#❄soft snow wedding❄

[just-some-random-blogger]

Snow Angel

Daemon's Version

I'll angel in the snow until I'm worthy but if it kills me, I tried.

Gwyane's Version ❄ Daemon's Version ❄ Aegon's Version ❄ Aemond's Version ❄ Jacaerys' Version ❄ Cregan's Version ❄ Criston's Version

Daemon Targaryen x Snow!Reader | 700< | cw: fem!reader, reader is Lord Rickon Stark's bastard daughter, canon divergence, angst, violence, blood, war, death, typos, etc.

A/N: renee rapp my beloved

Though you were his wife by law, you were not by heart.

It did not hurt you, at least not anymore. You understood your place. You understood your duty; your duty was to your house, to your family, to him.

This was how you found yourself in the crosshairs of peril.

Daemon had been lost for days on end. He'd not given word ever since his proclamation to seize Harrenhal for the Queen— for his niece, his beloved niece. You knew why he was so eager to act. He so badly wanted to win Rhaenyra's favor.

They had not seen eye to eye lately, and one could say it was your fault. You were getting in the middle of their relationship, you, his wife. It felt as though there was not a soul in Westeros who did not know of their relations, and yet even in that blatant shame, not once did you ever bring it up to your husband.

Not once.

Why?

Because he saved you when you were wed. You had been promised to an old lord known to be a wife beater. You were told that it was the best match you would ever get, but then you caught the interest of the prince of Dragonstone, even if for a fleeting moment.

You thought that what you had was akin to desire, if not love, but it seems he only married you to spite someone that truly stoked such a thing within him. And now, you were sent to the North to remind your half brother of House Stark's pledge to that person, to Queen Rhaenyra. Your kin did not take kindly to that. But it was not Cregan that found offence in your appearance, but his men, some five of them.

Daemon dreams about this in Harrenhal. He dreams of five direwolves pulling you apart, limb from limb. He wakes up in a cold sweat because of it. When he rouses with word that a raven came telling of the conditions of his wife, he did not need to read its contents to be inspired to saddle Caraxes.

He makes his dragon land inside Winterfell and demands, "WHERE IS MY WIFE?!"

Cregan runs and meets him once he dismounted, leading him to your room.

His expression falls when he sees you. You were badly cut and beaten. You looked like you were ready to greet the Stranger. He grabs Cregan by his furs and hisses, "where are the men that did this?"

"I've sent them to the Wall," Stark raises a hand, indicating he did not want to fight.

"The Wall?" he shoves him away, "their heads should be on a sp-"

"They are my men. I will do with them as-"

"They outnumbered and ambushed my wife! You think they deserve the honor of keeping their heads?!"

Daemon was about to draw Dark Sister, until he heard a soft voice call his name. He turns to you, catching the way you stirred, and immediately comes to your side.

You weakly reach out a hand and he takes it. He is warm, a complete opposite to you. You feel lethargic but you manage to pull your lips into a semblance of a smile. You whisper, "you've come."

Your husband stares at you. He clutches your hand in both of his.

You rub his skin with your thumb.

He shakes his head, "I will exact your injuries of your attackers. They will regret the day they left their mothers' cunts."

You no longer have the energy to respond. You weakly smile at him before closing your eyes.

He stays with you until you fall asleep. He stay with you until he is told your eyes would no longer open again. He had to be subdued before he killed the maester that announced the news.

Cregan could do little to stop the prince and Caraxes from flying off to the Wall. He all but threatened to burn the whole of it down if your attackers did not come forth. And when they do, Daemon tells them to fight him or be fed to his dragon.

And so the fools attacked him, and were slain, and were fed to his dragon anyway. He flies back to Harrenhal after, and you haunt him in his dreams.

[thepaperpanda]

A Whiteout || Tommy Shelby x wife!reader

Masterlist ❄

Summary: Tommy enjoys spending time with you during a whiteout.

Warnings: none

Word count: 713

Authors: Bear & Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Stuck Inside a Snowstorm

Tommy gazed out the window pane into the raging snowstorm that was turning his house snow-white. However happy he was, although he loved winter, part of him longed to wrap the trees in woolens and make woolen garments for those who could not find shelter in his own home. Although he used to be considered a dangerous man, he was only doing what any man would do - protecting his loved ones and ensuring a decent living for them.

"Isn't it beautiful? There's something magical about all the snow falling down and covering the earth," you whispered, holding a mug of freshly brewed coffee in your hands as you walked into his office. You handed him the mug as he turned to you.

With a quiet and short thank you escaping his lips, Tommy accepted the mug, returning his attention to the world outside the window. "You're more than right, Y/N."

"It's just a shame we're stuck in here," you sighed before taking a sip of your drink. In fact, you didn't mean it that way - despite its beauty, winter was cruel enough to lock people inside their homes. Even though you disliked the low temperatures, you didn't complain. Tommy was always out running his shady businesses, while you stayed home and waited till late at night for him to return home to join you in bed. A chance like this to spend more time with your husband was like gold to you. "Come, there's the warmth of the fireplace in the living room. It's all nice and cozy."

Your pleas soon prompted Tommy to join you in front of the fireplace, where the fire danced happily, its tongues licking wood locks placed there by you.

With a smile, you set down your cup and wrapped your arms around his arm, enjoying his closeness.

When the clouds were a woolen gray shawl above the town, Tommy could still feel your shared happy memories and your presence itself emanated warmth, warming his soul up.

The moment was nice, but you needed something more. A brilliant idea suddenly struck you, and you got up from your place. 

As you walked to Tommy's gramophone, you picked out a vinyl and put it on; it was a nice slow song, and it would be perfect for dancing to. "Tommy?"

In a flash, Tommy grasped your idea - he got up from his seat, set the mug down on a wooden table, then approached you and gripped your waist with one hand, placing the other on your hip as he started slowly rocking with you to the rhythm of the music.

"It is just like our wedding day," you whispered, nuzzling his chest. "Perhaps getting stuck at home because of the snow wasn't so disastrous. I can finally spend some time with my husband."

He spun you slowly while his fingers caressed your back. "I know. I enjoy snuggling up next to you throughout this cold season."

"It's too bad you're not doing it more frequently. I miss you when you are out, doing God knows what all day."

He reminded you with a soft tap on the bridge of your nose, "Only because of my business do we have what we do. I'll try to spend more time with you, I promise."

"I know Tommy, I know. I just miss you so much. Not to mention that I am worried about you."

Tommy's grip on your waist grew tighter as snow fluttered outside the window. "You're the stunning wife of mine, and I adore how near we are getting."

As you pulled him into a gentle kiss, you chuckled softly, "I'd love to get even closer if I may be honest."

Tommy rubbed his face into your hair and mumbled, "Snow came down as heaven's sunlit glitter to bring our earth to a fresh sheen. Didn't it come as a remedy for our longings? For us wanting to be close again? Just you and I?"

You took his hand in yours and quietly said, "I think you're right. I've got an idea." Gently pulling him toward the staircase, you suggested, "How about spending this cold time in our comfy, warm bed together?"

A seed of anticipation sprouted as a tiny grin spread across his lips. "That's some brilliant idea."

[self-shipyard]

I just want to say one more time:

Thank you so much everyone for all of the love and support and kind words you all have given us! It was definitely a lot more content than I thought I was going to make, so it really does mean a lot to me that you all followed along until the end.

I do promise that one drawing is the last time you all will be tagged!

We really are grateful for your support, so thank you again from the bottom of our hearts ❤

I'm sorry, I'm still very sappy from yesterday... 💕

[plaidbooks]

Sonny Carisi

**denotes smut

⛄️ = Holiday bingo 2020

💕= Valentine’s bingo 2021

☀ = Summer Bingo 2021

🎇 = Moodboard Bingo 2021

🍂 = Fall Bingo 2021

❄ = Holiday Bingo 2021

🍰 = Birthday Bingo 2022

~~NSFW ALPHABET~~**

~~SFW ALPHABET~~

~~Ficlets~~

Just get Home

Oh! You��re Jealous!

Are You Flirting with Me?

Am I Your Lockscreen?

A gentle kiss that turns passionate

A hello/goodbye kiss that needs no thought

Kissing away tears

“Let me fix your tie”

“I bet you think you’re cute letting them run their hands all over you”**

Controlling a remote Vibe**

Reading

A gentle “I love you” after a soft kiss, then a stronger kiss

Kisses where one person is in the other’s lap

Staring at lips before a kiss & a soft kiss, break for “I love you”, then a stronger kiss

“Have you been drinking enough water?”

“Wait” + “Stay with me”

“You’re cold, take my jacket”

“Can I give you a hug? You look upset”

“I have an extra ticket. Would you like to go with me?”

“You’re the first person I think of when I wake up”

“No.... No! Come on, I can’t lose you!” / “I’ll always be by your side”

“Your bedhead is really cute”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror” + “half the time, I got too embarrassed to say anything”

“You are so beautiful--so fucking beautiful” + “It was always you”**

“Don’t you hurt a single hair on her head!”

Trick or Treat 🍂

Twice  🍂

One Call Away 🍂

Mittens/Cold Hands 🍂

A Merry Christmas

Baby’s First Christmas ❄

~~Multichapter Stories~~

The Detective and the Teacher ch. 1 / ch. 2** / ch. 3**  ⛄️

Learning Something New  ⛄️ / Something Sweet**  ⛄️ 

A Glimpse of the Future  ⛄️ / Part 2** / Part 3** / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5 / Part 5.5  💕

Dating Pains / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Study Buddy / Part 2 💕

R&R / Part 2**

The R Drug** ☀ / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

For Our Girl feat. Mike Dodds** ☀  / Part 2 feat. Mike Dodds**

Ask a Dad 🍰  / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Cabin Life - woodsman!Sonny au masterlist

The Big Leagues - a baseball!AU masterlist

~~Oneshots~~

I’m Okay

Unwind**

First Snow

Secret Santa

Mr. and Mrs. Claus

Wrapping Presents  ⛄️

Mistletoe**  ⛄️

Rough Days**

Love Hurts

Jealousy

Feeling Full**

Past Mistakes

Heated Confessions

Nostalgia (not a reader insert)

Dark on Me

Home**

A Single Lie

Hip-notizing**

Marriage Night**

CPS

Tree Down

Destressing**

Misunderstandings

4 Scenes

Assaulted

Made for Cuddling

New Year’s Surprise**

Undercover

Bickering

Kinks**

Bartering Pain

Fling

New Girl

Bad Decisions

Drinks**

I Needed You

There For You**

Overworked**

Here’s To Trying**

My Beautiful Rose  💕

Make It Up** 💕

100% Smitten  💕

Bella’s Wedding**  💕

Asthma

24 Hour Flu 💕

Lack of Communication 💕 (not a Sonny x reader)

Liquid Courage

Buried

Sorry Ma’am

Did All You Could

Good Girl**

Taken Care Of**

Locked Out

Sex Club

Blue Carnations

Unbiased Help

Dress Blues** (fic 200)

Feeling Cold

Flirt it Out

Guardian Angel

Some Space

Missed Your Taste** ☀

Caught**

Friends

Autumn Leaves 🎇

Once Upon a Time feat. Mike Dodds 🎇

3am Cookies 🎇

Protection 🎇

Rough Beginnings 🎇

Payback

Bachelorette Parties**

Second Thoughts

Turkey Dinners ❄

Building Blocks ❄

Warm Milk

Ripped Dress ❄

Sonni 🍰

Almost Valentine’s Date 🍰

A Normal Day 🍰

Warm It Up

[self-shipyard]

💍 💋 🎡

-selfshippery

Hey selfshippery! Thank you for the asks!

💍: What’s your dream wedding?

Oh gosh, this one makes me think about our wedding back in August. I think it was perfect the way it happened; a little chapel in the Italian country-side with our reception at the nearby ruins, the places all decorated with flowers of the blue and pink variety, our friends and coworkers in attendance... Him waiting for me at the end of the aisle... Eyes all soft and ready to start crying...

Has it really been seven months already...?

💋: Where are your favorite places to kiss your f/o/where are their favorite places to kiss you?

For me, I love kissing his lips and the back of his neck! Those lips are just so soft and sweet to taste... So kissable, you know? And as for the back of the neck, he's really sensitive around there. I am the ONLY one he lets touch that spot, and I love to show him that he's safe in my arms by pressing a kiss against there. Every time I do, he just seems to melt, and I think it's lovely.

For Gh.ia, he loves kissing my lips and my shoulders! He says he feels so close to me whenever we kiss on the lips, and it shows because he loves caressing my face when we do. As for the shoulder, his face will often be buried into my shoulder, whether it's when we cuddle or when I'm working on something, and he hugs me from behind. It's become his way of saying "Hello my dear, I'm here and I love you!"

🎡: What are your favorite activities to do together?

Quite a few things, actually! We love going out for car rides together, especially when it's late at night and the city is all aglow... He looks so pretty in the dim lights... I'm getting ahead of myself. We'll go all over our city and just admire each other the view. (Although, I would say the best view sits in the driver's seat...) It's really nice when it's a clear night and he can retract the car hood and let the wind rush through our hair. We have to be careful, though - we both have curly hair and oh boy, can we both get all fluffy... He is really cute with his hair all puffed out though...

[self-shipyard]

One more day... One more day, Gh.iaccio and I will be married.

Throughout today, I've been even more tender than I usually am for him. Every love song has made me yearning for him. Every love suggestion I've seen has made me think about our love and what it took to get here. Even the small things have caused my heart to swell up with adoration for this man that I'll very soon get to call "my husband".

I couldn't be more excited for the moment to arise. In fact, it's been a while since I've done this, but I even made a little something for myself for tomorrow...

It's not much, but looking at it even now is giving me a deep feeling of pride. He'd love it, I bet.

I can imagine us, in the comfort of our own home after the wedding feeding each other slices of it... The familiar hum of the radio as our favorite songs play... Us holding one another close enough to feel our hearts beating as one... The sweet kisses we'd share...

Tomorrow can't get here fast enough... I love him so much 💕

[self-shipyard]

(WIP) Plague Spouses!

I said I wasn't going to do much for this Halloween, but I'm on break from anatomy studies and wanted to make a quick sketch. So, I sketched myself and Gh.ia as plague doctors!

(Well, plague doctor and plague nurse)

I'm planning to iron out this sketch and add little details to it when I go on my next break, and if I do, I will post it before the witching hour!

[self-shipyard]

Dude I was at work all day the day of your wedding and for that I am SO SORRY! But I just read all 4 fics you wrote and AAAAAAAAAAAA!!! CONGRADULATIONS!!!!!! Seriously, I am so, so, so, SO happy for you!!!!!!!! Congrats a billion times over!!!!! 💗💖💝💗💖💝

AAAAAAA Thank you so much!!!! I'm still coming down from cloud nine 💕💖💗💖

And no worries! I know that everyone's schedule is so different, so the mentions are definitely a blessing

All the same, thank you so much again for your support! It really means a lot to me 🥰

[self-shipyard]

"I know I've found in you my endless love..."

[Saturday, August 14th 2021 at 2:00 PM EST]

[self-shipyard]

"I Will (Pt. 4): The Ceremony" - A Self-Ship Wedding Fic

SYNOPSIS: The final part of a special, four-part fic in which, after what felt like forever, the ceremony finally begins.

Word Count: 1770

CW: Wedding Fluff, Emotional Bursts, Crying

Tag List: @guthound, @danieladimitrescu, @puppyships, @ava-ships, @awesomedanganronpaconfessions, @sinners-call-me-baby, @reigenhusband, @that-autistic-team-skull-grunt, @noellojello, @somethingscarlet13, @spookymasonjar, @vanityloves, @valor-selfships

Note: I left an extra something at the bottom of this work. I will likely post it separately later on, but for now, I hope you enjoy the final leg of the journey. And thank you for coming along with us. ❤

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4

Everyone in the chapel watched quietly as Pesci skipped a little down the aisle and scattered white rose petals along the aisle, being careful not to step on any of them on his way over.

Ghiaccio watched him too, with all the intensity of a hawk.

It wasn't something he could help; Pesci's presence meant for certain that Lumaca could walk in at any minute now, and that made his heart somehow race even faster.

Any minute now, the love of his life will be marrying him.

Any minute now…

Pesci passed by the front of the altar, making sure to give the groom a smile and a thumbs-up gesture before taking his place, which was next to Risotto, who was sure to give him a little pat on the back for a job well done, and behind Melone, who quickly noticed how even tenser Ghiaccio had become.

“Take some breaths, Ghiaccio,” he whispered to him. “We don’t need you passing out right in front of God and everyone, alright?”

Ghiaccio turned and gritted his teeth at his attempt at humor.

“I’m not going to pass out,” he whisper-shouted back. “I’m not just going to forget how to breathe because of my nerves, damn it.”

“Well see… Just keep your breath steady, alright?”

“I…” he gulped in an attempt to steady his emotions. “I’ll try… But-.”

“All rise for the entrance of the bride,” the pastor’s voice suddenly filled the chapel.

Ghiaccio’s head instantly whipped around to face the door, eyes widened and beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

The brief moment of silence that followed as everyone focused on the entryway did nothing to ease his nerves. What was in turn a few seconds felt like long hours to him. It dawned on him that his entire world really was about to change, and it couldn’t seem to happen fast enough.

At long last, the doors drifted opened.

In the doorway stood Lumaca, her right arm linked into Prosciutto’s left, and her left-hand clutching onto the bouquet of white roses. Her dress just barely touched the floor and her veil shrouded her face, though it wasn’t hard to see that her eyes were on the ground, as though she were bracing herself.

Everyone in the room felt a sense of awe upon seeing the bride, but none so more than the groom did. In that moment, he even forgot how to breathe.

As she made her way down the aisle, she looked up to meet his gaze from across the room, and time held its breath for them.

If gazes could speak, theirs would tell the whole world of how in love with each other they felt. Theirs would tell those memories they held so fondly. Theirs would tell how their souls had been craving this even before they met.

They held that gaze up until she was in arms reach of him. This was when he stretched out his hand to her and she took it into her own hand, releasing herself from the arm of her father figure at the same time.

There they stood facing the altar, hand in loving hand.

The pastor walked to his place in front of them, the ceremonial script in his hands. As soon as everyone had taken their seats once again, he opened the script book and began to read from it

“Dearly beloved,” he began. “Friends, family, fellow man… We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two spirits. Today, two hearts will become one in the act of matrimony…”

The words faded into the background for the bride and the groom.

They were too lost in each other’s eyes to really notice what was being said. In comparison to the pastor’s voice, the love that they felt between them was loud and joyous even though there was only a calm, understanding quietness between them. It was even so loud that it deafened Prosciutto’s voice as he read through the ceremony reading, though they could hear each word within their hearts.

“A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we’re pretending to be. Each unveils the best part of the other. No matter what else goes wrong around us, with that one person we’re safe in our own paradise…”

After letting the last word echo throughout the room, Prosciutto gave a short bow and returned to the bride’s side of the altar with the bridesmen. Lumaca briefly came out of her lovesick trance to give him a little smile that he was quick to return.

Sorbet held out his hand so he could hold on to her bouquet for the next part.

“Thank you,” the pastor said. “Will the bride and the groom face one another for the pledge of intent?”

Now it was Ghiaccio’s turn to come out of his trance. When he heard those words, he blinked and made a low, started noise before quickly facing his bride with his hands enveloping hers.

She faced him too, eyes locked onto his and fingers stroking at his palm as an act of reassurance.

The pastor looked down at his script, pausing for a second to read the names of the couple. Their real names were there, though according to the notes, they had requested to be called “Lumaca” and “Ghiaccio” for the verbal parts of the ceremony. Confused, but not deterred, he continued.

“Ghiaccio ,” he addressed the groom. “Do you take Lumaca to be your lawfully wedded wife, to share your life openly, standing with her in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, in hardships and in ease, to cherish and love forever more? If so, say I will.”

Without any hesitation, he responded, “I will.”

“Lumaca ,” the pastor turned to the bride next. “Do you take Ghiaccio to be your lawfully wedded husband, to share your life openly, standing with him in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, in hardships and in ease, to cherish and love forever more? If so, say I will.”

She was also quick to respond with “I will.”

With a subtle hand motion, the pastor gestured for Sorbet and Melone to present the rings to the pair, who both turned to their respective person to take hold of their spouse’s beautifully crafted piece of silver.

“Now,” he announced. “The bride and the groom will present their vows and rings to one another.”

Taking that as his cue, Ghiaccio held out his left hand to her with the ring cradled in his right. As soon as she slipped her left hand into it, he looked into her eyes. She could feel his hand tremble and could see his eyes had become misty.

He took a deep breath and began to recite his vows.

“I will always spend every moment with you, because every second lives in my heart. I will always nurse you back to health, because I live to see you thrive. I will always celebrate your victories, because you are my greatest pride. I will always give you my shoulder to cry on, because I want to be your rock. I will always try to make you smile, because it lights up my whole world. I will always cherish you as my…”

He paused, his breath hitching softly.

“I will always cherish you as my… wife, because… Because-!”

Suddenly, Ghiaccio’s body hunched over and his forehead pressed against her knuckles.

She froze as a worried pang clenched at her heart. This worry was shared with the observing crowd, causing small gasps and murmurs. However, before she could say or do anything, the room fell silent as his voice let out a choked sob. She felt his tears landing against her hand.

It made the tears she had been trying to hold back for so long started to roll down her cheeks.

After a quiet moment of sobbing, he lifted his head back up to look at her. His lips trembled and his face had turned red. Tears still streamed down his face, but he swallowed down his sobs and gave her a soft smile.

“Because you are the one who completes me…”

She covered her mouth with the back of her right hand, letting it get wet with her tears as she used it to quiet her sobs and hold his ring at the same time. That’s all she could do as he carefully slipped the ring onto her left hand.

Hesitantly, she pulled her left hand away and turned it over for him to place his own left hand on top of, which he did while the rest of his tears fell.

Now it was her turn to say her vows. Never once taking her eyes off of him, she took a breath and started to say them.

“Your love is like a lighthouse; it protects me and guides me through the dark. So, I promise to be your keeper; I will always care for you and keep your light shining. Your heart is like fire; burning wildly and spreading your flames into mine. So, I promise to be your water; I will always ease your heart's flame when it gets too high. Your soul is like the ocean waves; you hold many beautiful wonders to show me. So, I promise to be your boat; I will always belong to you and bring your beauty to the light."

She closed her eyes for a brief second, sniffling and letting more tears fall from her eyes. Her voice broke as she finished her vows.

"You are my muse and my motivation… you inspire me even when my hope is lost. So, I… I promise to be your wife; I will always love you and treasure you."

He watched her, eyes wide and filled with tears. He bit down on his lip to stop himself from weeping, which he almost broke down to do the second he felt her slip the silver ring onto his left finger.

Their hands enveloped into each other, their palms feeling the rings on each other’s finger.

“By the power vested in me,” the pastor announced. “And by those in witness of their union, I pronounce you as man and wife.”

Warm smiles spread across their lips and their eyes shone with joyful tears.

At last...

“Congratulations. You may kiss.”

...

[self-shipyard]

"I Will (Pt. 3): The Arrival" - A Self-Ship Wedding Fic

SYNOPSIS: The third part of a four-part fic in which everyone gathers in the chapel and prepares for the big moment.

Word Count: 1813

CW: Pre-Wedding Fluff, Mild In-Character Swearing, Anxiety

Tag List: : @guthound, @danieladimitrescu, @puppyships, @ava-ships, @awesomedanganronpaconfessions, @sinners-call-me-baby, @reigenhusband, @that-autistic-team-skull-grunt, @noellojello, @somethingscarlet13, @spookymasonjar, @vanityloves, @valor-selfships

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4

The little church rested against the grassy Tuscania countryside. It was a rustic little building, made of old bricks and holding a wooden crucifix over the roof. Its staircase had a white satin stair runner over top and the sides were adorned with wildflowers and lit candles, despite the sun being high in the blue sky. There was even an arch of greenery which framed the church’s big wooden door.

It set the theme for a beautiful August wedding.

Lumaca could just barely see it from the car window and through her veil. The sight of it made her heart race. She might’ve even fainted, had not a hand reached over to touch her shoulder and to bring her back down.

Her eyes darted from the window to Sorbet.

“Are you okay?” Sorbet asked.

“Yeah, are you?” Gelato piped up from his place next to Sorbet, his hand reaching around to pat her lap. “You’re looking a little pale. Do you need anything?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” Lumaca softly replied. “It’s just my nerves...”

“Hey,” Formaggio said from the passenger’s seat. “If it makes you feel any better, just thought I’d let you know that I attended a bee wedding about a week ago.”

“Oh, is that so?” Gelato responded for her.

“Yup!” he continued. “It was nice to know that he found his honey.”

Formaggio and Gelato both laughed at the corny joke and Lumaca simply smiled, taking joy from their laughter. However, Prosciutto, who had been driving for the past fifteen minutes with a bouquet of white roses in his lap, couldn’t do likewise.

“Come on,” he muttered. “That was bad.”

“Hey now,” Formaggio defended himself. “Those two are digging it. Besides, when you got charms like mine, you don’t have to be that good with the words. It’s all about how you deliver it, you know?”

“Hey, look!” Gelato suddenly piped up with his finger pointed towards the window. “There’s Pesci. How long has the boy been waiting out there for?”

“I hope not for long,” Lumaca commented, a pang of guilt in her voice.

“Ah don’t worry about him, my dear.” Gelato patted her lap. “He’s always been so patient.”

After parking the car near the side of the chapel, where other vehicles sat in the afternoon sun, Prosciutto took hold of the bouquet and went to help Lumaca out of the car. Everyone else was quick to follow the pair, with Sorbet and Gelato close behind and Formaggio at the end of the little procession.

Pesci looked up from his seat on the stairs and his eyes lit up the minute he saw them approaching him. He jumped up and rushed to meet them, leaving his basket on the step. Lumaca would’ve met him halfway, if not for the fact that her arm was linked to Prosciutto’s. So instead, she reached her free hand out to grab hold of his.

“Lumaca!” he beamed, holding her hand in both of his. “I knew you’d be here on time! I was starting to get a little worried.”

“Pesci, you mammone,” Prosciutto grunted before Lumaca could say anything. “You shouldn’t have been worried. I wouldn’t have let her miss her own wedding day, would I?”

“Ah.” Pesci looked down. “Sorry, aniki.”

Lumaca watched as Pesci’s nerves dimmed his excitement. Feeling sorry for him, she shook his hands to grab his attention.

“It’s okay, Pesci!” she assured him. “I appreciate how much you care.”

He gave her a soft smile as some of the light returned to his face.

“Thank you Lumaca... You look really beautiful, by the way. You’re going to make everyone’s jaw drop.”

“You think so?” she blushed.

“I know so!” His grip on her hand went a little tighter. “Especially Ghiaccio’s jaw. Oh, he’s going to be so happy to see you!”

“Well, I hope he doesn’t mind seeing a couple extra pretty faces come down the aisle first,” Formaggio piped up with a grin, already walking ahead of the group to the chapel doors. “At any rate, we better go take our places, right Gelato?”

“Right behind you,” Gelato replied, practically skipping along behind him.

…

The chapel was as small on the inside as it was on the outside. It was lit by the afternoon sunlight pouring in through the windows, giving everything a gentle glow to it. Much like the staircase, the sides of the mahogany pews that faced the altar had also been decorated with wildflowers.

Attendees sitting in the pews consisted of a small crowd of people, including other members of their team and some friends of the bride. All of their voices resonated throughout the room, mingling softly with conversations from amongst themselves and even from the groomsmen.

The groom, however, was silent.

Ghiaccio had taken to thinking of Lumaca as a way to keep himself distracted from the nerves that drenched his forehead in sweat.

Memories flooded his head, giving his chest a warm, tingling feeling. He remembered everything, from the day they met and their first mission to their first date and their first kiss. The day they decided to move in together and those happy little moments between then and the evening he proposed.

That look in her eyes as she agreed to give him her hand in marriage… So sweet…

Thump!

Ghiaccio was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of the wooden doors opening. His head jolted up and his eyes went wide behind his glasses. The room fell silent and everyone turned their heads to look at the big wooden doors.

The bridesmen walked in.

Formaggio strolled down between the pews, a serious look clouding his eyes as he focused on the task at hand. Gelato followed behind, regarding everyone he passed with the same curiosity of a cat. They quietly took their places at the bride’s side of the altar, approximately in the same sort of placement the groomsmen had taken.

Ghiaccio’s hand went up to feel his heart rate. It went down, but not by much.

“Fuck…” he muttered to himself whilst pushing his glasses closer to his face

“Ghiaccio,” a voice whispered behind him.

He turned around to see Melone, who had just reached out with his free hand to give him a pat on the back. His other hand held a small pillow, upon which rested a small, silver ring with a sapphire embedded into it.

Lumaca’s ring.

“Remember, we’re here to make sure everything’s alright,” he continued. “Try to relax, okay?”

Ghiaccio gave a quiet hum in response before turning back to resume his thoughts. Only, he found it was getting harder to concentrate, as the thought of her walking in and down the aisle towards him clouded his mind.

That thought made him gently whimper to himself.

…

“You have what I need?” Sorbet asked, his eyes focusing on Pesci and his hands carefully adjusting Lumaca’s veil.

“Oh, of course! Hang on a second,” Pesci assured as he made his way back to the chapel’s staircase.

He took hold of his basket and gently fished his hands through the rose petals. As soon as he felt the two items that Sorbet needed graze his fingertips, his face lit up. Carefully, he pulled out a small pillow and an even smaller sack from the pile of petals.

“You didn’t have anything else to carry those things in?” Prosciutto inquired as he made adjustments to the bride’s bouquet in his hands.

Pesci met his furrowed look with a sheepish grin.

He stood straight up and walked back to the three remaining members of the bride team, bringing the pillow and the sack with him.

“Not really, no,” he gulped. “I uhm… Had to make do with what I had.”

Sorbet held out his hand and Pesci placed the pillow overtop before prying open the sack with his fingers. Within a few seconds, he had a silver ring with a small ruby embedded into it placed on top of the pillow.

Ghiaccio’s ring.

“Hmm,” Prosciutto sighed. “I suppose you didn’t have much of a choice then. I’m proud of you for making do with that you had… All I ask is that you be careful of the petals next time. We don’t need them to be crushed.”

“Okay, aniki; I’ll remember that!” Pesci smiled, too polite to tell him that Melone had already said something similar.

“Thank you so much, Pesci,” Lumaca muttered happily, the sight of the piece of silver and the thought of it on her husband-to-be’s left hand making her giddy. “In fact, thank you guys for your help.”

“We appreciate the thought,” Sorbet told her. “But don’t thank us just yet. Save it for the reception.”

Just then, the pastor poked his head out from between the doors and called for Sorbet to come inside. After giving him a nod and watching him slip back inside, he strutted towards the big wooden doors with the pillow balanced in his palm. He glanced towards Lumaca and gave her a nod that she gladly returned. With that, he pushed the doors open with his free hand and made his way inside.

As soon as the doors closed with a low thump!, Pesci looked towards Prosciutto.

“Aniki,” he asked. “Am I supposed to follow behind him with the flower petals right now?”

“Give him a couple of minutes first,” Prosciutto instructed him. “You’re going to be ahead of us by about a minute so you can scatter the petals around, then you’ll take your place on the groom’s side of the altar.”

“Okay, I can do that…” Pesci hummed as a thought crossed his mind. “You sure do know a lot about being a flower boy, huh?”

“I had to be one for our mother’s wedding,” Prosciutto admitted. “This was before you were born, of course, but I remember it well.”

“It must’ve been lovely,” Lumaca smiled warmly.

Prosciutto smiled back at her.

“It was,” he started to reminisce. “It had been the happiest I had seen her in a long time. A type of joy I can see all around you, in fact.”

She blushed quietly.

“Ah, it’s… It’s that noticeable?”

“It is.” Prosciutto agreed. “And it’s a good sign. It means that this is the start of a long, happy marriage.”

She bit her lip, trying her best not to start sobbing right then and there.

“Thank you…”

The brothers wrapped their arms around her in a group hug. She immediately had her arms around them as well.

“You two will go far,” Prosciutto whispered. “I know you will.”

After spending a long, quiet moment in the embrace, the trio pulled themselves away from each other and Pesci made his way towards the chapel stairs.

He took hold of the handle of his basket.

“I’ll see you both soon!” Pesci beamed at the pair before disappearing behind the doors.

(to be continued at 2:00 PM EST)

[self-shipyard]

"I Will (Pt. 1): The Bride Team" - A Self-Ship Wedding Fic

SYNOPSIS: The first part of a special, four-part fic in which the bridal team meets up and gets the blushing bride ready for the big day.

Word Count: 1478

CW: Pre-Wedding Fluff, Mild Swearing, Mild Tension

Tag List: @guthound, @danieladimitrescu, @puppyships, @ava-ships, @awesomedanganronpaconfessions, @sinners-call-me-baby, @reigenhusband, @that-autistic-team-skull-grunt, @noellojello, @somethingscarlet13, @spookymasonjar, @vanityloves, @valor-selfships

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4

"Turn your head," Sorbet instructed.

Lumaca looked up in the mirror at Sorbet as he held her curls in one hand and a brush in the other.

She had been studying herself in the mirror and thinking about her initial hesitation when he offered to help gussy her up for the big day. It wasn't that she didn't think he could do a good job; she knew he was an expert when it came to painting his and Gelato's nails. She had just worried about potentially bothering him with it.

Though, she was glad that he was so persistent in the end. After all, he did have the innate ability to make anything look lavish on a tight budget.

"Like this?" she asked, turning her head to the right.

"Yeah," he replied.

The brush's teeth glided through her hair, smoothing out any rough curls that were sticking out of her head. Each stroke smoothed it out more and more until he was able to hold all of her hair in one of his hands. Then, as gently as he could, he wrapped it up into a bun. He left two long strands on either side of her face.

He stepped back to study his work from afar, feeling rather proud of himself.

Then he noticed her shift in expression.

"You look nervous," he commented.

She looked up at him and gave him a little smile.

"I am a little," she admitted.

"What's wrong?" His head tilted slightly. "Today's a happy day."

"I am happy, Sorbet!" Her hand went to her chest. "I feel like my heart could explode right now; you know? It's racing like crazy."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, I mean after today, I get to..." She took a deep breath before continuing. "I get to spend the rest of my life with Ghiaccio. It's all I've been wanting and I'll get that privilege today. I'm just... Feeling a little overwhelmed with love, I guess..."

Sorbet sighed quietly to himself, and he kneeled down to her eye level.

"Ghiaccio feels the same way," Sorbet mumbled. "You should've heard him. Every day since you said yes, he's been rambling to me and Gelato. Rambling about how long he's been waiting for this. How he wants everything to be perfect for you. How he loves you so much."

Her eyes went wide, even sparkling a little.

His eyes, in the meanwhile, drifted to the ceiling as he continued on.

"I can't say we've ever seen him happier, and it's because of you..."

Sorbet stopped and looked back down at her when he heard her sniffle. Her hazel eyes shone with tears and her lips carried a smile that could challenge the warmth of the sun.

He squinted and pointed a finger at her.

"No crying, Lumaca."

"I'm sorry," she smiled as she began to fan her eyes with her hands. "I'm trying not to, but-!"

"No crying," he cut her off before she could work herself up even more. "Save that for when you go to meet your groom at the altar."

He realized a little too late that those words only made her even more emotional. Now she was biting into the inside of her lip in a vain attempt to stop her tears from falling.

"Sorbet, that's making it worse!" she giggled, a sound which awakened his playful side. If she was going to be like this, he figured he'd have a little fun with it. Who knows? Maybe, it'll loosen her up a little.

"Not my fault..."

He leaned in close to her ear and whispered into it.

"... Mrs. Ghiaccio.~"

She pulled away from him with a squeal, holding her ear and letting her laugh fill the room.

"Sorbet, you jerk!"

He too started to chuckle, taking some joy in hearing his friend laugh.

Their laughter was interrupted by the sound of a firm knock at the door. After motioning for her to stay seated, Sorbet got up and made his way to the sound of the knocking.

He peeked through the window.

"It's Formaggio and Prosciutto," he called back to her.

Within a matter of seconds, the front door had been swung open and in walked Formaggio with Prosciutto right behind him. They were both dressed for the occasion, in formalwear similar to what Sorbet was currently wearing; white collared shirts with red vests and ties, long black pants, and polished black dress shoes.

"Hey, hey!" Formaggio called out. "What's going on bride gang?"

"Hey, Formaggio!" Lumaca smiled over her shoulder at him. "Nice to see you're already dressed."

Formaggio held up a hand to his chest and let out a fake gasp.

"Why I'm surprised at you, Space Cadet!" The nickname made her scrunch up her nose a little. "You say that like I was hoping to skimp out for the occasion."

"Thank God you didn't," Prosciutto mumbled behind him. "A lot of us would've been pretty pissed off if you hadn't come prepared."

"Hey now," Formaggio tilted his head to look back with a grin at the other man. "I thought you were supposed to be the father of the bride, not MY father!"

Prosciutto sighed at him before turning his attention to the Man of Honor and the bride. "Good afternoon Sorbet and Luma...."

Taking one look at her made him stop and stare.

"Good afternoon, Prosciutto." she smiled.

Prosciutto gave himself a quiet moment to take it all in.

He knew this day was coming ever since she and Ghiaccio had announced the engagement, but now as he stared at her, it dawned on him that she, someone he saw as a daughter, really was going to be getting married.

And that he was going to be the one to give her away.

"You look beautiful," he commented, trying not to let emotion show in his voice.

"He's right, I mean damn Sorbet!" Formaggio suddenly chimed in before she had time to thank Prosciutto for his kind words. "You did a great job. Lumaca's looking good enough to eat."

She smiled warmly at his reaction.

"Thank you!"

Lumaca suddenly noticed that Formaggio had a devious glint in his eyes. Deep down, she and the others knew that he was wanting to add on some sort of suggestion. However, just as he had opened his mouth again, a knock came to the door.

Sorbet was quick to answer.

"Oh, thank God," he mumbled, looking out the window. "It's Gelato."

The door opened and in walked Gelato, dressed in similar formalwear to the others and his face a little frazzled. He and Sorbet greeted each other with a quick kiss.

"Ahh," Formaggio called out to the newcomer. "So, the last bridesman finally decides to show up."

"Shut your mouth, cheese head," Gelato laughed. "It's not my fault traffic was bad."

"What, just like it is every other meeting day?" Formaggio chuckled, while Sorbet closed the door behind them. "Buddy, it's okay to say that you overslept or something."

With a roll of his eyes, Gelato's attention went to Lumaca and his face lit up upon seeing her.

"Oh!" He gave a little wolf whistle that made Lumaca act all bashful. He trotted up next to her and kneeled once he was in range. "Well, would you look at that! Now, who could this principessa be getting married to, huh?"

"A handsome cavaliere with blue curls!" she chirped.

"What a lucky bastard he is," he chuckled while he stood back up. "Speaking of which, the wedding's in about twenty-five minutes, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Sorbet went up next to Gelato, his hand resting on the small of his back. "We were just about to leave."

Though her face was lit up with excitement, Lumaca's eyes gained a hint of anxiety.

"It's..." she took a deep breath. "It's time already?"

"Just about," Prosciutto commented, looking down at his watch. "Sorbet's right; we should be heading out since it'll take fifteen minutes for us to get there. Let the two of them help you up."

Sorbet and Gelato both held out a hand to Lumaca, who took hold of them both and rose from her seat. She was careful not to catch herself on her dress or the chair as she stood up to meet them.

"There we go!" Gelato chirped. "Now let's go! We don't want to keep the groom waiting, do we?"

Lumaca looked over at herself one last time in the mirror, and it dawned on her that a bride was staring right back at her. In that moment, she was looking into the eyes of someone who was on her way to marrying the love of her life. The thought alone started to make her head spin.

Masking these feelings for the time being, she turned to look at Gelato with a smile.

"No, I don't think we do!"

[self-shipyard]

Three More Days!!

The rest of the squad's been abuzz with talk about the upcoming wedding; the reactions have been quite different. For example, Pe.sci's been really excited to attend the wedding as our flower boy while Il.luso's been using the event as fodder to further tease me and Gh.iaccio. (I have to remind Il.luso that someone close to him is going to be in attendance for the wedding. That shuts him up pretty quickly.)

Be prepared to hear a little bit about how both sides have been getting ready for the wedding over the next three days (at 12 PM EST) before the big moment!

Also, we have a wedding playlist, if you want to have a listen!

Man, three more days...

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[self-shipyard]

The wedding fic really did end up being longer than I thought it would (four parts, in fact), but that's okay! I plan to spread it out between Thursday and Saturday to make it more digestible.

I'm currently taking a break from finishing the final part of the fic because... This is even harder than when I had to finish writing "Blackbird". I'm really trying not to let myself get too emotional but... Rereading certain lines in it...

This is really happening...!

[self-shipyard]

Five More Days!

Five more days until the wedding day! Time feels like it's passing so quickly. At the same time, it doesn't feel like it's going fast enough. Neither one of us can wait. And yet we've both been finding ourselves in each other's arms a lot more than usual to help us feel less overwhelmed (especially him coming to me... my poor baby has been stressed, but that's okay because I'm there to ease him.)

For now, here's what we had planned! We decided to go to Tuscania for the wedding since it's close in proximity to our honeymoon destination. It'll be small yet simple, with our squad and the RSVP-ers (along with their F/Os if applicable) in attendance!

This is going to be the best, I can already feel it!

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