bakerstreet | ARRANGED MARRIAGE

Marriage for love is a such a modern concept. In the past, marriage was
recognised as a social contract. Unions were entered into for many
reasons: to obtain property, to unite families, to carry on a bloodline,
et cetera. Whatever the reason, congratulations, you're getting married!

HOW IT WORKS:
❧ Post a comment with your character's name, canon, and any preferences.
❧ If there's a specific set of circumstances you like best, set the scene.
❧ Or leave your comment blank and let others use RNG to choose the scenario. Feel free to mix and match.
❧ Please note the prompts below are merely suggestions and you're more than welcome to come up with your own situation.
❧ Have fun!

POSSIBLE REASONS FOR MARRIAGE:
① Station → You come from a royal, noble, or otherwise distinguished family who has chosen a suitable spouse for you.
② Feud → You are being married to put an end to the bitter enmity between your two families.
③ Economics → Your economic state and/or your station will improve through the union, though one of you may be marrying down.
④ Empire → You and your spouse are merging your businesses and/or property to create something more influential or profitable.
⑤ Tribute → You have been offered as a gift or appeasement, alternately you're the spoils of war.
⑥ Bloodline → Carrying on your distinguished family name has fallen to you and the equally well-bred spouse of your family's selection.
⑦ Disapproval → Your marriage has been arranged to keep you away from the person with whom you truly wish to be.

POSSIBLE SCENARIOS:
① First meeting → This is the very first time you're meeting your future spouse.
② Courtship → To get to know each other and encourage affection, your family has approved of you going on dates.
③ Engagement party → Be it a huge, formal affair or a small, intimate get together, you're celebrating (or pretending).
④ Wedding day → The big day!
⑤ Reception → The big party!
⑥ Wedding night → Every meme needs a smut prompt, right?
⑦ Honeymoon → Where will you go with your new spouse and what will you do there?

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[Random gives 1-4! interested?]

[OOC: Sure. Spock AU'd into HP or Draco AU'd into ST? Or a mix?]

[AU Draco into the ST verse? Draco a noble of a race that can manipulate energy like 'magic' marrying one of Star Fleet for a political alliance through marriage bonds?]

[OOC: That sounds good to me. :3]

[Emotions involved already after some courting?]

[OOC: Yus, emotions are good.]

Draco stood in the morning light looking at the robes he was to be married in. Only a few hours away. Months ago when this all started it had seemed like there was plenty of time. No more. There was little time left.

Sighing, he'd pulled himself together and continued to get ready for the day. The pampering, the talks of political ties. Talk of his duty in wedding the Star Fleet Vulcan. Telling him to be happy, they are both long lived races. Compatible races. All would be well.

Too well.

Draco was in his silver and white wedding robes as he stepped into Spock's room. "Leave us," he said to the servant. "I will help him finish." Hard gray eyes rushed her out of the room, then he entered, closing the door behind him.

"It's not quite the Star Fleet blue," he mused as he approached. "But it does suit you."

"You did not need to chase her out," Spock admonished, but his tone was light, almost teasing; anyone who didn't know the Vulcan likely would have missed the affectionate warmth that laced his voice. "Nor should you be here," he continued as he turned to look at Draco. In contrast to Draco's light robes, Spock's were dark, black with hints of green. The servant had been fussing with hair, attempting to get it to do something besides fringing his forehead to no avail.

"It is the unofficial tradition to break the tradition of not seeing one another," Draco said as he stepped up to Spock and looked to his clothing. "You can still refuse this." Reaching up he began to needlessly straighten Spock's clothing. "Becoming a noble of my people isn't very glamorous."

Cue one slanted eyebrow lifting. "Are there further unofficial traditions I should be aware of?" Spock caught Draco's hands, stilling them from straightening his already straight robes. "I am not doing this for the glamor." Perhaps the marriage had started as a political endeavor, but they'd become close. He'd been strangely attracted to Draco since he first laid eyes on him on the screen in his quarters. To find out he'd felt the same had been... well, elating. Most people still believed they were marrying for the sake of an alliance, save his Captain (who Spock had reluctantly confessed his feelings for Draco to) and Draco's mother (who was surprisingly perceptive).

Draco smirked in a way that clearly spoke to hiding a genuine smile, or even a chuckle at Spock's words. There was something about that expression Draco had become fond of, as well as amused by. "None that are important." He then sighed as his hands were stilled, how did not pull away from the Vulcan. He stayed right there with his hands in Spock's.

He felt a wash of relief to hear the Vulcan say as much, though a part of him had guessed at it. There were emotions there, grown from the moment they had officially met. But Draco was a soul not use to actual emotional connections beyond familial. So he doubted. A trait he was not fond of to be sure. "You know very well I am going to be incredibly difficult. I've become less... what did your Captain say? Uptight? But I'm still fairly 'high maintenance'," he said, using terms others from Starfleet had used to describe him when they thought he was not listening.

With his shields up, he couldn't sense what Draco felt beyond a thrum of the topmost surface emotions; nervousness, relief, affection. He ran his thumbs over Draco's knuckles, attempting to further soothe him.

"You cannot possibly be more high maintenance than the emotional humans I have become adjusted to living with... nor can you be more high maintenance than any Vulcan, myself included."

Lifting their joined hands, he brought them to his lips, pressing the lightest brush of a kiss against pale skin — a custom he knew Draco's people considered part of their courting rituals.

"There will be compromises to make but I believe we can work them out together."

For a moment Draco averted his eyes, head ducking just slightly. For a moment his walls were brought down by that simple kiss to his hands. Starved for affection by his upbringing as he was, he felt particularly susceptible to it... especially from Spock, who he felt deeply for, and who he knew was not one for public displays. Even though they were in a private setting. A moment where Spock would be able to feel how Draco loved the Vulcan.

"I do not believe there will be much to compromise on. I do no require great public shows of affection. I only require what you freely give. And I am... looking forward to seeing the universe with you." Draco then pulled their joined hands to him and placed a kiss to Spock's knuckles, though his kiss lingered there, eyes closing briefly.

"I should go..."

ARRANGED MARRIAGE

Spock || Star Trek: AOS || m/m

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