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the-void-writes · 2 years ago

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"Remember me" Ruhi and her sister 🥹

Thank you so much for all the fun prompts love! 💖 I know this one was a typo, but you gave me such an amazing idea that I had to write it out, so I hope that’s okay!

Context: Viraj was Ruhi’s arranged husband, but they were both in love with someone else. The day of the wedding, they confessed their love to their childhood friend Avir, but Avir was only in love with Viraj and convinced him to run away. Ruhi’s mother tried to marry her off again immediately, and Ruhi was so distraught that she ran away and accidentally fell into Paradise. Years after recovering from the heartbreak, she finally asks King Gazali to let her see her friends, but she only finds Viraj, dying from illness in a hospital.

The Birth of Paradise - Remembrance

Ruhi couldn't recognize her old friend. Time had worn Viraj’s strong and glowing face down to a dull, wrinkled slab. She half-expected Avir to be sitting beside him, also afflicted by the passing years, but Viraj was all alone in the room. No family, no friends, not even a neighboring patient in the bed next to his own. It was just him and Ruhi.

The view from the window brought a tear to Ruhi’s eye: her town had changed so much. Their old park, where she and Viraj and Avir spent most of their younger years, was completely gone. It was nothing more than a big square of dirt in the moonlight.

Ruhi took a deep breath and approached Viraj. Her gentle hand on his arm roused him from his sleep.

“It’s too early for medication.”

His soft voice broke her heart. When they were due to be married, his voice could have shaken the sea. Now, it was a wisp of wind rushing by on a late afternoon. Ruhi composed herself, knowing that Gazali’s magic wouldn’t last very long. She wanted whatever time she could get from Viraj.

“It’s been a long time,” she said, “and the years have been unkind to you, but I hope somewhere in your mind, you remember me.”

Viraj finally focused on her face, studied her features… and began to cry. His shaky hand came up to her cheek.

“Ruhi,” he whispered, and she cried right beside him.

“Yes, I’m here.”

She pressed her head against his, waiting patiently as he found his words.

“You haven’t aged a day.”

She chuckled. “I know.”

“Ruhi—” he coughed. “Am I dead?”

“No, dear. You’re very much alive.”

“But you’re here. They told us you jumped.”

Ruhi screwed her eyes shut. “They were going to arrange another marriage. I felt hopeless without you and Avir. I’m so sorry, Viraj—”

He coughed again, harder and longer. “No, Ruhi. It wasn’t your fault. We never should have left.”

“Please, don’t blame yourself.”

“I wanted to go back for you. Avir just wanted to run, and— I let him convince me to leave. The next day, we heard you were gone.” Viraj stared out the window at the moon. “Thirty-five years, I’ve had to live with what we did.”

Ruhi hushed him and held his head to her shoulder. He clasped her hand, still mumbling to himself about Avir. His warbled breathing broke her heart.

“Please,” she said, “tell me about your life. What have you seen?”

“Nothing compared to your life, I’m sure.”

“Tell me anyway, please.”

Viraj looked up at her. “We went to France.”

“You did? How was it?”

“Just as beautiful as I imagined. Avir tried to sell his work there, but it never took off.”

Ruhi brushed his brittle gray hair. “So you moved back home?”

“I did… but Avir went to America to sell his art.” He closed his eyes. “He called me his muse, long ago. I must have stopped inspiring him. They let me attend the funeral, at least.”

That explained why Avir was nowhere to be seen. Their love hadn’t lasted, and if Ruhi had still lived on the Mainland, she may have felt even worse about being left that day under the mandap. Now, seeing what Viraj’s life had become compared to hers, she couldn’t help but feel she had dodged a bullet.

“I never did marry,” Viraj said. “Not that I could have, anyway. My reputation crumbled when I left you.”

“Viraj…” Ruhi held him tighter. “I wish I could have brought you with me.”

“Where did you go?”

“You’ll think I’m crazy.”

“You’re not crazy, Ruhi. You were always the smart one.”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

“So where were you?”

“The water took me somewhere far away. I wasn’t entirely appreciative of it, at first, but I’ve come to love it. The people are kind, and you can live your dreams without ridicule.”

Ruhi smiled as she thought about Paradise, of her friends, her life— and her wonderful, beautiful, talented roommate.

“I think I’ve found love.”

Viraj’s eyes brightened up at the sound of her voice. “You have?”

“Her name is Cecilia, she’s a dancer. The most amazing and beautiful dancer I’ve ever seen.”

“A dancer…”

His voice sounded weaker than before. Ruhi tightened her grip on his hand, as though it would keep him with her.

“So please don’t blame yourself, Viraj. I think I’m finally happy.”

“Happy…”

She nodded. “Yes, I’m happy.”

“That’s… wonderful.”

He leaned back against his bed. The noises of the monitor were starting to slow down, to Ruhi’s dismay. She wouldn’t leave him until he was truly gone. He needed her, now more than ever before.

“Viraj, were you ever happy?”

A smile spread across his wrinkled face. “I’m happy now, Ruhi.”

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Ruhi dried her eyes as she returned to Gazali’s Sanctuary. The purple, star-covered sky shimmered through the window, and Ruhi had never felt more at home. She opened the doors and stepped into the pavilion, where Gazali and the others were waiting. The king smiled at her gently.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, sir. Thank you.”

“Of course. I hope you found what you were looking for.”

Ruhi searched through the crowd until she found Cecilia. Her dark skin glowed in the starlight, and her messy curls were more beautiful than ever.

“I did, your majesty.”

She walked over, stood on her toes, and kissed Cecilia until she couldn’t stand upright anymore. Her lips were so soft, like petals in spring. She held Ruhi closer so she wouldn’t stumble and fall away too early. When they finally parted, Ruhi combed her hand through Cecilia’s hair.

“I couldn’t be any happier than I am with you.”

Cecilia giggled and wiped away a tear. “Neither could I, Rue.”

Ruhi kissed her again, not even caring that their friends were watching and grinning at them. Back home, she had been convinced that her life was over. Now, she had a long and happy life to look forward to, with someone that she could confidently say that she loved more than anything in the world.

#writeblr #ask games #wip: the birth of paradise

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thot-writes · 4 years ago

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OMG HI LILLY HOW R U I LOVE UR CONTENT SM MWUAHHH🥰🥰

I was wondering if I could request a house husband levi fic?👁 I just crave some fluff w this man and Ik he’d def be the best house husband 😩🥰🥰🥰

OMG HI QUEEN IM ACKSHUALLY NOT DOING TOO WELL BUT THIS MESSAGE MADE ME FEEL BETTER SO THANK U 💕💕💖💖🥺 OF COURSE I CAN WRITE HOUSEHUSBAND LEVI FOR U!!! i actually went a little buckwild .... i was possessed by a domestic cottagecore demon im sorry...

also in this levi is injured but he doesn’t need a wheelchair.

you and levi live a cottagecore dream after the war 💕;

When the war with Marley ended and the cycle of Titans was finally brought to a close, Levi was only too happy to hang up his uniform and marry you.

You’d been together for years at that point, but with one problem often being replaced with another twice it’s size, you vowed to get married in happier days. Once those days came, you wasted no time.

The ceremony was held on a bright spring day, absolutely festooned with florals and far more grandiose than anyone would have expected of the former Captain (really, he was catering to you). Levi shed a tear when he saw you, scarcely able to believe the day he’d been wishing for had finally come. You bore no such subtlety, you broke down in tears and blabbered on about how beautiful he was and how much you loved him. It was entirely too embarrassing, but his joy was immeasurable.

Soon after, you said your goodbyes to everyone and left Paradis for a faraway country. You settled in an idyllic little town and bought a cottage, and Levi chose to maintain the home while you searched for work. It didn’t take long before you found some as a guard — and your combat expertise only aided your quick climb to guard-captain. It was a cushy job close to home, far less dangerous than the Scouts, and earned you a pretty sum to boot, what else was there to wish for?

Despite it nearing close to five years since you left Paradis, Levi has only managed to look younger than when you first met, annoyingly enough. Perhaps it was the presence of a decent sleeping schedule, or the lack of threats from Titans. Hell, the only thing you had to fear these days was your favourite tea brand discontinuing or the occasional burglar. And of course the night terrors... but you always managed to get each other through that. You even got pets -- perish the thought! A slovenly, overly active but loveable mutt and an elegantly antisocial cat. Levi often said you took after the dog, and you’d retort by saying he was like the cat.

Your days passed in peace. Levi spent his time cleaning the house, caring for the garden, walking the dog, and drinking tea while perusing a new novel with the cat curled up in his lap. You’d be hard at work day in and day out, leaving at six in the morning and returning at five in the evening, and your ever-faithful husband would have a warm meal waiting for you when you returned.

You trod down the lichened cobblestone pathway towards the warm, welcoming home before you. It’s fall, so the sun has started setting earlier than usual, bathing the cottage in golden light as the breeze carries fallen leaves of merigold and spice through the air. Your Labrador retriever, Archie, jumps up from his sleeping position and runs over to greet you. You smile and tousle the dark brown fur on his head.

You open the door and are greeted with the rich scent of roast meat and vegetables. “Dear sweet husband, your beloved wife has returned!” you call out. Levi emerges from the kitchen with a tea towel in his hand and a deadpan look.

“Do you seriously have to greet me like that every time you come home?” he asks.

“Yes!” you answer, not skipping a beat. “I’m waiting for the day you greet me with ‘welcome home, my love! What do you want first; dinner, a bath, or me?’”

He tosses the towel at your face and you yelp in surprise. “Like I’d do that. We’re not newlyweds anymore.”

You pout childishly at him. “You didn’t do it even when we were newlyweds...”

“You’re supposed to be forty, aren’t you?”

“Forty-one, thank you, but you’d never know it. People keep thinking I’m way younger at work! I tell you, our kids are going to age even better than we have with our genes combined.”

Ah yes, kids. You’ve talked about having them for some time, although you haven’t tried to conceive yet. Well, not that you haven’t tried not conceiving either... you never use protection anymore.

So it should come as no surprise that you’ve fallen pregnant. In fact, the surprise lies with the fact it hasn’t happened sooner. Levi doesn’t know, since you only just found out yourself. You haven’t had any of the usual symptoms, but today at a doctor’s appointment he informed you that you’re indeed with child.

Levi rolls his eyes as he takes your coat off and hangs it up. “If our brats are anything like you I’ll probably die early,” he says casually. “Anyway, dinner’s ready, let’s eat so you can have a bath already. You stink.”

You grin and wrap your arms around him. “Oh nooo, now you stink too! We’re gonna have to bathe together oh man I’m so upset!”

He wriggles in your grasp but his efforts falter when you start kissing him all over. Once he manages to push you off you sit at the table and eat dinner together. You secretly feed some meat to the dog, but Levi notices and cusses you out -- he’s already been fed, he’s going to get fat he tells you.

Once the food has been put away and the dishes cleaned, Levi runs a bath for you. You pester him to join you and he reluctantly gives in. You lean against the porcelain tub and he sits between your legs, his back to your chest and your arms cradling him close. It’s so soothing he could fall asleep, but he wants to spend more time with you so he wills the urge away.

You tell him about your day. How you stopped a caravan robbery, how your boss hassled you, how you trained the recruits. He tells you about his in turn, and you listen intently. When out for a walk, Archie chased a rabbit and led Levi down a path he didn’t know and got him lost. The cat knocked over one of Levi’s favourite teapots and broke it. In the book he’s reading, the protagonist commits murder for no discernable reason (which caused him to promptly throw the book into the fireplace).

After you finish talking and lamenting about your days, you decide to bring up the news you’d learned just hours earlier... But how should you? Is it enough to just say ‘by the way, I’m pregnant’? Should you wait and plan a day around it?

You shake those thoughts off and take a deep breath. “I actually... went to the doctor’s today.”

Levi looks back at you. “And?”

“Well. He told me something.”

He scowls. “I imagine he tells lots of people somethings.”

You lock your gaze with his and cup a hand to his scarred cheek. “He said that I’m pregnant.”

His eyes widen as the world around him goes blurry. Pregnant? You? Children? Finally? He can’t believe it. Is it even possible to be this happy? Is he dead? Everything just seems so... perfect. He thought he was far too happy before, but the feeling he has now blows that out of the water.

He can’t even tell, he’s too far in his own mind, but tears start flowing down his cheeks. His hand finds your stomach and it’s like he can’t breathe. There’s a life forming in there right now, a life that you and he made, something that will cry and laugh and love just like you have. Something that will be here even after you’re gone.

You start feeling anxious at his wordlessness. You wipe his tears away and call his name, and he seems to snap back into reality.

Levi can think of no other words to say than, “We’re going to need a bigger house.”

You smile at him, and he smiles back -- a rare thing for him to do even these days. Habit, you suppose. You kiss and hold each other until the steamy water turns lukewarm.

Against Levi’s wishes, you work until the very last minute of your pregnancy and give birth to a set of twins in the spring. Both boys.

Initially, Levi thought he was too old for child-rearing, but his energy only seemed to double once you welcomed your children into the world. You took a few months off of work to spend with your family, but once you’ve all settled into normalcy you decide to return. Over the next months you move into a larger place and manage to squeeze a raise out of your boss (not that you really need it, but you want to spoil your family). Your friends send you gifts to celebrate your new home and your sons, and despite the lack of sleep slowly eating away at you you couldn’t be happier.

The love Levi has for his sons, and for you, only grows each passing day. He often thinks to himself that if he had to endure all the nightmares, all the suffering, and all the death over again just so he could make it back here -- he would do so.

And he’d have absolutely no regrets.

#levi x reader #my posts #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fluff #aot x reader #aot imagines #aot scenarios #aot fluff #snk x reader #snk scenarios #snk imagines #snk fluff #reader insert #reader input #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader

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anlian-aishang · 4 years ago

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hello dearest eruri ho

would you be so kind as to share your doujin recs with us filthy folk?

NOT asking for a friend

but for the eruri nation

first of all, XD

second of all, "dearest eruri ho". WOW. I am honored 💖 My legacy 🙏

third of all MY TIME TO SHINE WOOOOOOOOO!!! ALL THE 3 AM BRAINROT NIGHTS ARE FINALLY PAYING OFF.

So, a couple disclaimers:

As always, 18+ only.

The sites linked will have graphic adult content, so please beware when/if clicking.

I have not read every doujin out there.

I only read works that have English translations.

All works are nsfw.

All works in this post have complete consent.

long list of my favs below.

Author 1: Sable [pixiv] [twitter]

All of their works are super adorable. They have wonderful creativity for both storytelling and their artwork. The perfect blend of fluff, angst, and sex.

Happy Happiest Sweet Honey

fluff, canonverse

For Erwin's birthday, Levi has everything planned. It starts with gifts, then a restaurant reservation, and finally - a night for the two of them to enjoy themselves.

Guilty Heart

angst, canonverse

The Ackermans have a special trait, the ability to gift their heart to a loved one on the brink of death.

Hitze Leiden

angst, canonverse

Their exteriors are cold hard ice, but in getting to know each other, they discover the true warmth that lies deep within.

Dear Darkness

angst, canonverse

Levi's decision on that Shiganshina rooftop has led to a world of contradictions - ones that can only be solved with that blindfold, by shutting himself off from the rest of the world, and through conversations with the one he lost.

The Man with the Lantern and the Forest Hermit

Halloween/spooky AU

Humans and monsters shouldn't be together.

The Happiest Most Ordinary Day (sfw)

sfw, fluff, ambiguverse

For Erwin's birthday, he simply wants a simple day.

Author 2: Chiruchriu [pixiv]

Their stories deal with heavy topics - homophobia, heartbreak, and disability - and they often hurt. Expect angst like you’ve never seen before, but incredible talent like you’ve never seen before. (Also, an occasional armpit fetish. No, I don’t have it, but yes - their art style is so beautiful that I pay no mind <3)

Summer’s End

homophobia/homophobic parent, angst, fluff, modern AU

Levi introduces his significant other, the one he intends to marry, to his family back home. A homophobic father and his ensuing disappointment rain on the parade, but still, Levi and Erwin make the most of the visit.

Farewell

breakup, angst, modern AU

Erwin couches it at Levi’s apartment for the weekend of Auruo and Petra’s wedding. The time has come for him to leave.

Love and Atonement

paralysis, angst, canonverse

The mother of a deceased soldier takes out her grief on the first Scout she sees. Erwin thinks that she is not to blame, though, for he was the one who dragged that Scout out from the underground.

Hands on Me

threesome, levi x erwin x miche, canonverse

Levi walks in on Erwin and Miche’s ritual. The two can already tell that it’s been far too long since he’s gotten off. They can take care of it.

Last Night

brief armpit fetish, canonverse

After Levi puts the 104th to rest and returns to Erwin’s tent. 10 minutes is all they have.

Armpit Hair

armpit fetish, ambiguverse

Erwin licks Levi’s armpits. Yep.

Armpit Hair 2

armpit fetish, ambiguverse

Erwin fucks Levi’s armpits. Yep.

Author 3: skull9 [pixiv] [twitter]

Their doujins are purely beautiful. Levi and Erwin look like supermodels. Likewise, the sex is very pretty.

Tower

angst, canonverse

Erwin reveals his past, his purpose, himself to Levi. Seeing all of him, Levi can't keep his lips away.

Dawn

ambiguverse

Levi, in the middle of getting dressed, wakes up Erwin for the day. In just a thong and half-buttoned shirt, Erwin wonders just how coincidental that timing was.

Author 4: 13A [pixiv] [twitter]

Their Levi is the quintessential submissive. Their stories often put Levi and Erwin into full adult contexts such as booking an SM appointment, cheating on their spouses, and jeopardizing their careers. Their depiction of sex is particularly graphic.

Others’ Husbands 1 // (lack of consent in chapter 2) // 3

cheating, bdsm, angst, modern AU

Erwin loathes his wife, his career, his life. A revival of hope arrives, though, right next door.

Secret

bdsm, modern AU

Levi has a deep dark secret, one that none of his previous girlfriends have ever been able to satisfy. The self-sadist eventually turns to an SM site in hopes of finding satisfaction - appointment after appointment.

While these are all of my favorites, I also have a ton more bookmarked. If anyone wants more, I can share those as well <3

#reference #anon #asks #answers #alias's #eruri

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bakerstreethound · 6 years ago

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Just Kiss

Requested by @clussysposts: Oblivious was so cute btw 😊 can't believe I've barely read any POTC fics It got me thinking of a request with Sherlock! You know the iconic marriage scene with Will & Eliza as the fight took place in the ship? Ok, so, something with that energy but with Sherlock and reader at their own wedding. Their private, lovely ceremony being interrupted by their enemies while they shared vows. "You may kiss...JUST KISS" Line by John who was doing the marrying 🤣💖

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x reader

Warnings: violence and swearing

Summary: reader and Sherlock’s wedding gets interrupted by some familiar faces

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound

Word Count: 2,558

A/N: Alright first things first I finally got around to this lovely request. Thank you for being so patient with me! I hope I did it justice and I wasn’t planning on writing this much, but whoops the muse was kind to me today! Also, I’m so glad you enjoyed Oblivious!

Eighteen months. Eighteen long, arduous months to plan for a day of frivolity, and quite clearly, Sherlock wouldn’t have any of it.

“Why do we have to invite all of these people? It’s not like we’re going to blow up Parliament anytime soon,” he lifted his hands in exasperation, falling into the comfort of his beloved chair.

I shot him a glare, looking up from the piles of paper circulating on the kitchen table. “You forgot to add flowers to the catering list.”

Sherlock groaned, ruffling his fingers through his hair. “There’s no point in all of this.”

“How about we call it off then?”

“Too late for that. John wasted all his money on a tuxedo.”

I huffed in frustration, resisting the urge to slap him upside the face. “With any luck, this whole ordeal will be a disaster.”

He stood up from his chair, pacing slowly like a predator until he stood behind me. “Don’t you understand? We’re already the perfect disaster.”

“Lucky for me, we have an eternity to reek more havoc,” I smirked pulling him in for a kiss.

“You keep me straight, Mrs. Holmes.” he sighed, wrapping his arms around me, our lips lingering from the last kiss.

“Ah, dear not yet. Save it for another time,” I winked, the blush on my cheeks noticeable as he brushed a strand of my hair away.

“Believe me, I will be in a few more hours. You probably should head downstairs. Mrs. Hudson is stress vacuuming.”

“Fine. I’ll see you in a few more hours, then? And please, don’t get into any more trouble. I have already notified Lestrade to keep you on house arrest.”

He shot me a suggestive look, brow raised as he released his hold around me. I pecked him on the cheek, chuckling.

“Oh no, your charms will not work on me today, Mister Holmes. Keep your world or this engagement will be no more.” I strode to the door as he followed promptly, my coat draped across his arm.

Reaching for my coat, he offered it to me, a ghost of a smile on his face as I looped my arms through the holes of the jacket. I embraced its warmth, biting my lip as I prepared to brave the cold.

“I would be wary of making threats you don’t promise to fulfill. Why else would you marry such a bastard such as me?” He inquired leaning against the wall, those glorious eyes boring into mine.

“Because,” I turned the doorknob looking back into his beautiful sapphires,” I love you, old fool. Now. I must go oversee last-minute preparations.” With that, I turned on my heels, into the frosty streets embracing what freedom I had left.

*1 hour later*

“...and you’re certain no more than thirty people have arrived?” I twirled my ring in anticipation, desperately hoping for one day there would be some peace. There’s no way this is going to end up like John and Mary’s wedding. “Be certain Mycroft is on full security alert as well. Lord knows we don’t need the world knowing about this blasted ceremony.”

Mrs. Hudson chuckled in agreement before taking a sip of her tea. Mary had invited Molly along to join us in our festivities. Apparently, according to Mary, you had to spend time with your closest friends before being married. I didn’t mind, the company was much needed, especially after enduring many nights out on the streets investigating. John most likely had told Mary I was in dire need of woman company. “I heard you haven’t been home for very long these last couple of nights did something happen between you and your fiance?” Molly inquired, her eyes darting around in anticipation. Maybe she hopes I’ll say yes and then she can have a claim to Sherlock. Will she ever realize he doesn’t love her in that way?

“No, we’ve just had a series of mysterious cases all supposedly killed by the same two people,” I stated matter of factly, seizing the chance to nibble on a biscuit.

“Oh a tag-team I love one of those,” Mrs. Hudson added receiving a chuckle from Mary.

“Exactly the reason I’m marrying our esteemed detective.”

There was an audible gasp from Molly. “How could you?” she took a slow sip of tea to calm her nerves. Mary and Mrs. Hudson failed miserably at hiding their laughter.

Mary looped her arm around Mrs. Hudson, a mischevious grin crawling on her face. “Oh it’s just a bit of teasing, don’t take the future Mrs. Holmes so seriously.” she looked up at the clock over the stone mantlepiece. “Goodness gracious, we have got to get you ready, love!”

“Oh joy, let the primping begin!”

*2 hours later*

The gates of the grand library opened, ushering me into a small alcove where I would take my last steps of bachelorettehood and my first towards a married life. My breath quickened, heart rate spiking as I wriggled my feet inside of the short heels I had chosen. There was no way I was going to risk tripping down that aisle.

“You look most lovely. I honestly could never imagine you marrying him,” Lestrade emerged from a shadowy corridor followed by my bridesmaids and Rosie.

“You want to know a secret?” I whispered as he stood next to me, offering out his arm. “I didn’t think anything would come of it.”

Greg chuckled, a smile forming at the corners of his mouth.

“Why all of a sudden so happy. You didn’t place a bet, did you?”

He shook his head in disbelief. “You’re getting married, plus you’re my goddaughter. How could I say no?”

I rolled my eyes at him one last time before the music sounded, Mrs. Hudson leading the procession, Mary and Molly following suite. It was harder for me to breath, Rosie turned her chocolaty eyes swarming with warmth and happieness. I offered her a small smile despite the churning of my stomach.

“Greg, what if I’m not making the right decision?”

“Oh my duckling, you’ll know right when you look into his eyes. I’ve known him long enough. You two will reek so much havoc in London together.”

With one last squeeze of encouragement, the music resounded and I wondered if I really could be in heaven as I turned the corner. White and purple streamers graced the great oaken beamss of the library, accented by old leather bound copies of endless books. I felt as if I were almost in a dream. None of it seemed real until I saw him.

Sherlock’s tall form was graced with a simple tuxedo, red rose emblazoned over the left side of his chest. If he felt any emotion, he didn’t let it show, but his eyes, oh his eyes conveyed so much more than he could ever say.

“--I give this woman to be his bride,” Lestrade’s voice slilenced my thoughts.

John motioned for eeryone to sit, Mary shooting me a subtle thumbs up. Molly offered a small smile, though I knew she wish it were her, not me marrying the detective.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate a union of two people. Two extraordinarily different people I was sure Sherlock had gone into shock when he told me the news. Now, before I get carried away the couple would like to say their own vows.” John gestured toward both of us. Sherlock cleared his throat, his eyes glimmering as placed his hands in mine.

“When I first met you I perceived you to be just another intolerable person. Despite all the problems and cases we faced, I wouldn’t change any of it because you made each day worth it. I thought solving crimes was good enough, but you, you saved me. So now I pledge this mechanism of a heart to you, all it is and will forever be yours.”

Tears dropped silently from my face and one look into my eyes was all he needed to know before slipping the diamond-encrusted ring onto my finger. “Till death until I part from thee.”

Looking at John, he gave me a nod of encouragement. “Sherlock I didn’t know what I was getting myself into when Lestrade assigned me to tag along on your cases. I wasn’t expecting such a whirlwind of adventure and this unexpected romance,” I chuckled a slow blush forming on my face.

Sherlock squeezed my hands gently reciting something I vaguely remembered.

“With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way into darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine,” he bite his lip, looking in that moment like a mischievous schoolboy.

As if in a dream, he leaned down, removing his hands from mine to cup my cheeks, our eyes meeting in a passionate blaze. In an instant, something flashed, all the lights in the building flickered, illuminating a darkened sihouette proceeding down the aisle.

“Well, well what have we here? The great Sherlock Holmes signing away his soul.” a maniacle laugh followed in its wake. No one moved from their seats.

Sherlock looked away eyes dancing with confusion, his brow furrowing as he turned towards John.

“Who did you-”

Slamming the Bible shut, eyes wide in bewilderment, John yelled. “Just Bloody kiss, you fools!”

“You heard him Sherlock, just kiss me and we’ll be over with this ‘friviloty’ as you so kindly put it!”

Whatever force held Sherlock would not compell him to seal our vows, but right then and there a chuckle warmed the room and I pinpointed it to none other than the cluster of not so familiar faces down across the aisle. I held back a breath as a whisper caressed my ear “Miss me?” sending needles down my spine. “Sherlock we have to do something.”

“Wow, brainy really is the new sexy,” a tall brunette now stood behind Sherlock, messing with the lapels of his jacket. My face contorted in anger, but oh they weren’t finished yet.

A delirius laugh swept throughout the room "You know, why do I always miss these family gatherings.”

“Lestrade where the bloody hell is Mycroft?” I yelled. “All I asked for, all I asked for was no bloody interuptions!” Mycroft appeared starstruck from his perch above the organ as he peeled off his luxurius white gloves.

“Oh for Christ’s sake, she’s here?” John groaned as Eurus approached him, stroking his hair as he shuffered in disgust. “You know what just bloody kiss already. Kiss your bride, Sherlock!”

Sherlock sighed, unwavered by the onslaught of people surrounding us. “I don’t see why all the fuss is neces-”

“Fucking kiss your wife Sherlock, just like we practiced!”

Eurus turned her attention from John to me whispering. “Are you sure you know him, may not be the best option for you. Brother dear would never marry,” she leaned in pulling away in disgust as she caught a whiff of me, “a moron like you. Someone much smarter will have to do.”

I was beyond peeved at the moment I shot him a pointed look. “Why does your entire family have to ruin the wedding?

Sherlock sighed. “These aren't my family. They’re our enemies."

"Ah how could I forget?” the tall burnette I recalled as Irene apraoched me her lips curled with hunger, piercing red lips adorning her porcelain face. I wondered but for a fleeting moment how she could look so perfect.

“Stay away from her,”Sherlock’ voice held a warning tone as he struggled to free himself of Irene’s clutches.

"Again, I thought there was supposed to be top security clearance from Mycroft", I whirled around facing Sherlock, cocking the point of my gun in Moriarty’s direction. “Now look where we are, a menagerie of chaos.” All of the guests had fled but for Mary, Molly, Lestrade, and Rosie.

“Maybe I shouldn't have told Eurus about the wedding after all.” Sherlock stated, brushing off enormous globs of bright red lipstick from his cheek. His face contorted in disgust. “I tried to stop her, love.”

"This was your genius idea? Yeah let’s go tell your sister about our wedding and she freaking brings the gang of your-now my- sworn enemies into the middle of our wedding! Bloody hell. You have really lost it this time."

He actually had the audacity to laugh. "You really shouldn’t get this feisty right now. It’s doing unfathomable things to me, dearest darling"

It took all of my will power not to punch him in the jugular. “Shut the hell up, go find John and hope he survives this mess you've orchestrated. Save your tongue for later, it’s of no use to me this moment.”

“Now look who’s being a drama queen,” he remarked, loving my ensemble of rage and fury. Glad he thinks this is funny why the hell did he tell Eurus about this.

“I am not, please get your ass out of here before I mistake your brain for Moriarty’s and blow it clean off your shoulders. Bet you would enjoy that honeymoon, eh?”

Moriarty sauntered up the aisle facing me, rolling his eyes at the gun. “Aww how sweet, its adorable that you would even dream of decapitating me. I have one request, i would like to be at the reception and have a bite of cake. I heard there was going to be an utterly divine cake.”

Irene and Eurus promptly made their way up as well, taking their prespective places behind Jim.

Eurus smiled shyly, the flashes of hysteria gone. “I brought you a wedding gift, isn’t that the proper thing to do?” She held up a small box of silver paper tied with an extravagent teal ribbon. I offered a small smile genuinly touched by her gesture

Irene rolled her eyes in disgust. “I thought we were going to whip them into oblivion,” gracefully as ever, she let her lips form into an easy snarl. I rolled my eyes, not intimidated, but fairly amused at the situation. My heart began to feel for the criminal trio.

“As long as you behave and not make any more of a mess around here, maybe I will let you all free with some cake. And I really don’t appreciate this supposedly joyous day of my life ruined by three of my husband’s greatest enemies; however, today I will let it slide. Forgive me for going mad.”

Moriarty’s eyes glimmered. “Oh don’t worry, we’re all mad here. Speaking of, have you even made your vows official?

Confusion settled over my features making him smile, “Oh I forgot. Ha figures you haven’t sealed them with a kiss yet. “

“Guess we will be remaining present for that,” Eurus said, more of a statement than a question really.

“I can’t escape you all, can’t I?” I feigned exasperation.

Sherlock grumbled making his way up the aisle one again, dragging John on the floor.

“We can’t escape them, my love, he sighed, pulling me in for a kiss.

Moriarty cheered, Eurus, patted Sherlock gingerly on the back and Mycroft walked stiffly up the aisle towards his siblings.

“It’s utterly pointless to escape, you’re part of our family too, Moriarty winked, tossing me an apple. “Welcome to the Criminal network, sis.”

Good Lord, what have I gotten myself into?

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