#Bride and Groom wedding Mexico

[destinationweddings]

Luxury Wedding in Riviera Maya

The Riviera Maya in Mexico is a stunning destination for a luxury wedding. With its beautiful beaches, lush jungle, and rich culture, it's no surprise that the Riviera Maya is a popular wedding destination for couples from all over the world. Here is a guide to planning a luxury wedding in Riviera Maya:

Venue:

The Riviera Maya has a variety of beautiful venues to choose from for a luxury wedding. One of the most popular options is a beachfront resort. These resorts offer stunning views of the Caribbean Sea and can accommodate both large and small weddings. Some of the top resorts include the Grand Velas Riviera Maya and the Rosewood Mayakoba.

For a unique experience, couples can also consider renting a private villa. The Riviera Maya is home to many luxurious villas that offer stunning ocean views and privacy. Some of the most beautiful villas include Casa del Agua and Casa San Francisco.

Catering:

Mexico is known for its delicious cuisine, and the Riviera Maya is no exception. Couples can incorporate traditional Mexican dishes into their wedding menu, such as ceviche and tacos al pastor. For a more formal dining experience, couples can also consider a gourmet menu that features locally sourced ingredients.

Entertainment:

The Riviera Maya is home to a vibrant nightlife scene, and there are plenty of options for entertainment at a luxury wedding. Couples can hire a live band or DJ to keep the party going all night long. For a more cultural experience, couples can also consider a traditional Mayan dance performance.

Activities:

The Riviera Maya offers a variety of activities for guests to enjoy during their stay. Couples can organize group excursions to explore the local Mayan ruins, snorkel in the crystal-clear waters, or take a sunset sail on a catamaran. For a more relaxing experience, guests can also enjoy a day at the spa or a round of golf at one of the area's many world-class golf courses.

Conclusion:

The Riviera Maya is the perfect location for couples who want to celebrate their love in a luxurious and unforgettable way. From stunning venues to delicious cuisine and endless entertainment options, the Riviera Maya has everything a couple could want for their big day. With its beautiful beaches and rich culture, the Riviera Maya is sure to provide a memorable wedding experience for both the couple and their guests.

[hexgaywire]

"Wedding (Photographer) Crasher"

Hex Haywire × Reader Wedding Photographer AU

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Rating: Explicit

Gender: Gender neutral until Smut hits, then it's Female (you can still read it but during smut reader has a vag sorry 🧍🏻‍♂️)

Warnings: OOC Hex, Swearing, implied mentions of stalking (but not really), drinking, unprotected seggs, biting mentions, other then that it's pretty vanilla, slow burn 🗣️, happy ending 🫰

Word count: 9,364 (JESUS)

Guide to read this: "chapter will be separated with a "-" and a gap. Smut will not be marked so please be warned.

A/N: Ladies, gentleman, theys, WE FUCKING DID IT. It's a long read but honestly, and I'm biased, a good read. Thank you to @mystaposts for giving me ideas and input and genuinely letting me keep track of my progress while I write. Love you mwah. I genuinely have never written something this long and it's been a journey. I've also never written and AU this obscure before. I started this on vacation and then finished it a month after I got back LMFAO. Anyway please enjoy!

You can also read this on AO3 if you prefer that format better here

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It's your friend's wedding, you're a photographer, she's having a destination wedding; how could you say no! You arrived in Mexico, struggled through customs with your broken Spanish and got to your hotel with nothing but coffee and sheer willpower alone. You text the wedding coordinator and she tells you you'll be meeting with her and the... other photographer ,which you are just NOW finding out about, at the venue to set up. You've shot weddings before; loads of times actually, it's actually one of your favorite events to photograph. You don't work for a company for a reason, you hate other people ruining your creative vision, plus once you're in the zone you hate being interrupted. Your friend left that detail out that you'd be working with.. another photographer.

You take a deep sigh, you really can't complain. It's her wedding day, you got free accommodations in exchange for taking some photos. You really can't complain. The hotel was gorgeous. It had a nice view of the city despite only being on the 3rd floor. You change and pack a bag full of all the equipment you don't wanna be taking to the venue the actual day of the ceremony and a few tripods and head off to go meet this mystery photographer you'll be working with for the weekend.

Lucky for you the venue was only a short stroll away from your accommodations. The venue vastly understated on how gorgeous it was, decked out in beautiful flowers and extravagant decor which went beautifully with the Spanish inspired build of the place, it had two staircases and a little inside balcony overlooking the venue (perfect place to shoot) which eventually led out to a huge outside balcony looking over the ocean. You pause to wonder how much this must've cost but quickly forget about it when another man walks in looking just as in awe as you probably did. He was tall, dressed in all black, messy steel colored hair, some black dispersed in different parts of his hair and the most gorgeous green eyes that peered out at you over a pair of glasses. He stares at you and before he can open his mouth the wedding coordinator runs in.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, there was a cake mishap, it's all handled now but let me tell you I'm-" she pauses and clears her throat. "Apologizes... I see you two have at least seen each other. Y/N, Hex Haywire. Hex, This is Y/N." You glance at Hex again as he glances back at you. "I thought I'd be working alone." You respond flatly. Hex scoffs. " Me too, I wasn't told I'd be working with a rookie." Your jaw must drop to the floor because Hex gives a sly smile. "I'm a friend of the bride thank you, and also own my own photography business." You grit your teeth. "Friend of the groom. Also own my own business." He shrugs and produces a business card from his pocket holding it to your face. You roll your eyes and before you quip back on a 'my dick is bigger than your dick' contest the coordinator jumps into the conversation.

"Ehm let's get back to discussing when I'll need you." She glares at you. "Both of you." She continues. "Tomorrow we need you here early to take photos of the finished venue. There are still a lot of little details we have to get done tonight and tomorrow morning but regardless it should be more flushed out tomorrow. After that the bride and groom will get ready and respectively you'll be taking photos of the getting ready process. Then the first look both the bride and groom specifically asked for to get photographed so please be on your A game for that. Then the ceremony takes place, you'll be taking photos there during the ceremony as well as the after party. The bride also requested before the ceremony so you can take photos of the family, all the bridesmaids and groomsmen. Do you understand what's being asked of you?" The both of you nod. " Great! Feel free to get familiar with the venue, discuss how you'll be conducting the process... Civilly… please… ." The coordinator sighs before setting off to continue her duties.

You sigh, setting some of your equipment in the corner. Grabbing your camera from your bag you glance around to figure out where you're going first. Hex follows suit and the two of you stare at each for a moment. What the fuck was the bride thinking. This guy is a total dick, sure you don't know him but the vibe he gives off.. you can't quite place it but you just wanna rub his face in the dirt. So you resort to something a bit more sinister. Lying. "Honestly I don't know what the bride was thinking about getting both of us, I can handle all of this by myself. I don't work with other photographers because it makes the editing process so much worse because you walk into my shot and I have to Photoshop you out-" " I won't, I'm not an idiot." He cuts in. " I don't like other people fucking with my business either." He folds his arms. "If anyone is getting in anyone's shit it's gonna be you for sure Rookie." He states flatly before turning heel to go scout the venue. You glare and consider lying and telling your friend your flight got canceled. But you're in too deep, and she bought your flight… you're not getting out of this one easily.

"Aren't you gonna survey the area?" Hex calls down from the inside balcony. "What is your problem? I went to school for photography and have a degree. I'm not a rookie, and I'd advise you to keep your remarks to yourself." You call up before grabbing your camera from your bag to take some test shots. “Whatever you say, Rookie." Hex scoffs and before you can retort you find a good spot to test shot. You can't let some dude get in the way of your work.

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A few hours pass, and you think you've mapped out a pattern that'll work best. You also found spots where photographers definitely had their tripods so you had a location for those as well. Hex has also been working diligently. He may be a dick but he's a dick who knows what he's doing at least. You can give credit where it's due even if you aren't thrilled about it. He seems to have also made peace with where he is gonna shoot. The two of you both head back to the equipment you set out and The coordinator meets you both outside on your way out. "I'll see you both here tomorrow morning! Thank you for your cooperation." You smile and begin your trek back to the hotel... But Hex is following you.

You knew it he had to be a fucking weirdo or something. After a couple minutes where it's no longer deemed a coincidence you turn around. " Do you have a fucking problem? " You ask sharply. " He looks a little taken back. "Sorry?" He looks around. "Are you talking to me?" You sigh exasperated. "Yes you, you're following and have been for the last several minutes. I knew something was off about you stalker." He laughs, your frown deepens. " This isn't funny, I don't know you and the fact that you're tailing the competition is honestly a little fucked." " What hotel are you staying at? " He asks. " I'm not telling you that. Again I don't know if you're following me or no-" " You're an actual idiot you know that? The bride and groom probably put us in the same hotel. You got your room and flight paid for by them right? " He asks with a sly smile. You wanna crawl into a hole and die. " Yep. No, that makes sense. I'm sorry I... Competition makes me kinda nasty. That was a strong accusation I was making." You laugh uncomfortably. He walks past you. "Whatever rookie. See you tomorrow. Try not to wake up late and miss work." As he walks close to the hotel and turns into the lobby you grone to yourself. You really are an idiot.

You enter the hotel, but the growl of your stomach stops you before you can even make it to the elevator. Maybe getting dinner at the hotel's restaurant isn't such a bad idea, you didn't really have time to scope out restaurants before leaving so the hotel one seemed like the safest bet . You turn to enter the restaurant adjacent to the lobby. It's a Friday night... It's fucking slammed. All the tables full wait staff looked flustered and overwhelmed. Regardless, you walk up to the host stand. "Excuse me, how long is the wait for a table for one." The host looks through a computer system on the stand. "Probably about an hour, possibly more…. though if you'd like to sit at the bar I can seat you immediately!" She responds. You shrug, it's not like you're eating with someone anyway. "That's fine, I'll take the bar seat thank you." You smile and she leads you over to almost an empty bar.

The bartender serves a few drinks and finally makes it over to you and asks what you want. You shouldn't have to be up tomorrow. "I'll take a glass of Chardonnay and..." you look down at the appetizers. "Just a side salad if you can get me that." He smiles and goes off to retrieve your items. You sigh, putting your face into your hands. You can't believe you accidentally accused your temporary coworker of stalking you and implying he'd do something to sabotage you… You groan, though it's definitely muffled by your hands.

As you stue in your misery someone sits down next to you. "Tequila shots..." The man's deep voice pauses for a second. “Two please." Your head shoots up, you know that voice. Hex tosses a sideways smirk. "You'll take a shot with me won't you rookie?" Not wanting to be rude you nod. "I thought you went up." You said softly. "I was gonna get something to eat but I saw some sad person at the bar. Had to do a welfare check." He shrugs. You snort. "I'm not sad. Just tired today has been a journey." "You must be a rookie then, can't handle a of day surveying." You roll your eyes at his remark. "Maybe it's the person I was with that made it exhausting. Has anyone ever told you, you're kinda insufferable." He laughs. "Once or twice. The bartender comes back with your drinks and food. Hex holds up his shot to yours. “Cheers."

You and Hex talk for a long time and drink a little more than you should.... Or at least you do. You feel that familiar buzz in your body as you focus on what Hex is talking about. "Anyway long story short it's kind of the groom's fault I got into photography in the first place." He's a lot more chill when he isn't in a work environment, still pretentious but the way he holds himself in a conversation is almost attractive, in fact all of him is rather attractive. You won't deny you've been sneaking glances at him all night. "Life throws stuff at you fast and it's up to you how you choose to deal with it." He smiles at you and you instinctively look away. He chuckles slightly but doesn't comment on your sudden shyness thankfully.

"So do you just do wedding photography?" You shake your head. " Nah I got a degree remember, I do headshots, family portraits, pretty much everything.... Though my dream is to travel around the world and do photography. After the wedding I wanna spend a few days here traveling around taking photos of the scenery." You respond dreamily. "You've got some strong ambition. I admire that. I'm kind of in the same boat, but primarily I do weddings." His face softens a little. "I think there's something beautiful about capturing such a precious moment between two people so in love they devote their lives to each other." You nod in agreement. "There is something definitely magical about it all. Though I wouldn't take you for much of a romantic Hex.” He shakes his head chuckling. " Can you blame me? I'm a guy with layers! I'm allowed to be a hopeless romantic aren't I?” You shrug, you honestly can't blame him.

Another glass of wine is ordered and in your head alarm bells are going off. You've been talking with Hex all night, but now there's a lull in the conversation as you look out over the now near empty restaurant you realize how late it actually is.

"Have you ever been in love?" He asks suddenly, so suddenly you almost spit out your drink. "It's a little personal to ask your temporary coworker, don't you think?" You joke. He's silent. You chuckle awkwardly before going back to nurse your final drink. You don't know if there is alcohol or something in the air but the words start tumbling out of your mouth. "I have, I think. But only once. I.... Uh met him my junior year of highschool, we instantly clicked; Only problem is he lived across the country. Told me he didn't want anything serious when I eventually cracked and confessed in college. It crushed me for a while but eventually I got over it." You muse swirling your finger around the edge of your now empty wine glass. " After that I've been kind of lukewarm about dating, I miss it though.... dating I mean.... Having a crush, feeling your stomach erupt in butterflies. I'm not the kind of person people fall in love with I guess." So respond dejectedly. A bitter feeling swells in your stomach and your eyes gloss over for a second.

Hex opens his mouth to say something but you shut him down before he can. "What about you, ever been in love?" You ask quickly. " If I answered honestly, you have to too." You add. He sighs. "I have. Many times actually, guess it's the hopeless romantic thing. Nothing's ever really worked out though." He looks over at you with a small sympathetic smile. "Love might not be for me either."

"It's a shame. All that handsomeness is going to waste." You blurt out nonchalantly before you can even process the words coming out of your mouth. Too many glasses of wine for sure. His eyebrows shoot up, you can feel the heat rise to your face. You must be drunk there, no way those words came out of your mouth. "You think I'm handsome huh?" He smirks. Annnnd the pretentiousness is back. "I need a lawyer present before I utter anything else." You mumble embarrassed. He stares at you smugly as you fidget in your bar stool. "I uh think it's time for bed. It's definitely way late. We both have to be up early anyway so uhh goodnight." You push yourself out of the bar table and immediately the alcohol hits you hard and fast. You feel your body fall.

You expect to hit the ground, you squeeze your eyes closed and brace yourself. But you don't hit the ground. Instead Hex leaps up and catches you before you hit the ground. His chest is a lot more toned than you thought, his arms are strong around you and he's warm. You look up and he looks down at you. "You okay?" Your mouth opens and closes like a fish. You push him away and nod quickly. "Completely fine. Uh Thank you. I'll uh see you tomorrow!” You retreat with your tail between your legs mentally slapping yourself for speaking too much and drinking too much.

Arriving back to your room you shower and change. You do your skin care routine and brush your teeth. You can't believe you'd be an absolute nightmare like that. All you can do is go to bed and replay the scene in your head over and over.

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You almost pass Hex in the lobby, you can't tell if you were subconscious trying to block him out or you were just nervous about the job but he grabs your arm and yanks you back with a smile. "Morning Rookie." You groan. "Morning…" Hex releases your arm and hands you a coffee. “You had a rough night I'm sure, I figured I'd extend an olive branch with this.” You stare at it for a moment, a mere delayed sleepy reaction, before taking it. "Thanks." You say take a sip cautiously. "I didn't poison you, if that's what you're worried about." He jokes. "That's exactly what someone who totally poisoned me would say." You laugh. He shakes his head with a chuckle. " Let's get moving, yeah? Big day today." He states playfully nudging your arm before adjusting his backpack holding the equipment. Your heart does a weird tug in your chest at the contact. You both exit the lobby and begin your walk to the venue.

You awake the next morning with a killer headache and for a brief moment before taking an ibuprofen, you forgot about the events of last night. It wasn't until halfway through your morning shower, when you were finally awake and no longer operating on autopilot, that all the events of last night came rushing back to you. You grumble to yourself how stupid that was, no longer needing to apply blush as you put on your makeup.

As you prepare your heavier equipment and get ready you soon remember that you're in fact actually shooting with the man you drunkenly fell all over last night…. Fuck… You shake off your nerves and head down stairs.

As you approach the venue you exchange small talk with Hex. Neither of you bring up what happened last night. As much as it bothers you, it also spares you the embarrassment of having to relive those events. You hate to admit it but you actually think Hex is a decent guy. Of course you'd never admit that to him, especially on the way to a work event where you know things will get dicey. For now you just enjoy sneaking glances at him while the two of you chat.

You didn't think the venue could look any more beautiful than it did yesterday, but man were you wrong. Orange, yellow and pink flowers scattered around various parts of the venue. Fairy lights line the aisle with petals already pre-scattered on the ground. The look on your face must've given it away how breathtaking it was to you because you hear Hex snicker. "What!? It's gorgeous... You can't deny that either." You frown, folding your arms. "It is. Your face just lit up like a Christmas tree, I dunno it was just… endearing I guess..." He clears his throat. "Anyway, we have a job to do. I have my spots picked out and I would hope you do too." You nod. "Perfect. We'll check in with the coordinator after we're done." You nod again as he turns to leave. "Yeah yeah. See you in a bit.... Hexy." You smirk. He whips back around and raises an eyebrow. "Hexy?" "What, the tall booding eboy never got a cute nickname before? Besides you call me 'rookie', I think it's fair we're even on playing fields." You flip your hair before grabbing your equipment and heading to your first shooting location.

While taking your final photos at the flower arch, the bride and groom arrive with their respective groups to get ready. You hear your friend audibly gasp as she enters the venue, you could pick her voice out in a police lineup for sure. You take a few more photos and meet up with her. "Hey you! Thank you again for doing this. I hope this hasn't been too um… annoying you." She flashes you a sympathetic smile. "Eh I've managed but we definitely are having a serious talk about keeping 'surprises' from me when you get home from your honeymoon." She erupts in laughter. " Fine fine. My fiance insisted on Hex and I insisted on you; so we came to a compromise." She sighs. "I hope the two of you are getting along at least. I've met Hex a handful of times and he seems like a nice guy." She nudges you. "He is. A bit pretentious but in an insufferably charming way... I guess." She smirks. " Charming huh? He is pretty cute." You roll your eyes. "Girl you're about to get married you can't be saying stuff like that." She laughs again as you jokingly smack her hand chastising her.

"Did I hear married? If so, not yet still a couple hours to go." The groom jokes as he approaches the two of you. Hex and the coordinator in tow right behind him. "There you are, I was just about to come find you." Your friend kisses her fiance. "It's nice to see you again Hex, I'm sure you've already been thanked but I'll do it again; thank you for doing this." Hex hums. "Not a problem. I'm just happy to capture the magic for the two of you." "Hex has already shown me some of the shots he's taken of the venue unedited and they're gorgeous. I'm excited for you to see them once they're all edited." The corridentor chimes in. "Now then, your makeup artist has arrived as well as your dress, so why don't you and Y/N head off to go get ready." You nod. "I'll see you in a bit, honey." Her fiance calls out as the two of you walk off to the dressing rooms.

The two of you talk as her and her bridesmaids get ready, you snap candied moments, which is after all what you're here to do. Somehow you get roped into the conversation that happened last night. "I don't know, I'm not saying I wouldn't be opposed...to be caught in his arms again. If only he wasn't such a prick you know?" You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. Your friend laughs. "You always enjoyed a little bit of challenge though. Remember that asshole you dated right out of college?" "Ugh don't remind me. He was a real piece of work, we fought all the time but.... The sex was amazing and I think the only thing that kept us together for so long." You shake your head. "I guess I do have a type then. Men who get on my nerves." " Hon you definitely do, I'm glad I'm able to play therapist on my wedding day." She laughs.

The makeup artist steps back and you finally get the shot of your friend seeing herself for the first time. Tears well in her eyes. Click. You snap a photo. Just before the makeup artist chastises her. " Cry once you're down the aisle at least!" Your friend sniffles and smiles. Click. She turns around and all the bridesmaids and her mother ooo and awe at her. Her mom gives her a big hug. Click. She smiles at you. Click. You can't help but wonder in the back of your head how euphoric she must be feeling right now.

Once everyone had their fill of taking in the bride and all her glory, as she deserves, it was time for the first look.You meet back up with Hex, buzzing g with excitement. First looks are optional, not all couples do them, since it's considered bad luck to see the bride before the actual ceremony but recently it has been a trend to do first looks. "How was prep for the groom?" You ask. He smiles. "You mean letting the man get dressed and taking a few candids and then shooting the shit? It went great." You shove him and he laughs. "Bride's really pretty. I'm really happy for her. Her fiance isn't gonna know what hit him." You grin. " Are you getting soft on the job rookie?" Hex raises an eyebrow and you swat him again. " She's my friend, just this once I'm allowed to let business and work mesh this one time okay!" He shoves you this time and you both laugh. The corridentor clears her throat. The both of you immediately straighten out. " Happy to see the two of you getting along but as you've already gathered it's time to prepare for the first look." She turns to Hex. "Where's the best place for you to shoot in this area?" He points to a clearing in the hall and she nods. " Please go prepare yourself." The smile on your face wavers as Hex leaves. “As for you,” the coordinator continues. “I want you on bridesmaids and groomsmens photos. That way we aren't dragging people away from the after party to take individual pictures." " But-" "Please, Hex has this under control and will join you after the first look photos are finished." You want to protest. This is unfair. You had a really cute idea but I guess a photography degree means nothing these days. A selfish part of you, the hopeless romantic part, also wanted to see the first look. The special moments between the two before they're officially married. That selfish part of you wanting to see your long time friend and her soon to be husband light up at the sight of each other. I guess for now… You have your job to do.

You begrudgingly head off all of the flowers and fairy lights to take photos. You have to shake off your wants for a second. You're here to do a job. But why the fuck did the coordinator pick Hex- you're just as capable.

You're angry the more you think about Hex so you lock in. You get back into the zone instructing poses and filing different people in and out of shots. You're so in the zone you nearly jump 50 feet in the air as a tap on your shoulder startles you. "Woah you good?" Hex's stupid deep voice seeps into your brain. "Fine." You respond shortly before getting back to work. "Do you need any help?" "No Hex I don't. I've got this okay. I'm almost done anyway." He nods slowly. "Do you at least wanna take a short break? I can show you some raw shots of the first look. They turned out really cute, I think." Your jealousy rears its ugly head again and you glare at him "No! I don't care about your stupid photos okay. Please just go get set up for the ceremony." "Jesus Christ rookie, you don't have to bite my head off. Alright I'll see you later when you decide to play nice again." You admit you definitely lashed out at him a bit. Were you a bit jealous, absolutely, but taking it out on him after you guys finally became civil definitely wasn't the answer. You watch him walk away, you open your mouth to call out to him but the group of eyes waiting for their pictures to be taken stop you. You'll have to apologize later.

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Guests start arriving shortly after you're done with your photos and you set up your location to shoot during the ceremony. Across the room Hex is setting up a tripod on one of the balconies to take automatic photos so he can be on the ground when the ceremony actually starts. You can't help but keep glances up at him. You feel awful about what happened. You go to set up your last tripod on the balcony to do the same thing he was planning to do. As you climb the stairs, he descends, you open your mouth again no words come out, he walks right past you. Doesn't even glance in your direction. Did you strike a cord? You were rude, sure, but you did mention you can be an ass. It still doesn't make it right but. Argh this is so stupid none of this would've happened if you had gotten to take those first look photos. You contemplate going after him explaining why you're upset and fixing this, but the pull of the job grapples you to continue.

You glance down over everyone chatting and finding their seats as you set your own camera on the tripod to automatic. There's something about a wedding that always makes you feel melancholy in the most gut wrenching way. Maybe it's the fact you've been single for so long now that a wedding seems unattainable. It's selfish but you can't help it. That familiar ach twists in your stomach. This one isn't jealous or butterflies, this one is just pure hurt.

You descend down the steps. You retrieve your bag to grab the camera you'll be using for the ceremony. Just as you're about to head to your shooting location you spy Hex. He's there chatting with a few of the other guests. One girl in particular catches your eye. You've seen her before somewhere on your friend's Instagram… She hugs Hex and is oddly touchy with him. He ruffled her hair affectionately before walking away. Your gut lurches again at the interaction but you ignore it. It's almost show time anyway pretty soon you won't have to worry about Hex Haywire, and this will be just a bittersweet memory.

The ceremony starts and you and Hex spring into action. The bridesmaids and groomsmen make the way down the aisle. Click. The groom makes his entrance. Click click. The flower girls toss beautiful petals down the aisle joining the ones already scattered. Click. The bride enters and is walked down the aisle. Click click. The groom almost cried. Click. The exchange vows. Click. Finally they kiss, everyone erupts in fanfare. Click click click.

The after party starts not long after. Your friend, freshly married and looking the happiest you've ever seen her, brings you a glass of champagne. “Thank you again for today. I owe both you and Hex my life." She hugs you. “I'm just happy I could help!” You smile. Before she can leave you catch her arm, pointing subtly at the girl Hex was talking to earlier. " Who's friend is that? Your's or your husband's?” She giggles. " I'm still not used to people referring to him as my husband.” She looks at the girl and immediately laughs. " That's my husband's younger sister! In turn; that's also Hex's honorary younger sibling." You must make a face of relief because she swats you. “Was someone a little jealous?He does dote on her quite a bit since he doesn't have any younger siblings." You frown. “No! A little… I don't know, okay..." You sigh and take a drink of your champagne. “Talk to him.... You both are extremely stubborn but extremely passionate. Plus…. Hex definitely keeps glancing at you when you aren't looking.” She says in a sing-song voice as she heads back out to join the party. You glance over and lock eyes with Hex, both of you left alone in the back part of the hall where the after party was being held.

He approaches after an uncomfortable amount of prolonged eye contact. "Hey.” He tosses you a lopsided smile. "Good work today.” He says patting your head softly. You want to relish in the praise but you have your own amendment to make. "I'm sorry… about being an ass earlier. I was jealous over something childish and got mad. " You sigh, hanging your head. Hex sighs. “I could tell.” “I'm really sorry. It's just first looks have always been special to me and the fact you got picked to do over me ignited something in me and I don't know. Then I saw you with the bride's sisters and I got even more up and-" Hex cuts off your sprailing. “Hey! Seriously, I forgive you. Don't worry about it. Okay?" He lifts your head with his hand, holding your chin in-between his fingers. “Besides….It's kinda cute. When you get all competitive and mad." He murmurs. You scrunch up your nose. "It's not cute. It's irritating for me and supposed to intimidate you.” He pulls you in a little closer with his other hand making contact with your lower back. " You're gonna have to work on that darling.” He quips. You stare into his eyes, almost get lost in them for a second. You then notice how close your faces are together, he smells good. You both lean in a little closer, eyes still locked. Hex glances at your lips and back at your eyes. You lean in even closer. You feel his breath tangle with yours. Your eyes flutter shut in anticipation- "Sorry to interrupt. I wanted to thank you both for your work today.” The coordinator's voice rings out and the two of you immediately put distance between each other.

“I wanted to let you know you're both released from duty. You can enjoy some well earned champagne if you'd like. But perhaps you'd like some time to yourselfs?" She raises a knowing eyebrow that causes you to laugh awkwardly. “I think we're both gonna turn in for the night. It's been a long day." Hex smiles at the coordinator and goes to pack up his stuff leaving you alone with her. “I should um... probably do that too…” you sputter out. The corridentor smiles, shaking her head as you shuffle off to go pack your things as well.

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You and Hex both do your own version of an Irish goodbye and get separated in the process. Things were awkward now in your mind at least, you almost kissed him! Worst of all he almost kissed you back!? The tension was undeniably now. You muse to yourself as you stroll along with your backpack of equipment on your back and both hands carrying a tripod case.

You swear Hex must've been a ninja in his past life. He somehow got behind you again without you being none the wiser. “You know..” you nearly jump ten feet in the air this time. " It's really not safe to be unaware of your surroundings regardless of you being in a public space.” He ruffles your hair and as you set down one of your tripod cases down to fix your now ruffled hair he picks it for you wordlessly. "You really don't have to do that.” You reach out to grab it but he pivots his body so you can't. " Please let me.” he says quietly. " Fine…" you mumble back softly.

You're almost at your hotel. The two of you chatted about all the editing to be done and the notes you'll have to compare. “Does this mean we have a temporary truce between us again?" He asks, lifting a questioning eyebrow. “I suppose it does." you smirk, nudging him. That little bit of contact sparks something in you, something much deeper. You felt it, the bolt of electricity, the undeniably feeling you've been having, it all culminated in a very clear thought at last. Desire… You wanted Hex to kiss you, you wanted him to dote on you, you wanted to get more praise from him. He coughs awkwardly as you stare blankly. “So are you turning in for the night? It has been a long day." You shrug. "Maybe… I'm not super tired yet so I'll probably end up editing for a few hours.” You admit. "....I know you prefer to have your creative space to yourself, but would you want someone to edit with…? I mean I'll probably do the same on my own anyway to be honest so… yeah…” He smiles softly. The pitch seems innocent in nature but deep down you feel those butterflies in your stomach. "Yeah? How about you give me my tripod back thief, I'll go up to my room and shower and change, all that junk and then I can stop by your room?” He smiles nods and hands you the tripod sealing in your ‘editing date’.

As you round the corner of the street then through the entrance of the hotel, you both pile into the elevator with your equipment. “I'll see you in like thirty minutes?" Hex asks before the doors open on your floor. “Yeah sounds good! What room number?" You ask. “512! See ya there!" He smirks as the doors close. You hum happily as you go back to your room. You stop. Holy shit. You have a non-conventional date with a guy you hated like a day ago. You throw your equipment down, shove your SD card in your laptop to upload files and sprint to the shower.

You shower fairly quickly despite needing to freshen everything… just in case… You throw on something cute but still comfortable and throw on some light makeup. You took a lot of shots today so your SD card only had a bit more to upload. In the meantime you maule over every scenario that could play out tonight. You maule over not going at all, protecting your peace not getting attached, because as much as you wanted this you know how this ends. However the butterflies in your stomach protested and once your photos were done you grabbed your laptop and you headed over to Hex's hotel room. Mind whirling…

Your heart thumps as you step back into the elevator. You press the number 5 on the wall and feel the elevator lurch to life following suit with your stomach. The elevator reaches the top and you follow the signs to 512. You knock on the door lightly. You hear some shuffling inside before he opens the door. He looked a lot more disshovled, hair still slightly wet from his own shower no doubt, black T-shirt on… gray sweatpants… “Perfect timing! My photos from my main camera just finished. Anyway, come in!" He ushers you inside. “I know this isn't my house technically… but can I get you anything to drink; water, tea, shitty hotel coffee?” You laugh. " A tea sounds great if you don't mind.” You sit on the couch and take out your laptop as you hear Hex shuffle about in the kitchen area preparing the tea.

You open up your laptop and scroll through the photos starting to delete the off shots and the ones that were obviously unsalvageable. Hex sets a cup of tea down on the coaster and sits on the couch with his own laptop and starts to do the same. “How many raw shots do you have currently?" He asks. You immediately sigh. “Around 1300…” He sighs, shaking his head. " I'm also in the thousands. I always forget about the aftermath." He groans. You glance over at his computer screen and see some of the photo previews in the folder. One of them looks suspiciously like you are locked in, focused on taking photos. You're about to point it out but Hex turns his laptop away.

"I guess we should get started." He sighs. “Yeah unfortunately. At least it won't be lonely editing these. I have you to bug me the whole time." You smirk and give a teasing squeezing his knee. You don't realize how intimate the action is until after it happens. His eyes lock on yours. You almost regret it for a moment because he hesites, his eyebrows not together. You blink. The next second Hex's lips crash into yours. Your eyes flutter shut as you practically melt into the kiss. Your lips mingle for a short while, then he pulls back slowly resting his forehead on yours. “You are the most insufferable person I've ever met. You're also gorgeous and smart and witty… and I've wanted to kiss you from the moment I saw you.”

You're speechless for a second. Physically stunned. “Sorry I just-" Hex starts, but you kiss him again, just a quick peck to shut him up. “You're an enigma. I hope you know that. You're also insufferable but in a way that keeps me coming back for more… I dunno.” Hex smiles and tucks a stand of hair behind your ear. "Is this all because you thought I was handsome? Because I'm starting to get the feeling it might be.” He teases. You wack him lightly on the arm and he erupts in a fit of laughter. " You keep calling me out but you kissed me first, so dare I say you think I'm pretty-” "Of course I do, I thought I made it really obvious.” You pout. " You kept calling me rookie… is that what is obvious to you!? How was I supposed to know?" He laughs again. “Okay fine, what do you want me to call you.” You freeze. You have an opportunity to do several corny things here but you don't. "What do you want to call me?” You hurl back in his direction, you know where this is going but you need to know his boundaries now or die without knowing.

He sighs, setting his laptop on the table. “There's a lot of things I wanna call you." He starts. "Pretty, annoying, adorable, incredibly career driven… but most of all I think calling you darling would be really nice.” His hand snakes around your chin, anchoring towards him again. "What do you say… Darling?" He tests. “I… I really…" anyone could tell how flustered you are at this moment. But that sadistic part of Hex kind of liked watching you squirm and struggle to find your words. “I really like that. I think." You finally gasp out. A smirk takes over Hex's face as he grabs your laptop, setting it next to his on the table. He pats the couch beckoning you closer to him. “We'll edit in a bit." A lie, obviously, at this moment work is the last thing on your mind.

The second you scooch closer to him he scoops you up in his lap. You're a bit disoriented for a second but the second you realize the compromising position he put you in your brain fogs up. “Hi…” you whisper shyly. " Hi gorgeous.” He smiles before pulling you down to kiss him again. This kiss is different from the other two; it's deeper, needier. His tongue tangles with yours and you instinctively shift slightly in his lap, looping your arms around his neck. He continues to kiss you, eventually you feel his hands at your waist, toying with the fabric of your shirt. You part the kiss for a moment, glancing at him, giving him a nod. After all, consent is hot. A smirk plastered on his face he watches your expression as he runs his hands under the fabric of your shirt.You feel the heat rise from the tips of your toes all the way up to your face when his hands trail up your stomach to your chest. Your head falls on his shoulder to muffle the small noise that emanates from you as he softly cups your chest, squeezing gently as a test.

He tugs at your shirt and you take it off, top half exposed you feel a little self conscious and instinctively cover yourself. “Hey, it's okay. If you aren't comfortable we don't have too." Hex coos softly stroking your back. “Sorry it's…been awhile…” you mumble. He kisses your forehead. " Me too. We can go slow if that makes you more comfortable.” Why did he have to be so fucking understanding. "I can do slow.” You nod, almost as a gesture to assure yourself. You slowly unfurl your arms and bare yourself to him. Hex's hands land back on your chest slowly massaging your sensitive nipples. Your hands fists his shirt. “You're really responsive." He teases. " Shut up…” you flush. He places kisses along your neck slowly trailing down your clavicle, drifting towards your chest. Your grip on his shirt tightens as he slowly takes one of your nipples in his mouth, slowly toying with it. Your head falls back on his shoulder, you pepper soft kisses on his neck. Once he's satisfied with your nipples he releases them with a lewd pop.

He pulls back and takes off his own shirt. You can't help but stare for a second. He isn't ripped or anything, definitely has some well defined muscles. You cautiously move your hands feeling the soft skin of his lower abdomen. He lets out a low hum of approval. You shift again, you're still in his lap after all, you feel him hard underneath you. He looks at you. “Are you sure you wanna keep going?" He prods gently. “Please." You say, it comes out a lot more needier than you wanted it to. He chuckles darkly. “God I was hoping you still did."

With that he picks you up and carries you to the bed nearby, gently tossing you on it. “You definitely got a nicer bed than I did." You mumble. He leans in close to your ear. “Maybe you'll just have to sleep here tonight then." He playfully nips your ear, easing down your sweatpants. One your pants around your ankles, you do the rest and unceremoniously kick them off your legs. He goes for your panties next, kissing down your stomach. Your panties are tossed somewhere on the floor along with your sweatpants.

Hex takes a moment to stare down at you underneath him. You squirm under his gaze and a sly smile falls on his face. “You're so fuckin pretty." He whispers before parting your legs. “And really wet too apparently, all this is for me?" He teases. You open your mouth to reply something snarky but the words die in your throat and morph into a whine as he swipes his finger along your slit. With that firm confirmation you obviously (and embarrassingly) enjoyed that he continues to toy with your pussy. His fingers dances along your clit and you let out another guttural moan. “Need more." Your voice sounds foreign to you. He snickers, amused by your neediness. “Patients, what happened to slow?" “Fuck slow, your fingers feel really good." You pout. “Fine, you want more, I'll give you more." With that ominous statement he sticks two fingers in front of your mouth. " Suck.” He commands with a shit eating smirk plastered on his face. You obey obviously, slowly engulf his finger in your mouth sucking gently. You hear his voice hitch, this is doing something for him and as much as you want to tease him back your mouth is a little occupied.

Once he's satisfied with your work he removes your finger out of your mouth. Two fingers, now glistening with your spit, toy at your entrance. You squirm again, and Hex uses his other hand to hold your hips in place. Then gently he enters both of them into you at once, with your hips pinned all you can do is trash your head and pleasure. He slowly removed them and entered them again, setting a decent pace. He leans up to kiss you again. It's deep and sensual, you can practically taste the desire. His fingers hit that spot inside you and you mewel. “There, holy fuck right there." Hex takes the very obvious lead and continues to hit that spot. Your vision blurs and stars form behind your eyes, before you can get the words out you cum around his fingers.

Hex continues to help you ride out your orgasm; he slows his finger in and out of you, and once your eyes degloss he removes them, much to your disappointment. His eyes lock on to yours and he immediately inserts his cum covered fingers into his mouth. You shiver, not breaking eye contact he completely cleans his fingers. “Are you… still good to keep going darling?” He asks. You glance down at his pants, which now have an obvious tent from how hard he is. “Absolutely, I think it's your turn pretty boy." You tease and make grabby hands for his pants. He holds your wrist and pauses for a moment. “I don't think I can wait any longer…. If that's okay.” He admits sheepishly. "That's completely fine, but just know I have to get you back next time.” He begins to pull down his sweatpants with a raised eyebrow. " So there's a possibility of a next time huh?” You flush and turn your head. " Perhaps." He chuckles. “Hey I'll take it." You turn your head back towards him as he slides down his boxers. His cock springs free and… you saw the tent in his sweats, you registered it. But seeing his cock he's a lot bigger than you initially thought. Your mouth falls open and Hex laughs at you. “Do you like what you see? You can always take a picture if you want, since you are pretty good at that. " He teases. "If I weren't so turned on right now I'd slap you.” You joke and pull him down for another kiss, you feel his cock rub against your thigh and you feel the excitement swell in your stomach.

He pulls back and lines up with your entrance. " You ready, pretty girl?” You nod, biting your lip to brace yourself. He enters just the head of his dick in your entrance. He lets out a shaky breath continuing to slowly slide inside you. You grip the sheets, you knew he was gonna stretch you but you weren't expecting the sheering pain mixed with pleasure. Once he finally bottoms out inside you he moves his hands to your hips and rubs gently circles into the flesh there waiting for you to adjust. He leans down and peppers your faces with kisses cooing sweet nothings. After a bit of time you give an experimental buck of your hips, both of you moan in unison.

That ignites something in Hex, knowing you're adjusted he pulls almost all the way out of you and roughly snaps his hips back into you. You fist the best sheet underneath you to hang on to any shred of sanity you have left. He continues to rut in and out of you like a starved man. “Fuck you're so perfect, it's like your pussy was made for me." He whines, leaning his head on your shoulder and biting it. You are a mess, you don't know when tears started streaming down your face but they are and you can no longer form complete sentences, just broken ones with Hex's name thrown in. His pace quickens and that familiar feeling forms in your gut. “I'm close." You moan. “Me too, don't worry me too." He responded hastily. “Cum for me darling." He mumbles against your shoulder. After a particularly hard snap of his hips you do. The sheer euphoria that shoots through your body makes your head fuzzy. You tighten around Hex as you come, he thrusts become sloppy. “W.. where do you want it?" He frantically spits out. “Anywhere, I'm on the pill, don't worry." You respond on cloud nine. That was all it took and a moment later you feel his warm cum flood your pussy, he collapses on top of you.

The two of you stay like that for a moment basking in the afterglow of both of your orgasms. Eventually Hex boots back to life and slowly pulls out. You whine as he exits your very sensitive hole. “I'm gonna grab a wet washcloth and I'll be right back." He murmurs. You feel the warmth of his body on your leave as he goes to retrieve it. You don't move and continue to lay there, you hear Hex pad back over to the bed and then the warm washcloth hits you. He gently cleans you up and you thank him… you think, the words coming out of your mouth sound foreign to you. The bed dips and you hear the rustle of covers. You crack one eye open finally and you're met with Hex staring back at you. “Come here." He smiles, it's gooey and affectionate. You oblige using the rest of your strength to scoot back into his arms under the covers.

The two of you cuddle in silence for a while. It's peaceful. You're sleepy and the energy is zapped from you. “Thank you for letting me stay here tonight." You whisper. “You're warm, I'd be stupid to send you back to your own room." He jokes, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “We have to edit…” you groan, eyes shooting back open to the pair of laptops where this whole thing started. “You don't leave for another couple days, neither do I. It can wait, for now let's rest. I think we've earned it." So you do. You shut your eyes and snuggle into Hex's chest falling asleep almost instantly.

-

The next few days are great, Hex and you edit alternating from sleeping in his room and sleeping in your room, his bed is still better than yours. You learn more about him as a person. He's funny, smart, extremely witty, but still can be a pretentious jerk; though much less of one now. You also end up going to do some shooting around the area, just like you planned and Hex happily accompanies you taking some shots of his own.

The last night the two of you were together in Mexico, you finally asked the question. “So what happens when we go home?" You blurt out suddenly. Hex peers over at you from his laptop. “What do you mean?" You bit your lip anxiously. “I dunno… We've been spending a lot of time together and I like being around and… I guess this is me asking…what are we?” You want to crawl into a hole. You went into this knowing things would probably end here but after the last couple days, that feeling you had morphed into something far more dangerous, attachment. “What are we….” He repeats. " Well I guess that's something we both have to agree on.” He sets his laptop down and faces you. “What did you want us to be?" He asks. “At first when we met, I wanted nothing to do with you. Now that I know you and have spent some time with you…I guess I can say I've grown very fond of you.” You mumble. " I like you a lot, Hex.” He gets up walking over to you. " Listen, I echo that same sentiment. I thought you were some rookie who was just gonna get in my way. Now you're so much more than that and if you're open to it, I would love to continue exploring and expanding our relationship…. together.” He takes your hand and squeezes it gently. You enthusiastically nod. " I would like that a lot. Does that sorta make us a couple then?" You ask cautiously. “No idiot, I want nothing to do with you. Of course it makes us a couple." He rolls his eyes ruffling your hair.

You smile and he smiles back at you, with the sun sunsetting behind him. You can't help but think how lucky you are for hating to work with other people.

-Epilogue-

“3….2…..1….. you may turn and see each other now!” You turn around fist looks strange when you're the one doing them. Hex is dressed in a dark blue tux and looks as charming and strikingly handsome as he did the day you met him at your friend's wedding all those years ago. Tears well in his eyes as he gazes at you with such affection that makes your heart swell. “You're gorgeous, fuck you're so gorgeous." He runs over and hugs you, twirling you around. “Okay show off, I know you're doing this for the camera." You tease him.

Glancing at the poor wedding photographer who's had to put up with you and Hex micromanaging shots since your engagement photos. “I'm a lucky man, what can I say!" He shrugs. " I'm about to marry the love of my life in a few hours and the first man who got to see her in a wedding dress.” He boasts proudly. You laugh, because how couldn't you. Your soon to be husband is just as pretentious as the day you met him, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[evita-shelby]

Not so different

For @peakyswritings and their fic's first anniversary!

Luca x Eva ft Nina Ferrante x Tommy

It was considered improper in Luca’s family to wear black to a wedding, but Eva’s husband had not said a thing about it, so she continued her custom.

Besides, the dress was a work of art and Eva had cultivated that image of otherworldly being thanks to the high pedestal Spinietta had placed her on.

A living saint who will be interred in the Vatican with her godfather and the lucky man she chose as her husband.

The Ferrantes were allies, possibly distant kin on his mother’s side and when Riccardo was told what Stefano had been up to, the Boss had to send his witch and his most promising Capo.

“Leave it to Shelby to make trouble.” Luca shook his head with a laugh after she regaled him the full story the jilted ---but relieved--- bride and her sisters had told her as they welcomed them to their home. “He always had a thing for Sicilian girls, when I lived in England everyone knew he’d marry Greta Jurossi, God rest her soul, no matter how much her father tried to drive him away.”

Luca knew the groom, a Romani gangster from his father’s city whom Luca and his brother had grown up with. It was Tommy Shelby’s own aunt who had been Luca’s sweetheart when he was a young man, something that Eva did not mind.

Not because the witch has overcome her jealousy ---the day Eva no longer wants to wring a woman’s neck for getting near her man will be when she is dead and gone--- but because Luca knows better than to trifle with her. Much like Birmingham and New York, there were quite a number of women here he’d slept with, but Eva’s baby fever ensured her husband barely even registered his exes were there.

“How did you manage to sleep with so many women in this village, if you have only been here twice?” the witch asked knowing he’d have nowhere to run sitting here in the pews as they waited for the mystery bride.

“Good girls like bad men, pussycat.” He smirked with his olive-green eyes sparkling with pride. “Why do you think Tommy is marrying his host’s daughter and not the one selected for him?”

They don’t continue speaking about Luca’s irresistible charms when the bridal procession begins. Even with the veil covering her face, Eva knows the girl is a beauty, one with a soul to match it and more than met the eye.

There was also that Nina had a spark of rebellion, something that set her apart from her cousins even if they shared looks and traits. Men like Luca and Tommy seek someone who challenges them, who intrigues them and cannot simply conform to the standard their societies have for women.

Italy is not so different than Mexico.

Though Eva had a vastly different upbringing, she was still expected to marry and have children and have no other dreams than keeping tradition. Eva was lucky that her family flouted convention and ensured she had the same education as a man and that she had as much freedom as a son would.

Nina Ferrante had her parents who loved and protected her even when she went against the grain, Shelby will be the man to let her have the independence a spirited woman like her desires.

As long as the Changrettas and the Shelbys remain tenuous allies, Eva would wish them all the happiness in the world and the fortitude to survive its troubles.

It is not until much later when they are properly introduced.

Luca takes the lead knowing he is being sized up by Shelby, and yet as they stand there viewing each other as potential threats, Luca’s congratulations hold a note of sincerity. They weren’t always enemies, once upon a time the Changrettas and the Shelbys were friends and neighbors before they were rival gangs.

“My family sends their congratulations as well. My stepmother was very happy to know you were able to find happiness after Greta’s passing, especially with someone more deserving than the barmaid and the whore your brother tried to marry.” Luca has two intentions with his words, the first was to hurt Shelby for sport and the second to give the bride a heads up should Shelby take up old habits.

A different person could tolerate infidelity, but in families like theirs an infidelity could cost the offender their life. Even if the bride forgave him, the Family would not.

“I have seen the two of you will be happy together, the two of you were meant to find each other. I hope you can visit us in New York soon, though not as lovely as Sicily, it has its charms.” Eva smoothed things over with the newlyweds or did what she could to assuage Nina’s fears.

The bride thanks her, though still unsettled by Luca’s words and Tommy Shelby’s change in demeanor.

They do not meet again until John Shelby leaves Angel beaten and bleeding on the shop floor. And all because Shelby’s secretary had become involved with Luca’s younger brother.

Shelby did not rein in his brothers when asked and now this was escalating to something no one wanted. You would think this business with the Russians would give Tommy Shelby a chance to keep his family on a leash until it was over.

“He wants your father-in-law’s territories; Lizzie is just an excuse. I fear he doesn’t understand the scale this war could be.” Nina, now older with children, an Oxford education and accustomed to her role as Mrs. Shelby, does not beat around the bush as they meet for tea in Birmingham’s city center.

“Your husband is as resilient as a cockroach, dear, he has cheated death so many times he and his brothers think they will do so again. If this war happens, I will be forced to take part for my husband and children’s sake and I promise you, it will wipe the Shelby name off the face of the earth.” The witch would give up her soul for Luca’s victory, if this war came to pass, there is nothing she would not do to ensure their enemies are all dead.

Luca has no qualms killing children, and whatever feelings he had for Polly Gray won’t save her either. If Angel or his father were hurt or killed in Shelby’s pursuit of power, no one, not even the family cat would be spared.

“What can we do to stop it?” the Italian woman asks swallowing her fears and seeking a better course forward. She has not lost her spark of defiance, or else she wouldn’t be here behind Tommy’s back.

“The same thing our families have always done to secure peace and prosperity, we bind our families through blood.” The witch sips her tea as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening there. Eva’s grown too used to negotiating truces with her status as the deity advising the Spinettas. “Though it will be a while until our children are old enough to marry each other, you have a young brother-in-law and I have an English cousin worth her weight in gold. Lizzie’s marriage to Angel will be part of bargain, or Shelby will have no allies when the Russians fuck him over.”

“They used to call me a witch back home, you know.” Nina takes it all in stride. “They ate their words when they met you and saw all that Stefano and his family had said was all true. The Spinettas are right to fear you, you and Luca could easily take the crown from them.”

The witch smiled, “Oh these mortals have a way of branding what they don’t like as witchcraft and when the real thing arrived at their doorstep, they found themselves too scared to speak.”

She’s the strega who will curse them to the deepest pits of hell or the benevolent santa who will make all their wishes come true. She is not Eva to anyone save her family these days.

“But, yes, we do plan on taking their crown. Your husband can have England if he helps us take America.”

[lendeluxe]

I see a lot of people saying that the wedding is fake because "there are no people in the photos" or because of the outfit or the hair (which, by the way, is rude)... I just want to know, in the USA it is not common to do photo shoots FOR the wedding???

Like, in Mexico, the bride and groom do a photoshoot BEFORE THE WEDDING (sometimes in their wedding suit/dress or more casual and those pics are used as a "Save The Date" thing or to decorate the wedding itself, like the tables) which is basically to have professional photos of themselves and also have the ones from the party/reception... So, MAYBE ITS A PRANK... BUT if its real, maybe thats why OR MAYBE it is bc they wanted a relaxed theme idk

[bornagainhq]

You’re invited to the wedding of Billie O’Connell and Alexis Maldonado. The wedding will take place at La Señoría in San Miguel de Allende, México, on Sunday, the 18th of December, beginning at 5pm local time with a reception dinner to follow. 

Dress code is black formal. An open bar will be provided with dinner and into the night. 

The wedding is taking place on the bride’s 21st birthday, so a celebration and toast for that will also be taking place during the reception. 

All expenses will be paid by the couple and family, as well as a complimentary night at one of the local hotels for any guests who want to stay to enjoy a night in Mexico. 

If you’re interested in attending, please RSVP by liking this post and/or contacting @gothpromking or @actuallylyzzie

This will be a dash based event, unless otherwise stated the day of the event. No group chat has been planned as of right now. You’re encouraged to post photos of your muses, or post their thoughts on the event. Though, you can of course still reach out to the bride and groom on chats for well wishes. 

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.

Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday. Though one of these facts is a fib!

Minch, Yoda’s first name is.

Bananas have more trade regulations than AK-47s.

About 20% of US children eat pizza on any given day.

In Oklahoma, it's illegal to get a bear drunk and then wrestle it.

The original Popeye got his strength from rubbing a magic hen.

Persistent hiccups can be stopped with a digital rectal massage.

The average IQ of all the serial killers who have been caught is 89.

Samuel L. Jackson was an usher at Martin Luther King Jr.’s funeral.

French employees are forbidden by law from eating lunch at their desks.

Ejaculation from a human typically happens at a speed of around 28 miles per hour.

The longer a whiskey is aged, the longer it takes for your body to get rid of the alcohol.

When the Bakerloo line was last cleaned, staff pulled out 6.5 tonnes of grime and fluff.

American judges give harsher sentences when their football team unexpectedly loses.

In Star Trek, when Mr. Spock says something is “impossible”, it happens 83% of the time.

People suffering from superior canal dehiscence syndrome can hear their own eyeballs moving.

If you make it to the airport without dying, you've already passed the deadliest part of plane travel.

In 2016, the head of MI6 said he wouldn’t hire James Bond because he does not act ethically enough.

The US National Security Agency has asked employees to spy on people with ‘dignity and respect’.

‘Russians in the gazebo’ (‘russere i lysthuset’) is an old-fashioned Danish euphemism for menstruation.

If you wanted to write a letter out of blood you would have to write it in under a minute before the blood thickens too quickly.

Having sex uses on average 2.8 times as much energy as sitting on the sofa, but playing the trombone uses 3.5 times as much.

If you get a blood transfusion but are given the wrong type of blood (A, B, O, AB) one of the symptoms is "a sense of impending doom".

Until the 1840s, there was no maximum size for a rugby team; matches were played with up to 300 players on the pitch at once.

In relationships, the ‘magic ratio’ is 5:1. Having five or more positive interactions for every negative interaction is seen as key to a stable marriage.

There are about 40 supervolcanoes around the world capable of claiming up to a billion lives, and we're about 24,000 years overdue for an eruption!

A flapjack bakery in Lancashire plan to launch a new product in time for Christmas. After extensive research, they’ve come up with a product name: Flaps.

In movies, where they use real life dog actors, the people who edit the film sometimes have to add CGI tails because the dogs can’t stop wagging as they are so happy.

Abraham Lincoln's son (Robert Todd Lincoln) was present at three different presidential assassinations. After McKinley, he decided not to accept any more invitations.

Dragonflies can inhale water through a long tube at the tip of their anus and save it. Later, if they need to, they can shoot the water out of their anus to make them fly faster.

Pythagoras drowned a student to death because the student proved the existence of irrational numbers which contradicted Pythagoras and his cults' (the brotherhood) beliefs.

In 1997, researchers discovered a giant pill millipede. It was given the Latin name ‘Zoosphaerium darthvaderi’ thanks to the shape of its anal shield which resembles Darth Vader’s helmet.

The mayor of San Pedro Huamelula, Mexico is expected to marry an alligator. The tradition dates back to pre-Hispanic times but has been updated. The alligator wears a white wedding dress and the groom kisses the bride.

An early use of ‘asshole’ is found in a 1933 U.S. story about a family called ‘The Eastons’. “When God got the job done, there was a big pile of assholes left over. It looks to me like The Almighty just throwed all them assholes together and made the Easton family.”

Pepsi once had the 6th largest military in the world after the price of Russian Vodka couldn't cover a deal for Pepsi products. They traded 17 submarines, a frigate, a cruiser and a destroyer. The president of Pepsi Co. told National Security, "We are disarming the USSR faster than you are!"

Okay, that’s enough information for one day. Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday! I love you all.

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☾ ° › THE BRIDE WORE WHITE.

Of course she did, that was to be expected of brides. And that’s not what is important here.

The bride wore white, more ghost than girl. Instead of the romantic swelling harmonies from the very best musicians across central america, the bride walked down the aisle to the murmured whispers of the gathered crowd. She walked down the aisle alone, without flowers, without a veil, without her father. Most notably - there was no one waiting for her at the other end.

She’d been alerted of the groom’s absence fifteen minutes before she was to walk down the aisle and tried not to panic. When he had still not arrived fifteen minutes after the scheduled start, the bride began to sob. Her mother, with the efficiency and grace of a seasoned battle commander, deployed an army of staff to search for the missing groom. One unlucky attendant was given the job of quietly informing the Emperor that his missing heir was the reason for the delay.

Forty-five minutes after the time she should have entered the main sanctuary, the bride stopped crying and made a choice. She spent the next fifteen minutes composing herself. Her father spent them in conversation with his lawyers.

Precisely one hour after when her wedding should have begun, Marisol walked down the aisle alone. Arthur did not wait at the other end. After a few whispered words to the Cardinal, who to his credit managed to mostly control his reaction and offer her a kind blessing, Marisol approached the pulpit.

“Honored guests, thank you for your patience.” She took a breath. Those in the first few pews would notice the red around her eyes and how her hands trembled. “Unfortunately, the wedding has been canceled, our sincerest apologies for wasting your time. Please direct all inquiries to the office of His Highness, the Heir of Mexico. I thank you for your support and understanding.”

☾ ° › OOC INFORMATION

that’s actually the end of the event ! if you want to write out your character’s reaction to the news at the cathedral — go for it ! but you can also resume to regular threads in spain !

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Let’s Stay Together | Lumani

Featuring: @lunazuniga , Khamani Smith, Cannon Young-Carter; Aldrich Palermo & Sebastián Castillo De Leon, mentions of Federico Zuniga & Celeste Barbosa-Meier Location: Colima, Mexico Date: March 18, 2023 Notes: Lumani jump the broom!

KHAMANI

The weather in Colima was amazing. Warm with a nice, cool breeze that kept it from being too hot outside. While getting ready with his friends and son, Khamani had some 90's R&B music playing from his phone and a bluetooth speaker. The music along with the friendly chatter swirling around all helped keep his nervousness low. Of course he'd had no doubt in his mind that he loved Luna and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He never would've proposed if that wasn't the case. His nervousness was all him--wanting to make sure that he was always going to be enough for Luna, to be  someone whom she and Cannon could always rely on no matter what. He loved her deeply. He loved the life that they'd begun together, and he loved their family. Khamani knew he would do anything and everything possible to make sure that they were always loved, supported, cared for, and protected when needed. After adjusting his vest, he knelt down and called Cannon over to straighten up his outfit and sombrero. Khamani reminded his son to make sure to hold the ring bearer pillow with two hands like they'd practiced, even though the pillow held symbolic rings, rather than the actual bands. After giving Cannon a big hug and telling the little oy that he loved him, Khamani stood back to his full height and made his way over to his best friend and best man, Seb. "Hey, are we about ready to get started?"

SEBASTÍAN

In between rooms, Sebastían kept an eye on Luna and the ladies, waiting to get the okay to get the boys moving. He waiting for Celeste or Riley to give him the okay and when they did, he whispered good luck to the beautiful bride and jogged across towards where Khamani and the others were. In between the two rooms was the set up for the wedding and he couldn’t even think of a better word other than breathtaking. The fact that Khamani and Luna had no idea what had been prepared for them made the experience even better. “The girls are ready.” He poked his head and then chuckled when he saw Cannon in his charro outfit. He crouched down and gently massaged both sides of the boy’s arm. “Que chulo!!” And then he stood up and smiled at his best friend, making sure there was nothing out of place before opening his arms. “You’re going to fall in love all over again.”

KHAMANI

Khamani smiled at his best friend and chuckled at Cannon's massive grin when his uncle greeted him. The little boy hugged Sebastían around his legs and then flitted ahead to his dad's side. Khamani smiled and gave Cannon's shoulder an affectionate squeeze before facing his best friend. "Okay, good, good." He stood still while Seb looked him over and then smiled a bit, "I believe you. I'm ready. I think everybody here's ready too." He glanced around at his groomsmen and then looked back to Seb, "Alright. I guess it's time then, huh?" He clapped a hand to his best friend's back and then gently guided Cannon to the door while letting the other guys know it was time to get the ceremony started.

SEBASTÍAN

Sebastían chuckled, quickly rubbing the top of Cannon's head, remembering to gift him with his charro hat later that night. It would probably be too distracting now but Seb adored seeing how into it Cannon was. It was also nice to see how ready Khamani seemed to be. "You know, when I started to officiate here and there, I've seen every type of groom or bride, etcetera but you...well you're ready, huh?" He really was the most prepared, the most laidback groom Seb has seen and it was nice knowing that this particular groom was his best friend. He let the groomsmen know that Aldrich was waiting for them in the main area so that he could situate them with the rest of the bridal party and before he could join them, Seb took in one quick look once more. Seeing how far Khamani had come and how happy he looked made this even more special. "You look perfect." Seb reached for his nephew's hand and then gestured to Khamani so that they could begin walking toward the altar. He told Canon to make sure he follows Aldrich's instructions before letting him walk to the man. He then looked up at Khamani and smiled. "Let's get you married."

KHAMANI

Khamani's smile was small but genuine. He listened to his best friend, his brother. He nodded at his question. "I'm ready. I love Luna and she loves me. Cannon's both our son in ever way that matters. Today's just further solidifying us being a family." He watched his son for a moment and then looked back to Seb. "Thanks for everything, especially for being my best man, today and everyday." When the other men cleared out of the room to meet up with the bridesmaids, Khamani knelt to give his son a fist bump and a hug, quietly telling him, "You got this, little man." He stood back up again and then headed out with his son and best friend. Aldrich had been standing by, watching and double-checking that everyone looked ready to go. He then approached where Khamani and Seb were standing and let the groom know that he was okay to go stand up at the altar. Khamani nodded and thanked the man, and then gave Seb a quick clap on the shoulder before starting up the aisle and patiently wait.

LUNA

Luna had taken her time this morning. She was sure to wake up extra early so she could write her letter to Khamani and have it delivered along with the gift she had purchased for him.  The hair and makeup crew had arrived early as well to set up their stations. Everything seemed perfect and she had a lot of her family and friends and Kendra to thank for it. Everyone was beginning to look beautiful and Luna had been advised she'd be the last one to get ready. As the others got their makeup and hair done, Luna was sure to hype them all up. It wasn't long before time had passed and it was her turn at a station. She had done her own nails while she was waiting and had begun to pick at the fresh fruits cut up and brought in by Jade and her crew. It all felt so surreal like she was in some movie. It had felt that way since meeting Khamani. She knew the day she saw him she'd want to be with him and thinking back at everything they had been through together, made her tear up slightly. "Ah ah! Get it out now before I put your face on!" The makeup artist made Luna chuckle and she was happy about it too because otherwise, she'd be a mess. Once they were ready and Seb had poked his head into their room, Luna turned around to show off her dress and his reaction made her giggle slightly. "Te ves preciosa, Lunita." And she felt her face turn all different types of pink as the others gathered to help her with the train. "Thank you, Seb. You can let the boys know we are ready?" When Seb disappeared, Luna took some deep breaths and smiled widely at her friends and family. "It's tiiimmmeee!" With that, they all began to line up as per Aldrich and Luna stayed far in the back. When Aldrich brought Cannon to her side, her eyes filled with tears. "Here I go again." She couldn't help it. Cannon looked perfect. "Hey, bud. Are you ready?" At his nod, she smiled, holding his hand tightly until she was ready to let go. The music began to play and her father took his position beside her.

"Hola papi." Luna smiled at her dad and he bent down to kiss Cannon on the cheek before kissing his daughter's. "Hola, mija. Te ves hermosa. Khamani doesn't look so bad either, eh?" They all chuckled around him and he straightened up, clearing this throat to let the others know it was time to walk the aisle.

KHAMANI

Khamani kept his composure as the lax instrumental ceremony music turned more purposeful, indicating the start of the wedding. One-by-one, their pairs of family and friends chosen to be a part of their wedding party walked down the aisle and split off once they reached the altar. Tyla walked out alongside Cannon who was dutifully carrying his ring bearer pillow with a massive, bashful smile. Khamani grinned and crouched to quickly tell his son, "Good job, little man," before standing upright again and keeping the little boy close between himself and Sebastían. Xavier would be the last of the wedding party to precede Luna and his entrance was also cued by a change in the music. As expected, his younger friend's flower man role garnered plenty of amusement from guests. Khamani rolled his eyes but was grinning too. He loved Xavier's outgoing nature and that there was a way for him to be a part of his and Luna's big day with such flare that was equal parts loving and humorous. Finally though, the time had come for Luna's entrance. The guests who were able, rose to their feet and turned on either side of the aisle to greet her and her father. Khamani, who hadn't seen Luna since breakfast, quite literally had his breath taken away. Luna was always beautiful to him, and each time the two of them got dressed for special occasions, he thought she was gorgeous and sexy. Today, however, she was all of the above, and more. Radiant, stunning, dazzling... Khamani's smile returned. The woman approaching him was his moon. She was the love of his life, his best friend and lover, his person. And he was going to marry her. His smile grew into a grin as she neared and while the music steadily faded, he murmured a, "Hey," to her. He wanted to kiss her right then and there but knew he would have to wait. Instead, he offered his hand to her, prepared to hold hers any time for the rest of their days.

LUNA

Walking down the aisle felt so surreal. Luna held on to her father, her eyes welling up with tears . She held on tight, hoping that her knees wouldn't give out on her from her nerves. From a distance, she kept her gaze on her future husband, her smile widening the closer she got to the altar. When their eyes locked, it was just the two of them at that moment. Luna took a deep breath when she and her dad stopped and waited for him to remove the veil from her face and over her head. She then turned to face Khamani once more and smiled even wider. "Hey, you." She chuckled softly and those in earshot did too. Taking Khamani's hand, Luna turned to face the officiant, taking a moment here and there to steal glances at her Khamani. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…”

KHAMANI

Khamani only briefly took his eyes off of Luna to give her dad a polite nod, but his gaze quickly fixed back on his soon-to-be wife. He kept his hand in hers while facing the officiant and listened to the beginning of the service. Khamani's free hand had reached out just slightly in Cannon's direction, and the little boy wasted no time closing his fingers around three of his dad's. Khamani's existing smile grew a bit, being physically connected to his family of three. Once it came time for them to exchange vows, Khamani gave Cannon's hand a loving squeeze and then let go while taking his phone out. He pulled up his notes and faced Luna a little more directly. The officiant had invited him to go first, at which point, Khamani nodded and started on his vows with occasional glances to his phone notes. "Luna, I spent some time thinking about what I was going to say for my vows. It didn't take me too long to realize that I needed to start them out by telling you thank you. Thank you for giving me, and giving us a second chance back on the island. Thank you for loving me, making me smile, valuing and supporting me, and thank you for being the most incredible mom to Cannon. I promise to spend every day of our lives meeting you where you're at and lifting you higher when you need it. I promise to be the person you can go to and rely on, always. I will love you everyday of our lives, and I will make it my goal to bring you a smile at least twice each day. And I will be right next to you in parenting, in friendship, and everything life throws our way--good and bad." He pocketed his phone again and looked right in Luna's eyes as he finished, "I love you, Sunshine."

LUNA

With every word, Luna smiled even more if that were at all possible. The love she felt for Khamani and their son was something she could never properly put into words but she was going to try. by the time Khamani had finished his vows, she was once again crying and gladly accepted a tissue from Celeste. "I love you." She mouthed the words and then dried the corner of her eyes, making a joke about waterproof mascara.  "I take you to be my beloved partner in life. I promise to love, honor and cherish you until the end of time. I also commit myself to Cannon, promising to help guide him through life, during good times and bad. " She looked over to the little guy and smiled. "You have taught me that two people joined together with respect, trust, and open communication can be far stronger and happier than each could ever be alone. You are the strength I didn't know I needed and the joy that I didn't know I lacked. Today, I choose to spend the rest of my life with you. You're my best friend, my partner in crime. I love you and our little family. Every day I get to fall in love with you over and over again and I don't think many people have that privilege.  I'm excited about all of our adventures today and tomorrow. " Luna pointed to her head and chuckled. "Memorized. character trait unlocked." She grinned and took a deep breath as they awaited for their rings.

KHAMANI

Khamani wished in that moment that he hadn't gone too casual and had at least had a pocket square to offer Luna. Thankfully, Celeste had been ready and he'd given her a nod of thanks, looking at the other woman from over Luna's shoulder before returning his gaze back to Luna. Her words hit home for him. In truth she and Cannon were his home. He was listening carefully, diligently and every promise, every kindness that Luna spoke kept the gentle smile on his face. He wanted to kiss her right then but knew he had to wait. And he could be patient--and he would be--but he truly didn't want to. His teeth had shone when she let him and their guests know that she'd had her vows memorized. "So impressive," Khamani uttered to her, still giving her a gentle grin. Soon after she'd finished, the officiant asked for the rings. Khamani turned to Sebastian so that he could receive Luna's band, only to glance down and see Cannon reaching up for him, his pillow long forgotten on the ground. Khamani gave his son a crooked grin and then bent down to pick up the young boy, holding him to his hip with one arm so that his other hand would still be free to exchange rings with Luna.

LUNA

Luna pretended to flip her hair and winked at Khamani, "I know." He allowed her to be herself and in turn, she got to see a side of him that most people didn't get a sliver of. For that, she felt fortunate and loved. They were both such goofballs with each other, knowing when to face life's struggles seriously and when to be silly and fun.  Luna knew this kind of love didn't happen every day and she was thankful it was happening to them. She giggled when Cannon asked for Khamani to pick him up. In the days leading up to the wedding, she wondered if he'd be able to handle the pillow with the bands at all only to be reminded he was just a toddler. It made her think back fondly to the life they had already created together. It was just going to be official now. She reached over to adjust the front of his charro outfit and smiled at her son before readying herself for the rings. Sebastian gave Luna Khamani's band and she looked up at her soon-to-be husband with the brightest of smiles knowing he'd go first.

KHAMANI

Khamani's arm supported Cannon with ease while his other hand held onto the thin, gold band, decorated with small diamonds to compliment the style of her engagement ring. He listened to the officiant and after being asked if he'd promise to love, honor, cherish and remain faithful to Luna through sickness and in health, for richer or poorer for the rest of their days, Khamani said, "I do, always," and then held the ring as carefully as he could to slide it on her finger above the tear-drop diamond ring already resting there. Cannon grinned and commented, "Preeeetty, Mama Luna!" earning some chuckles and "Awww"s from their wedding guests.

LUNA

Luna smiled as Khamani agreed to what the officiant had said and she admired the wedding band on her finger, taken aback by its beauty and detail. She chuckled when Cannon said the ring was pretty and she agreed, reaching over to tickle his stomach quickly. "Daddy did a good job, huh?" Luna winked at Khamani and took a deep breath to prepare herself to do the same. She took Khamani's hand, delicately  holding on to the ring finger and answering the officiant with her own "I do." She slipped the black and gold band onto Khamani's finger and looked up at him happily. This was the best day of her life. "Now that you both have committed yourselves to one another and to your Holy Union through the sacred vows that you have taken and by the giving and receiving of these rings, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Those whom God has joined together may He generously bless Forever. You may now kiss the bride."

KHAMANI

Cannon nodded, still happy as a lark when he answered Luna's question. Khamani chuckled and whispered, "Thanks, bud," before falling quiet for Luna's part of the ring exchange. He held his hand as still as possible and admired the black and gold band Luna had chosen for him. "You did a good job too, Mama," he told Luna, to which Cannon chirped up, "Uh-huh! Your ring's pretty too, Daddy!" Khamani smiled to his son and reached in his vest pocket, he produced a gold necklace with a tri-ring pendant hanging from it. "We got you something too, little man. Today's about all three of us." He held his large palm flat so that Cannon could see the jewelry piece, and then Khamani asked if he could put it on him. Cannon nodded again and Khamani set him to his feet. Right away, Khamani knelt and clipped the chain around the little boy's neck. Cannon looked down at it and then looked up at his parents with pure glee on his face. He hopped a little and then made his way to stand beside his mama. Khamani gave his son a wink and then looked to Luna as the officiant concluded the ceremony for them. Being told that he could kiss his wife, Khamani stepped forward and lowered his head to meet Luna's lips. He wrapped his muscular arms around her and, once secured, he turned and dipped her a bit, all the while keeping his lips on hers.

LUNA

Luna was trying her best to keep her tears at bay but hearing Cannon speak made her cry out of happiness. "Thank you, my love." She reached up to pinch his cheek and smiled widely. "I love you both so much." When Khamani spoke, she knew what he was about to do and her excitement was more than evident. When Khamani placed the jewelry around his neck, Luna wiped her tears, admiring how it looked on her son. She put an arm around him when he joined her side and kissed the top of his head.

Once the mini ceremony had been completed and Khamani looked up to her, she whispered, "Finally" and then laughed before welcoming her now husband's kiss, giggling when he dipped her and wrapping her arms around his neck.  The cheering all around them was heartwarming and beautiful and hearing Cannon saying "Yayyyy" made her smile against her husband's lips. "I love you."

KHAMANI

"I love you," Khamani replied back, and Cannon soon chimed in, "I love you, Mama Luna!" loudly enough for their guests to hear and give a drawn out, "Awwwwwwww" in response to the little boy's declaration. Warmth pooled in Khamani's chest when Luna pulled Cannon close and kissed his head, and Cannon hugged her around her dress as best as his little arms could. But when the ceremony came to an end, Tyla had crouched to get her little cousin's attention while Khamani enveloped Luna in his arms and kissed her, and dipped her. Khamani was only vaguely aware of the cheers, claps and whoops around them as he gave Luna a lasting kiss. But eventually he righted her and gently drew his lips back, smiling down at her. "I love you, Sunshine." He squeezed her hands and faced their guests as the officiant claimed their guests' attention once more, explaining the history and significance of jumping the broom. As he did so, Luna's parents had been cued to lay the decorated broom at Khamani and Luna's feet. And at the end of the explanation, the officiant invited everyone to count and urge the couple on with a, "One...two...three... JUMP!" shout. Hand squeezing Luna's, Khamani took the leap beside her, leading to another round of cheers from their family and friends.

LUNA

This is all Luna had ever dreamed of. Take away the planning and the dresses and the luxuries her father had made sure to take care of for them and she would have still been just as happy as she was now. These were all just added pluses. "I love you more." She grinned and cupped his face as Khamani brought her back up from the dip. Smiling widely, she took Khamani's hand, listening intently to the officiant and proud to be celebrating a special part of the ceremony. Her parents placed the broom in front of them before both of them kissing Khamani on the cheek and welcoming him into the family. Once prompted, she jumped along with her husband, giggling softly as she did. "Oh my God, I loved that!" Luna looked over to her husband and simply fell into his arms, hugging him tightly.

KHAMANI

Khamani happily hugged Luna back as their friends and family cheered for them. Music began, cuing them to walk back down the aisle. Khamani lifted his wife's hand while bending his head to kiss it, and then he turned back, reaching for Cannon's hand. The little boy picked up his pillow and hurried to his dad's other side. With his wife and his son, he escorted them both back down the aisle, more elated than he'd been in a very, very long time thanks to the new chapter beginning for their family.

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Marfa Lapkina in The Old and the New (Sergei Eisenstein and Grigori Aleksandrov, 1929)

Cast: Marfa Lapkina, M. Ivanin, Konstantin Vasilyev, Vasili Buzenkov, Nejnikov, Chukamaryev, Ivan Yudin, E. Suhareva, G. Matvei. Screenplay: Grigori Aleksandrov, Sergei Eisenstein. Cinematography: Eduard Tisse. Art direction: Andrey Burov, Vasili Kovrigin, Vasiliy Rakhals. 

Sergei Eisenstein's last silent film almost deserves the old joke that you can always tell a Soviet film because the hero is a tractor. The Old and the New (sometimes called Old and New; the Russian language has no definite or indefinite articles) does conclude with a kind of ballet of tractors, but its hero is human: Marfa Lapkina, an actual Russian peasant who essentially plays herself in a story about the efforts to organize a kolkhoz, a collective farm. We first see Marfa struggling to survive as a farmer who doesn't even have a horse. Reduced to begging, she goes to the fat, greasy kulaks in her neighborhood, who reject her pleas for help. But a revolutionary organizer arrives in the village to set up a collective and introduce the locals to farm machinery. The rest of the film depicts Marfa's rise to leadership of the collective, battling the resistance of stick-in-the-muds, kulaks who poison the collective's bull, and bureaucrats who drag their feet on providing the collective with a tractor. The film was begun in 1927 under the title The General Line, but Eisenstein's work on it was interrupted so he could finish October (Ten Days That Shook the World), a celebration of the tenth anniversary of the Bolshevik revolution. Meanwhile, Leon Trotsky, whose ideas about collective agriculture were the original impetus for the film, fell from power -- a foreshadowing not only of the difficulties Eisenstein was to have dealing with Soviet ideology as Stalin consolidated his power, but also of the troubles ahead for Russian farmers in the 1930s. The film was taken out of Eisenstein's hands and re-edited, but the restored version we have today is visually fascinating: The opening scenes of suffering Russian peasants, strikingly filmed by Eduard Tisse, bring to mind the work of Walker Evans and Dorothea Lange in documenting American farmers in the South and the Dust Bowl during the Depression. There are several bravura montages, some of which are used for a comic effect we don't usually expect from Eisenstein, such as the "wedding scene" in which the bride turns out to be the collective's cow and the groom the bull, and the demonstration of a new milk separator that builds to an orgasmic release of cream from the machine's lovingly filmed spigots. But the propaganda is also thick and heavy in the depiction of kulaks and bureaucrats, and especially in the treatment of the Orthodox church in a scene in which an ecclesiastical procession goes out to pray for rain to end the drought. The images of the sweaty clergy and congregants carrying icons and prostrating themselves in supplication are intercut with images of bleating sheep. Eisenstein left the Soviet Union, accompanied by Tisse and his co-director Girgori Aleksandrov, in 1928; after a disastrous attempt to work in the United States and Mexico, he was persuaded to return to Russia in 1932 but didn't complete another film until Alexander Nevsky in 1938.

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Capturing Cultural Traditions: Wedding Photography Around the World

Introduction

Weddings are universal celebrations of love, but the way they are celebrated can vary greatly from one culture to another. Wedding photographers around the world have the unique privilege of capturing these diverse cultural traditions, creating a visual tapestry of love, customs, and rituals. In this blog, we explore the fascinating world of wedding photography as it reflects the rich tapestry of global cultures.

India: Vibrant Colors and Rich Traditions

Indian weddings are a riot of colors, traditions, and rituals. Wedding photographers in India are tasked with capturing the beauty of ornate attire, intricate henna designs, and a multitude of ceremonies. From the vibrant reds of a Punjabi wedding to the golden hues of a South Indian ceremony, Indian wedding photography is a celebration of color and culture.

Japan: Elegance and Simplicity

Japanese weddings are a blend of simplicity and elegance. Traditional Japanese wedding attire, like the white kimono for the bride and the montsuki kimono for the groom, creates a striking contrast against the serene backgrounds of Shinto shrines. Japanese wedding photography often focuses on capturing the subtlety of the ceremony and the meaningful details.

Nigeria: Exuberance and Festivity

Nigerian weddings are known for their exuberant and festive nature. Photographers in Nigeria have the exciting task of capturing the vibrancy of the traditional attire, the lively music, and the energetic dance celebrations. The Yoruba, Igbo, and Hausa cultures each bring their unique customs and styles, making Nigerian wedding photography a colorful journey.

Mexico: Tradition and Unity

In Mexican weddings, photographers capture the symbolism of unity. The "lazo" or wedding lasso, a decorative rope or rosary, is placed around the couple's shoulders to signify their union. Photographers skillfully depict these symbolic moments, often set against the backdrop of beautifully decorated churches and vibrant Mexican landscapes.

China: Symbolism and Tradition

Chinese weddings are steeped in symbolism and tradition. Photographers focus on capturing the significant moments, such as the tea ceremony where the couple pays respects to their parents. The vibrant red colors, intricate décor, and stunning backdrops make Chinese wedding photography a visually captivating experience.

Morocco: The Intersection of Cultures

Moroccan weddings are an amalgamation of Arab, Berber, and Andalusian traditions. Wedding photographers in Morocco aim to capture the fusion of these cultures. The intricate patterns of henna on the bride's hands, the colorful caftans, and the traditional music are all beautifully showcased in Moroccan wedding photography.

Greece: Ancient Rituals and Romance

Greek weddings are a blend of ancient rituals and modern romance. Photographers capture the heartfelt moments of the crowning ceremony, where the couple is crowned with laurel wreaths. The picturesque Greek landscapes and the simplicity of the Orthodox ceremony create a romantic atmosphere that photographers artfully preserve.

Conclusion

Wedding photography is a universal language that transcends borders. It serves as a testament to the diversity of human traditions and the common thread of love that runs through them all. In each corner of the world, wedding photographers document the unique customs, the vibrant colors, and the emotional moments that make each culture's wedding celebration a masterpiece in its own right.

As we explore wedding photography around the world, we come to appreciate the skill, creativity, and cultural sensitivity that photographers bring to their craft. They are not just capturing images; they are preserving a legacy of love, tradition, and unity. Wedding photography, in its global diversity, is a testament to the beauty of the human experience and the art of capturing cultural traditions for generations to come.

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The O’Neill Boston History of Military Support (French Paradis Tradition)

Gene O’Neill: Worked as an economist and psychiatric administration designer in China, under Richard Milhouse Nixon, to design mindfulness hospitals, splitting the Chinese and Soviet causes, harkening the end of the Vietnam War.

Marie O’Neill: “Fullbird” Colonel, US Army, base psychiatric nurse, experiments on xenids captured from Roswell and other downed saucer crashes.

Robert Edwards: Police and social engineering work, as a housing and civilian rights advocate, dealing in police mistreatment of soldiers, pro-war advocates, and psychiatric patients, particularly when medical or foreign activists were involved; always with communists targeted in terms of their base civil needs of assertion and status “grifted through penny”, her signature term for someone taking away something simple to humiliate someone into ceding rightful heir to a “faggot hippie”, another term she coined as a new alignment, placed on a child of a soldier by marriage of fact, not tantamount (a forced bride or groom’s wedding, out of sight of father, mother, or parent of child).

Francis O’Neill: Work in chemistry, psychology, and rare blood sciences, through philosophy and endotropic healing factors of plant toxins, at Boston University, using reprints and modifications of Friedrich Nietzsche, to break Immanuel Kant and Kantian inclined philosophers, for supporting the anti-war cause through psychological shutdowns of reason, the false sign of shutdown from a “fags”, later placed in her structure for them, the Westboro Baptist Church, to “eat shit and die”, the famous Poison Ivy term for an anti-war protestor, as a nominal statement of fact adverb preposition of exposit sentence, noun and fact of reason (ancient Cardinal’s quarter, Benson Catholic Church, Yardale, Vermont, for Jamaican protestors against Peace Acts, 1950s).

James O’Neill: Marksman chaplin’s rifle shot unit, Australian MI-6, specializing at the targeting of African, Hindu, and Mali Malaysian soldiers of wealth and status, supplying the war effort of the South, through the North, for drug sales and “arbor trees”, changed draft statuses, suicide setups and Naval indoctrinations, through “Charles Manson Shifts”, based on the famous case prior to suspicion, incarceration, or arrest of the subject, through a prank letter sent to Steven Charlebois, to get Oliver Stone drafted for being a cadre member of a Jewish Sipophon unit, an anti-war unit for “tolerance protests”, the draft of O’Neill kinsman of African blood, Cassius Clay, for boxing, against his will, inducing Parkinson’s.

Daniel O’Neill: Indoctrination in the Boston University Culminate Columns unit, for undercover journalists tracking columnists, berveistas (bartenders and barristas), and ‘had rags’ (southern Hispanic soldiers, supporting Che Guevera, the talent and trade administration).  Shot a Hispanic journalist, disguised as a Dutch Country cop, on the border to New Mexico, and Mexico, after revealing him as a “narc pipeline”, to Hispanic Mossad, resulting in the label of Che as “KGB”, and his eventual hunt and glorious godfounder murder, by “CIA”, actually rice plantationers from America, with a CIA button and tag, from Gene O’Neill of New York City, confused in the mail (not an Irish Witch, but a Jew with the last name O’Neill, hence easy to trick for Gene Roberts, an old walsh plantation artist from Carolina, South and North at two extremities of fact and meaning).

Evelyn: I can’t remember her married name, which means I’m not supposed to know what she did.

Timothy O’Neill: USMC heavy “lago” unit, scout sniper, took bearings apart and put them in golf balls, inventing modern NSA theory, “phone phreaking”, taking a disused military line or police campus radio, on a “jock set”, then calling through to the proper origin of source, a declassified trick since the 1990s, used to spy on cops with “Mar-a-lago” fictional brokers, for “caluminate corruption”, causing or fostering the psychotic break through hypnosis or harassment, of any Irish citizen, particularly those with Royal, Native, or Carib roots, not counting Hispanics, hunted at “Gourds Send”, for the crime of Che Guevera and the Jewish movements in the American South practicing castration on Vietnam veterans, and their friends and family, the “gook killers” as we’re termed.

Alice Charlebois: The support of Vietnam veterans through hunts for “chung-ko”, martial arts actors prepping for stage and drama movies and films for CIA agent Osama Bin Laden, and scumbags like him, people that want a live action film or filament philosophy.  The placement of knife blades, in cooked candy bars, to pull and draw on “black bands”, actors in “honorable fights”, and the stabbing death of 27 cop informants doing so, as well as the Desert Eagle shooting of several Italian Carabinieri on Revere Beach with CIA tattoos, all framed on Jimmy Bulger, a cop and Mossad double agent, labeled as Irish Mob and IRA through the press because of Alice’s work.

David Charlebois (Self): The support of the War on Terror through the shutdown of pacifist and peaceful forces of drug dealers inside the anti-war movement in Canada, Israel, and the United States, while marijuana was “piped” in by military veterans and retired soldiers, to pro-war advocates in defense attorneys guilds and outside of prosecutor hands, due to the unpopularity of the war with “conviction authorities”, over the war being blamed on eminent domain lawsuits, imprisonment of comic book artists, and support of the rights of the retarded to kill people on “cop orders”, drug dealers for the “numbers racket”, stealing the semen or forcing copulated marriages on bright college kids for being avariously politician, knowing when to make a public stand, instead of a private backstab with a ‘gabba gabba”, a flapping jaw with girls they want to bed (but can’t, they’re Smithers from the Simpsons, they like obese women, not strippers).