#I just KNOW Bride gave Hairdresser a dress

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Girly Girl, Girl's Girl and Girlfailure

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Welcome to the Kingdom | Jeno

Chapter Eleven: We’re not ordinary bride and groom

Prince Jeno x Princess Reader, enemies to lovers au!, royalty au!

Word count: 3073 Genre: slow burn, suggestive Author: maari Warnings: There's a VERY suggestive scene like, jeno gets hard but nothing really happens because you know how I like cliffhangers. Note: I really needed to post this chapter even though it was short! Please remind me if I forgot anyone on the taglist I'm doing this constantly, sorry! Summary: What not ordinary bride and groom do in the night before their wedding?

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Y/N stared at herself in the mirror with a mix of emotions. The semi-angelic figure reflected in the mirror didn't even look like her and she wasn't even ready, but that didn't stop the mother from sniffling in the corner of the room.

"You’re so beautiful!" The princess smiled and turned to face her mother. “Zuhair did a great job.”

“You said the same about the reception dress.”

“But it’s the truth.” her mother approached her, placing a few strands of her daughter's hair tied behind her ear so she could admire the front of the dress. “Although I liked the ceremony dress a little more.”

Y/N smiled, sharing the same opinion.

If she wasn't forced to wear two dresses to the wedding, she would wear the same one from the ceremony to the wedding reception.

After long visits from Zuhair Murad and endless hours of conversation, finally the princess's wedding dresses were there with her with all the adjustments made and ready to be worn the next day. Exactly the way she wanted.

She couldn't contain the hint of anxiety that had been settling in her stomach since the beginning of the week, although she managed to hide her facial expression, she couldn't say the same about her sweaty hands.

She is getting married tomorrow.

That alone was reason to be nervous.

But the whole context of the wedding and what it meant for her future made her even more anxious. Marriage was the symbol of her coming of age, getting closer and closer to the crown destined for her.

And well, her alliance with Jeno made her a little nervous too. All other attempts to bring the two kingdoms closer together had already failed, she didn’t want the marriage to trigger any retaliation.

She wanted it to work, for everyone's good.

“Now, you're going to take off that dress and go to the jacuzzi on the terrace.” the mother said, turning her daughter around to undo the buttons on her dress. “While I’ll take your dresses to my closet.”

Y/N frowned.

“Why for yours and not mine?”

The queen undid the buttons and helped her daughter carefully take off her dress.

“And we run the risk of Jeno coming into your room and seeing the dresses?” the queen raised her eyebrow, taking the dress to the bed where the bag was to store it.

The princess laughed.

“You don’t need to insinuate anything, you know this marriage is just a political alliance.” she recalled, defensively.

“I didn’t insinuate anything.” the queen turned to face her daughter who felt her jaw give way. “I just wanted to say there are some traditions I want to keep.”

Y/N swallowed hard and scratched the back of her head, while trying to defend herself from something her mother hadn't even said, she gave more signs than she should have.

"Why?"

The queen smiled.

“You’ll know right away.” she assured and the princess agreed.

The mother went to the door, where she called the maids to take the two dresses that were lying on the princess's bed.

“Remember to sleep well, you need to be relaxed.”

Y/N nodded.

She had been hearing this for a long time as she was preparing for the wedding, from the makeup artist, to the hairdresser, even Nana.

It was one of the reasons she chose to stay at the castle the night before the wedding, firstly because she couldn't take the risk after all they had caught the henchmen from the last attack on the kingdom but still hadn't been able to find the mastermind, and secondly she needed a little of peace and quiet on the last single night of her life.

Jeno, incredible as it seemed, understood the situation and still decided to do the same, denying all bachelor party invitations from his brothers and friends in his kingdom.

The princess found it strange, she imagined he was going to do something with the new maids who had already been selected, but so far she hadn't seen or heard anything.

She didn't know if she really believed what he said that he would only kiss her and no one else.

That was also why the queen was there at that time in the princess's room, she was so busy with the selections and other royal matters, she was only in the first conversation with Zuhair, who barely had time to see her daughter in her wedding dresses.

Y/N took the opportunity, in addition to relieving the anxiety of putting on her dresses one last time before preparing for the wedding, to get her mother's opinion.

"Goodnight my love." the queen spoke right after the maids picked up the dresses and Y/N smiled.

"Good night, mom."

The princess saw her mother close the door with a soft noise and took a deep breath, feeling her heart accelerate and turned to face her image in the mirror once again.

She was wearing a transparent white nightgown, lace details on the short sleeve, the nightgown didn't even reach halfway up the princess's thighs but she liked the light fabric, it gave her an air of freedom that she was looking for that night. Her hair was tied up in a high, messy bun.

But what she saw went beyond her appearance, she saw more than pure anxiety for the next day, she also saw hope and determination. She was no longer that teenager obsessed with becoming the perfect princess, she was about to take another step that brought her closer and closer to becoming the queen, to being the ruler that was born to be.

It seemed that only now had she realized that she had become a real adult and would have to act like one.

She took a deep breath and took a step towards the closet, ready to change her clothes and go to the jacuzzi as her mother had suggested, when she heard a firm knock on the door and snorted, throwing her head back lazily.

Believing that it was just one of the maids, she didn't even bother wearing her robe, after all, all the maids had already seen her in those outfits due to the dress fittings. She had nothing to be ashamed of.

However, when she opened the door, in addition to feeling her entire face burn with embarrassment, her jaw also dropped.

Because it wasn't one of the maids, but Jeno.

Dressed in a black shirt and gray sweatpants, with his hand behind his neck, showing his biceps.

“Wow, if I had known I would get this reception, I would have come sooner.” he smiled mischievously, analyzing the princess from head to toe.

Y/N rolled her eyes and hid behind the door, covering her exposed cleavage with the arm that wasn't holding the door. She felt completely naked in front of Jeno, as his dark eyes analyzed her as if she were… an ice cream in the middle of the desert.

"What do you want?" she asked, trying hard to keep her voice from sounding so weak.

“I came to check on you.” He shrugged, putting his hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt and the princess's eyes followed the movement, stopping at his hip, which seemed a little more... Wait a minute, Jeno wasn't wearing any underwear? “Y/N?”

"Huh?" She raised her eyes back to his face, which was smiling sideways. "What did you say?"

"Are you okay?" she raised her eyebrow at the question. “Last night as a single. Do you have plans?”

She laughed, half embarrassed and disbelieving at the same time for having seen what she shouldn't have.

“Actually, yes I do, and you’re slowing me down.” She made to close the door in his face but Jeno placed his hand on the wood before that happened.

“Are you going to get away, princess?” he teased.

She smiled evilly.

"And if I do?"

He acted disinterested.

“I could come along.”

She laughed quietly.

“Have you ever seen the bride and groom attend the same bachelor party?” she questioned and he shook his head.

“It’s just that we’re not ordinary bride and groom.” he remembered and she stared at Jeno to try to understand what he meant between the lines.

“Do you want me to invite you?” she asked, shocked. “Do you want to spend your last single night with me?”

Jeno took his hand off the door and leaned his shoulder in place, looking unassuming.

“Would it be that bad?”

Y/N crossed her arms, her figure still behind the door and she considered the request.

Bad? No. She just didn't know what to expect from Jeno.

But a part of her even liked the idea, Jeno hadn't thought of that for free, he was up to something.

And she was starting to do the same thing.

“Okay, Jeno.” She smiled slightly, to hide the naughty idea that crossed her mind. “Do you know how to get to the castle terrace?”

He shook his head.

“Your castle is a little bigger than mine, I haven’t memorized the map yet.”

God, she didn't believe she would do that.

“Okay, then follow me.” she said, feeling her heart speed up the moment she came out from behind the door to get her robe next to the bed because Jeno's eyes observed her in a far from discreet way.

She felt his gaze burn on her bare thighs and especially on her ass covered in fabric so transparent that it was obvious he would look, and that was exactly what she wanted.

Y/N put on the robe but didn't tie it and turned around, seeing Jeno's lips pressed together as he stared at her intensely. The princess didn't say anything and left the room, closing the door behind her, with Jeno beside her.

They walked to the terrace in silence, Jeno seemed tense and Y/N glanced at his face from time to time, she led him to the furthest part of the terrace, entering an area completely different from the rest of the castle.

Y/N walked to the jacuzzi and tested the water temperature with the palm of her hand while Jeno stood a little further back observing the room. It was more rustic, divided by windows that were covered by medium trees and wood, further to the side it was possible to see a corner sofa very close to the large smooth window with a space for a fire pit right in the center, also full of green, with flowers and a tree that passed the ceiling. The yellow lighting made the room much more cozy.

"Wow!" was all he said. “I didn’t know you had this here.”

“It was my idea but it was my mother who carried it out. It reminds me a lot of a chalet we have in the north of the kingdom.”

Jeno looked surprised and the princess laughed softly.

“I didn’t know you had a way with these things.”

She shrugged.

“I like rustic things.” she admitted and saw Jeno looking at her curiously.

"Oh, really?" he seemed very interested. "What kind?"

She smiled and took her hands to slowly take off her robe, making Jeno pay attention to her.

“You’ll have plenty of time to find out.” she replied, letting the robe fall to the floor and she shivered as Jeno's eyes looked her up and down again.

Only this time she let him admire her for a long time. Jeno became serious, his eyes clearly screamed desire and the princess couldn't deny that she liked that, the way he looked at her made her feel powerful and confident, enough to enter the jacuzzi the way she was, fully aware that the transparent nightgown would be even more transparent, because that's actually what she wanted.

When she sat down, she let out a low moan and looked at Jeno with an expression of false innocence.

“Aren’t you going in?” she asked quietly and Jeno laughed, unbeliever.

That would be a night of surprises then.

He just nodded and in one quick movement pulled off the black shirt he was wearing, Y/N's little smile quickly faded and she swallowed hard as she stared at his bare torso.

The other opportunities she had, Jeno was dressed, there was always something that prevented her from fully seeing his torso, but not this time. She could see every bit of exposed skin and it looked like Jeno had really been working out a lot because he looked so much stronger.

And she even tried to look away when Jeno grabbed the hem of the sweatpants he was wearing, but her curiosity got the better of her and she just watched him, exactly as he had done to her. He was wearing black underwear, different from what she had imagined, so she noticed that the bulge on his hip was slightly awake.

Oh God…

She felt the danger in the air but also the excitement and it wasn't something she wanted to stop, because that little game of seduction was too good for both sides.

Jeno entered the jacuzzi, facing the princess, and sat down as he murmured softly when the hot water came into contact with his skin. He stretched his arms to rest on the edge and smiled mischievously at her who blinked a few times before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

She was wet. And it wasn't even because of the jacuzzi.

What had she done?

In fact, she didn't even know why she had done it. She just followed her instincts, but she was waking up a monster that she didn't even know if she could handle.

The image of Jeno dressed only in his underwear would hardly leave her mind.

Y/N couldn't even stay lost in her own paranoia for long and felt the water in the jacuzzi moving beyond what it should have, when she opened her eyes she saw that Jeno was moving to stand in front of her with his arms on either side of her.

She lost her voice and just stared into his dark eyes closely.

“I know what you're doing.” he whispered and brought his face closer until he was millimeters away from touching her. “It was creative, I confess.” the princess's eyes fell when she felt his breathing so close to hers. “But I won’t kiss you.”

Y/N opened her eyes in shock.

"What?" the voice sounded slightly disappointed and Jeno smirked.

“Am I going to have to remind you of what I told you a while ago?” he asked and she opened her mouth to respond but no sound came out as Jeno moved his face to put his lips on her neck, Y/N tried to grab anything inside the jacuzzi that would make her legs regain strength.

Okay, she wasn't expecting that.

Much less that his lips were so warm against her skin. Her heart was beating so fast she didn't know if he could hear it.

“Jeno…” her voice was so weak that she didn’t even blame Jeno for laughing.

"Do you remember?" Jeno's voice vibrated against Y/N's skin and she rolled her eyes before closing them completely. “When you kissed my brother, what did I tell you?”

He didn't make Y/N's life easier and leaned his body as close as he could while he remained kneeling in front of her, involuntarily Y/N opened her legs so that he was between them. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already giving in.” He gave Y/N a light bite on the neck that she couldn't control and brought her hands to his back. “Y/N, answer me!”

"What?" she tried to bring back the strength in her voice but it was impossible, not when Jeno started to bring his hips closer to hers.

“Do you remember, yes or no?” he moved his mouth to her ear, where he blew softly, sending goosebumps through her body.

Remembering? Yes she remembered, the problem was that she couldn't speak because of the heat she was feeling rising more and more and stopping in her belly.

"Yes." she swallowed the urge to moan when she felt him next to her body.

God, Jeno was torturing her and he was just leaning against her, he wasn't even rubbing his body against hers but he was standing exactly where she wanted him.

“Then speak.” he ordered and she dug her nails into his back.

“I’m going to have to beg.” she replied, quietly.

Jeno turned his face away, a sideways smile on his face as he watched the princess's desperate expression up close.

“See, you just need a stimulus to remember.” he teased.

“If you think I’m going to-” Jeno moved his hips against hers and the moan came out a little choked.

The temperature of the water felt much warmer and Y/N felt how hard he was, she had to close her eyes tightly to keep from giving in any more than she already had. She was losing her mind!

“You will, not today, but you will.” he promised and she opened her eyes, raising her eyebrow.

“What makes you so sure?”

Jeno took a hand to the princess's face and lifted it, making her look into his eyes.

She saw nothing but desire, pure and carnal.

“The fact that you tried to seduce me.” he caress her cheek gently. “Trust me, it worked, you look really hot and you don’t know how difficult it is for me to control myself now seeing your body like that.” she had an idea thanks to his hips pressed against hers. “But I won’t kiss you until you give in completely.”

Y/N swallowed hard. She wanted to but something stopped her, maybe her pride.

And then, all that heat and fire that surrounded the two quickly ended when Jeno stood up. Y/N bit her lip at the image of him standing in front of her, wet and hard. She knew he noticed the way she looked at him but he simply walked away, leaving the jacuzzi.

Y/N's uneven breathing seemed more evident now that she had her personal space back, but her eyes searched for Jeno.

And he was there, waiting for her with a confident smile.

“Don’t worry, this time it wasn’t a dream.”

[migilini]

I Do - Charlie Gillespie

a/n: I watched to many seasons of married at first sight and this came to mind. Just pretend that Charlie in this GIF is wearing a suit. Kinda a part two to Fifth Time Workes A Charm

Requests are open btw! (not just for Charlie)

words: 3k

warnings: none just fluff and a lot of crying

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You barely slept during the night. You kept waking up what felt like every hour to check if it was time to get up. The bed felt awfully empty and you would give everything right now to be in his arms. Then finally, the clock strikes 9 am and you are up on your feet, the nerves getting the better of you. The hotel room was nice and clean, you didn't like it, it felt too white and too lifeless to you right now.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, glowing but tired eyes staring right back at you. Taking a deep breath you tried to shake the nerves with a silly little body shake, then you smiled at yourself before heading into the bathroom to wash your face.

A knock on the door interrupted you mid-splash and you went to the door with a dripping face. “We’ve arrived!” your best friend Elouise or Eli for short exclaimed and hieved her whole baggage onto your bed. “What do you mean we?” you leaned your head out of the room and into the empty hallway. Just as you were about to close the door, feet pounded on the carpeted floor. “Sorry, sorry! Had to finish the call with hair and makeup.” Tris, your other best friend screamed through the halls, as she frantically came running towards you, phone clutched in one hand while the other held two dresses that flattered behind her.

You looked at her in amusement "Need a glass of water?" You chuckled at her heavy breathing and closed the door behind you.

"Oh yes please"

"Y/N you're so not ready...well lucky for you we are here. So hop hop go shower ma lady." Eli shushed you into the bathroom "and scrub every inch! I'll check if I have to!” You still heard their laughter as you get rid of your clothes and step into the shower. The warm water relaxed your muscles and your nerves immediately.

Several minutes later, now smelling like a goddess and wrapped into a soft white towel, you sat on the bed in your now crowded hotel room. While you were showering your nerves away, your dress, the hairdresser and makeup artist arrived.

“There she is!” greeted the makeup artist “Come sit down, we’ve got everything out and you and I already discussed your look. Are we still okay with it?”

“Yes, Carlos. But make everything as cry proof as possible okay?” you said laughing slightly.

“I also brought you a coffee and a croissant. I know you don’t usually eat something in the mornings but we don’t want you to faint now do we?” Tris held a tablet in front of her with several cups of coffees and something to eat. You took a cup gratefully, shooting her a quick thanks, holding the cup as Carlos started on your face and Melissa, the hairdresser started drying and styling your hair.

“Can I have my phone back?” You said to no one in particular.

“Nope, sorry.”

“Emi! What--It’s my phone!”

“I do know that. And you should know that Tris and I know you very well and you would’ve called or more likely face timed him by now and put a bad omen over the whole day.”

“Yeah. You and Charlie can’t be away from each other for long.” Tris acknowledged and sided with Emi.

“You’re just jealous that I’m in love.” You shot back with a smile and stuck your tongue out at your friends which in return gave you a growl from Carlos and Melissa who needed you to sit still.

After what felt like an eternity you were done and now it was time for your bridesmaids to get ready. They purposefully taped a piece of cloth over all mirrors so could only see yourself when you were 100% finished with getting ready.

Now that you had some time to actually think about today, your mind started to wander. Was Charlie ready by now or were there some complications? Tris did get a call earlier to then just run out of the room and come back 20 minutes later. What suit would he wear? Was he just as nervous as you? Totally unaware of how much time you passed, you were ripped out of your thoughts with a forceful swat on your shoulder.

“Miss Bride? It’s time to get the dress on.” Tris squealed.

You took a look at your best friends who looked absolutely stunning, at some time they got changed into their dresses. Emi smiled at you with a glossed lipped smile, her brown hair up in a bun while little strands of glitter strings framed her face. She wore a turquoise halter dress with some nude heels. Tris wore a bit of a darker turquoise strapless dress, her colourful hair falling straight over her shoulder. Both had simple makeup, a nude smokey eye with eyeliner.

Your eyes started to tear up. “Guys...you look absolutely stunning.” Emi walked over to you and embraced you in a hug. “We look really fudhing good but you’re gonna look even better. Now hop hop get undressed we have to lace up the dress.”

While your friends were working on lacing your dress up, you wondered out loud. “How much do we wanna bet that Owen lost the rings?” You chuckled and then yelled, “That's way too tight!”

“Oh Owen is so gonna lose the rings but we'll be fine. You’re gonna have rings or I'll run and get you some new ones.” Tris reassured you with a smile.

“Can I finally look at myself? I want to see if I look like a bride.” Emi and Tris shared a quick look before agreeing. Emi ripped the cloth away from the closest mirror. An audible gasp was all that was heard, everybody fixated on your reaction to yourself.

“I look like a real ass bride. I- oh my god… I look so good.” You coaxed out, trying not to cry, this got all a bit real too fast.

And you really did look amazing. Your open hair fell over your shoulders and ended right underneath your boob. It had a lot of volume and little glitter braids in it and Melissa had curled them to perfection so they framed your face perfectly. Your makeup was stunning as well, the reddish-brown and glittery smokey eye complementing your skin tone and eye colour. Carlos finished the look with a pinkish nude lipstick. You were glowing.

The cream coloured dress sat perfectly on your figure, the A-line cut highlighting your waist, the flowery lace flowing from the corset top down to your feet. The dress was poofy but not too much. You looked more like Sofie from Mamma Mia and less like Cinderella. You adjusted the straps and smiled at yourself.

“And I’m telling you, Charlie will bawl his eyes out when he sees you.” Emi patted your back and finished lacing up your dress. Tris couldn't contain herself anymore and let out a little sob “I’m sorry. You just look so gorgeous. I can’t believe you're getting married.” You pulled her into a hug.

“We don't have that much time anymore. the photographer should be here in five minutes to take your bridal pictures and pictures with the bridesmaids.”

The photo session went by quickly and you could tell that they turned out amazingly, by the way, Paul, the photographer, smiled at his screen. Megan, Charlie's sister and your other Bridesmaid came in at the last minute, due to the fact that she just flew in in the morning.

Then it was time for the first look. At first, you weren't sure if you should do this or if it would be better if the first look would be at the ceremony itself. You thought it would be funny to send Tris to the first look instead of you. So you, Megan and Emi sat in the hotel room waiting patiently.

The door opened “You two are really made for each other.” Tris came back in with a huge smile on her face. “Why? What happened?” You asked, the nervousness in your voice was evident. “Was he mad?”. She started to laugh “No absolutely not because he had the same idea as you and sent Owen.”

The room erupted in laughter “Oh no he didn't!” “Of course he did”

The next couple of hours flew by so quickly. You got to the venue. Your parents came by to say hello to you and to shed some tears. They also told you that most of the guests have arrived and everybody is waiting excitedly.

Finally, it was time. You nervously cracked your fingers, as you waited for all the guests to take a seat, the closed door in front of you the only thing shielding you from your fiance, your dad standing beside you in a suit.

“Nervous?” he asked you with a slight smile, you could tell that he was trying hard not to cry.

“Very. But I’m telling you if he doesn't cry I'll turn around and we gotta try again.” you joked.

“Oh my dear...he will.” he quickly took a look at his watch and then linked his arm with yours.

“Ready?” you shot him a smile and nodded “As ready as I'll ever be.”

The outside speakers started to play the instrumental version of Cherry Wine by Hozier and the doors opened.

It was mid-May and you and Charlie decided on an Outside wedding. After searching for a great venue you finally found one. It was an old brick house with a small colonnade of bushes in the garden. It was absolutely perfect but you didn't even look at the decorations because as soon as your eyes met his, the world stood still.

He stood at the front of the colonnade where some candles burned beside him. He wore a forest green tuxedo and that dashing smile of his. The closer you got, the more you saw how much he was crying and all you wanted to do is hug him and wipe the tears away. Your cheeks hurt from all the smiling but you couldn't stop, some tears of your own spilling out of the corners of your eyes.

You kissed your dad on the cheek and let him sit down in the front row, your eyes only momentarily leaving Charlies. “Hi, handsome.” You smiled up at him and instinctively used your thumb to wipe away some tears. “Did you cut your hair?” you asked, nodding to his now chin-length hair (think October Charlie) He grabbed your hands in his and kissed your knuckles while slightly nodding his head “You look...just wow,” he whispered so that only you could hear. You just wanted to give him a compliment when the officiant interrupted you.

“Now it's getting serious.” you said while he said “No backing out.” with a wink.

“The couple standing in front of me met at the young age of 18 in the middle of the street. Y/N bumped into Charlie here and practically fell for him right there and then. She shot him a quick sorry and went her way but the universe knew that these two needed to be together so the next day he bumped into her, totally accidental of course.” the crowd laughed and you and Charlie beamed at each other. “Sadly for Y/N that day she carried an expensive Cake that flew to the other side of the pavement. Charlie felt so bad that he promptly invited her to the next bakery where they got a cup of coffee and a new cake. Today we’re gathered here today to celebrate that love.”

“I believe that the two of you wrote your own vows? Y/N would you like to start?” You nodded and turned around to take a piece of paper from Emi who stood behind you, already missing the warmth of his hands in yours.

“Charlie, you know I’m not very good with words so I really struggled to write this, but here we are standing in front of your family and friends to share our love. I knew I loved you…” your voice wavered and you let out a sob “sorry...I knew I loved you in the first week that we’ve met. We sat on a bench in the little park right around the corner from where we met. You were late and totally out of breath when you arrived. You apologized like crazy but I didn't care, you don't know this but I had a really shitty day that day and just seeing you made it all worth it. That smile of yours knocked me off my feet completely.

From that day on I only loved you more and more. I love the way you try to wake up every day with a smile. The way you always seem to have so much energy and that you try to share that energy and love with the whole world. I love waking up in your arms because they feel like home and I miss you like crazy when I don't see you for a day.

I never really believed in love at first sight before I met you and I’m so glad that you ruined my cake. I promise to try and make you smile at least twice a day, to listen and care for you, to dance with you in the kitchen while our pizza is in the oven. I also promise to try your questionable food combinations at least once every time.

I can’t promise you that we won't fight or that we won't have our ups and downs but I will promise that we’ll work it out, that we’re not going to bed with grudges, to talk about our problems and thoughts and to always make up. I promise to be your partner in crime and to take all the blame if we ever get caught and lastly, and most importantly...

I promise to love you more and more until my heart stops beating, even when the day comes that we're old and grey, I promise to always see you with the same eyes and the same heart that I see you with at this exact moment.” You took a deep breath to try and stop your sobbing. Now it was Charlie's turn to wipe away some tears.

“Baby, don’t cry your makeup will get ruined.” he joked and you let out a small laugh. “Charlie, I believe now it's your turn to speak your vow.”

He took a shaky breath in before taking a folded piece of paper from the inside of his tuxedo pocket. “I want to start off with a simple I love you. I love the way you still give me butterflies every time I see you. I love the way you care not only for me but for everyone around you. I love the way you're patient with me. I love how much you're willing to try new things with me to make me happy because you really didn't like swimming with sharks. I admire how hard you work to help others and above all, I love how you love me.

It's in the way you look at me with such patience and compassion, the way you listen to me even if I'm rambling on, the way you push me to try harder even when I feel like I've done enough. You love me without judgment and chose to see the beauty in my flaws. Today, I want to make promises to you that I will always keep. I promise to love you back forever and harder each day. I promise never to get angry at you for making honest mistakes, even if I asked you to turn the lights off every night for the past week...

I promise to never stop holding your hand or give you a goodbye kiss. I promise to walk through life, as your biggest fan, your shoulder to lean on, and your best friend and I vow to stay silly, to never take ourselves too seriously, and stay just immature enough for cake and breakfast for dinner.

You're my soldier, my lover and above all, my best friend and I'm so excited to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Both of you were grinning and crying like idiots. “Now can we have the rings please?” the officiant asked the crowd and a teary-eyed Owen stepped forward the rings clutched in his hands.

“Thank you.” the officiant gave each of you a ring. “Do you Y/N Y/L/ want to take this man as your husband in sickness and in health?”

“I do.” You smiled up at Charlie and slid the ring on his left ring finger. “Oh good it fits,” you murmured and made him chuckle.

“And do you Charlie Gillespie want to take this woman as your wife in sickness and in health?”

“I do.” He grinned widely and also slid the ring on your left hand.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Charlie, you may kiss the bride.” Your lips locked with his and you couldn't be happier. Your hands found their way into his hair while his hands gripped your waist. His lips were soft and warm and you missed them dearly in the night the two of you were apart. The crowd cheered when he dipped you.

“I present to you for the first time Mr and Mrs Gillespie!”

[ranveer--singh]

Dilbaro - O beloved (Henry Cavill x Indian Reader one shot)

A/N: So one of my friends got engaged last year and it got me in a massive wedding mood. So I decided to write this one shot of Henry marrying his Indian bride in Udaipur. Hope you all enjoy this, likes, comments and feedback appreciated.

3rd July 2019, on a scorching hot summer day Laila Kapadia and Henry Cavill were ready to tie the knot in front of their family and friends. Udaipur, India was where Henry proposed to Laila over a year ago and which also is the destination for the wedding.  Laila was Indian, born in England and her soon to be husband, Henry, was English, born in Jersey and regardless of the two cultures and family backgrounds, the whole everyone got on like a house of fire.

Laila yawned, scratching her head as she was woken up by her best friend the maid of honor. She was shoved into the bathroom to brush her teeth and have a shower while the hairdresser arrived. Henry, on the other hand, was finally ready just adjusting his red and gold embroidered sherwani for the last time. He smiled into the mirror seeing how dapper he looked. The wedding was to start in three and a half hours, giving Laila time to get ready and put on her heavy lehenga.

The weather in Udaipur was unbearable, making Henry want to take his sherwani off, sit in his underwear with the AC on. Everything was pinned, tied and knotted together making it a chore to take of and then, later on, put it back on so Henry grabbed a jug of water and some ice and started to drink to cool himself down. Laila, on the other hand, had just stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed. She slipped into her underwear and applied her body lotion before sitting on the chair letting the hairdresser do her hair.

Laila smiled, her heart filled with joy as she was excited to finally be marrying her one true love. This past year had been a long stressful year with her losing her grandmother, moving from Manchester to London. Apart from losing her grandmother, moving to London was great and gave her time to decorate their new home the way they wanted it. Henry had a busy year also, finishing shooting hos latest movie, planning other business adventures and charities he loved to spend time with and help.

Henry downed another glass of water sitting with his brother, dad, best man and his close friends as they all started to eat breakfast. Since dating Laila he has been exposed to a wide range of indian food. Sweet, savory, spicy and bitter and he at first wasn’t sure but as the weeks past his taste buds grew. He ditched the morning coffee for an aromatic cup of Indian chai filled with cinnamon and cardamom. Henry had to explain to everyone what they were eating which was puri and shaak ( deep fried bread with hot potato curry) a famous dish from the Gujarat region which Laila made once a month when it was her time of the month and cravings were on overdrive.

The hairdresser finished Laila’s hair which was tied up in fishtail plait and showed off the brown highlights through her black hair. The makeup artist finally arrived to glam her up before she could put on her outfit and have some food. She was starving and hadn’t eaten much since 10pm last night, still sitting in her chair getting makeup done her friends and family put on some music. They all danced and sung along, Laila joining in singing a few lines trying not to ruin the makeup.

It reached the two-hour mark. At Henry’s household, everyone had finished eating and were all taking pictures and what not before the cars finally arrive. A white Rolls Royce awaited for the groom and his best man while the others sat in a limo heading to the venue first. Henry looked in the mirror one last time, taking a selfie to show his bride later, he downed yet another glass of cold water before leaving the house and stepping into the car with his best friend. Henry leg shook with nervous and excitement through the whole journey to the venue, he could wait to make Laila his bride.

Finally, Laila was in her red and gold velvet lengha, her mum helped her put on the jewellery while her best friend put on her gold encrusted heels on her. Few pictures, selfies and group shots were taken before Laila’s mum handed her a box. Inside was her mum’s wedding chain which she wanted Laila to wear today. They cried, hugging one another before her mum put the chain on her smiling happily, overjoyed with the fact her daughter was getting married. After everyone was ready they left for the venue, Laila and her mum rode in a horse carriage to the wedding, it was fairytale like.

The car stopped, Henry looked outside the window smiling at how beautiful and grand the venue looked. Finally, he was going to get married to the girl of his dreams. Stepping out of the car, he looked ahead to the place, it was stunning. He remembered Laila dragging him to the 15th venue they had seen while on the hunt to find the perfect place when they stumbled upon this one,  they both fell in love with it in an instant. Henry put on his sunglasses as the sun shone brightly into his eyes, his best man took a picture of him outside the venue. Walking with his best man they passed a large water fountain, drums getting louder as they walked into the hotel where the wedding was taking place.

People had already arrived, having food, drinks and taking their seats. The guests talked amongst each other as music played in the background. Walking past the reception, dining area Henry was escorted out to the huge garden which was transformed for the wedding. It looked beautiful, gold and red chairs around, tables scattered with roses, and a band playing classical music. Henry smiled seeing the altar. It was a hand carved wooden altar dressed in white and red flowers. Inside was two golden chairs for the couple to sit and four other chairs for both sets of parents.

Smiling he took the scenery in, a tear ran down his face not believing in one hour he was getting married to Laila. Henry's parents walked towards him, giving him a huge hug, taking some pictures with him before giving him some last minute parental advice. Laila was still sitting in the horse carriage taking the long route to the venue, her mum talking to her, telling Laila how proud she is of her. They both had tears in their eyes as they hugged one another.

Laila finally arrived at the venue, everyone had now taken their seats. Henry was sitting at the altar waiting for the music to start and for Laila to walk down. Kuch to hai tujhse raabta ( There is some connection with you) started to play on the loudspeakers, signaling everyone to stand up. Henry was hidden by a long white cloth, as Laila walked through with her uncles next to her. Reaching the altar she stood in front of Henry who was still hidden and waited until the cloth was taken away. The cloth was removed and beaming smiles spread across both their faces. He couldn’t help but grin, mouthing ‘you look gorgeous,’ at her making Laila blush and everyone giggle seeing her face get red.

Flower garlands were exchanged between Laila and Henry before they sat in their seats waiting for the priest to carry on with the ceremony. Finally, it was time to go round the fire seven times. Henry’s dupatta and Laila’s were tied together as they walked around seven times as their family and few friends threw flower petals at them every round. The priest said some last words, making a little joke about keeping each other happy making everyone laugh including the bride and groom.

Now it was time for Laila and Henry to take blessings from both sets of parents. They went to Laila’s parents who grabbed them into a big hug crying at how beautiful they are together. Henry touched her parent’s feet for blessings letting them know he will be there for her no matter what. Then they slowly walked to Henry’s parents who hugged them Laila touching their feet for blessings.

Henry linked his hand with hers, holding onto her tightly as they walked to another part of the garden to take some wedding photos. The professional photographer followed them to the spot which was overlooking the pool and rest of Udaipur. They took a bunch of photos, each one Henry pecked her lips, over the moon he married his soul mate.

In the last photo, Henry wrapped his arms around Laila, his body on hers as they stared into one another’s eyes. Smiles appeared on there faces, eyes sparkling and Laila tiptoed to finally reach his lips and kiss them. Photos were done, now the couple had 30 minutes to breathe and be with one another.

“Hi Mrs Cavill,” Henry said, staring into his wife’s eyes with pure joy.

“Hello Mr Cavill,” Laila beamed giggling into Henry’s lips. It was nice the couple got away for a short time just to be with one another before going back to eat.

“Babe I got a surprise, here open the envelope,” he said, handing her a red envelope waiting to see her reaction when she finds out where they are going on a honeymoon.

“Is this where we are going,” Laila’s voice broke, eyes welling up as she slowly teared up the envelope. Inside were two-holiday tickets to Thailand, it was listed as one of Laila favourite destinations to visit. For three weeks they will be visiting Bangkok, Chiang Mai, and Puckett, Henry planning every detail of the holiday.

He smiled, moving closer to his wife and wiped a few tears that trickled down her face. Leaning down Henry kissed her lips ever so softly, before letting it get heated, tongues exploring each other’s mouths.  They rested heads against one another, overjoyed with happiness after years of being together Laila and Henry were finally married.

“Purple ranger, Henry where you been, people are waiting for you,” Laila’s best friend shouted, running up to where the couple were standing. She embraced them into a huge hug, Henry laughing at the fact his wife was called purple ranger since a little girl as she loved power rangers and the colour purple.

“We’re coming, just give us a few minutes,” Laila giggled holding onto her husband’s hand wanting to be alone with him a tad bit longer. She knew after the reception tonight they would be flying to Thailand for their honeymoon, but as a photographer she wanted to capture pictures of herself and Henry at this beautiful spot one last time before going inside to eat.

Laila waited until her best friend was out of sight before she kissed her husband roughly. They took some selfies together looking stunning in there Indian outfits. Henry kissed her again before looking down at her henna stained hands searching for his name among the intricate designs. He kissed her hands slowly exploring each finger, thumb, and palm to find where his name was. Laila giggled, watching him search sedulously. It took him awhile but he spotted it on the side of her first finger, his name, inside of a heart.

“I love your mehndi,” Henry spoke softly kissing her fingers, always fascinated with the intricate designs, he remembered his mother and sister having mehndi on their hands for a family wedding. “Wish you could keep it on all the time,” he said making Laila laugh

“Maybe I’ll need to keep an in house mehndi artist at home to forever do my hands,” she teased giggling at him biting down on her lip. Laila adored him for embracing her Indian culture, ready to have this giant Indian wedding and wear full Indian clothing. She embraced his English culture too by visiting his family for Easter and eating authentic British food from his mum.

“Can be arranged,” Henry chuckled leaning in to kiss her. Grabbing her hand in his they walked back inside to eat after hearing her stomach grumble the past few minutes. Henry and Laila walked inside the venue to the huge banquet hall where everyone was eating, talking and dancing to music from the live band.

They talked and hugged a few people on their way to the table every so often, one of them being teased and told an old story about their childhood making their faces turn red with embarrassment. Lunch was finally over, speeches had been said and a few group photos were taken before the couple finally walked out of the venue to the car waiting to take them to the place they were staying. Laila grabbed his face as soon as they left the venue and were long gone from family and friends. She kissed him hard, biting down on his bottom lip enjoying his stubble graze against her skin.

“We have hours before we have to get ready, let’s test the showers,” Laila giggled into his lips as she spoke, making Henry wink at her telling the driver to speed up so he wouldn’t have a boner forming.

[a-blue-secret]

EPILOGUE: FIVE YEARS LATER

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Chapter XXXIV | Epilogue

GENRES: royal au; fantasy au; magic au; friends-to-enemies-to-lovers; king!beomgyu, vizier!taehyun

PAIRING: taegyu

WARNINGS: none!

WORD COUNT: 4.2k+

AN: Considering how monstrously long this fic is, there was no way I was going to end it without an epilogue! Thank you all of you for reading Court of Lies! It means a lot to me :)

SUMMARY: Best friends turned enemies, Kang Taehyun has managed to trick Choi Beomgyu into his service, and to rule for a year and a day, until his youngest brother would be old enough to take the throne. Choi Beomgyu has no intention of being obedient however, and tries to thwart Taehyun’s orders at every turn. With a growing amount of distrust and lies within the court, will Taehyun manage to keep the kingdom of Gojongja from falling apart?

“It’s a shame we couldn’t hold it in Gojongja,” Beomgyu commented from where he had draped himself over the chaise longue, flicking idly through a book.

Taehyun smiled at him through the mirror as he let the maids clasp yet more gold bracelets onto his wrists.

“No matter,” Taehyun said. “We’re too good for Gojongja anyways.”

Beomgyu laughed. “True. Besides, Barumin is nicer.”

“But it’s a real shame that Nabi and Seohyun couldn’t be here,” Taehyun said as his hair was touched and crimped into place.

“Well, it was to be expected,” Beomgyu replied, flicking through his book. “Being rulers of Gojongja is hard work.” He glanced at Taehyun, smiling. “We should know.”

Taehyun grinned. “Oh, definitely.” His hair was patted into place again, and his arms were spread out so his coat could be tweaked to perfection. “And it’s not like we’ll never see them again, anyway. They can always come down to Barumin to see us, even after today.”

Finally, once the maids had deemed him to be perfect, a lace veil was produced, placed over his hair and fixed to the silver circlet nestled in his hair.

“That’s true.” Beomgyu gave a small laugh. “Oh, but I’m so glad that Jiwon was able to come here. You really wanted him to hand you off, didn’t you?”

“If he didn’t come, I was thinking about bringing in the elm tree,” Taehyun admitted, chuckling. “You know, from the garden? That tree was the closest thing to a father figure to me.”

Beomgyu laughed. “That would have been so weird,” he said.

Once his veil had been fixed, and the last finishing touches applied to his makeup, the maids stepped away, and Taehyun walked over to peer curiously over Beomgyu’s shoulder.

“By the way,” he said, “I’m pretty sure that it is custom for the groom not to see the bride’s attire until the wedding itself.”

Beomgyu smiled up at him, snapping his book shut. “Well, this is no customary wedding, is it?” he grinned. “It’s our wedding, after all. Now come on. I wanted to see you before I get dressed, so I don’t ruin my makeup by crying my eyes out during the wedding itself.”

Taehyun stepped back and spread his arms proudly, showing off his suit. Beomgyu’s eyes lit up as they travelled the length of him, taking in the ivory satin with its silver and blue embellishments. Intricate, thick lines of embroidered silver twisted and curled themselves around the fabric of his arms, embedded with tiny, bright sapphires which glittered and shone in the light. His silver buttons, polished to perfection, glittered brightly, but nothing could rival the shine in Taehyun’s eyes. He smiled widely, spinning on the spot.

Beomgyu walked forward, placing his hands on Taehyun’s waist. Taehyun’s hands automatically came up to rest around his neck. Beomgyu nudged his nose against Taehyun’s.

“You look absolutely beautiful, love.”

Taehyun smiled, brushing the hair out of Beomgyu’s face. “I know I do. And when I put on that bridal cloak, I’ll look stunning.” He nodded towards the ivory cape, still hanging on a mannequin.

In contrast to his suit, Taehyun’s cloak was free from any sort of complicated silver stitching. It was a long length of shimmering ivory, and embroidered at the bottom of the train was an intricate detail of blue roses, embedded with small blue stones. Beomgyu gaped at it.

“How long is that cloak? It looks like it’ll carry on forever.”

“The train alone is twice my height,” Taehyun smiled. “That’s why I just have a short blusher veil covering my face. It would be too heavy to have a long veil as well as a long cloak.”

Beomgyu turned back to look at him, eyes shining. “Is this really happening? Am I dreaming right now?”

Taehyun laughed. “You’ve asked me this every single day since I proposed to you. Yes, love. This is really happening. We’re getting married.”

Beomgyu’s eyes sparkled. When Taehyun smiled teasingly, catching a glimpse of the tears, he shook his head rapidly. “No no no, I’m not crying. I’m not crying.”

“I never said you were,” Taehyun laughed, brushing away the liquid building in Beomgyu’s eyes. Beomgyu blinked rapidly, before smiling blissfully. He took a step back, holding Taehyun at arm’s length so he could marvel at his wedding attire.

“You look absolutely gorgeous in the Gyeongju Choi colours. I knew you would.”

Taehyun smiled. “Is that why you insisted that I’d be the bride, even though I was the one who proposed?”

“Why else?” Beomgyu grinned. “Also, Yeonjun and Hueningkai look amazing in dresses. I couldn’t pass up on the chance.”

Taehyun’s eyes widened. “You actually made them wear dresses?”

“Well, they’re the maids of honour. Of course they have to. Plus, they wanted to! Hey, don’t start accusing me,” Beomgyu laughed.

“Alright, alright,” Taehyun said, smiling. He checked the clock in the corner of the room. “Oh, the wedding’s going to start in two hours. You’d better go get dressed.”

As if on cue, Hyunjin knocked on the door and peered inside. “Beomgyu, there you are! I think your maids are going to go bonkers if you don’t get there now.”

He hurried into the room before dragging Beomgyu by his hands. “Come on, come on!”

Beomgyu let himself be dragged out, smiling at Taehyun. “See you soon, love.”

Taehyun waved. “See you soon.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-

“So Beomgyu, how are we feeling?” Hyunjin asked as Beomgyu had his hair flattened then straightened then curled then straightened again.

“Annoyed at the hairdressers for whatever they’re doing to my hair,” Beomgyu responded, glaring playfully at the hairdresser. “But anyway, nervous. And a little bit scared.”

“Why? Are you scared that Taehyun will turn you down?” Hyunjin asked.

“No, no! No way. He proposed to me, remember? There’s no way he’d turn me down at the aisle. At least, I hope,” Beomgyu said, chuckling. “I’m scared of what Gojongja will think.”

Hyunjin made a noise of reassurance, reaching forward to pat Beomgyu’s shoulder before the stylist yanked at the sleeve of his jacket. “You don’t need to worry about them,” Hyunjin said as the last finishing touches were put onto his suit. “Even if they don’t like it, there’s nothing they can do. These weddings are perfectly legal, no matter what Kingdom they take place in. Seohyun and Nabi made sure of that.”

Beomgyu smiled at Hyunjin through the vanity mirror. “True. Thanks, Hyunjin.” He suddenly gave a laugh. “Oh, I just realised that you’ll have to dance with both Yeonjun and Hueningkai, since you’re the best man.”

Hyunjin’s eyes widened. “I have to what?” Beomgyu laughed, and Hyunjin’s face melted into a smile. “Well, at least I don’t have to dance with Yeji. She’d step on my feet purposefully all the time.”

Beomgyu grinned. “About that… I think she’s one of Taehyun’s bridesmaids so… she might insist on a dance.”

Hyunjin groaned. “Oh, god no! My feet are doomed!”

Beomgyu laughed, and when the hairdresser finally stopped torturing his hair he stood up, walking over to look at Hyunjin’s suit.

“Oh, looking smart,” Beomgyu said, smiling.

“I should hope so,” Hyunjin grinned. “You picked this for me.” He nodded his head at Beomgyu admiringly. “You look good.”

Indeed, Beomgyu did look good.

His suit was simple, but also complicated at the same time. It was traditional black with a white dress shirt, but there were lots of intricate details which made his suit unique. At the shoulders of his black coat, there was a cluster of silver sequins sewn into large, leaf-like shapes, and small blue peonies encircled the cuffs of the jacket, the tiny blue stones sparkling against the glittering silver sewn around them.

On closer inspection, even the traditional black of Beomgyu’s suit wasn’t simple. It was made of a shimmering black fabric, looking like the darkness of a midnight sky sparkling with tiny stars.

Beomgyu stretched out his arms, admiring the design of his suit. “You should see Taehyun’s,” he said, eyes shining. “He looks beautiful.”

Hyunjin laughed at Beomgyu’s bright face. “No matter how nervous you feel, you’re probably more excited than anything, aren’t you?”

Beomgyu beamed. “Yes. Is it obvious?”

“More than anything,” said Hyunjin, smiling. “But it’s good! It’s good. You should always be excited on your wedding day.”

Beomgyu smiled. “I should, shouldn’t I?” He gave a blissful sigh. “I’m getting married.”

“You are,” Hyunjin grinned, stepping down from the pedestal once his stylist deemed his suit finally perfect. He checked his pocket watch. “Oh, and we have to go now if you want to get married. The guests should be seated by now, and Taehyun’s due to appear ten minutes from now.”

“Right.” Beomgyu straightened his suit sleeves, and turned to Hyunjin, a nervous smile on his face. “Let’s go marry me off, best man.”

They walked out of the room, accompanied by several maids.

“I’m not the one marrying you off, though.”

“Oh, it doesn’t matter.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-

“Five minutes! Oh god, Taehyun you’re getting married!”

“I’m pretty sure I know that,” Taehyun chuckled as Yeonjun waved his hands excitedly.

“You look so beautiful,” he gushed. “I swear, if you start crying I will cry with you.”

“We better prepare tissues then,” Hueningkai said, smiling. “Something tells me that everyone will cry.”

“You guys fuss too much,” Taehyun sighed affectionately, as Hueningkai assisted the maids with adjusting Taehyun’s cloak. “God, this cape is heavy.”

“Pure satin with five hundred tiny sapphires embedded into the end of it, held together by a huge silver clasp at your throat,” Hueningkai quipped, smoothing down the fabric. “Of course it’s heavy.”

“I can take it off after the procession, right?” Taehyun asked.

“Sure. After you’re married, you can do anything with it. Nobody will mind. You could even rip it up and throw it away.”

“Hmm, I don’t think I’ll do that, but I’m sure I won’t wear this again.”

“Fine by me. You could donate it to Gojongja, and have it put into their artifact collection,” Hueningkai said. “This is the first same-sex marriage which has been displayed as openly as a normal marriage. It would make a good artifact.”

Taehyun nodded, adjusting his veil. “That’s a good idea. I might do that.”

“Two minutes!” Yeonjun cried, running back into the dressing room. “Oh, the ballroom looks amazing! We truly have to thank Yeji for convincing Barumin to let us hold the wedding in their palace, everything is so beautiful. And Taehyun, Hueningkai’s sisters managed to make it too!”

Taehyun blinked. “Wait– when did you leave?”

“Stop running around in your dress,” Hueningkai tsked, fixing the ruffles of lace on Yeonjun's dress. Then he registered what Yeonjun said and looked up, eyes wide. “Hiyyih and Lea? They made it to the wedding?”

Yeonjun nodded. “Yep! They’re there right now! Come on, come on, we have no time to waste! Let’s get you married!”

He paused in his tracks and held a hand over his mouth, staring at Taehyun. “Oh my, you look wonderful. Beomgyu will definitely cry.”

Taehyun smiled. “If he cries, I’m going to cry, so let’s hope he doesn’t,” he said. “Anyway, two minutes, did you say? We better get going. Where are the bridesmaids?”

“Waiting by the door,” Hueningkai said. “Waiting for you to walk down the aisle.”

Taehyun took a deep breath, fingers tightening around the bouquet of flowers in his grasp. He gave a smile, turning to look at his maids of honour. “I have to say, you two look amazing in dresses.”

Yeonjun beamed, both of them giving curtsies. “You look amazing yourself! Now come on, come on! We don’t want to keep the groom waiting, do we?”

Yeonjun and Hueningkai chattered to Taehyun as they made their way from the dressing room to outside the venue, standing outside the closed doors.

Inside, they heard someone announcing for the guests to stand.

“Alright, this is it,” Hueningkai whispered. “Don’t be nervous, okay? There’s no need to be scared.”

Taehyun looked at them, face bright. “I won’t be nervous,” he promised. “I have all of you with me, anyway.”

Hueningkai and Yeonjun smiled as Taehyun took another deep breath. The doors opened, and Taehyun faced the front, a smile on his face.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

A bright, tinkling melody played as Taehyun walked down the aisle, smile radiant. Shoulders widened confidently, steps light and hopeful, his cloak trailed gently behind him, unfolding to reveal the glittering cluster of blue flowers.

Behind him, Yeonjun and Hueningkai led the way for all the bridesmaids and junior bridesmaids, and in front of him the flower girls and ring bearer walked forwards.

When he looked back on his wedding day, Taehyun would be able to remember one thing very clearly: the happiness, which was almost tangible in the atmosphere.

Perhaps it was cliche to think so, but he felt as if he were walking on air. All he could see in that moment was Beomgyu: Beomgyu in his midnight black wedding suit, eyes twinkling. Beomgyu with a smile of pure joy on his face, matching the similarly joyful expression Taehyun’s face was alight with. Beomgyu, whose eyes were brimming with delighted tears, and whose hands were trembling with happiness.

His feet didn’t even seem to touch the velvet carpet laid out for him, instead skimming over them as if dancing on clouds, slowly approaching Beomgyu.

Beomgyu, watching him approach, couldn’t help the tears which prickled at his eyes. Taehyun’s face was so obviously bright with happiness as he walked towards Beomgyu, and in that moment Beomgyu swore that Taehyun had never looked more beautiful.

Taehyun came to a stop beside Beomgyu, beaming. Beomgyu could see the glitter of tears in Taehyun’s eyes, too, and gave a smile.

“Look who’s crying now,” he whispered softly.

Taehyun gave a small chuckle. “You’re crying too,” he pointed out. “And the ceremony hasn’t even begun.”

Beomgyu smiled softly, eyes sparkling. “So I am,” he said. “So I am.”

The ceremony passed by in a blur. Beomgyu and Taehyun were beaming, beaming brightly throughout the whole service, eyes still full to the brim with happy tears.

There was much to be said by the officiant, his speeches sentimental and solemn at the same time. But there were little words needed to understand that the two people who were getting married loved each other dearly, with their eyes fixed on each other, fingers intertwined.

Following the officiant’s speech came the ribbon tying, and Taehyun’s tears almost spilled over as the emerald green ribbon tied to his arm was wrapped with the navy blue one knotted to Beomgyu’s, signifying the union of their two clans. It was happening. They were getting married.

Beomgyu, also looking down at their two intertwined ribbons, looked up at Taehyun and smiled. It was obvious how much it meant to Taehyun to be properly part of a family: a family which he had chosen to be part of. A family with Beomgyu.

And then the officiant asked if there was anyone who objected to their marriage, and Taehyun almost expected a crowd of people to come storming into the ballroom, protesting against their same-sex relationship, but instead the guests gave a loud whoop, cheering them on.

And then it was time to exchange vows. Beomgyu turned to Taehyun and took hold of both of his hands. He smiled, took a deep breath, and began to speak.

“Taehyun. My beautiful, determined, intelligent Taehyun. God, I know literally everything about you and yet I feel like I could happily spend the rest of my life learning even more. We’ve had our ups and downs, we definitely have, but my love for you has never wavered. In fact, I think that the circumstances we’ve been in have only strengthened my love for you.” Beomgyu smiled, tears threatening to spill over as Taehyun gazed at him, eyes sparkling.

“Remember how you’d sometimes steal my toys and I’d always let you? I would be annoyed for five minutes, but then I’d completely forget my annoyance because your delighted smile made me feel happy too. Remember how I’d sometimes sneak into your room and you’d tell me off, telling me that the guards would find me? You’d be mad at me, but I knew that you were grateful that I cared enough to visit you when you’d been holed up in your room with your prince duties. And remember those years where we drifted apart? It was a time of hurt, sure, but it made me realise just how much I loved you.”

Taehyun’s tears had spilled over now, crystalline droplets falling down his cheeks. Beomgyu’s eyes had released his tears long ago, the liquid openly streaming down his face.

“You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met, Taehyun. Honestly, I can never imagine life without you by my side. I can’t imagine life without your sarcastic quips or your thoughtful words, or your bright smile or happy eyes. You complete me. You provide the calmness and peace that I need; you give me the happiness and love at times when I need it the most. You’re the moon to my sun, the calm to my excitement, the yin to my yang. You’re the gentle silver light to provide me with comfort when I feel overwhelmed by the darkness of the night.”

Everyone was crying at that point: the bridesmaids, the groomsmen, and all of the guests had shed at least one tear.

Beomgyu had to pause, tears overwhelming his words. But he gave a watery chuckle, smiling. “Most people will talk of how they will die for their partner, but for me it's different. I lived for you, Taehyun. For you, I vow to live happily if you promise to be by my side. I, Choi Beomgyu, will give myself to you through this marriage. I promise to live well, and happily, and be with you through good times and bad, through sickness and good health. I belong with you, and I hope that we’ll never ever have to part.”

With shaking hands, he took the diamond-studded wedding ring from the officiant and slid it onto Taehyun's finger, grasping his hand tight. "I give you this ring as a symbol of our love. All that I am I give to you. All that I have I share with you. I promise to care for you above all others, to give you my love, friendship and support, and to respect and cherish you throughout our life together."

Taehyun took a deep breath, before giving a laugh, blinking his tears away. “Oh, I can’t even wipe my eyes because I'll rub off my makeup!"

Beomgyu smiled, blinking away his own tears.”It looks like we both ended up crying, didn’t we?” he said, and Taehyun gave a small laugh, breathing shakily.

"Oh, God, I swear that you will be the death of me one day, Beomgyu. You say I have thoughtful words? Beomgyu, for so long it has been only your words which have been able to move me to tears. Whether it's you confessing your love to me or just stating your thoughts, your brilliant and wonderful mind along with your silvery tongue have always been things which have been able to bring tears to my eyes.

“To say that we’ve been through a lot would definitely be an understatement,” Taehyun said, giving a soft chuckle. “We’ve been through so much over the past years, even going through a period of time where we were rather opposed to each other. But do you know what made me realise I loved you? It was the fact you cared. Around this day, five years ago, I realised how in love I was with you. I loved you because you were always with me whenever I needed you to be; I loved you because you cared about how I felt; I loved you because you made me feel happy. You make me feel safe, and warm, and loved. When you smile and your eyes crinkle at the corners, I feel like I must stare at you, gazing hopelessly at you like how the sunflower turns its face towards the sun. I realised, after countless years of knowing you, that you were the one. And the reason I didn’t know it before was because I’d never even thought about a future where you weren’t with me. It was like I was made to love you, but I just never knew it.”

Beomgyu blinked rapidly to try and quell his tears, but they just fell faster as he gazed at Taehyun adoringly.

“You, Beomgyu, with your fluffy hair and sparkly eyes and pretty lips and adorable smile… you are my guiding light, my star in the sky, my beautiful sun. You shine brighter than anyone else, and when I look at you I get overwhelmed by the fact that I get to love you. I get to love you despite you being such a bright sun and me being a small moon. I am forever grateful for that fact. And I thank you, for always being with me even though I didn’t know it. I thank you for being a place of comfort, of warmth, of happiness. When I came into this world you were already here, so I get to say thank you for always being there for every moment of my life. No one compares to you, Beomgyu. You make me feel loved in the way I never knew anyone could feel. Truly.”

Through tear-filled eyes, Taehyun gazed at Beomgyu, holding his hands tight.

“Thank you so much for being my golden, shining sun, Beomgyu. And I hope that you’ll continue to be with me, no matter what. I, Kang Taehyun, will give myself to you through this marriage. I promise to live well, and happily, and be with you through good times and bad, through sickness and good health. I belong with you, and I hope that we’ll never ever have to part.”

And then this time, it was Taehyun's turn for his hands to shake as he slid the ring onto Beomgyu's shaking hand, both of them laughing and crying at how they were trembling.

"I give you this ring as a symbol of our love. All that I am I give to you. All that I have I share with you. I promise to care for you above all others, to give you my love, friendship and support, and to respect and cherish you throughout our life together."

There wasn't a dry eye in the crowd. Hueningkai was sniffling openly, and Yeji had a hold of a box of tissues which Yeonjun was constantly taking tissues out of.

But even through the tears, Beomgyu and Taehyun gazed at each other, eyes sparkling. It was clear for all to see just how much they loved each other.

The officiant clasped his hands together, looking at the soon-to-be-weds. “Do you, Choi Beomgyu, take Kang Taehyun to be your lawfully wedded partner? Do you promise to love, adore, and encourage him? Share the good times and the achievements as well as the hard times and the disappointments? Keep him in sickness, in sorrow, and in happiness and in good health? Do you promise to be loyal to him forevermore?”

Beomgyu stared at Taehyun, beaming. “I do.”

They'd gone through so much together, suffered so much hardship, but they'd come out stronger and better because of it. And they’d reached the light at the end of the tunnel which would lead them to so many other new possibilities in their future, where they were by each other’s side. They were standing on the threshold, almost ready to leap forward into the light.

“Do you, Kang Taehyun, take Choi Beomgyu to be your lawfully wedded partner? Do you promise to love, adore, and encourage him? Share the good times and the achievements as well as the hard times and the disappointments? Keep him in sickness, in sorrow, and in happiness and in good health? Do you promise to be loyal to him forevermore?”

Taehyun had a similarly wide smile on his face, words trembling with happiness. “I do.”

And after so many ups and downs, near death experiences and tearful days, they'd made it. They'd made it: to the place where they could finally be happy. They'd reached the point where they could turn away from the past and reach forward into the future together, as one.

“Choi Beomgu and Kang Taehyun, you have expressed your commitment and love for each other through the promises you have just made. You may have kissed a thousand times, maybe more. But today it shall be different. No longer will you simply be friends, for this time you have now been joined together in matrimony. You may now share your first kiss as one body.”

This was no end. Far from it. This was a new beginning. The beginning of a life where they were not separate bodies, but were one. They began that life with their hearts full of love and smiles full of happiness.

Their journey of togetherness had begun. They smiled at each other, safe in one another’s embraces, tears of joy streaming down their cheeks.

Orchestral music swelled into a thrilling, hopeful crescendo as Beomgyu’s hands found Taehyun’s waist, and Taehyun wrapped his arms loosely around Beomgyu’s neck.

They both leaned forward, and their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss.

taglist: @my-moarmy-heart @arohabangtan @a-fragmented-world

[etraytin]

Quarantine, Day 142-143

July 31-Aug 1 

I didn't write anything yesterday because I was tired and today I am even more tired, so I may just do a quick thing here and backfill in coming days. It is a little strange and possibly even disingenuous to write a quarantine journal for a day when you hosted an actual party, but since my sister's wedding is perhaps the clearest example of how profoundly the novel coronavirus has changed the way we live, I'mma do it anyway. 

Yesterday was full-bore no holds barred wedding prep day. I sobered up enough on Thursday night to drink a ton of water before bed, so between that and my CPAP I managed to avoid a hangover. This was excellent because we were busy all day long. All the furniture arrived for the ceremony and the meal, which mostly consisted of rental chairs and folding tables we borrowed from everybody we knew. I am pretty sure we borrowed some tables from people who weren't even invited to the wedding, which would be a faux pas in normal times but right now everybody understood. I spent a good chunk of the day out running errands, picking up all the stuff we hadn't gotten before and I didn't want my mom or dad shopping for. I ended up going to Starbucks, Farm and Fleet (regional hardware store chain), Walmart and Walgreens all in a row and having to go inside everywhere except Starbucks. The Walmart was busy enough on a Friday that I actually had to wait in line outside for just a little bit before I could go in. 

We did not have a rehearsal or rehearsal dinner for the wedding because we didn't want to have any more people traveling overnight than necessary. We did stage the wedding area and painted spray paint Xs wher everyone was supposed to stand, after mapping it out using whoever was nearby. I believe the bridesmaids at one point included my aunt, my husband, the kiddo, my six year old nephew, my mother, me and my sister. 

(Yes, there were seven bridesmaids and seven groomsmen, and since the bride and groom did not want to demote any attendants for the minimony, the bridal party itself made up more than 50% of the attendees if you include the officiant, the usher, the ringbearer and the flower girls.) The attendants only stood for about five minutes anyway; as soon as the giving away of the bride occurred we all went back to our carefully spaced seats. 

This morning was for decorating all over the structure we put together last night. Signs for every chair and table (there was a seating chart for the ceremony and the meal), decorations for every table, flowers for the arch, photos of older family weddings, and of course coolers full of drinks and bowls and platters full of prepackaged food. No buffet of catered food or picnic of potluck delicacies in these unprecedented times, but we did have a zillion fruit rollups and hundreds of mini bags of chips. We also didn't have cups for the drinks, so everybody drank from the cans or bottles all day. Two of my aunts and my mom's best friend came over first thing and spent hours putting everything together. 

My first morning task was to clean and disinfect the bathrooms, both the main bathroom and the emergency overflow (so to speak) bathroom. Back in the dark ages when I was in college, I worked for a summer cleaning office bathrooms for Servicemaster, so this is something I know how to do well. We had paper guest towels and many soaps and disinfectant wipes standing next to the sink in each bathroom. After bathroom cleaning, I ironed and folded the pocket square for my pending brother in law's suitcoat, and then it was my turn for beauty! The hairdresser I visited earlier in the week came to our house and did hair and makeup for my sisters, my mother, the mother of the groom and I, and he made us look amazing. My hair was curly and my eyes defined, it was very glamorous. I put on my dress and my shoes and borrowed some jewelry from my mom (I always forget to pack something on these trips!) and I was ready.  I waited until much later in the morning to get the kiddo ready. As the usher, his main job was to escort my mom to her seat and roll out the aisle runner. He got a very cute little monogrammed button down shirt, a bowtie, suspenders, and khaki shorts I managed to score on clearance at Walmart on Friday. I brought two pair of khaki shorts with us, but one had ragged hems from excessive play and one would no longer button.The new shorts worked fine though, and he looked great! Trying to get people to wear masks inside the house was kind of a losing endeavor, but we did our best to lead by example. My mask wound up wearing a fair amount of foundation and lipstick by the end of the day. 

Because this was the minimony and not the real main event wedding, my youngest sister altered my middle sister's wedding dress for today rather than wear her own wedding dress. It didn't take much, mostly just pretty lacy shoulder straps to keep everything in place, and the good news was that we already knew how to bustle it. She looked amazing! We helped her get ready and then went outside to line up, and the whole ceremony got going nearly on time. It was a little weird because half the audience seats were empty when the bridal party wasn't seated, and because the audience was so small to start with. This wedding was supposed to be in a performance hall at the University of Illinois with 350 guests and live musicians, but instead it was forty people total, in a backyard with my uncle who is in a band playing iPhone DJ. 

I think that dichotomy had a lot to do with the mood of the day. Don't get me wrong, it was a good day! The wedding went off just like it was supposed to, there were kisses and cheers, the food was good and nothing disastrous happened. People had fun, like a little backyard picnic where two people got married. But the whole day was full of the ghosts of what wasn't happening. There were people who should have been there but weren't. Longtime family friends, older and much-loved relatives, friends from school and church and work who were pared from the list out of necessity. Pretty much everyone who wasn't an attendant was a first-degree relation of somebody in the party. There was no receiving line, and very few hugs or kisses. There was no wedding cake or wedding-cake-feeding, just cupcakes. There was no dancing, so no first dances, father daughter dance, any of that stuff. My sister has been planning her father-daughter dance probably since she watched my dad and I dancing at my wedding sixteen years ago, and it did not happen today. It will happen next year at the maximony, but it's still a lost moment. In a lot of ways, it didn't feel nearly as much like a wedding as I'd thought it would. But it was still nice. 

Later on, once the new in-laws had left and the newlyweds taken off for their hotel, a handful of my parents' close friends came over. These were people who would've been at the center of the wedding planning and prep in normal times, part of the tight-knit group of multi-decade friendships that are the good part of living in a small town. They sat out on the patio around the fire table and drank wine and socialized until after us younger folks gave up and went to lay down. I sat with them for a little while before helping to drag inside the stuff that could be ruined by dew, then sitting down to write this slightly delayed journal. More later, but I'm tired now. 

[glamrockmonarch]

Wedding Bells

Present-day!Brian May x Reader

Summary: it’s a wedding! B!Reader and Brian’s wedding stort is finally here.

Warnings: all SFW. Fluff all around.

A/N: On popular demand, I decided to narrate what the weddings were like for both of our Original Timeline couples. Although I apologize for it if it’s short and not my best work I do hope you enjoy! ❤

The truth was, B!Reader was having trouble not biting her nails as she waited inside the car. They were already parked outside the church, she was going to come out and walk the aisle in a moment but how could she not be nervous? 

She was excited, of course, because she could not believe what a wonderful start for the year! Having spent most of the previous year stressing over deadlines for her book and wedding planning, she was now about to tie the knot and once she was back from her honeymoon with Brian she was coming home to the release of her book. Hopefully, the first of many… 

So where were these nerves coming from? It might have had something to do with the reporters outside the church. The paps waiting outside of her home for the last few weeks were just relentless. 

She was not anxious about the things people would write online, she knew the fans of her soon-to-be husband were supportive of their relationship. She was having trouble with the thought of her picture appearing everywhere online, on the papers the next morning. She did not want to be known as Brian May’s super young partner, which the media so senselessly had been doing for almost two years now.

“Everything alright?” Her father asked her, looking at her with the same unreadable expression he had on his face the day she moved out of the family home. 

B!Reader remembered that day and then thought of the conversation she had with her father after she came home with the ring on her finger. Looking down, the ring seemed to shine brighter than ever. A delicate pink band of gold holding the squared diamond in the middle. She thought Brian had an exquisite taste when she first examined the ring, he would never give her some huge rock. No. Brian was too humble for that sort of thing. 

With her hair falling over her shoulders in those long waves the hairdresser covered in hair spray, she shook her head lightly, minding the veil stuck to the back of her hair where the two strands of her h/c hair were joined from both sides of her head to make for a soft and delicate looking half-up hairdo. 

“I wish they hadn’t found out…” She told her father and re-wrapped her fingers around the bouquet of flowers lying on her lap. 

“Well,” her dad paused, “if they’re here, the least you can do is show them how little they matter.”

B!Reader frowned and looked back at her dad, thinking he was someone else. 

“What?”

“Come on,” he reached for the door handle and took a quick glance at his watch, “this is your big day. My daughter is getting married, and no stupid reporter will ruin this day. I will not allow it!” 

It might have been the bubbling up of emotions, or the nerves of the day, she did not know what it was, but she knew she wanted to burst into tears at that moment.

Her parents had never been too excited about her relationship with Brian, and her father had certainly never been shy about it… those words, although did not mention Brian, did show that he wanted her to be happy. That she mattered.

He stepped out of the car and looked around, people had gathered outside the small church to watch from a distance as the wedding took place. 

B!Reader and Brian kept the guest list quite limited to their closest friends and family. Regretfully, Brian would not be able to have his own parents there, but he hoped somewhere in the universe they would see it and be happy for him; instead, he only had his son and daughters there, along with the grandchildren. He invited his closest family, some friends from college, scientists who were for sure going to speak to B!Reader and as always make her feel more than ignorant… she did not mind, it gave her and Brian something to talk about later when she asked why in the world were his friends talking about sonoluminescence.

On her side, she invited her sisters and her brother, her parents, a few aunts and cousins, and her small group of closest friends. The two decided to, of course, have their respective agents there as well. The only person she accepted to invite with a frown was R!Reader. 

“She gets on my nerves, Brian!” She discussed with him once. 

“She is Rog’s girlfriend…we have to invite her.” Brian reminded her. 

“Yeah, yeah… he got himself a real piece of work with that one…”

Regardless, here they were, probably sitting near the front too. 

B!Reader picked up her bouquet and handed it to her father before taking his free hand and pulling up her dress to step out of the car. Brian’s little grandchildren stood on the side with their mother, Louisa, who waited patiently. The little ones were soon instructed on how to hold the train of the bride’s white dress. The skirt that opened at the waist flew around her figure and she smiled at the kids, lifting her veil just for a second she winked at them and put the see-through piece back on its place as she intertwined her arm with that of her father. 

It was another emotional moment that day. She suspected Brian had felt many emotions just a moment before when he walked to the altar accompanied by his youngest daughter Emily. With her dad handing her the bouquet again he tapped her hand that emerged from under his arm and gave her a soft smile. 

They could all only hope for a bright future ahead. Mr. Y/L/N did not intend on giving up his daughter at the altar more than once, and B!Reader had never even pictured things going wring with Brian. They were both mature, and they understood each other even when they did not agree. The arguments were fierce, but both came back to each other a minute after. With so many different interests, they were usually taking part in something outside of their comfort zone. When one of them needed it, they would both stay home and have a break from the world. Brian sometimes needed someone to take care of him, and B!Reader never felt like he took her for granted. Nothing could go wrong, anyone could see how perfect for each other they were - even if the papers tried to bash them for the age gap. 

Sticking her head up high, she straightened up and walked inside with her dad as they both shared the moment when the guests all turned to her as she approached the aisle. It turned out that although she smiled at everyone there, she could not focus on any face the one of the man waiting for her at the altar. 

Brian stood there as tall as he was, in his blue suit, a rose on his jacket. He even looked odd with his white shirt buttoned all the way up. His eyes showed a strange gleam, tears? But he was smiling. Yes. There was a small smile on his face, lips in a tight curve, chin tilted down. She watched as Jimmy patted his father’s shoulder. 

The whole thing was a blur, at least to her. After her father put her hand on Brian’s with a rather stern look at the man becoming her husband, everything happened too fast. It all seemed a little meaningless…a wedding in a minuscule part of the universe, B!Reader knew Brian would never see it like that, still; she could not help it but smile at him when they said their vows. If there was anyone she would jump into the void with, it was him. 

At last, upon hearing that it was done and they were officially men and wife, she turned to Brian and the world appeared to spin at its usual speed now. It fell into place and for the first time, she turned to look at her husband. 

“Doctor May,” she said slowly, with caution.

Her grey husband smiled down at her and they held one another to give each other their first kiss as a married couple. 

“Mrs. May…” he chuckled to himself in glee. 

Their guests all cheered and clapped, but really, they could not care much for it as they ended the kiss before it became something vulgar and uncomfortable to watch. 

The couple was all smiles as they turned to leave down the aisle, smiling at their friends gathered there to celebrate them. 

“I was a little nervous this morning. There were reporters outside the house.” She admitted once they were sitting inside the car taking them to the reception. 

Brian held her hand in his, the two of them almost squeezed together in the backseat while there was plenty of space on the back the 1933 Bentley. 

“That is usually how it is…” Brian sighed, “I thought it didn’t bother you anymore…?” 

B!Reader leant her head on his shoulder and turned her eyes to his face. 

“I don’t. It’s just…well, I wasn’t ready for all of that happening today. I guess I…forgot you are more than an astrophysicist…”

“Ah…” He turned his head to kiss the top of her head. “But they didn’t follow me today! It was you who they wanted to see…”

B!Reader put her free hand on Brian’s chest and giggled with a sense of guilt at her husband’s subtle compliment. 

“You know what? I am not fighting you on this one. I am cute.” She stretched her neck to kiss Brian’s cheek. “And all yours now!” 

Brian wrapped his arms around her and smiled. When in a thousand years could he ever imagine that he would have the chance to find the right person at his age! The right woman, young and mature. Pretty and smart. Adventurous and caring. Loving and curious. He just could not help it, when they had that conversation about marriage and she looked away at his words. He had said he would never marry again after Anita, and it did not help that she tried her best to hide it…she was heartbroken. Brian knew if he did not make a move at some point, he would just keep hurting her and eventually he would push her away, so he did what any sane man would do. He bought her a ring and proposed. Almost exactly ten months ago that day. 

“Hey, Bri?” She suddenly asked, “have you heard Adam singing the song?” 

“Oh, love!” Brian chuckled nonchalantly as he reassured his wife. “Adam’s blessed with that voice, don’t worry about it!”

B!Reader shifted in her seat to fix Brian’s collar, she spoke as she did so. 

“It’s just…I was listening to it earlier and…well, this is just a warning, Bri.” 

Brian looked at his wife through narrowed eyes. 

“I might cry during our first dance.” 

It was a perfect warning, as soon as the song began and Adam, in his beautiful pink suit, started singing with the band behind him, B!Reader in Brian’s arms let out the first few tears. With Brian singing on her ear she then decided to spend that first dance with her head on his chest as they swayed in the middle of the dancefloor to one of their favourite songs, in fact, he first song they ever danced to together. Doris Day’s “if I give my heart to you” in the voice of Adam Lambert. 

“…And will you sigh with me when I’m sad Smile with me when I’m glad And always be as you are with me tonight

Think it over and be sure Please don’t answer ‘til you do  When you promise all those things to me Then I’ll give my heart to you” 

[peaky-shelby]

Save The Last Dance For Me | Chris Evans. [ 1 ]

Warnings: Lots of fluff, humor and fun, a little cursing too

summary: After years of separation, Chris and Caroline meet again on the wedding of their mutual friend and uh well life is a very funny thing, ain’t it?

words: 1.300+

Author’s note: If it’s not obvious i got inspired to write this by Michael Buble’s song, save the last dance for me, and it’s just really fun and you can just read it to feel happy and I’d suggest listening to the song. Have fun!! It was supposed to be only one part but then I had so much fun I didn’t wanna stop so I decided to cut it in two parts. by the way i love weddings so i had A BLAST writing this.

Part 2 is coming tomorrow, if you guys like this.

Today was the day and to say everyone was freaking out was an understatement. Well there was one person that wasn’t worried as much and that was none other than Chris Evans himself. He was sitting, next to the pool, with his sunglasses on, enjoying the moment while literally everyone else was freaking out. One of the people freaking out was Caroline Baker, the maid of honor and wedding planner.

“Excuse me didn’t I tell you to move all the sunbeds away? We need space for dancing tonight!”

“Ms Caroline, Its only 3pm, people still wanna enjoy the sun next to the pool-”

“Then throw them in the pool.” She spat out. Don’t take her wrong, she was a nice person, but a very anxious one as well and she needed everything to be perfect for tonight, so she had turned bitch mode on.

“Ms. We can’t do that.”

“Why?”

“Obvious reasons.” He hissed “All guests have been warned that the pool will be closed today at 6pm. When they leave we will get rid of the sunbeds.”

Chris was listening to the argument while drinking his fresh juice and he couldn’t help but giggle. He recognized that voice all too well, it was the famous Caroline Baker his first crush on pre-school and he could confirm that she had that exact bitch mode ever since she was born. She always used it on him.

“Fine but if i see one person laying at a sunbed after 6:01, I’m pushing him in the water.”

“Yes Ma’m.”

“Now go in and fix the tables. Quick!”

The Waiter left as he was told and Caroline huffed loudly as if it would help with her nerves. She started walking towards the bar to see if everything was alright there when suddenly she heard a very familiar voice.

“You haven’t changed a bit.” He said as she walked passed his sunbed. Caroline stopped in her tracks. Of all the people she didn’t want to see today he was on top of the list. He always found a way to tease her and annoy her and that was the last thing she needed on this kind of a day.

Nonetheless she turned around faking a smile.”You’re early.” she paused “why?”

Chris took of his sunglasses,laughing, and hanged them on his shirt. He took in her presence. Beautiful. He thought. Her Blonde curly hair were like gold under the sun. He shot her one of the very famous chris-evans-smirks. “I arrived last night. Booked a room here, it was easier than travelling last minute.”

“You’ve been here since last night?” her voice got smaller.

“Yeah I talked to elena, didn’t she say anything?”

Caroline faked a smile again “Guess she wanted to surprise me” she said in a high pitched voice.

Chris winked, smiling. Oh he was truly enjoying this, no doubt. 

“Well I gotta go actually do something useful unlike you so I’ll see you in like a year.” She turned around to leave but chris was quick to stand up and grab her arm, making her face him “what? No slap? kick in the nuts? punch in the face?”

Caroline narrowed her eyes “You want me to kick you in the nuts and slap you in the face?”

“No!” he answered quickly “But usually you find a reason to do so, when we meet each other. Now, you’re just gonna walk away?”

“Dude if you want me to kick you in the nuts just ask.”

“I don’t want-” He paused, lowering his eyes and letting go of her hand. “You’re too kind, I mean you’re not kind but you’re trying to and usually when we meet you’re just a blunt bitch.”

Caroline stepped closer, looking at him with her terrifying eyes staring right in his soul “Did you just call me a  bitch?”

“I did not-”

“Sounded like you did.”

“This is not going well.” He mumbled under his breath and he opened his mouth to speak but before a word could come out Caroline had already kicked him in the balls making him gasp in pain as he ducked down.

“how is this for a bitch?”

Chris raised his thumb and shrugged “awesome” he managed to say through the pain, sounding like an old grandpa. Caroline smirked and walked away, leaving him in his misery.

After making sure everything was alright at the bar, she went up to the brides room, rushing in like she was being chased. The bride, also known as Elena, startled at the noise of the door closing loudly and so did her hairdresser. She turned at the direction of the entrance and it took her only a few seconds to realize what was going on.

“Already?” she asked.

“You said he’d come directly on the reception because he had work, you promised I wouldn’t have to deal with him today.”

“I know but yesterday he called and said he got his day off for me, I hoped you guys wouldn’t run into each other until the ceremony.”

“Well we did.“ Caroline walked to the table with the sweets and started eating everything she would find.

“Who are we talking about?” Asked Elena’s mum walking out of the bathroom. Also known as Margaret.

“Evans” Answered Elena.

Caroline let her body crumble on the couch. 

“Chris is here already? Oh what a sweetheart, that kid was the kindest. Watching achieve his dreams makes me so happy.”

Caroline looked at margaret irradiated while eating her chocolates. “I’m this close jumping off the window.”

“wait, chris evans, as in Captain America, is here?” Asked the hairdresser, while curling Elena’s hair.

“What’s your name again?” Questioned Caroline

“Stella.” she answered. “I’m a huge fan of the marvel movies.”

“I’m a huge fan of punching people on the face.” mumbled Caroline under her breath.

“Car could you go get chris up here? I’d like to see him and stella should meet him.„ Requested Elena. ignoring her friend’s remark.

Caroline almost flew off the couch, looking at her friend through the mirror, with wide eyes “You HAVE to be joking!”

“hey I’m the bride, I make the rules.”

“I- Elena please don’t make me go talk to him!”

“Why do you even hate him so much?” Wondered margaret.

“He peed on my bag-”

“We were three years old Caroline!”

“He put honey on my shampoo. My hair smelled like Winnie the pooh for a week.”

“He was just messing around. You pranked him many times too on our Senior trip.”

“He put a spider on my pillow.”

“You put ants on his bags. Do not complain.”

“He told Matt I had LICE IN MY HAIR!”

“Because he had a crush on you! Obviously!”

“OK people should stop using the word obviously so often.” She said, remembering the waiter who had used the same word earlier. 

“Just go get him please.”

“No!”

“Caroline!” Complained Elena. “Please!”

Caroline pouted but gave in.

“When I get married, you’re bangee jumping!„

“Hey! You know I have a fear of heights!„

“And i have a fear of a evans but you don’t seem to care!„ she answered coldly, shuttling the door behind her.

On the way to his room, the only thing she thought about was Elena’s words. “He had a crush on you obviously”

“no he didn’t!” she spoke to herself, shaking her head.

Did she truly hate chris? Of course not. They both cared about each other a lot, which is why they both stood by each other no matter how annoying they were. As much as she hated to admit, chris was always there for her when she needed him, They saw each other ones every two years in reunions but there was a bond time would never break and Caroline knew that.

She knocked on his door hesitantly and when he opened she wished she had never knocked at all. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair were wet and a mess and his abs, well, his abs were very much visible.

“Care? Everything alright?” He asked. He couldn’t help but smirk. He knew what she was thinking and the way she stared at his abs made him chuckle.

“bite- I mean Bride wants to se-SEE you, She wants to see you ab-AND your hairdresser.”

Chris narrowed his eyes “my what?”

“HER. Her hairdresser, she wants you to come and see her and her hairdresser on her room.”

Chris draw a thin line with his lips nodding, trying not to laugh. “Ok.”Chris grabbed his keycard from the table next to the door and walked out. Caroline stood behind looking at him.

He is not actually gonna go half naked to the bride’s room, she thought. Then she remembered who she was dealing with and she pulled him back from his towel. Which she hadn’t really thought through, because the towel fell on the floor.

“OH MY GOD!” caroline threw the towel back at him, closing her eyes tightly. “GET BACK IN THE ROOM FOR GOD’S SHAKE!”

Chris started laughing like a maniac loudly, while putting the towel back around his body. the girl pushed him in the room and shut the door. Leaving herself on the hallway “Get dressed and then Come out!” She shouted at him through the other side of the door. 

The woman who was living in the room, opened the door just a little to see what was going, caroline noticed and laughed innocently “Everything is fine.”

After about 15 minutes chris walked out, clean and pretty with his suit. Caroline was sitting on the floor with her head between her knees trying to erase what she had just seen from her mind. Chris tilted his head looking down at her and kicked her lightly in the hips. She raised her head immediately and felt a sense of relief when she saw him dressed.

“Oh thank god.„ she stood up and examined him. He smiled.

“How do I look?„

Caroline, stepped closer and fixed his tie a little. He watched her as she moved it left and right trying to find the right spot. “Pretty” she mumbled behind her teeth but Chris caught it.

“Did you just give me a compliment?„ he asked laughing.

“I’m gonna take it back, I didn’t-„

“No no no! No refunds. Sorry.„ he joked and she finally looked up at him. She actually smiled and she didn’t have to take it this time. They looked in each other’s eyes for what felt like forever until caroline stepped backwards. “We gotta go, come on.„ she pulled him by the arm and walked with him till Elena’s room.

“You’re not coming in?„ he asked

“I got work, and I have to get ready and no time. So no.„ she answered simply and he nodded in understanding. “By the way there’s a girl in there who would love to dance with you tonight. Don’t screw it up.„

Caroline turned around and walked away to go to her room. Chris smiled as he watched her disappear in the hallway. One thing was fore sure he couldn’t wait to she her in her pretty dress. He was already certain she’d look like an angel.

Please comment if you want more.

[leyla676]

Magic B - wedding date

HERE WE ARE

at part 3 of Magic B. / PART 1 / PART 2

I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

This is the last story of Magic B, maybe I will write another story soon, I will wait for my Muse’s call =)

Warnings: none. it’s fluffy. and soooo sweet.

WORDS: 2300

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As you opened up your eyes, the sun was tickling your skin. You looked besides you and saw directly in Nancy‘s face.

„WHAT THE“, you screamed and jumped up.

She already had curled up hair, her make-up was on point and she looked like an angel.

„Did you kiss him?“, she asked with a grin on her lips.

„Good morning to you too Nancy“, you grumbled, „no we did not kiss“

„Why? He is super hot“

„Because no“.

You got out of your bed and walked to the bathroom.

„You will regret it if you won‘t kiss him“, she yelled as you closed the door.

The hairdresser was already waiting for you to style your hair. He was a cute young blonde guy, smiling and singing to Madonna all the time.

Hours later, you finally got into your dark-blue dress.

Time was running and you were getting more and more nervous.

It was 9.45 already and you remembered Nancy saying ‚pick her up at 10, the wedding starts at 12‘

You saw Steve, Nancy‘s fiance, walking around at the front door, smoking cigarette after cigarette, getting more and more nervous so you decided to join him.

„Come on, let‘s be nervous together“, you suggested and he nodded.

„Everything will be okay, she is the most beautiful bride I have ever seen“, you tried to calm him down. Steve was super cute, all dressed up in his perfect suit, hair on point.

„What if she‘s gonna say no?“

„No! Never. Steve, you know, you two have to be together“, you crossed his arm and he gave you a little nervous smile.

After the cigarette you got inside, checking your make-up again as you suddenly heard a familiar sound. It was the sound of a 79 Chevy Camaro.

He was there. Not a single minute too late.

You ran to the kitchen window, looked out and saw Billy coming out of his car. He was dressed in a dark blue suit, wearing his sunglasses, his hair looked amazing, every curl was on point. His shirt was a little unbuttoned. He stood there, looking around, he was already searching for you.

He was dressed in a dark-blue suit. How did he knew?

Nancy joined you.

„Y/N, he looks absolutely amazing“, she raved and her eyes were full of glitter.

„Nancy, please, remember who he is. He is just...“

„A fiction, I know“, she interrupted, „but he is here. And she looks like a god. Give him a chance. Please. This man is hot“

You rolled your eyes. She was absolutely right and you knew it.

As you opened the front door you looked at him and smiled.

When he saw you, he took off his sunglasses and smiled in this way that made your heart melt.

„Hey Billy“, you cleaned your throat.

„All dressed up for me?“, he asked you with that damn smile you already saw once, behind the strip club.

„Yea, only for you, dumbass“, you rolled your eyes, blushed a little and giggled.

„Billy!“, Nancy screamed and fell on his neck. „You look amazing“

„Thanks little one. You are beautiful“, Billy smiled at her.

„Okay, first of all, we‘ve got two hours. Teach her how to dance!“, she ordered, looked at Billy and pushed you in his direction. „At least for just one dance“

You heard how the music started, it was Total Eclipse of the Heart, Bonnie Tyler.

Really?

Nancy Wheeler, I will kill you. Totally, you thought.

Billy smiled at you, took you by your hand, drew you to him and put his hand on your back.

„Listen, this is very easy“, he whispered in your ear. You smelled his cologne, saw the little freckles in his face, his soft pink lips, his moustache and his damn blue eyes as he looked down at you.

„Just let me guide you. Trust me“

Billy moved gently to the beat of the music, held your hand, you followed him as you had no choice, which you didn‘t have at all.

You put your head to his chest and heard his heart beat fast as you gently closed your eyes, inhaling every moment.

„Already feeling comfortable?“, he murmured, you could tell that he smiled.

„N… no, just…“, you stuttered and looked away quickly. He laughed almost tonelessly and held you closer to him.

„It‘s okay, you‘re moving good“, he whispered. The sound of his voice paired with his words made you shiver.

It felt like dancing on clouds. The air between you was crackling and it felt like the time would stand still forever.

…

„Do you, Steve Harrington, want to take Nancy Wheeler to your lawfully wedded wife? Love her and treat her right for the rest of your life?“

„I do“

„And do you, Nancy Wheeler, want to  take Steve Harrington to your lawfully wedded husband? Love him and treat him right for the rest of your life?“

„Yes, I do“

„I explain you to husband and wife. And now please kiss your bride“

A big applause went through the walls of the church as both kissed. Steve and Nancy were finally married and you whiped away a small tear of happiness.

You felt Billy come close to your ear, whispering  „You want to get married one day?“

„Mabye“, you answered nervously, „what about you?“

„Depends on whether I find a woman who can handle me“

You giggled and smiled at him.

As Nancy and Steve went out of the church, all of you stood up and followed to get to the wedding location.

Billy opened the passenger door and you got into the Camaro. As you watched him go around the car, you catched yourself looking at his nice ass which made you blush and giggle.

„Whats‘ that fun?“, he asked you as he took place at the driver‘s seat.

„Nothing“, you answered, biting your bottom lip and looked out of the window.

I just want to feel your lips all over me.

You arrived at the wedding location. A nice old farm which belonged to Steve‘s uncle. It was all decorated with white flowers, violet ribbons and little pearls.

Both of you entered the lobby, Billy took off your jacket and placed it at the wardrobe.

„Wanna search for a quiet room and make out a little?“, soft, warm breath touched you on the skin of your neck. You felt the warmth between your tights rising.

You turned around and got caught by Billy‘s eyes.

„N… no… this is a wedding, we can‘t...“, you whispered and stuttered.

„Stop fighting your feelings, I won‘t hurt you, Baby“, he grumbled, placing his hand on your chin, pulling you closer to him.

You weren‘t able to move, you weren‘t able to breath or anything so you stood there, holding yourself on Billy‘s shoulders and felt his soft, rose lips finally finding yours. It was a quick little kiss and it felt like a lightning between the both of you.

When he let you go, he smiled at you and grabbed your hand. „I want to go on a date with you. A real date“

„You ask me out for a date?“

He nodded his head and placed another warm and soft kiss on your lips.

…

Billy stood there, circled by some older ladies, they were laughing and giggling. It was Nancy‘s grandma, her aunt, a friend of her granny and some other ladies.

„He steals the heart of almost anyone here“, Tiffany laughed at you, „he is just perfect. Look at him! I am so glad you called him“

As Billy catched your eye, he apologized to the ladies and went to you.

„Looking out for a dance?“, he asked with a perfect grin.

„No, not again please“, you said and laughed. „I really don‘t want to break your feet“

„Well then, let‘s have a seat“

He led you to the tables and you both sat down, besides Tiffany and her boyfriend.

Nancy and Steve joined and the guys talked about cars, basketball and stuff.  You listened to everything he said, he had your full attention.

At this point you realized that Billy was damn right. You weren‘t able to fight against your feelings anymore.

It was too late.

He laughed, smiled, had a wonderful time and you enjoyed every minute of it. You were proud. Proud of him for not blaming you. He was a pure gentleman.

Suddenly a band entered the little stage in front of the tables.

„The wedding is done! We congratulate to Nancy and Steve!“

All of you were clapping your hands.

„We‘ve got another surprise for one of our guests in here“, the lead singer went off the stage.

Nancy came closer to you and whispered in your ear: „Enjoy the show“

You looked at her, pretty confused, didn‘t know what she was talking about.

The drummer kicked the beat, the keyboard followed.

Billy stood up, took off his jacket and kissed you soft on your cheek.

„What are you doing?“, you asked and Billy smiled at you.

„Trust me, you will like it“, he said.

„BILLY“, you screamed, afraid of what would happen.

Please, don‘t start to strip now. It‘s a wedding. Please. Please not. STOP HIM!

Billy went up on stage and opened the buttons of his shirt, just a little bit.

„If he is going to take off his clothes now, I will marry him“, Tiffany laughed and put out her wallet to count the money which she would put in his panties.

You catched Nancy‘s eyes which grew bigger, she smiled and giggled at you.

She knew what he was about to do? How?

How can anyone be so damn calm when a stripper enters the stage at a WEDDING?!

Rainy night and we worked all day

we both got jobs `cause there‘s bills to pay

we got something they can‘t take away

our love, our lives

Billy stood there. Looking at you. And he sang a song you knew very well. Born to be my baby from Bon Jovi.  Your jaw dropped down.

You couldn‘t believe your eyes, your ears and nothing else any more. First you thought you would start to throw up, as nervous as you were, you really thought he would start to do a hot striptease dance for all of you.

But as you realized that he sang to you, your heart nearly melted.

„Oh my god he sings for you“, Tiffany nearly started to cry besides you. „Promise me to marry this man, Y/N“

You weren‘t able to say anything.

You were born to be my Baby

Baby, I was made to be your man!

We got something to believe in

Even if we don‘t know where we stand

Your eyes were filled with little tears as he finally jumped off the stage, took your hand and pulled you close to him.

„I want a second date“, he whispered in your ear.

You nodded.

And Baby I was born

to be your man...

The song came to it‘s end and Billy came closer to you, grabbing you on your waist, running his fingers trough your hair and kissed you.

The kiss was soft and sweet, his moustache tickled you and you could feel him smile while he pulled you close.

„It‘s hard to get you on a date“, he murmured.

You could hear the people‘s applause, Tiffany screamed „Yeah“, no one exept of your ladies knew, where he came from but everyone knew that he would stay forever.

Never in your entire life had you felt such butterflies around your stomache.

And you knew that you would fall for this mullet-wearing dumbass stripper all over again, for the rest of your life.

…

ONE YEAR LATER

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„TONIGHT“, the familiar voice shouted through his microphone, „Tonight we have to do our VERY best! For our bride-to-be! Y/N, this is all for you!“

The crowd was sweating, shaking, screaming as the music started.

Step inside,

walk this way

you and me, Babe,

HEY HEY!

Billy jumped out of the curtains on stage, wearing his tight jeans, his biker boots and his leather jacket.

His sixpack was oily and his golden chain danced on his chest.

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw him moving to the music. He knew exactly what he did, shaking his abs, his ass, his dirty-blonde mullet.

Tiffany yelled and clapped her hands, Nancy whistled with two fingers and you … you were happy.

He got down on his knees, held out his hand to you and you took it, he drew you on stage.

You laughed out loud as he whirled you around, dancing to the music.

Billy took a bridal veil and placed it onto your hair.

“This is going to be MY wifey!”, he screamed at the crowd and all of the ladies yelled and applauded as he finally pulled you close and kissed you rough, passionated, all tongue and teeth.

You knew that you would love him as you first saw him on this stage. It took a time for you to realize, you were unsure if a stripper could be true to you, love you and respect you. But Billy did. He loved you with every single inch of his skin.

“I was made to be your man”, he sang in your ear as he carried you off the stage. You held yourself close to him, your fingers running through his mullet.

“We will miss you here, Billy”, fake Jason Momoa stood in front of you and made a sad face.

“I won’t miss you, you little fuckers”, Billy laughed and said goodbye to the other strippers.

“We have to go now”, he winked at you.

“Tomorrow is going to be the best day of our life”

You smiled at Billy as he came close and kissed you.

“I never thought you would say yes”, he whispered.

“But I did”, you said.

Yes, you did.

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Thank you so much for reading it.

It makes me happy when someone reads my stuff, even it’s sometimes a little bit of “weird English”. I really tried my best and hope you understand what I mean ^^

And i want to say a big THANK YOU to all the fanfiction writers out there. Because YOU keep Billy alive.

And that is everything for all of us <3

[kmelanin]

Prince J / seven

a/n: ahhh part sevenn! I dont think this will last more than ten parts. But I hope you like it! 

You both walk through the halls. He is slightly longer legs than you, so you fell back a little while walking down the halls. You didn't mind, you got to really take a look at the hallways and the decoration in your new home. The hallways had dark wood in some places, then the support beams were pure black, at least it looked like it. There were random flower pots that were white. The floors were sparkly white. It looked like there was glitter within the floor. In the middle a long black rug that goes all the way down the hall. Every hallway was like this.

Your mind was too focused on how the floor sparkled, that you didn't see Jeongguk stop walking and back up a little smiling at you. He reached down and grabbed your hand, making your head pop up to his.

“Are you hungry?” He asks as you both get to walking at a quicker pace, more like his normal pace. You nod not knowing if your voice would give out. Your heart was beating too fast to fully comprehend that he was holding your hand so firmly. When he asked his question, your mind went right to moments before when you two were so close. So when you answered you weren't thinking about food.

“YN?” He asks making you both stop walking. He tilts his head to make eye contact with you.

“Huh?” You ask back.

“I asked you if you wanted to make ramen?” He smiles a little when he realizes you were zoning out. “What are you thinking about?” He asks biting his lower lip a little and steps a little so that he was in front of you. He brings his right hand up and he grazes it on your cheek. At this point you were wondering how your heart was still even working.

How was this man making you feel like this?

Your cheeks were burning at the honest truth to his question.You didn't know what to say, which made him pull you a little closer to him.

“Tell me…” His hand grasps onto your jaw making look at him, he keep his eye contact. His eyes were soft and gentle and it made your body tingle.

“Um.” You were still stuck. He made you so nervous. You were afraid to say the wrong thing.

“If you want something, just ask. You can have whatever you want.” His voice comes out lower, throwing you off a little. His eyes looked a little different, you couldn't pinpoint it. But then got this weird idea.

Keep him waiting.

“Let go make some ramen Jeongguk.” You smile up at him. His face changed quickly, his eyes got big and bright and he nodded fast. He grabbed your hand again and pulled you the rest of the way to the kitchen.

You were shocked at how big the kitchen was. He started to explain how sometimes the cooks had to make a meal for hundreds of people. It was busy now, getting everything ready for your wedding. It was crazy, everyone here was running around and getting things ready for your wedding. It was so surreal.

Jeongguk lead you through the kitchen and behind a shelve of spices. Behind it was a normal looking kitchen. You were surprised at how at home it felt compared to just a couple feet away. You seen a wood burning oven. In the middle was a island full different ingredients. All sorts of onions and liquids. There were different meats. There was also two pots with two different liquids and noodles boiling on plug in burners.

“Do you like spicy or no?” He asks.

“I like spicy.” You nod. He picks on up and moves it to the full stove off to the side.

“Okay, you can add whatever you want.” He smiles. You get excited because you never been able to do something like this. You look down and you pick up mandu and add. Then shrimp and crack some eggs. You could decide what veggies to add from all of the different choices.

“Mhmm how about some of these.” Jeongguk says pointing at some scallions. You quickly nod agreeing.

“You choose them all.” You say quickly and kind of quietly.

“Mhmm, why?” He asks looking at you, with a small little bunny smile on his face.

“Um, I chose all of the meat, you choose the healthy stuff.” You say not being able to hide the smile forming on your face. He laughs at your words.

“Healthy stuff.” He scoffs with a big smile on his face. You quickly grabs some mushroom and a couple of other things. He then opens a bottle that says fish sauce and pours some in.

“While it's cooking a little longer. You can go to the fridge and pick out something to drink.” He says picking up some chopsticks to pick at the ramen. You nod and walk over. You open it and see so many choices. You easily take out two banana milks and two waters. You walk back over. Jeongguk quickly grabs the water and his eyes widen.

“You like banana milk?” He questions.

“Um, i've never actually tried it. It just looked really good.” You smile setting them down.

“Well you have to try right now!” he quickly pulls the straw off and pokes it through and passes it back to you. You quickly sip, and was almost instantly amazed at how creamy and sweet it was.

“Holy hell.” You mumble and drink more. His smile gets so big, his gums were popping out as he claps a little.  

“It’s delicious isn’t it?” He asks taking it back and drinking some out of the container. Your eyes widened when he took the straw that was once in your mouth and puts it in his. His lips were so soft looking and a little pinker from sneaking a bit of the food while you were getting the drinks. You wanted to scream at yourself when your mind went right back to earlier in the theater.

You didn’t realize before it was too late, your milk was gone. He had been just stirring the food and drinking away. You laughed a little on the inside when a little idea popped into your head. You didn’t plan it well enough to know what to do, but you knew you wanted his lips on yours again.

“I thought you gave me that, why did you drink all of it when you could’ve got your own.” you pout just a tad, just enough to have his head snapping toward you. His eyes widened when he looked down and realized himself that he drank all of it. You smiles a little at his cuteness when he looked up and tried to remember drinking all of it.

Then it hit you, he was zoned out thinking about something...it was like drinking the milk was natural to him.

“I’m so sorry… I don’t even-.” He starts but he trails off when you walk forward. His eyes widen again and he looks really nervous when you get so close that you had no choice but to look up. He didn’t even move so he was stuck in the same spot, now with your face inches from his

He was waiting for you to say something, anything to get rid of this slight tension. He was confused to what type of tension though. Were you mad he drank it all or…

“Is it bad that i really want to kiss you and see if you taste like bananas still? Is that too forward?” Your words stunned him for a second. He was shocked at how forward you were.

“You can kiss me whenever you want, these lips are yours.” Jeongguk’s words hit your lips. “Kiss me Yn. I know you’ve been thinking about it.” He blocked  you against the counter. His arms are either side of you and he leaned in just a little. He wants you to lean forward, he wants you to start feeling comfortable doing this, he wants your lips on his all of the time and he can’t have that if you are nervous.

Your body was frozen. You weren’t sure if you could do it now. Now they he asked you, and he’s waiting you start to freak. If he wouldn’t just kissed you then, perfect. You were freaking out! What if you kissed his chin?

You lean in just a tad, making him close his eyes. You were moments away from his lips when you stop.

“I think the food is done.” you pull away and smile when his eyes pop open and he looks confused as hell.

He backs away and he laughs a little to himself. He go over to the pot of noodles and he picks up one stick and sticks it in to check. He barely does anything when the stick is tossed back on the counter and his hands grab you.

“Mhmm maybe five more minutes.” He mumbles and his lips are on yours again. One of his arms was now wrapped around your waist pulling yours into his. His other around was around your shoulders and his hand was making sure you would land on his lips perfectly.

Over the next couple of days, both you and Jeongguk had to ‘train’ for your wedding day. You were told that there will will be three dress changes. It will be exhausting but worth it. Tallia has been with you the whole time cheering you on through the fittings and overdone spa treatments.  But what really kept you going was the talk she had with you before the first fitting.

“I just wanted to give you a slight reminder. Everything in a Royal family is planned out. I was raised here with my mother, the hairdresser before. I've taken on a role of a guide to you, someone to come to when you are down. I'm here to keep it real for you behind all of the act the world sees. Your wedding is five days from now. On your wedding day it will be exactly three months and one week until his 21st birthday. He can only take the position as the king if he has been a married man for three or more months.” She guides you to the workers hall where her room was. “Just because you both are married doesn't mean you have to be in love. You have the rest of your lifes to try to fall in love with each other. The wedding is for the world to see, to confirm his life training. So please don't stress about rushing it.”

The conversation went on and on, you really felt a connection to her, like she was the mother you longed to have. She really helped your mind calm down a little. You felt like you could love Jeongguk and that scared you because Yoongi was still in the back of your mind.

It was now Friday morning, a day before the wedding and you were trying your best to keep yourself calm.

You got out of the shower and put on a simple outfit that you picked out. Ji-Mee said that you were meeting the bride's maids today. You pulled on some all black skinny jeans with no holes and a off the shoulder blouse that was a soft baby blue. Tallia re-did some of your braids and put on a  all black shoulder cut lace wig. Then did your makeup.

Once you were done getting ready you were given a ring to put on. It was a simple silver band. You slipped it on. On the way to the room you were meeting them in Tallia told you about what's going to happen. A stylist was also there and she was there to help you pick out the dresses.

You entered the room and was met with five girls. They all stood up and bowed toward you. One of them in a dress suit stepped forward.

“Hello, I'm Lee Minsoo, I will be helping you choose the colors for the wedding and their dresses. I am sorry to inform you that one girl is missing.” She bows only her head a little. You look over to the girl and you recognize one of them. Maroon dress, from the ball. She had a little bit of a guilt look on her face, you wondered why.

The door slams open from behind you.

“Sorry, I'm late.” You turned around and instantly recognize her as the girl in the blue ball gown from the ball.

“These girls were chosen to be your bridesmaid, but you can tell them to leave at anytime. Now ladies, introduce yourselves.” Minsoo says curtly.

You learned all of their names eventually. They all seemed so nice as you chose what you wanted their dresses to look like. You picked out a pretty royal blue silk fabric. They would each get different versions of a wrap dress that was spaghetti strapped. You also picked out black heels and the jewelry for them to wear. You even had to choose hairstyles.

You felt pretty good about everything as you left before everyone else. You were happy that your bridesmaids were a mix between races to add a little more specialness to your day.

As you were walking down the hall, your name was called out from behind you. When you turned around you seen Amarra, the women that was wearing the blue dress at the ball.

“I just wanted to apologize for being late, I blame Jeongguk.” She says bowing slightly, but smirks towards the end of her words. You almost said it was okay until she mentioned your fiance.

“What?” You say wanting her to repeat herself.

“Yea, I know you probably are confused. But just because you are marrying him, doesn't mean he had to be committed to you and only you.” She has this evil shine in her eye, but she continues to flash off her teeth as she smiled too hard. Then her face changed to a shocked one. “Oh. You didn't know? Well Jeongguk is a grown man, and men have needs. You aren't someone who could satisfy him, I mean please, do you honestly think you could?” She scoffs looking at you up and down.

“Now, don't go run and tell him. Lets keep this between us and I’ll make sure your time here is a decent one.” She giggles a little making you cringe slightly. She then turns around and walks off.

You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Was she serious?

Your heart felt extremely heavy and all you wanted to do was ball up in a ball and cry.

“Miss?” You hear from behind you. You turn around and see Ji-Mee standing behind you. Her eyes widen and soon as she looks at you. “Why are you crying? Did something happen? Tell me, I will report it.” She says walking up to you. She pulls out a travel size pack of tissues out of her apron and she wipes away your tears.

“Thank you. But it's nothing, I swear.” You try to put on your best smile, but you felt too depressed to even think about anything. She frowns, but she nods anyways and she walks you to your room. Once you were in, she bows slightly and leaves shutting the door.

You sigh taking off your shoes and getting into bed. You needed a nap or something to get over this feeling. You knew she was right, the only reason why you were here, is because he needs you to become King.

You clenched your jaw as a thought passed your mind.

Were you falling for him? Already? If you weren't, if you didn't like him in the slightest, you wouldn't feel this ball of jealousy forming in you. You wouldn't want to stomp over to where ever Jeongguk is and demand answers.

You could only really blame yourself, for attaching yourself too fast. You felt yourself finally calm down from crying so much. You hating having this frustration in you. You hated crying.

You head snapped up when there was three loud knocks. You were confused to who it would be at this time. You looked over and noticed that it was almost nine at night. You got up and walk over to the door. You take a deep breath and make sure their wasn't makeup everywhere. You opened the door but made sure to only open it enough to look out. Jeongguk stood there looking at you with his big round eyes, he looks everywhere trying to make sure you were okay.

He always took your breath away. He had on a black turtleneck and some simple framed glasses. His hair was in his natural pin straight style. His sleeves were pushed up to his elbow exposing veins running up his arms. In one ear was a little hoop and in the other one was a silver dangling down

“Let me in.” he whispers looking at you, he catches your eyes for a second until you look away.

“I'm just going to head to bed.” you say softly, giving him a slight smile. You tried to look up at him but you could tell that you would start crying again if you did. ‘Come on pull yourself together.’ you think to yourself. You go to shut the door but his hands come out and hold it open.

“No, I can't let you go to bed upset with me.” He pleads. Ji-Mee had requested to talk to Jeongguk, he was speaking with his father, but she said it was a emergency. She told Jeongguk and his father how she seen one of her bridesmaids walk away and that you were crying. With the castles security system, he was able to watch the cameras. They don't have the audio, but he did know that the bridesmaids were staying in a couple of bedrooms. He had some guards get her and have her explain what happen. But she didn't, instead she gave herself away almost immediately by trying to seduce him.

He gagged at her attempt, wanting to find you right away instead of wasting anymore time. Jeongguk made sure to have her escorted to the cells in the basement. She will soon be dealt with, with attempting to bring down the Royal family.

“I'm not....”

“Then let me in!” He cuts you off. You sighed and moved away from the door. He comes right in and shuts the door. He tries to come towards you but you hold your hand up wanting him to stop. Hurt flashes in his eyes but he stops.

“I don't know Amarra.” He says looking right into your eyes, he gets right to the point. He needs you to know that he’s telling you the truth.

“It's okay Jeongguk, you don't have to explain yourself to me” You look away. Your heart was beating in your ears. You could feel the tension thickening as time ticked by. When you were done with what you had to say, he walked to you so fast, not giving a chance to back away. One of his hands went around your waist and one a little higher, bringing you closer to him. You looked up to him as he looked down at you.

Every time you've found yourself in this position, it seemed like the warmth between you two gets hotter and hotter. You could tell that his breathing got a little heavier and heavier.

“I have worked so hard to get you to be comfortable with me. Why would I ruin this for a random problematic girl right before what I hope to be the best day of my life?” He starts to walk backwards slowly pulling you along towards your bed. You were too out of it to say anything but follow along. His eyes never leave yours as he was able to push you down onto your bed. He makes sure you were comfortable, then he climbs up and straddles you.

“Jeo-” You needed him to calm down, everything was too hot, to much. But you didn't want him to stop. So when he cuts you off with his lips on you, you didn't complain. Instead your hands come up and thread themselves through his soft locks. When he feels your hands on him, he kisses you harder. But when you tug on his hair a little, he pulled away and his hands pulls yours away and pinned them to the bed. He leans back down into your neck leaving you little kisses everywhere. He started from near your collarbone and works his way up. His kisses get sloppier and sloppier and he gets towards your ear. He nibbles on your lobe just a tad before letting it go.

“I won't ruin our future, you should never have to worry about this type of thing.” he then pulls away and looks at you. He lets go of one of your hands to grab your face, he leans down and pecks your lips. “You and I will be husband and wife tomorrow.” his eyes shined with excitement, it caused the next ten seconds of rough kissing. His excited getting the better of him. His glasses were knocked off in the process and his hair looked like he just got the best sex in his life. “You and I will be the next King and Queen. Everyone is below us baby. It's just you and I.”

[dibs4ever]

DickBabs Wedding Day (Fanfic)

As promised here is my DICKBABS wedding fic, it turned our longer then I expected but I hope it’s worth the read

“Get back here!” Stephanie grinned chasing after the toddler and scooping him up with a smile. She tickled his belly causing him to giggle.

“Say my name” she smiled pressing her forehead up the against the 15-month-old’s

“Teph” he grinned playing with the sequence on her short sleeved lavender bridesmaid dress

Stephanie smiled “That right” she bopped his little nose

Cassandra entered the room followed by Jason.

“There you are” Cassandra smiled “Let me see my nephew” she held her hands out

Stephanie shook her head “Barbara gave me one duty as her bridesmaid----to get my nephew dressed, you’re not taking that from me. Besides they’re letting you watch him while they are on their honeymoon” she mockingly argued blowing raspberry on Nathan’s cheeks

Cassandra rolled her eyes continuing into the room “I’m not, let me just hold him for a second, besides if it bugs you that much I’ll let you and Timbers play house with him for one night” she held her hands out and Stephanie handed him over. “Barbara is dressed, she look’s amazing”

“Mama!” Nathan smiled

Jason rolled his eyes and walked toward the girls “Now you did it”

“I see mama” Nathan said again

Cassandra shook her head “Sorry bud, we let you see her now you’ll be throwing a fit when we have to pull you away from her, so you can play ring bearer” she brushed the strands of jet black hair away from his little face

Nathan looked at her oddly before twisting his body sideways, making it slightly difficult for Cassandra to hold onto him “Unci Aye see Mama” he reached his little arms toward Jason

Jason held his hands up “Sorry Rugrat, I’ve been told no men are even aloud in that wing of the manor”

Cassandra turned Nathan, so he was back in her arms “I feel like he talks so well for his age” she commented

Stephanie nodded in agreement

“Hey Nate” Jason spoke catching the toddlers attention “What’s her name?” he pointed to Cassandra

Nathan pointed a finger at Cassandra “Ass” he said proudly

Jason and Stephanie laughed

“Ass” Nathan said again, enjoying the reaction he got from his aunt and uncle

“It’s not funny” Cassandra barked “Nathan Cass” she held the C

“Ass” Nathan said again

Jason laughed “Dick wanted me to tell you to just deliver the rugrat to the room where the us groomsmen are when you’re done getting him dressed” he explained before leaving the room

“I’m going to go see if Alfred needs any more last-minute help” Cassandra said passing Nathan back to Stephanie

She nodded and watched her leave the room

“Let’s get you dressed little stud muffin” she told her nephew as she kissed his chubby cheek

“Welp I hate break it to ya Dickie but your kid curses like a sailor” Jason grinned closing the door to the room where the male side of the wedding party was getting dressed

Dick was looking in the mirror making sure everything was straight “Were you making him say Cass’ name again?” he quirked an eyebrow

“You bet I was” Jason laughed flopping down on the couch

“You know she hates that” Tim pointed

Jason shrugged “Would I be a good brother if I didn’t annoy the tar out of my siblings?”

Damian rolled his eyes from where he stood on the opposite corner of the room

“Alright, how do I look? Dick asked turning to look at his brothers

Bruce stepped out of the adjoined bathroom and nodded his head “Barbara isn’t going to know what hit her” he complimented clapping Dick’s shoulder

Dick smiled proudly

There was a knock on the door and Tim stepped forward opening it, Stephanie stepped in holding Nathan now dressed in a tux. Her once neat hair was now slightly tussled “Well it took some wrangling, but I got him dressed” she smiled

Dick laughed moving forward “Hey buddy, look at you” he stretched out his hands

Nathan grinned brightly “Dada!”

He took the toddler and threw him lightly into the air causing him to giggle

“I’m going to go get this fixed” Stephanie motioned around her head

Dick nodded “Thanks for getting him dressed Steph, he looks great” he set the baby down, immediately he ran toward the curtains.

Bruce knew his grandson well enough to know that the small human was going to attempt to climb them, so he quickly stopped him by scooping him up.

Barbara took a deep breath looking herself over in the mirror. She turned around just as the hairdresser was finishing up fixing Stephanie’s hair.

“I’m sorry about that” Barbara apologized

Stephanie laughed standing up “Forget about it, it was my fault for putting him down and not keeping a close eye on him. I swear he’s part spider or something. I stepped out of the room for a second and he was half way up the bookcase”

Barbara laughed “That’s Dick’s fault, he taught him how to climb just about anything”

Dinah smiled “Only, 15 minutes left till the ceremony is supposed to start”

Barbara nodded “Don’t remind me.”

“You nervous?” Cassandra cocked an eyebrow

Barbara nodded “Like you wouldn’t believe, I’m getting married....to Dick Grayson. If you had told me that when I first met him I would have said you were crazy.”

Dinah laughed “Considering you were 12 and he was 9 I’d say I’d understand”

She took a deep breath “I need to sit down for a moment” she passed her bouquet to Dinah and sat down, running her fingers through her hair careful not to mess it up

“You’re not going to run, away are you?” Stephanie half joked

Cassandra nodded “Yeah cause the guys have your kid and if you run away he’s going to be raised by them.... can you imagine how bad that would turn out?”

Barbara laughed “I’m doing this——I want to do this.” She stood taking the bouquet back “I’m ready to marry Richard John Grayson.”

The doors flung open and Helena rushed in dressed in the same matching bridesmaid dress as the rest of the girls “I’m here, I’m so sorry I’m late but I’m here with” she glanced at the time “8 minutes to spare “she let out a breath

Barbara laughed “Sorry the hair and makeup girl just left”

Helena shrugged “No biggie it’s my punishment for being late. You on the other hand look stunning!” Her eyes widened

Dinah nodded “I know right, with her looking like that we’ll be lucky if her and Dick even show up to the reception”

This made the bridal party laugh as they made their way to the door

Dick stood at the front of the aisle bouncing on his toes. He was never nervous but right now he felt like he was about to faint. He looked around at the crowd of guests in front of him he locked eyes with the Clark Kent who was sitting in the second row Jon and Lois beside him. Clark grinned sending him a thumb up

The music started, and Dick moved his attention to the doors as they swung open. First up was Helena and Damian, there were a couple of “Awes” heard from older women finding the sharp dressed yet short for his age 13-year-old paired with the much taller than him woman. As Damian passed the Kent’s Jon covered his mouth to suffocate a chuckle earning a glare from Damian.

Next was Jason paired with Cassandra then Tim with Stephanie and finally the Best man and Maid of Honor Wally and Dinah

Nathan came out last serving as ring bearer, Wally’s daughter served as flower girl “Awes” filled the room as the toddlers entered holding the small white pillow and basket with Bruce beside them guiding the toddlers gently along.

As Bruce tried to hold Nathan’s hand and move him a little quicker the 1 year old stopped in the middle and narrowed his eyes “I do it” he said proudly

Bruce shrugged releasing the boy and walked ahead, this made Nathan quickly follow his grandfather causing the crowd of guests to laugh.

Once they were at the alter Wally bent down taking the ring box that was tied to the pillow and Bruce sat in the front row with his grandson.

Then the wedding march began, everyone stood, and the doors once again swung open revealing Barbara dressed in her white gown, her arm hooked with her fathers. Dick’s breath caught at the sight of her as she walked down the isle

Suddenly he felt tears welling up in his eyes as Jim led her down the aisle. Dick blinked back the tears “Get ahold of yourself Grayson, this isn’t like you” he thought

Jim and Barbara stood in front of him

“Who gives this woman to this man?” Alfred asked, yes Alfred was officiating the marriage. Would they honestly trust anyone else?

“I do.” Jim stood straight

Dick stepped forward to take Barbara’s hand but felt her being held back. The couple looked back at the police commissioner “Dad this is where you let go” she whispered

Letting a low sigh Jim leaned forward pecking Barbara’s cheek

“Take care of her Grayson” he lowered his eyes

Dick nodded “I will sir”

With that Dick took Barbara’s hand and turned so they were standing in front of Alfred

“We are gathered here today to unite this man and this woman in marriage” Alfred began.

After going through the stereotypical wedding ceremony Alfred smiled “The Bride and Groom have decided to read their own vows which they will do at this time, Master Dick” Alfred nodded toward the man

Dick nodded, to everyone’s surprise he didn’t take out a paper “Barbara, as I stand before you today thousands of memories flash through my mind all the way back to the day we first met. We’ve had a lot of ups and downs. Good things and bad things. Surprises that neither of us saw coming. I’ve left and came back more then once. But one thing has always remained the same. It has always been you, no matter how far away I went, how bad things got or whatever obstacle we were going through something always told me you would always be the answer. Our love story is not a fairy tale. In fact, it is probably one of the furthest things away from a fairy tale.”  This line caused some eyebrow raises from guests who didn’t know the full story of Dick and Barbara. Dick grabbed both of Barbara’s hands in his “But one thing is for sure it’s ours which makes it perfect. I know I’m nowhere near perfect, but I promise to do my best to be as close to that as I possibly can for you and our son” he kissed her hands

The guest clapped

“Easy Master Dick I have not told you to kiss the bride yet” Alfred teasingly wagged his finger.

Dick chuckled

“Alright Miss Barbara it’s your turn” Alfred smiled

Barbara took a deep breath “Well I’m going to do my best to follow up with that” she joked   “Dick, like you I’m standing here just thinking about everything we’ve gone through. We’ve known each other longer then I sometimes realize. I remember when I was 17 there was this short lanky 14-year-old boy who confessed he had a crush on me and asked me out, obviously I shot him down. Then a year later that same boy sneekingly stole a kiss, naturally I punched him in the face” Dick and Barbara exchanged smiles “Little did I know I had just kissed the love of my life for the first time. Fast forward through puberty, and some years later here we are standing in front of each other and that same boy is the father of my child and soon to become me husband. Through everything you never ever gave up on me. You have always been my biggest supporter, even when I was 12 years old and stressing about a test I could count on you to encourage me and make me feel like everything would be okay. I can’t thank you enough for all the things you have done for me through the years. I hope that I can always do the same for you, I vow to always be your biggest supporter through thick and thin no matter what life throws at us”

Next it was time to exchange the rings, when they finished Dick turned to Alfred “Can I kiss her Alfie?”

Alfred smiled “Yes Master Dick, you may kiss your bride”

Dick shot Barbara a wide grin, she smiled back just as widely as he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close her arms found their way to his neck and in one swift motion Dick pressed his lips to hers. Both embracing in a gentle yet passionate kiss.

They pulled apart still smiling “Ladies and Gentlemen it is my honor to introduce to you for the first time Mr. and Mrs. Grayson!”

The guests cheered as Barbara and Dick clasped hands they stopped so Barbara could take Nathan from Bruce and together the family of 3 made their way up the isle and out of the room.

“Alright let’s go get wasted!” Jason shouted——-which lead to the reception, and that’s a whole other story.

[gingerbread-in-july]

About Time Ch. 2

Here is the next chapter! Thank you so much for your feedback! <3  Warning for this chapter: No smut yet, but this chapter does contain sexual tension, a few crude remarks, and a couple of scenes that are a bit on the suggestive side that did make me blush just a bit! Also, feels.

I hope you like it!

You had picked out a dress for the wedding a month ago. Although it was nice enough, you decided that it just wouldn't do. One doesn't just wear a dress for a date with Chad on a date with Rich fucking Tozier. Oh, no. You couldn't just bring your A game; you had to throw out the rules and rewrite the game entirely.

The strapless wine red gown you had picked out was certainly classy and sophisticated but it had a sexy, scandalous edge that was undeniable. You weren't about to starve yourself just because some butthurt bitchboy had called you fat when you wouldn't do what he wanted, but you made it a point to drink plenty of water and work out every day leading up to the wedding.

You scheduled a hair appointment for the morning of. You hadn't planned to bother with as much for Chad but you knew you didn't have the skill to create something of the caliber you wanted on your own. "Make me the hottest bitch there," you told the hairdresser.

You did your makeup far more elaborately than you typically did, but there could be no stone left unturned. Not when you had to keep an old flame in his place and make him eat his heart out; certainly not when you were showing up on the arm of the one and only Rich Tozier. You made sure to use the most bold, provocative perfume you had and you did not use a light hand; there was no place for subtlety this evening.

The doorbell rang. You surveyed yourself in the mirror one last time, struck a pose and answered the door. There stood a dashing, impeccably dressed Rich Tozier...

...and there on the ground in front of him lay his jaw.

You twirled around for him. "What say you, Mr. Tozier?"

"Wow," he breathlessly gasped before rediscovering his voice. "What did I to to be lucky enough to score a front row seat to this smokeshow?"

On another day, you would have blushed. "You don't look so bad yourself, Richie." "(Y/N), I can promise you that nobody there will be looking at me," he said, unable to keep his eyes from wandering all over you. "I will. Damn, Richie. You're making me wish we didn't work together."

"Then I'll wear sweats to work Monday. Then you'll remember who you're working with."

"And you'll still be Rich Motherfucking Tozier. I knew what I was doing when I invited you to this wedding."

"You obviously didn't know me in Derry, Maine throughout the 80s and most of the 90s."

"Yeah, well I wasn't always the smokeshow you see in front of you, either. Hell, I'm not even this smokeshow ninety percent of the time these days."

"(Y/N), hot stuff, I'm going to be choking on all that smoke for weeks to come, if not months."

"Then I'll wear sweats to work Monday myself."

"Go ahead. The damage has already been done. Don't you know that secondhand smoke kills?"

"I see my lectures have finally gotten through. You ready? As much as I'd love to stay here and keep enjoying the view, we've got a wedding to attend."

"I hope you're not too attached to the bride because I don't think she'll be wanting to stay friends with somebody who shows up to her wedding looking that good. That is, if she doesn't decide to run off with you."

You took Richie's arm. "Let her try. There's not a man or woman alive or dead that could stack up to my date," you said as you walked to his car. You could have sworn that you saw Richie blush just a little bit before he looked away.

You wound each other up the entire drive to the wedding, neither of you letting the other lose sight of your mission or of just how goddamned stunning the other looked. By the time you arrived, the two of you were ready to take on the world, already fully absorbed in your plan and enjoying every split second of it.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N), you wrote in the guest book before handing the pen to Richie. He signed the book and set the pen down with a satisfied smirk.

You guffawed when you saw what he had done, adding onto your entry so that it now read (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and the luckiest son of bitch in the place, in two differing scripts. "I could kiss you for that," you whispered, never more thankful in your life that Rich Tozier could be utterly shameless at times.

"Hope you wore smudge proof lipstick," he whispered back, giving a shit eating grin to all passersby. Yes, all eyes were definitely on the two of you. Chad's would be too if he indeed possessed the balls to show up; if he did he sure wouldn't have the balls to say jack shit to either of you.

Not surprisingly, the professional photographer that had been hired for the event stopped the two of you for a photo. "Enjoy the view from behind, it's just as sweet!" Richie exclaimed to the photographer as you walked on, causing you to blush and cackle.

"You're amazing, Richie," was all you could say.

You took your seats and waited for the ceremony to begin. "You see him?" Richie asked.

"No, and I don't care to look. I've only got eyes for you tonight."

"That's true. We do have a show to put on," he said, giving you a look that you were sure had caused you to soak your seat. In fact, you even said as much.

"Don't make me soak my seat, Tozier."

Richie didn't say anything, just gave you a smoldering smirk, knowing damned well what he was doing. He may have come a long way from the scrawny, bespectacled trashmouth with the target on his back but he would always have a bit of the little shit left in him deep down.

You decided to give him a taste of his own medicine and leaned in, gently grazing his lips with yours. God, they were fucking soft. They felt every bit as great as you always imagined they would. You kissed him again, gently taking his bottom lip between your teeth before releasing it and pulling back.

"My God..." Richie marveled, as if meeting you for the first time. "Who are you? I always knew you were something, doll, but Jesus Christ..."

"Why, Mr. Tozier, I'm yours, don't you know?" you answered with feigned innocence.

Richie smirked and gave your leg a squeeze. "Let's take it down a notch, I don't want us to get kicked out before it's even started," he whispered before placing a quick kiss on your neck and turning to face forward.

You took his hand and the two of you made small talk about your surroundings. You sat through the wedding, unable to really focus on anything that was happening. All you could think about was the man beside you that you craved more than anything and the tension building between your legs. You clapped with everyone else when it was done, though, truthfully, you only knew to do so by watching Richie.

The wedding may have finished, but the fun was only beginning for you and Richie. Everyone knew that the reception was where the good shit really went down and it was there that the two of you would have to give your strongest performance. Thankfully, you were both warmed up.

You watched as the bride and groom made their way to the floor for their first dance and you couldn't help but feel a tug at your heartstrings. You'd never seen laid back, sweet-faced Tyler look so dashing and sophisticated and Amy, ethereal in her white gown with her flaxen hair gleaming in the light, looked like the angel on top of the Christmas tree.

"Doesn't she look beautiful?" you asked.

"Yeah, she does," Richie agreed and you had to give him credit for not adding on a crude remark like he typically would have done. The opening notes of Ed Sheeran's Thinking Out Loud filled the room and the couple began their dance. Richie groaned in annoyance.

"Really? This song? Why did I let you drag me to a millennial wedding?"

"So basic," you concurred, although you felt your eyes misting regardless. "I wouldn't have picked it...but it's a pretty song. Well, it was the first two hundred times or so."

Richie saw you lovingly admiring the couple, lost in the moment and he smiled at the chip in in your tough, sassy exterior. He couldn't help but wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his chin on the top of your head as he watched them with you. "Yeah, it is," he admitted.

Throughout the evening, Richie played the doting date to the hilt. At your table, you made a show of feeding one another bites of cake by hand, dragging it out as long as possible, neither of you admitting aloud that it was just as much for your own benefit as it was for that of onlookers. A downright devilish grin broke across Richie's face as he finished languidly sucking a dollop of frosting from the finger you had between his pillowy lips, in his soft mouth as you simultaneously did the same thing, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his finger wrapped in the velvet expanse of your tongue, reluctant to let it go. He released your finger from his mouth and kissed your fingertips before speaking. "I see him." His dark eyes were alight with mischief.

"Oh yeah? Does he see us?"

"I don't see how he couldn't have clocked such a babe, especially as she sucked the frosting right off my fingers."

"You know, we haven't quite finished if you want to keep it up because I'm enjoying the hell out of this."

"Tempting, but I've got something else in mind."

"Is he alone? Did he bring a 'real woman?'" you asked with amused derision.

"If by 'real woman' you mean what is quite clearly, as I called it, a paid escort and what appears to be a discounted one at that, then yes."

You rolled your eyes, heavily make up for the occasion. "Okay, what are we going to do?"

"I'll tell you what we're going to do, you're going to get your sexy ass out of that chair and we're going to get out on that floor and give everyone an eyeful."

For the first time since you'd been there, you faltered. "Richie, I don't know..."

"What, you aren't backing out on me now, are you? What happened to my hot piece of ass?"

"I won't look like such a hot piece of ass on the floor, Richie, I can't dance!"

"Sure you can. Anyone can."

"Can and should are two very different things!"

"You can. You will." He stood up and extended his hand down to you. "May I have this dance, beautiful?"

If there was one thing you couldn't do, even more than you couldn't dance, it was deny Rich Tozier.

"Of course, handsome. But you're leading."

"Absolutely. Gotta take care of my girl," he said as he led you out onto the floor.

You sure as hell couldn't dance and, truthfully, you didn't know if Richie was really all that much better, but he had more than enough confidence for the both of you. You followed his lead, never breaking eye contact.

"See, (Y/N)? You're doing it."

You had no idea what was going on around you. Everyone else could be dead for all you knew. All you knew was that there was music (you didn't even know what song) and motion and that you were being held and twirled by your love and, goddamn it, he sure was the most charming man you had ever seen, you sure wanted to kiss him, and you wished more than anything that this was for real and not just for tonight.

The song ended. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Richie, I-"

You were cut off by the announcement that it was time for the bouquet toss. Richie's face lit up with mischief and he pushed you into the crowd of rabid single women who were desperate and ready to knock some lights out for some meaningless bundle of flowers that didn't truly foretell a thing. "Go on! Get it, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed in mock enthusiasm.

You want it, Tozier? you thought. Then you've got it. You couldn't have cared less for the tradition, but didn't you have an act to uphold?

Amy tossed the bouquet and you leapt for it, damned if you were going to let Chad's third rate hooker come out with it or anyone else, for that matter, since Richie had wanted to be cute and shove you into that sea of lunacy. No, that bouquet was your target. You leapt like a gazelle, swerved, and took ahold, yanking it out of the path to another woman's hands.

Everyone cheered and a few women shot death glares as you held up the bouquet, smiling smugly as you made your way back to a smarmy, smirking Richie who was clapping exaggeratedly. You tossed the bouquet at him. "As requested, your bouquet," you said before grabbing his hand, holding it up in the air and shouting, "Here he is, boys, come get him!"

Once the laughter died down, you mirrored the smug expression Richie had just been giving you.

"Laugh it up now, sweet cheeks, but you're about to be really sorry," he warned.

"Oh, yeah? What are you going to do?"

"Wait for it..."

An amplified voice filled the room. "All right, all you eligible bachelors, line up!"

"That's me," Richie said, handing the bouquet back to you and giving you a wink before joining the crowd of men who were gathered as Tyler removed Amy's garter.

That doesn't mean anything, you thought. There's plenty of men. Richie probably won't even get it.

Richie, however, had a height advantage over the other guys in the crowd, men just didn't care about things like this the way women did and you came to the sudden realization that you and Richie's plan had worked a little too well. The two of you had already established yourselves as the it couple of the evening, second only to Tyler and Amy themselves. Everyone had taken notice of the two of you and you could have sworn that you saw Tyler, that cheeky son of a bitch, deliberately toss that damned garter directly to Richie- who caught it, of course, much to the delight of the entire building.

Richie made his way back to you, victory all over that gorgeous, immaculately sculpted face of his. "Are you gonna sit down and make this easy for me?" he asked, teasingly.

You weren't about to give him the satisfaction of besting you. You sat down without protest, eyes smoldering, unable to contain your smirk as you lifted your dress to expose your legs, commanding Richie to the ground with a nod of your head.

The crowed ooohed and Richie made a show of dropping to his knees and crawling the brief distance to your feet, the garter clenched between his teeth. He reached up to gently take your ankle into his hands and slide the garter over it, taking his sweet time gliding it all the way up to your thigh, never once letting the garter slip from between his teeth.

"I gotta get a shot of this," came a voice near you, obviously the photographer. Richie looked at the camera, still on his knees, garter at your thigh still held between his teeth, and gave a very satisfied thumbs up to the camera as the photo was snapped. Only when the moment had been immortalized did Richie, at last, release the garter from his teeth. You let your dress fall back down over your legs.

"You bastard. You fucking bastard," you said breathlessly, smiling in spite of yourself.

"Hey, is that any way to talk to your future husband? We're next, dollface."

"Well played, Tozier," you commended, clapping slowly.

"What do you say we give the people a little victory dance?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

And so it went, dance after dance the two of you shared, long since losing track. Song after song, fast and slow until, at last, you looked up at him, towering over you, all lips and cheekbones, hair unkempt and sexy after an evening of activity. Dark, beautiful eyes were looking right back at you, soft, round and bearing into you. Eyes that had never looked into yours so long without saying something or, perhaps, had never looked into yours so long, at all. Richie was usually so good at talking, usually knew exactly what to say, so unlike you. Come on, Richie...say something... But nothing came out of him or you. All you could see was him, all you could think about was that moment, and all you could feel was everything you had ever felt for Richie, all at once and amplified, running through your blood, through every atom of you.

So, you kissed him.

Not for the sake of putting on a show, not for the benefit of any onlooker, but for you. Just your lips on his. No thought, just feelings, kissing him until you thought, at last, that you might die if you didn't stop for air because God knew you had forgotten to breathe.

You pulled away. Richie blinked, absentmindedly running his tongue over his lips. "Damn," he muttered offhandedly before returning to his senses. "Was Chad watching or something?"

You didn't know what to say. Truthfully, you had no idea if Chad had been watching or not, nor did you care. You had long since lost sight of your initial reason for bringing Richie to the wedding in the first place. You couldn't ruin things forever between you and Richie, but you couldn't lie to him, either.

"I don't know," you answered. "It just felt right."

"Felt right?" Richie didn't sound upset; just confused.

You couldn't just stand there not knowing whether or not you had just made the biggest mistake with Richie that you possibly could have. "Yeah, you know how it is," you cheerfully dismissed. "Doesn't it just feel right sometimes? Don't overthink it." The irony was not lost on you; you knew you would do precisely that. "Anyway, I'm sorry about that, Richie. I didn't mean to upset you. I'm gonna go to the bathroom. Do you want me to get you anything on the way back?"

"A drink."

"Anything in particular?"

"Surprise me."

"Ice?"

"Tons."

"Gotcha. Be back in a few." You headed toward the ladies' room as quickly as your dress would allow which, for the sake of appearances, was not very quickly, thankfully.

You locked yourself in a stall. "Fuck,"you whispered, dropping to a seat on the closed toilet. No matter how you fought them, tears sprang to the surface. You were glad that you had worn waterproof mascara. You allowed yourself a few moments of panic and despair before forcing yourself to dry up and get out. You touched up your makeup in the mirror until you were satisfied.

"You better get back out there to that man of yours," a woman said in passing, "or somebody else will be glad to take your place."

You laughed dryly. "Don't I know it?" you muttered to the empty bathroom.

You stopped to get Richie his drink, putting about as much thought into making it as he had into requesting it. You were sure to fill the cup with enough ice that it didn't really matter what else was in it, anyway. You scanned the room for Richie, perplexed that he was nowhere to be seen. Fuck, you thought. I've gone and run him off.

Just when you were about to dig your phone out of your purse, you felt a hand gently touch your arm from behind. You turned to face Richie, all smiles, back to his old self. You smiled and handed the drink to him. He set it on the nearest table.

"No time for drinks now, my love. While you were away, the DJ announced that after a brief intermission, the last song of the night was coming up."

"Thank fuck. That guy sucked. If it were my wedding, I'd pay him to stop. He's no Rich Tozier, that's for damn sure."

"Cut him some slack. I don't think Rich Tozier could have done any better, seeing a fox like you out on the floor."

"Nonsense. Rich Tozier is the king. He's been carrying both of us on the floor all night."

Richie smiled and offered you his hand. "I see the guy coming back. You ready to show them how it's done one last time?"

You took his hand. "Been ready all my life."

You made your way to the floor as the music began. It was a slow song, thank goodness, and you were ready to savor every second of the dance. It wasn't lost on you that it was the end of the night, the final encore, and you and Richie would soon take your last bow. It wasn't a show for you, though. It never was, and it had never been more plain to you than it was at that moment.

You looked into Richie's eyes. They were sparkling as he smiled at you. You smiled back and laid your head on his shoulder, playfully nuzzling his neck before settling. You felt a soft, whispering laugh in his chest before you felt his lips place a chaste kiss on the top of your head and then your hand that he held as you danced. He held his head down, his face resting gently in your hair.

In that moment, you could have sworn that he was enjoying this every bit as much as you. Deep down, however, you knew better. If he was loving this with you, it was no different than the way he had loved so many others for a moment or two before going back to his same old single life.

I love you, you thought. You mouthed the words against his shoulder, only because you knew he couldn't see. Was this how people felt on the way to their executions? Desperately clinging to every fleeting second of precious time as the end grew ever more imminent? You thought that it may very well have been; to some greater extent, of course, but still in the same vein.

You felt Richie's hand on your back, rubbing softly as your hand slowly traveled up to rest securely in his dark curls. Inevitably, no matter how fervently you wished that you could have frozen time, the song reached its end. Your heart began its slow break. Richie smiled down at you and kissed your forehead before wrapping an arm around you as you began the agonizing walk back to the car.

"What a night," you marveled aloud once you were both in the car.

"I'm sure Chad is eating his heart out and choking on it," Richie assured you.

You blinked, giving Richie a mischievous sideways smile. "Chad who?" You were playing coy but the truth was that you had hardly given him a passing thought the entire night.

"You pulled it off without a hitch, (Y/N)."

"Easiest thing I've done in my life- thanks to my fantastic partner, of course."

You raved about one another the whole way back, rehashing the evening, not wanting to let it go just yet. Unfortunately, you had to.

"Well, Mr. Tozier, it's been grand but I'm afraid this is my stop."

"Let me walk you to the door." That was just Rich; ever the gentleman.

He walked over to your door, held his hand out, and smiled once you stood before him. You took his arm and made your way to the door, thankful for once in your life for how much of a pain in the ass it could be to get to your apartment.

At last, you were at the door. The clock was ticking, the spell was breaking, and in spite of your dress, your professionally styled hair, and all of the makeup, you were starting to feel increasingly like your true self. "Thanks for doing this, Richie. It really means the world."

He smiled softly. "Nothing I would have rather done, dollface." You smiled up at him before yawning in spite of yourself. He laughed. "Go get some sleep, (Y/N)."

"You too, Richie."

He leaned in and placed a soft kiss onto your cheek. "I'll see you at work, baby." You thought he sounded as if he were talking to a child.

"Drive safe, Rich. And thanks again," you said before letting yourself in, not looking back for fear that Richie would see your heart all over your face.

The clock had run out, the coach had turned back into a pumpkin, Rich Tozier was just your older, wittier, more charismatic and successful friend and co-worker, and you? You were just you again, in your pajamas, sensational red dress discarded in the corner. Face bare. Eyes round and innocent. Lips returned to their natural shade. Bye bye, smokeshow, you thought.

You brushed your teeth, pulled your still styled hair into a messy bun at the back of your head, and climbed into bed. The sultry scent of your perfume still hung in the air. You knew it would be back to reality come Monday but, for now, you allowed yourself to drift to sleep on a cloud.

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[boreussia-durmmund]

Hearts don’t break around here - part 10

A/N: so in this very moment i am on my way to Luxemburg, my new home for the next year. I don’t exactly know if I can keep up posting in the next weeks but there will only be one chapter following this one and then the epilogue. I hope you enjoy it :) Credits of the pic to owner!

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

No I'm not gonna make it without you standing next to me

Dinner was short in the evening before Lou excused herself to get ready for bedtime. She took a trip around the house, saying goodnight to everyone. Her parents and brothers pulled her into a long group hug and then everyone gave her a kiss on the cheek. Then her father pulled her into another hug and he joked it was time to let go of his little sunshine and she assured him he never had to, some tears were spent as everything on this day seemed to be over-emotional and it wasn't even the wedding day. They would need tons of handkerchiefs tomorrow.

After this she made her way into her bed, sent Roman a goodnight text and put her phone away. But although she was so tired that it had been hard to keep her eyes open during dinner, now in bed Louisa felt wide awake. After turning around in the sheets for what felt like hours she got back on her phone and called Roman. Maybe just listening to his voice could calm her down enough to fall asleep.

In the morning she woke up with her phone still lying next to her in bed so she indeed fell asleep while still listening to him. She got up and took a shower before tip toeing into the kitchen as it was just past six in the morning and she doubted that many people were awake yet. They didn't need to be up for another hour but she found her mum and her uncle there. Breakfast was soon over and now Lou found herself  sitting nervously on a chair while a hairdresser was taking care of her hair. Neither her mum nor her best friend, Lisa, who were walking up and down the room helped her stay calm.

Around half past 8 some of the guests who were staying over at her family's place for this night arrived leading to the door bell constantly ringing and people being noisy in the background. Lots of them waved at the door into the bathroom in which Louisa was getting prepared. She always greeted them friendly and spoke a few sentences before they said see you later and left them alone.

With each passing minute Louisa was slowly but surely becoming nervous. It wasn't that she wasn't sure about marrying Roman, after the make-up of the fight yesterday she was. Nonetheless something inside of her was uneasy.

Things could go wrong, they definitely could. There would be nothing stopping them from doing so except for the perfect plan them and their familys made. The plan was indeed very sophisticated and Lou was thankful that she didn't have to work most for it. Still though there were mistakes in it. It was impossible to prevent everything that could go wrong especially because there were certain things they couldn't control like the weather.

Lou tried to reassure herself that it should be a sunny and way too hot day for her own liking just the same as most of the summer 2018 had been.  Not her favourite weather but for the wedding, the pictures and the party it barely could be any better. Today would be amazing, she tried to convince herself but failed.

Her mum and Lisa both told her everything would work out fine for at least 20 times but somehow Lou couldn't stop herself from being concerned.

“So princess, your wedding dress is old, the shoes are new, your necklace is borrowed and the barrette is blue.” her mum recalled when both her hair and her make-up were done and she was in the wedding dress.

Lou was a more than fully dressed bride with her vintage wedding dress, her curly hair in an amazing updo, a fine looking barrette which her grannys gave to her a few years ago, the white veil and Karin's necklace which really fitted into the style perfectly. Her mum had told her she knew about Karin's plans and seemed to be happy for her as well. In contrast to her relationship with Roman which started a little uneasy she had liked Karin from the beginning on.

“So we've got something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue.” Lou and Lisa said in unison.

“We sure do and we are on time.” her mum replied looking at her watch.

“Then let's head to the cars but I give you two a moment alone before we do that.” Within a second Lisa had left the room. Susanne smiled at her daughter and Lou could see some tears in her eyes.

“I love you, Mum and I am so thankful for everything you ever done for me. I couldn't have had a better mother.” “Even if she didn't like your husband in first place?” her mum joked. “Even then.” Lou chuckled.

“And I couldn't have a better daughter. Isi, you have no idea how proud I am of you and how amazing you look right now. I am really glad that I can give Roman such an amazing wife.” Some tears were already coming up in her and Louisa knew this wouldn't stop for most of the day.

“Mum, you make me cry.” “Come here, princess. Let me hug my girl.”

They stood there her mum's arms around her while Lou fought the tears at her best because she couldn't ruin the make-up. She could have stayed in this moment a little longer, being her mum's little one, but they parted eventually.

Susanne pressed a kiss on Lou's forehead and told her she looked breathtaking. Some more compliments and fifteen minutes later they were on their way to the car. Alex, her cousin, would be driving, with her mum as shotgun and her dad with Louisa in the backseat.

It was just a few minutes past 9:30 when Alex started the engine. In about two hours they should be in Münsingen ready but so far it seemed like they would make it on time.

Her dad kept Lou's hand in his, slowly caressing up and down her skin. It helped her relax more than her mum's and Lisa's words.

Rationally Lou couldn't explain it but emotionally she knew her dad was best at keeping her calm because of her being a daddy's girl. That's why her mum made him sit in the backseat with their daughter instead of sitting there herself.

“I can't believe today's the day.” he said looking at her after they had been silent for the first minutes of the car drive.

“But it is.” Lou told him with a small smile on her face.

“My little sunshine is finally getting married.

Isi, you have no idea how proud I am.” Lou's smile grew wider while listening to his words. His hair was grey but to Lou he was the still the man who could fix everything for her and she loved how wise he sounded when he talked to her.

“You grew up to be such an amazing woman but you stayed as kind and lovely as you were when I could hold you up with just one hand.”

Lou laughed shyly and heard her mum chuckle from the frontseat. Her parents were great, they really were and she loved them with all of her heart.

“And in contrast to your mother I really liked your boyfriend from the beginning on.” Lou didn't need to look up to tell that her mother was sticking her tongue out at her dad but when she did, Louisa was proven right.

“Susanne, behave in front of the kids.” he joked and then they all shared a laughter.

“Anyway Roman is a great guy. He is loyal, protective, kind and most important of all, he loves you with all of his heart. Plus he was one of my favourite goalies of all time at Freiburg so this is a pro for him as well.” “Dad!” Louisa interupted him laughing at his joke and he smiled at her with the most heart-warming smile she had ever seen.

“You two will be great and hopefully great enough to have some grandchilden for us. But you just have to know that although I hope you will be as happy as you can be, living your life with Roman to the fullest, I always want you to remember that you have got a home here with us. Whatever happens your family has your back and your daddy can try to fix it for you. So if you need us, we are just one phone-call away.

We love you unconditionally and we will always, always be there for you.

We love you, little sunshine.” It was just past ten when the first real tears made it down Lou's face this day and so much more were meant to follow them but all of them were tears of joy.

Her dad smiled and hugged her and then it was silent in the car for a while. Susanne and Alex kept arguing about the right way to Münsingen but Louisa and her dad seemed to be in their own world. Both of them were chasing after old memories from when Lou was little and every once in a while they smiled at each other.

Finally 11:19 they arrived in front of the church. Time to get married, was all Lou could think of but somehow her dad had kept her mind distracted enough that she hadn't worried about the wedding within the last hour and was now most of all excited and barely scared.

Once they got out of the car, everything was in a rush and a few minutes later only her dad and she herself were standing in front of the church door.

Carefully he reached behind her head and pulled the veil in front of her face.

“Ready, little sunhine?” he wanted to know and Lou nodded in response.

“Then give your dad the honour to take you to the perfect man for you.” “I love you, daddy.” “And I love you sunshine.” He hesitated for a second waiting for any other reaction from Louisa but when she didn't gave him one, he offered her his arm to hold on to and opened the door.

Inside it was loud, really loud. More than 150 people had made their way into the church and were talking to each other but when the wedding marched was played they instantly fell silent.

For the firt steps Lou tried to just concentrate on walking in the high heels she was wearing but she saw all the people turning around nevertheless.

Everybody was looking at her, staring at her even.

They were admiring her and how wonderful she looked today because this day was only about her and Roman. When she felt a little easier on her own two feet she dared to pay attention to the people. Most of them she recognized but some of them were distant relatives of Roman or friends of his she had never seen or other footballers he was friends with. Of course some riders were invited as well.

Lou smiled at Malin, Alex, Crissy, her aunts and uncles, her grannys, Manuel and Melanie, Julian and Sarah and everyone who met her eyes returned her smile as brightly as possible and her granny was already crying. But after looking at everyone else in the room Lou finally dared to look to the front of the aisle where her husband was standing.

Just looking at him in this suit was taking her breath away, it was a black and white tuxedo nothing exraordinary but on Roman it looked more than extraordinarily.  They were still about eight meters apart but when Lou saw the admiring look in his eyes she just wanted to cry out of pure joy. This was the most amazing man she could ever imagine to marry and in a few minutes she would indeed be marrying him.

Nico and Marco who had been standing next to him gave him a final pat on the shoulder and went to their seats while Lou got closer but not without both of them smiling at her brightly as well. When she took the last step torwards Roman she had to keep herself from falling into his arms instantly because this was everything Lou could ever imagine to need, him and only him.

Her dad nodded at Roman respectfully who nodded as well and then Roman took the veil and pulled it behind Lou's head. She could see the exact moment when he realized that she was already crying and she knew that he wanted to comment on it because Louisa could read him like a book. But instead of commenting on it he took her face on both of his hands, making Louisa feel as protected as he always made her feel, and then pressing a kiss to her forehead. It was slowler than usual and full of emotion and respect. When Roman leaned away from her again and took her hands in his she could see that there was one tear rolling down his face as well and it made her happy. Emotionally both of them were more than ready for this wedding.

Her dad had taken his seat as well and the priest started talking.

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[theartificialdane]

Galactica, part 252

Day of the wedding! Follow everyone as they get ready for the big moment, and the I do that will change lives forever.

“Perviously on Galactica, Raven refused the help of a wedding planner, taking care of every detail by herself. At the rehearsal dinner, Violet tanked her maid of honor speech (with no help from Sutan), and Courtney stood up to Bianca for her patronizing behaviour, and that’s what you missed on Glee.”

Thank you to @veronicasanders @toriibelledarling and @samrull

Violet had no idea what she had expected for Raven’s wedding preparations, but no matter what she had thought, this wasn’t it. Violet had always known Raven was a person who enjoyed the extravagant, but to actually see it with her own eyes was a very different experience.

“Wow...”

“I know right?” Juju laughed. Juju had cornered Violet when she had come back from the gym that morning, her hair still wet from the shower she had taken after running until she couldn’t think anymore. For a second, Violet had assumed Juju wanted to talk about the speech, about how horribly she had failed and how disappointed both Raja and Raven had to be in her, but in reality, all Juju wanted was her help to set up and make sure everything was okay. C

“It’s...It’s...wow...” Violet looked around. Violet knew Raven had pretty much booked the entire hotel, but the suite was outside of her wildest imaginations, Violet even feeling a little sick as she briefly tried to calculate how much money Raven had spent on it, before giving up for her sanity's sake.

A gigantic, elaborate brunch buffet was laid out on one end of the suite, complete with caterers in crisp chef coats bustling around, setting up pastry towers and stations for fresh omelets, waffles and crepes to order.

A harpist sat in another corner, across from the mani/pedi stations and massage tables. Violet was so distracted by all of the luxurious surrounding that she didn’t notice the dreaded binders until Juju nudged her arm and pointed to a shelf. Color-coded, tabbed, labeled with their names.

“Ladies!” Raven sang, sailing from one of the bedrooms in a dressing gown, trailing yards of marabou feathers behind her. “I’m sooo delighted that my two favorite people are the first to arrive! Please have some breakfast and make yourselves comfortable!” With a flurry of air kisses, she flew back into the bedrooms.

“Well, she seems to be...in a good mood,” Violet commented.

“Don’t be fooled by the showmanship. We’re soldiers today. Those books are our missions,” Juju laughed. “Let’s see if she can top Fame on the crazy bride scale, though I have a good feeling she will.”

Violet shuddered.

***

“Heyyyy!” Sutan gave Karl a fist bump, the two exchanging a secret handshake as if they were kids, before Sutan slid into the large, circular booth.

Bianca turned to Raja, snickering, Raja smiling brightly.

“They are so lame when they try to bro out…”

“You’re just mad we’re cool, Bianca.”

“Let them have it. It’s their one butch thing,” Raja laughed, toasting her.

Fame giggled, leaning on Raja’s other shoulder and signaling for the waiter.

“Can we get a refill on the mimosas please? Thank you!”

“That’s right, keep ‘em coming!” Detox agreed.

“Just as long as no one gets too drunk.”

“We would never.” Fame laughed, taking one of the glasses the waiter came back with.

“So Raj, are you doing any fucking thing today to help your bae, or is she taking care of the entire shit show herself?” Karl asked.

“Uhhh…” Raja scratched her head. “Well, I’m supposed to check in with Adore to make sure that she and the band are ready for their set and in contact with the AV people. And…”

Bianca raised an eyebrow.

“...you know, get dressed at some point,” she finished, with a slightly guilty expression, sipping her mimosa. “I have a makeup artist and a hairdresser coming. Raven insisted, even though she knows I hate it.” Raja smiled. “I have had enough of strangers touching my face for a lifetime after modeling.”

Patrick laughed and slung an arm around Fame’s shoulders. “Wow, are you sure you can handle all that pressure?”

“Listen, Raven is the one who wanted to do all this on her own. I would have been happy with a courthouse wedding-” Raja had to stop talking as everyone snorted. “I would! All of this is Raven’s idea, so she has to get it done, but trust me, she’ll have her army of bridesmaids to help with the heavy lifting.”

“I think we should toast to Raja, for not assigning us any fucking heavy lifting,” Bianca said.

“Hear hear!” Sutan cried, raising his glass.

***

Just as Juju warned, the spa treatments and sumptuous buffet were simply a precursor to the more pressing business at hand for the day. By noon, Raven had distributed burner phones and binders to every girl, with assignments and specific, detailed instructions.

“Think of it like a scavenger hunt,” she said, sipping daintily from her champagne glass, “Only if you fail and make me look bad in front of the guests, and especially my fucking mother, I’ll murder you.”

Violet knew better than to underestimate the truth in what she was saying. Luckily, her days as one of the best executive assistants in New York City had prepared her for this moment, and so soon she was on the phone with 3 different catering companies, 2 pastry chefs, a raw bar vendor, the hotel event staff, and the wedding cake delivery service.

Once her phone calls were done, she walked over to a panicked Jaslene to help her with the DJ, who’d apparently gotten into a car accident on the New Jersey Turnpike. She texted Pearl and found 3 backup DJs within 20 minutes. With Jaslene’s tears dried, they held hands and walked over to the nail station to present the options to the bride.

Violet had never thought she would be so happy to work for free, the rush of keeping track of everything keeping her mind from wandering and playing tricks on her.

***

“Heyy, that looks great!” Karl exclaimed. “I’ve missed American food so much. This is like, the first breakfast in months I’ve had without any goddamn beans on the plate.”

“Speak for yourself!” Patrick laughed, digging into his huevos rancheros.

“Okay, wait, before we begin eating, can I just say…” Fame held her glass up, eyes slightly misty. “Raja, I’m just so happy that you found the kind of love that-”

“Yeah, yeah, true love, save it for tonight, blondie,” Bianca sighed, toasting her.

“Thank you, darling,” Raja said, kissing Fame on the cheek.

Detox nudged Sutan with his elbow, gesturing to Bianca, who was typing furiously on her phone, brow furrowed. “What do you think that’s all about?”

“Well...I mean, I don’t want to gossip-”

“Sure, of course not.”

“But I heard that B is in quite the doghouse. Apparently she slept on Fame’s couch or something last night.”

Detox cackled.

***

“Flowers?”

“All 3 vendors are here and coordinating with Marilyn as requested. Here’s the first progress picture…” Naima showed Raven a photo on her phone, earning a gracious smile from the beautiful bride.

“Very good. You may join us for a mani/pedi, but be sure to keep the phone nearby.”

Naimi collapsed into the spa chair with a relieved sigh.

“Photographer and videographer are all set!” Allison declared triumphantly.

“Proof?” Raven asked.

“Uhhh...”

“They’re texting back in a minute, as soon as they get out of the subway!” Violet interjected, seeing the fear in Allison’s eyes. She gripped the blonde by the forearm and dragged her back into the other room to help her complete her mission.

***

“Oh god you look amazing.” Fame smiled brightly, looking at Raja as she got the finishing touches on her makeup done.

“Thank you.” Raja laughed. “I really like the gold, can I get a bit more eyeshadow?”

Fame stepped aside as the makeup artist went in again. It was only her, Bianca and Raja in the suite Raja and Raven shared, Raja preferring a small bridal party for her while she got ready. Fame took two new glasses and dumped down on the sofa, giving one to Bianca who was staring at her phone.

“Fuck,” Bianca muttered.

“She still isn’t responding?” Fame asked.

“Who isn’t responding?” Raja asked.

“Nothing...” Bianca put her phone into her purse and took the glass Fame gave her. “Can’t we just toast to eternal love and all that bullshit again?”

“That was beautiful, Bianca. You should officiate,” Raja snickered.

Fame put a hand on Bianca’s arm, offering her friend comfort. Fame knew that the Courtney situation was driving Bianca crazy, but her friend shrugged her off, clearly not wanting her touch.

“Fuck off.”

“B, please can we just like, chill?” Raja turned her head. “I’ve got some weed if you need it?”

“Nah.”

“Okay, but you’re on thin ice. I want a low key no drama day to prepare myself for the circus tonight.”

***

“Are these too tight?” Pearl turned slightly, showing off her ass to Laila who was still laying in bed, her computer out as she was replying to comments on her channel, the two of them enjoying that they had somehow gotten an overnight invitation to the wedding, the leftovers from the breakfast on the side table. Pearl was naked except for a pair of dark pants, her ass looking absolutely sinful, her long blonde hair a lazy mess on top of her head, her full tits out, and Laila felt her mouth go slightly dry.

“I can’t believe you’re wearing a suit. Is it like, a thing?”

“It’s my wedding gear, makes my gay ass look great, and makes all the girls want me.” Pearl smiled, and made her way towards the bed, crawling onto it and picking Lailas computer up, moving it to the side. “I’m the wedding stud, and it’s hot as fuck.”

“That’s romantic.”

“It is when I don’t care about them.” Pearl smiled and crawled into Laila’s lap, placing her girlfriends hands on her hips. “Because all I want is you.” Pearl leaned down and kissed Laila.

“All I want is you too.”

***

Courtney collapsed onto her bed, sighing. She thought that she’d feel better after an intense workout and steamy shower, but unfortunately, her misery had only compounded since the night before.

She heard her phone buzz and picked it up.

BIANCA: I understand if you’re still upset, but I want to talk.

BIANCA: Can we please meet before the ceremony?

BIANCA: Point taken

BIANCA: Let me know if you change your mind

BIANCA: I love you

Courtney hesitated, closing her eyes. She wasn’t ignoring Bianca on purpose, but she just didn’t know what to say. How was she supposed to explain her current state of mind without sounding accusatory and ungrateful? What if she fucked things up even more?

So opened her eyes and called the one person who could possibly be a voice of reason in all this.

“Hello kitten!”

Ben’s voice was warm and happy, full of laughter. Sounded like he was having a great time on vacation.

“Hey Ben. How’s Cancun?”

“Fantastic, darling! I’d say wish you were here, but I’m just enjoying all this hot Latin dick far too much.”

Courtney giggled.

“Well, I’m glad one of us is having a good time.”

“What’s wrong, love?”

“I just...I got into a horrible fight with Bianca last night, and now we have this wedding today, and I don’t know what to say when I see her. It’s just...god, I’m so mad at her, and I feel like shit, and then, she’s the one person who I know will make me feel better.”

“With her tongue, you mean?” Ben snickered.

“Ben, please, be serious.” Courtney curled up around a pillow.

“I am being serious. You fucking cave to her every time she touches you. It’s pathetic.”

“I know.”

“I mean, grow up already and get a backbone. If you’re pissed at her, tell her, and let the chips fall. You’re allowed to be angry.”

“I know, but I don’t want to be a drama queen. And I haven’t answered her all day because I don’t know what to say, which at this point feels petty and childish.”

Ben sighed.

“Listen to me. You can’t just give her the silent treatment-“

“I know that, Ben! But what do I say?”

“Do you really want to get into it in a hotel with all of her friends?”

“Of course not!” Courtney exclaimed.

“Well then, you’re gonna have to just suck it up and be cool. But tell her that you still want to talk, after you get home. And by then maybe you’ll have your shit together.”

“And if I don’t?” Courtney asked.

“Well then, you’ll just do what you always do and back down the second she gets you naked.”

“Thanks, Ben.”

“You’re welcome! Have fun at the wedding, peaches. Mwah mwah!”

And with that, the call was over. Courtney rolled her eyes, covering her face with her hands.

BIANCA: Are you okay? Should I come to the room? I wish I had my arms around you right now.

COURTNEY: I’m fine. Sorry for the radio silence. Stay with Raja. I’ll see you later. XX

***

“Do you think I should keep the veil down?” Raja turned slightly, trying to find any mirror in the little reception hall her and Sutan was waiting in. Everyone is already ready and waiting inside except for Raven. Raja was wearing a golden wedding dress clearly and heavily inspired by the traditional clothes from indonesia, her arms covered in lace, her hair and face covered by a long veil. “It felt right in the moment, but I’m not sure now.” Raja clutched her bouquet, trying to decide, when she felt Sutan’s hand on her arm.

“Here, let me.” Sutan turned to his sister, flipping her veil up.  “Wow..” The twins stand together a little while, looking at each other.

[Up, definitely up.] [Are you crying?]

[I just realised, that even though my entire career has been built on your face, you’ve never looked more beautiful than just now.]

Raja smiles and gives her brother a quick, closed mouthed kiss.

[I can’t wait for you to walk me down the aisle.]

[I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.]

Some disturbance barge through the door.

***

“Isn’t it crazy warm in here?”

“Ssh.” Katya shushed Trixie, the man rolling his eyes, even though he did stop fidgeting. They were sitting together, both of them waiting for the ceremony to begin, the hall bustling with noise at the many guests. “There are so many people here.”

“Wedding of the year.”

“I don’t think so.”

“I saw an ice sculpture of Raja and Raven in lingerie out in the hall, I’m pretty sure that qualifies as wedding of the year.”

“I still know a wedding that was so much better.”

“Which one?”

“Ours of course.”

Trixie felt himself blush, his face heating up to a million degrees as Katya looked at him, his wifes bright blue eyes looking at him as if he was the most beautiful thing in the world.

“Do you think anyone will notice that we’re missing?”

“Not even for a minute.”

***

The doors where going to open any minute, and Raja was sweating like a sinner in church. Sutan had walked her down the aisle, the entire experience feeling like something that had happened to a complete stranger, his arm in her’s the only thing that held her grounded, and now she was standing there, all alone, waiting for the doors to open and for Raven to step in. Raven, her soon to be wife. Raja could feel the eyes of her family on her, most of them flown in from Indonesia, their attention making the hair on her arms rise, as she knew Raven’s family was starring as well, all of them without a doubt wishing they would fail, except for her mom, Mani sitting on the front row, the woman crying when Raja and Sutan had come in, and Raja couldn’t wait to hug her and kiss her later. Raja bit her lip, her heart slowly sinking, but then, music started playing, everyone turning their heads as the doors opened once again. Raven was a vision in white, an angle in her gown, her the doors opened, Raven stepped forward, their eyes meeting across the room, a small smile grazing Raven’s lips, and Raja felt her soul slid into place. In a few short minutes, Raja would never be alone again, and she couldn’t imaging her life go any other way.

***

Violet took a deep breath. She really should have worn more comfortable shoes,  her ankle aching. She was standing behind Juju, Allison to her left, the Elite models looking gorgeous and Violet was so thankful she could hide between them. On Raja’s side, Sutan was standing with Bianca and Fame besides him, Bianca yawning, Fame giving her a sharp elbow in the side. Violet wished the entire thing was over, even though she knew there was hours upon hours until she could escape the party and the nagging feeling of being watched, even though she knew she was a nobody at the party. Nobody cared if she was there or not, her roommates too busy with drinks or their partners, Sutan not even commenting once on the fact that she hadn’t finished her speech at the rehearsal dinner.

She took another breath, plastering her most serene, loving, supportive friend expression on and gripping the bouquet she held tightly as the Officiator began.

“We gather here today, in the presence of family and friends to join Raja and Raven in matrimony. We celebrate the coming together in love of these women. We remember that marriage is a time when growing love is made public, when two people share mutual promises. We join in our support of them as they offer themselves to each other. We celebrate their joy, their love and their expectations.”

Katya leaned her head on Trixie’s shoulder, eyes falling closed as he kissed the top of her head.

“I would like to begin my acknowledging that, regardless of the wonderful and loving relationship that Raja and Raven have shared to this day, today, that relationship changes. All of us know it will grow, and become stronger and better.”

Juju gave Detox a small wink, and he responded by blowing her a theatrical kiss. Beside him, Kelly groaned slightly, wondering why her parents were so embarrassing.

“Indeed, during these exciting times, this day is a day of hope; A day in which Raja and Raven demonstrate their faith and love in one another. This is a reading entitled ‘To My Friend.’

“I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you because you have done more than any creed could have done to make me good, and more than any fate could have done to make me happy. You have done it without a touch, without a word, without a sign. You have done it by being yourself. Perhaps, after all, that's what being a friend means.”

Courtney could feel Bianca’s eyes on her before she even glanced at her, dark and smoldering and causing her stomach to twist. Feeling her own eyes misting over, Courtney looked down at her hands, trying to still her racing heart.

“I do.”

Raja turned her head slightly, a smile on her face as Raven had just whispered to her, the entire ceremony going on around them, the Officiator droning on and on.

“You’re not suppose to say that yet.”

“I know, but I want to say it just for you, not for anyone else.” Raven held Raja’s hand a little tighter. “I do Raja.”

“I do too.” Raja smiled at her almost wife, her beautiful and radiant bride, and then turned back to the Officiator to listen to the blessing she was giving.

“May you always need one another, not so much to fill the emptiness as to help each other know your fullness. May you want one another, but not out of lack. May you embrace one another, but not encircle one another. May you succeed in all important ways with each other, and not fail in the little graces. Look for things to praise, often say 'I love you' and take no notice of small faults.”

Juju coughed, poking Raven in the back and causing gentle laughter.

“May you have happiness, and may you find it in making one another happy. May you have love, and may you find it in loving one another. I now have a question for each of you.”

“Oh, thank god, I’m starving,” Pearl muttered under hear breath. Laila giggled and cuddled up close to her with a gentle, “Shh!”

“Raja, you have chosen Raven to be your wife. Will you love and respect her? Will you be honest with her always and will you stand by her through whatever may come?”

“I will,” Raja answered, squeezing Raven’s hands, then murmuring softly, “Even when you’re a brat.”

Raven winked at her.

“Raven, you have chosen Raja to be your wife. Will you love and respect her? Will you be honest with her always-”

“Not a problem!” Raven interjected sassily.

“And will you stand by her through whatever may come?”

“I will.”

Fame dabbed her eyes, turning her head to catch Patrick’s gaze. Warmth spread through her as she bathed in his loving attention, apparent even from five rows back.

“And do you both promise to make the necessary adjustments in your personal lives in order that you may live in a harmonious relationship together?”

“We do,” answered Raja and Raven in unison, eyes unmoving from each other.

Jinkx clasped hands with Adore on one side and Alaska on the other, bringing them into her lap to join together as the Officiator continued.

Raja and Raven, we have heard your promise to share your lives in marriage. We recognize and respect the covenant you have made here this day before each of us as witnesses. Therefore in the honesty and sincerity of what you have said and done here today and by the power vested in me, by the state of New York, I declare you married and partners for life.”

Violet smiled, forgetting every negative emotion she had as she looked at Raja and Raven, the two woman standing side by side, their fingers intertwined as the Officiator talked, both of them looking eternal in their dresses.

“And now...you may seal your vows with a kiss.”

Violet smiled as Raja grabbed Raven’s face, kissing her bride with so much joy that it radiated from her, tears falling from Raven’s eyes as they were finally, absolutely and truthfully married.

[justjessame]

Put Me In Coach Chapter 43

What does a wedding look like at the Sanctuary?  Well first of all, let me tell you that Eric was a fucking tyrant about wedding traditions.  That whole ‘the bride and groom have to sleep apart the night before’ thing?  He fucking enforced it.  Rolling his eyes at Negan’s insistence that he had no fucking fears that we’d be FINE sleeping in the same fucking bed, he grabbed my future husband a clutch of clothes and pushed him toward the door of our rooms.  

“Out.”  My very haughty, very flaming best friend ordered, and I saw Negan’s eyes widen.  Ut oh.  “Don’t you give me that Lord on Fucking High look, Coach.”  The eyes closed to slits and I felt a tiny twist of fear for Eric’s safety, but he just rolled his eyes and sighed.  “Do you REALLY want to chance tomorrow not fucking going according to plan, just because you two can’t keep your genitals apart for a few fucking hours?”  Negan’s mouth opened and I knew he was about to argue.  “Steven has the apartment set up for a ‘stag night’ or whatever it’s called, alcohol, snacks, NO stripping exes,” this was offered to appease me, I’m sure.  “In fact,” he called Trey over and picked him up.  “You’re keeping mini tyrant,” he handed our son to Negan and it was my turn to try to argue.  “Shut up, bitch, this will keep Coach Big Dick Spanks You Hard from getting too fucking drunk to function tomorrow.”  Trey was snuggling into his daddy’s arms, Negan’s forced clothes tucked under his tiny tushy.  “And don’t worry about Trey’s toys or clothes, we have some at our place.  Now scoot.”  He shut the door before I could kiss my guys goodbye, and I glared at him and reopened it.

Kissing Trey and then Negan, I whispered that if Eric kept it up I might not have a man of honor for the wedding because I was probably going to smother his ass.  That made Negan’s face clear of irritation and I smiled at the laughter that echoed behind him as he and Trey went to Eric and Steven’s for the night.  

Turning back to face my horrible, terrible no good best friend, I caught him smirking at me.  “What?  It had to be done,” he said with an air of confidence.  “Trust me, you two don’t need any more doses of cosmic horror.  Besides, we’re gonna have our own party.”  

Our ‘party’ consisted of Eric, Laura, Arat, and a few of the moms I’d made acquaintance with during my teaching.  We chatted, a few drinks were shared, but mostly everyone seemed fascinated by the story of Negan and Amara.  I didn’t get to tell it, of course, since Eric was intent on taking over Mary’s place as drama queen of our trio.

“We were seniors.  Negan was our coach, well, he taught PE since we didn’t do organized sports.”  I shook my head and got comfortable in the chair I’d taken for myself.  “Amara wasn’t SUPPOSED to need another semester of PE, but she’d gotten on Coach’s bad side.” All eyes locked on me in surprise.  What could meek, sweet, mild as milk Amara Kendall have done to get on Negan’s bad side?  “She told a cheerleader that she was glad the tart was flexible because her future job would no doubt involve a pole and a g-string.”  Titters of laughter came from the moms, but Arat and Laura looked at me with more respect, which was hilarious because they already gave me buckets of it.  “And she’s a grammar Nazi,” he stage whispered and I rolled my eyes again.  “Corrected his ass so much that he gave her ass an incomplete.”  He smirked and took a drink from his glass, needing more lubrication for his tale.  “First day of senior year, Amara fucking Kendall gets called into the principal’s office and finds out that her least favorite teacher in her least favorite class gets her ass back for another semester.”  He smiled.  “The next thing I know, she’s counting his balls and updating his gradebook.”  Even the updating part sounded dirty when his ass said it.  More titters, more looks from Laura and Arat.  “They had a hiccup, once during senior year, and then another came-”  He stopped and shot me a look of worry that I’d be upset at the reminder of how we’d gotten separated.  “All that matters is that we’re here now, and Coach finally gets to marry our princess.”  A wink to me and I grinned back.  

“You were together for how long before-” Annie, one of the moms left her question dangling.

“Around five years.”  I smiled, thinking about how comfortable I was with what brought us to this moment, and tomorrow.  “Tomorrow is a LONG time coming.”  

“Too fucking long,” Eric offered, taking my hand in his.  “I hope like fuck that Steven looks at me like Coach looks at you, Amara.  Because then I’d know for a fact that-”

“He does, you fucking flaming Dorito.”  Everyone giggled, even Laura and Arat.  “It was torture being around your happy asses for so long while I waited-”

“No more waiting, right?”  His hand squeezed mine and we both knew he was right.  Come hell or high water, tomorrow I’d FINALLY marry Negan.  Thank fucking God.

Our party didn’t last long, and I nearly had to order Eric to share our bed with me.  Rolling my eyes, I pulled down the sheet and blanket.  “We’ve shared a bed before, you freaking weirdo.”  I said, shaking my head and wearing one of Negan’s shirts and a pair of his boxers.  Hell, I’d even put on granny panties.  “What is your problem?”

“I don’t know,” he groaned, yanking down the linen on Negan’s side.  “Feels fucking weird to end up in this bed, lying in Coach’s spot.”  I grinned, realizing I had something to fuck with him about until we fell asleep.  Teach his ass to keep me and Negan apart.

“What’s wrong, Eric?”  I smirked, crawling into bed.  “Are you afraid you might go straight because Coach’s fucking alpha male pheromones are basically saturated in the fucking linen?  Or are you scared because you’re gonna smell his scent and have wet dreams, and he’ll smack you with Lucille for marking his territory?”  

I heard him groan into Negan’s pillow, and then muttered,  “Fuck he does smell fucking good, doesn’t he?”  

I was laughing and then I was asleep.  The edge off from the alcohol I’d had, and the silliness of my best friend made my dreams soft and vague.  And I knew that I’d wake up to the sunlight, and get ready for the moment it seemed I’d waited my entire life for:  marrying the man of my dreams.

Back to my first question, what does a wedding in the Sanctuary look like?  Well, pretty fucking normal by apocalypse standards.  Chairs were lining the room where I learned housed the furnace, but it wasn’t a focal point, since the ‘altar’ was on the opposite side of the room.  I walked down the metal stairs, where I knew that Negan often addressed his masses, and felt all eyes on me as I heard a concentrated echoing gasp.  

My eyes were on Negan, waiting with someone he’d picked to perform the ceremony and I could tell that he was fighting back emotion.  Trey stood quietly beside him, eyes wide at Mama dressed in my wedding day finery.  Laura had brought up a man who had worked as a hairdresser before the world went to shit, and he’d worked to tame my hair into a soft updo.  I was careful with my makeup, wanting to look pretty, but natural.  Eric had insisted that I wear the jewelry that Negan gave me all those years before during our first parting.  Instead of wearing the long strand of rhinestones down the front, however, he turned it and let it fall down the length of my bare back.  Covering the clasp that was now in the hollow of my throat by tightening the shorter necklace, he deemed me gorgeous.  

Arms linked, he helped me walk forward, toward the two men who made up my world, along with Eric and Steven, and as time passed adding Laura and even Arat, my family stood together as Negan FINALLY completed the trio of rings that he’d promised me when we first moved in together.  Kissing the breath from me, I smiled as our officiant pronounced us ‘husband and wife’.  When we turned to face the people who made up the Sanctuary, I was startled when they all knelt, thinking it was simply for him, I felt my throat tighten when they answered his question of “who are you” with “Negan AND Amara.”  Shit.

The mood was festive, for everyone, since Negan pulled out some stops and treats were had without points.  Sparingly giving out alcohol, since rations weren’t unlimited, and small delicacies that the kitchen worked to create everyone appeared to be happy for us.  

Negan told me, repeatedly, how gorgeous I looked.  How he was so fucking happy he hadn’t peeked in the fucking bag, and how much he couldn’t wait to start the honeymoon.  I raised an eyebrow at this.  One night was all I expected, but his smile was blinding as he reminded me that our honeymoon was forever.  

“Ready to get out of here, wife?”  He whispered in my ear and I nodded.  Trey was in his arms.  “Boo?”  His tiny face looked into Negan’s seriously.  “Give Mama a kiss, you’re going to have a sleepover with Uncle Eric and Uncle Steven tonight, ok?”  He nodded and offered me his puckered lips.  Rubbing his nose with mine, I smooched him loudly and caused a ringing giggle to come out of his lips as he shook his head.  “Mama’s silly, isn’t she, buddy?”  Eric was nearby and he watched as Negan kissed Trey’s cheek, making his own loud smacking sound and the giggles continued.  Hearing his cue, my best friend, man of honor, and forever brother came over and opened his arms for Trey to launch himself into.  

“Time for Mama and Dada to say night-night?”  He waggled his eyes, causing more giggles from the toddler and a smirk from Negan. “Held out longer than I had odds on, Coach.”  He winked, and then grinned at us.  “Go, we’ll make sure chaos isn’t unleashed on the festivities.”  Steven was in conversation with Simon and a few of the other outpost leaders.  “I’ll even keep my eye on Magnum PI over there.”

Negan scooped me into his arms, forcing all eyes on us again.  “If you’ll all excuse us-” he bellowed, and then we were up the stairs and heading for our rooms, before I could even start to blush at what I could imagine were shared knowing looks about our rush to our rooms.

I surprised him by NOT letting him undress me.  Telling him I had one more surprise, I locked the bathroom door behind me and got ready to knock my husband off his feet.  Luckily taking off the gown was easy, I even managed to not get any makeup on the delicate fabric.  Off came the required undergarments.  The shoes were gone too.  Then I took a moment to release my hair from its pins, and had to work carefully to put on my wedding night lingerie.

Lace and ribbon, that’s what made up the scrap that I wore.  Taking another moment to study myself in the mirror, spraying a spritz of perfume to refresh myself, I smiled at the glowing woman looking back at me.  

When I opened the bathroom door, my smile softened when I took note that Negan hadn’t been idle while I got ready for bed.  A few candles from our old house were flickering around the room, the curtains drawn so the room was in darkness, and there he was waiting for me with his back propped up on his pillow.  I bit my lip as I watched him drink me in.

“Was that-” his voice went away in a breath, and he tried again.  “I’m very fucking happy I didn’t peek in that bag, Amara.”  

I crawled onto the bed, holding out one of the satin bow’s ends, Negan took it and pulled.  Then I was under him, the scrap of lace being tugged off of me before we finally made love as husband and wife.  

[breadje]

Songs of a Beauty

Title: Songs of a Beauty Author: A Chinaweeb (my friend) Characters/Pairings: Tahameney, Andragoras III, Osroes V Rating: T Warnings: There will be blood (in later chapters) Summary: The tale of the path of ashes left behind by the mirror image of Ashi A/N: I came across a poem in the film House of the Flying Daggers (highly recommend watching because it's awesome) which naturally reminded me of dear Tahameney. So I wrote Tahameney's life while loosely using the poem as guideline. I know my writing is awful but have fun anyway

Prologue on AO3

The bells rung in the high city, bordering the Parsian empire. In the castle, far above the mist of the lower city, a child was born. Her mother had called the seers whom upon their arrival delivered a prophecy which worried the local lords. It told of beauty so unparalleled that it would influence all in the known world. Upon the birth and announcement of the child, priests and priestesses from far and wide were called in to bring offerings to any god that would hear them, that they might show mercy on the people surrounding this child.

But not just fear was heard amongst the many lords that served in the court of this small kingdom. They schemed, they plotted. The beauty – so they said with hushed voices, behind closed doors – could be used as a bargaining chip with the Parsians. She could be married to Osroes, the prince who would take the throne once his father passed. This would buy the lords of this kingdom safety from the expanding empire. When they walked about the castle corridors or passed the tents of their men, they would hear the whispers about the Parsians. “Immortals” they would hear. Yes, this kingdom feared the Parsians more than the wrath of the gods they abandoned to plead for forgiveness for whatever they had done to deserve such a destructive child.

 But fate has a way of toying with those subjected to her will.

 Years passed and the child grew. She strode through her chambers when she was two and recited ancient poetry by the age of five. She was not a joyous child, but she was not as cold as she would one day become. At the age of twelve she was more beautiful than anyone in court, by age fourteen she rivalled the goddess Ashi.

The generals began to grow concerned. Soon the time would come that the Parsians needed a wife for their crown prince. So far, they had remained out of the flames of the Parsian fury but it would not last long, this they all knew.

And so came an official request to have the most beautiful lady in all of the known world marry the Parsian soon-to-be king.

 ‘Open the gates! A messenger from Ectbatana approaches!’

‘Open gates!’ echoed the commander on the wall.

The messenger rode into the castle at a staggering speed.

He did not stop to tie his horse to a post outside the castle and ran inside, directly to the main hall.

‘My Lord! My Lady! Prince Osroes will personally ride here to assess whether Lady Tahameney is a worthy bride! He brings a small protective army as well as his brother; the prince Andragoras. They shall arrive within days!’

The king and queen exchanged worried looks. The reception of a Parsian army within the city walls could go wrong in a multitude of ways. However, if it meant they could avert the rage of the Parsian army it might be worth it. Fairly quickly they had concocted a plan to handle the arrival of two Parsian princes. They ordered their servants to find the most gorgeous dress and the most fragrant perfume for their daughter to wear during the banquet they would hold to receive Osroes and his brother.

Away from the throne room, a young girl – only sixteen – sat on a chair as servants buzzed around her. Two were doing her hair making sure it looked even more silken than it usually did. Two more servants were running in and out of the enormous room adjoined to this one, which held a vast collection of dresses. Jittery, they held up one after another in front of or next to the quiet princess. With impassive look on her face, she watched sceptically as the servants ran about. She wondered what type of guest would illicit such determination to make everything in the palace twice as splendorous as it had been before and even more ostentatiously glamorous. Because she was a girl, she had not received politics and diplomacy lessons. Instead she was taught the arts and other matters, all of which exclusively reserved for women. It made no sense in her mind. What sane person would challenge their military? She had seen them from the tower whilst standing next to her father when he gave encouraging speeches, emphasising the nigh insurmountable strength of their troops. Or when her brother had praised them for defeating yet another fierce enemy. The girl rolled her neck which was getting stiff while the hairdressers did their utmost to make her hair look even better than it normally did. She wondered what kind of man Osroes was for a moment before her mind returned to indifference.

‘My Lady?’

‘I’m ready. Take me to the throne room.’

 ‘Her Royal Highness, the Princess Tahameney!’

As she was announced, the massive doors to the throne room swung open and revealed the stunning girl behind them. The entire hall fell silent as she strode across the middle of the hall before sitting down next to her mother, by her father’s left hand side. As she sat, Osroes stood.

‘The stories of your beauty seem to have been more than rumour.’ He spoke. ‘Indeed your beauty rivals that of Ashi herself.’

The princess acknowledged the praise with a cold nod towards the powerful prince. As she glanced at him and his brother once more, she spotted a glint of something unidentifiable behind the eyes of Andragoras. She quickly dismissed the thoughts and ate quietly. While her parents and the princes discussed the possibility of marriage, she took the time to evaluate the princes. Osroes was a reasonably handsome man – especially when compared to his younger brother. He carried him with a grace becoming of a future-king. He was well-spoken and eloquent man and actually took the effort of thinking before speaking. The same could not be said for Andragoras who was corrected on more than one occasion by his older brother, and reprimanded at least as many times for not following etiquette. Just for a moment Tahameney was glad that she was to marry Osroes and not his obnoxious brother. Even if her parents only did it to solidify their own position in this world, the young princess was glad that it was Osroes who would serve that goal.

The prince in question stood up as he spoke to her father. ‘My lord, will we have the honour of witnessing your daughter’s dancing and musical talents tonight?’

With a flick of the king’s hand, instruments and musicians appeared from the small doorways on either side of the great hall. When they had prepared they perfectly-polished instruments which were all tuned to perfection, Tahameney rose. She gracefully strode to the middle of the hall where room was made to facilitate dance. With a cold nod, she ordered the musicians to play a piece. As she started moving, the guests grew more quiet as, one by one, they were captured by the grace of this young girl's movments. The young lady floated across the floor as though carried by the wings of angels. When the movement and her dancing stopped, a total silence fell over the hall. All the lords were baffled by the talent that this girl possessed. She made a light bow as she walked over to one of the instruments. She would recite a Parsian poem which would be suitable to the occasion – which meant one about their hero-king, Parsians sure loved their wars. She decided she would play no more than one poem, for her voice had very much the same effect on the great hall as her dancing had. After a long silence, the Parsian heir started clapping loudly – not knowing what else to do. He had no words at the ready. Hesitantly at first, the rest of the lords and ladies in the hall joined

When the young princess returned to her chair, she received a satisfied look from her parents. Once more Osroes stood up.

‘Truly your beauty and talent are without parallel. You might one day surpass the Goddess Ashi herself!’

The smallest of smiles played on Tahameney’s lips. She had this man wrapped around her finger. The safety of her parents’ kingdom would be assured.