bakerstreet | marriage meme

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marriage meme

marriage meme
♥ rules
• Leave a comment with your character's name and fandom in the subject header.
• When replying to a thread, RNG for a number between 1 and 8. The number you get corresponds to the list below.
• Go from there! Whatever happens, well, happens.

01] traditional wedding | It's like a dream come true! Everything is perfect and follows everything that it should... or does it?
02] arranged marriage | ... Well. You do not have a say in this because your parents told you to be with this person! Enjoy?
03] eloping | Forget about the bouquets and people! All that matters is that you are with the one you love at the end of the day.
04] shotgun wedding | Congratulations, one of you is... pregnant...?
05] before the war | You don't know if they'll make it back home alive, but still you want to be with them 'til death do you part.
06] honeymoon night | After a long day, it's just the two of you... and no one else matters.
07] years later | Time to fast-forward! How's the relationship? Are there kids involved? Are you still together at all?
08] other | Is there something that I forgot that you wanted that I forgot to include? This is the option for that!

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(( more than likely this is a ruse for some sort of adventure or another ))

( rolled 2. if you're up for it, I will happily write the starter or you can do it, if you'd like to set the scene. )

(( sounds good to me! if you can start that would be perfect ))

[ Settle down, folks, there's a story to tell. Be quiet, sit still, the story goes like this -

One day Alexa's parents would finally, finally embrace their daughter's sexuality.

That day was when they were introduced to the Doctor whose real name Alexa could never remember, but everyone just called the woman Doctor anyway, like she was defined by her occupational title only. As it were, Alexa's parents became very insistent that she was the perfect partner for their maladjusted child who just needed someone stable and strong and probably rich and influential, too. To set her... well, not straight, but right, definitely.

Alexa fought back. She acted up and threw tantrums and she moved halfway across the city, but eventually she found herself talked into giving the match a chance. No matter how much she hated their ways, she did love them, her parents and she'd never seen them this accepting of her before. Well aware how much of a sucker she was, she said yes. Yes to meeting the woman for the first time at City Hall, yes to marrying her no questions asked, yes to the kind of apparent domestic existence she'd honestly always despised with a vengeance (lies, lies, lies).

Standing now in the lobby of the building, dolled up nice and good in a rented Armani suit, she waits for the woman to show. Her parents have talked non-stop about how perfect and intelligent and mature she is, this Doctor, but beyond her parents' gushing, Alexa doesn't know shit about what she's like, what she looks like. It's like a fucking blind date, expanded into something ridiculous and completely absurd.

Alexa runs a hand through her hair with a groan. ]

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

[Oh but she is defined by her title, intentionally so. A deliberate choice, symbolic as much as titular. And she's fine with that. Of course she is; she made the choice, literal lifetimes ago, the edges of her memory, but never forgotten.

This isn't the first time she's been married, of course. Not by a long shot, and each certainly had its story behind it -- some longer and more convoluted than others, some twisted up in the fabric of time itself. But this is none of those. This is its own beast, as the saying goes.

If Alexa's parents have painted a picture of her as mature, maybe the blond who sidles her way up somehow from inside the building rather than the doors that lead to the outside, may not be the immediate picture that comes to mind. Now, she could have gotten dressed up, but how is she to keep track of fashion anyway? Instead her hands are in the pockets of her long coat, fabric almost enough to overpower her small frame.

Her head cants to the side and she answers that groan of a question.]

A marriage. Well. Technically, an engagement. Betrothal? Espousal? One of those. Anyway, there is still time to get out of it. There's a back door and everything.

[Well, is this real? Who knows?]

[Even Asra is unsure on how this happened. There might have been magic involved- the details are fuzzy. Not that they matter much- Asra is ever the doting spouse, happy to do the cooking, the cleaning, and anything in-between- to give his husband any sort of freedom he desires.

Of course, whether Loki notices or not, there are times when the dishes stay in the sink for a day or two, sometimes three when Asra's wanderlust sweeps him off on adventures.

But when Loki comes home from his errands and everything else he might have been up to, the white-haired magician is always there. Like as though he's always there and never anywhere else.

Like now. Loki is home and Asra is there to greet him with a cup of tea already ready for him,]

Welcome home, Loki. What did you get up to this time?

[Trouble, he assumes. It's (almost) always trouble with Loki. But Asra doesn't mind as it usually means he comes home with an entertaining story.]

This time? I was my father, so to speak. However, it's a long story. And then my beloved brother was rude enough to call me out on pretending, even though last time we met, he cried as I was dying in his arms, and he said words of love, you see. And now, he was very rude and violent with me, for no reason at- oh, dinner. Thank you!

[There may have been magical arts involved, because how could anyone ever love Loki, but--- even so, himself, Loki might love Asra. So if the marriage was fake - well then, so were Loki's life, family, and birthright. Nothing new.

And if it be real--]

Edited 2018-10-29 08:29 (UTC)

You do die rather a lot, Loki. [There is no judgement in Asra's voice- he sounds amused, in fact. Loki is a trickster and he's made his peace with the fact that this means trouble more often than not.]

Did you part with him on bad terms again?

[Again, there is no judgement. Familial relationships, any relationship at all, has its ups and downs. Admittedly Thor and Loki are rather extreme, but. It certainly could be worse.]

If so, do you want me to talk to him? I'm sure I could make him see the error of his ways.

[Hell hath no fury like a protective husband. Not that Asra thinks he could ever even harm a hair on Thor's head or anything, but he's got the look of absolute guilt-tripping down pat and he's not afraid to use it.]

We parted on accidental terms, rather.

Since we're family, I should tell you: ta-dah! We have a sister! Well, Thor and me.

I actually hath not known them. For the second time in my life, I was ignorant of my, ah, heritage.

[There's a darker look in his eyes for a moment, even while he smiles softly, before that passes.]

As for Thor, worry not, he needs me. He needs me to help deal with sister dear. Hela.

Hm. I wonder, do you need me?

Edited 2018-10-29 09:07 (UTC)

I'm starting to get the feeling your father needs a good whap over the head with a rolled up newspaper... [Seriously Odin, why this. Why the secrets. Not that Asra isn't secretive himself- he is, a lot, about a lot of things. But never the important things, if he can help it. He certainly doesn't keep secrets that can hurt.]

So long as you're careful. I imagine she doesn't have a sunny disposition.

[He blinks at the question about whether or not he needs Loki, and for a moment there's a look of genuine hurt, though it's gone again in a second.]

Of course I need you, Loki. You're my husband- I'll always need you.

Is that so? Well then, if you need me, I shall do my best to still breathe after an upcoming reunion, family reunion, with a goddess of death.

Otherwise,

[He laughs a little]

Do feel invited to my funeral. Even if others say you're not invited.

So, as they say - I must go, my people need me.

[He winks.]

Edited 2018-10-29 09:22 (UTC)

[Asra grabs him by the wrist, and gives him a serious look,] Don't even joke about that, Loki. You're coming back, and that's final. If you die I'm going into the realm of the dead myself and dragging you back out kicking and screaming if I have to.

[Don't test him. He absolutely will. Asra's magic has always been of a benign nature, and he's a healer more than a fighter- but that doesn't mean he won't dabble in the dark for the sake of a loved one.]

I'm... honoured, but. Don't you push yourself. You could get hurt, and what for?

We're talking about the Goddess of Death, here.

Then again, my dearest brother is a god of thunder, and has he smote me to death, ever? No. And he could. But he never did, never even much tried. See? Proof that it's safe. One never kills what one loves.

See, it's safe with family. Family is my life, after all. Now, what's for dinner? This tea is lovely, my dear.

Edited 2018-10-29 09:41 (UTC)

If you get hurt for the sake of someone you love, then it hardly hurts at all. I'd give an arm and a leg and more if necessary.

[Accept his love, Loki. Let him be a doting, loving husband.

He released his wrist, slowly. Knows better than to check for bruises from his tight grip as he knows feeble human hands such as his own could never.]

I was thinking we could go out for dinner?

[He looks a little sheepish, reaching to twirl a stray strand of white hair around a finger,] I might have had a minor magic mishap in the kitchen.

Glad to know it probably didn't hurt Thor when I stabbed him, then! You really always bring great news to me, my love.

[To dinner, huh.

Well. For all he knows, it may be their last? There's Thanos, there's a new threat of Hela, there's always a hundred of things because, Loki is certain, Fate hates Loki and didn't let him die as a babe because it wants to torture him first... But the joke's on fate, if so, as Loki enjoyed the first millenium of his life, mostly. It's only now that the fate's designs of torture finally caught up, and still, Loki was running away from them, best as he could.]

I was just going to suggest it, myself. Let's go. I have faith that Thor can survive a few hours without my help. Just a few hours, maybe.

Because, after all, apart from being a brother, I am a husband as well.

[Takes Asra's hand to kiss it] To my most lovely Lord.

[Might be real wedding.]

[They're slowly becoming my OTP...]

(( Absolutely! ))

[I would Love to see Karen and Matt elope, but LMK which would be better.]

(( 3 sounds good! ))

Matt and Karen were at his place, just relaxing after a hard day at work. His mind drifted to how happy he's been, after they reunited months ago. He would say they're pretty serious, right? He loves her, there's no doubt. He would marry her. It's just that he wasn't sure that she would want to go through with it. Or would she?

All it would take, was a friendly judge at the courthouse, a license and witnesses. All he needed to do, was to ask. There was a question as to how and when. And a ring. Right? Isn't that how it goes?

Maybe he could bring it lightly up in conversation. But how do you bring up something as serious as this commitment? Maybe he had to think about it some more, too. He would talk to Foggy about it, but it would probably be better if it was between his girlfriend and fiance to be, right?

Matt snuggled close to her, on the couch, just listening to her breathe, her heartbeat loud and strong. These were some of his favorite sounds, of course. He probably should be working on the Smith brief, but...meh.

A thought popped into his head about how to approach this. Just use your words, lawyer boy.

"Hey, Karen? What do you think about marriage? In-in general...or maybe...to me?"

Edited (Had to say more than "Hey Karen..." Sorry!) 2018-11-02 17:51 (UTC)

For a while it'd been almost impossible to imagine they'd ever have a moment quiet enough just to sit together, just to catch their breath. At the darkest times she had envisioned a lifetime of terror, of hiding, of never being quite safe. Always looking over her shoulder, dogged by the mistakes of her past. But Fisk was put away again, hopefully in the deepest, darkest kind of hole a man like that deserved, and Karen...well, her secrets were out, she'd put them before Matt and he hadn't turned from her. Just the opposite.

Contentment, that was the word for what she was feeling. It surprised her.

Her hand was in Matt's hand, her fingers between his, and maybe she couldn't hear as well as he could but she was close enough at the moment to hear his breathing change a little when he was about to speak. She glanced at him with a little expectant smile quirking her lips, thinking that maybe he was about to suggest they do something for dinner, not...oh. That wasn't what she was expecting.

"Uh--" It wasn't the best start, but she was caught off-guard. Give her a moment. "I mean, yeah. I have. I definitely have thought about that. In general, and...to you." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the gesture a bit nervous, a bit excited.

Matt hasn't felt this way...ever. It was foreign to him, but he loved it and her just the same. He loved the feeling of his hand in hers, and could see himself in this position forever. Which led to his question and definitely something that was unexpected. Could you blame her, with the reaction she had? No, Matt couldn't, really. Maybe he should have kept his thoughts to himself?

"Yeah, I know...it probably wasn't the best way to bring it up, but I have been thinking about it for a while. It may be too soon, but would you? I mean..." He swallows, "just do it, one day? Court house, Foggy and Marci as witnesses and the judge? I don't have a ring right now, but I will soon...I promise."

Matt has never been this nervous in his whole life. But then again, this is a life changing event. "I promise to get on my knee and propose properly, honest." He grins sheepishly, his hand still intertwined with hers, squeezing lightly, hoping to comfort her and in turn himself.

Edited 2018-11-17 22:52 (UTC)

Oh, wow. He's really asking her. Maybe not traditionally, maybe not down on one knee, but he's sincere, he really means it--of course he does, Matt wouldn't joke about something like this. Karen needs a moment to catch her breath, but her other hand comes to his and encircles it so that she's holding his hand in both of hers. Her grip is pretty tight: it's partly nervousness, because this is so huge, but it's also because it wasn't so long ago that she thought he was gone for good, before they'd really had a chance to recover their friendship and...anything else they might have been to one another.

"Yeah, I would." Karen knows the words are true as she says them. Maybe she hadn't been sure before how much of a commitment she was ready to make, but now she is. "Of course I would." She squeezes his hand and her smile becomes a little breath of laughter. "You know you don't really have to do the whole--formal proposal thing. Unless you want to."

For a second he's stunned by her answer, but is overjoyed over all. That boyish grin goes from ear to ear, holding her hand, not minding the pressure at all. Matt is just as nervous as she is, no doubt. This was something that even Daredevil would be nervous about. Man without fear? Psh.

"Yeah? Really?" He laughs as well, relieved that she didn't say the opposite. "Yes, I do want to. I would never do it any other way. I just...have to get the ring, of course...and yeah. I know this is probably not the way that you wanted this to happen, but hey, it's us, right? We never know what to expect of one another."