your clit. Your moans only spur him on as he solely focuses on you, eating your pussy like a starved man. 

Nobody has ever turned you on the way Joel Miller has, and you cannot for the life of you believe this man is yours. He’s yours, and he’s here, very present and very meticulous when it comes to pleasing you with that beautiful mouth of his. 

Joel moves his tongue down and prods into your entrance, fucking you with the muscle. Your back arches off of the mattress and he has to use both of his hands to hold your hips down, locking his fingers down into your flesh. 

“Fuck, Joel—” You squeak out as his tongue moves up to your clit, circling it a few times before sucking it into his mouth gently. The pressure is just right, and your brain is getting fuzzy—you knew you weren’t going to last much longer. 

Joel takes one of his hands away from your stomach before separating his mouth from you, coating his digits in your slick. He sends a wicked smirk your way before going down again, and this time, his middle and ring finger enter you. 

It stings so good, mainly because you haven’t had this in a long time. He pumps his fingers in and out of you at an expert pace, curling them up to hit that sweet spongy spot. 

You immediately crumble. Your hips are writhing wildly beneath his half-soaked face as you cry out his name over and over again. You’re gushing all over his fingers, desperately gripping onto the soft comforter beneath you as you ride out your intense orgasm. 

“Atta girl,” Joel breathes, mesmerized by the way you clench around nothing after he removes his fingers from you. “Taste so fuckin’ good, darlin’.” 

He moves up to kiss you, and you can immediately taste your slick arousal on his lips and tongue. You hum into the kiss as you palm him through his boxers, tugging on the band as you separate from him. He knocks his forehead against yours gently before sliding the material down his legs, now completely bare for you. 

His hand moves to the clasp of your bra and unhooks it easily, breasts spilling out as he tosses the material on the floor with the rest of the clothes. 

He looks down at you with a soft smile, and you can’t help but mirror his actions. It’s pure bliss and you selfishly never want this to end. His hand travels down your body and in between your legs, swirling the tip of his middle finger through your arousal. You gasp at the featherlight touch, clenching around nothing as he never breaks eye contact with you. 

You decide to return the favor, licking your hand before skimming your fingers over his torso before looking down to see them slide through the dark hairs that appear below his navel. You take in the sight of his cock; it’s girthy and the perfect length. You just know it’ll feel divine. You thumb the pre-come leaking from his tip, popping your finger into your mouth. 

You moan at the slightly salty taste, moving your hand back down to finally grip him with care. He feels heavy in your palm, warm and pulsating and fucking desperate for you to start rythmically moving your hand. You twist your wrist and start to pump him, and a guttural groan rumbles from the confines of his chest. 

“Fuck, baby—yeah, just like that. So good.” He groans softly, brows furrowing as he leans down to kiss you. 

And you spend the next few minutes like that—making out with Joel while he teases your swollen clit, fingers briefly delving into your entrance before moving back out, and your hand slowly twisting up and down his silky flesh. 

Something about this was so sweet to you, albeit the act being promiscuous. You were taking your time with each other, savoring every moment you have now. God knows when you’ll be able to do this in peace again once you get back to Austin. 

Joel’s body tenses for a second before he pushes your hand away, chuckling in defeat. 

“Don’t wanna come yet, sweetheart.”

You nod in understanding and he slips his fingers away from your dripping heat, bringing them up to your mouth. You eagerly suck on his fingers, staring up at him in a way to say I want you. I’m ready to have you—if you’ll have me. 

Joel climbs on top of you once more, kissing your forehead. He nudges his nose against yours before looking at you again. 

“Wait, I didn’t bring any protection.” His shoulders deflate at the realization, and you can’t help but softly laugh. 

“I have an IUD, Joel. Only if you’re comfortable with going through with this, I’m right there with you.” You reassure him. 

He looks concerned for a second, hesitating as if his mind is running a million miles a minute. 

“You sure about this, baby?” He asks, cupping your cheek in his hand before kissing your nose. You nod with no hesitation. 

“Absolutely sure, Joel. I’m yours.” You whisper, and he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face before he leans down to kiss you. He swipes the head of his cock through your folds, stopping at your entrance. 

He separates his lips from yours once more, “Tell me to stop if it’s too much, okay?” He says, and you nod. He hums in content, pushing himself into you slowly. 

You gasp at the stinging feeling, fingertips digging into the back of his shoulders. 

“There you go baby, that's it. Doin’ so well, pretty girl.” He praises, kissing your lips repeatedly as he reaches the hilt. 

The feeling is cosmic. The stretch is absolutely delicious. You whisper his name to him, threading your fingers through his hair once more in desperation as your meek voice finally found its way aloud. 

“Move, Joel. Please.” 

And he does. He starts off slow, rocking his hips into yours. The slide of his velvety length in and out of you is otherworldly. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he held onto the back of your neck, picking up his pace. He leans down to capture one of your breasts in his mouth, swirling his tongue expertly around your pert nipple as he continues rocking his hips into yours. 

Your moans are increasingly louder, not exactly giving a fuck who can hear you anymore. Your mind was solely consumed about the man ravishing your body in such a way that had you seeing stars. 

The weight of his body on yours, his soft groans, the heavy feeling of his cock, his scent, his curls—everything about him was all-consuming, and you loved it. 

“So pretty, baby. Feel so fuckin’ good. All mine.” Joel babbles, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder. You try to grind your hips in sync with his expert thrusts, creating an almost unbearably pleasurable friction. 

Your hands fly to his back and you scratch down his skin, head flying back onto the pillows as you arch your back into him. 

“Joel, fuck, I’m so close.” You cry, eyes squeezing shut as the familiar flame burns bright within your core. 

“Me too, baby, fuck—where–where do you want me?” He asks, chest heaving as his thrusts become impossibly faster. 

“In me, Joel. Please.” Your plea is breathy and desperate, and you feel yourself teetering over the edge, devastating euphoria ripping through your body as your cunt convulses around his cock. 

You bury your face into his shoulder, crying out his name. 

“Fuck, sweet girl, I—” 

His spend is warm as he comes, buried in you as he groans your name breathlessly. He slumps down onto you, wrapping his arm around your waist as he rolls over on his side, taking you with him. He slips out of you slowly and you both groan at the loss of contact. 

You nuzzle into him as he kisses your forehead repeatedly, running his hand up and down your spine as you both come down from the high. 

“Fuck, that was—” You pause, and Joel chuckles. 

“Yeah, it really was.” He agrees, tipping your jaw up so he can kiss you chastely. 

Your eyes were heavy now, tracing his hairline down to his jaw and to his lips. He kisses your fingers as exhaustion consumes you both. He throws the comforter over your bodies and he gives you one last kiss. 

“Goodnight, sweet girl,” And if you weren’t in such a comatose-like state, you would’ve heard him softly whisper the words “I love you.” 

And if you would’ve heard those words, you would’ve said them right back. It might’ve scared the hell out of you, but you could no longer deny the fact—

You were, in fact, in love with Joel Miller, too. 

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[captaindamianos]

I would love a new rec list if you’re offering! 👀🙏🏿😊

Hello!! I'm so incredibly sorry it took me more than a month instead of the day or ten I joked about in my tags. I wasn't feeling too great and I also lost my motivation to participate in the fandom in any way. So it was hard for me to focus on this task.

But I really want to thank you so much for encouraging me! This turned out to be a good way to appreciate other people participating in the fandom and thank them for the work they shared with us.

In the spirit of things though I'm going to make this the most self-indulgent list I can come up with, so this will probably include a few wips, but I'm going to mention that because I know people don't like wips (can't relate haha I've met cool people that way and I love when authors get chatty in the comments).

It's in no particular order! Just whatever came to mind or what I found in the depths of my bookmarks. Let's get started 💪

Canis Major by Lapin

Point of Opposition by forthelongesttime

lovesick by forthelongesttime

Favourite by RockingRobing

Sexual Intercourse by antivillain

The Stand-in Wedding Planner and the Obstinate Baker by penstrikesmidnight

even in another time by phlegmatic

white wine in the sun by phlegmatic (WIP)

Lord, You Keep Me Crawling by princessofpatras (WIP)

come uncover me series by sweetricebuns

i got the t-top cherry blue (now i'm looking at you) by sweetricebuns

too hot to handle series by sweetricebuns

Wildflowers by Shigure_Natsu

A (Precious) Moment In Time by CoffeeDragon87

Lemongrass & Peony by starsxabove

The Garden by DisraeliGears

we kiss and then by residue (please check out all of the authors works as well👌)

Feasts From Heaven by ahdriking

Brute by ahdriking

From Your Mouth by Holly_Golightly I hope there's something in there for everyone, always heed the warnings and ratings. I deliberately left out a lot of fanfics that are already popular, because chances are people have already read them. But I had to add some, because they're very dear to me personally like EIAT and Brute. And I featured a few I've read in the past few months to a year or two. Maybe you missed them, maybe you recently joined and filtered for kudos or hits. But definitely give them a chance, there's so many gems out there. It's once again just a really really small list and definitely doesn't include everything I liked or would recommend, but I have to stop somewhere. If there's specific tropes or things you're looking for, let me know, I can try to make themed lists as well, if it's something I read myself. Hopefully in a shorter time frame next time.

[danpuff-ao3]

Snarry-a-Thon 2018

Snarry-a-Thon is an annual fest of Snarry goodness that always brings so much creativity and joy in the Snarry community. I am forever blown away by how much talent and passion Snarry-lovers have. With that in mind, I wanted to create some special recs for a fest near and dear to my heart.

With that, here are my Top 5 picks for the 2018 fest! But first...

Disclaimer: my rec lists are created based on my personal experiences and preferences. There are plenty of other stories and authors who are quite good and deserve just as much love. This is not meant to be an objective “best of the best” list, but the subjective opinion of a longtime reader and fangirl.

Worth Watching

by accioslash. Rated: E. Words: 3,784. Muggle AU. Drunk sex. Established relationship.

One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's worth watching.

Grim

by Acid (@ac1d6urn). Rated: E. Words: 17,240. Spinner's End. Grief/Mourning. Romance. Hurt/comfort.

After the war, the house on Spinner's End is a shelter, but not a home. Then Snape lets in a pair of strays.

Surfacing

by avioleta (@avioleta). Rated: E. Words: 24,861. Panic attacks. PTSD. Student/teacher. Hogwarts 8th year. First time.

Harry’s back at Hogwarts. Severus is back in the Potions Lab and everyone is just trying to find some semblance of normal after the war. Prompt #113: Old school 8th year fic.

Little Monkeys

by Lilian. Rated: T. Words: 15,756. Past character death. Grief/mourning. Children.

"There might be a chance that maybe, perhaps, Severus went too far this whole ‘exile far away from the Wizarding World’ thing. Because however he tries to frame it, it comes down to this: after nine years of being completely alone, the first time he stays with another person, he’s plotting to steal said person’s children."

Afloat (on a Sea of Love)

by suitesamba (@suitesamba). Rated: G. Words: 8,334. Humor. Old men in love.

In their autumn years, Harry and Severus finally find each other and, though Harry’s kids object, decide to take a cruise to celebrate their budding relationship. Back home, Lily, Al and James have ample time to discuss just exactly why they object to Severus as they sit through a Hogwarts Quidditch game. When their old headmistress Minerva McGonagall joins them in the stands, she opens their eyes about their dad and Severus. Featuring old men in love (and in Speedos), a Quidditch game that will not end, Minerva the match-maker, and a seven-year old wedding planner.

Snarry-a-Thon 2018 Masterlist

[gimmiesophiebaek]

Coming Soon…

Violet Bridgerton’s Party Service Rated G

Plot: Lady Violet Bridgerton spent years being the top party planner of all of London. But when her children are planning important events in their lives, chaos ensues.

Aka Violet dealing with her children’s various wedding and party drama.

Coming soon to AO3 and Tumblr!

[angelasscribbles]

The De Facto Queen Chapter One: Queen Without a Crown

Series: The De Facto Queen

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Drake, Riley x Liam

Rating: Teen

Warnings for this chapter: Language

Word Count: 5,355

A/N: Extensive Author's Note

My other stuff: Master List.

Unity Tour, Day 2, Portavira

Riley handed the color-coded, tabbed, and thick as a copy of War and Peace dossier back to Madeleine, “I appreciate all the hard work you put into this, Madeleine. And since you’ve done such a thorough job, I trust you to fill me in on the most pertinent details so that I don’t have to wade through all of this.”

Things had been crazy since Drake had been released from the hospital. There had been a press conference announcing their engagement, wedding planners had practically taken up residence at the palace, and there had been an entire security detail assigned to Riley that had taken some getting used to. She wasn’t accustomed to having people follow her everywhere she went. She had protested that it certainly wasn’t necessary inside the palace but both Liam and Drake had overruled her.

She had wanted to move into Valtoria as soon as possible but again she’d been overruled by both men who insisted that the estate be fortified and locked down as securely as the palace itself prior to her taking up residence.

These two men were going to be the death of her.

Drake, though still recovering from a bullet wound, had thrown himself vigorously into building her security team, as well as the one for Valtoria and he was both meticulously exacting and excruciatingly detailed oriented.

Liam seemed determined to make her queen in all but name. Her security detail wasn’t being called a queen’s guard, but it followed the exact structure of one. She was privy to details no one outside of herself and Liam knew. She received the same daily intelligence briefings as the king. She was given security clearances and thrust headlong into ruling.

No one seem to question why Cordonia’s newest duchess, the one that had been a commoner and a foreigner mere months ago, was ruling by the king’s side. Why she, and not any of the Cordonian-born noblewomen, had been given the privileges and responsibilities of the crown.

No one but Riley herself.

She assumed, and Drake verified, that it was because Liam trusted her, and he needed a ruling partner. It was too great a job for one person alone, that was the whole reason for the marriage provision in the succession laws in the first place.

She wanted to help. Drake may have been the man she said yes to, but Liam still held a special place in her heart, and she would never be able to tell him no about anything again. Not after saying no to the biggest, most important thing he had ever asked of her and shattering his heart into a million pieces in the process.

The memory of that night still physically hurt whenever it pushed its way into her consciousness. Staying busy actually helped distract her from that, and from the fact that her fiancée had almost died when he had taken a bullet meant for her. Those first hours when she thought she might lose him had nearly destroyed her. If she sat still too long, the fact that the perpetrator was still out there somewhere started to eat away at her, gnawing at her sense of safety and threatening her very sanity.

So, she’d thrown herself headlong into the business of governing.

Preparations for the Five Kingdom’s Festival, planning the Unity Tour, and being brought up to speed on the investigation into the attack at the Homecoming Ball had kept her in seemingly endless meetings with Liam, The Royal Council, and the heads of the Cordonian Armed Forces.

All that was on top of scheduling engagement pictures, the engagement party, private fittings for a custom-made dress, picking out flowers, and cake…… thank god she had Hana and Max to run point on all things wedding related. Still, the final decisions rested in her hands.

Then the attack on the orchards had happened, thrusting her somehow into a public relations role. Her, of all people. She attended meetings in the situation room with Liam and Drake, conferred with the palace’s PR team, scoured intelligence briefings, and made public statements to the press, hoping that she had found the right words to calm and reassure the people. Even though she herself often felt far from calm or assured of anything.

But the most difficult thing she’d done by far was swallowing her pride and convincing Madeleine to work for her.

Now she was standing in front of a full-length mirror having a strategy meeting with the woman that had been the bane of her existence for the entirety of the engagement tour, while Max held up dresses for her approval and Hana picked out her accessories.

“This one is the Ebrim house colors!” Max enthused.

“You haven’t steered me wrong yet,” Riley took the dress out of his hands and tried it on.

She admired herself in the mirror. The floor-length purple dress was sparkly with a plunging neckline, putting her cleavage on prominent display. She twisted one way then the other checking out how the dress hugged her curves before nodding in approval, “This is the one!”

She was rewarded an hour later when she exited the dressing room and saw her future husband’s face light up.

Drake had been waiting for her in the private train car. He was standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall, phone in hand when he heard the door slide open. His eyes flicked from the phone screen to his fiancée, then back to the phone screen before jerking up to find her again. He fumbled the phone, barely keeping it in his grasp as his eyes raked greedily down her body, “Riley! Wow!”

“You like it?” She smiled as she spun to give him the full effect.

“Like it?” He pushed away from the wall and pocketed the phone so he could pull her into his arms, “That dress nearly killed me! Are you sure it’s not overkill for an informal dinner?”

“Oh honey, nothing involving crown business is ever really informal,” she told him as she tipped her head to the side to give him access to her neck.

He knew the drill. No mussing up the hair and makeup before a royal event. After, and sometimes even during if they could sneak away, all bets were off. But perfection was required for making a proper entrance.

There was no lipstick to smear on the side of her neck and he loved the way she shivered when he peppered it with kisses. Her low moan and the feel of her body trembling in his arms just pushed his anticipation for the end of the night higher.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered in her ear, “you have no idea the torture you put me through…”

“Oh, I have some idea,” she told him with a teasing smile as she pulled away, “You look pretty good yourself, Walker.”

Drake shook his head with a laugh at the reference to the suit he was wearing. The button-down shirt wasn’t a far cry from his usual, just dressier than denim. The jacket and slacks were an upgrade, but he still refused to wear a tie.

She didn’t care what he wore. The denim was fine with her. He was the one determined to fit into a world he’d always hated.

For her.

She sighed as she ran a hand down his chest and thought, not for the first time, that maybe she should have declined Liam’s request for help with…well, everything.

But she wanted to help him. She wanted to be involved. She liked making a difference in the world. And as it turned out, she was good at it! She fit seamlessly into Liam’s world.

But where did that leave her husband to be, she wondered as she watched him fidget with the collar of his shirt. It was sweet that he was willing to push himself outside his comfort zone for her, but she didn’t like that he felt like he had to.

She reached up and undid the top button, “Let yourself breathe babe.”

“I just don’t want to do anything to embarrass you tonight.”

“You couldn’t if you tried. I love you. Now, come on before we’re late, Liam is probably already out front waiting on us.”

Liam was indeed standing next to the limo when they exited the train. His face went slack when he saw her, “Riley! You look amazing!”

“Thank you,” she felt her face color not at the compliment as much as the obvious effect she was having on her former lover. She shot a glance sideways at Drake to see if it upset him but he didn’t seem to notice.

Liam recovered quickly, smoothing his face back into polite monarch mode and giving her a chaste peck on the cheek before helping her into the limo and then sliding in after her. He took the seat across from her. Drake slipped into the seat next to her.

Drake talked about the deep-sea fishing off the coast of Portavira as they drove. Riley’s eyes lifted slowly to meet Liam’s. It wasn’t the first time she had caught him staring at her with frank unadorned longing on his face. The sexual tension still hung in the air between them, so thick it was almost suffocating and how her intended never noticed it was beyond her.

The yearning disappeared from his face as he composed it into a cordial smile the moment he noticed her looking, but the damage had been done. Warmth had already exploded inside her, heating her blood and making her heart race. She glanced quickly away and slipped her hand into Drake’s to steady herself.

She had made her choice and she was in love with the man she had committed to. Drake gave her everything she could ask for from a man and so much more. He was loyal and brave, funny and kind, intelligent and endearing. He centered her, he calmed her, he grounded her. She loved everything about him. The deep rumbling of his voice, the way his hair fell in his eyes but he refused to cut it, the way he talked with his hands when something excited him, the way he loved with his whole heart. She loved his snarkiness, his sharp, witty repartee that kept her on her toes and she loved the tender, soul-baring honesty of the declarations he whispered to her when no one else was around to hear. She loved him.

But Liam still ignited a fire within her with every glance, every seemingly innocent touch and she had no idea what to do about it other than ignore it and hope it went away.

“How does that sound?” Drake asked as the car coasted to a stop in front of the seaside restaurant they were meeting the Ebrims at.

“That sounds lovely,” Riley responded, hoping it was the right answer.

“Great! I’ll find out where I can rent a boat for tomorrow night!”

Greetings and pleasantries were exchanged, seats were taken, orders were placed and the conversation turned to the weather.

“You’ve probably seen the news about the wedding,” Drake said as a way to segue into the topic they were really there to discuss.

“We have! Congratulations to both of you,” Landon responded.

“Thank you,” Riley beamed at him, “We would like to personally extend an invitation to all of you!”

While Liam and Riley attempted to sway the Ebrims toward attending the wedding, the waiters sat piping hot bread bowls filled with steaming bisque in front of them.

Drake started to tear off a piece of his bread bowl but froze as his eyes flitted around the table. Everyone else was eating the bisque with a spoon. He sighed as he picked up his own spoon, wondering what the point of a bread bowl was if you weren’t going to eat it.

“This is a nice place you’ve got here,” Drake commented when there was a lull in the conversation.

“The restaurant?” Landon asked, “We don’t own the restaurant.”

“No, of course not,” Drake stammered, “I just meant the whole duchy. It’s very nice.”

“It is quite lovely,” Hana agreed.

“And this food is amazing!” Max added, “Kudos to the chef!”

“Thank you,” Landon smiled at them, “This is my favorite restaurant, because of the food and the view.”

“It’s an amazing view!” Drake agreed, “It would make a great painting or postcard! I’d love to have a postcard of this place!”

“We don’t have…er, postcards..” Emmeline gave him a puzzled look.

“I just meant it’s a great view…” Drake trailed off in frustration. This was why he hated socializing. It was stupid.

He sighed as he leaned back in his chair. Fuck it. He tore off a chunk of bread and dunked it in the bisque before bringing it to his mouth. He closed his eyes briefly in appreciation as he chewed. Delicious!

That’s how you were supposed to deal with a bread bowl. He met Riley’s eyes across the table. She was biting back an amused smile, her eyes sparkling with mirth. He had to repress one of his own as he shook his head ever so slightly.

One glance and he knew that she knew the exact thoughts that had spilled through his brain. She really got him. And she shared his disdain for the superficial, hypocritical bullshit of court. The difference between them was that she knew how to play the game and could do it without letting it get to her.

Catty, backstabbing, and backhanded compliments rolled right off her. She suffered fools patiently with a serene smile pasted on her face. She charmed and coaxed the nobility, she turned fence-sitters into allies and enemies into fence-sitters. And she did it all without the extensive lifelong training that Leo and Liam had received.

Not that those lessons had taken in Leo’s case.

As angry as Drake had once been at Leo, he recognized that Riley would never have come into his life otherwise. If Liam hadn’t been thrust into the role of crown prince, they never would have been in New York that night. He couldn’t regret that.

Riley’s attention was pulled from Drake as the conversation turned to the devastating floods that had recently ravaged the port community.

She was instantly on alert. This was something they could use. Her eyes met Liam’s over her water glass. He gave her an imperceptible nod. She knew they were thinking the same thing. They were perfectly in tune like that. They made a formidable diplomatic team. Turning to Landon, she asked, “Is there anything we can do to help?”

“I’ve allocated crown resources of course,” Liam added, “but if there’s anything Riley and I can personally do…”

“We’re here to help.” She finished his sentence.

Liam felt pride stir in his chest. She had them. She always did. He had never worked a room with anyone as in synch with him as she was. Not Leo, not his father, no one. They made an unstoppable team and he regretted that he had ever questioned her suitability for the role.

The way she had handled the press after the attack on the orchards had cemented for him just how perfect she was for the role. When she had told the press, and the public, that “No true king would give in to their demands!” he had known then and there that she was exactly the woman he needed by his side.

His father had been wrong. The council had been wrong. She was perfect for the role. She was perfect for him.

But she wasn’t his.

His eyes flicked across the table to Drake, taking in the way his best friend’s eyes lingered on her, the soft, contented smile on his face as he watched her and he felt guilt, anger, and loss punch him in the gut in rapid succession.

The dinner wrapped up with promises for Riley and Liam and their entourage to join the charity polo match the following day. As everyone prepared to leave for the Ebrim estate, Liam pulled Riley to the side, “That was very well done.”

“Thank you, but I know I’m not quite at your level.”

“What are you talking about?” Drake walked up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist.

“I was just complimenting Riley on her diplomacy skills,” Liam smothered his irritation. Drake was with her nearly every minute of the day. All Liam wanted was a few moments of her time, a few crumbs of her attention.

Riley smiled as she ran her hands along the arms that encircled her, “And I was telling him that I feel like I still need some work. My nonverbal communication could use some polishing.”

“Well, I think you’re perfect!” Drake kissed her neck, just behind her ear.

“Mm,” Riley smiled and relaxed back into him.

Liam cleared his throat, “Yes, well... Riley does display a natural propensity for diplomacy, but she could benefit from a crash course in body language management.”

“Yes!” Riley agreed.

“I would be more than happy to give you a few pointers. Right now, if you like. So you’re more prepared for tomorrow.”

“That would be great, Liam!”

“Okay,” Drake released her, “I’ll meet you back at the Ebrim’s.”

“Wait, you’re leaving?”

Drake’s eyes went to Liam and back to Riley, “Yeah…I don’t think I’m required for this. We all know that I’m never going to be good at it no matter how many pointers Liam has to offer.”

“I’ll wait over there,” Liam pointed toward the nearest dock, “while you say goodbye.”

Riley spun in Drake’s arms, “Diplomacy isn’t your strong suit. That’s why you don’t do it, remember?”

He combed his fingers through her hair as he spoke, “Yeah, but…I just want to be an asset to you, Riley, not an embarrassment…”

“Oh, Drake, you big marshmallow, you could never be an embarrassment! Are you kidding me? I prefer you just the way you are, rough edges and all!”

“Really?”

“Really!” She went up on her tiptoes, bringing her lips to his.

He returned the kiss with all the passion she’d come to expect from him. He showed his love through physical touch and acts of service. He wasn’t great with words, but god did he know how to let his body do the talking for him.

“I love you the way you are,” she told him when she pulled away, “You don’t need to change for me. Besides, you’re good at so many other things.”

“Oh yeah, like what?”

“Security for one. You’re a genius at it. Do you think Liam knows what securing the perimeter or shoring up the flank means?”

“Yes.”

“Would he know how to do either thing?”

“No.”

“And he sure doesn’t have your extensive knowledge of weapons, or horses, or martial arts, does he?”

“Yeah, but-“

“But nothing, mister! I’m the one that agreed to help Liam with all the crown business, not you. There’s no reason you have to be good at any of this!”

“I just don’t want you to think I don’t care about the things that are important to you!”

“And I don’t want you to feel like you have to change for me,” she insisted.

“Okay, you’re right,” he sighed with relief, “Does that mean I don’t have to do any more of these fancy dinners?”

“Not if you don’t want to! But you do have to play polo tomorrow, sorry.”

“Meh. Smacking a ball with a mallet is more up my alley than worrying about which fork I’m using anyway. And there are horses involved, so I’m all good!”

“Good! Now kiss me again before you leave!”

She was a little breathless when they pulled apart. He made her go weak in the knees and the cocky grin on his face told her that he knew it.

“I’ll be waiting at Penelope’s,” he whispered in her ear before glancing up and giving Liam a wave goodbye.

She watched him walk away then turned and made her way to the railing next to the dock where Liam was patiently waiting.

“Everything okay?” He asked.

“Yes, fine,” Riley replied.

“Good! Now, if you’re ready, I’ve taken the liberty of procuring a boat for the evening’s tutorial!” He gestured to what looked to be a sixty-foot yacht waiting at the end of the pier.

“Oh, wow! How did you manage that on literally no notice?”

He gave her a dazzling smile as he offered her his arm, “A man can’t reveal all his secrets, can he?”

“Fine. Keep your secrets,” she teased as she took his arm, “Lead on Captain Liam! Or should I say King Captain Liam?”

“I can do without the ‘King’ once in a while. I preferred it when I was ‘just Liam’ to you….” He trailed off as his eyes traced across her face.

She looked out over the water, away from him, hoping the darkening of the sky as evening faded into night hid the pink that flamed across her cheeks. “You’ll always be just Liam to me,” she replied quietly.

“I can’t begin to tell you how much it pleases me to hear that.” He told her as they walked down the dock and boarded the ship.

“Shall we?” he gestured to a row of lounge seats attached to the railing.

She took a seat as the yacht glided away from the dock and headed further into the Mediterranean. “It’s a beautiful evening.” She inhaled the night air deeply basking in the peacefulness. There was a beautiful starlit sky, and the weather was a perfect autumn temperature, not too hot, not too cold with just a hint of a breeze drifting off the water.

“I’ve always loved how quiet things are on the water. I could stare at it all night,” Liam said, “But I promised you lessons and the first lesson calls for props!” He pulled a chilled container out from under the deck’s bar and uncorked a bottle of champagne, pouring two glasses as he talked about toasts.

Riley’s eyes scanned the deck of the Italian yacht. Full crew. Chilled champagne, Armand de Brignac, her favorite brand, two Baccarat champagne flutes. There was no way this had been an impromptu rental. She was suddenly uncomfortably aware that they had not been alone together since the Statue of Liberty.

The night she had rejected him.

The night they had the most mind-blowing sex of their relationship inside the statue. She turned her head and rested her chin on the railing, pretending to stare out over the water to cover up her sudden nervousness.

Liam took the seat next to her and handed her a glass of champagne as the boat slowed to a stop and dropped anchor.

Liam talked, Riley listened and then they played out several scenarios involving toasts. Liam proposed hypothetical diplomatic landmines and Riley successfully navigated her way around all of them. She slowly relaxed as Liam’s nothing but professional and polite conversation and the effects of the alcohol soothed her.

“Look at you,” Liam smiled, “I told you, you’re naturally good at this. You barely need me.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” she returned his smile.

“There is one more thing I can teach you, Riley….” He turned his body to face her, his arm resting across the back of the seating, “body language. You asked about nonverbals. I have a few suggestions.”

She leaned toward him, “I’m all ears!”

“Did you know that roughly eighty percent of communication is nonverbal?”

“What? That much? No!”

“Oh, it is! You can tell a lot about what people don’t want you to know by paying attention to their body language and facial expressions. You can learn to read the signals people give off unintentionally. Take Drake for instance, you can tell when he’s with someone he trusts, he hooks his fingers in his pockets when he feels comfortable.”

“Aww, he’s got a tell!”

“That’s how I first realized he had feelings for you….”

“What?” She was startled at the sudden shift the conversation had taken.

“He was relaxed and comfortable in your presence when it was just the two of you. The times you were together, but apart from the rest of the group, for instance, in a crowded ballroom, but in a back corner out of the way of said crowd. Reversely, he was nervous when the two of you were around other people. Especially me.”

Very rarely was Riley ever struck speechless, but that did it. “I…”

His eyes searched her face, “You didn’t know?”

“Know….what?”

“That he had feelings for you from the beginning.”

“I didn’t know,” she replied quietly, eyes dropping to her lap.

“That’s what I thought,” Liam responded thoughtfully as he twirled the glass in his hand, watching the remaining liquid swirl around the sides, “Nice to know I haven’t lost my touch reading people.”

She reached for his arm, “Liam, I’m sorry-“

“What?” he looked up from his glass, “No, no! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable! I’m the one that’s sorry! Let’s…Let’s get back to those lessons!”

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

“I’m sure!” He diffused the situation with humor. Making her laugh had always been easy. They shared the same sense of humor. “Hey, Riley, why can’t you hear a pterodactyl going to the bathroom?”

“What?” She laughed, “Why?”

“Because the “P” is silent!”

“Oh, my God!” She covered her mouth as laughter shook her body, “That was bad!”

“So bad it was good?”

“No!”

“But you’re laughing!” Her laughter made him laugh, which made her laugh harder.

“Okay, okay, okay!” She gasped, “I’m done! No more dad jokes, okay?”

“No promises,” he shook his head with a smile, “ready to get back to it?”

She wiped the tears of mirth from the corners of her eyes, “Yeah, I’m ready!”

Twenty minutes later she felt she had a good grasp of the concept. “Wait, wait, wait! Watch this!” She smoothed out her expression letting her face go blank, “What did that say?”

“Very little…which is the whole point. You’re the perfect example of courtly composure.”

“Thank you!” she let her smile rush back.

“Thank you, Riley, for agreeing to help me with all the diplomatic stuff. You’ve fallen into the role so well, it’s like you were born to it, honestly. You’re perfect.”

The unadorned longing was back in his face, and he wasn’t trying to hide it this time.

“Thanks,” Riley turned her head away to watch the play of the boat’s lights along the water as a myriad of emotions collided inside her. The only sound was the peaceful lapping of waves against the boat’s hull as it drifted through the harbor.

They sat in silence, staring out over the water, both lost in their own thoughts for a good while.

“In peaceful moments like this, you can almost forget what the region has been through,” Liam broke the silence and changed the subject, “They’ve had more natural disasters in the past few months than most of Cordonia has faced in years.”

The self-blame in his voice brought her up short, “Hey, don’t go feeling responsible for that. Kings can’t prevent earthquakes or floods, or meteor strikes!”

“If we could, that would be quite a superpower,” he chuckled softly, before heaving a sigh of discontent, “I don’t blame myself for this, Riley…but it’s hard not to feel my reign thus far has been one crisis after another.”

“Liam…”

He tipped his head back and looked up at the stars, “Riley….do you think I’m doing enough for Cordonia?”

“Of course you are! Things might be hard right now, but you’ll learn as you go,” she reached over without thinking and took his hand in hers. “And you’ll have me by your side.”

He turned his head to search her eyes and she suddenly became hyperaware of just how close they were to each other. She stopped breathing for a heartbeat.

He ran a hand gently down the side of her face as she dropped her gaze to her lap. His feather-light touch sent goosebumps chasing down her spine. Using a finger and thumb, he grasped her chin and tipped her head up. His thumb ghosted across her lips,  “I want to kiss you,” he whispered.

He waited for her to object.

She licked her lips.

His mouth met hers, and her lips parted,  his tongue slid softly against hers, moving languidly. One arm wrapped around her waist and tugged her closer, as the other continued to caress her face before moving to tangle in her hair.

She leaned into that kiss, her heart rate speeding up as her hands slid up his chest.

He pulled her closer and kissed her harder.

She pushed him away, gasping for air, “Liam….”

“I know, I’m sorry,” he reached for her, and their hands entwined with each other, his forehead resting on hers, “I got carried away. It won’t happen again. Please accept my apologies. I couldn’t bear to lose your friendship, Riley!”

“Liam…I….” Her whole body was trembling.

The two of them alone in the moonlight brought so many memories rushing back. All of the good ones.

But even the bad ones weren't so bad anymore. They had worked past coronation night, they had worked past her refusal of his proposal. They had salvaged a friendship and forged a working relationship. At least that’s what she had believed until this moment.

She still loved him. The realization hit her like a freight train. Then guilt plowed right into her, and she pulled away from him and jumped to her feet, “I guess we should…get back…”

“Certainly, if that’s what you want,” Liam stood immediately, reaching for her again, “but please tell me that my unwelcome slip-up won’t affect our working together, or our friendship,” he pleaded.

“That’s the problem, Liam….it wasn’t unwelcomed.”

“Oh! I…I’m not sure I understand….”

“Neither do I!” She fought back tears, “but it can’t happen again!”

“Of course not!”

“And I have to tell Drake!”

“Are you sure that’s wise?” Liam asked hesitantly.

“Yes? No…maybe?”

“Whatever you think is best. I’ll follow your lead on this.”

It had been an accident, a momentary slip-up. If it was never repeated, then maybe she didn’t have to tell him, right? No, she had to tell him. “I…I don’t know, I’m not sure….”

“Well, perhaps sleep on it before you make any rash decisions.”

“I don’t know, Liam….I feel like he has a right to know.”

“I realize I might not be the best person to advise you on this, since I’m the one that just kissed you, so I won’t try. But I need you to know…”

“Know what?” She wasn’t sure if it was anxiety or butterflies clawing through her stomach. Maybe a little of both.

“That I’m here, Riley. For whatever you need.”

“Thank you, Liam. I appreciate that.”

The ride to the Ebrim estate was filled with superficial chit-chat, that felt wrong, forced, and awkward. Which wasn’t what she wanted at all. As the car rolled to a stop she turned and took his hand, “Liam, we don’t have to talk about the damn weather and the fluctuating cost of apples! I know what happened tonight threw us both for a loop but can we just…I don’t know…go back to being us?”

The moment it fell from her lips she realized her error, “I don’t mean us, like us…I mean, our friendship, the way it’s been since-“

“It’s okay, Riley,” he squeezed her hand, “I know what you meant, and I’m gratified that you value our friendship.”

“Okay, good,” she sighed with relief. She and Liam would be okay. If they could get past him allowing her to be drug out of the coronation and her refusing his proposal, they could get past this. It was just one little kiss after all.

The bigger issue was how she was going to explain what had happened to her fiancée. Especially when she wasn’t sure she understood it herself.

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Violet Bridgertons Party Service

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/59603131 by benophiefan Lady Violet Bridgerton spent years being the top party planner of all of London. But when her children are planning important events in their lives, chaos ensues. Aka Violet dealing with her children’s various wedding and party drama. Words: 2213, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Violet Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Gregory Bridgerton, Hyacinth Bridgerton, Simon Basset, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Sophie Beckett | Sophie Baek, Penelope Featherington, Phillip Crane, John Stirling I, Michaela Stirling, Agatha Danbury, Lord Ledger (Bridgerton), Edmund Bridgerton Relationships: Simon Basset/Daphne Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Eloise Bridgerton/Phillip Crane, Sophie Beckett | Sophie Baek/Benedict Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton/John Stirling I, Francesca Bridgerton/Michaela Stirling, Agatha Danbury/Lord Ledger, Violet Bridgerton & Bridgerton Siblings, Anthony & Benedict & Colin & Daphne & Eloise & Francesca & Gregory & Hyacinth Bridgerton Additional Tags: Weddings, Violet Bridgerton Knows Everything, Good Parent Violet Bridgerton, Chaotic Bridgerton Family (Bridgerton), Bridgerton Family Feels, Bridgerton Family Fun, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Weddings and birthdays and more parties oh my, Fluff and Humor, Bridgertons Share One Brain Cell read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/59603131

[smutconnoisseur]

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞-𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭

Masterlist of all my creations for @buckybarnesevents - Juneiverse 2023

My card was C4014, and throughout the event, I had three cards. I completed two full cards and one square on a third.

C4014 (1)

C - 1 ★ Demon ★ Demon!Bucky x Librarian!Steve | Rated: E | 2.5K

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 ➣ As an incubus, he is not in the business of fulfilling wishes. Bucky, however, literally lives to make one man's fantasies come true.

“This is my world.”

C - 2 ★ Bed & Breakfest ★ B&B Owner!Bucky | Rated: E | 892

𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐩 ➣ Bucky finishes checking storm precautions at Barnes Bed & Breakfast but is startled by a sudden knocking at the door. With no guests due to flooding, he investigates the noise with growing apprehension.

C - 3 ★ Adrenaline ★ Thief!Bucky | Rated: M | 934

𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐲 ➣ He thrives under pressure, fueled by the ticking clock and the thrilling rush of almost getting caught. That's why he does what he does - there's no high like pulling off a great fucking heist.

C - 4 ★ Friends With Benefits ★ Bucky Barnes x Johnny Storm | Rated: E | 2K

𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐫 ➣ After a fight in mid-town, Johnny returns home after a shitty day. Beaten, tired, and to an unexpected guest.

"I don't remember giving you a key."

"Forget who you're talking to?"

C4014 (2)

C - 1 ★ Priest ★ Losing My Religion | Dark!Priest!Bucky x Demon!Steve | Rated: E | 1.3K

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧 ➣ A priest must protect his secrets at the cost of his faith while grappling with his own inner demons.

C - 2 ★ Historical ★ King!Bucky x Gladiador!Steve | Rated: M | 728

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧 ➣ In the midst of a gladiator fight in the Colosseum, a young king finds solace and courage in the unwavering support of his consort.

C - 3 ★ Farmer ★ Trailer Park Prince | Trailer Park Slut!Bucky x Farmer!Steve | Rated: M | 500+

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 ➣ Steve had offered Henry and Cheryl a farewell and a thank you for everything they had done for him over the years as he took over the farm from his folks. But now that left Steve without his main supplier and labor source since their grandsons only came during the summer to visit.

It was something Steve was used to—adapting. Until one day at the local farmers market changes his world. And the tiny denim shorts don’t hurt either.

C - 4 ★ Modern ★ Pastry Chef!Bucky x Wedding Planner!Steve | Rated: NR | 181

𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 ➣ As Steve savored the delicate pastry at Barnes Patisserie, he couldn't help but feel captivated by the effortlessly elegant pastry chef. He knew he had to find a way to catch sight of the chef again. After all, he needed more sweetness in his life.

C4014 (3)

C - 2 ★ Circus ★ Ringmaster!Bucky x Performer!Steve | Rated: T | 311

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 ➣ If their story were told in a book of fairytales and romance, Bucky imagines it would go something like this: "And then, amidst the wonder of the circus, the handsome ringmaster fell for the fiery flame breather in the heart of the big top.”

A/n: Thank you to the mods @buckybarnesevents for hosting this event and sparking so much creativity!

Graphics courtesy of @rookthornesartistry

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dom/liv

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General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - for a long time.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - meh they don't need love. just hot sex.

How was their first kiss? - very awkward. the whole world saw it and dom's reaction.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - liv proposed.

Who is the best man/men? - damian & finn.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - rhea ....

Who did the most planning? - a wedding planner.

Who stressed the most? - liv cause she wasn't sure if dom would go through with it or leave him at the alter.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - no one.

Sex:

Who is on top? - they're both switches but dom tends to let liv have control.

Who is the one to instigate things? - liv

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - a few hours

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - they do. dom makes sure liv has the most.

How rough are they in bed? - there's a lot of hair pulling. Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - 4

How many children will they adopt? - they'll adopt puppies and kitties.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - liv cause dom will puke.

Who is the stricter parent? - neither. they are neutral.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - liv

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - pls they both give the kids lunch money.

Who is the more loved parent? - they both are.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? liv and dom. but not together because they'll end up making out or giggling.

Who cried the most at graduation? - both did.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - haha with their records ... neither. they'll let the kids build their own records.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - liv

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - dominik ... he won't eat hardly anything and depends tendies.

Who does the grocery shopping? - they instacart.

How often do they bake desserts? - every day cause the whole family eats the desserts.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - meat lover. liv has salads but not all the time.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - dom but he doesn't do the cooking. he gets takeout.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - dominik

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - dominik

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - they hired a maid.

Who is really against chores? - all of them so they don't have any.

Who cleans up after the pets? - the kids clean up after the pets.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - both dom and liv.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - guest? pls they don't have anyone come over.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - the main and she keeps it.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - liv

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - they both do.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - only for halloween & christmas

What are their goals for the relationship? - to live happily and and take care of their kids.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - both

Who plays the most pranks? - the kids play pranks on their parents.

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wedding vows

Pairing: Michael Clifford & Calum Hood, Calum Hood/Roy English, Michael Clifford/Crystal Leigh Rating: Teen and Up Key Tags: Friendship, Weddings, Sentimental, Fluff Word Count: 5,573 Read on AO3

Summary:

Oh. It’s January 11. Michael is getting married today.

Calum instantly wakes to his alarm, the chorus of “She Looks So Perfect” blaring through the room at full volume.  It’s his special occasion alarm, the one he only uses when it’s important that he gets up, given that the opening notes still give him an adrenaline rush after seven years of playing the song live to screaming crowds.  He practically leaps from bed to silence it, sitting up, rubbing his eyes, and trying to figure out what’s so important about today that last-night-him decided to use that song.

Oh.  It’s January 11.  Michael is getting married today.

Calum rolls out of bed, wincing when his feet come into contact with the cold hardwood.  He slips on a flannel in place of a robe and grabs his phone, then heads to the kitchen where he can faintly hear Roy puttering around.

Duke trots over to him when he spots Calum coming down the hall, but doesn’t clamor to be let out or fed.  Roy must have done that when he got up, but Calum will take him on a short walk before he leaves for Michael’s.  Because this is an abbreviated ceremony rather than the full wedding, he doesn’t need to arrive to help direct the caterers and wedding decorators until mid-afternoon.  He has a bit more responsibility since none of the parents are there to help, but the event planner should take care of most of the logistics, leaving him free to attend to Michael.

“Hey, bud,” he murmurs, crouching down to scratch his fingers through Duke’s thick fur.  “Uncle Mike’s getting married today.  I’ll take pictures for you.”

Duke wags his tail, even though Calum knows full well that he doesn’t care about the pictures and is going to be displeased when both he and Roy are out of the house for most of the afternoon and evening.  Calum smacks a kiss to the top of his head and continues on his way.

Roy is humming to himself and messily spreading jam on some toast when Calum enters, Duke trotting after him.  He looks like he just got back from a run, and he smells like it, too, but Calum gives him a kiss on the cheek on his way to the coffee machine anyway.

“Great rising,” Roy says, interrupting his song to do so.  “Ready for today?”

“Think so,” Calum says, getting down his favorite mug and pressing the right buttons on the machine.  “It’s not like I’m getting married.  It’s not even the proper wedding.”

“It’s still a big deal,” Roy says.  Calum hums.

Michael is getting married today.  Michael, who Calum can still remember being an unreasonably tall, extremely loud kid pushing him out of his comfort zone but always there to catch Calum when he stumbled, is getting married.  The same Michael who he’s been writing songs with for ten years.  The same Michael who snorted water out of his nose the last time Calum saw him.

Michael is getting married today.

“Yeah, it’s a big deal,” Calum concedes.

At least Calum doesn’t have to give a speech today.  He probably will, because he’ll take any opportunity to talk up one of his brothers, but it takes some pressure off knowing that the crowd will be his best friends and people he at least knows in passing rather than a sea of strangers.   It’s a good thing he makes a living being on stage, because before the band he was absolutely shit at public speaking.

“Are we riding together, or separately?” Calum asks, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Together,” Roy says.  “I want to see Crys before she gets ready.”

Calum hums.  Roy may be a groomsman, but he’s been friends with Crystal since before Michael and Calum came into the picture.  It makes sense that he wants to spend a few seconds with her before she gets swept up in all of the preparations for the day.  It’s also probably a good idea for them to carpool because Michael’s house doesn’t have unlimited parking.

“Want toast?” Roy asks.  Calum nods and watches as Roy puts two more pieces of toast in the toaster.

Wow.  Michael is getting married today.  Somehow the thought holds even more weight after a sip of coffee.

Calum sighs and pushes all of his feelings about that to the side.  He can address that when he’s properly caffeinated and actually at Michael’s house.  For now, his only responsibility is breakfast.

-/-

When Calum arrives, decorations are being set up in the backyard.  He pokes his head out there to ensure that everything is going well, and all of the event staff assure him that they don’t have any questions right now.  Everyone in the backyard is in motion, hanging lights and adjusting speakers or meticulously setting silverware at each place setting.  He compliments the flower arrangements, which are just beginning to be compiled, watches the stage set up for a moment, then heads inside to find Michael.

The inside of the house is largely untouched.  Michael and Crystal will do their first look in the sun room, then they’ll greet everyone and take more pictures on the outer deck.  Afterwards, they’ll sign the papers and actually get married in the backyard, but otherwise the festivities are confined to their rooms as they get ready.  Crystal gets the main part of the house, while Michael is set up in a guest room.  Calum carefully makes his way there, avoiding the parts of the house under construction, suit carefully wrapped in plastic over his shoulder.  He has to step over a baby gate at one point, no doubt set up to ensure that the dogs don’t get in the way of people setting up or accidentally get stepped on with so much foot traffic today, and both dogs meet him there with furiously wagging tails and tongues lolling out of their mouths.

“Hey guys,” he says, leaning down to pet them.  It’s a good thing that neither of them shed too much, because dog hair on Michael’s nice, expensive, designer black suit doesn’t exactly fit with the wedding aesthetic.  Calum knows that Michael is going to cuddle with them before he actually signs the paper.

“Mum and dad are getting married today,” Calum tells the dogs very seriously, running a hand over Moose’s back.  Southy presses his cold, wet nose impatiently against his hand until Calum pays equal attention to him.  “Are you both excited?  Huh?  Yes, you are!  Good doggies!”

He doesn’t let himself spend too much time with them, clock ticking in the back of his mind in a countdown to the marriage.  There will be extra time for the dogs later, but right now he has to check in with Michael and see what he needs.

Calum knocks gently on the door to the guest suite.

“Who is it?” Michael calls, voice muffled from the wood.

“Just me,” he replies.  Michael opens the door, and Calum envelopes him in a hug, awkward squishing of his plastic-covered suit be damned.  Michael squeezes him tightly before stepping back, letting him fully inside and closing the door behind him.

“Hey, buddy,” Ashton says from the bed where he’s lounging back, a warm spot in the large, light room.  “You’re a little late.  I was worried I would have to take over best man duties.”

“Fuck off,” Calum says, striding over to lean down and give him a one-armed hug, too.  “I’m right on time.  You’re just early to everything these days.”

On the rare occasion when Ashton isn’t early, he’s always significantly late.  Besides, him being Michael’s best man wouldn’t be the end of the world.  Ashton and Luke have already been involved in the planning almost as much as him, and he knows that it’ll be that way for the actual wedding in Bali as well, whenever they get to hold it.  For as much as Calum is the best man, he likes to think that it’s mostly because Michael couldn’t get away with having three of them.

Maybe the band will rotate around best men whenever they get married, so everyone gets a chance.  Then again, maybe Luke or Ashton will choose a brother, or maybe they’ll go outside of the band.  Either way, Calum knows that the title is just that: a title.  They’re all standing together with Michael today.

“Is anyone else here?” he asks.

“I don’t know about the bridesmaids, but it’s just Ashton for me right now,” Michael says.

“Roy’s here, he’s saying hi to Crystal,” Calum says.  “Besides, we have time.”

“Yeah, of course,” Michael says, sticking his hands in his pockets.  He’s not dressed yet, wearing a simple hoodie and sweatpants, and he immediately takes his hands out of his pockets again to fidget with the drawstrings on his sweatshirt.

“You nervous?” Calum asks quietly.  The corners of Michael’s mouth tug up in a small smile.

“No.  Not nervous.  Antsy, maybe.  I’m ready to be married.”

“Should’ve had the ceremony in the morning, then,” Calum quips.

“Nah, the ladies need time to get dolled up,” Ashton chimes in.  “That’s why we’re here, to keep you from going crazy while you twiddle your thumbs and wait and maybe get a little dolled up, too.”

Calum hums.

“Luke will probably bring makeup, if you want some extra glitter for your wedding,” he says.  Michael smiles and shakes his head.

“The day I experiment with glittery makeup should not be my wedding day,” he says.  “That’s not a decision I should make three hours before tying the knot and taking the pictures.  We should’ve planned that at least three weeks ago.”

Another knock on the door interrupts them before the conversation can continue, and Roy slips inside, Luke right on his heels.  Hugs get passed around, then Calum actually forces himself to do responsible best man duties like tell everyone to hang up their suits so they don’t crease weird and double check the timeline to ensure everyone will be ready when pictures start.  Luke pulls him aside while Ashton finds a steamer and quietly asks Calum if he brought that long coat with the fancy embroidery that he wants to borrow for dinner, which Calum did, but they’re interrupted by the arrival of the other groomsmen.

Suddenly the bedroom feels small, rather than ridiculously large.  It’s a change from the past few months of the pandemic, where they’ve all barely seen each other, and although Calum loves it, it sets something weird under his skin for a second.  Michael seems to be feeling it, too, if the way he keeps glancing around is any indication, but Calum planned for this.

“Alright, everyone, suits on,” he commands.  “We have a wedding to attend!”

It’s still crowded in the room, but Michael seems happier now that everyone has a task to do, including him.  Calum changes in record time, none of them feeling particularly shy about dressing in front of each other after years of doing it in front of various people in various dressing rooms.  Michael slips into the bathroom with his fancy suit.  Roy helps Calum with his buttons, and Calum doesn’t even call him on the fact that it’s just an excuse to ogle his chest in public.  He does smirk at him, and Roy responds with a quirk of his eyebrows.  Calum would love to extend the moment longer, but he has a job to do and can’t get distracted.  Instead, he turns around to help Ashton adjust his fancy pocket square.

It almost feels like getting ready before a show, but while the atmosphere is equally charged, there’s something besides adrenaline in the air.

Calum doesn’t want to get too sappy before the wedding has even started, but it’s probably the power of love.  It’s the easiest explanation.

Michael is getting married today.  Calum can’t help his grin at the thought.

His grin only widens when Michael steps out of the bathroom.  

The suit looked great when he tried it on in the store, but it especially suits him today.  The leafy pattern in the black shirt looks magical when it catches the light, although the top button is undone still, and the suit jacket fits him perfectly, tailored to ensure he’s comfortable and feels as good as he looks.  Someone whistles, then the room fills with deafening applause and cheering.  Michael ducks his head sheepishly, waving off the compliments.

“Damn, Michael!” Ashton calls.  “You clean up good.”

He laughs, cheeks red.  Calum steps forward and puts a hand on his shoulder, squeezing comfortingly.

“You look amazing,” he says sincerely.

“Yeah?” Michael asks hopefully, like he needs to be sure that Calum means what he’s saying.  Michael has left lots of insecurities behind, but it’s an important day.  Michael is getting married, and it makes sense that he wants to double check that he looks his best.

“Yes,” Calum confirms with a grin.  “Seriously, Crystal is a lucky girl.”

Michael smiles, all of Calum’s joy reflected back at him.

“Here, let me get that button for you,” he says.  Michael tilts his chin up, giving Calum access to the button right at the base of his throat.  Calum’s fingers brush the soft skin of his neck as he fastens in, trying his best not to choke him, and once he finishes he pats the prickly part of Michael’s cheek twice.

“Handsome lad,” he says.  Michael swats his hand away, rolling his eyes fondly.

“Help me with the necklace, too?” he asks, holding up the silver chain that needs to fit under his collar.  Calum gladly takes it and helps him with that, too.

Holy shit.  Michael is getting married today.

By the time Michael is ready for the first look and Calum shuffles everyone else out to the outer deck for the signature cocktails and mocktails, the energy among the guests is buzzing, excitement undercutting every casual conversation and stretching their smiles wide.  While the guests wait for Michael and Crystal to see each other for the first time since getting ready and get their pictures, Calum flits from person to person, seemingly unable to keep his energy under control.

His best friend is getting married today.  Michael, the guy he’s known since childhood, one of the absolute most important people in his life, is getting married.  And it’s to someone who Calum actually approves of.

Crystal makes Michael really, truly happy.  When Michael whispered I think she’s the one, Cal late at night on a bus between cities years ago, Calum could see clear as day that he was telling the truth.  Since then, he’s witnessed the way that Crystal loves him gently in return, boosting him up and mirroring all of his love and affection back at him.  Michael settled more with her, comfortable in his skin, and Calum watched her blossom under Michael’s attention as well.

Roy catches him with an arm around his waist on his second round around the outer deck, stalling him long enough to steal a kiss, then letting him go.  Calum smiles at him, trading unspoken words of reassurance.  Roy’s eyes crinkle with his grin.

When the happy couple finally emerges to take the rest of the wedding photos, Calum loses his breath at how beautiful they are.  Michael looks the same as he did when Calum helped him get ready, and Crystal of course looks stunning in her sparkling wedding dress, but the beauty truly comes from the smiles on their faces and the way that their hands are clasped together, hold lose and gentle like they can’t imagine straying far enough away to need a firmer tether.

“Down to the lawn!” Abbey, the maid of honor, cheers, holding her glass up and leading the way.  All of the guests cheer in response, joining the conga line down to the rest of the photographs.

Weddings include a lot of pictures, and this isn’t even the final big one.  Calum’s anticipation already feels like it’s at an all-time high, like they’re about to go out onstage for the first show of a new tour, so he can’t imagine how Michael feels.  Still, he seems calm, content to take pictures with his wife-to-be and laugh at his dogs zooming around the yard.  When it’s finally time for the groomsmen to pose for a picture, Calum sighs in relief at having something to do.

Calum takes his place on the outdoor couch, squished between Michael and Ashton.  It’s a familiar place to be.

The camera flashes, and after more flashes in different positions and moving to a different part of the lawn, it’s over.  The sun sinks below the horizon, Michael and Crystal sign the papers while Brian walks them through the process, and they become husband and wife instead of fiancees in a matter of seconds.

“Holy shit,” Calum breathes evenly, sitting in his designated chair at the table, Michel and Crystal missing while she changes into a dress with sleeves so she won’t freeze during the January night and Michael waits to make their first entrance as a married couple.  “Holy shit.”

Roy nods in agreement.  He doesn’t need Calum to elaborate or try to add anything else to the conversation.  It hasn’t even properly hit Calum yet: his best friend is married, and everything feels exactly the same, but his best friend is married.

Roy reaches out and gives his hand a squeeze.  Calum stares at the menu with wide eyes, taking in the amalgamation of southern and Australian vegan food.

He doesn’t remember what he eats, even though it tastes absolutely fantastic.  Roy shares tidbits from his plate when Calum overloads on the familiar Australian fare and doesn’t leave enough room on his own for Crystal’s southern selections.  Calum takes bites in between laughing his ass off and staying hyper aware of anything the happy couple may need, passing the water pitcher before either of them ask for a refill and teasing Michael about his inability to eat without using fifty napkins.

Everyone is in high spirits from the good food and drink and the good company.  Michael and Crystal hold court from their spot at the center of the table, more wrapped up in each other than their guests, exactly as it should be.  Calum hooks his ankle around Roy’s, enjoying their easy closeness while they jump between separate conversations.  Calum has always loved that type of comfortable familiarity, where they can be doing completely different things but always pick up exactly where they left off, on the same wavelength without realizing it.  They’re separate, but intimately connected at the same time.

Michael and Crystal’s comfortable familiarity is different.  They’re always aware of the other person, always reaching out to twine their fingers together or wrap an arm around a waist.  They’re a united front, finishing each other’s sentences easily but also knowing when to wait for the other person to speak, happiest when they’re right next to each other and engaged in something together.

They work together in a way that Calum and Roy don’t, but that’s better suited to them.  Calum would suffocate like that, but Michael thrives.

They click, filling in each other’s gaps perfectly.  Calum had never seen Michael feel as comfortable with another person before Crystal.  He’s head over heels in an eternal honeymoon phase, one that has already stood the test of time and the many trials that come with the double-edged sword of fame and the weight of shitty mental health.

Calum is so happy that there’s another person out there who loves Michael just as strongly as he does, one that will be there when the band can’t.  He’s glad that Michael is surrounded by people who care about him in every context, that he has someone to fill all of the different roles in his life.  He’s forever grateful that Michael has someone that he can love back just as fiercely and happily.

As dinner winds down, a few people get up from their seats and mill around the table, starting discussions with people that they were sitting too far away from to talk to before.  Calum knows that it’s been a while since he’s seen everyone gathered here with COVID, and he’s content to talk to anyone who approaches, most people briefly saying hi before they move on to congratulate Michael and Crystal again.  Calum sees Brian approach the couple and whisper something to them, eyebrows lifting in a question.  They both nod, smiles large and radiant, and Calum watches as Brian grins back and ducks into the house, returning a few minutes later with a guitar.

Calum nudges Roy and nods towards the small stage where Brian is pulling up a stool.  He taps a microphone, the dull thud sounding through the garden and drawing even more people’s attention.

“Uh, hi,” Brian says as someone stops the Spotify playlist that has been playing throughout dinner.  “I have a little gift for Crystal and Michael that I wanted to share.  I mean, with the amount of musicians here it was inevitable that someone would write them a song, right?”

He strums the guitar and fiddles with the tuning pegs as guests wander away from the table and towards the stage.  Calum pulls Michael’s chair out for him so it doesn’t get caught in the grass, and Michael does the same for Crystal before taking her hand and leading her over.

Brian clears his throat, then strums the guitar again and begins to sing.

“Damn,” Calum whispers to Roy halfway through the chorus.  “I’m glad I didn’t try to write a song and compete with this.”

Brian’s song is beautiful, and Calum spends most of it watching Michael and Crystal’s reaction.  MIchael has his arm around her, tucking her close to his side with a drink in his other hand, and they’re both leaning towards each other, swaying just the slightest bit with the beat.  At one point, Crystal turns and presses a kiss to Michael’s jaw, and Michael beams before pressing one to her lips in response.

Calum claps and gives a good-hearted whoop when Brian finishes, then beelines for the stage and waves for the microphone.

“Are you singing?” Brian asks as he passes it over, delighted.

“I’m not singing,” Calum says into the microphone, stopping the good-natured cheers that had started to erupt and waving off the teasing boos.  “I just want to say a few words.  Not the actual best man speech, because I’m saving that for Bali.  I want to see if I can make Karen cry.”

Michael laughs and shakes his head.

“I did want to say something today, though, since you two are married now.”

The crowd quiets, and over the heads of his friends Calum makes eye contact with Roy, who gives him a smile.  He turns his attention back to Michael and Crystal, heart warming at the sight of them surrounded by so many loved ones, the twinkling lights around the dinner table forming a starry backdrop that frames them perfectly.

“Michael, Crystal,” he begins.  “I think I speak for everyone when I say that we all are incredibly happy for you.  I’ve had the privilege of watching you both fall and grow in love together, from the very beginning.  In fact, I think I was the first person Michael told about your first kiss, right?”

Calum looks to Michael for confirmation, and he laughs and nods, probably remembering how embarrassingly giddy he had been, grin unable to be contained and face red from the sun and happiness.  Bali made all of them a little crazy in different ways, but Calum will always be happy that he and Michael share it as the starting point for two incredibly important relationships.

Calum glances at Roy again, remembering the days that followed Michael’s revelation, then turns back to the happy couple.

“I’m not going to lie and say that I immediately knew from that moment that the both of you would end up married, but I can say that by the time Michael told us he proposed, there was no part of me that was surprised.  In the years since that first trip to Bali, I have witnessed you stand by each other in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, all of those sappy things.  I’m sure your vows will do a better job encapsulating everything you mean to each other, but I want to say that as an outsider, it has been great watching you both make each other better.  It’s obvious that you love loving each other, and I think I can again speak for everyone here when I say that we love loving you, as individuals and as a couple.  Thanks for letting us be here today to continue loving you both.”

He puts the microphone back on its stand and gracefully exits amidst a smattering of applause and aw’s, beelining to the happy couple.  They both pull him into a hug as one unit, squishing him between them.

“Thank you,” Michael says.

“That was so sweet,” Crystal agrees.

Calum releases them both, beaming at them.

“I meant every word.”

“We know,” Michael says, squeezing his shoulder.

A squeal from the microphone cuts off Calum’s reply, and all three of them wince and turn back to the stage, where Abbey is standing with the microphone held out in front of her and an apologetic look on her face.

“Sorry!  Sorry,” she says, gesturing with her glass.  Calum isn’t sure what the gesture is supposed to convey.  “Am I–Can I speak?  Can everyone hear me?  I wasn’t going to talk, but then Calum got up here, so I have to, too.”

She shoots him a faux pout.  It’s clear that she's had too many drinks to be actually mad, and Crystal giggles next to him.

“This should be good,” she says.  Calum has to agree, melting back towards Roy to enjoy it, perfectly happy that his speech won’t be remembered after whatever humor Abbey is about to bring.

Once Abbey finally exits the stage, Luke and Sierra thoroughly upstage them both with a rendition of “Can’t Help Falling in Love.”

“Yeah, I’m glad I’m not singing tonight,” Calum breathes to Roy during it.  Roy responds by sliding an arm around his waist and pressing a kiss to his cheek.  They spend the rest of the song pressed against each other, leaching warmth in the January night.

Calum doesn’t have too many moments that he wants to live in forever.  He knows there’s always another good one on the horizon, mixed within the mediocre ones and the bad ones that help him grow as a person.  He doesn’t want to be stuck in one and miss out on all of the others, but this one… this is a moment that Calum would be okay lingering in.

It’s a beautiful song made better by the love between the two people singing it and the love between the two people they’re singing it for.  Everyone in the yard listens quietly, soft smiles on their faces as they stand huddled with their loved ones.  Calum’s heart swells.

Calum closes his eyes for the last chorus, savoring this feeling.

No one else approaches the stage once Luke and Sierra finish, and eventually someone turns the playlist on again.  The caterers subtly clear the food, all of the dirty dishes and leftovers disappearing while Calum is distracted by Roy and Michael and Crystal and all of the other friends filling the back yard with laughter.

Calum doesn’t know how long everyone lingers, time moving syrupy slow without the sun crawling across the sky, but eventually someone approaches Michael and Crystal with well-wishes for a wonderful night and says goodbye.  Other guests follow, and one of the bridesmaids takes Abbey home with her to sleep off what is sure to be a fun hangover.  Calum helps the event planner coordinate clean up and tear down while the rest of the band and partners distract the couple so neither of them try to help, until he, too, is unceremoniously told to hang out with his friends and let everyone do their jobs instead of getting in the way.

“I think that’s probably our cue,” Luke says, laughing at him.  “Michael, Crystal, it’s been a pleasure.”

Luke and Michael shake each other’s hands with rigid seriousness before dissolving into laughter and pulling each other into a hug.  Ashton takes his leave shortly after, and soon only Michael, Crystal, Roy, and Calum remain.  The stage has been stripped with the efficiency of a practiced road crew, the gorgeous flower arrangements have moved to tasteful positions around the deck and patio, and the long banquet table has disappeared, replaced by Michael and Crystal’s normal outdoor furniture.  Moose and Southy lie in the yard exhausted, two bright spots against the dark grass.  The only sounds remaining in the yard are the faint rumble of cars from the street and the echoes of voices and laughter from the evening.

“How does it feel, Mr. and Mrs. Clifford?” Roy asks, voice barely lifting over the quiet atmosphere.

Crystal hums and looks at Michael, both of them still attached at the hip.  She abandoned her heels when the first guests left, and Michael seems to be making up for the few inches by meeting her halfway, curved down towards her.

“It feels… about the same,” Michael says, smiling at her.

“But better,” Crystal replies.

“Yeah,” Michael agrees.  “About the same, but better.”

A breeze passes through the yard, colder now that the heaters have been turned off and put away, but Calum doesn’t shiver.  He feels Roy’s pinkie wrap around his as Michael and Crystal huddle closer.  For a moment, the four of them stand in the yard, quiet and happy.  About the same, but better.

“Ready to head in?” Calum asks, tilting his head towards the house, where someone was kind enough to leave a few lights on for the couple.

“I think so,” Crystal says, surveying the yard one last time.  Michael whistles for the dogs, then calls when Southy shoots them a dirty look instead of standing.  He doesn’t move until Crystal calls, and Calum cuts off Michael’s disgruntled mumbling with a hug, wrapping him in his arms as tight as he can.  Michael rises to the challenge and tries to suffocate him in kind.

“I love you,” Calum says to his shoulder.  Michael wheezes a laugh.

“I love you, too.  But not when you’re trying to kill me.”

Calum finally releases him, straightening his suit jacket for him as he goes.  Michael catches him with a squeeze on his shoulder.

“Seriously, thank you,” he says, sincerity coating his words.  “For everything.”

He could be just talking about best man duties, but Calum knows how to hear the words Michael doesn’t say.

For the longest time, it was just the two of them.  Then, they added Luke and Ashton.  Still, Calum always prided himself on loving Michael, even when he’s being annoying or prickly or getting them in trouble.  He holds him up as best he could when he’s down, and Michael brings endless adventure and joy to Calum’s life.  Calum does his best to return the favor, even in the past year when they couldn’t see each other much due to COVID, dropping off care packages and sending voice notes on his phone with pictures of Duke when he could.

They’re brothers, and they always will be.

Now, amidst all of the other friends and family they’ve gained along the way, Michael has found a wife and Calum has gained another sister.  It isn’t just the two of them anymore, and it never will be again.

It’s strange, realizing that over the past decade he’s had to give his best friend away to be loved by other people.  It feels right, too.  Michael deserves all of the love in the world.

Calum nods, swallowing around the lump in his throat.

His hug with Crystal is shorter and significantly less aggressive, but she lingers with her arms around his waist as well.

“Congratulations,” he says while she smiles at him.

“Thank you, Calum,” she replies, then kisses him on the cheek.

Nothing more needs to be said.  Some things have been spoken so much that they don’t need to be reiterated every time, like a wedding without the vows.  Michael and Crystal didn’t make any verbal promises today, just signed the papers, but the wedding doesn’t feel worse without it, just like this conversation doesn’t need paragraphs of explanation.

They’re all on the same page.  They’ve given the vows before, on tour buses and backyards and random cafes around the world, using different words and different actions.  The meaning is still the same.

“Have a good night,” Calum calls as Michael and Crystal head to the house for their first night as a married couple.  He knows that they both hear the I love you contained within.

“Come on,” Roy says, linking their hands together and tilting his head up.  They’re too close to the city and it’s too cloudy to see any stars, but Calum knows that they’re up there, unspoken and unseen.

“Let’s go home,” Calum finishes for him.  They walk towards the gate perfectly in sync, and Calum makes his own sort of vow silently.

It doesn’t need to be spoken, not right now.  They’re all on the same page.

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Price Per Pin: 74 cents

Colors: Cream, Lime, Ocean Blue, Sky Blue, White, Magenta, Baby Pink

Color Rarity: 5/10

Overall rating: 4.6/10

Suggested Environment: Beach Wedding Planner

Hmm. These pushpins are very conflicting to me. Of course i love the starfish on top, that gives it an energetic, fun coastal vibe. The color choices, however, elude me. The cream on clear push pin? Black on clear? Red star on white? It seems like not much attention was put into organizing them. There are some standouts, however, like the light blue starfish on the dark blush pushpin. I quite like the light pink starfish on the deep magenta as well. I believe you can customize which pushpins you receive, so the peculiar colors aren't so bad. The price tag, on the other hand, is absolutely unbelievable. Of course i understand they are custom, so there should be a price increase, but a PPP of 74?! That's insane. Buying ten pushpins costs you 7 and a half dollars. One of my favorite things about the pushpin community is how cost effective it is, its not a hobby you need to spend a ton of money on. This is just too much, maybe if you fall in love with these then go for it, but to me I won't buy.

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Looking for the Jazz Band in Singapore? Look No Further Than Merry Bees

When it comes to jazz music, finding the perfect band to set the mood and create a memorable experience is essential. If you’re in Singapore and searching for a talented jazz band that will leave a lasting impression on your guests, look no further than Merry Bees. With their exceptional musical skills, dynamic performances, and versatile repertoire, Merry Bees is the go-to choice for jazz enthusiasts and event planners alike. Let’s delve into what makes Merry Bees the ideal jazz band for your next event also, I will share my loving experience with Merry Bees, it is going to be very interesting as well as knowledgeable for the people searching for Jazz Band in Singapore.



My Loving Experience with Merry Bees:

4 years back, I went to a party and saw the Merry Bess’s musicians in a wedding party, at that same moment, I decided to book them for my wedding event. why? because the show was mind-blowing as they are real singers, Samantha’s voice is truly heart-touching It can’t be expressed, you can only feel it. You have to trust me that the voice is out of this world and john lye was so funny and entertaining at the event. I personally talked with him as well and today I am super happy that I booked Samantha & John Lye for my wedding party as a Jazz band to entertain my VVIP guests and I already know they won’t disappoint me.

A Captivating Musical Experience:

Merry Bees is renowned for their ability to captivate audiences with their enchanting jazz melodies. Their talented musicians possess an incredible passion for jazz music, bringing soulful rhythms and rich harmonies to life. From smooth and sultry tunes to upbeat and energetic rhythms, Merry Bees adapts their music to suit the atmosphere of any event, creating a truly immersive experience for your guests.

Versatility and Professionalism:

Merry Bees understands that every event has unique requirements. Whether it’s an intimate gathering, corporate function, wedding reception, or a lively party, they have the expertise to tailor their performance to your specific needs. Their versatility allows them to seamlessly transition between different jazz styles, including traditional jazz, swing, Latin jazz, and contemporary jazz, ensuring a diverse and engaging musical journey for your guests.

A Talented Line-Up:

The musicians of Merry Bees are true masters of their craft. Each band member brings a wealth of experience and expertise to the stage, ensuring a flawless performance every time. From the skillful piano melodies and expressive saxophone solos to the rhythmic bass lines and captivating vocals, the band members of Merry Bees work harmoniously together, creating a cohesive and magical ambiance.

Unforgettable Events:

Merry Bees has a proven track record of delivering unforgettable performances at a wide range of events. They have graced the stages of prestigious venues, corporate galas, private parties, and weddings, leaving a lasting impression on audiences of all sizes. Their ability to engage with the crowd, adapt to the ambiance of the event, and create an atmosphere of sophistication and elegance sets them apart as one of the top jazz bands in Singapore.

Client Testimonials:

Don’t just take our word for it; let the client testimonials speak for themselves. Merry Bees has received rave reviews from clients who have been thrilled with their performances. From their professionalism and attention to detail to their exceptional musical talent, clients consistently praise Merry Bees for making their events truly special and memorable.

Starting Prices:

Merry Bees Emcee rates start from $688 and live band rates start from $1,200.

Conclusion:

If you’re seeking a jazz band in Singapore that will elevate your event to new heights, Merry Bees is the answer. With their captivating musical experience, versatility, professionalism, and talented line-up, they bring the essence of jazz to life, leaving a lasting impression on your guests. Let Merry Bees weave their enchanting melodies, creating a magical atmosphere that will be cherished by all who attend your event.

After reading this article, if you also want to book them here is the direct link: — Jazz band Singapore

You can also see my Existing article on: Does your next event deserves live music? for better understanding about the Merry bees as your wedding or any corporate event band. They are the best in the industry for sure.

You can also attend the Event show, happening on 30th may.

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Rating: 5/5

Book Blurb: In the hilarious follow-up to the breakout rom-com Dating Dr. Dil, Nisha Sharma adds shakkar and mirch to Shakespeare’s iconic comedy Much Ado About Nothing for one sweet and spicy love story.

Bobbi Kaur is determined to plan a celebration to remember for her best friend’s wedding. But she has two problems that are getting in her way:

1. The egotistical, and irritatingly sexy, chef Benjamin “Bunty” Padda is supposed to help her with the menu since he’s the groom’s best friend, and 

2. Someone is trying to sabotage the wedding.

With aspirations of taking over her family’s event planning business, Bobbi knows that one misstep in managing the Kareena Mann and Prem Verma (#Vermann) party, along with the other weddings on her plate, will only give her uncle another reason not to promote her. That means Kareena’s big day and Bobbi's future career are on the line.

Bunty will do anything for his best friend, even though he has his hands full in finding a new location for his next restaurant while also playing mediator between his brother and father, the celebrated Naan King. When Prem asks Bunty to help with the wedding menu, he agrees, especially since it puts him in close proximity to the delicious Bobbi Kaur. When a mystery shaadi saboteur starts leaving threatening notes, and cancelling cake orders, Bunty and Bobbi have no choice but to call a truce and face the volatile attraction they have for each other.Through masquerade fundraisers and a joint bachelor-bachelorette trip to Vegas, this chef and wedding planner explore their growing connection all while trying to plan a wedding at Messina Vineyards in a time crunch. But once the shaadi saboteur is caught and the wedding is over, will their love story have a happily ever after?With the return of the meddling aunties (who are scary good at finding information) and a lot of hilarity and hijinks, Bobbi and Bunty’s romance is an event you don’t want to miss.

Review:

A new spin on Mch Ado About Nothing featuring a wedding planner and her sexy nemesis chef who both have to come together to save their best friends’s wedding from a secret saboteur. Bobbi Kaur is a wedding planner who loves what she does, she’s determined to give her best friend the perfect wedding, the only glitch is that she is forced to spend time Benjamin “Bunty” Padda. The hot and grumpy chef who might have said the dumbest thing to her when they met one year ago and now they both can’t stand to be in a room together. Bunty is a chef who doesn’t want a serious relationship, in fact he’s vowed to remain a bachelor for life... except for the fact that he can’t help but be completely wrapped around Bobbi Kaur’s fingers. He knows he’s messed up when he met her a year ago and is willing to do anything to get a second chance to make it right with her. Yet the more time they spend together the more their growing attraction grows... yet Bunty knows he has to focus on his chef career and taking care of his family business.... but he’s finding that Bobbi is making him reconsider everything. On top of that they both have to work together to find out who is trying to ruin their best friends’s wedding before it’s too late. Can Bobbi and Bunty work out their relationship or was it doomed from the start? This was such a cute and sexy read. I loved Bobbi and Bunty as a couple and how much they really fit together. They really support and take care of one another and my goodness it was so sweet and I mean Bunty sure knows his way around rope hahaha. This was a very unique and fun take on the classic shakespeare story and I enjoyed getting to see where the couple from the first book went in this one as well. Overall, it was such a fun read and I can’t wait to see where the third book goes with the newest couple!!!

*Thanks Netgalley and Avon and Harper Voyager, Avon for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

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Why MAYFAIR Hill Resort Stands Out as the Premier 5-star Hotel in Darjeeling

Darjeeling, known as the “Queen of the Hills,” attracts travelers seeking tranquility, stunning views, and premium hospitality. Among the elite accommodations in this region, MAYFAIR Hill Resort emerges as the definitive choice for those pursuing luxury. This iconic 5 Star hotel in Darjeeling combines timeless elegance with impeccable service, setting it apart as a leader in the hospitality industry.

An Architectural Masterpiece with a Historic Charm

MAYFAIR Hill Resort is not just a hotel; it is a landmark of architectural brilliance. Originally a colonial property, the resort maintains its classic design while integrating modern luxury. This seamless blend of old-world charm and contemporary aesthetics ensures that guests enjoy an atmosphere of sophistication. The attention to detail in every corner reflects the commitment to excellence that defines this 5 Star hotel in Darjeeling.

Prime Location Offering Stunning Views

Located at an elevation of 6,700 feet, the resort offers an unparalleled vantage point to witness the majestic Kanchenjunga range. Guests often cite the panoramic views as one of the most memorable aspects of their stay. Additionally, the property’s proximity to key attractions like Mall Road and the Himalayan Mountaineering Institute makes it a strategic choice for both leisure and business travelers.

World-Class Amenities for an Unmatched Stay

Luxury is woven into every aspect of MAYFAIR Hill Resort. The rooms are designed with plush interiors, state-of-the-art technology, and thoughtfully curated amenities. For dining, the in-house restaurant offers a culinary journey, serving gourmet dishes crafted by expert chefs. The spa, recognized for its rejuvenating therapies, enhances the resort's appeal. These features solidify its reputation as a standout 5 Star hotel in Darjeeling.

Accommodation: 30+ rooms and suites offering diverse layouts to cater to different preferences.

Dining: Multi-cuisine restaurant with a focus on locally sourced ingredients.

Wellness: A premium spa with therapies inspired by global wellness traditions.

Commitment to Excellence in Hospitality

What sets MAYFAIR Hill Resort apart is its personalized service. A team of trained professionals ensures every guest's needs are met with precision. This commitment is reflected in the property’s high guest satisfaction rate, with over 85% of visitors leaving glowing reviews. The resort also holds awards for hospitality and customer service, reaffirming its position as the top 5 Star hotel in Darjeeling.

Eco-Conscious Luxury

In recent years, MAYFAIR Hill Resort has implemented eco-friendly initiatives to promote sustainable tourism. Solar panels supply a significant portion of the resort’s energy needs, and waste management systems are in place to minimize its environmental footprint. These efforts make the property a responsible choice for eco-conscious travelers.

A Destination for Every Occasion

Whether planning a family getaway, a corporate retreat, or a grand wedding, MAYFAIR Hill Resort provides the ideal setting. The resort’s expansive banquet halls, verdant lawns, and professional event planners ensure seamless execution for any occasion.

Conclusion

MAYFAIR Hill Resort exemplifies the pinnacle of luxury and hospitality in Darjeeling. With its superior amenities, breathtaking views, and unwavering dedication to guest satisfaction, it truly stands out as the premier 5 Star hotel in Darjeeling. For travelers seeking an unforgettable stay in the hills, this property remains unmatched in every aspect. For more details visit our website  https://www.mayfairhotels.com/hill-resort-darjeeling/ .

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List Of Best Wedding Planners In Noida

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Top 10 Tips for Flawless Event Planning in Dubai

Dubai is renowned for its luxurious venues, vibrant culture, and world-class hospitality, making it an ideal location for hosting memorable events. Whether you're planning a corporate gala, a wedding, or a product launch, flawless execution is key to success. Here are the top 10 tips to ensure your event in Dubai is seamless and unforgettable.

1. Define Your Objectives Clearly

Start by outlining the purpose of your event. Is it to celebrate, educate, or network? Establish measurable goals to guide your planning process, such as attendee numbers, engagement rates, or specific outcomes.

2. Choose the Perfect Venue

Dubai boasts a variety of venues, ranging from opulent beachfront resorts to state-of-the-art conference halls. When selecting a venue, consider size, location, and amenities to align with your event's theme and audience. Renowned options include the Burj Al Arab, Atlantis The Palm, and Expo City. For tailored support, VoiceVentsDXB excels in identifying the ideal venue to suit your theme and needs, ensuring a flawless experience.

3. Plan Early to Secure Vendors

Top vendors in Dubai are often booked months in advance. From catering and décor to AV equipment and transportation, ensure you secure reliable partners as early as possible to avoid last-minute disappointments.

4. Leverage Dubai’s Multicultural Resources

Dubai's rich cultural diversity enables you to incorporate global flavours into your event while seamlessly blending Emirati traditions with international influences. This creates a unique and immersive experience for your guests. VoiceVentsDXB specialises in curating culturally enriching events that leave a lasting impression.

5. Comply with Local Regulations

Dubai has specific laws and regulations for public events, including permits for entertainment, alcohol licences, and health and safety requirements. Familiarise yourself with these rules to avoid last-minute challenges or legal complications.

6. Focus on Logistics and Transportation

Consider how your guests will travel to and from the venue. Dubai’s advanced transport network, including the metro, taxis, and private hire services, offers convenience, but ensures clear instructions are provided, especially for international attendees. Efficient logistics are critical to a successful event. VoiceVentsDXB can streamline transportation arrangements and logistical planning, ensuring your attendees have a hassle-free experience from start to finish.

7. Design a Digital Experience

Dubai is a tech-savvy city, and guests expect a seamless digital experience. Use event management apps for registration, schedules, and real-time updates. Incorporate live streaming to engage virtual attendees and expand your event's reach.

8. Collaborate with a Local Event Planner

Partnering with a Dubai-based event planner who understands the local market can make a significant difference. They bring insider knowledge of venues, vendors, and cultural nuances, helping to ensure a smooth planning process and flawless execution.

9. Prioritise Sustainability

Sustainability is increasingly important in Dubai’s events industry. Choose eco-friendly décor, digital invitations, and sustainable catering options to align with the city's green initiatives. Practices like recycling waste, using energy-efficient equipment, and supporting local vendors can further enhance your event’s eco-conscious appeal.

10. Follow Up for Feedback

Post-event feedback is crucial for evaluating success. Use surveys or follow-up emails to gather insights from attendees. This will help improve future events and foster lasting relationships with your audience.

ConclusionEvent planning in Dubai requires a blend of creativity, cultural understanding, and meticulous execution. By following these 10 tips, you can create an experience that leaves a lasting impression on your guests and stands out in Dubai’s dynamic event landscape.Looking for professional help with your next event in Dubai? Visit and contact our expert team at VoiceVentsDXB to turn your vision into reality.