#fake married au

[tgarnsl]

tagged by @chiropteracupola — thank you, my friend!

rules: post the last line/snippet of what you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

I will not be doing that, as there are more words than there are people I know, but I will tag @sanguinarysanguinity, and anyone else who would like to join in, please consider this your invitation!

from the flight of the heron fake married au:

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A bitter wind was sweeping across the Beauly Firth, threading its way through the streets of a still and miserable Inverness. It was a week past that fateful day on Culloden Moor: only a mere sennight, but to Major Keith Windham it seemed an eternity. Cumberland in his victory had not been merciful, neither on the battlefield nor off it, and in that week had been committed such unkindnesses as to make an honourable soldier almost ashamed of the uniform he wore. It was certainly a hard-hearted man who could walk past the wretched and overcrowded little prison beneath the bridge and not be moved by pitiful voices crying for water. No less desperate were the men in the churches and gaols of the town, and the ships in the harbour. The day before last, Keith had gone out with a quorum of other officers to take down the names of prisoners, and what he had seen had been enough to nearly turn his stomach. For two days the prisoners had been given neither food nor water, and many lay, half-dead, in their filth and misery, as they waited for the inevitable, for their surgeons and bleeders had seen their tools confiscated, and there was no surgeon from the town to tend to them. Yet of all the cruelties that had been witnessed thus far in this defeated little town, the most senseless was that taking place before him now on this cold and grey Sunday morning. The order had been given just hours before that all prisoners were to be reviewed publicly, and now, between the two rows of troops lined from one end of Bridge Street to the other, they were made to pass muster, many in their shirts or less. Major Windham, mounted alongside General Hawley and a number of other officers in the market square, watched the shambling little parade with considerable distaste. The wounded men as well as the hale had been made to come out, and those unable to wake or stand were carried by their fellow prisoners. This provoked uproarious laughter in Hawley and a number of the other officers, for to them there was no finer amusement than watching a lame man stumble and crawl before them, or see another spill his precious half-pound of meal which he carried in the fore-skirt of his shirt. Listening to the laughter of Hawley, as sharp and cruel as a parrot’s, and the jeers of the officers and men, Keith’s stomach turned, and he was about to turn his horse about and feign trouble from his wound of Fontenoy, when he heard another of the company — Mr David Bruce, the judge-advocate — hail a triple of prisoners, two of whom half-carried, half-dragged the injured third between them.   “Ho, there,” cried Mr Bruce. “You!” The two able men stopped, their faces pale with fear beneath the grime. Their injured fellow made little motion to indicate he heard Bruce, his head hanging down and his face obscured by a curtain of dirty auburn hair. Unlike his companions, who wore only their shirts, he had on only a kilt, beneath which the lower end of a filthy bandage around his left thigh could be seen. Another bound his sword arm — evidence enough of where the man’s shirt had gone. His tartan, Keith noted a moment later, was that of the Cameron — that, of all tartans, was one he knew without question, having once worn it himself. Despicable, thought Keith to himself, his hands tightening on his horse’s reins, the creature shifting nervously in response.But the judge-advocate was not finished. “Get him on his feet. He is to march,” he ordered, pointing at the injured man. who was in no state to stand. Yet with his companions’ coaxing he struggled to his feet, and stood there a moment after they had released him, before his injured leg weakened, and he collapsed.“Far better had he died on Culloden Moor,” murmured a lieutenant to Keith’s right, and Keith gave a slight nod of assent. Any Highlander would surely wish a good death in battle over struggling in the muck like an animal, trying to gain footing that would surely not hold. “Get him up,” intoned General Hawley, evidently bored, but the injured prisoner raised a hand to ward off his companions, seemingly determined to stand once more. Slowly, slowly, he got his feet under him and assumed his full height, lifting his face towards the officers in grim defiance. Yet it was clear from his trembling leg that he would not be able to stand for long, no matter how strong his will, and a small trickle of blood was already beginning to run down his injured thigh. His ashen face was dirty and unshaven like all the other prisoners, but his eyes—“Good God!” exclaimed Major Windham aloud, throwing himself from his horse. All gazes fixed on him, save for Ewen Cameron’s, who had gone very grey indeed, his teeth set in his lower lip as if he might overcome his disability by force of will alone. He wavered once, half-stumbled, regained his footing for a moment, but his strength was gone. The wounded leg gave way once more, and he fell, into Keith Windham’s waiting arms. “Major Windham!” called General Hawley, riding forward as Keith knelt with Ewen, his face red with anger. “What is the meaning of this, sir?”  Keith looked down at Ardroy, at that gaunt face with its eyes half-closed and unseeing. His hand, pressed to Ardroy’s bare chest, found a faint and sluggish heartbeat. Half-dead already. It seemed unlikely that he would live out the week. But what could he do? There was nothing Keith could say that would save Ewen from his fate — nothing save…“Major Windham!” shouted Hawley, apoplectic with rage. “Sir, step away at once—”Keith met Hawley’s withering stare, his heart beating rapidly in his throat. “I cannot, sir,” he said, as calmly as he could. For a moment time stood still, the moment between the spark of steel on flint and the explosion of the pistol. He had set his course, and he would be damned if anyone would forestall it now. “You see, sir,” he continued, holding Ewen close, “He is my husband.”

#the flight of the heron #my writing #fake married au

[milflewis]

youre drunk 🤝 im high heres a yukierre idea: theyre besties and silly season has them worried, so they decide to get fake married to stay teammates.

what do you think?

pls you should get high more often bc this is fucking gold. also sorry this got long so i had to put it under the cut bc i found texts i sent to naila about this where we screamed about it. i licherally have no memory of sending them but whatever we move

ok ok so i’m thinking they get married bc omg you can’t split up true love what will the fans say and alpha tauri are like…fuck. (that or some citizenship type thing idk haven’t thought that far) also !! alex as yuki’s best man. charles as pierre’s obv. george is just there bc he drives pierre insane and for ‘emotional support for yuki bc he’s finally lost it and is marrying the french sloth looking man’. george being like so where are you taking yuki on the honeymoon and pierre is like ??? first of all this is a fake wedding so why would we have a real honeymoon ?? and second why does it have to be me taking yuki. why can’t yuki take me. and george is like. babe. pls. cmon. yuki is already bringing himself to the table for this marriage and you? you bring what? some repression? some hair? nice tits? the ability to reach the top cupboards? pls start pulling your weight around here or else this marriage won’t last.

halfway through the wedding he turns to yuki and is like hey. i have hair and nice tits and i am tall. why don’t you just marry me. and yuki is like. but i need the seat. george nodding. yeah true. continue. pierre fuming in the corner

and ofc you have angst and pining and pierre realising yuki’s hand fits perfectly into his and the one bed trope bc ofc and maybe pierre starts noticing all the guys that are flirting with yuki now and he’s not having it !! don’t they know you’re a married man !!! shame !!! and yuki is just there like 🧍when will you fuck me….

in the background you have lewis running around screaming that he could’ve married val !! are you serious !! you hid this from me !!! i’m thinking a scene like.

reporter: so what do you think about yuki and pierre. do you support them

lewis: yeah yeah obv ofc. cute couple. but like. did YOU know that we could do that. get married to stay together

reporter: um…like me specifically….or..???

lewis: oh no im talking about val like we could’ve been married this whole time and no one told me ????

reporter: sorry what in the fuck

he is saying this to everyone who asks. ted is on his side. makes a whole special on ted’s notebook detailing out how exactly toto wolff cockblocked the great love story that is valewis. jenson is like bro just fucking marry him now and lewis is just sad bc but he doesn’t need a seat anymore tho….jenson’s banging his head against the table bc you’re in love what about that isn’t that enough and ted is not having it. he would 100% be behind lewis. nodding. fully agreeing bc it’s an outrage !! they would’ve been married jenson !! are u listening to this shit crofty are u !!! toto is just wishing for brocedes back

#sorry for the pierre n george bit i am slowly falling in love with their rancid vibes #platonic tho !! dw lol #also this is very jokey and taking the piss and i will have that in the fic but also lost of angst dw. this is just how i cope with #trauma (watching f1 this year) #also had to throw in some valewis bc i have a problem im sorry im ill #i am deeply in love with this fic idea anon i love u and will probably write it. i just had to get all this out. hope you like it !! #fake married au #look i have a tag for it n everything. now i need to write it #anon tag #niamh.asks

[sanguinarysanguinity]

for the memorable scene ask game, it's got to be the section of 'a well-rooted briar' where Bush realizes that he too has been affected... that, or perhaps the card-playing lesson in 'until death or england do us part' - it's such a small moment but I have the most Vivid image of it stuck fast in my mind!

I had such fun writing that bit of "Well-Rooted Briar" when the penny drops and Bush realises -- in the same moment as everyone on the quarterdeck! -- that he, too, is infected with the floral disease. But of course, having caught a possibly fatal disease, all he thinks about is how his illness will harm Hornblower... He has it bad, that one. To be fair, they both do.

Oh! Oh! You liked the piquet scene in "Until Death or England"! I am so pleased! I confess, that was 100% self-indulgence, and I wondered if I could justify including it at all. But I do have strong feelings about both Hornblower and Forester doing better by Bush, and I not only wanted a scene with some rapport and intimacy between Hornblower and Bush right there, but I also more compassion for Bush's ineptitude with cards: an understanding of where it might have come from, and the generosity to help him with it. And of course that piquet scene is a pair with the scene later in the story, where Bush's facility with games of chance proves to be exactly the insight Hornblower needs. So I kept it in, because it served several purposes of mine, but I never imagined it would be a memorable scene for anyone. And now I find out it was! I'm so pleased!

#until death or england do us part #fake married au #well-rooted briar #my writing

[fanby-fckry]

Modern AU

Alastor: If you’re not married by the time you turn 40, will you marry me?

Husk: What the fuck? Did you just propose to me?

Alastor: Maybe! :)

Husk: Why? Why would we get married?

Alastor: Tax Evasion! :)

Husk:

Husk: Ok, deal.

#getting married to someone else isn’t even an option in Alastor’s mind #Husk is his best friend and the only person he trusts enough to marry #nobody else will do #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel memes #hazbin hotel incorrect quotes #incorrect hazbin quotes #incorrect hazbin hotel quotes #incorrect quotations #radiohusk #fake marriage au #alastor x husk #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #fanby’s fuckery

[densewentz]

where is my Dreamling Bridgerton!au with Diamond of the Season Dream and rakish Duke Gadling who pretend to form an attachment after Dream's meddling sibling destroys his marriage prospects and he is left pursued by none but the wretched Lord Burgess

#sorry but i unapologetically love bridgerton #its a period piece fake dating au sprinkled with courtly love and intrigue #and there are so many nuances in s1 that could be used in a Dreamling au #Dreamling #dream must simply marry the man who feels like his dearest friend

[dantoru]

hopefully they can be happier in another life

#(they can) #my sorcevalier au has two endings 1 where they basically retire and become— #—married medieval rks or they both die and get reincarnated as canon rks #also i made fake cards for a fake rks event recently. might post them 🧐 #project sekai #wonderlands x showtime #rui kamishiro #tsukasa tenma #ruikasa #my art

[findafight]

Eddie being a 50something rockstar on twitter and posting for the Drama of it all is my most precious held headcanon of rockstar eddie fix its.

And the replies:

#steddie #qpr stobin #platonic stobin #rockstar eddie munson #Eddie Munson #steve Harrington #Robin Buckley #fake tweets #eddie tweets au #i guess?? thats what ill call it?? #stobin got married and never divorced and their relationship confounds the general non lgbtq public #finda writes stuff #finda's rambles #also important to know that they are all sitting on a couch beside each other as they tweet

[kokomalls]

mafia au - heiress & bodyguard 🖤

"dear, i fear we're facing a problem

you love me no longer, i know and

maybe there is nothing that i can do

to make you do.

mama tells me i shouldn't bother

that i ought just stick to another man

a man that surely deserves me

but i think you do." 🎶

- lovefool, the cardigans (1996)

//

im so excited to say i finished this because ive had these stuck as wips for AN ENTIRE YEAR on my computer!! and everytime id work on it, id run into some sort of art block. i thought id never, but now i feel a little proud knowing it's done 😭! and i absolutely love love love these kinds of au's, so you know it was a must 👀

#yeah ooh its forbidden love and theyll never be the same class but theyre madly in love ooh its cliche BUT ITS GOOD #jibaku shonen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #jshk #tbhk #hananene #yashiro nene #nene yashiro #amane yugi #yugi amane #amanene #my art #oceanic art #theyre having a fake play marriage in the 3rd one. they know they cant get married for real #heiress and bodyguard au #mafia au

[infernaleikon]

on this wip wednesday i revisit my actual wip that i should get back to 🙈🙈🙈

have a snippet of the fake married au

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When Anakin had proposed—emotionally (ostensibly) fake but otherwise legal—marriage, eager to secure a neat pay raise, he’d definitely not thought about the careful maintenance and painstaking planning such a charade would entail. So when Obi-Wan suggests Anakin move in with him, Anakin feels like every last breath of air has been squeezed from his lungs. The words ring in his head, less like a siren and more like a siren call, and Obi-Wan needs to call his name twice with a worried frown on his face before Anakin manages an answer.

Still, he has to clear his throat, embarrassingly, three times before his voice sounds anywhere near normal and even then he sounds hoarse and croaky to his own ears when he asks, “Are you sure?”

Obi-Wan kinks an eyebrow at him. “It would call the legitimacy of our marriage into question if we didn’t live under one roof.”

It doesn’t quite answer Anakin’s question. It wouldn’t dispute their marriage but rather the status of their relationship, Anakin thinks faintly.

Anakin has to clear his throat again. “Maybe we’re more…modern than other couples and don’t need to live together,” he offers. It sounds beyond stupid—and nobody who truly knows him would believe that he wouldn’t want to live with—with his husband. But Obi-Wan dodges answering the question and Anakin realizes that of course he isn’t thrilled at the prospect of having to share his apartment—for potential years—with Anakin.

Obi-Wan looks at him with an unreadable expression for a moment before an apologetic smile tugs at his lips. “I understand that you wouldn’t want to—give up your freedom in such a way,” he says diplomatically. As if Obi-Wan isn’t giving up his own freedom by marrying Anakin. “It’s just—” Now Obi-Wan clears his throat. “Everyone who knows me knows that I—I’d want to live with my spouse, is all. I’m not…modern.”

Anakin feels like there is only white noise in his head. “I wanna live with my spouse, too,” he says, like an idiot.

“Oh,” Obi-Wan says, and then a wry little smile passes over his face. “Well then.”

It somehow sounds both like a question and a statement.

“I’ll move in,” Anakin hurries to add, his words sounding embarrassingly breathless. “I just—”

He just—

The realization of how much he is truly asking of Obi-Wan impacts like a meteor hitting a planet’s surface, and Anakin can’t even begin to fathom how—or why—Obi-Wan takes it in stride so elegantly.

“Uh,” Anakin says, at a loss for words, and rubs the back of his neck.

The corners of Obi-Wan’s eyes crinkle slightly and the smile grows but becomes seemingly thinner. “Don’t worry, we’ll figure out an arrangement for when you want to bring someone—for when you want to spend the night with someone,” he assures. His tone is light and teasing, and there’s a glint in his eyes that sends tiny little shocks up and down Anakin’s spine.

Anakin flushes: heat rising into his cheeks so sudden and unbidden that he feels breathless with it. He can’t imagine there being anybody he’d rather spend the night with than Obi-Wan. The heat in his cheeks intensifies once he realizes Obi-Wan means sex, and then even more so when he discovers that he himself does not—or well, not just.

#obikin #currently judging myself for this tbh #reread what ive written so far and idk if it really works #but also!! #need to continue this #and write all the other ideas in my head #😭😭😭 #anyway #fake married au here u go

[queenbananya]

Fake dating AU with a happy ending

#PA works has been throwing in all the tropes they can fit into it #next season will be a fake marriage au where they pretend for Miri's sake and marry in some foreign country at the end #buddy daddies #kazurei

[tgarnsl]

Doldrums and Fake Married, please! (Or just one, your choice.)

fake married au!

this scene (which you've already read on discord, ha) comes from somewhere near the end after the whole fake married thing is revealed as a fraud by Keith at Ewen's trial. Keith is subsequently arrested and is awaiting a court martial:

The cell — for it could hardly be called anything else — was five paces by five paces, a distance that Keith soon came to know intimately during the first twenty-four hours of his imprisonment. The small window of his room looked out onto another wall, but if he sat on his bed he could see the corner, and beyond that, what appeared to be an oak. It was only a glimpse of green, but Keith hoped it was an oak all the same, like the sprig of oak Ewen had pinned to his lapel before the trial — the sprig that had fallen and been crushed under foot when the guards had seized him.

On the fourth day, the gaoler, a kindly Welsh corporal in his fifties, came to shave him — for he was not allowed anything that might constitute a weapon — and told him that a ‘friend’ wished to visit later that evening. The news so startled Keith that he jerked his head up, causing the razor to slip and nick his jaw.

“I am not to receive visitors,” he said, pressing a towel against the cut. “Was that not made clear, Jenkins?”

Jenkins frowned. “He is your husband, sir. I cannot, in good faith, deny a man the opportunity to visit with his husband.”

Keith nodded. “What time will you bring him?” he asked, hoping that his eagerness did not show.

“At eight in the evening, sir,” said Jenkins, rinsing off the shaving brush and emptying the basin into the slop bucket. “I will see to it you have as much time with him as you wish.”

And so it was that at eight in the evening, just as the sun was casting a rosy light on the stones outside the cell window, that Ewen Cameron came to Keith Windham’s cell, dressed not as a Highlander in the tartan to which Keith had become so accustomed, but as an ordinary gentleman in a blue suit. He had never looked more beautiful, standing there in the doorway, leaning on his walking stick, his smile warm and affectionate, his eyes troubled. Jenkins nodded once at Keith and shut the door. The lock turned in the door, and then they were alone, truly alone, as they had not been for weeks.

“Ardroy,” said Keith, unable to believe it. “They released you.”

Ewen nodded. “I am free,” he said. “Though I fear you are the one to pay the price for that freedom, and for that I am sorry, truly.” He made as if to go to Keith, but hesitated. “That you would sacrifice your honour for my sake by telling a lie—”

“I spoke truly,” said Keith, quiet but firm. “What I said the courtroom. It was not a lie.” He steadied himself. “The truth is, Ardroy, that I love you, as I have not loved anyone for some time.”

Ewen limped across the cell, his eyes never once leaving Keith’s face, but stopped short of where Keith stood. “Windham, I—”

“I do not expect for you to return my affection,” said Keith. “I am sorry if I have caused you offence. But if…”

“I do,” said Ewen, taking Keith’s face between his hands. His walking stick fell with a clatter to the floor, but neither paid it heed. “Keith, I love you. Tha gaol agam ort. Do you not see? For surely I thought it to be obvious by now.”

Keith grasped Ewen by the shoulders, his head spinning. “No,” he admitted. “It was not obvious.”

“Then I must endeavour to make it so,” said Ewen gravely, drawing his face nearer to Keith’s: so close that Keith could feel the warmth of Ewen’s breath on his cheek. Yet still he hesitated, his blue eyes troubled and uncertain, all confidence gone. “Keith,” he murmured, as much a plea for help as an invocation. “Keith…”

Keith rose up and kissed him, knowing not what he did. It was a gentle, chaste kiss, no more than a press of lips, but Ewen made a sound halfway between a gasp and a sob, and tried to pull away. Keith would not let him go so easily, catching him in his arms, pressing kisses to Ewen’s mouth, his cheek, his forehead, until it grew too much for the young man, and he leaned down to press his face against Keith’s breast, his shoulders shaking as the grief that he had carried so long broke through his defences at last. Keith, at a loss for what to do, held Ewen close, stroking his hair, until at last the storm had passed, and Ewen withdrew once more.

#the flight of the heron #fake married au

[nataliesewell]

Ten/Martha + Bridgerton AU (inspo)

Dearest reader, The season has only just begun, and the ton is already abuzz over a most peculiar development. It appears Lady Martha Jones has captured the interest of the Duke of Lungbarrow. After several dances in ballrooms and discussions at dinner parties, noted by many a curious onlooker, there can be no doubt about it: the Duke is courting the young miss. The hopes of mamas everywhere may be crushed for a second time. It was a year ago, after all, that the Duke of Lungbarrow had become engaged to the Honorable Rose Tyler. Though we all remember how that match fared. Since then, the Duke has been adamant that he will never marry. Lady Martha Jones's fine features, however, have turned his head—and perhaps changed his intentions as well. This must be wonderful news for her mama, who has been particularly vocal about procuring a suitable match for her second daughter this season. But has the Duke finally come out of the sullens and committed himself to finding a wife? This author cannot say for certain. Rest assured, I will be keeping a close eye on the situation. Yours truly, Lady Whistledown

#dwedit #tenth doctor #martha jones #tenmartha #smith and jones #doctor who #s2 is truly the superior season but unfortunately s1 fit tenmartha best #ten - john smith w/e - having broken things off with rose #still being annoying abt it a year later #and he doesn't want to be bothered by ladies angling for him #francine being eager to find someone for martha after tish got married #but not really taking what martha actually wants into account #so the two of them decide to fake court each other #this is a foolproof plan that Won't lead to them falling madly in love! #maybe their first meeting is on horseback similar to k.athony #where martha doesn't know who he is and they flirt the entire time #only for her to realize afterward who he is and that he isn't actually 'interested' in her. evil #francine definitely doesn't like him at first btw because he's known for being a rake lmao #ok enough rambling about this au i'm too insane over this idea #* #*edits

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: Married at First Sight

“Well, that was a thing,” Crowley said once they were out of earshot. Without talking about it, they were both heading down the field, towards the lake where the photographer (and likely a few more people from the TV crew) was waiting. “That was a wedding,” Aziraphale replied, surprised at his own annoyance that somebody called a wedding a ‘thing’. “Yeah, obviously, didn’t miss that part,” Crowley said with a shrug, and waved abruptly in Aziraphale’s general direction. “Neither did you, from the looks of it, since you’re dressed like a wedding bride and everything.” “Excuse me, I am a—“ Aziraphale stopped himself, and started over. In which Aziraphale ends up marrying a rude stranger who wears sunglasses.

Length: 146,883 words

AO3 Rating: Teen and Up

Best for: Safe in Public, Comedy, Human AU, Slow Burn

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by Aracloptia

*Minor Spoilers* I've gotta stop being surprised when crack sounding ideas turn out to be really good! I really didn't know if this could pull off the concept. Aziraphale and Crowley are on a tv show where couples are pared up and married before ever meeting. "But Aziraphale would never do that!", I thought before reading this. Yet I very easily accepted his excuse here. He's lonely and fussy, might as well see what this is all about. His excuse boils down to, "I want companionship what about it." This story is not afraid to bring out the bastard in Aziraphale here! He's a total asshole to be frank, he's convinced he knows best and is very holier than thou. It takes Crowley to not only point that out to him, but stay and challenge him on it. I love the little ways they break down each other's walls. How in any other context they would have immediately brushed each other off, but their forced companionship allows them to break their old habits. It's sort of a story of faking it until they make it, but really it's more about stepping outside their comfort zone until they can allow themselves to love and be loved. All the side characters are super fun, I think Newt and Anathema were used very well! Their conflicts are very natural and ties back to the canon well. If you're looking for a fun time, something full of banter, and all the wonderful tension of enemies to lovers, this is perfect. Safe for public, and would be fine to take breaks with!

Read it here, fic by Aracloptia

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #fanfic rec #aziracrow #good omens fic rec #aziraphale x crowley #Married at First Sight #Aracloptia #human au #fake relationship #books au #enemies to lovers #wedding #no spice #extra long #comedy #taking breaks #safe in public #slow burn #bookseller au

[jessicas-pi]

y'know I'm a little surprised that the Princess Bride reference didn't win, but then again, this one is also a great choice

Sabine’s face is set in determination. “Okay, I’m gonna ask you a really weird question, and I need you to be honest.”

“Sure.”

“Completely honest.”

Ezra nods. “Of course. What is it?”

“If I asked you to, would you fake-marry me?”

Ezra stares at her.

“…would I fake-marry you?”

“Yes. If I asked, would you? Because—” She sucks in a breath of air, and he can sense her spiking anxiety. “Because, you’re my best friend and if I had to choose someone to spend the rest of my life with it would be you, and my family thinks you’re great, and—and if we were fake-married then when I go back to the Ghost you could have the bottom bunk in my room and you wouldn’t have to share with Zeb anymore, and it would be fun, right? And—when we’re older, maybe we could adopt a kid, or a Padawan, and let’s be honest, it would be hilarious for the Countess of Clan Wren to have a Jedi son-in-law, and you don’t have to say yes, obviously, this is just random and hypothetical and—okay, it’s not hypothetical, but you can say no and I’d understand, but—”

He interrupts her with a touch on the arm.

“Sabine.”

She winces and looks away, but Ezra smiles.

“I would totally fake-marry you.”

Sabine meets his eyes instantly. “Really?”

“Really. We’ve been fake-dating for two years; this is just the logical next step, right?” he jokes, but she stays serious.

“You don’t need time to think about it?”

“No. Honest.”

For a second, their gazes hold, and then Sabine nearly tackles him over in the second enormous hug she’s given him that day.

“Thank you,” she whispers, squeezing him tightly for a second before letting go, and she sounds so relieved that it makes him wonder if there’s some bigger reason she wants to fake-marry him. (Probably complicated Mandalorian politics.) “You’re actually kind of great, Ezra Bridger.”

“And somehow it took you this long to figure it out,” he banters back.

“Very funny.” She punches his arm with a laugh, then clasps his hands and meets his eyes and smiles so warmly that he would think there was something more behind it, if he didn’t know there wasn’t. “So, who are we thinking for wedding guests?”

Ezra thinks for a moment pretending to be solemn, then cracks a grin. “Can we invite all the guys who said you were out of my league and pity-dating me?”

“Only if I can paint Chopper pink and make him our flower droid.”

“Deal.”

#also HOLY COW 90 VOTES??? 90 PEOPLE VOTED ON WHAT FIC SNIPPET I SHOULD POST? wow hope y'all like sabezra lol #ezra's like ''haha we're gonna troll so many people with this. this is gonna be great.'' #meanwhile sabine's thinking ''if i fake marry him then maybe uhhh i won't have to think about my feelings?'' #''this is definitely not a plan that could backfire or make things more complicated for me emotionally'' #ursa totally knows what's up and she's shipping it because. yeah. it would be funny to have a jedi son in law. #plus she can't wait to see the look on his face when he figures out she's his MOTHER IN LAW #also she maybe. secretly. legally registers the marriage. she knows they were trying to fake it and she said NOT TODAY #Ursa is playing to win and the prize is magic grandbabies #fake date au #sabezra #fic snippet

[pocketramblr]

I tried but couldn't add any words to my "for legal purposes Tensei had to marry Masaki" fic however different idea: au where Masaki and Tensei said they'd marry each other if both reached 30 single, and Masaki is now just like "ah ha he's going to be dating someone in two years tho right. In eighteen months right. In one year right-"

#huh. seems like the setup for these two is always something contrived. #'I'm involved in a case and you're the prime suspect even tho we both know the secret third answer to who did it' #'i gotta marry this guy because he could put me in jail if i don't' #'haha we said we would marry each other but it was a joke right. right. you were joking at least right.' #heck maybe even the vampire au counts in this trend #now of course: i don't care and it amuses me how contrived i can make it #but i am also curious why them etc etc you know #Masaki delima of the hour: if i don't get a fake boyfriend right now I'll have to reckon with the real love of my life confirming whether #or not he was joking whenever they made that dumb bet promise thing #which #considering the poor man is a stress blorbo #that's honestly a way better situation than the others i stick him in #he'd still be approximately the same amount of anxious tho fhfhgjh

[homebody-nobody]

funny how true colors shine (in darkness and in secrecy)

Carrera and Maybank are her best agents. They’re both smart, creative, and driven. Carrera is clever and quick-thinking, and an excellent executor, and there’s no one quite like Maybank with a gun. Peterkin taps her pen on her desk, waiting for one of them to break. They will, of course. Peterkin is betting on Maybank. He’s twitching. He’s twitchy. But then, the muscle in Carrera’s jaw is doing an awful lot of jumping, too. “I’m not doing it with him.” “Literally anyone else.” -- Kie and JJ are fake married for undercover purposes, and hilarity (and also feelings) ensue.

read on ao3

(Happy Birthday, Belle!!)

#jiara #jj maybank x kiara carrera #kiara carrera x jj maybank #jj maybank #kiara carrera #jiara au #jiara fic #fake married #married undercover #fake dating #jiara fanfiction #outer banks #obx #obx fic #obx fanfiction #my stuff #moodboard #my writing #true colors #susan peterkin #anna carrera #mike carrera #sarah cameron #jiara moodboard #how else do I tag this to make sure you guys read it #I rarely post pls read my fic