#wedding verse

[thecryptidsgrimoire]

Wedding Day

MDNI cw: non-con, kidnapping, referenced smut Pairing: 141xReader Word Count: .5k

A/N: This has been floating around in my head making me viscerally ill. I had to write this before work so I'm pretty sure there will be a part two

Thinking about waking up in a wedding dress. You're alone in a big ancient house and don't know how you got there. The dress is pristine and its details match the golden wedding band on your finger. You try to take the ring off but something seems to keep it held fast to your skin. After wandering through the house a minute you get impatient and walk outside. There's a black forest surrounding the house, only illuminated by a waxing moon.

Distantly your eyes catch the light of a fire so you press closer. There are four other figures out here with you, dressed in military formal wear. You try to call for help but the men just laugh at you. The oldest of them tells you that his boys have been waiting a while for their prize to wake up.

"What do you mean," you ask. there are tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. Both from the cold and fear.

"100," the tall man in a mask says. Your eyes flick to him and then back to the crumbling house. It had been so awful before but now looked ideal by comparison to these silent, dangerous men.

You start to ask for their help. But the masked man says,

"99." Another moment passes with your heart in your throat.

"98." The other man, wearing a kilt, tells you to start running. You know that it's a bad idea. The dress you're wearing is layered and you've been lifting its hem just to walk. The sleeves are paper thin and shiny. The shoulders gather in bunches like the opening blossom of a flower. There are ribbons and golden strands fluttering as you walk.

"Do you really want to waste your time," the oldest man asks. He's lit a cigar. The smoke is centering around his face like a dragon. Beside him sits another figure, this one eyeing you hungrily. He had been so quiet before but now he tells you.

"When we catch you darling and we will. We'll want our reward."

"97."

"Going to consummate it right here in the dirt," the man wearing a kilt adds on. The words come out lascivious, dripping with disgusting intent.

Quite alarmingly, you start worrying about whether or not the dress will survive tonight. It seems like you would have stayed there silent forever but finally the tall man prompts.

"If I get to eighty and you're still here I'm going to cut that dress right off of you." He chuckles, "Watch you run naked in the cold."

"97." Instead of sticking around to let him affirm his threat, you bolt. Shoeless, sightless, lost.

The forest canopy is so thick that no light pierces through it. You are running. But you don't know where you're going. All that you can hear is the sound of quiet night-life and the raucous laughter of those men you are leaving behind. You don't want to know what will happen once the countdown ends.

[dadvans]

I'm just gonna burrow up under a blanket and read your's and wortwood's wedding fic and pretend everything is totally fine

THINGS TO CONSIDER WHILE WE ALL TRY TO KEEP GOING IN A POST-EPISODE 11 WORLD:

the farmhouse is drafty, built at the turn of the century and not updated much in the time since the first owners left.  there’s a pellet stove in the living room and victor and yuuri spend most evenings curled up around it, with yurio sitting on the other side of the room like a quilt burrito, wrapped up in one of the winter comforters yuuri’s mom sent from japan

victor nikiforov teaching kids aged 4 - 6 how to skate at prospect park on weekends.  sometimes yuuri comes with to help.  sometimes they catch each other’s eyes across the ice, and think, should we?  yuuri on his knees helping a kid get up, telling him he’s tough after falling down, and victor’s heart nearly beating out of his chest just thinking, we could have this every day.

the importance and seriousness and love with which yuuri and victor always say, my husband. “my husband was at the grocery store earlier, and--” “my husband loves this band” “i’m looking for a gift for my husband, but he said he wants something he can share with me” etc etc.

how warm their bed is in the morning.  victor’s always been a morning person, but yuuri makes him someone else entirely.  he just wants to wrap yuuri around him like a cardigan before he leaves the house.

cheat day in this house would be fucking epic, with yurio, yuuri and victor all just getting their favorite take out and sharing it on the coffee table while watching awful DORAMAS they can’t understand and make fake dialogue over.  

the faces that yurio and yuuri make when they realize victor bought a fucking farm and knows literally nothing about farming, he just thought it would be ROMANTIC to take care of over an acreage of land.  victor trying to raise chickens and getting horribly mauled and shit on.  yuuri making the best katsudon in the fucking world with those chicken eggs.

the small, quiet moments when they’re waiting in line for a movie, or they’re in the kitchen peeling carrots and potatoes, or they’re in bed at night and yuuri is reading something on his phone, and victor taking all of these moments to lean into yuuri, the curve of his neck and whisper, i love you i love you i love you.

(but also, i’m glad you liked wedding fic!!! it’s been a soft comfort for me to imagine these dumb losers with their shit slightly more together too, GOD, this next week is going to be rough)

[aideanweddingblog]

Cornish nights (Pt. 1)

Friday, October 16th, 2015. Charlestown, Cornwall

Upon his arrival in Cornwall for his impromptu visit, Dean didn’t have great expectations. It was Friday evening and Aidan had been working all day, so honestly what could they possibly do together? A quiet dinner, maybe a long make-out-session on the couch with trash TV as background noise, and sex, of course, the first sex in months. Maybe Aidan would be too tired so they’d just snog and postpone the shagging to the morning. Dean really didn’t care; all he wanted was to have his boyfriend back in his arms, and so he waited patiently at the station because Aidan had said he’d make sure to send someone to pick him up.

Instead of just someone, it was Aidan himself who came in the end – a little too late as usual, but in a lovely old car and with the signature grin on his face. He was dressed in a simple shirt and jeans, post-shooting clothes (Dean recognized the shirt as the same Aidan had liked to wear back during the Hobbit). Once Dean’s luggage was stowed away, the Kiwi slid into the passenger seat, only to be caught in a passionate kiss.

“Welcome to Cornwall, baby.”

~*~

Aidan would’ve liked to take Dean straight home - not because he was horny, nope, not at all – but he wasn’t sure there was food in the fridge. His own cooking skills weren’t too great, and also he was tired, but Aidan couldn’t simply let his boyfriend go hungry after a 7 hour train ride from London. And since home service wasn’t a thing around here, Aidan had booked a table at Charlestown’s local Chinese (one of the best he’d ever been to). So they were now going straight to the restaurant from here, which was kind of unfair on Dean as well, coming straight off the train and all, but…the surprise.

The time window between the end of today’s shooting and picking Dean up from the station had been marginal at best; he barely had time to jump out of his 18thcentury frock and into normal clothes. He’d definitely have been too late if he went to the house to take care of the surprise first, so he had used all his charm to bum another  huge favour off Eleanor and Heida. While Dean was busy loading his luggage into the car, Aidan discreetly texted the girls that Dean and he were leaving for the restaurant.

~*~ 

Dinner at the restaurant had been nice, the food excellent and just what he needed after a long, exhausting train ride after an even more exhausting flight over from Germany. Sure, he wouldn’t have said no to getting rid of his suitcase and a change of clothes first, but then again, they might not leave for dinner after all once they were somewhere private together. He almost fell asleep in the car on the ride back to Aidan’s place, napping away with his head leaning against the window, but the car was being stopped before he could drift away.

Aidan opened the door for him and helped him get out of the car, but as soon as he stood on the sidewalk, Aidan grinned and produced a scarf that he blindfolded the blond with.

“What’s this, Aid?” he asked curiously.

“Surprise!” Aidan cooed, grin splitting his face as if he was the one being surprised. In reality he was just excited to see Dean’s face, really. He led the blond up to the door, unlocked it (he’d found the correct key at once, yay!) and led Dean inside, carefully up the carpet-covered stairs, stopping in the bedroom door.

“We’re here. And now….”

Dean was burning with curiosity. Just what was all this about? He gripped Aidan’s hand tighter.

“Where are we? I thought you said you only had a small room here and -” He was interrupted by Aidan who shushed him, hands reaching for the scarf.

“I kinda improved, so to speak.” Aidan giggled while undoing the knot that held the scarf in place. “This is my surprise for you, because you made the effort and twisted your schedule to be able to come and see me, only because I was a whiny baby. You deserve better than my little shoe box with the paper walls back at the hotel. Voilà…”

He lifted the blindfold, excited to see his boyfriend’s reaction.

Dean was looking right into a bedroom, but one that looked like straight out of an ad for a wellness hotel. The main light was out. At least a hundred candles illuminated the room instead, carefully placed on the floor, on the bedside tables and on the bed itself. On the bed, there were rose petals as well, bathing the whole room in a heavenly scent. Instantly, Dean felt ten times more relaxed than he had in days.

“Aidan,” he breathed in astonishment, taking in the beautiful view.

Okay, the rose petals were an extra that Aidan hadn’t ordered, and maybe they were a tad too much for his taste, but Dean seemed to like them and the scent was pleasant as well, so Aidan wasn’t going to complain too much. At first, he had been worried about the candles on the bed - wobbly surface and all – until he realized they were not actual, burning candles, but fake ones with a little LED light inside. Oh, right. Heida and Eleanor had thought about absolutely everything. Women and their sense for practicality. Aidan secretly vowed to return the favour to the ladies. But right now all he could focus on was the pretty face of his boyfriend, Dean’s blond hair glowing golden in the dim light.

“Do you like it?” he asked, voice husky as the first signs of desire laced into it.

That startled a laugh out of Dean.

“Like it?! I fucking love it! Awws but you shouldn’t have, babe, what with your tight schedule and all. But I’m certainly not complaining. It’s beautiful.”

Turning, Dean threw his arms around Aidan’s neck and kissed him enthusiastically. “Thank you. You really are the best boyfriend,” he smiled against the taller man’s lips.

"That’s what I’d hope,” Aidan chuckled into the kiss, sucking lightly at Dean’s bottom lip. Oh, how he had missed that mouth! Before his cock could overrule his brain, however, Aidan pulled back. After all, his boyfriend had had a tiring train ride, and Aidan himself could do with a wash as well.

“What do you think, shall we abuse the shower? It’s one of those walk-in ones with a raindrop thingamabob. I bet it’s awesome…”

Dean hummed and nodded. “That does sound like a wonderful idea.”

He still felt a little dirty and uncomfortable after his long journey. A steaming hot shower did sound lovely indeed, especially when his boyfriend would join him.

“Who do we have to thank for all this, actually? Or did you rent the place for the weekend?”

Grinning, Aidan silenced him with a kiss. “That’s a secret. I’ll tell you, but not now, okay? But I didn’t break into the place if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

He tugged Dean along to the bathroom that was on the left side of the room. There were candles here, too, and fluffy towels had been placed on the warming racks. Ah, the girls could read minds, it seemed. Or maybe Aidan had let on just how horny and desperate he was.

“Come on, I can’t wait to get you naked.” He teased, still grinning, as he ran a hand underneath Dean’s shirt.

Shaking his head a little at Aidan’s antics, Dean obediently lifted his arms up to let the brunet take off his shirt.

“Well, at least you bought me dinner first,” he joked, returning Aidan’s big grin. Ah, how he had missed his leprechaun those past months! It really had been torture. Tugging at the fabric of Aidan’s sweater, he eyed the shower behind them.

“Wow. Now that’s what I call a shower, not that thing at the hotel in Frankfurt. It was so tiny I couldn’t even wash my hair without banging my elbows all the time.” “And I thought they had you stay at a Grand Hotel.” Aidan commented, shrugging off his top at Dean’s request and moving on to unbutton his jeans. Thank god he wasn’t still in his Poldark attire, what with those goddamn breeches and all.

“Anyway, there’s only one thing that’s gonna get banged in here, I promise.” He reached down, giving Dean’s magnificent arse a little squeeze.

Dean rolled his eyes, but not in real annoyance.

“Yeah? I’m sure my elbows will be forever grateful.”

The blond too made quick work of his trousers, then he pulled his boyfriend close, kissing the other thoroughly again. They were both out of breath within moments and when they came up for air, Dean broke away reluctantly before things could get too heated.

“C'mon, let’s get in.” He hooked a finger into Aidan’s boxers, pulling him towards the shower to regulate the temperature, feeling the other’s hands and lips roaming over his body.

Shit. This was getting too hot too fast. All those weeks of abstinence begged to find release at this very moment, when Dean was almost nude in his arms. To distract himself, Aidan started nibbling at the shorter man’s throat, murmuring as he kissed up to the top of one softly rounded ear.

“Do you really wanna shower with our undies on, huh? I was thinking of a more thorough approach…”

Laughing, Dean leaned forward to test the water, maybe a little more than strictly necessary, deliberately pushing his groin back into Aidan’s hips. He shuddered when warm lips nipped at his skin. Damn, the Kiwi didn’t remember ever being so hard in his life and they weren’t even properly touching yet!

He swallowed and shook his head, though the words he wanted to say took a moment to finally come out. His brain was clearly already stopping to work.

“Not exactly, no. Well, you could always do something about that, now, can’t you?”

“Guess I could,” the brunet nodded, lips never leaving the warm skin. “Just thought it was maybe a Kiwi thing or something.” He chuckled, sliding both hands beneath the white fabric.

Unlike Aidan, who preferred tight undergarments in mostly dark colours, Dean liked to wear loose-fitting boxers in brighter colours: white, red, blue. Not that the Irishman did mind in any way. He used to joke that nude was the colour that suited Dean best, anyway.

He sank his fingers into the taut cheeks, cupping and kneading them while kissing behind the blond’s ear for a while, before eventually sliding the garment down. He had to keep his hands from automatically reaching around to touch Dean’s erection; he knew it was there, he could feel it in the way Dean’s muscles worked and by the slight hitch of breath that caught in his throat; he simply knew the other man was just as hard as he was….

Turning Dean around by the shoulders, his voice came out hoarse when he spoke. “Get me naked, please?”

When his erection came into brief contact with the taut muscles of Aidan’s belly, Dean shivered again. Jesus, he already knew he wouldn’t last long - neither would Aidan, judging by the bulge in his briefs. Not surprising, really, if one counted how long they hadn’t touched each other…and Skype-sex didn’t cut it for Dean, not really. He was still lying in his bed at night alone, missing Aidan with a hollow feeling in his chest…

Resolutely, Dean pushed aside these uncomfortable thoughts. It didn’t matter. They were here together after all. The Kiwi made quick work of Aidan’s undies, tossing them aside. The sight of the brunet’s erection had him licking his lips, but the blond held back and instead walked under the spray of the shower, pulling Aidan along with him.

[hikari-malik-sama-archive]

"I do"

 Send me “I do” and my Muse will respond with their wedding vows yours. 

“I take you,Bakura.To be  my partner and promise to love you endlessly,

 to heal you and love you.I’m  here for you no matter what.My friend  my partner in crime and lover i’ll be forever yours and take your hand

in mine and give you all my heart to promise you i’ll be there every step of the way through bad times and through goods time when you cry and when you laugh.

I vow to never leave your side to have faith in you and to trust you  to make you  happy because you truly deserve so much happiness.