#elopement

"Shit, where did Y/N go this time?" Simon grumbles as he comes back to the cart, Kyle and Johnny looking around for you than back at each other.

"I thought you were watching them!" Johnny accused as he shoves Kyle's shoulder.

"I thought you were." Kyle huffs, shaking his head as he starts walking towards the end of the aisle.

"Ah, Kyle, don't go anywhere!" John calls out, arm wrapped firmly around your waist while you held a rotisserie chicken in your hands. "I found them in the deli."

"We needed chicken." You shrug, setting the chicken into the cart. Price takes your wrist, and the balloon he bought at the front counter, tying it to you. "Hey, what's this for?"

"We can't stop you from wandering off, but we can find you easier with this." He huffs, kissing your forehead. You pout a little at that, but not even five minutes later, Kyle uses it to find you in the bread aisle.

I got married and turns out my wife and I are the hottest people alive.

(A blacksmith friend of hers made me a longsword and twin daggers for her for our wedding.)

In which Omega!Wei Wuxian in an attempt to put an end to any matchmaking, brings a handsome commoner home and announces they eloped and that "Lan Zhan" agreed to marry in (since he doesn't care about status, he already has enough of it for the both of them :DDDD)

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His adopted brother and head of the Viscounty, Beta!Jiang Wanyin, fully supports his decision since he'd rather keep him by his side as his right hand (rather than marry him off to secure a dubious alliance with another noble house. YES HE'S STILL SALTY ABOUT HIS SISTER'S MARRIAGE, WHAT OF IT???!?!?). And really, it saves him from the hassle of finding a match of his own, he can just name Wei Yuan as his heir.

(What if his parents make a fuss? It's not as if they never had something to complain about, they'll just get over it in time.)

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And in which the crown prince Alpha!Lan Wangji felt utterly charmed by the Omega that proposed to him so daringly. Not for his status, not for his money. But for his FACE. So he goes along and lets himself get attic-wifed (much enthusiastically. Everyday means everyday.)

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Meanwhile King Lan Xichen searches for his brother the second Jade of Gusu, the finest blade of his generation and most sought after bachelor, that went missing for more than a year.

@that-other-dead-person

This is why he doesn't feel bad about the trackers he has placed in almost all of your gear, your work phone, and your favorite pair of shoes. He'll change them out sometimes if he's worried about someone else hacking them, but Nikolai and him have to keep an eye on your whereabouts.

The first time you eloped, it was at a bar downtown, in an area no one was familiar with. It was almost 20 degrees, and you were wearing only jeans and a long sleeve. Nikolai tracked you down, letting Price stay at the bar with the boys. You were basking in the warmth of a food trucks heaters, munching on some tamales.

"Do you know how far away you are from the bar? From base?" He scolds, plopping down beside you on the curb. You shrug, mumbling something incoherent around a bite of food. You're surprised to feel Niks jacket draping around your shoulders, the warmth that wrapped around you finally made you realize how cold you had become.

"Just needed to get away." You explain when your mouth is empty, looking over at him. "How did you find me so fast?"

"Finish your food. You're going back to base with me."

The second time was after a training session, a particularly rough one. You weren't normally overwhelmed by it, but today was different. You ran until you couldn't anymore, but still kept walking until you realized you didn't know where you were. And it was starting to rain.

Price's car pulls up beside you a few minutes later. "Kid. Get in." He orders, ignoring the shock on your face as you slowly make your way around the front of the car. You slam yourself into the passenger seat, immediately letting your head drop down between your knees. "You feeling like it's too much?"

You nod once. He places a hand on your neck, giving it a tight squeeze before he pulls away from the curb.