arranged wedding

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*Mr. Brightside intensifies in the background*

OKAY, but AU where Prince Lotor asks Princess Allura to marry him as a symbol of peace and as a political power move or something, plot plot plot, etc. (Cliche plot, but I love it okay. I’m a sucker.) And Allura accepts, despite not liking Lotor in the slightest. She’s doing it as an attempt to unite the universe and all that good stuff.

And obviously Shiro’s regretting letting her go ahead with this plan, because holy crap he loves her and Lotor’s a snake and blah blah blah. Boy is sick to his stomach at the thought. 

Don’t worry though. He’s going to crash the wedding with the rest of the paladins. I got you, fam. 

Bonus closeup under the cut! I’m really proud of the crown, okay. lmao. 

So when Lena was almost forced into the arranged marriage she learned that Daxem has different marriage/wedding traditions than earth so logically krypton would have different wedding traditions. And she talks to Alex and Clarke and researches traditional kryptonian marriage traditions. And then a few days before their human wedding Lena surprises Kara with traditional kryptonian style wedding. She tries to recreate everything from the ceremony to the architecture to food because she knows that little kryptonian Kara had a dream kryptonian wedding and she wants Kara to have that dream wedding.

And Kara? Kara fucking breaks down when she realizes what’s happening. Because not only does this women want to marry her but she’s loves Kara enough to marry her twice. Kara can’t believe how much she loves Lena and it confirms that Lena is not only her earth soulmate but her soulmate of all universes.

anonymous asked:

Ahhhh can I request headcannons for the dads when their kid gets married?? (Bonus for Dadsona and Amanda!!!!)

i got this bro -dad dan

Mat and Carmensita- Mat insists on having the wedding at his coffee shop, casually decorating the store with white drapes and flowers. He closes his store for a day and spends a long time baking a cake and pastries for a small buffet table. It would be a super chill and cozy wedding with acoustic music and slow dancing. During the vows, Mat gives Carmensita and her spouse matching daisy flower crowns. They aren’t the best crowns, but he did his best making them, staying up all night watching a youtube tutorial on how to braid them. He’s emotional when it’s all over. He’s happy for Carmensita- it reminds him how he felt when he got married.

Brian and Daisy- Brian goes all out because his daughter deserves only the best. They have the wedding in the backyard of his house. Brian rents lots of white chairs and tables, and asks the guests to bring home baked food for the buffet table. He builds a little gazebo for them to say their vows in and paints it white. He sat in it for a while and got really sad and emotional because his daughter is gonna say her vows in it, right where he’s sitting. When the wedding finally comes around the entire family is there, and he’s beaming as he walks her down the aisle.

Craig and Briar/Hazel/River- Craig had been a little sad since all the girls moved out for college. When Briar and Hazel got married, they decided to combine their wedding into one huge event. But when River got married, the sisters agreed to have it at the abandoned softball field they used to play at. When Craig hears this he’s estatic. He starts cleaning up the field and helping the girls with all the arrangements. During the wedding he can’t stop crying because oh god that’s his baby. Grown up. Getting married. When everyone’s gone the four of them play catch with each other (imagine the twins going into a professional softball league? yes)

Joseph and  Chris/Christie/Christian/Crish- He rents out a beach for all of his kids’ weddings. He hires a choir, a mini band, a bartender for a minibar, as well as a high-end catering service. He invites everyone in the church and the entire family. Joseph spares no expense for all four weddings- the decorations, food, and music are all the best he could get. He tries to be happy during the wedding, but he can’t- he’s worried that they’ll end up in a marriage like his and Mary’s. He hopes that- maybe, if the wedding is nice enough- they’d be happy.

Hugo and Ernest- As Ernest grew older, he grew closer with Hugo. He was the first person Ernest told when he got engaged. Early on in high school he discovered his love for animals- he went to the zoo and aquarium with Hugo a lot. They decide to plan the wedding at the aquarium. During the ceremony the guests can’t stop looking at the fish, a penguin gives birth, and someone sets off a fire alarm (Lucien, probably), but Hugo couldn’t be happier for Ernest.

Damien and Lucien- Damien thought Lucien would want a great wedding- something extravagant with a big venue and gorgeous decorations. But after talking to him about the preparations, it became apparent that Lucien had too much anxiety for a huge event like that. Instead, Damien went to the courthouse with Lucien and his spouse. They signed papers there and had a small party afterwards. Damien was excited for Lucien all the same and was still incredibly excited the entire time. 

Robert and Val- Val invites Robert up to Brooklyn for the wedding. When Robert got the invitation, he couldn’t believe it- partly because he was invited, and partly because she was engaged and he didn’t know. The surprise turned into guilt, and the guilt turned into panic. He had no idea what he was going to get her. Even though she assured him that he didn’t need to get her a gift, he found a perfect one- something he knows she’s wanted since she was a kid. At the wedding, he gives her a small Boston Terrier- and she loves it. 

Dadsona and Amanda- Dadsona was surprised when Amanda announced she was getting married. She said she didn’t want to make a big deal out of it- which reminded the Dad of the last time they had a celebration. Dadsona planned the wedding in the backyard and surprised Amanda with it, just like he did at her graduation party. Dadsona gets emotional while setting everything up- a small, cheesy wedding with a mac bar and ice cream cake. He invites all the dads in the cul de sac and their kids. Dadsona watches Amanda and her spouse sit under the cherry blossom tree, just like he did when he fell in love.

I commissioned this breathtaking piece of art from the brilliant, incredible, amazing @panda-capuccino for the fantastic Reylo fic, Mitzvah. It’s a wonderful tale where Rey is actually a lost princess who, in a twist of fate, finds out she is betrothed to none other than Kylo Ren. 

This is her stunning wedding dress <3 

Thanks so much Panda for creating this beautiful piece!

anonymous asked:

can we get a reaction from Alicia and Bob? imagine how proud are they

okay not that this matters to anyone but me, but this is the first thing I’ve written on my brand new stealth computer. 


When Alicia’s phone rings and shows Jack’s name, she’s expecting just a standard Sunday morning phone call. Her son has usually been good about that, except when he’s got a game later that day. Jack does not call his mother, or either of his parents, on game days. Jack claims it’s because they’re both busy people and aren’t always available by phone and what if he calls them before a game one time and then wins because then he’d somehow have to talk to them every time he’s got a game and if they’re in St Bart’s when he’s trying to call and they’re swimming and he can’t get a hold of them then – and at that point in the rambling explanation, Alicia usually cuts him off.

So she has no reason to suspect anything is afoot when Jack calls.

“Hey honey!” Alicia says, automatically putting the phone on speaker so she can keep typing. Her agent’s been driving her crazy with deadlines ever since Alicia turned down the idea of a ghost writer for her memoir. “You know I majored in English,” she had asked, and her agent had looked awkward, and then given her a deadline.

“Hi,” Jack says, and Alicia can hear the soft smile on his face. Something about Eric then, that dear, sweet boy.

“What’s up?” Alicia asks.

“I have some sort of big news,” Jack says, still with the smile on his face, and Alicia stops staring at her screen and starts staring at her phone instead. Soft voice. Talking about Bitty. Big news.

Oh holy shit, Alicia thinks. My son is engaged.

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Imagine that you and Loki are best friends, and despite there being no romantic feelings between you, you are arranged to get married.
On the wedding night you consummate your marriage of course, but after that you never speak about it and go on as if it never happened. After years of being married though, you realise that you are falling for him.

But, you guys, SHERLOCK MADE THE SEATING ARRANGEMENT FOR THE WEDDING.

He sat them together on purpose. So why would he want them together? It’s simple - he has found two people in his life that he cares about. They matter to him, Lestrade in a paternal way, and Molly he loves like a sibling. If he can push them together then they’ll simply date each other and he won’t have to let them force anyone new into his comfort circle of friends. Sherlock ships Lestrolly because it is convenient for him. Plus, deep down, he wants them to be happy.

Sherlock is the Lestrolly Captain.

Pass it on.

Ok but can we talk about the poor person who took Jack’s Valentine’s order???

Like obviously this was done with a lot of notice. You don’t get a sea of roses a week before Valentine’s Day, you gotta plan this shit a month in advance at least.

So imagine it, the store opened like half an hour ago, Carl the new guy, is a little sleepy still getting used to having to show up at the crack of dawn to receive deliveries, and answers the phone.

He takes the order and the customer details, and aw that’s sweet, this guy is already thinking of Valentine’s Day. That’s commitment right there.

He doesn’t think too much about it, till Lisa is putting the order into their system and she tracks him down.

“Hey Carl, I know you had the early shift and it’s your first week, so I’m going to let this one pass, but you realise you put the order as 12 dozen roses right? That’s 144 roses my friend.”

“Oh shit, yeah that doesn’t sound right,” Carl laughs because it not only doesn’t sound right, it sounds ridiculous. “He probably said 2 dozen or something like that and I fucked up, thanks for catching that.”

Carl is very relieved because that kind of fuck up would probably have been his job.

“No worries, on my first day I almost mixed two big orders and sent a funeral arrangement to a wedding!”

She tells him a few more stories before they go back to work, and then calls the customer who put the order to get the correct number of roses.

“Hello Mr. Zimmermann? I’m calling in regard to the order you placed this morning with The Green Room, I just wanted to confirm some of the details of the order before putting it on the system?”

Lisa reads back the address, the time and date, name of the person who would receive the flowers and then hesitates for just a moment.

“The order says 12 dozen roses, which would make it 144 roses, but I’m sure that’s a mix up,” she says hoping the guy has a sense of humour and won’t make it into a thing.

“Yeah it must be, I didn’t order 144,” Mr. Zimmermann says with a steady voice, so he isn’t laughing but he prolly won’t be an asshole about it, “I ordered 150.”

“Pardon me?” Lisa asked wondering if this was the start of a bad joke or if indeed this was a prank order, she sceptically asks again, “so you want 150 roses to be delivered before 7am on Valentine’s Day?”

“Yes,” the guy replies still sounding serious.

“Right,” definitely a prank, “as it is a big order, we won’t be able to process it until we first take payment.”

“That’s fine, do you need my credit card details again?”

Lisa plays along, she confirms the credit card details and she hangs up wishing the ‘costumer’ a good day.

She then calls the manager and explains the situation, because she isn’t going to be the fool who puts that order in without clearing it with her boss.

“Oh,” her boss says when she looks at the name in the order, “go ahead and place it, but first call our distributor to make sure they can put the 150 roses on top of our Valentine’s order and then get a delivery slot booked now. If the costumer calls again or we need to talk to them let me know and I’ll deal with it.”

Lisa waits until she’s on her way home to google Jack Zimmermann which she feels shows a lot of restraint on her part.

“Damn,” she whispers when she gets a look at those gorgeous cheek bones. “What a lucky bitch,” she adds with respect.

She wonders if it would be creepy to try and google Larissa Duan, just out of curiosity but then decides that yeah it probably would be and let’s the matter drop.

(Later Jack will realise this is where the rumours about him dating Lardo start…)

archercrow  asked:

Do you have any recommendations were Stiles and Peter get married?

I do! Here’s a bunch - there’s arranged marriage, fake marriage, getting married, and married life.


I’ll Meet You Here by predictaslash

But Stiles can’t really savor it as much as he would like mostly because his heart feels like it might start hurting soon. “Oh. OH. You were joking. Me, too, heh. What a jokester I am.”

AKA, An Entirely Too Decent Proposal

stone/sponge by 1001cranes

Peter has a taste for the all-consuming; he doesn’t find it at all strange to be in the minor percentage of werewolves who have mates.

A welcome arrow by 1001cranes

The wedding is small and grim, because Stiles is being carted off to parts unknown, married to a thirty-something year old dude who wants to marry a seventeen year old dude - totally not creepy at all.

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I Think I Love You (Arranged Marriage AU)

AU #1 (Order on this list)
Ft.Jun

I want to be able to do an AU for every group I’m doing (currently Seventeen, BTS, and probably EXO) So suggest members, or ~*like*~ so I can continue (and maybe do a part 2 of this AU!)

  • So your parents died when you were little so you’ve been in custody of ur rich uncle

  • And then uncle’s best friend is Jun’s dad so they’re both like “Let’s share this money, but even after we die our family should have it”

  • So you’re set up to marry Jun, so both families will have the money

  • You convince uncle to at least let you have the wedding in Korea to see the sights

  • Thank god you know basic Korean

  • Goes to Korea and meets Jun at a coffee shop for the first time

  • And you both spill that you don’t want to get married

  • You’re like “oH THANK GOD LET’S CRASH OUR OWN WEDDING”

  • And Jun’s just “OH THANK GOSH YOU DON’T WANT THIS EITHER YES PLS LET’S”
  • And so you both secretly plot with the help of some other members to call off your own wedding

  • And then bonding bc Fluff reasons for example

  • Maybe you two need to get to the church to *sabotage* so you go there but get caught by some relatives

  • So you two pretend to check on the progress cough seriously

  • And then at one point relatives followed you out of the church so you have to pretend you’re on a date

  • Kisses Jun’s cheek as a cover but he gets really embarrassed

  • You and Jun actually starting to love each other bc of your crazy adventures trying to stop your wedding

  • One time you tried to steal/lose your dress

  • Nomi, your dress designer, gets really sad and starts crying so you and Jun promise you’ll get it back

  • Cough you hid it somewhere in this huge church

  • Trying to find it bc someone actually stole it

  • Jun and you see someone speeding away in a car and Jun thankfully knows how to drive a motorcycle lying around

  • Barely knows cough

  • You’re hugging Jun bc duh motorcycle safety and he saves you when the car tries to ram you both into the side of a building

  • You get the dress back and turns out the people in the car were SVT members so GOD FREAKING DAMMIT WE’RE ACTUALLY GOING AGAINST OUR OWN PLAN

  • So dang it the plan fails and you still have to get married

  • Last minute Plan H is to say “I don’t" and run away from the altar

  • So you’re there at the altar

  • You and Jun look freaking stunning (self luv everyone)

  • When you’re holding hands Jun just silently cusses and-

  • “You know what let’s just get married”

  • “whAT”

  • “Yeah. Let’s do this!”

  • So you and Jun are just smiling at each other like huge dorks and you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing

  • And so you said “I do” and Jun’s about to say the same until your uncle and his dad interrupt

  • “We realized how we’re pressuring for our kids to do something they never wanted to do in the first place-”

  • “THANK JISOOS JUN LET’S LEAVE”

  • So u both rush out of the church, leaving everyone there, jaws dropping, and throw the bouquet in the middle of the floor

  • Timeskip to after you change out of that poofy dress

  • You run away where you just party with Seventeen

  • And then in the end, shouting over loud music (probably Bang Bang Bang tbh):

  • “HEY JUN!”

  • “YEAH?”

“I THINK I LOVE YOU”

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[image description: a collage of the books listed below with the text “Lesbian & Bi Books New In June!”] 

Motor Crush Volume 1 by Brendon Fletcher, Cameron Stewart, and Babs Tarr (Comics)

The team behind the critically-acclaimed revamp of Batgirl returns with an exciting sci-fi action-adventure series! By day, Domino Swift competes for fame & fortune in a worldwide motorcycle racing league. By night, she cracks heads of rival gangs in brutal bike wars to gain possession of a rare, valuable contraband: an engine-boosting “machine narcotic” known as Crush.

Cottonmouths by Kelly J. Ford (Fiction)

From a compelling new voice in LGBTQ and Southern fiction, a gripping tale of crime and desire amid small-town America’s meth epidemic.

This was Drear’s Bluff. Nothing bad happened here. People didn’t disappear.

College was supposed to be an escape for Emily Skinner. But after failing out of school, she’s left with no choice but to return to her small Arkansas hometown, a place run on gossip and good Christian values.

She’s not alone. Emily’s former best friend—and childhood crush—Jody Monroe is back with a baby. Emily can’t resist the opportunity to reconnect, despite the uncomfortable way things ended between them and her mom’s disapproval of their friendship. When Emily stumbles upon a meth lab on Jody’s property, she realizes just how far they’ve both fallen.

Emily intends to keep her distance from Jody, but when she’s kicked out of her house with no money and nowhere to go, a paying job as Jody’s live-in babysitter is hard to pass up. As they grow closer, Emily glimpses a future for the first time since coming home. She dismisses her worries; after all, Jody is a single mom. The meth lab is a means to an end. And besides, for Emily, Jody is the real drug.

But when Jody’s business partner goes missing, and the lies begin to pile up, Emily will learn just how far Jody is willing to go to save her own skin—and how much Emily herself has risked for the love of someone who may never truly love her back.

Echoing the work of authors like Daniel Woodrell and Sarah Waters, Cottonmouths is an unflinching story about the ways in which the past pulls us back … despite our best efforts to leave it behind.

Marriage of a Thousand Lies by SJ Sindu (Fiction)

​A necessary and exciting addition to both the Sri Lankan-American and LGBTQ canons, SJ Sindu’s debut novel Marriage of a Thousand Lies offers a moving and sharply rendered​ exploration of friendship, family, love, and loss.

Lucky and her husband, Krishna, are gay. They present an illusion of marital bliss to their conservative Sri Lankan–American families, while each dates on the side. It’s not ideal, but for Lucky, it seems to be working. She goes out dancing, she drinks a bit, she makes ends meet by doing digital art on commission. But when Lucky’s grandmother has a nasty fall, Lucky returns to her childhood home and unexpectedly reconnects with her former best friend and first lover, Nisha, who is preparing for her own arranged wedding with a man she’s never met.

As the connection between the two women is rekindled, Lucky tries to save Nisha from entering a marriage based on a lie. But does Nisha really want to be saved? And after a decade’s worth of lying, can Lucky break free of her own circumstances and build a new life? Is she willing to walk away from all that she values about her parents and community to live in a new truth? As Lucky—an outsider no matter what choices she makes—is pushed to the breaking point, Marriage of a Thousand Lies offers a vivid exploration of a life lived at a complex intersection of race, sexuality, and nationality. The result is a profoundly American debut novel shot through with humor and loss, a story of love, family, and the truths that define us all.

Grrrls on the Side by Carrie Pack (Young Adult)

The year is 1994, and alternative is in. But not for alternative girl Tabitha Denton; she hates her life. She is uninterested in boys, lonely, and sidelined by former friends at her suburban high school. When she picks up a zine at a punk concert, she finds an escape—an advertisement for a Riot Grrrl meetup.

At the meeting, Tabitha finds girls who are more like her and a place to belong. But just as Tabitha is settling in with her new friends and beginning to think she understands herself, eighteen-year-old Jackie Hardwick walks into a meeting and changes her world forever. The out-and-proud Jackie is unlike anyone Tabitha has ever known. As her feelings for Jackie grow, Tabitha begins to learn more about herself and the racial injustices of the punk scene, but to be with Jackie, she must also come to grips with her own privilege and stand up for what’s right.

Hunger by Roxane Gay (Memoir)

With the bracing candor, vulnerability, and authority that have made her one of the most admired voices of her generation, Roxane explores what it means to be overweight in a time when the bigger you are, the less you are seen. Hunger is a deeply personal memoir from one of our finest writers, and tells a story that hasn’t yet been told but needs to be.

My Lesbian Experience With Loneliness by Kabi Nagata (Comics)

The Practitioner by Ronica Black (Romance)

Canvas for Love by Charlotte Greene (Romance)

The Story of Lizzy and Darcy: A ‘Pride and Prejudice’ Adaptation by Grace Watson (Romance)

Where Love Leads by Erin McKenzie (Romance)

Huntress by A.E. Radley (Romance)

Chapter 6: How could I have done this to my soulmate? // Shawn Mendes

Prologue: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165826891058/6-minutes-left-prologue-shawn-mendes

Chapter 1: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165861136790/chapter-1-youre-going-to-wish-wed-never-been

Chapter 2: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166035402061/chapter-2-why-did-you-come-here-shawn-mendes

Chapter 3: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166104883601/chapter-3-ill-take-my-chances-shawn-mendes

Chapter 4: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166172386006/chapter-4-i-want-you-to-want-me-because-im-me

Chapter 5: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166248497496/chapter-5-were-a-perfect-match-shawn-mendes

Author’s note: HERES THE LONG AWAITED CHAPTER 6! There wont be an update for a while as it was quite a long chapter. Shawn’s background is explained a lot here and I hope you guys like it :) 

Recap: “Got it.” He rolls his eyes, allowing me to push his towards the door.

I pause, watching his features turn into a small smile as I reach to close the door, I meet his gaze one last time.

“I’ll show you Shawn. We’re a perfect match.”


My soulmate was good at many things. One of them was looking ruggedly handsome in an all-black suit. The other was sneaking into my room when I least expect it. 

There he was, 5 minutes to 10:00 am, just like I told him, head to toe in the finest suit he owned. 

“You clean up nicely.” I smile warmly at him and he glares at me, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“I look like an arrogant ass.” He mumbles, taking a seat on the edge of my bed as I grab some earrings off my dresser.

“Aren’t you always?” I tease, allowing him to complain.

“Very funny.” He scorns me, tugging at his collar again.

“I think you’re really going to enjoy what we’re doing today.” I grin at him and he blanches, a thin sheen of sweat might even be visible on his forehead if you look close enough. “Did you bring your car?”

He gives me a strange look. “Yeah I parked around the back.”

“Lets go then.” I grab my purse off my bed and open my patio door, waiting for him to lead me to his car- a black chevrolet Camaro. It was one of the oldest model’s I’d ever seen but looked surprisingly well kept.

“Bet you’re not used to roughing it out in an old piece of metal like this?” Shawn humour’s, unlocking the car.

“Actually my Grandpa likes to collect old cars, he has around maybe 5 of these but they’re all in different colours.” I try not to laugh too loud at the shocked and mildly annoyed look upon Shawn’s face. I buckle in and Shawn turns on the ignition, pulling onto the road.

“So where are we going?” He breaks the silence.

“Park out front the Dee Gardens and then we’re on foot from there.”

“You made me wear a suit to go to the park?” he asks, looking at me like I had asked him to do the most ridiculous thing.

“Maybe.” I giggle, winding the window down to allow the cool spring breeze into the car. The sun was beating down through the windows and I already knew it was going to be a good day. Perfect for a wedding.

“Okay, there, park there.” The Dee Gardens were a short 5 minute drive from our house and as soon as I saw a free parking space, we took it.

The gravel crunches under my heels as I get out, shutting the door and walking over to the grass. Excitement bubbles in my stomach and I feel a shoulder brush mine, turning to see Shawn standing right beside me.

“Lets go.” I grab his hand, entwining my fingers with his.

“Is this really necessary?” He holds our joined hands up as he falls into step with me and I raise an eyebrow.

“4 weeks, remember?”

He sighs, the sound drawing my attention to the faint hum of voices. We round the corner and ahead is a small clearing, surrounded by tall red woods. There’s maybe 40 chairs either side, an aisle running through the middle. At the end there’s a stand with a small archway made of flowers that have been threaded through the wire. Fairy lights were strung around the trunk of the trees, light green ribbon bows stuck on the back of nearly every chair. It looked beautiful.

I eye the nervous groom standing under the arch, talking to his groomsmen. He looked like he was going to be sick.

“We’re late.” I don’t give Shawn a chance to speak as I rush to our seats, two spares at the back as we weren’t on time. We sit down and I notice Shawn’s gaping expression, his eyes wide.

“You took me to a fucking wedding?” He hisses in my ear, and I elbow him in the stomach to stop his complaining.

“Shut up, Becky is about to walk down the aisle.” I snap back, rising with the rest of the family. I look down to see Shawn still sitting there and I grab his collar, tugging him up so he’s standing next to me.

A flower girl begins her descent down the aisle and I try to ignore seeing Shawn pinching the bridge of his nose out of the corner of my eye. Bridesmaids wearing beautiful jade dresses come next, their hair up in elaborate braided buns.

Then came the bride. Becky looked stunning, her white dress was studded with tiny diamonds and when they caught the light, they shined. The silk hugged her figure and fell away into a train.

“You sneaky little thing.” I hear Shawn whisper in my ear, we were lucky to be at the back where no one could hear us and anyone who could was more preoccupied with the bride.

“Excuse you?” I don’t tear my eyes away from my cousin, her dress was causing me serious envy.

“You take me to a wedding, get me all loved up and then you’re going to strike. You’ve probably arranged our wedding, haven’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I smile innocently at him and he huffs, falling silent as the ceremony begins.

I didn’t stop smiling.


As soon as the ceremony had finished, Shawn dragged me away before anyone had noticed we were there. In silence, we trek back to his car.

“You know we have to go to the reception right?”

“You do. I don’t.” He laughs at my disgruntled expression. The car comes into sight and we head towards it.

“But what if I get approached?” I ask him, giving him my daintiest smile.

“Approached? By who, your Grandpa?” Shawn snorts and unlocks the car.

“No.” I drag the sound out. “By an eligible bachelor who seeks my hand in marriage.”

I feel shocked at the sound of Shawn laughing, his head tilted back and eyes crinkled.

“Sorry princess but the government would never let you get married while your soulmate is living and breathing just across town from you.” The engine rumbles, and Shawn changes the gear into reverse.

“Then why don’t you come along just to make sure that it doesn’t happen.” I rest my hand on his forearm softly. He looks over at me quickly before sighing.

“You’re going to black mail me if I don’t say yes aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

Three seconds of silence. He gives in.

“Where am I driving to?”


The reception was located in a pretty fancy restaurant and had a similar decorative touch to the wedding. There were already so many people here and I feel Shawn’s front press into my back so he doesn’t loose me in the crowded room. Leading the way I take him to our seats. My Mother looks up at the sound of chairs scraping against the wood flooring. Her mouth falls open.

“Who’s this Sweetie?” She prod’s, smiling at Shawn whose head whips to face me, disbelief clouding his eyes. We stay standing.

“Mum this is Shawn, Shawn this is… my Mother.” I watch as Shawn’s eyebrows raise, biting his lip to stop himself from saying something offensive to me in front of my mother.

“Nice to meet you Mam.” Shawn says formally, offering his hand for my Mother to shake.

“Likewise.” She shakes it, turning to face me.

“Shawn is my boyfriend.” I quickly tell her, yet my Mum’s face forms an expression of curiosity.

“I thought you were only going to date your soulmate Y/n.” Shawn audibly gulps. His arm snakes around my waist, pulling me into his side.

“We both have many years on our timer’s. We like each other so we thought why not get to know each other.” He tells my Mother, a frown etched onto his face. A relationship during the youthful years with someone who wasn’t your soulmate wasn’t illegal, although it was frowned upon by many people.

“Oh.” My Mother gasps while my mouth opens and closes, no words forming.

“You just lied to my Mother.” I whisper in his ear, Mum still staring at us.

“Would you rather me tell her we’re soulmates?” He rebuts, pulling out my seat and letting me sit down.

“She could easily check my arm and see my timer has gone.” My eyes flick to my sleeve covered arm, right where my timer would have been if it was still ticking.

“Then you will just have to cross that bridge when you come to it.” He frowns at me, resting a hand on my knee under the table. “Now I believe we are at a wedding and you wanted us to act like soulmates, care to dance?”

Somehow, from the time we got here and when we sat down, music had begun to play, a soft beat filling the room.

“I can’t believe you told her.” I mumble to him as he pulls me to the centre of the room where other dancing couples were located.

“I’m just trying to be what you expect me to be. You only have four weeks of this treatment so enjoy it while it lasts.” Shawn snaps and my face flushes in anger.

“I don’t expect you to be an ass Shawn, I don’t know what you want from this ‘trial’.” He rests a hand on my waist and the other holds my left hand.

“Most soulmates act irrationally, right? So that’s what I’m trying to do.” There’s a hint of sarcasm and I ignore it.

“When I asked you to give me a chance I didn’t mean change your entire personality.” I mutter, letting him sway us to the beat.

“I don’t do relationships Y/n, I’m sorry that I said the wrong thing to your Mum. Next time I just won’t say anything” He growls at me and I fall silent.

The music was classical; the instruments filling the dining hall, giving the atmosphere an old fashion feel.

“If you weren’t a member of the libertas would you still have treated me the same?” I ask him softly, meeting his hazel eyes.

“Even if I wasn’t I still have the same belief in soulmates Y/n.” He tells me, his eyes scanning my face.

“If soulmate’s didn’t exist would you want me?” I hold my breath, the question out in the open air.

“If you weren’t my soulmate I think I would have actually wanted to be with you- out of my own choice.” He lets my arm falls and I can’t speak, can’t move. I’m lost in the depth of his eyes. Even after everything he has said to me I want to pull him closer to me, into my embrace.

“Why tell me that? Why not just be with me because you like me?” He lets me rest a hand on his chest, right over his heart and the steady thump has me feeling giddy.

“All my life I’ve told myself that I’m not going to let the soulmate program dictate my life like it did for my Mum.” He whispers softly and we’re dancing again, his left hand glued to my right and his other hand on my waist. We’re chest to chest as we sway to the soft beat from the band.

“What happened with your Mum, Shawn?” I ask boldly, knowing he would either answer me or retreat away from me.

He takes a deep breath. “She was abused… by her soulmate, my Dad.” I let him talk, feeling a weight settle in my stomach. No one ever deserves to be treated the way I can only imagine Shawn’s Mum would have been treated. 

“The one person the Government told her that was supposed to treasure her and take care of her was the one that haunted her nightmares and caused black and blue bruises to appear on her skin.” Shawn looks angry now, his hand tightening its grip on my own hand.

“What did she do?” My face is so close to his that I can see the faint flecks of gold in his hazel eyes.

“She put in a request form to the Government to leave her soulmate, so she could find someone else.” In society, when a person’s match dies, we can request to form a relationship with another single match. 

“But because my Dad was still alive they forced her to stay with him.” He snarls, his frustration rolling off him. “She couldn’t find happiness with another person because they told her that she could only be happy with him. They partnered my Mother with a monster.”

He twirls me, my dress fanning out and I crash back into his chest ungracefully. Shawn doesn’t seem to care.

“I joined the libertas when my mother couldn’t take the violence any more and committed suicide.” He’s calm again. A sadness welling in his eyes. “I was only 13 and my Dad was the one who found her. He didn’t care that he did that to her. He just packed up his things and left.”

“Shawn.” I try to comfort him but I don’t think there was any measure of comfort I could offer considering what he’d been through. “I vowed that night when both my parents left me that I would never let my life be controlled by the Government the way my Mother’s life had been. Its been 8 years since then and not once have I ever broken that vow. Not until I met you.” His eyes hold my gaze and I feel a heat creep up over my cheeks.

“And that’s why you don’t want a soulmate.” I finish for him and he his hand moves further up my back so his palm is splayed firmly between my shoulder blades. 

“That’s not all.” He mutters and I feel a chill creep up my spine. “I’m my father’s son, Y/n.” 

“That doesn’t mean-”

“If I gave into this soulmate thing, gave into you,” He pauses to let his words settle and I feel my heart flutter at them. “Whose to say that I won’t turn into what my father was. Hurt my own soulmate who I was meant to look out for and take care of.”

“You’re not your father Shawn.” I tell him and he lets my hands go to cup his cheeks, stopping our dancing. “You’re not going to hurt me.”

“I already have.” He bites his lip and I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. “When we first met at your school, Jeremy wanted me to take care of the witnesses, I said I would. You were one of them and I hurt you.”

“I don’t remember..?” I trail off, confused with where this was going. I remember having a lump on my head but I thought it was because I had fallen during the attack.

“I smashed your head against the wall and you blacked out.” He spits out and I feel a sick feeling rise in my belly.

“Shawn.” He can tell that I’m beginning to feel the effects of fear, fear of him.

“I watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you passed out in my arms.” He’s put up his walls again. The shields that stop me from getting close. “And when I picked you up I remember how light and fragile you felt. I thought, how could I have done this to my soulmate?” He laughs, the sound harsh against my ears.

“You were just following what Jeremy said-” I try to excuse his actions but Shawn isn’t having it.

“There is no excuse for what I did. I hurt you before I even got to know you and I never want to put you in a situation like that again. If we’re together, you’re only going to be in danger.”

“I can handle it.” I beg him, pulling him to me as he tries to get out of my grip.

“There’s so many people who could hurt you for being with someone like me. It could be the libertas, Jeremy, the Government or what about your soulmate, huh? I could just as easily break you.” His words are sharp yet I don’t let them cut me.

“I trust you Shawn!” I say desperately and he stops struggling against my hold, stops talking, just stares at me. I wrap my arms back around him, over his shoulders and winding my fingers through his hair. Gripping the back of his head I push him forward until his lips touch mine.

I couldn’t breathe. His lips pressed feverishly onto mine and within a second he’s kissing me back. He leans closer to me and his hands are everywhere. On my hips, sliding up and over onto my back, the heat of his fingertips alighting a fire on my skin that made me dizzy.

He doesn’t part from me, instead kisses me harder, sending tremors along every nerve and evoking feelings I had tried to hide from him. I knew it now though. My arrogant, wilful soulmate had stolen a part of my heart, and I didn’t know if I would get it back.

Originally posted by kdrauhl

All I know is next season when Iris snatches Barry out of the Speedforce we better not have to go through this shit again. I mean…DAMN. They have started and stopped Westallen so many times I’ve lost count. It’s somebody else’s turn now. The most stressful thing Barry and Iris need to deal with in regards to their relationship next season is the seating arrangements at their wedding.