Where is my "We were blackout drunk in Las Vegas and got married." Past!DM crackfic?
So drunk and/or high that even Armand doesn't remember the details anymore. (There had been some mind trickery involved with the priest to even make the wedding happen in the '80s. Are those documents legit? Who knows. Armand certainly thinks they are.)
Enter Daniel, newly mind-wiped, wanting to marry Alice a few years later, and Armand sweating buckets trying to keep his own marriage a secret. Did he play the priest at their wedding? Probably. Is every document signed in his own handwriting? Absolutely.
Crisis averted. He can go back to his own life and stalk Daniel from the shadows, and-
A divorce. Of course. Leave it to Daniel to fuck it up.
Man, Alice's divorce lawyer is fucking hot. Where did she find him? Is he single? Meanwhile, Armand regrets every life decision that brought him here and maybe decides to fuck the newly divorced idiot who's been torturing his existence.
Okay, done. No more weddings. No more divorces. No one will ever know. He can finally enjoy the peace and quiet, and-
Years later, another proposal? It's not even funny at this point. Rinse and repeat. Did he mind-fuck them enough to make them forget the wedding officiant who spent their big day looking stressed and sulking? Hopefully.
And no, we don't talk about the second divorce. Armand wants to scream.
Flash forward to 2025. Daniel vaguely remembers seeing this man at both of his weddings, both of his divorces, and on one fateful night in Las Vegas. Now he's become his Maker, standing right in front of him.
"We're fucking married??"











