A/N: This is based on the posts of tumblr tagged 'obnoxious billionaire brothers'.
On a completely different note, I know people have been confused about the fate of my SoMa children OCs based on this collection. Allow me to clear that up. In ch 18, there is Gabby's funeral. This is a UA of a UA, this doesn't happen in my planned story for these babies. I just saw an opportunity for pain and took it. In ch 24 I say 'Charlie'd been gone for three years' or something like that. I mean that she'd moved out to live in the girl's dorms with her meister three years ago, not that she'd died. I'll add a little list of the babies to my profile in case people get names mixed up as well (don't worry, even I do that and I'm the one writing them!). Drop me a message if any of you guys are still unsure about the whole thing.
Maka bit her lip to try and stop her wide grin as her bride's maids helped secure the veil to her head. She couldn't believe this was actually happening, but it was. In half an hour she would walk down the aisle to her soul-mate and marry him. She would never have expected it happen those five years ago when she took the job that introduced her to her partner.
When she had first been approached by the Evans family representatives to become the youngest Evans son's personal lawyer, she had nearly laughed in their faces. Like hell was she going to play the in-between for a rich playboy idiot and whatever angry woman he had fucked and then left. It was only after the representatives had given her a sizable cheque and told her to 'think over the wonderful opportunity' did she actually look into the man she was being asked to work for.
It turned out that billionaire Soul 'Eater' Bartholomew Evans wasn't actually any sort of playboy. He was a shy, grumpy-looking young man, two years younger than herself, whose only fault was that he had an obnoxious, though entirely playful, rivalry with his also-billionaire older brother.
After talking with the Evans family representatives a week later she found out that her job would be more like a babysitter; make sure the young Mr Evans didn't go too far in his rivalry with his brother, ensure that his music was kept copyrighted properly and keep him on track. It was simple, came with a large paycheque every month and the added bonus of having her name associated with the illustrious Evans family.
After considerable thought (she didn't need to go grey before her time thank you very much) she finally agreed to take it on. Admittedly her father's not-quite-fatal-but-too-close-for-comfort heart attack was what spurred her to it, just because it paid so well and her father needed the money to pay for various hospital bills.
Then came her first meeting with her client and she was entirely unprepared for how intense his burgundy eyes were or how soft his fluffy, platinum blonde hair looked or how freaking handsome he was. He was shy at first, sticking to one or two word answers but he opened up once she had his brother removed by security after he kept interrupting her to try and flirt.
While Wesley Evans was charming and open where his brother was blunt and quiet, he didn't have any effect on her. Wes might have had the brightest blue eyes she'd ever seen, she was unfortunately (and so fucking annoyingly) quite stuck on burgundy.
Soul took a strong liking to her after that, coming to visit her in her office as often as he could with various little things like a bunch of flowers, take-out for lunch, or even some books if he'd been away on tour for a while. He even made a game of trying to sneak into her office without her PA noticing. Tsubaki caught him every time, but she played along to make him feel better.
He was a little bit like a puppy really, always looking for attention and doing anything to make her smile. Soon he was inviting her on tours, taking her out to lunch, buying her jewellery and dresses and whatever he thought she would like.
In all honesty she thought it would stop after a few months, he would get bored and go back to whatever he'd been like before she had started working for him. But he didn't, he kept at it up until, eleven months later, he came into her office with a bunch of roses, blushing slightly, and asked her to go on a date with him.
Naturally the paparazzi got wind of their newfound relationship and began to follow them everywhere. However, they underestimated her abilities in court and no matter how many pictures they took, she made sure none of them ever got printed unless the magazine companies had express permission from her.
After nearly three years together (during which time she moved into his ridiculous piano shaped house) he proposed.
It was simple and quiet and, well, perfect. Naturally she said yes.
Their wedding plans were like that was well, simple and quiet, with only a select group of friends and family at a secret location to avoid the paps as much as possible. Sure, Wes tried to talk Soul into making it an extravagant affair but she put her foot down firmly, threatening to ban him from the ceremony all together if he didn't stop.
So there she was.
There was a knock on the door and her bride's maids—Tsubaki, Wes's girlfriend and her sister—took a step back and her father poked his head round the door.
He seemed to have the breath knocked out of him when he saw her, then he collected himself and asked, "Are you ready?"
Maka nodded and grinned. "Absolutely."