i like to think that, when kaishin marriage happens, Kaito goes all out and disguises as a guest
i’m talking dress, wig, makeup, voice. bombshell blonde or something. just not normal Kaito.
and then Shinichi has to like, hunt for him? and when he deduces who Kaito is (i.e. catches him) there’s a big deduction show thing and Kaito gives his signature smirk and quick-changes into a really nice wedding dress and they walk down the altar together.
something something ‘i’ll always find you’ and ‘i’ll always trust you to find me’
I saw this trend where the bride would take spicy Polaroids and have her bridesmaids and maid of honour pass them to the groom and watch the groom slowly melt.
Imagine Rook hiring a painter to paint little paintings of her in compromising positions (in lingerie, maybe even naked), just a little collection of gifts for her husband to be.
Pocket-sized, for him to carry his love next to his heart.
The paintings are wrapped in paper, looking small and unassuming. She then passes them on to each member of the Veilguard, all of whom are part of the wedding party.
Each member of the team would come by, discreetly passing the pocket sized paintings to Emmrich while Rook observes from afar, probably giggling to herself like a crazed maniac as she watches as his face turns red, the flush disappearing down into the collar of his shirt. She avoids him each time he looks up to scan the room for her.
The final blow comes in a little box wrapped with a bright purple ribbon, delivered by Manfred. Emmrich is scared, and also very aroused.
The team turns away from him, seemingly creating a shield of privacy around him, because he is going to need it.
Opening it, he finds Rook’s pièce de rèsistance, the silky, lilac coloured thong she’s been wearing all night. Looking up, he finally he catches sight of Rook through the crowd of people. They make eye contact and Rook just winks at him.
Emmrich groans so loudly, the team can’t help but laugh.
@sjmromanceweek day five. Another one shot for you this fine day! Nesta wakes up in Cassian’s hotel room the morning after her sister’s wedding and immediately panics. This was not supposed to happen...
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Nesta wakes to sunlight stabbing through unfamiliar curtains and the immediate, visceral knowledge that shes made a terrible mistake.
Her head throbs. Her mouth tastes like expensive wine and poor decisions. Her body aches in places that make her face heat even in her half-asleep state. She’s naked—completely, utterly naked—in a hotel bed that is definitely not hers, wrapped in sheets that smell like sex and some woodsy cologne that she can still taste on her tongue.
The body beside her shifts, and Nesta freezes.
Oh god. Oh no.
She turns her head slowly, dreading what she already knows she’ll see, and there he is. Cassian. Still asleep, thank the gods, his ridiculously good hair spread across the pillow like some romance novel cover model, one muscled arm thrown above his head. The sheet pools dangerously low at his waist, revealing the broad expanse of his chest and that deep V, that leads to a very enticing outline. Nesta can see everything in the morning light. The scratches—her scratches—raked down his shoulders. The bite mark on his collarbone that she remembers making. The bruises on his hips from where she gripped him when he—
No. She’s not thinking about that.
Except she can’t stop thinking about it. About the way he’d pinned her wrists above her head. About the filthy things he’d whispered in her ear. About how many times he’d made her come, about the way he’d grabbed the headboard, about the way he’d looked at her like she was something sacred even while doing decidedly unholy things to her body.
“Fuck,” she whispers. “Fuck.”
She needs to leave. She needs to get out of this room before he wakes up and she has to face what they’ve done. What they’ve done repeatedly, for hours, with enthusiasm and creativity that would make her blush if she had any shame left.
She scrambles out of bed, moving as quietly as possible, and immediately regrets it when her body protests. She’s sore everywhere—her thighs, her hips, muscles she didn’t even know she had. She clutches the sheet to her chest to maintain some semblance of dignity.
Her bridesmaid dress is a crumpled heap near the window, one strap torn completely off. Her bra is hanging from a lamp. How did it even get there? Her underwear is… nowhere. Nowhere in sight.
" Listen up. There will be no fighting. Draco threatened to leave me behind from our honeymoon if there is fighting. NO FIGHTING!
*points at each weasely*
No fighting *George smiles*
No fighting *Fred looks down*
No fighting *Percy nods*
No fighting * Bill puts his hands up in an innocent manner*
No fighting * Charlie laughs*
NO FUCKING FIGHTING *Ginny is offended because why was she cursed at....we know exactly why though that woman is a menace and we love her *
"Now any questions?"
" Oi why isn't dear Ronald not part of the dressing down?"
Smirking, Harry walks towards the door, turning slightly as he speaks. " Cause Hermione already cursed him if he dared step out of line." The words make all the Weasley's wince.
—slutty suit fic is here ya’ll! let’s all bless ryan for his slutty perfectly acceptable attire 😏
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summary:
They settled in, others joining around them; well, Eddie settled at least. Every time Buck caught sight of Eddie, all he could see was the sinful chest hair protruding from his bare chest beneath the open suit jacket. And the hair. God, all Buck wanted to do was run his hands through it and wreck it even more. Maybe run his face against the stubble and—
And why the fuck was Eddie staring straight at him?
Eddie looked to him keenly before leaning in closer and bumping their knees together.
“Might wanna pick your jaw up there Buckley. The wedding hasn’t even started yet.”
Buck could hardly process Eddie’s first words, only that the night was just beginning. Buck groaned. How the fuck was he meant to make it through an evening with Eddie and his slutty suit?
Clearing his throat, Buck pointedly looked away from Eddie, focusing his attention upfront where the ceremony was about to start. He pretended not to hear Eddie snicker beside him.
—or—
Buck asks Eddie to be his date to a wedding. He didn't expect the man to wear a slutty get up.
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Colin and Penelope are getting married! In their hometown! Everything is going to be perfect.
Except, her mom might be facing jail time and his mom is dating for the first time since Dad died. And the ring bearer broke his arm because he wanted to see a balloon on the roof. Eloise is fighting with Penelope and her girlfriend. Francesca is trying to tell everyone that she got accepted into Juilliard. The best man Benedict is having a mid-quarter life crisis and Anthony... actually Anthony is doing fine with his wife Kate, but he's not in a position to fix anything like he used to.
