#bridal/wedding shoppe au

[a-system-of-nerds]

So, I’ve been watching “Say Yes to the Dress” on YouTube, and let me tell you the idea that popped into my head-

Bahorel and Montparnasse owning a bridal/wedding shoppe. Both are so fashionable and super supportive of the clients and are not afraid to tell the entourage to shut the hell up cause it’s not their appointment.

Also, like, you know, they’re able to like, help with the tailoring, with help from Feuilly and Enjolras who both can sew. And Courfeyrac can also help with trying on of dresses and and suits and what not. And Fauntleroy and Jehan also help out with that. Even Mardisoir is in on it, and Claquesous is super supportive and helps out with the more atypical requests, like black gowns and whatnot.

And basically, they just run this really sweet and LGBTQIA+ centred bridal/wedding shoppe!

[kitty-bandit]

Fandom: D.Gray-man Rating: T Pairings: Tyki x Miranda x Cross; Laven (background only) Total Words: 16.5K Tags: Modern AU; Bridal Shoppe AU; Weddings; Romance; Betting; Fluff; Angst; Happy Ending

For RarePair Week 2019 Day 1 -- The Lovers Prompts used: Partnerships, union, disharmony

To ward off boredom while trapped in Wedding Prep Hell, Tyki drags Cross into a bet involving the klutzy seamstress working at the boutique. However, the simple wager escalates into more than they bargained for. 

Excerpt:

He stared at Cross, a mischievous smile on his face. “…I bet you I can get that klutzy lady to go out with me before you.”

Cross snorted outright. He shook his head and returned Tyki’s gaze with an incredulous look. “No.”

“No? What are you scared, Marian? Think you’ll lose to me, someone with so little tact?”

“No. It’s just a stupid bet to make.” Cross pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing up his glasses as he tried to ignore Tyki. “Besides, you have nothing I want. You certainly don’t have money.”

“How about something better than money?” Tyki offered. “Humiliation.”

“What the fuck?”

Tyki continued, unbothered by Cross’ reaction. “Whoever loses has to sing a song at the wedding. And the winner picks the song.”

“That’s fucking ludicrous. I’m not doing that.” He tried to pull away, but Tyki leaned in closer.

“C’mon,” Tyki needled him. “It’ll give us something to do while all this wedding planning is going on. And besides, she’s kinda cute.”

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