#trope: fake marriage

[sincerely-wyvern]

“How is it you always end up at the center of these things?” Christopher Pike asked, a combination of annoyance and fondness in his tone.

“It was the best idea,” Jim Kirk answered.

The man raised an eyebrow before turning his gaze to Jim’s partner, Lenard McCoy.

McCoy sighed, “It really is the best idea.”

Jim beamed, nodding. “Bones is the best dad,” he explained, “and this way he gets Jo.”

Pike took a sip of coffee as he felt the pains of an oncoming headache. “So,” he began, “let me recap: while Dr. McCoy was off-planet, you got a phone call about the accident and Jo needing a home, and you told the government official you would take her as he and McCoy were married then you hacked government records to create fake records.”

[cultofdionysusnet]

Check out this Ateez fic written by Star!

Under the moonlight

The above beautiful Hwa edit is from @whiteblackswan

Pairing: vampire! Seonghwa x f! reader (ft. Hongjoong)

Genre: Vampire au, Angst, Smut

Warnings: marriage under lies, fake mate, poisoning, mating, bonding, blood, biting, slight overstimulation, nipple play, raw penetration ( don't do unnecessarily buddies). Do tell me if I have missed anything.

W.C: 5k+

For my bestfriend: @mymoodwriting ( I love you so much my Rose)

Network: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

Note: Thanks for reading and reblogging my fics. I appreciate it a lot and I love you my stellars for inspiring me to write all these shits:)))

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT🔞 . PLEASE BE INNOCENT

“I know who you are.”

“Interesting.” A laugh echoes all around the royal chamber and the hallways. The laugh is genuine with a mocking tone and evil means.

You snap your head towards the direction you are guessing the source of the laugh but nothing is visible to you. Every corner of the room is like hollow darkness with mysteries waiting to be explored. The aroma of sandalwood and roses are outlining the wicked love of the person who is currently out of your sight but you are all visible to HIM.

The burning candles and the flames around every corner of the room lighting up the darkness and your teary eyes filled with a strong passion and hatred are shining like the diamonds in a pit hole.

“Why are you hiding? Are you afraid, blood-fool?”

“Shut up! I have told you repeatedly not to call me that.”

His tone is stern and you can feel his piercing black eyes sharply focused on you. Trying to take one step closer to the stairs, you got held back by those restraints on your hands and legs. You don't have a single bit of idea about the restraints on your body, the long golden tree roots emerging from the ground with different white flowers decorating it and the most unique is the black roses on them with shining, lining of an almost invisible shield around your wrists and ankles. You have already tried several times to shake them off but it’s in vain. Glaring at the roots for nth time, you look up to catch the sight of the most awaited man of the night.

The Dark Aesthetic is flowing from his presence. Black hair falling over his forehead hiding one of those star-filled eyes but the other one is enough to be compared to the stars of the universe and still be the brightest. How can his eyes shine so bright? 

The black shiny suit with a loose fitted white-shirt with three buttons from the top are undone which teasingly shows you the bare chest of the pale skinned man. There is a pendant around his neck but it's not clearly visible. The black boots echoing in the huge space causing your heart to thump inside you but you don't let the man know before you so you hold a facade of strong personality.

 “Why am I here, blood-fool?”

“Y/N!”

You flinch on hearing his shout. The candle flames also lose their flow of burning with the vibration of the sound. Your brown daring eyes staring directly to the opposite black eyes. No. The eyes are wine red in color but it vanishes with your one blink. Are you hallucinating?

“What? Don't like hearing it but still here you are keeping me all tied up.”

“Shut your little mouth, Rose.”

You send him a glare on hearing him calling you with such endearment. He just chuckles on your expression and your gaze falls on his tinted red lips which seems like he has just sucked someone’s blood which apparently, he has. Both of you are standing facing each other under two chandeliers. The five feet distance between you both is nothing to keep you safe from him and his dangerous dark aura beaming out from him is making the atmosphere colder. Shivers run down your body and his eyes follow how slowly goosebumps are peeking on your soft and dirty skin. Feeling his gaze on you, you try to cover your exposed skin but how can you even do that being in such a condition.

“If you want me to shut me up then I presume you to start explaining.”

“Such a feisty one.”

“Well, you know me now.” 

Your weak yet confident self is smirking at his strong form. Even his shadow has some authority over the place. 

“I’m just waiting for the moment to break you down.” 

The way he speaks the words and the melody tuning from his mouth was so nice to your ears but you quickly regain your composure to glare at him back again.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, you are asking too many questions so let me see which to answer you first.”

He walks towards your restrained form in the middle of the hallroom and then you noticed a big black rose pinned to his left side of the coat over his chest. That is not like some usual flowers but gifted just like yours. How?

He looks over his chest following your eyes and he smiles seeing the flower and when he looks up, his gaze travels to your whole form standing in a thin white royal silk gown and your princess tiara on your head reflecting the flames of fire through the mini diamond works.

“You have this flower…..but how?”

“Why can't I have this when you also have the same one?” 

You look over to your right shoulder to see the white Rose but it looks so weak in front of the black one just like you in front of him. Your confused facial turns towards him. 

“Why are you comparing that to mine? It's a mate thing, not some matching stuff for your grand party.”

“I know it’s a mate thing and that’s why I have this.”

“You can’t have a Rose. Only Hongjoong can have this. I am his mate.”

“No. You are not his mate, Y/N.”

“You think I will believe a monster like you. Never.”

He comes closer to you, leaning forward to meet your brown orbs. You avoid to meet his eyes but the grip on your jaw makes you to face his dangerous smiling face. He looks so beautiful in so close up. What the hell? How are you getting distracted by the fact that he is the enemy of your and Hongjoong’s kingdom. Eyes scanning your face and stops on your lips, he regained his straight posture to take two steps backward to cast a glance at you and starts walking towards a table and beside it is a large curtain. You panicked on thinking what his next move can be.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry. I will not hurt you.”

You huffed on his response. “The one who kidnapped me last night, keeping me here whole day like a tamed animal and then assuring me to not worry.”

Rummaging through the cabinets, he finally takes out a silver knife with black and white stones, crystals and roses decorated on it. If he is going to kill you then its better to be like this than to fight him back because neither you can escape this place alone nor you want to stay with him any longer. He glances at your stiff figure and chuckles. Observing the knife in his hand, he is circling your figure. Turning around your head in every direction to understand his movements, he is just casually walking with knife in circles as if waiting for the exact time to launch on his prey.

“I had to keep you all day here or you would have tried to run away.”

“As if I could. But, where were you all day?”

“Did you miss me so much?”

You hiss. “I did not.”

“I was waiting for the right time and till then collecting all the information.”

“Right time?”

“Yeah. Everything needs to be done in a proper way.”

“What are you saying?”

The last thing you remember is about last night.

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You were enjoying your time with Hongjoong in the backyard garden. You were listening to his stories about his clans upcoming mating season and how some of them will have to adapt to some new ways to find their mate but suddenly you both felt a chill wind brush over the skin. Your husband reassured you that he was the most powerful vampire king and its nothing except the wind in early December. There was still a lingering sensation in your mind that something was wrong.

“Joong, I don’t think its wind.”

“Calm down Y/N. If anything happens then I am here to protect you.” He was smiling softly at you.

“How long will you keep her blind with lies?”

You got startled with the new voice but your husband was standing still without any emotion on his face as if he knew the voice very well. He really knew. He even knew why that person was there and even what he was referring to with lies. Blinded by lies?

“Seonghwa…..Why are you here?”

A dark chuckle erupted from the bushes and you both were alarmed while staring there. The figure appeared from the shadows with white stars sparked on his left side of the coat over his chest. The same position where Hongjoong is having a black rose.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know Hongjoong.”

“Leave this place, right now.”

“I came here today with everything prepared and I wont be leaving without taking her with me.”

“I will not go anywhere with you.”

“Y/N-“ His dark eyes became soft while looking at your form holding Jonng’s side tightly. He was not liking the fact of you holding your husband like that. Why?

“She will not go anywhere and I will make sure of it.”

“Lets see.”

In a split of second, Hongjoong attacked with his sword towards his enemy but only a metal clinging sound was heard. Your closed eyes which were expecting to see some bloods as usual caught the sight of Seonghwa glaring at Hongjoong, his eyes dark with void as if he could swallow his soul and one hand blocking the sword with his own and the other one choking him.

“Leave him. Why are you doing this?” Tears rolling down the cheek and both of the men were furious to see you in that way.

“Look, you have made her cry.”

“Shut up. As if you did not just poison her that day.”

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You are groaning to not remember what happened after that but you are more confused with the conversation they had.

“You tried to poison me?”

He pauses, gaze focused below on his shoes and hand clutching tightly the knife. The hold is so strong that his hand can cut without the blade portion.

“Not tried. I had to give you poison.”

“Why? And…and where is Hongjoong?”

“To prove him I was correct. He is probably being a maniac in his kingdom right now.”

He is not looking at you but is keenly interested on the curtains, eyeing every curtain precisely. You didn’t notice before that how all the natural light sources from the nature is blocked by those black curtains.

“Prove?”

“Do you remember what happened on the day when all the royal vampires were gathered?”

“Of course. You killed so many royals that day and even you gave threats to my husband. Also, that was the day I saw you how crazy you were for blood.”

“Your blood.”

His black orb staring at you, hiding behind a lot of explanations to be spoken out, begging for you to give a chance to hear him out. His eyes travelling to the constraint parts of your body, roots around the wrists and ankles adorned with white flowers and black roses.

“In the middle of the ball room, you picked up your glass and sipping the drink, you went to the balcony to spend your time alone under the moonlight. You felt a tingling pain in your chest and your flower was shining. Your senses were telling you to run away, to leave the place as you don’t belong there. But….you ignored it and calmed your senses before putting up a fake smile and went to your bedroom.”

“How do you know this?”

“I was there all the time. That drink had the juice of crushed black roses from my yard. If your mate drink that under the moonlight then you both will feel the pain in your chest and it shows the connection between you both. If you were not my mate then you then it would have worked as a poison to your body.”

“How? But I’m not your-“

“You are my mate Y/N. His flower is Lily not Rose, that’s fake. He was mesmerized with your beauty and your body and his desire overtaking him, he finally chose to steal you before I could ever reach you. He made me a villain in front of everyone……in front of you.”

Seeing you after all these years, caused his passion to flare as he gazes upon his lost love. His golden eyes staring at your brown ones directly and this time you are searching the truth and lies hidden in them.

“Then why have you tied me like this?”

“I’m protecting you. Those shields and those flowers are purifying every trace of Hongjoong on you.”

“No No you are lying. I want him back. Where is he?”

“Has he ever told you about the mate thing or how does it work?”

“No but….he said that you are causing too much problems all around and we have to think about the mate thing later because you are blocking our bond.”

“Exactly. If you were really his mate then nothing could have blocked you both in the mating season and also he blamed me for this. Think about it, did you ever feel the pain when he was hurt? Had he ever showed you how these flowers are connected? Had he ever told you how much he loves you?”

No. He has never been like this ever. You didn’t even think about it this way but you just cant rely on his words without having any prove of whatever he is even telling you now.

“Prove me then how much you are saying truth.”

 “No. I cant do the mating against your will.”

He nears to your form keeping the knife in his pocket, taking your hands in his and you can feel the relief to your body when the restraints start to disappear. Your shocked face looking up to him for any hints of any other intentions but he has a fond look towards you. The man standing in front of you is your mate, so you were in lies all these times and your mate was desperate to find and get you back.

“Why didn’t you find me soon?”

“I wanted to reach you everyday but you were not in my territory and his territory was shielded by high potion barriers but Wooyoung helped me to get to you. I couldn’t stand anymore that some other vampire is soon to claim you as theirs in front of me and I felt a rage in my heart to see you smiling with him.”

“Seonghwa….” The first time you ever called his name and his wide eyes shining brighter as if it holds the whole universe within it.

“Say my name again, Y/N.” There is an eagerness and longingness to hear you, to hear you call out his name. The rolling of your tongue sending shivers to him and his hands holding you tighter, thumbs pressing top of your hands.

With a smile, you repeated his name again ‘Seonghwa’ and he hugged your weak body, shielding you from all the evils he can at that moment. Surrounding a protective barrier around you with his hands as if he does not need any other means to protect you, he is enough for you.

The closeness and the connection you are feeling with him, you never felt a little bit with your husband but there is a lingering thought of whose intention is correct. You have heard that you cant be bonded if you are not their mate and Hongjoong never tried to bond with you but if Seonghwa is telling the truth then he should not be hesitating to do the rituals.

“If you are really my mate then do the rituals and prove me.”

“Only mean to prove is the connection of the flowers under the moonlight. And then……”

“Then?”

“Y/N, we can take time if you want.”

“No. You already waited for me all these years and I was blinded with façade of love and was living with someone who was not even my mate. I feel so used right now maybe you will also hate me knowing how much I have loved him.”

You’re leaning to his scent, the more time passing with you in his embrace, you are getting attracted to him and his presence.

“I wan to make you mine. You will be My Rose.”

“Then do it Seonghwa. Make me yours.”

Pausing for a precise moment, eyes scanning your overall face with genuine warm smiles reflecting towards each other. He kisses your soft pale lips with his cherry lips, hands moving up to cup your jaw and you balancing yourself on the hold you have on his attire, clutching tightly. Eyes shut close, slow movements of lips dancing with the beats of both of your heart’s melody, the way its singing to finally having each other. Tilting his head to get better access to your mouth, one hand sliding behind your head to pull you closer. Teeth clashing each other’s, saliva and the heat of your mouth’s becoming one. You never felt this feeling with your husband ever but this man is giving you all the feels for which you have longed for. Breaking the kiss, he places a small kiss on your forehead.

“Before bonding, I want to show you how these flowers are connected.”

 Getting an approval of nod and assuring smile, he goes towards the big curtain and with a harsh pull, he removes it. Moonlight spread across the room rapidly belittling the light from the flames and candles. The dark place you were all these times seems lively. Mysteries of the darkness changing to hope for you. For you? The hope to be finally someone’s.

Taking his flower on his hand, he extends his hand towards you, asking for you to do the same, you hesitate for a moment before handing over yours to him. With keen interest, your eyes following his every move, how he placed the two flowers with white on top black and places it under the first ray of direct moonlight from the casement.

“What are you doing?”

“We need to drop one drop of our blood on this to seal our bond.”

Slow steps of your bare foot make its way towards him, hands by your side holding the gown up to not halt your steps. Taking the knife from his hand, he shows no emotion to you but a fixed stare on the flowers, you cut your wrist slightly, closing your eyes to endure the stinging burn and pain. His wide eyes taking in your form, holds your hands over the flowers and his other hand taking the knife from you to cut similarly on the wrist holding yours. His face has no reactions like you but observing how both of your bloods drop on the flowers.

Nothing happened.

Everything is still in its movements and your breaths of pain audible. So, was he lying? Then he is not your mate.

“Why nothing happened?”

“We are not yet bonded Y/N.”

Realization clicks your mind with the bonding word. So the intimacy between you both is required to surpass it’s effect. Thousands of thoughts clouding your mind but you choose to lock them behind the closed eyes.

“Then do what is left to do. Claim me as yours.”

“Y/N you don’t-“

“I have to Seonghwa. I need you to make me yours. I want to know that you are mine.”

The only push he needed was to hear you call him ‘yours’. With quick steps, he comes to face you with a lustful-red eyes but he seems to fighting his own self to prevent himself from hurting you in rush. Your bright smile returning to his features make him lean forward to crash his lips against you. The previous shared moment was so soft and delicate but this one is rough. Biting your lips to get deeper, his tongue and teeth sucking your inside as if to suck your whole life out.

“You smell so sweet Y/N.”

“I want to smell like you.”

The words make his grip on your hair and forearm tighter. With a pull, he tries to guide towards a particular direction before you stop him on his ways and confused eyes staring back at you.

“What happened? Do you want me to stop now?”

“No but I want you to do it here under the glowing moonlight. I want to see how the natural light adorning your feature and how the bond will affect the flowers.”

“See it by yourself. Come on and disrobe me.”

Your hands move upwards to slide his coat from the shoulders leaving him in a see-through shirt and the pendant and then when you see a red rose rested around his neck same as Hongjoong but his was lily. He follows to where you are focused and chuckles.

“The only color to my life is this pendant.”

“I will color your life. I will be the moon to your darkness.”

“Why will you not be my sun?”

“I don’t want to burn you with my love and not let you to look at me. Sunlight makes every corner bright and burn through every barrier to light it up and people don’t value its presence that it should get whereas moonlight adores the nature with its shining rays and only lights up the place which welcomes it leaving around the rest in mystery. When someone looks at the moon, there is a fondness.”

Your hands slide on his cheeks, “I want you to look at me like that.”

“Yes my queen.”

He presses his lips to you, kissing you softly then gliding his tongue with tracing a juicy line through your cheeks to jaws. Leaving wet kisses on the fleshy jaw, he moves down to nuzzle into your neck before kissing it and sucking it. You let out a low moan to which he sucks deeper and you swear as if he could eat you alive that instance. Feeling a sharp tingling of his fangs around the neck, you smile and pat his head but he just kisses you on the spot.

“Bite me.”

“No. I want to feel you and make us one then only I will bite you.”

Moonlight falling over him, reflecting his attractive features of facial and the pale skin over his chest seems like a perfect meal to you. You nod to him and he goes back to kiss your collarbone and then when you feel the tug in your dress from back, urging you to free from your body. Your hands guide him to take it off but when it gets stuck in one place, he just rips it off from you. He takes off every material from you. Your hands go back to take off his shirt.

He pulls you down cradling in his hold and you both landed on the soft mattress. His lips never left your delicate skin, nose intoxicated with your scent and hands pumping your chest.

“Seonghwa….”

“Yes Y/N.”

“This..ah...this feels so good.”

“I know. I want to make you feel good in every possible. I want o prove my love for you and to claim you in this bond.”

His breath against your soft skin, lips nibbling when admiring and praising you. You tangled your fingers into his hair and pulls it when he flicks a nipple, earning a groan from him. Pushing you further down into the mattress, he plops a nipple inside his warm mouth and sucking it deeply, tongue giving kitten licks to the tip. His eyes look up to your blissed face with pleasure. Your eyes meet his. A spark runs through both of your body. Your legs close tightly and rubbing against to get any friction of throbbing heat but he quickly follows your action and places his one knee in between.

“Don’t.”

Your pleas having a desperation in it and it amuse him. He places your hand over his hard member and guides your fingers to get off the pants from him. Your hands move faster than you imagine and surprises him as well to see your dedication for him.

“How badly I want to ruin you!”

Your heat aches and clenches on his words. Suddenly he retreats himself from you, leaving your heated body on the cold mattress. Your eyes flutter open to see him removing his pants fully and placing himself between your legs. Moonlight hitting his bare self and your eyes adoring the view. Every movement of his body, flexing his well built muscles and abs and how your hands tickling to touch them.

“Please Seonghwa. Please ruin me.”

 He bends down to place a little kiss on your clit, continuing a line of kisses from your lower belly to belly button where he licks the surrounding place and nose bumping to your hot flesh with his hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin making your body arch and pull his hair in your grip, moving up to your chest to suck your nipples and kiss in the middle of the chest then licking the collarbones and again nuzzling his face into your neck and hair.

Placing a kiss on your jaw and repeating it to your nose and lips. He smiles down at you.

“Are you ready my queen?”

“Always my king.”

He pushes himself inside you, length stretching out your tight muscles. You let out a loud cry before Seonghwa pushes your hairs back to plant a soft and long kiss on your forehead.

“That’s it. Relax.”

His soothing voice and delicate touches, fingers brushing over the pale skin. Your hands tracing the line of his muscles and gliding your hands up and down his body.

Every thrust is deeper than the before and you are literally floating. His thrusts are not rough but measurable and precise to make you feel how good he fits inside you. Your walls clenching around his length earns a growl from him. Your hips rock upward to match his pace but his grip on your hips holds you down to make you still.

His every touch igniting your already burning self and if it continues, you might burn down. Thrusting deeper into with his hip bending down, gives you a sensation of building up of a knot inside. The burning knot of your bond. Your nails digging into the flesh of his back. His hands messaging your breasts and sucking and biting in between.

“Am I making you feel good?”

His pace is increasing and by his rough and uncoordinated thrust, you are sure that he is also near to his climax.

“Yes…my king…yes.”

“This is all mine. I wont let anyone to take you away from me. All mine. Mine to claim.”

“Yes yes yours.”

“My Queen.” His thrusts are hurting you and you can feel yourself to the edge.

“Seong-“

“My Rose.”

“Hwa-“

“My Y/N”

Moaning out his name loud, you break loose and come. He slows down and lets you to ride your high but doesn’t stop. You are panting under him and his smile shows that how much he is enjoying the view of you falling apart. His eyes following how your chest heaving up and down and your blissed expression with parted lips. His one hand throws away the tiara from your head before messaging your scalp and other hand circling over your clit.

“Look at me.”

You whine due to the stimulation but his free hand pins your hands above your head.

“Too much. Seonghwa I cant-”

Before you can speak any further, he leans down to kiss you and hand and his length still abusing your clit. Your exhausted self is not keeping up with his pace so you let him to do whatever he wants to do with you. His hand holding your wrists move down to pat your cheeks to which you open your eyes, he directs your orbs towards the flower and then when your eyes go wide.

The flowers are becoming one and the black and red petals are now tainted with bright red color. The exact color of pure blood. Your distraction got interrupted with his rough thrusts.

“You are still so tight ugh..”

“Seonghwa…I-“ The familiar sensation in your stomach returns.

“I know. I know. Hold up a bit.” You close your eyes under the pressure.

“Y/N look at me. I want to see you coming and how my cum inside you makes you seem like.”

Your walls clench on his words. With some few deep thrusts, this time again you collapse when you come and this time, he comes with you. His movements slow down with you both riding out your high. His forehead resting against yours and the whole place has only sound of your heavy breathings from two overly heated body glowing under the natural light.

He places a soft kiss on your cheek and both of your attention move towards the flower which is shining bright red under the sparkling moonlight. You smile followed by him and tears roll down your eyes, not sad but the feelings of happy and lucky to get your mate. The tears under the light seems like falling stars which got kissed by your mate, your king.  He is still buried inside you.

“I love you, my Rose.”

“I love you too Seonghwa. My king. You are mine.”

“Yes I’m yours My queen but Can I-“

“Bite me Seonghwa.”

His sharp fangs bit down the sensitive spot on your neck, sucking the blood from you. You scream in pain but quickly it turns into pleasure, your eyes rolling back and your whole body begging to be touched and devoured.

Before he could suck the whole life out of your body, he retreats and pulls out from you. Positioning himself in a sitting positing, he places you in arms, close to his embrace where you can hear his thumping heartbeat against his chest. The heart beating for you and with your blood mixed with his. Both of your eyes admiring the red flower, representing your bonding and the love for each other.

“Our story begins under the moonlight.”

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Seonghwa was my mate in past life. This was our story. Thank you for reading.

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[ao3-shenanigans]

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

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

[becasbelt]

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

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

alright so bechloe fics:

- Fade Into You by @aliciameade

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

- Stained Glass by @kailoraurelius

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

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

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

- and i never. saw you coming by @pulledpurplecurtains

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

arcane fics:

- Rumours (Terrible and True) by @sunsetsharkblog

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

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

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

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

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

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

[usertoxicyaoi]

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

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

[drrav3nb]

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

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

[glassbugs]

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

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

Pairings- Ford Pines x Reader and Stan Pines x Reader

slight BillFord and BillxReader very briefly

Synopsis-

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

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

Warnings-

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

[theinfinitedivides]

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

[distortionbobble]

Royal Flowers Chapter 2

pairing: anakin skywalker x f! reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Almost everyone. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Perfect. 

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[forgetful-nerd]

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

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

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

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

Pater: How DARE YOU go for the bird feeder-

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

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

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

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

[onlyasimp4nobody]

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

[rejectedbytheempty]

why is no one talking about the man from u.n.c.l.e. it’s so good 😭 and the tropes in there are just so *chef’s kiss*

[elevenharbor]

first date (ch. 6)

midnight bribe, moonlight bride (22975 words) by elevenharbor Chapters: 6/? Fandom: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale Relationships: Higurashi Kagome/Sesshoumaru, Higurashi Kagome & Sesshoumaru Summary: when bribes turn into something more, what is a girl to do next? Deal with the devil himself, of course!

Sorry this took over a year to update. It took a lot of effort and lots and lots of k-dramas, c-dramas, and webtoons inspiration to actually light a fire up my ass and finish this chapter. So I apologize for the long wait. And thank you to those who are still reading this story. 

[garvalhaminho]

"marriage of convenience is just fake-dating w extra steps" well yes!! why do you think i like it

[jomiddlemarch]

While You Were Sleeping

Chapter 4

Some people, primarily Muggles, count sheep when they have trouble falling asleep.

Wizards preferred Puffskeins or occasionally crups. Molly Weasley had once admitted she counted crups in Weasley sweaters, after George had spiked her tea with something she made him pull from the store shelves.

(Hermione did not believe anyone who said they counted dragons other than Hagrid, who listed them off by their forenames.)

Hermione preferred facts.

Fact: the Eguzkiko continued to think she and Draco were a married couple.

Fact: Draco was fluent in at least five languages.

Fact: Draco wore a subtle cologne that smelled like Hermione imagined the Silk Road would, minus the camels.

(Unconfirmed fact: this was exactly what Amortentia now smelled like to Hermione, forget cut grass and parchment.)

Fact: Hermione’s facts were usually about statistics, geopolitical historical alliances, and characters in Dickens’ novels because her father had loved those dearly but since the start of this mission, her facts had increasingly, exclusively become All About Draco.

Fact: Hermione appeared to have Feelings for sodding brilliant, widely accomplished and knicker-incineratingly fit Draco Black Malfoy, Esq., Feelings she felt ill-equipped to express.

Fact: She felt no more drowsy now than when she’d extinguished the reading lamp and turned on her side to avoid trying to make out his profile or the exquisite line of his neck against the pillowcase.

Fac—THUMP.

“What was that?” she exclaimed.

“I don’t—” Draco began.

THUMP. Thump. thump.

“What the bloody fuck?!” Draco said, sitting bolt upright. There was a yelping quality to his cry, that couldn’t be denied, though his voice was still pitched low enough that no one would have called it a shriek. Also, being bolt upright showed his broad shoulders to notable advantage (who knew pyjamas could be so impeccably tailored?)

In any case, Hermione had that covered, the shriek-department that is. She did manage to keep it to one solitary shriek that she choked back at the end, right at the moment when Draco reached over and grabbed her upper arms. She only had a split second to evaluate the grabbing, but it was definitely from the making-sure-you’re-real and I’ve-got-you-don’t-worry categories, not the get-a-hold-of-yourself-witch or I’m-about-to-shake-you-silly-for-being-a-silly-bint. Also, his hands were big and warm and transiently made her feel very much cherished and she was glad she’d tied back her hair so he didn’t accidentally pull any of it, though the prospect of his hands gently running through her curls was dreadfully appealing.

When she wasn’t devoting her not inconsiderable brain-power towards the mental recitation of facts, she was capable of noticing quite a bit.

“Are you all right?” he asked. With the grabbing, he’d closed the distance between them and they were close enough she could see the hints of green and blue in his grey eyes, the faint shadow of his beard, a darker shade than his hair. There was a small scar near his left temple and she wondered at what curse had caught him there, how badly he’d been injured to leave such a mark impervious to the Healers at St. Mungo’s. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, are you?” she said. Her heart was still beating very fast, but it had more to do with Draco than the earlier noise.

“Yes,” he said. He loosened his grasp on her and let his hands drop, but they still rested on her forearms, lightly enough she could shrug him off. She did not.

“What was that?” she said when the moment had started to grow too intense, the hollow at the base of his throat too tempting.

“I don’t know,” he said. “At home, I’d guess it might be an old house settling for the night or a storm brewing, but here—”

“Could it be something magic?” she said. She swallowed, then said what she’d first thought, when all she had felt was terror, when she’d wanted to call out his name. “Don’t laugh at me—”

“I won’t,” he said.

“A monster. Under the bed. I know it sounds foolish,” she said.

Hermione was absolutely certain that every single one of her acquaintances, with the sole exception of Luna Lovegood, would agree it sounded foolish. And even Luna was likely to give her reassuring smile and tell her that kidakomori were far fonder of people than people ever gave them credit for and Hermione would have to pretend that she was aware of kidakomori and their undeservedly dubious reputation.

“It doesn’t sound foolish. Not to me,” Draco said. 

“What?”

“I didn’t want to say it first, because I agree it makes me sound unhinged, but I also thought of a monster under the bed,” he replied.

“You were supposed to talk sense to me. To tell me I was overreacting,” Hermione said.

“Are you even capable of overreacting?” Draco countered. “I realize I am tacitly validating your prior assault on me—”

“We were children! And you were beastly,” Hermione said.

“And I deserved it,” he said.

“Well, no one deserves to be hit,” Hermione said.

“I understand the progressive Muggle approach to childhood discipline and in general, I don’t disagree but in that particular situation, I must say I did. And not only because I was making a point.” He smiled at her and she liked it far too much.

“Do you really think there’s a monster under our bed?” she said, trying not to whisper and failing. 

“You said our bed,” Draco replied.

“That’s what you’re choosing to focus on? Not the monster part? And the fact that we have no wands and even wandless magic is verboten in here, even assuming either of us knew what spell to cast for a monster under the bed,” she ranted. Her exposure to Parseltongue had been so negative (whose wasn’t?) she kept herself from hissing, but it was a close call. Draco moved his right hand from her forearm to her wrist and then laced his fingers through hers. It would have been the sexiest move she could remember any man making except for the possible monster beneath them.

“Inanis belua, but you have to put the emphasis on the bel and let the final a drift. Like leviosa,” Draco said.

“Inanis belua,” she repeated.

“Perfect,” he said. “You’ve always had an ear for incantation.”

“How did you learn it?” Hermione asked. It seemed he wasn’t going to make her face the implications of our bed. At least not at the moment.

“Narcissa,” Draco said, again referring to his mother by her first name. Hermione almost wished for another round of eerie thumps to distract them both from the ticking bomb that was his relationship with his mother. “She coddled me, as much as she could—the Malfoy heir was expected to be superior in all regards, but the Blacks tend to be high-strung, overly sensitive. It was a secret, that she taught me the spell. I wasn’t to tell my father.”

“I don’t think it’s coddling to make your little boy feel safe,” Hermione said, hoping she’d picked the least inflammatory aspect of what he’d shared. The less she said about Lucius Malfoy the better. Even after all these years, she wasn’t sure she could talk about him without venom and however Draco felt, the man was still his father, albeit immured in Azkaban .

“Perhaps,” Draco said.

“I suppose you think it’s horribly middle-class of me. Or Muggle,” she said.

“I think you were raised by kinder people than I was,” he said. Hermione thought of the estrangement that existed between her and her parents and also how it had been as the Grangers’ little girl, the plush calico kitten that had been tucked with her under her covers, the bedtime stories, the trips to the library with a trolley to bring home her latest acquisitions. When she thought of them, they were still Mum and Dad.

“It was Bellatrix who taught her the spell,” Draco said, watching her face. His own eyebrows were drawn together, a serious expression similar to one he wore when wrangling with a particularly thorny bit of medieval Eguzkikan legislation.

“I take it you’re of the confront your fear persuasion,” Hermione said. “Or is this some kind of weirdly roundabout apology Or a Pureblood thing? If it’s a Pureblood thing, you’ll have to give me some context, like whether it’s all the Sacred Twenty-Eight or just the Blacks. It doesn’t feel authentically Malfoy.”

“I’m not sure what it is,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his left hand, still hanging onto her right with his own. “I thought, we’re talking about monsters, from our past, we’ve never spoken about what happened with Bellatrix. We’re sleeping together every night, it seemed odd not to address it but perhaps that was better—"

“It wasn’t better. But this isn’t necessary,” she said.

“I think it is,” Draco replied. “Necessary, but not better. She’s so hard to talk about and no one wants to, beyond cursing her, and I understand, but to not talk about her, it’s as stupid to me as blasting Andromeda off the tapestry. And I’ve never told you how terribly sorry I am that I couldn’t figure out some other way to help you, when she was hurting you. I don’t know what I could have done but that’s not enough, Hermione. It never was and now—”

Draco broke off and Hermione found herself raising her left hand to cup his cheek, stroking her thumb across his cheekbone. It went on far to long for him to mistake is for only gentleness.

“D’you know, I think we’ve had enough of monsters,” she said. “Only I wonder—”

“What?” he said.

“There’s been no more noise. Might we have done wandless magic with that spell of yours, banished the bedframe’s resident horror to parts unknown? And if we did, will the Eguzkiko be deeply offended and break off diplomatic relations?” Hermione asked.

“I won’t tell,” Draco said. “Wandless is near-impossible to trace and tandem wandless hasn’t been recorded. Or regulated in any magical region. I think we’re safe.”

*

Fact: Draco’s eyes weren’t only grey.

Fact: Draco had been a little boy afraid of monsters.

Fact: Hermione wanted to fall asleep holding Draco Black Malfoy’s hand. And he let her.

[just-1other-nerd]

Fake dating/marriage of convenience trope: no one does it like them

"I never planned to but now I've adopted a child" trope: no one does it like them

Slow burn trope: no one does it like them

They each have a big secret and are afraid of the other one resenting them if they ever found out trope: no one does it like them

Shout out to Twiyor