#Perfect Romantic Villa in Italy

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Perfect Romantic Villa in Italy

Introduction

Italy, a country synonymous with romance, art, and history, offers countless enchanting destinations perfect for a romantic getaway. Among its rolling hills, scenic coastlines, and charming villages, Italy boasts some of the world’s most romantic villas. Whether nestled in the heart of Tuscany, perched along the breathtaking Amalfi Coast, or hidden in the serene countryside of Umbria, these villas provide an idyllic setting for couples seeking an intimate and unforgettable escape. This guide will take you through some of the perfect romantic villa in Italy, highlighting their unique features, locations, and the magical experiences they offer.

Why Choose a Perfect Romantic Villa in Italy?

Intimate Privacy

One of the primary reasons to choose a perfect romantic villa in Italy is the unparalleled privacy it offers. Unlike hotels or resorts, villas provide a secluded space where you and your partner can enjoy each other’s company without interruptions. Private pools, secluded gardens, and personal terraces create an intimate atmosphere perfect for a romantic retreat.

Authentic Italian Charm

Staying in a villa allows you to experience authentic Italian living. These villas often feature traditional architecture, rustic furnishings, and breathtaking views, immersing you in the local culture. From restored farmhouses to historic estates, each villa has its unique charm and story, adding to the romance of your stay.

Personalized Experience

Romantic villas offer a level of personalization that can make your stay truly special. Many villas provide bespoke services such as private chefs, in-villa spa treatments, and personalized tours. Whether you want a candlelit dinner under the stars, a wine tasting tour, or a private cooking class, these tailored experiences ensure a memorable and romantic escape.

Top Romantic Villas in Italy

Tuscany: Villa La Vedetta

Tuscany, with its rolling hills, vineyards, and medieval towns, is a dream destination for couples. Villa La Vedetta, located near Florence, is a stunning example of a romantic villa. This 19th-century villa offers luxurious accommodations with elegant rooms, a beautiful garden, and an infinity pool overlooking the city. The villa’s rooftop terrace provides a perfect spot for watching the sunset over Florence while sipping a glass of Chianti.

Amalfi Coast: Villa Cimbrone

Perched on a cliff overlooking the Mediterranean Sea, Villa Cimbrone in Ravello is one of the most romantic villas on the Amalfi Coast. This historic villa, surrounded by lush gardens and offering panoramic sea views, is a haven of tranquility and beauty. The villa’s Terrace of Infinity, with its breathtaking vistas, is a perfect spot for a romantic moment. The elegant rooms, exquisite dining, and serene atmosphere make Villa Cimbrone an ideal choice for couples.

Umbria: Castello di Reschio

For a truly unique romantic escape, consider staying at Castello di Reschio in Umbria. This restored 10th-century castle, set within a sprawling estate, offers luxurious and secluded accommodations. Each suite is uniquely designed, blending historical charm with modern comforts. The castle’s private spa, equestrian center, and gourmet restaurant provide ample opportunities for relaxation and indulgence. The surrounding countryside, with its olive groves and vineyards, offers a picturesque backdrop for romantic walks and picnics.

Lake Como: Villa Balbianello

Lake Como, with its serene waters and majestic mountains, is a favorite destination for romance. Villa Balbianello, situated on a promontory overlooking the lake, is an exquisite example of Italian elegance and beauty. This historic villa, surrounded by terraced gardens and offering stunning lake views, has been the setting for many films and weddings. The villa’s opulent interiors, romantic loggia, and picturesque grounds provide an unforgettable setting for a romantic getaway.

Features and Amenities of Romantic Villas

Luxurious Accommodations

Romantic villas in Italy are known for their luxurious accommodations. Expect beautifully appointed bedrooms with high-quality linens, spacious living areas, and elegant bathrooms. Many villas also feature unique architectural details, such as vaulted ceilings, stone fireplaces, and antique furnishings, adding to their charm and character.

Private Pools and Gardens

A private pool is often a highlight of a romantic villa stay. Imagine lounging by the pool with your partner, surrounded by beautiful gardens and breathtaking views. Many villas also offer private gardens where you can enjoy a leisurely breakfast, a glass of wine, or a romantic dinner al fresco.

Gourmet Dining

Dining is a significant part of the Italian experience, and many romantic villas offer exceptional culinary experiences. Some villas come with fully-equipped kitchens where you can prepare your meals, while others offer the services of a private chef. Enjoying a candlelit dinner on your terrace, with local wines and fresh, seasonal ingredients, is a perfect way to celebrate your love.

Personalized Services

To enhance your romantic getaway, many villas offer personalized services tailored to your preferences. From in-villa spa treatments and yoga classes to private tours and wine tastings, these services ensure that your stay is as relaxing and enjoyable as possible. Some villas also provide concierge services to help you plan activities, make reservations, and cater to any special requests.

Tips for Booking a Romantic Villa in Italy

Book in Advance

Italy is a popular destination for romantic getaways, and the best villas can book up quickly, especially during peak seasons. To ensure you get the villa of your dreams, it’s advisable to book well in advance. Early booking also often provides better rates and more availability.

Consider the Location

Italy offers a diverse range of romantic destinations, each with its unique charm. Whether you prefer the rolling hills of Tuscany, the dramatic coastline of the Amalfi Coast, the serene lakes of Lombardy, or the historic towns of Umbria, consider what type of setting best suits your romantic escape. Each region offers different experiences, from wine tasting and cooking classes to sailing and sightseeing.

Check the Amenities

When choosing a perfect romantic villa in Italy, ensure it has the amenities that will make your stay special. Look for features such as private pools, beautiful gardens, panoramic views, and personalized services. Read descriptions carefully and check photos to make sure the villa meets your expectations.

Read Reviews

Reading reviews from previous guests can provide valuable insights into the villa’s quality and the experiences of other couples. Look for reviews that mention the villa’s atmosphere, amenities, and service to get a sense of what to expect.

Plan Romantic Activities

To make your stay even more special, plan some romantic activities in advance. Consider arranging a private dinner, a couples’ massage, a hot air balloon ride, or a sunset cruise. Many villas offer concierge services that can help you arrange these experiences.

Making the Most of Your Romantic Villa Stay

Savor the Moment

A romantic villa stay in Italy is a chance to disconnect from the outside world and focus on each other. Take time to savor each moment, whether you’re enjoying a leisurely breakfast on the terrace, taking a dip in the pool, or simply relaxing in each other’s company.

Explore the Surroundings

While the villa itself provides a beautiful retreat, exploring the local area can add to your romantic experience. Visit nearby towns and villages, enjoy local cuisine, and immerse yourself in the rich culture and history of the region. Many villas are conveniently located near attractions such as vineyards, historic sites, and scenic viewpoints.

Indulge in Local Cuisine

Italian cuisine is renowned for its flavor and variety, and your romantic villa stay is an excellent opportunity to indulge. Whether you hire a private chef, take a cooking class, or dine at local restaurants, make sure to savor the delicious food and wine of the region.

Capture the Memories

Your romantic getaway in Italy is an experience you’ll want to remember forever. Take plenty of photos to capture the beautiful moments and stunning scenery. Consider hiring a professional photographer for a photoshoot to commemorate your trip.

Relax and Reconnect

Above all, use your time at the villa to relax and reconnect with your partner. Enjoy the peace and tranquility of your surroundings, pamper yourselves with luxurious amenities, and take the time to appreciate each other’s company.

Conclusion

A perfect romantic villa in Italy offers the perfect setting for an unforgettable getaway with your loved one. From the rolling hills of Tuscany to the stunning Amalfi Coast, Italy’s romantic villas provide luxurious accommodations, breathtaking views, and personalized experiences that make for a truly special trip. By choosing the right villa, planning your stay carefully, and making the most of the local culture and cuisine, you can create memories that will last a lifetime. Whether you’re celebrating an anniversary, honeymoon, or simply taking time to reconnect, a romantic villa in Italy is the ultimate escape for couples in love.

[justmystyles]

With this Ring

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 1.1k

summary: Harry takes his commitment to you to a new level.

a/n: watching everyone go nuts over that tattoo reminded me of a Harry head canon that i've been sitting on, and i felt like this would be a great time to put it out there. this story takes place in the NYIML timeline, but that story is so far from a wedding, so they'll get their proper wedding eventually. just act surprised when this happens again at some point, eventually.

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You study Harry’s expression as he examines the selection of rings in front of him. He doesn’t seem particularly taken by any of them, and you’re pretty sure you know why. 

In just a few weeks, you and Harry are finally getting married. A quiet celebration with your closest family and friends at your villa in Italy. Today, you were selecting your wedding bands. Yours was an easy choice, you selected a simple, understated white gold band that complimented your engagement ring perfectly. Harry however, was having a more difficult time making a decision.

Harry already had an extensive collection of rings. A large gold ‘H’ usually occupies his left ring finger, but he was looking at simple gold bands to replace it, for you. You knew he would never complain, or say anything to you about it, but you were sure that a part of him wasn't thrilled about the change. 

“Harry?” You get his attention when the jeweler steps out back to grab some more options. Your fiance looks up at you and hums in response. “You don’t have to get a wedding ring, you know.” 

Harry furrows his brow. “What do you mean? We’re getting married, of course I do.” He reaches out, placing his hand over yours. 

“You already have a ring for that finger. Besides, you don’t need to wear a piece of jewelry to prove that you're mine. It’s an antiquated tradition.” You shrug.

“Ha!” Harry’s hands quickly covered his mouth at the bark of laughter that escaped him. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Baby, I’ve never seen someone plan a more traditional wedding, and now you’re telling me that one of the main components is antiquated?” 

“I just want you to be happy, and I feel like one of these boring basic bands wouldn’t do that.” 

“Princess,” he takes your face in his hands, looking deep into your eyes. “You make me happy, and I can’t wait to be your husband and show the whole world I belong to you. If I could tattoo ‘property of Y/N’ across my forehead without looking completely insane, I would do it in a heartbeat.” He pulled your face to his, as the two of you kissed, it was as if a lightbulb went off in his head. He knew the perfect solution. 

***

“I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride.” The officiant announced as Harry pulled you into him, dropping his lips down to meet yours in a passionate kiss as your friends and family cheered. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, for the first time ever, Mister and Misses Harry Styles!” The two of you turned, facing the crowd, Harry raising your joined hands in the air victoriously as you made your way down the aisle with the italian sunset setting the most romantic backdrop you could have possibly dreamed of. 

The two of you stepped back into your villa, Harry tugging your arm and pressing you against the wall. “My wife,” he sighed happily before crashing his lips against yours. He pulled back, resting his hand on the side of your neck, brushing your cheek with his thumb. “My beautiful wife. I love you so much.” 

“I love you too, husband.” You giggle, pulling his left hand to your mouth and kissing the simple gold band that now adorned his left ring finger. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You asked. He gave you a mischievous smirk, and you furrowed your brow. “What?” 

“I may have had an idea after our talk at the jewelry store.” He chuckled at your curious expression. “Come with me, Mrs. Styles.” 

He took you by the hand and led you to the bridal suite area. When you stepped inside, there was a table, wrapped in plastic with a chair on either side, and a large man setting up supplies. 

“Harry?” You asked curiously. 

He smiled at you, kissing the wrinkle that formed between your eyebrows. “I thought about what you said, about how I already had rings, and you didn’t want me to have to give them up. I figured out a way that I could have both. I’m going to have your name tattooed around my ring finger.” He announced proudly. “That way, I have my wedding ring on all the time, even if I’m wearing my H.” 

Your eyes start to water as you take in his words. He studies your face, worry creeping into his expression. “Are you… is that okay?”

You throw yourself into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Baby, that’s amazing. Are you sure? A tattoo is a forever thing.” 

Harry chuckles, pulling you back so he can look you in the eyes. “So are we, princess. Remember like five minutes ago when we got married?” He wiped a stray tear off your cheek. 

“Yeah of course,” you say with a light laugh.

“C’mon,” he tugs on your hand and brings you over to the table. “I want my wife with me while I do this.” 

He takes a seat at the table, pulling you onto his lap as he lays his left hand onto the table. The tattoo artist confirms that Harry is ready before dipping the tattoo pen in the ink and begins to write your name in small letters across Harry’s finger as your wedding photographer takes pictures, her assistant shooting a video of the moment. Your eyes travel from Harry’s face to the work being done on his finger. His eyes meet yours and he puckers his lips, you lean in to kiss him softly. 

“Are you… does it hurt? It seems like that would be a painful spot.” 

“Nothing hurts with you by my side.” He smiled, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder. 

“Ugh,” you groaned. “So corny. But I guess I can let it slide today. I mean, you are getting my name permanently etched on your body.” 

“My wife is so merciful,” he said, his thumb absentmindedly running across your hip. 

After a few more minutes, the tattoo was finished and Harry held his left hand up to admire the work. You grasped his wrist and moved it in front of your face. “Hmm… that’s not how you spell my name.”

“What?!” Harry pulled his hand out of your grip and held it up close to his eyes. “Wait, yes it is.” 

“I know, I was just messing with you.” You laughed. “It’s perfect Harry, I love it.” 

“And I love you, my wife.” 

“I love you too, husband.” 

[canirove]

Friends, lovers… and an orange | Epilogue

Author's note: And we've made it to the end! 😞 I must confess I was very insecure about this story when I started posting it and I still kind of am, I know it isn't one of my bests 😅 So the fact that you guys have read it and supported it, means a lot more than usual. I hope you like this last chapter (it finally explains what the orange on the title means 😅), and again, thank you very much for reading 💜

Previous chapter

Masterlist

A few years later…

“Mase, we are gonna be late for dinner.”

“We won't. C'mon.”

“Can we at least walk a bit slower? You know heels aren't my thing, and on grass…”

“Then grab my arm. But c'mon, Addie. I don't want us to miss the sunset.”

“It's just the sunset, Mase” she chuckled as they continued walking through the gardens of their Italian villa. Because after all the summers they had spent there, and all the things they had lived and that had made it feel like it was their second home, Mason and Adele had decided to buy it. 

“Today is your birthday, Addie. Everything about it is special.”

“I see… Is that the reason why you've made us all dress so fancy tonight?”

“Exactly. Only the best for the woman I love” Mason smiled, his dimple showing. 

The previous year they had celebrated Adele's birthday at the beach with a big barbecue, their friends and families wearing just their swimsuits. But this year, for whatever the reason, Mason had been super picky and planned everything for everyone to the point that he had made a schedule with all the things they were going to do throughout the day. He had even booked a day just for Adele, their mums, Jourdan and Rianne, where they had gone to a spa and then to shop their outfits for the big day. 

“Ok, so, umm…” Mason said when they made it to the spot he had chosen for them to watch the sunset. “Remember when I came to Italy to shoot my perfume campaign?”

“How to forget the perfume that started it all” she chuckled.

“Yeah” he smiled. “Well, half of the team was Spanish, and during lunch time we were talking about relationships and things like that, and one guy explained that in Spain to say that you've found your other half, you say you've found your media naranja.”

“Your what?” she laughed.

“My Spanish sucks, ok? Don't make fun of me” he replied, sticking out his tongue. “The literal translation would be to find your half an orange.”

“That's… weird.”

“It actually isn't. You are half an orange, and someone else is the other half of that orange. When you meet and get together, you make an orange, you complete the other. And that reminded me of us.”

“Are you calling me half an orange?” 

“Addie…” he sighed. “I'm trying to be romantic and you are making fun of me.”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please continue.”

“Oranges have always been important to us. Our first kiss was under this very same orange tree. A perfume that smelled like oranges got us into a mess that led us to getting closer and to you falling in love with me. And it was here again, under this tree, where I confessed my feelings for you, which also led us to finally being together.”

“Yeah, finally” she smiled.

“So yes, Addie” Mason said, taking her hands on his. “You are half an orange. My half an orange. And together we make the most perfect one, an orange that was always destined to be made of those two halfs, of you and I. Of us together. Like you once said years ago, we are soulmates.”

“We are” she smiled.

“And because you are my soulmate, my media naranja” he said with his bad Spanish, making her laugh while letting go of her hands and getting on one knee. “Adele Antonia Turlington, would you marry me?”

“Mase” she gasped when she saw the little box on his hand, the most beautiful ring inside it. “Mase I… I… Yes.”

“Yes?” he asked, his smile growing bigger by the second, his dimples showing in all their glory. 

“Yes” she repeated, tears already rolling down her cheeks. “Yes and a million times yes. I love you, Mason” she said after he stood up and put the ring on her finger. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I think you are gonna have to say it again, I didn't hear you” he smirked, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I love you, Mason. My soulmate, my half an orange, my everything.”

“I love you too, Addie” he smiled before kissing her, cheers and clapping being heard somewhere.

“What… what was that?” Adele asked.

“That has to be our family and friends.”

“What?”

“They were watching” Mason said.

“What?” she repeated, this time louder.

“I wanted to remember this moment, so I asked them to hide and film it and take photos.”

“Aww, Mase.”

“Cute, uh?” he smirked. “But there is more.”

“More?”

“More” he smiled before taking the hand where her new ring was shining and starting to walk towards where the voices had come from.

“Mase, what… What is all this?” Adele asked him. 

“Our wedding.”

“Our what?”

“I know we just literally got engaged, but I don't want to wait, Addie. I want to marry you and make it official in front of everyone we love that I want to spend the rest of my life with you as your husband.”

“You… what… I…” she mumbled, looking from Mason to where their parents, their brothers, and some of their closest friends, like Jourdan and Rianne, were waiting for them. 

But they weren't the only thing that was making Adele's eyes be about to pop from their sockets. They were standing next to an arch made with white flowers and orange details, the sea and the town nearby being perfectly framed behind it. It was simple, but stunning. 

“Is this the reason why you've been acting so weird this whole trip and being so annoying with your schedule? Because you were planning it all?” she asked. 

“Yeah… Sorry about that” Mason said. “But I was so nervous, Addie. I wanted it all to be perfect. And I know you probably had in mind something bigger, something with more flowers and live music and…”

“I love it, Mase” Adele cut him. 

“Really?”

“Yes” she nodded, trying to not start crying again. 

“Then do you want to do it? Do you want to marry me?”

“I already said yes, didn't I?” she chuckled, showing him her ring. 

“You did, yes” he smiled. “Shall we, then?”

“Yes” Adele smiled back.

“Ok. Then wait here, I'm gonna tell everyone” Mason said before running towards their family and friends, leaving Adele alone with her thoughts. 

She was going to marry him. Him, Mason, her Mase. And she was about to do it in her favourite place in the whole wide world, the Italian villa where they had made so many memories together, the one that meant so much to them and that now was their home too. 

“I believe this is for you” Luca said, meeting Adele and giving her a big bouquet of flowers that matched the ones on the arch.

“Thank you” she smiled. “But shouldn't be dad the one walking me to the altar?”

“Love you too, sis” he replied, rolling his eyes.

“I didn't mean it like that, Luca. You know I love you and that you are my favourite little brother.”

“I am the only little brother you have, Addie.”

“Alex has always been like a little brother to me too.”

“Yeah, try to fix it now” he said, trying to look mad.

“I love you, Luca” Adele said, caressing his cheek. 

“I know you do, Addie. I know” he smiled. “Anyway, should we do this? I think Mason is starting to fear you may run away.”

“I'm not running away, you idiot” she said, hitting her brother.

“Ouch!” he complained. “You do love him, don't you, sis?”

“With my whole heart” she said, looking at where Mason was standing, Toni trying to tame his hair. “But you still haven't told me why dad isn't walking me.”

“Oh, that. He's marrying you.”

“What?”

“Yeah” Luca said. “He got some kind of certificate and is legally allowed to do it. So, ready to become Adele Mount?” 

“I'm not changing my last name, Luca.”

“Good” he smiled. “Then let's do this.” 

“Yes” Adele said, taking the arm her brother was offering her, her heart beating so fast in her chest she felt it was going to break her ribs. And as she got closer to where Mason was, she felt it could actually happen.

“You look gorgeous, Addie” he said.

“I look the same I did five minutes ago” she chuckled. 

“Are you ready, guys?” Adele's dad said, making them stop looking at each other like two idiots. 

“Ready” they both said. 

The ceremony didn't last long. Her dad gave a little speech, Jourdan sang one of their favourite songs (she had always been an amazing singer), and they exchanged their vows and the rings.

“And now I pronounce you husband and wife” Adele's dad said. “You may kiss the bride.” 

“Finally” Mason said, wrapping his hands around her waist and making her lean back like they do in movies, all while she laughed and held onto him. “How was that for our first kiss as husband and wife?” he asked against her lips.

“Perfect” she smiled.

“Just so you know, it is going to be the first kiss of many. Because I'm gonna be kissing you for the rest of our very very long lives together… wife” he smirked, his left cheek dimple showing.

“Looking forward to it… husband” she giggled.

“I love you, Addie” he said, brushing his nose against hers.

“I love you too, Mase” she replied before kissing him again. 

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

OMG, the coolest, awesome, magnificent, probably haunted, home converted from a 1522 convent in Pitigliano, Italy, in Tuscany, has the witchiest fireplace just in time for Halloween. 10bds, 8ba, $5,177,453.

How many skeletons are down in this rusty old well?

The entrance hall. Look at the ancient walls, now whitewashed.

Is this not the consummate witches fireplace? The living room is gorgeous with its tile floor and curved wall.

Amazing. The kitchen looks like ancient catacombs. Look at the old vats that they must've stomped on grapes in and the old wine barrels on display. How cool is that? The nuns must've had purple feet for sure.

A cozy sitting area with fireplace outside the kitchen. This home is gorgeous - the ancient walls!

This looks like a pantry.

Lovely reading room. Look at the niche in the wall. You can't see much of the ceiling, but it looks brick and vaulted.

Great bath with the antique tub resting on stones.

Elegant bedroom. Look at the flower pattern in the floor tile and the way they made the closet in the corner.

This large bedroom has a heat hearth.

This bath looks like an elegant French style.

Beautiful smaller bedroom. Notice the ancient doors.

Cheery yellow-striped bedroom.

This long hallway has a brick heat stove.

Like a fairy tale.

The lush green grounds are stunning.

I wonder what behind the gate. Maybe a chapel or wine cellar?

This place is so dreamy.

Ancient walls. This area looks like the perfect spot for a garden.

But, that's not all. Look at this beautiful pool.

Stunning property on a 26 acre lot.

[readyforthegarden]

Breakable Heaven - Epilogue

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Synopsis: Being the maid of honor in your best friends wedding is already stressful enough without the best man being the ex-boyfriend who tore your heart to shreds. Stumbling across a dating app with dates for hire, you take a chance, inviting a perfect stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend for the weeklong celebrations. But how long can the charade last when the champagne starts pouring and feelings start growing?

Warnings: allusions to sex, mild descriptions of sex, pregnancy 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

AN: Happy Valentines Day my beloveds!!! What better way to celebrate Wagner Wednesday and Valentines Day together than the final installment of Breakable Heaven?? One more time, I just wanted to say thank you everyone who has read and supported this fic, it has been so fun to write and just an amazing treat to get through the winter blues! I hope you all enjoyed it, and that you enjoy this sneak peek into Danny and Honey's future!

WC: 2380

The crowd had been electric all night, and Danny played his heart out for them, taking extra care during his drum solo to leave them satisfied. As he stood on the platform with his three brothers, arms around one another and taking their final bow, he had a moment where he couldn’t believe that this was his life. Playing sold out arenas and stadiums, making music he loved and seeing the world. It was a dream come true.

Taking one last bow, Danny followed Sam off stage, his adrenaline still pumping. They spoke excitedly about the fans and the little mistakes and improvements they could make for the next show, and Danny nearly missed the excited squeal coming from the hallway as they turned towards the greenroom.

“That was amazing!” you ran towards him leaping into his sore, tired arms. Another dream come true for Danny, who had envisioned a moment just like this so long ago. “Oh my gosh you sounded better than ever before baby!”

“Thanks Honey,” Danny’s lips captured yours in a kiss as he adjusted you in his arms, refusing to put you down as he walked. “It’s good to be back in action. I missed this.”

“Oh yeah, you were really missing the tour life while on your second honeymoon.” Sam rolled his eyes sarcastically. Danny finally let you down and you fell into step next to him, hand entwined with his. 

“I did!” Danny protested. “I mean, not a whole lot, but I did.”

“I think you were busy with other things, darling.” you murmured, pressing a kiss to the tattoo on his bicep. Danny smirked down at you, a flash in his eyes that you were all too familiar with. You could tell he was thinking of the secluded beach villa in Italy, both of your favorite parts of the romantic vacation.. The ocean right outside your bedroom, terrace doors wide open and making love to the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore, the salty breeze chilling your sweaty bodies. 

Your first honeymoon had been a quick one. Danny’s touring schedule didn’t allot for much time after the wedding, so the two of you had rented a secluded cabin in the Smoky Mountains for nearly a whole week before he had to leave for tour. It was perfect in your eyes, but Danny had decided he wanted to take you somewhere special for a “real honeymoon” one day.

Your second honeymoon that was three years in the making had been a recreation of the bubble you’d been in at Olivia and Mike’s wedding nearly five years ago. Both of you enjoyed your time during the day, walking through historic towns and villages on the coast, letting the sun soak into your skin and give you both a golden tan. But as soon as your late dinners were over, it was to the bedroom, and suddenly you both couldn’t get enough of each other again. 

“Hey, keep those looks to yourself mister,” you smirked up at him. “At least until we get to the hotel.” Danny leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips before dragging them to your ear. The shiver his words sent down your spine had you itching to throw him in the dressing room and lock Sam out, all to get a taste of what the night would offer.

As you neared the rooms, you could already see Jake wandering the halls half undressed. His suit jacket had been long gone and his trousers unbuttoned, but he looked like he was on a mission to dire to care.

“There you are!” he looked relieved as he saw you. “That stupid mascara Josh talked me into is burning my eyes, and I can’t find the makeup wipes anywhere.”

“Oh god,” you sighed, reaching into your bag and pulling out a small travel packet of makeup removing wipes. You’d taken to carrying them with you since Danny loved dabbling in eyeliner, sometimes not realizing he’d smudged some onto his temples while trying to apply it. “Okay, we should probably put some drops in too.” Turning to Danny, you laid a quick kiss upon his cheek before walking over to Jake, a wipe already out and over your finger, wiping at the man’s under eyes as you both walked towards his dressing room.

Danny watched you with a smile, taking in the image of you scolding Jake as you entered his room, because he touched his eye. “Have you washed your hands since you were on stage?! I can smell the metal from your strings on them from here, and you’re touching your eyes! No wonder they’re burning!” He couldn’t lie and say there wasn’t a small amount of time he was afraid you and his best friends in the world wouldn’t get along. Josh and Sam had welcomed you in with open arms, especially Sam once he got to meet you in the flesh, the two of you hitting it off instantly. But Jake took a bit to thaw. In fact, for the first few months Danny and yourself dated officially, you had thought Jake hated you. He didn’t talk much around you, gave you polite, yet flat answers to questions and conversations. The resolution happened when you had been tipsy at a party, and he had been treating you with the same flatline tone, and you finally snapped and called him out before storming away and trying not to cry in the bathroom.

Danny wanted to go after you but Jake went instead, and you ended up having an hour long talk with him, sitting in the empty bathtub where you had hidden yourself, toe-to-toe. Jake was very much an older brother to Danny, as he’d known him forever, but he also knew Danny had a big, loving heart and that people only wanted to take advantage of it. Jake never meant for you to feel like he disliked you, in fact, he was growing to like you very much, especially with how happy Danny was. But he did admit he felt a need to help guard his younger brother's heart. With that cleared, and your admittance and vow that you were desperately in love with Danny Wagner the person, not the drummer or any other version of him, you and Jake became thick as thieves, and Danny could finally relax. 

“How come she can yell at him like that, but we can’t?” Sam nudged Danny as they walked into their own dressing room, beginning to pry off the rhinestones on their faces and wipe off their own makeup.

“I think he knows she can take him in a fight.” Danny laughed. “Remember when she beat everyone at arm wrestling that one night?” Sam laughed, nodding. 

“She nearly flipped Jake over the table,” he agreed. “Yeah, that’s probably why.”

It wasn’t long before everyone was filing out of the sprinter van and into the hotel lobby for the night, the tour manager handing everyone key cards and letting them know to be downstairs at 8am sharp or they’d leave without them.

Getting to your room, Danny unlocked the door and ushered you in before following, shutting and locking it behind him. You dropped your bags in the small hallway and turned, just as Danny crouched slightly and scooped you up, making you squeal softly as he blindly found the bed and dumping you down upon it before following, dragging the tip of his nose against your cheek and gazing down at you.

“I’m surprised you’re not exhausted,” you murmured. “If I played the drums like you did tonight, I’d have already been asleep in the car.”

“Mm, call it post-show adrenaline,” Danny pressed kisses down your neck. “I think I could go for a couple rounds.”

“A couple?” you quirked your eyebrow at him as he raised his head, a charming, playful smirk tugging his lips up at the corner. 

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Think you can keep up, Mrs. Wagner?”

“Oh I’ll do more than keep up, Mr. Wagner.”

It had been a month since you had visited Danny on tour. The schedule had worked out nicely, stay with him for a few shows before the holidays, come back home and spend Christmas and his birthday and New Years with his family, then come home for a week then he went out to do some pre-tour press with the guys before the grind started back up. 

Currently, you were feeling entirely unwell, laying on the couch while some show played on the TV. You had never felt this queasy in your life, and it felt like everything was either making you nauseous or giving you a terrible headache. On the occasion you could eat and keep it down, you ended up with a bad case of heartburn.

“You know,” Olivia came around the corner, a small tray in her hands. “If this chicken soup doesn’t make you feel better, I don’t know what will.” she set it down on the coffee table in front of you, looking you over. “Are you sure you don’t have the flu?”

“I don’t know. I don’t have a fever, there’s no congestion. I’ve just felt really sick for the past few days.” you groaned. “I should go to the doctor but I just don’t want to bother if it’s just a stomach bug.”

“Yeah, but those usually are only twenty-four hours,” Olivia pursed her lips. “You don’t think…”

“What don’t I think?” you asked as you sat yourself up, waiting for room to stop tilting slightly before looking up at your best friend.

“Well,” Olivia started gently. “You don’t think you might be, you know, pregnant, do you?” your stomach dropped to the floor as you stared at the coffee table. Your last period, when was it? Going on tour with Danny, you didn’t have to pack anything for it…no it had been the week before. And you’d been so distracted with helping Danny get everything ready for the next leg of the tour you hadn’t noticed you were late. Turning to look up at Olivia, you looked panicked.

“Oh my god,” you whispered. “I think I am.” Olivia and you stared at one another, wide eyed, waiting for the other to make a movie.

“Do you have any tests?” Olivia whispered, afraid she was going to speak something into existence just by asking. Shaking your head, you went to stand up. “No! You stay here!” she dashed to the kitchen and you could hear her pouring water from your pitcher. She came back in with your large water bottle, handing it to you. “Drink that, I’ll be right back.”

You sipped from the straw on the water bottle, fighting down the wave of illness you felt after three or four of them. You weren’t sure if that wave was potential morning sickness or from anxiety. Of course you and Danny had talked about a family in the future. You hadn’t really thought about kids before, but with Danny, you had found yourself daydreaming of that life with him. Especially when one of his cousins brought their two-year old to the holiday party at his parents house, and they were glued to Danny’s side the whole time. You just didn’t know if you were both ready at this moment in time to start that future.

Olivia burst back into your house soon after you started going through every scenario of how this could play out in your head. She must’ve broken a dozen traffic laws to make the time she did, but she brought in three bags from the pharmacy, one with multiple types of tests, one with various candies she knew you loved, and another with prenatal vitamins and pedialyte. The two of you locked yourselves in the bathroom as you took the tests and placed them on the counter, setting timers on your phones for each one.

“Stupid question, but how are you feeling?” Olivia asked quietly, watching as you paced.

“Honestly, I don’t know how I’m feeling.” you answered. “All I know is I’m feeling every emotion humanly possible. I’m scared, I’m nervous, I’m excited but I’m anxious. If they’re positive I don’t know how I’m going to react. How Danny’s going to react when I tell him. He can’t just leave a multi-million dollar tour to come play house. Most of all I’m just happy you’re here.” Olivia took one of your hands in both of hers, holding it tightly.

“No matter what, I’m always going to be here.” she smiled. “Whether I’m going to be an auntie or not.” the two of you let the space fill with silence, almost being startled by the alarms as they began to go off. “Do you want me to look?”

“No, I can do it.” you murmured. Your stomach was in knots as you stepped over to the counter. A line of tests glaring up at you, the rest of your life possibly about to change.

“I can’t believe you waited this long,” Sam whispered as you walked with him down the hallway of the hotel, on your way to Danny’s room. “He’s gonna flip.”

“Okay you cannot say it like that, you jerk. I wanted to wait for a doctor to confirm it before I told anyone.” you elbowed the slender young man next to you. “I’m terrified, and I need a little support here.” Sam stopped, placing his arms on your biceps and leaning down to stare into your eyes.

“Danny is going to be thrilled, I promise you.” Sam looked deadly serious before a smile tugged at his round cheeks. “You don’t have anything to worry about.” he pulled you into a hug, murmuring something about not being able to wait to be Uncle Sammy. You parted, and he continued to lead you to Danny’s door, tucking you behind him before knocking. It wasn’t long before you heard his footsteps and the locks unlocking.

“Hey Sam, what’s up-Honey!” Danny nearly pushed Sam out of the way once you peeked around Sam’s shoulder with a soft smile. “Baby what are you doing here?! I didn’t know you were coming!”

“I just wanted to surprise you.” you laughed as he wrapped you up in his arms. “Sam helped me.”

“This is the best surprise ever,” he murmured, kissing your hair. “Thanks Sam,” he patted Sam’s shoulder, who took his leave as Danny ushered you inside. There was a golf tournament on the TV, the announcers voices filling the silence as you walked further in. “God, I was just thinking about how I missed you, and here you are.”

“Dreams do come true, don’t they?” you laughed softly, nerves starting to build up. It was now or never. 

“Yes they certainly do,” Danny grinned, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger and kissing you lovingly. He deepened the kiss and you let yourself get carried away for a moment before pulling away slightly.

“I have something I need to give you.” you tried to reach for your bag but Danny pulled you back to his lips.

“It can wait, honey,” he murmured, his breath warm on your face. You could feel your resolve melting but stood firm.

“It actually can’t.” Danny sighed, pulling away and watching you dig into your bag, pulling out a velvet box. Holding it out to him, Danny took it, a small, confused smile on his face.

“What is this?” he asked, puzzled, looking back at you.

“Just open it,”

Danny did as instructed, and was greeted with a square sapphire pendant sitting on a silver chain. He glanced up at you before noticing the grainy photo image in the lid of the box. He looked from it to you several times, and you tried to read his expression.

“Is…Is this?” he pointed to the box, then his eyes zeroed in on your stomach. It was still largely flat, at this point just looking like some incredibly minor bloating. “Are you?”

“We’re due in September.” you whispered, tears stinging your eyes. “So I thought you should have a sapphire of your own.” It happened in less than a second. The pendant and sonogram was tossed to the bed behind you as Danny wrapped his arms around you, kissing you over and over again. He pulled away, resting a hand on your lower abdomen, smiling knowing his child was growing there.

“Honey, this really is the best surprise ever,” he sniffled, a few stray tears falling down his cheeks. “I’m going to have that necklace welded permanently, I swear to god. Oh my god, I’m gonna be a dad!”

“How about that?” you murmured, resting your forehead against his. The two of you embraced in silence for a bit, before Danny finally parted, holding your face in one hand as he smiled down at you.

“I really think being your wedding date was the best thing that ever could’ve happened to me.” nodding, you replied.

“Me too.”

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Florence - Chapter Seven

It's Harry and MJ's wedding day, and you feel a million different emotions at once. Happiness, fear, an urge to never part from Peter's side. Finally, you come to a resolution about you and Peter's burgeoning relationship, ecstatically so.

Wedding stuff, ceremonies and reception, lots of emotions, cheesy romantic things (kissing, overly dramatic proposal stuff), smut (riding + lots of tension coming to a head (pls skip over this segment if you're uncomfortable)), I can't believe this took so long to write

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Peter feels elated. On top of the world, even.

Yeah, it was just a kiss– hardly the most invigorating, erotic thing he could’ve done– but, as cheesy as Peter feels when he thinks this, it was a kiss with you.

“Ugh.” He smacks himself in the face, cringing at how much he loves these intense feelings. He’s lying in his bed– the villa bedroom that was selected for him was perfect, down to the mattress that keeps Peter’s back pain at bay– but he can’t help but grin bashfully under his hands.

You had had the same sort of look yesterday. After Peter had finished kissing you, MJ had come and stolen you away for more bridesmaid duties– speeches, readings at the church, etc. – and despite your shy small smile, your hand clinging onto his as MJ dragged you away with a very questioning, sly look, he had to let you go. Unfortunately so.

Peter knows he loves you. He spent most of the night tossing and turning, thinking about how to properly ask you to be his girlfriend, his partner, his significant other. To be the one that he knew you were back when the two of you were just kids. 

He was just too stupid to see it.

Hell, even Logan told him that it was obvious. After years and years, he apparently always wondered when one of you would make the first move and get it over with. This was coming from the guy who couldn’t bear to ask out Ms. Grey and ended up ending it over nothing, too.

Peter clambers out of bed, rubbing his face, getting ready to brush his teeth, knowing that because he’s known you for so long– his method of asking you to make things official would come naturally.

/

You’re watching the sun rise over the gorgeous trees and groves of the villa, leaking through the windows of the house. Your room has a teeny balcony– you never noticed it before since a table obscured the door, and it’s a lovely space to spend time thinking before the wedding.  

Outside, a cool breeze makes your hair loose, blowing away strands lightly, and you feel at peace. You feel glad to be here.  

Siena is quite beautiful… but you’re very excited to actually go back to Florence today. It’s the best part of Italy to you, and you share too many memories with Peter to not want to be there with him today. 

Especially after he kissed you. You find yourself blushing, but that’s okay. It’s too special for you to know how to deal with– you’re finding that you’re easily flustered, going over countless memories of sunny beaches and ice cream and studying algebra and Italian architecture, cobblestone streets and sun dresses and tanned skin that always stayed with you long after you would come home to the cold autumn airs of New York.

But the best part was that Peter would always be with you throughout it all. Not just in Florence, but in high school, at home, being neighbours and bothering each other all time. You never had to have a break from him– he was like your own personal summer vacation.

You know you have had your moments, pulling away, feeling stupid and neglected– the sorrow you feel is fairly terrible– but the gratitude, the satisfaction you have from having Peter next to you now is unlike anything else you’ve ever felt. 

You wonder if Peter feels the same, that he’s feeling an overwhelming amount of emotions all at once– love, affection, but also fondness, familiarity, relief– you hope so. You want to talk to him again.

You didn’t sleep very well last night, and you know that’s bad for the wedding– but you’re not tired at all. No, no. 

For the first time in your life, you feel really awake.

“Howlett?” Peter’s voice calls, and you turn– you stumble for a moment.

“Hey, watch it!” Peter comes through your grabs your forearm, steadying you. You weren’t in any risk of falling over the railing of the balcony, but Peter’s got that strange sense, and his brown eyes peer into yours, checking to see if you’re okay.

Once he feels that you are, his gaze softens and he settles into a smile. His brows furrow as he grins at you.

He’s still wearing PJs, as are you– clearly you weren’t the only one struggling to stay away.

“I– I’m okay.” You hold his hand, trying not to beam. “You didn’t have to do that, but thanks.”

“Couldn’t exactly let my girlfriend fall off the balcony, could I?” Peter ruffles your hair, and you feel an alarming amount of excitement and earnestness at his words. “Not after I finally got one.”

“Hey.” You point your finger at Peter’s chest, and he raises his hands in an oh-ho, let’s see what you have to say sort of way, and you can’t help but smirk a little even if you’re mock glaring at him. “You’re admitting that it could’ve been any girl? And you would’ve been happy?”

“Oh, Howlett.” Peter reaches over and tries his best not to snicker– he fails– as he starts this overly romantic, purposefully terrible soliloquy to you. “It could only be you. I’d walk across a thousand burning coals for you. I’d reach up into the sky and take the moon and give it to you. I’d rake my balls through shredded glass just for the chance to kiss your sweet, chapped lips.”

You cackle at that, and Peter giggles while holding you close, holding your face.

“Okay, okay. I get it.” You laugh, and you shake your head at him. “What’s with the use of girlfriend, anyways? When did you ask me to be your girlfriend?”

“Was it not obvious yesterday?” Peter purses his lips. “Should I kiss you again, and make it more clear?”

Peter leans in but you stop him with your hand, and he kisses your hand anyways. 

Licks it, too. 

“Yuck.” You shake your hand away. “You can’t just claim me like a primitive man-ape, Peter. You gotta make it official, properly. I’ve waited too long for this moment for you to go and just make it so.”

“Oh, really?” Peter looks bemused. “You spent a great many algebra study sessions fantasizing about me, huh?”

“Obviously.” You roll your eyes, and Peter pushes down the urge to kiss your endearingly annoyed expression. 

“Okay. Deal.” Peter takes you by the hand, and leads you inside. “Do you think we have time for a morning coffee?”

/

It’s a very hectic time to go and sneak away like this.

MJ is currently doing an intense skincare regimen– she enjoys it a lot typically, but in this case it’s to give her a wedding glow– numerous products are slathered on as she lays on her bed. Face, arms, legs covered.

She gives you the okay to go, as long as you’re back in five minutes to help her get dressed, and Peter promises it will take two.

Peter makes his coffee– it’s easy, it’s just black with no sugar or cream– but for you he adds in a lot of sweetness and sugar and cream and even if you don’t usually take your coffee that sweet, you appreciate it anyways. 

“You used to drink it like this in high school.” Peter admits sheepishly, and you know he’s right– it’s cute how he remembers that.

/

MJ is so glad you’re back, shooing Peter away to the groom’s side of the house. As two makeup artists work on her hair, her face, her skin, working in even more products and massaging her muscles (MJ is so particular about reducing her frown wrinkles) she feels relaxed, luxurious, amazing… if not for the fact that she’s having wedding panic.

“Seriously, what if Harry gets cold feet again?” MJ blinks her deep green-blue eyes, tears hanging onto her pale, mascara-less eyelashes. “I knew we should’ve waited a few years. He’s been so worried about his father, about everything with Oscorp… God, I’m so fucking stupid!”

“MJ– No.” You shake your head. “You’re just freaking out. Deep breaths, Mary Jane.”

She inhales somewhat dramatically, but shuts her eyes, and you watch as MJ’s flushed, red skin calms into her fair, even skintone. 

“Harry wouldn’t have proposed if he didn’t want to do this now.” You remind her carefully. 

“And he wouldn’t have invited his dad if things were that terrible, right?” MJ nods, and she watches as you nod, too. “Okay. Hold my hand, Lettie. It’s scarier than I realized.”

“Getting married?” You sit next to her, squeezing her palm in a warm grasp, and try to avoid the makeup artist currently applying a peachy blush to MJ’s cheeks.

“Yeah. Not to be crazy, but… it’s literally marriage. It’s Mary Jane Osborn from here on out. Mrs. MJ, wife to Harry Osborn.” MJ inhales. “I know I want to do it, but I just… I have so many nerves!”

“Pretend it’s one of your modelling shoots?” The hair stylist arranging MJ’s red hair into a loose bun chimes in, as she works in lilies through the strands.

“No… that won’t do. Thanks though, Clara.” MJ sighs. “It’s not like that. It’s just… it’s been so long since I’ve had to really… shed the image.”

“Bare your soul?” You respond, and MJ nods. “I get it. You need to be candid about your feelings.”

“Yeah, it can’t be all image work. And I just worry that I’m going to come across as a influencer woman being shallow and vain rather than, well, the real me, little MJ Watson from Queens.” MJ’s voice turns small. “I almost wish I wasn’t famous at all.”

“Too late for that, cupcake.” The hairstylist comments again, and MJ snorts despite herself. “Listen. If Osborn knows you’re being real, then that’s good enough. Outsiders are always going to judge.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” You agree, and MJ swallows, before sighing with relief.

“Okay. Okay. I’m okay.” MJ fixes her glance on you. “Don’t leave me though.”

/

MJ looks perfect– even more so, in your personal taste, than she ever has during her glammed up, avant garde beauty shoots– she looks just like herself. Enhanced, a little, with her freckles still shining through dewy, glowy makeup, topped off with shimmery, sheer gold-glitter eyeshadow, and poppy red lipstick, blotted so not to be too much. She looks like your best friend, but also like… the best possible version of herself. You tell her as much.

She beams. “Thanks, Lettie. Do I look like a bride?”

“Of course!” You shake your head at her. “We just need to get you into your dress…”

MJ isn’t one to care about being nude anymore, after being desensitised to designers stripping and dressing her, and she undoes her robe with a simple pull of the strap, exposing her bare breasts and panties– you’re reminded just how much taller she is than you when she stands up straight, all legs and taut stomach, sharp collarbones and angular shoulders, muscles and bone contorting into a physique that just screams model. It’s like she was made to wear anything in an editorial context.   

“This is how I feel. Standing in that church, telling everyone I love Harry…” MJ crosses her arms, causing her tits to jut out more, and you snort, totally indifferent to her naked body. You’ve seen it a million times. “I’m going to be emotionally and spiritually naked.”

“And that’s harder than having your tits out?” You joke, but MJ points at you, seriously agreeing. “Alright, arms up.”

The dress is quite beautiful. An off-white, almost blue in tone mermaid dress, custom made by Dior, it fits MJ like a glove, snatching in at her bust, waist, and her hips, but then flaring out in an elegant a-line skirt, all silk and lace detailing. There’s quite a bit of rhinestone work from her sweetheart neckline, down to her hips, and the effect– as you pull it up on her, tightening the corset straps as she reaches around to make sure it’s all fitting– it’s like a halo glow.

Yes, as you carefully adorn MJ’s veil over her head, you feel in your heart– she’s an angel. No doubt about it.

“You look beautiful.” You grin at her, and to your surprise, MJ’s eyes water a little, and she hugs you tightly. 

“I’m so glad you came here.” MJ murmurs. “I never would’ve wanted to get married without you by my side.”

“Same. I mean, if I get married–”

“Stop that. You’re going to get married.” MJ laughs, cackles, really. “You and Peter– you guys are so meant to be. I’ve never been more glad that you two hit it off this week.”

“Even though we could be stealing the spotlight?” You joke.

“Especially if it means you’re stealing the spotlight.” MJ squeezes your arms. “You really deserve it, Lettie.”

There’s a sudden lump in your throat. Never have you ever assumed that you deserve any of the good things life throws your way– you always assume that it’s just due to luck. A cushy coding job? Luck. Being friends with Harry, who’s willing to give you a much higher salary, and MJ, who gives you the best fashion advice? Luck. Peter somehow being interested in you? Luck. What’s really special about you?

“I know that look.” MJ shakes her head. “You’re a catch, babe. Now go get dressed and blow that man’s socks off.”

“I… thought you were going to finish that sentence differently.” You admit, glad that MJ stopped your spiral into depressive thoughts. “Isn’t it ‘knock your socks off?’”

MJ shoos you out, laughing.

/

After very quickly putting on your makeup, It’s not hard to dress yourself. The dress, pretty as it is, all forest-green, flowing lace and silky details that you loved from the moment you saw it, just has one simple zipper.

Unfortunately, your hands scramble for purchase– it is just out of your reach, and it’s exceedingly annoying to try and zip it from the back when you can’t see it. 

The dress is flowing loosely around you as you sigh loudly, and decide to turn towards your bathroom, where you can estimate better with a mirror.

“Howlett?”

Peter comes up behind you, and you feel your skin warm. He’s too close– you’re not even fully dressed– and you hold your hands against the top of your dress, trying to stay modest.

“You’ve caught me in a fairly compromising position, I admit.” You joke quietly, and Peter chuckles.

“Maybe that was my intention.” He whispers half-jokingly, and you close your eyes, trying not to laugh or be turned on by the insinuation. “Kidding. Do you need privacy? I can go.”

“No, no, I need your help.” You mutter. “Could you just– zip up the back of the dress? I can’t reach it.”

“Of course.” Peter gently grasps the zipper, and you feel his hand press against your lower back, the heat emanating through the silk fabric, and with one fluid motion, he zips you up, the dress fitting perfectly, no longer free flowing but now clearly draped and styled in a way that accentuates the way you look.

Peter twists your shoulders so you’re facing him, and with an uncustomary amount of emotion, feels his breath hold. You look so gorgeous– so stunning, in a way he almost feels reverent when he looks at you– and he cannot help but voice it.

“Wait, you look– amazing–” You had no idea Peter was wearing his suit already. He looks dapper, sweet, calming. 

“Me? Oh man, Howlett. You look so pretty. I don’t even–” Peter harshly swallows. “It almost makes me regret never taking you out to prom.”

“It’s alright, Peter. This can be our do-over.” You kid with him, but he’s still solemn.

“Why was I so stupid?” Peter scowls at himself, and you get the feeling he’s actually going to be upset about this for a long time. “I couldn’t even see what I had, Howlett. You should’ve smacked me upside the head.”

“No, that’s too harsh.” You snicker at his antics. “It’s okay. I don’t think it’s a bad thing. If anything, it kind of… brought us closer together? Right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Shared trauma.” Peter laughs to himself, but he leans in a little closer. “Sorry, I gotta make up for lost time.”

Before you can admonish Peter for trying to ruin your lipstick, he’s already pulling your face forward in a strong, firm kiss, his lips pressing against yours without preamble or hesitation, and he holds you there– while you feel your insides turn warm, all jelly like, as Peter strokes your hair and face and jaw. He lets go for just a moment– but still presses cute, short kisses against your mouth, little pecks, really, and then he actually stops.

Peter’s lips are that soft red colour you picked out for yourself– he’s basically eaten your lipstick off.

“How many kisses do you need until you feel it’s enough for all the years you missed?” You tease him, gently wiping away at his lips. 

“Honestly, Howlett, it’s never gonna be enough. Seriously, you’re going to want to invest in a real good lip balm treatment because I am going to kiss your lips off.” Peter proves his point by kissing your fingers as you’re wiping his lips, and you snort.

“Real smooth.” You pull out your lipstick and re-apply. “You’ll get tired of it eventually.”

“No.” Peter’s serious. “I’m not gonna get tired of getting to kiss you. It’s a privilege and I can’t take it for granted, so…”

He presses a kiss to the top of your hairline, not wanting to mess up your makeup again, and together you leave to downstairs in the foyer where everyone is waiting for the limo, and you can witness the wedding event of the year.

/

Peter obviously sits next to you in the limo. The bridal and groom’s party are all grouped together in one giant limo, while MJ is being escorted in a very fancy, ivory white Volkswagen beetle with her parents, which will then be the newlywed’s car to drive off in, and Harry– being Harry– is driving in on a fast motorcycle, leading everyone to the Florence Cathedral.

There’s plenty of space in the limo. Gwen and Miles are taking pictures of each other using an instant camera, while Gayle and Betty gossip about some of the guests posting stories on instagram– supposedly someone is wearing white, and Gayle launches a plan to help her sister out and “accidentally” throw some red wine on the dress. 

The other groomsmen mostly keep among themselves. You blink and realize that you’ve never really conversed with them– they’re mostly Harry’s friends and they have their own stuff to talk about. 

Betty offers to take a picture of Gwen and Miles– somehow turning out stunning under her adept fingers, with just a smartphone camera– and you know that’s why MJ loves her. The one time Betty shot MJ for the highschool newspaper, it was all over from there– it basically launched her career after it went viral.

Then Betty turns the camera towards you and Peter. “Smile for the camera, Howlett. You too, Parker.”

She’s as deadpan as ever, but you and Peter lean into each other over the seats, smiling with not a hint of irony. You’re happy.

The film prints out, and Betty holds it away from the light, shaking it a little, and as the image appears, she hands it to you two.

“Wow.” Peter traces the edge of the photo. “This is… maybe better than my photography skills, somehow.”

“I know that’s a real compliment if it’s coming from your egotistical ass, Parker.” Betty sniffs, and shuffles away to gossip with Gayle again.

“Howlett, you’re so…” Peter inhales and sighs, as if he really can’t believe he’s around you, and you feel yourself blush. “I’m putting this in my jacket pocket. Just as a sweet memory.”

“Aw, you sap.” You giggle, and Peter laughs.

/

There are loads of people in the Florence Cathedral, all admiring the architecture, the religious art pieces, the tile work. Far more people than you would’ve accounted for– but then you remember that many of these guests are not staying at the Villa. You see more models, more tech billionaires, but also…neighbours, friends, family. Sweet memories connected with all of these people.

To your surprise, your father is already at the church, having left with Norman an hour ago. He’s conversing with a mature, pretty redhead that you recognize instantly.

“Oh my god– Ms. Grey?” You shove Logan out of the way, and he grumbles but smiles to keep up appearances. Jean fixes him a glance that totally tells you she knows about his grumpy history, and she likes it. “You’re here?”

“Of course I am.” She’s wear a teal blue dress, light gold heels, and somehow, despite a few wrinkles and spots– she still looks like your second grade teacher. “You’ve grown up into a lovely young woman, Howlett.”

“She has.” Logan pats your shoulder, looking the part of a proud father. Actually, if you really look into his eyes– you can see that they’re wet.

“Oh… thank you.” You swallow sincerely, hoping you won’t make your father cry. “You look very nice, too, Ms. Grey.”

“Yeah. I agree.” Peter chimes in from behind you, sounding very… wistful. You giggle.

“Oh wow. I never would’ve expected you to be so tall now, Peter!” Jean pinches his cheek. “Thanks.”

Peter is definitely fulfilling some childhood fantasy right now, with how deeply he’s blushing, you think. But you still ask Jean why she’s here.

“Oh, my dear, you don’t know?” She laughs. “I’m MJ’s aunt. Well, more like a family-friend aunt. Not really related. But still.”

“Wow, really?” You want to ask more questions, but the church bells have started ringing.

 “Well, I must go take my seat now. Thanks for being such darling students, my dears.” Jean Grey leaves you two– not before giving Logan a rather loaded, heated look. Maybe slightly inappropriate for church. 

“You’re probably not going to wash that cheek, are you?” Logan teases Peter, scratching his own jaw. “Don’t blame you.”

“Why don’t you go after her, Dad?” You cross your arms. “Why not just… try?”

“It’s not that simple, kid.” 

“Sure it is.” Peter holds Logan’s shoulder– and to your surprise, Logan doesn’t shove him off. “You told me not to give up on Howlett–”

“I told you not to break her fucking heart again, Parker.”

“Okay, same thing applies here. Why end things with Ms. Grey? Because you think you’re not good enough? You’re a washed up veteran?” Peter scoffs.

“Watch it…” Logan warns him.

“Right, right. Sorry. Have you ever thought that maybe Ms. Grey’s waiting for you to make a move? Maybe you’re giving up because you’re sabotaging yourself.” Peter shakes his head. “You don’t deserve to be alone after… after…”

“My namesake.” You flatly comment.

“Yeah, her.” Peter’s eyes soften, and Logan actually seems to be listening. “Give yourself a chance, Logan.”

“Wow. Normally I’d have to beat your ass for talking so disrespectfully to me, Parker.” Logan exhales. “But even I can admit you’re not… wrong. I’ll think about it.”

And Peter flashes that smile at you, that overly confident, I-just-fixed-it smile that you absolutely adore.

/

Peter lends you his arm as you walk down the aisle again, slow, smooth, everything moving as it should. It feels strangely perfect, in a way that you’ve never felt that your life was, and you can’t help but grin at people– they smile back at you, too. 

You catch little details in the church pews– floral details, lace and chiffon draping over seats, and a candlelit glow make everything seem particularly magical. The Cathedral’s artfully designed dome and tilework lends itself well to the feeling that something spiritual, something momentous is about to occur. 

The gold chain bracelet MJ gifted you a few days ago glints against your wrist– as Peter’s does, too. You wonder if MJ and Harry planned that together. Some sort of pre-engagement ring type of deal.

Peter smiles at you once you part at the altar. Really, he kind of– chokes out a smile, a huge grin that he can’t help but convey towards you. And you know that you love him.

The rest of the wedding party walks in, MJ being the very last. You watch as a silence falls over the people of the church, a hush of emotion and awe, to finally see the bride on her big day. MJ looks sweet, reverent and graceful, and she grasps her parents’ arms tightly, while Harry catches her eyes, and you can see his adam’s apple bob up and down. Maybe Harry’s getting soft.

The priest begins the wedding service for real. MJ looks pleased, nervous, obviously running on nerves, while Harry is bashful, shy, like a little boy again. 

Before you know it… it’s over. You and Peter are called over to be witnesses to the wedding document, and you sign it, feeling an air of relief, some sort of satisfying completion to this wild journey.

Harry dips MJ– tall as she is– at the front of the church, in a sweeping kiss that has people clapping and cheering.

/

The Villa is full of thumping music when you arrive back. People are already dancing, swaying, eating, drinking, either in the outdoor garden space, or inside the house itself.

But you only want to be with Peter. You’re not even spending time with the other bridesmaids– but Gwen, Betty and Gayle seem to understand deeply about your affection for Peter, and they let you go with smiles that seem to know something. 

Peter and Harry are already taking tequila shots at the bar, wasting no time, and Harry’s mouth stretches into a large smile when he sees you. “Hey, speak of the devil!”

He motions for you to come over.

“You guys were talking about me?” You snort, and Peter turns a little pinker.

“Duh, as if this guy can talk about anything else.” Harry playfully punches Peter. “Howlett, you might have to marry him, or he’s never gonna shut up.”

“Uh… yeah, that’s just my drunk brain talking. I don’t mean any pressure.” Peter tries to excuse himself by drinking another random shot. 

“He doesn’t know I want to marry him too.” You whisper to Harry. “Since ninth grade, I think.”

“He’s a dude, Howlett. Coming from another dude– we are blind sometimes.” Harry passes you a shot. “Have you made things official yet? Settled the deal?”

“That’s the business talk coming out.” You joke, and Harry laughs.

“True. But trust me, Peter can be dumb. Until you really… make it official, he’s not gonna believe that you’re into him of all people. He’s really insecure.” Harry sounds distant, sad, as Peter continues talking to the bartender, totally oblivious.

“Oh. I told him that he has to ask me to be his girlfriend before I really agree to it.” You respond, and Harry shakes his head with a wry smile.

“Who’s the one with the business talk now?” He laughs, and you shrug as if you really are that shrewd.

“I think I’ve suffered long enough.”

“That, you have.” Harry cheers to that and hands you a shot, which you drink gratefully.

/

After a bit of erratic, half-drunk dancing– whatever DJ was hired for this is amazing at picking songs that force you to, at the very least, bop your head– Peter pulls you aside.

“What’s up?” You ask him, still a little sweaty and frazzled from the music.

“I want to get some water. Like the icy water from the fridge? Just to sober up a little.” Peter shrugs, and you glance upwards at him.

“You really need me to be there for that?” You raise your eyebrows, and Peter scrambles for a response.

“Well… I… uh, I just want you there. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” Peter admits, and you snicker.

“I will. I needed a break from dancing, too.”

Together you stroll through the garden, up to the backyard doors of the house, laughing about how fun everything is, and you really meander– taking a lot of time to stare at Peter, and him at you– and you don’t notice something is off until Peter pulls you to the side, just behind the bar counter of the kitchen.

“Wh–” You cut yourself off, watching a deep-red ponytail bob up and down at rapid speed, with gusto. Tan shoulders and just a hint of bare breasts coming up past the counter, where you can see her. 

It’s definitely Ms. Grey. Uh… Jean. You can just make out the edge of her side profile from beyond the counter, as she convulses on the floor, riding someone unseen, and she moans, “Logan, oh my god, Logan–!”

Peter pulls you away by the hand, down the hallway and into a random closet, before you can let yourself fully grasp the idea of potentially seeing your father deep in the throes of passion. You are so glad you didn’t see or hear anymore than that.

“Damn. When I told Logan to go for it… I didn’t think he’d do that.” Peter comments after shutting the door, and you, despite your very childish horror at the whole thing, start giggling. Peter smiles, and you can tell he’s trying to cheer you up.

“I mean… at least he’ll be getting over my namesake.” You raise your eyebrows. “You think Ms. Grey wants to be my mom?”

“Howlett, I’m pretty sure Logan is about to make her one. Without your involvement.” Peter replies drily, and from how clearly you can hear the rasp in his throat, you can tell this closet must not be very big.

You laugh, a little awkwardly now, because you’re still not used to being so close to Peter, not in this context anyways. A dark, shady closet, where it’s just the two of you, feeling body warmth emanate from each other. Peter’s breaths are hitting somewhere around your hairline, and if you came any closer– you’re sure you would be enveloped by his chest.

“Peter, did you bring me here just to get some alone time?” You tease.

“Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want that water.” Peter leans in a little, and you get the sense that he’s actually holding himself back. “But to be honest, Howlett? You’re a pretty good alternative.”

“Right. Because I’m curing your thirst.” You roll your eyes, and Peter laughs.

“See, this is what I love about you. You always know what I’m about to say.” Peter says, and he watches you, in the near darkness of the closet, tense a little. 

Peter searches around for a light switch, and finds it. A tiny, yellow bulb lights up in the centre of the room, and you realize the closet is bigger than you thought.

A chaise lounge, grey in color, is off to the side.  

“I just wanted to see you.” Peter answers the question he knows you were about to ask. 

“Oh.” You smile up at him, but there’s still uncertainty in your posture.

“Howlett, what’s wrong? Am I being too much?” He looks into your eyes, and you just don’t know how to answer.

“No. I just… I’m bad at this.” You grow shy under Peter’s watchful eye.

“So am I.” He takes your hand. “But you know what? It’s time to be adults about this. I’m gonna reiterate it, I love you.”

Something about his emphasis on the word love has you spluttering and laughing, and Peter repeats it anyways, in different stresses and tones, “I love you. I LOVE YOU. I love you. I love you, Howlett.”

“I know, I know. I love you too.” It spills out of your mouth before you can stop yourself, but Peter grins eagerly and nods. “You’ve already told me that before.”

“You mean when I was drunk a couple days ago, right? Well I meant it then, and I mean it now.” Peter nods firmly. 

“Do you remember that you’ve kissed me before, too?” You ask just out of curiosity, and Peter turns a little pink before admitting that he does.

“Who could forget the beach sunscreen kiss? I still think of that as my first one.” Peter laughs quietly. “But yesterday was more… um…”

“Real.” You whisper, and Peter nods again, this time with a little more agitation in his eyes, and you watch him mull over something, obviously thinking about kissing you after speaking about it, and you know you want to after the heated memories of yesterday, and his eyes glance towards your mouth, before he decides on it.

Peter sweeps you up in a kiss that’s far more lustful and tense, grasping around your waist and hips as he pulls you in, and you feel his lips soften against yours, melting as you feel a rhythm occur naturally. You kiss him back and you know that knowing Peter for so long has enabled you– it’s like the two of you were made to be together.

He kisses down your neck, and pulls down the silky front of your dress– as much as it will allow, at least– and kisses soft, open mouthed kisses against your cleavage, which causes you to writhe against him a little. Eventually Peter finds the zipper of your dress and pulls it down halfway, allowing him to really dip his mouth against your bare breasts, and you groan as Peter lightly sucks on your nipple.

“...Jesus Christ, Howlett…” Peter murmurs in between kissing your chest and upwards on your neck and jaw. “I don’t even… know how long I wanted to do this.”

There’s not many words to be shared from you as you feel yourself turn lightheaded, and you kiss Peter again, taking control of his mouth, relishing the feeling of his tongue swiping against yours, leading him back towards the very convenient chaise lounge chair. There, Peter discards his blazer and unbuttons his shirt, and lies back against the chair, his dick clearly straining against his pants.

You kiss him again, sitting right on his bulge, lifting your skirt a little higher so Peter can feel the shift of your bare skin against him, through the fabric pants, and his eyes roll back into his head as you kiss him, grind a little. Maybe it’s too much– Peter grabs your ass and pulls up the skirt even higher, pushing you down on his clothed bulge with too much intensity– and you feel pleasant tingles spread across your skin as his bulge presses into you, almost inside you, against the thin underwear that you’re wearing. You’re very slick– you shudder as Peter pulls down the zipper of your dress fully, and you feel his hands roam across your bare back, and then into the inside of your dress, feeling your waist and breasts. 

“I didn’t bring a–” Peter starts, as you let your hands trace up his chest, and he clearly has trouble saying no.

“Oh, it’s fine. I’m on the pill.” You say, matter-of-factly, mostly interested in staying on top of Peter until he begs for more. “Just for hormonal reasons.”

“Oh… okay…” Peter inhales as you press more kisses against his neck. “Howlett… it’s a lot for me to handle.”

“Huh?”

Before Peter can really answer, he whispers an apology before tightly gripping your waist, and he sits upright, pulling you flush against his chest. Then, as he zips off his pants– he somehow takes them off completely, leaving him in just his boxers. There’s a wet spot– and Peter is pulling his boxers off, too. 

His dick is hard, almost painfully so based on his expression, and you understand you riled him up a little too much. With one hand– Peter reaches under your skirt, and you help him pull off your underwear with shaky, sweaty hands. 

You’re aroused enough that it doesn’t hurt. When Peter slowly enters you, as you lower yourself down on him, you feel electric on the inside, some sort of satisfyingly sick combination of love and lust overtaking you, and you feel full from the pressure, feeling Peter throb inside you, and you’ve never felt so close to him as you do now, and he starts a rapid pace of thrusting into you, holding you tightly against him as he does, his thighs smacking against your ass.

You do feel pleasure, a sharp ache starting to build in your lower regions, as Peter continues to press overly hot kisses against your jaw, but you also feel loved. It doesn’t feel like a hookup, and you know it isn’t. You know as Peter wraps his arms around your waist, he’s not just using you, he really loves you.

He watches as you fall over his shoulder, having reached the peak of your climax, and Peter pulls out, letting himself finish on his own leg.

“You didn’t… have to…” You sleepily tell him.

“I know. I was just taking a precaution.” Peter whispers, and he holds you close as you fall asleep on top of him. “Love you, Howlett.”

He’s really glad this closet has a locked door.

/

The morning after the wedding, you wake up to find yourself mysteriously dressed in a oversized tee shirt, and your panties. You’re lying in your own bed, but you don’t know how you got here.

Peter is sleeping next to you. His brown hair is dishevelled, and he’s wearing a random tee shirt too. Actually, you think you recognize that from Harry’s wardrobe.

“Peter. Hey, Peter.” You shake his shoulder. “Peter Parker!”

“Huh? What’s that?” He sleepily rubs his eyes. “Oh, morning, Howlett.”

“How did we get here? After we… I mean, you know.” You blush. “What did you do?”

“Oh.” Peter lets himself get up for real, sitting up on the bed. “I waited it out until no one was near the stairs, and then I took you upstairs to your room. I changed your dress for you. There were randoms in my room, so I hope you don’t mind that I stayed in here with you.”

“Of course I don’t mind.” You wrinkle your brows, frowning. “I just wonder why you did all that even though I’m not your girlfriend.”

Peter pauses. Actually, he genuinely stills, no movement at all.

“Oh, Howlett. You scared me.” He shakes his head, before grabbing your hands. “I just kinda assumed after yesterday, you would believe that’s enough evidence.”

“Humor me.” You slightly smile as Peter agrees with a little shake of his head.

“I’ll be serious. I am serious.” Peter grows solemn. “Howlett. I’ve known you my entire life, practically. I can’t picture it being without you. The year or so that it was, was maybe the worst year of my life.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I just appreciate you all the more now.” Peter traces your knuckles. “I’ve grown– we’ve grown up a lot. I needed that, so I could be here to ask you now. Would you be my girlfriend? My partner, if that sounds more equal and appropriate to you?”

“Yes.” You pull Peter into a hug, surely one of many from now on, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I’m so glad we went on this trip.”

Peter smiles fondly. He’s never been more glad, either.

“I never want to let you down again, Peter.” You admit shyly. “I hope it’s not cheesy to say I want to be around you all the time.”

“It isn’t.” Peter presses a very chaste, soft kiss against your lips, and he feels, finally, that his life is really coming together. 

So do you.

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The rest of the trip flew by. Well, it would do when the pair were surrounded by a pink, glittery haze of their newly professed love. After Harry had gone back into the villa to lock the balcony doors and they left Amalfi, they cut across Italy, through Salerno and Potenza before arriving in Bari where they spent a few days traipsing round the maze of narrow, cobbled streets of the old town and walking through galleries and museums while nudging hips and the brushes of hands against one another’s. The pair took turns on the drive alongside the Adriatic coast, stopping for day trips and overnights. They had no plan so pulled in wherever they fancied, or when something caught their eye. Funnily enough, the weird, dodgy sound coming from the engine had disappeared and was now a distant memory as they made their way to Venice. Venice was… well… bloody Venice. They wandered down paved streets hand in hand, and they took a gondola ride as night fell on their first evening. As the sun set around them their gondolier told them the romantic legend of the Bridge of Sighs and urged the young couple to share a kiss as they floated under the bridge so they could bask in eternal love. 

“What a load of old shit,” Y/N had snorted quietly to Harry as they approached the bridge as she was cuddled up to his side. 

“Oi, it’s romantic,” Harry jabbed her side playfully before looping his arm around her shoulders and playing with the ends of her hair that fell there. 

“It’s the gondola companies capitalist wet dream is what it is, look at all the boats lined up,” she giggled thinking about how many young couples must pay a premium to come to this spot every day. 

Harry laughed as he noticed the queue of boats himself, “hm, so no kiss then?” he asked just as they were about to sail under. 

“Well, I never said that” Y/N whispered turning her neck to face him as he was already leaning in. She planted her lips on his and indulged in the feel of his lips moving against her own, honouring the legend even if it was used as a ploy to make money nowadays. 

Venice continued to be perfect. Harry held his clumsy girl steady on the landings that bobbed in the water of the Vaporetto water taxis, taking her hand in his, helping her to board. They spent a day and two entire reels of film in Burano taking in the brightly coloured houses that were even brighter and even more sweet-like than the ones they saw in Naples. The colours paired with the sun shining above them made for beautifully hazy pictures of the two of them with the houses at bright backdrops. Harry had Y/N posing for him every few metres that left him overwhelmed with options for his phones new home screen. He settled on one with her hand raised to stop him a faux glare gracing her face as he stopped her again to take her photo. 

The toured a lacemakers on Burano and Y/N went back with scraps of the handmade lace in her hands that she knew was going straight into the scrapbook she planned to make of this trip. Harry couldn’t take his eyes off her as her fingers toyed with the lace and ran delicately over the top of it appreciating the floral designs and the craftmanship that went into making even the little pieces she was going away with. Their favourite stop was at the Libreria Acqua Alta, the most beautiful bookshop the pair had ever seen, the Waterstones on the high street near both their houses paled in comparison to this. Stacks of books littered the place, but what really sold it to the pair was that the slew of books were displayed in buckets, boats and bathtubs to save them from flooding when the canals overflow into the shop. They spent a while looking at all the books with Harry buying a few of his favourites in Italian so he could get better at learning the language. She watched him from an aisle over, his brow furrowed as he read over the blurb on the back of a particular book in his hand, eyes flitting over the words before deciding to buy it and depositing it on the growing pile of books he had accumulated. He looked up to find her, but seeing her gaze already on him as they smiled to each other before Harry went over to grab her own pile of books to carry for her.

***

It was November now, and the stack of books with worn edges and pretty leatherbound spines Y/N had bought from the little shop in Venice sat pride of place in the bookshelves of her flats living room. She was sat criss-cross on the floor in front of her coffee table with her supplies spilling over the edges of the small table and onto the floor, a large square book opened onto a blank page in front of her. She rifled through the bundle of freshly developed photographs trying to find a specific shot of her and her best friend. It was a photo from a few months ago on a road trip they had taken. It was a photo of them on a walk one evening in Positano, they were walking side by side down the middle of the road watching the sunset when a stranger stopped the pair and asked if she could take a photo of them as they looked like such a beautiful couple and they should remember their evening with a picture. How little the stranger knew that the beautiful couple had only became a couple a short 12 hours before that. But as the setting sun burnt the sky a rich orange that faded to pink then into blue behind them, Harry and Y/N were photographed leaning against the railing that looked over the water, arms wrapped around one another with radiant smiles plastered on their faces as the stranger took the first official photo of the pair as a couple. Y/N looked fondly down as she pasted the photo into her scrapbook with the glue stick that she had to peel a layer of crust off as she had left the lid off for too long. She wrote the date under the photograph before flipping through the book again, seeing the U.K sticker they peeled off the car when they arrived back next to the photo of them outside the car before they left, the photo of an unsuspecting Harry getting to drive through the big tunnel he was so desperate to do, the two of them standing in front of the candy-coloured houses in both Naples and Burano caught on film and glued into her book, a strip cut off from the silk scarf Harry had tied round her neck, to live out her best Audrey Hepburn fantasy, was in the book next to one of the numerous photos of Y/N that Harry had taken that evening. She was just starting a new page with the scraps of lace from Burano getting pasted in when she heard a key jiggle in the lock of her front door. Now, only Y/N’s mum and one other person had a key to the flat and her mum was currently in her hometown to that left the latter as who it could be. 

“Girlfriend, where are you?” he sang from the entryway as he shed his coat from his shoulders before putting it in her coat cupboard in the hallway. She heard his shoes get kicked off his feet in a clatter against the wooden floor. 

“I’m in the living room, boyfriend,” Y/N called back not looking up from her task at hand as she heard his socked feet pad up the hall towards her. 

“Evening, my love, wha’s all this?” Harry asked standing next to her, peering down at her covered coffee table and the opened scrapbook.

“Went to the craft shop today, went a bit mental, here I am, finally making the scrapbook from our trip,” she spoke as she pressed down on the piece of lace to stick it in place before looking up at him, “hi pretty,” she sighed out smiling up at him from her place on the floor. 

“‘Went a bit mental,’ yeah I can see that,” Harry laughed leaning down to peel a letter H sticker from her forehead before showing it to her on the pad of his index finger. 

“Oh! I was looking for that,” she carefully peeled the sticker from his fingertip and flicked to the front page of the book to complete the sentence that formerly read as ‘Arry and Y/N’s Roadtrip.’ “There we go,” she stuck it in place, even if it was a little squint on the page. “Help me up?” Y/N pouted up at him raising her hands up in front of him. Harry popped the plastic bag for life onto her couch to grip both her hands in his pulling her up from her spot. 

“Hmm, finally,” Harry groaned as he finally got to kiss her hello. A deep, slow kiss as his tongue licked into her mouth just a little bit before he pulled back with three short pecks, muttering a ‘hi,’ against her kiss softened lips. 

“Hm, what’s with the bag,” she glanced down to her couch as if to remind him. 

“My turn to cook tonight, isn’t it?” Harry asked lifting the bag and walking towards her kitchen setting it on the side before helping Y/N pop herself up to sit on the countertop when she followed him in. “Did y’know they charge 30 bloody pence for a bag for life nowadays,” Harry sighed as he stood between her legs wanting to be close to her after a long day and last night without her. 

“It’s so we stop using plastic H, where were your reusable ones?” asking as she rest her forearms on his shoulders pulling him in closely and letting her hand card through the back of his hair. 

“Left them in the car and couldn’t carry everything without one,” he muttered before holding back a moan at the satisfaction of her nails scraping lightly against his scalp. 

“How was the studio?” Y/N questioned him as he untangled himself from her for a second to unpack his shopping bag so he could start preparing dinner. 

“Hm, was good I think, felt like a good day today,” he mused, sniffing his fresh produce quickly, still didn’t smell as good or as fresh as what they bought in Italy.

“Write anything good?” Y/N reached behind her to grab the two cutting boards he would need. 

“Yeah, think so,” Harry smiled, remembering what he got out today and thinking about what inspired it. 

“Let me hear some?” she asked playfully, knowing already she had absolutely no chance until Harry was ready to share it with her. 

“Nice try, baby, not yet” Harry came back to stand between her legs, reaching forward to quickly push her hair back off her face. 

Y/N scrunched her nose and grumbled, “tell me what it’s about at least,” batting her eyelashes flirtatiously to try and convince him.

Kissing the pout from her lips, tasting the balm she was using to fight off the chapping the ever-increasing winter wind was causing as London grew colder and colder.

“Hmm, I’m not sure,” Harry teased. 

“Oh H, please,” she whined hopping down from the counter, standing on her tiptoes she brushed her nose against his, the tip of his own still tinged pink and a little cold from being outside, before resting her chin on his chest to gaze up at him. 

Harry breathed out a huff of laughter his hands cupping her face, thumbs brushing across the tops of her cheeks as she leant into his touch

“Driving,” he stated

“Driving?” she puzzled head tilting to the side. 

“The songs about driving,” he said softly. Memories of the road trip that changed it all for the flourishing couple rushed through both their minds simultaneously, Harry’s like a movie in his mind and Y/N’s all the pasted pages of her scrapbook that she had worked on all day. Smiles graced both of their faces, knowingly, but not one of the two saying it aloud. Harry let out a hum of laughter, almost bashful sounding before he pulled her into a kiss. His lips nipping her bottom lip between them. 

Harry was cooking dinner when Y/N spoke up again as she watched him stir the sauce with a tea towel draped across his shoulder. 

“My wish came true by the way,” she spoke from behind him as he turned to face her, closing the distance by pulling her into his chest. 

“Wish?” Harry puzzled, resting his forehead on hers, the innate need to be close to her waving its flag. 

“My wish I wouldn’t tell y’about at the Trevi, it came true,” she whispered the sound of food bubbling away on the stove almost drowning her out.

“Mine too,” Harry pulled back to look into her eyes before leaning down to kiss his love. 

“Now feed me, Styles,” Y/N proclaimed as they broke apart. Harry laughed as he turned round grabbing the spoon from the sauce and holding it up for her to taste. As she leant to taste it, the sauce fell from the spoon and down her shirt that was partly covered by the soft cotton dungarees she wore. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, that was your fault this time,” she whined as she began to shimmy out of the t-shirt from under her overalls, and to Harry this all felt a bit too much like déjà vu. 

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definitely not thinking about the way Harry would propose anyways I think you’d go on a trip to Italy maybe he’s about to leave for tour soon so you just think it’s a little alone time before he leaves, and while it is, to him it’s when he’s planning to propose😓 one night you’re at the villa getting ready to go get dinner and he tells you it’s a bit more of a fancy place so you get all dolled up in a silk dress, and he’s in a button up and slacks. The suns starting to set and the doors are wide open out to your balcony letting the summer air in. When you’re all done getting ready you see him out on the balcony so you join him and say “hey babe ready to go?” When he turns to look at you all prettied up he gets all blushy and smiley🥹 he just pulls you into him by the waist kissing up your neck saying “You look so beautiful my love” and of course he looks even better so you compliment him back😓 you say “you ready?” one more time and that’s when he’s like “I am. But before we go I just want to tell you….” And goes on a whole speech about how you’re his entire world and how much he loves you. That’s when he pulls the ring out of his pocket and pops the question😭😭 between the sunset, being on a balcony overlooking the sea, the warm air and both of your crispy sun tans…everything is just so perfect and cozy and romantic😓 after saying yes and crying and kissing and telling him you love him a million times he’s like “Ok now I’m ready” and you leave for dinner. What you don’t know tho is that the dinner he planned was actually a surprise and when you get to the restaurant you see he flew out both of your close family members to celebrate😔😔😔 it was a very private proposal but being able to share it with your loved ones afterwards was even more special😔 the whole night would just be so perfect, and for the next couple days of the trip it’s just a cute little mixed family vacation before he leaves for tour💔

NOOOOOOOOOOOONOONONNONONOOOOOOO OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDD I AM GOING TO SOBBBB THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTEEEEEEEEEE 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

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'It's almost a cliché, but the locations in Netflix's Ripley are like characters in the action.

The limited series adapts Patricia Highsmith's novel The Talented Mr Ripley and moves from New York City to a flurry of locations across Italy set in the early 1960s.

The story follows American con artist Tom Riley (Andrew Scott) as he is tasked with heading to Italy to bring home an old acquaintance and a wayward scion of a shipping dynasty, Dickie Greenleaf (Johnny Flynn), now living a relaxed life away from his family responsibilities as a carefree painter.

Actress Dakota Fanning, who portrays Dickie's girlfriend Marge Sherwood in the series, told Netflix: "We were filming in so many of the most beautiful cities in the world; Rome, Venice, Capri, the Amalfi Coast. Naples had its own grit and electricity.

"It’s interesting because I do think that the show portrays the country in a different way than most people have seen Italy."

Where was Ripley filmed? Stunning locations from gorgeous Netflix series

New York City, New York, USA

One of the most iconic cities in the world, New York City is the location for much of the premiere episode of Ripley, as we follow Tom Ripley's hand-to-mouth existence in the sprawling metropolis - which feels all the more oppressive in the almost gothic black-and-white.

Atrani, Italy

Atrani is the setting of multiple episodes in the series, as this is where Dickie and Marge live in Italy. The small city on the Amalfi Coast in the province of Salerno is in the Campania region of south-western Italy. The area today has a population of around 900 people.

The winding steps and mountainous exteriors make it a visually stunning backdrop.

Production designer David Gropman told Netflix: "It was just the incredible geography of that town, the relationship of the main square to the beach, all of those unbelievable paths, that maze of stairs and corridors through the mountain."

The location provided the production with space for Marge's home and Ripley's hotel room in the village too.

Capri, Italy

The setting of Dickie Greenleaf's villa was not filmed in Atrani, despite it being set there. Instead, this was filmed on the glamorous Italian island of Capri.

The island is legendary for being the home of Emperor Tiberius during his retirement from Ancient Roman politics.

In recent decades, Capri has continued to be legendary as a holiday destination for the rich and famous.

Rome, Italy

The main location of the action from episodes 4 to 6 of the series, the ancient capital city of Italy and the previous centre of the Roman Empire means the city is brimming with ancient architecture and cobbled streets that are as old as time.

Here, Tom Ripley begins to build a new life with a new name, but it is also where further crimes occur and everything threatens to unravel.

Palermo, Sicily, Italy

The medieval streets and numerous statues of the capital of the Italian island of Sicily, Palermo, are a key feature of the seventh episode in the series, which sees Tom Ripley hiding out in Southern Italian territory.

Recently showcased on the HBO series The White Lotus, Palermo also provides a location brimming with uncertainty, as Tom Ripley moves through the city with fear of being watched by authorities - and he's wise to worry.

Venice, Italy

The principal location for the finale episode, few places in the world are as romantic or as iconic as Venice.

Brimming with canals and the absence of automobiles, Venice has not much changed from the time of Tom Ripley.

Its medieval magnificence but inevitable doom to sink beneath the waters only adds to its romanticism, making it the perfect site for the show's climax.'

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New York City’s Most Unique Italian Restaurants Near Times Square

Are you a foodie looking for somewhere special to dine while visiting the Big Apple? If so, New York City’s Times Square has an excellent array of must-visit Italian restaurants during your stay. Whether you’re a food enthusiast or just looking for an incredible dining experience, you should explore Times Square’s dynamic restaurant scene!

From classic red sauce spots to contemporary gourmet experiences—there’s something delicious and unique for everyone. Get ready for some of the most unusual yet delicious creations here inspired by classic recipes around this iconic area. Come over to discover the taste sensations waiting to be discovered near Times Square!

 Carmine’s

It’s impossible if you have never heard of one of the most iconic Italian restaurants near Times Square, Carmine’s. Getting a table without booking in advance at Carmine’s is difficult. This family-style eatery serves classic Southern Italian dishes like Chicken Parmigiana. Try their world-famous Sunday Gravy!

Carmine’s unique is their “famiglia style” dishes – large entrees for sharing and perfect for a group. These dishes come in large pans or platters big enough to feed four hungry diners. With plenty of veggie options, you can get your fill! Carmine’s is perfect if you want to try real Italian American cuisine.

Tony’s Di Napoli

If you want something more traditional, visit Tony’s Di Napoli. Tony’s Di Napoli is an upscale Italian restaurant in Times Square. Their appetizers are the perfect start for a night of dining. Try the homemade mozzarella or Fried Calamari!

What makes Tony’s Di Napoli unique is their use of fresh, seasonal ingredients in all their dishes. Every dish has the freshest possible ingredients, ensuring every bite bursts with flavor. The experience is like dining in an Italian countryside villa without ever leaving Times Square.

Osteria al Doge

Osteria al Doge is an intimate Italian restaurant near Times Square. The restaurant specialises in Venetian-style cuisine and has been a local favorite for years. Osteria’s menu features traditional dishes from the Veneto region of Italy, such as pasta with fresh seafood and grilled meats.

This restaurant offers a unique culinary experience by transporting you to the Veneto region with its romantic atmosphere. Osteria al Doge is known for their excellent wine list and attentive service, making it perfect for an intimate dinner or special occasion. If you are looking for a Venetian getaway in the heart of Times Square, this is the place for you!

La Masseria

Another gem near Times Square is La Masseria, an Italian restaurant specializing in Pugliese cuisine. The menu features traditional dishes from the Apulia region of Italy, such as orecchiette pasta, fried seafood, and grilled meats.

Ancient fortified farmhouses inspire La Masseria Restaurant in the Puglia Region of Italy called “Masseria”. Fava beans, chickpeas, and lentils remain a core element in many of La Masseria’s entrees. The 250-bottle wine list encompasses all regions of Italy with a few of the best American and the rest of the world selections to complete the experience. This is a must-visit spot for foodies exploring traditional Italian cuisine in Times Square! the unique atmosphere, friendly service, and delicious cuisine will make your dining experience memorable.

Nino’s 46

If you want a gluten-free Italian dining experience, then Nino’s 46 is the perfect restaurant. The menu features a variety of gluten-free dishes that offer unique flavours and textures. Whether you are looking for traditional Italian favorites or something more exotic, Nino’s can accommodate your dietary needs without compromising taste.

Nino’s is casual and welcoming, making it a great spot for an evening out with friends. The restaurant has indoor and outdoor seating options to enjoy your meal in the fresh air. Nino’s 46 is a delicious Italian dining experience in Times Square. Their gluten-free menu will make your visit unforgettable.

The Palm West Side

Once you’ve exhausted all the Italian spots near Times Square, The Palm West Side is great for classic Italian American steaks and seafood. This iconic restaurant offers a luxurious dining experience with its old-world charm and attentive service.

The menu features signature steaks, chops, and fresh seafood prepared with meticulous attention to detail. The Palm West Side also has an extensive wine list and delicious desserts to finish your meal. What is unique about this restaurant is that it still uses the original recipes from the first Palm restaurant in New York City. Whether looking for an intimate dinner or a special occasion meal, The Palm West Side will make your dining experience truly memorable.

The Best Italian Restaurant near Times Square With A Unique Menu: Sesamo!

The restaurants listed above are all great options for Italian cuisine in Times Square. Each has its unique atmosphere and menu, so you can find the perfect spot to satisfy your craving for Italian food. However, got the winner is: Sesamo Restaurant in Hell’s Kitchen.

Sesamo offers modern Italian cuisine with Asian influences. The first of its kind, the restaurant concept is rooted in their respect for Italian cuisine preparations and appreciation for Asian heritage and home cooking. Inspired by Itameshi (Japanese for “Italian”) cuisine, Sesamo expands on the concept and draws inspiration from many different regional influences in Asia. These influences create a unique menu that offers everything from Italian classics to creative Asian-Italian fusion dishes.

Sesamo is the perfect spot for a special night out in Times Square, but it’s also great for casual dining with friends. The restaurant’s cozy atmosphere and attentive staff make it an ideal spot to enjoy Italian food in Hell’s kitchen. Whether you are looking for classic Italian dishes or something new and innovative, Sesamo is the perfect spot to experience a unique Italian dining experience.

With so many options near Times Square, you will surely find the perfect Italian restaurant to suit your needs! The options are endless, from traditional favourites at La Masseria to modern Asian-Italian fusion dishes at Sesamo. Enjoy a unique Italian dining experience and make your visit to Times Square memorable with one of these amazing restaurants!

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Luxury Villa Rental in Tuscany: Your Perfect Escape to Timeless Elegance

The Tuscan Dream: A Journey Through Time

Nestled in the heart of the Italian countryside, Tuscany’s villas exude timeless elegance. These homes often date back centuries, offering visitors the rare opportunity to immerse themselves in historical beauty while enjoying all the conveniences of modern living. The architecture alone is a wonder to behold, with stone facades, terracotta roofs, and expansive courtyards that transport you to a different era. Interiors often feature beamed ceilings, antique furnishings, and artisan craftsmanship that reflect the region’s rich heritage.

Whether it’s a former farmhouse transformed into a luxurious retreat or a grand estate once owned by Italian nobility, each villa is a unique gem. luxury villa rental tuscany The attention to detail ensures that the charm of the past is preserved while creating a space that meets the expectations of today’s discerning traveler.

Private Pools and Panoramic Views

One of the highlights of renting a luxury villa in Tuscany is the access to stunning outdoor spaces. Many properties boast private infinity pools with sweeping views of the region’s iconic landscapes. Imagine spending your afternoons lounging by the pool, gazing out at endless rows of vineyards, olive groves, and the rolling hills that seem to go on forever. With such breathtaking scenery, every moment feels like a postcard come to life.

In the evening, the villa's terrace becomes the ideal setting for an alfresco dinner under the stars. With a glass of local wine in hand and the aroma of freshly prepared Tuscan cuisine wafting through the air, it’s easy to see why this region is considered one of the most romantic destinations in the world.

A Culinary Haven

Tuscany is a culinary paradise, and staying in a luxury villa allows you to experience the region's gastronomic delights in the comfort of your own home. Many villas come with fully equipped gourmet kitchens where you can prepare your own meals using fresh, local ingredients sourced from nearby markets. For those who prefer a more pampered experience, some villas offer the services of a private chef, allowing you to savor authentic Italian dishes without lifting a finger.

Imagine enjoying a freshly made pappardelle pasta with wild boar ragu, or indulging in a traditional Florentine steak cooked to perfection, all in the privacy of your villa. The region’s world-renowned wines, such as Chianti and Brunello di Montalcino, pair perfectly with the local cuisine, elevating your dining experience to new heights.

Tailored Experiences and Luxury Amenities

Luxury villa rentals in Tuscany offer much more than just a place to stay. Many properties provide tailored experiences designed to make your holiday unforgettable. From guided wine tours and cooking classes to truffle hunting excursions and private yoga sessions, the opportunities for personalization are endless. Whether you're interested in exploring the region’s artistic heritage, learning the secrets of Tuscan cooking, or simply relaxing by the pool with a massage, these villas cater to your every desire.

In addition to bespoke experiences, the amenities in a luxury villa often surpass those of a five-star hotel. Expect spacious bedrooms with en-suite bathrooms, tuscany luxury villas for rent modern entertainment systems, air conditioning, and high-speed Wi-Fi – all while surrounded by the peaceful seclusion of the Tuscan countryside.

A Place to Create Lasting Memories

A luxury villa rental in Tuscany offers more than just a holiday; it provides a sanctuary where you can reconnect with loved ones, celebrate special occasions, or simply unwind and embrace the beauty of Italy at your own pace. The balance between history and luxury, privacy and adventure, creates an experience that is as relaxing as it is inspiring.

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LM Films: Expert Wedding Photography and Music Video Production in Italy

Introduction to LM Films: Your Partner for Unforgettable Visual Storytelling in Italy

LM Films is a renowned name in the world of visual storytelling, specializing in professional wedding photography and music video production in Italy. Our team of creative visionaries, equipped with state-of-the-art technology, is dedicated to capturing life’s most significant moments in a way that goes beyond mere documentation. We aim to create timeless works of art that you will cherish for years to come.

In this blog, we’ll dive deep into what makes us the go-to choice for anyone looking for a professional wedding photographer in Italy or a professional music video production company in Italy. From our approach to wedding photography to the expertise we bring to music video production, we offer unparalleled services that ensure your vision is brought to life.

Professional Wedding Photographer in Italy: Crafting Memories with Elegance and Precision

Italy is a dream destination for many couples, offering stunning landscapes, historic architecture, and romantic settings that are perfect for weddings. Whether you’re planning a wedding in the heart of Tuscany, by the Amalfi Coast, or amidst the canals of Venice, LM Films ensures that your big day is captured in all its grandeur.

Why Choose LM Films for Wedding Photography in Italy?

At LM Films, we believe that wedding photography is more than just taking pictures; it’s about telling a love story through visuals. Our photographers work closely with couples to understand their unique personalities, preferences, and wedding style. This allows us to craft a narrative that feels personal, authentic, and beautiful.

Experienced Professionals: With years of experience under our belt, we understand the nuances of Italian weddings, from Catholic ceremonies in grand cathedrals to intimate celebrations in rustic countryside villas.

Customized Packages: Every wedding is unique, which is why we offer customized wedding photography packages. Whether you want coverage for the entire event or just a few special moments, we’ve got you covered.

High-Quality Equipment: Our team uses the latest cameras, lenses, and lighting equipment to ensure that every shot is captured in perfect clarity and resolution.

Post-Production Excellence: Editing is an essential part of the process, and our post-production team ensures that each image is meticulously refined to highlight the emotion, color, and elegance of your wedding day.

Destination Weddings: Expertise in Iconic Italian Locations

One of the reasons why couples choose LM Films as their professional wedding photographer in Italy is our deep knowledge of the country’s iconic wedding destinations. From the rolling hills of Tuscany to the breathtaking cliffs of the Amalfi Coast, we know how to capture each location's natural beauty while focusing on the couple's emotions.

Tuscany: With its picturesque vineyards, medieval towns, and rolling landscapes, Tuscany offers a perfect backdrop for dreamy, romantic weddings. Our photographers specialize in capturing the essence of Tuscany while focusing on the intimacy of the couple.

Venice: A city like no other, Venice’s canals, bridges, and palaces make it an enchanting location for wedding photography. Our team knows the best spots for capturing those iconic gondola rides and stunning architectural details.

Amalfi Coast: Known for its dramatic cliffs, azure waters, and colorful villages, the Amalfi Coast is a top destination for weddings. LM Films captures the vibrant beauty of the region, ensuring your wedding photos are as stunning as the location itself.

Professional Music Video Production Company in Italy: Bringing Your Vision to Life

LM Films is not just a leader in wedding photography; we are also a top-tier professional music video production company in Italy. With a team of highly skilled directors, cinematographers, editors, and producers, we collaborate with musicians to create visually stunning music videos that resonate with their audience.

Our Approach to Music Video Production

At LM Films, we understand that a music video is an essential tool for artists looking to visually communicate their message, style, and brand. Our team works closely with musicians to ensure that the final product aligns with their artistic vision while delivering high-quality visuals.

Pre-Production: We begin by understanding the artist’s concept, song, and overall vision. From scriptwriting to storyboarding, we ensure that every element is planned down to the smallest detail.

On-Site Filming: Italy offers a plethora of scenic locations that can elevate the aesthetic of any music video. Whether it’s a rooftop in Rome, a historic villa in Florence, or a coastal view in Capri, our team utilizes these settings to enhance the visual appeal of the music video.

Post-Production: Editing, color grading, and visual effects are essential components of a successful music video. Our post-production team ensures that each frame is flawless and that the final product reflects the artist’s style.

Why LM Films Stands Out in Music Video Production

Creative Vision: Our team brings a unique creative vision to each project, ensuring that the music video is not just a visual extension of the song but a piece of art that can stand on its own.

Technical Expertise: From drones to 4K cameras, we use cutting-edge technology to capture the best possible footage. Our technical expertise ensures that your music video looks professional and polished.

Collaborative Process: We believe in a collaborative approach, where the artist's input is valued at every stage. This ensures that the final video aligns with the artist's brand and message.

Diverse Portfolio: Whether you’re a pop artist looking for a high-energy video or a classical musician aiming for something more elegant and refined, LM Films has the experience and versatility to bring your vision to life.

Italy’s Diverse Backdrop for Music Videos

As a professional music video production company in Italy, we have access to some of the most beautiful and diverse locations in the world. These landscapes provide the perfect backdrop for visually stunning music videos that capture the essence of the song.

Rome: The ancient city of Rome, with its historical landmarks and modern energy, offers an unmatched setting for dynamic music videos. From the Colosseum to the Trevi Fountain, the city provides a unique blend of history and modernity.

Sicily: With its rugged mountains, ancient ruins, and sparkling coastline, Sicily is an ideal location for artists looking for dramatic, cinematic landscapes.

Florence: Known as the birthplace of the Renaissance, Florence offers an unparalleled artistic backdrop. Its iconic architecture, such as the Duomo and Ponte Vecchio, adds a level of sophistication to any music video.

Why Choose LM Films for Your Visual Storytelling Needs?

Whether you're seeking a professional wedding photographer in Italy or a professional music video production company in Italy, LM Films is dedicated to delivering top-tier services that exceed expectations. Our team's blend of creativity, technical expertise, and local knowledge makes us the perfect partner for your visual storytelling needs.

Comprehensive Services: From pre-production planning to post-production editing, we offer a full suite of services that ensure your project is executed flawlessly from start to finish.

Tailored Packages: We understand that every project is unique, which is why we offer tailored packages that cater to your specific needs, whether it’s for a wedding or a music video.

Exceptional Results: Our goal is to provide results that not only meet but exceed your expectations. With a portfolio that spans both wedding photography and music video production, we are proud to be a trusted name in Italy’s visual arts scene.

Conclusion: Capturing Life’s Most Beautiful Moments with LM Films

In a country as beautiful and diverse as Italy, your wedding day or music video deserves to be captured in a way that reflects the magic of the moment. LM Films, with its expertise in both professional wedding photography and music video production, ensures that every moment is immortalized with grace, creativity, and precision. Whether you’re a couple looking to document your love story or a musician ready to bring your vision to life, LM Films is here to turn your dreams into reality.

Contact us today to learn more about how we can help with your wedding or music video project.

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Plan Your Dream Destination Wedding in Lake Como

When it comes to choosing the perfect location for a wedding, few places can rival the breathtaking beauty of Lake Como in Italy. Known for its stunning landscapes, charming villas, and serene atmosphere, it’s no wonder that Lake Como has become a premier destination for couples looking to celebrate their love. If you’re dreaming of a picturesque wedding by the lake, partnering with a professional Destination Wedding Planner Italy is the key to making your vision a reality.

Why Lake Como?

Lake Como offers a unique blend of natural beauty and romantic charm, making it an ideal setting for any wedding. The crystal-clear waters, surrounded by majestic mountains and lush gardens, create a stunning backdrop for your special day. Whether you envision an intimate ceremony with close friends and family or a grand celebration with hundreds of guests, Lake Como has a range of venues to suit every couple's needs.

From historical villas to modern lakeside hotels, the options for a Lake Como wedding are virtually limitless. Imagine exchanging vows on a sun-drenched terrace overlooking the water, followed by a reception filled with delicious Italian cuisine and vibrant florals. The atmosphere is enchanting, ensuring that your wedding will be a memorable experience for you and your guests.

The Role of a Destination Wedding Planner Italy

Planning a wedding abroad can be daunting, especially when you’re navigating language barriers, cultural differences, and logistical challenges. That’s where a skilled Destination Wedding Planner Italy comes into play. These experts specialize in creating flawless weddings in this breathtaking region, and they bring invaluable local knowledge and connections to the table.

A professional planner will work closely with you to understand your vision, preferences, and budget. They’ll guide you through the entire planning process, from selecting the perfect venue for your Lake Como villa wedding to coordinating with local vendors. With their expertise, you can be confident that every detail will be handled seamlessly, allowing you to focus on celebrating your love.

Tailored Experiences for Every Couple

Every love story is unique, and your wedding should reflect that. A Destination Wedding Planner Italy will take the time to get to know you as a couple, ensuring that your wedding is personalized and meaningful. Whether you want to incorporate local traditions, specific themes, or even bespoke décor, your planner will bring your ideas to life.

Imagine walking down the aisle adorned with local flowers or sharing a traditional Italian meal with your guests. The right planner will help you infuse your personalities into every aspect of your celebration, creating an unforgettable experience that feels authentically you.

Stress-Free Planning and Execution

One of the greatest advantages of hiring a Destination Wedding Planner Italy is the peace of mind that comes with knowing that everything is in capable hands. From managing timelines and budgets to troubleshooting any last-minute issues, your planner will ensure that your wedding day runs smoothly.

This support allows you to truly enjoy your celebration without the stress of coordinating logistics. With an experienced planner by your side, you can savor every moment of your Lake Como wedding, from the heartfelt vows to the joyous dancing under the stars.

The Perfect Venue: Lake Como Villa Weddings

Lake Como is home to some of the most stunning villas in Italy, providing the perfect setting for your destination wedding. These luxurious venues offer a combination of elegance, charm, and unparalleled views of the lake and mountains. Whether you dream of a grand celebration in a historic villa or a more intimate gathering in a private estate, your Destination Wedding Planner Italy will help you find the ideal location.

Conclusion

A destination wedding in Lake Como is not just an event; it’s an experience filled with beauty, love, and unforgettable moments. By partnering with a dedicated Destination Wedding Planner Italy, you’ll have the support and expertise needed to bring your dream wedding to life. From breathtaking villa venues to seamless planning, your Bespoke wedding will be a celebration to remember.

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Romantic Getaways: Top International Destinations for Couples

Introduction

Nothing enhances a romantic relationship like a memorable getaway to an enchanting destination. Whether you’re planning a honeymoon, celebrating an anniversary, or simply looking to spend quality time together, Swosti Travels offers a curated selection of romantic international destinations perfect for couples. From the idyllic beaches of the Maldives to the historic charm of Paris, our travel packages ensure a magical and intimate experience for you and your loved one.

1. Maldives: Tropical Paradise

Overview: The Maldives is synonymous with romance, featuring overwater villas, turquoise waters, and private beaches. It’s the perfect destination for couples looking to escape to a tropical paradise.

Highlights:

Overwater Villas: Stay in luxurious overwater villas with direct access to the crystal-clear lagoon.

Snorkeling and Diving: Explore vibrant coral reefs and marine life together.

Private Dinners: Enjoy intimate candlelit dinners on the beach.

Experience: Private island tours, spa treatments, and sunset cruises that make for an unforgettable romantic retreat.

2. Paris, France: The City of Love

Overview: Known as the “City of Love,” Paris offers a romantic ambiance with its iconic landmarks, charming streets, and exquisite cuisine.

Highlights:

Eiffel Tower: Experience breathtaking views from the top of the Eiffel Tower.

Seine River Cruise: Take a romantic cruise along the Seine River.

Montmartre: Explore the artistic district of Montmartre, home to the Basilica of the Sacré-Cœur and quaint cafés.

Experience: Strolls along the Seine, visits to world-class museums, and dining at Michelin-starred restaurants.

3. Santorini, Greece: Aegean Romance

Overview: Santorini’s stunning sunsets, white-washed buildings, and azure waters create a picturesque setting for romance.

Highlights:

Sunset Views: Watch the sun set over the caldera from Oia village.

Private Catamaran Cruises: Sail around the island and visit secluded beaches.

Wine Tasting: Enjoy wine tasting tours at local vineyards.

Experience: Relaxing in luxury cave hotels, exploring ancient ruins, and savoring Greek cuisine.

4. Venice, Italy: Romantic Gondola Rides

Overview: Venice’s charming canals, historic architecture, and intimate gondola rides make it a top destination for couples.

Highlights:

Gondola Rides: Enjoy a private gondola ride through the scenic canals.

St. Mark’s Square: Visit the iconic St. Mark’s Basilica and Doge’s Palace.

Rialto Bridge: Stroll across the famous Rialto Bridge and explore nearby markets.

Experience: Romantic walks along narrow streets, fine dining in hidden trattorias, and visits to historic sites.

5. Bora Bora, French Polynesia: Exotic Escape

Overview: Bora Bora is an exotic island paradise known for its turquoise lagoon, luxurious resorts, and stunning natural beauty.

Highlights:

Overwater Bungalows: Stay in a private overwater bungalow with panoramic views.

Snorkeling and Diving: Discover vibrant coral gardens and marine life.

Helicopter Tours: Take a helicopter tour for a bird’s-eye view of the island.

Experience: Private beach picnics, spa treatments, and romantic dinners under the stars.

6. Kyoto, Japan: Tranquil Beauty

Overview: Kyoto’s serene temples, beautiful gardens, and traditional tea houses provide a peaceful and romantic setting for couples.

Highlights:

Cherry Blossom Viewing: Visit during spring to see the cherry blossoms in full bloom.

Arashiyama Bamboo Grove: Walk hand-in-hand through the enchanting bamboo forest.

Kinkaku-ji Temple: Explore the iconic Golden Pavilion.

Experience: Traditional tea ceremonies, staying in ryokans (traditional inns), and exploring historic districts.

7. Bali, Indonesia: Island of the Gods

Overview: Bali’s lush landscapes, beautiful beaches, and spiritual vibe make it an ideal destination for romantic getaways.

Highlights:

Ubud: Experience the cultural heart of Bali with its art galleries, rice terraces, and wellness retreats.

Beach Resorts: Relax in luxury beach resorts in Seminyak and Nusa Dua.

Sunset at Tanah Lot: Witness the stunning sunset at the Tanah Lot Temple.

Experience: Couples’ spa treatments, yoga retreats, and private villa stays.

Why Choose Swosti Travels for Your Romantic Getaway?

Customized Itineraries: Our personalized itineraries ensure a unique and unforgettable romantic experience tailored to your preferences.

Luxurious Accommodations: We offer a selection of luxury hotels and resorts that provide comfort, privacy, and exceptional service.

Exclusive Experiences: Enjoy exclusive activities and experiences designed to create lasting memories for you and your partner.

Safety and Support: Our commitment to safety and 24/7 support ensures a worry-free and enjoyable vacation.

Conclusion

Discovering the world’s most romantic destinations with Swosti Travels allows you to create beautiful memories with your loved one. Our carefully curated international packages for couples ensure that you experience the perfect blend of adventure, relaxation, and romance.

Plan your dream romantic getaway with Swosti Travels and embark on a journey filled with love and enchantment. Contact us today to book your romantic holiday package and start creating unforgettable moments togeth

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Europe Trip Packages for Couples: Romantic Escapes Worth Experiencing Together

Europe is renowned for its wealth of romantic destinations, offering couples the chance to explore scenic beauty, cultural charm, and luxurious experiences. Whether planning a honeymoon or a simple romantic getaway, Europe trip packages for couples provide a seamless and unforgettable experience, ensuring every detail is tailored to meet the desires of each pair. With so much to offer, Europe has something for everyone.

Here are some of the best romantic escapes in Europe that couples can enjoy together:

1. Paris, France: The Classic Romantic City

Paris is a timeless romantic destination known for its iconic landmarks, charming streets, and world-class dining. Couples can enjoy magical moments strolling along the Seine, visiting the Eiffel Tower, or exploring Montmartre. Trip packages often include private Seine River cruises, exclusive tours of renowned attractions, and gourmet dining experiences. Romantic accommodations in Paris range from boutique hotels near the Champs-Élysées to hidden gems in Le Marais and Saint-Germain-des-Prés.

2. Amalfi Coast, Italy: Seaside Serenity

The Amalfi Coast, with its dramatic cliffs, crystal-clear waters, and colorful villages, offers one of Europe’s most picturesque retreats. Couples can explore the luxurious towns of Positano and Ravello, famous for cliffside dining and panoramic sea views. Popular trip packages often feature private boat tours, guided visits to coastal towns, and wine tastings. Spa treatments and luxury resorts make it an ideal destination for relaxation and adventure.

3. Santorini, Greece: A Romantic Island Retreat

Santorini’s stunning sunsets, whitewashed buildings, and breathtaking views of the Aegean Sea make it a favorite among couples. Couples can enjoy private infinity pools, caldera views, and guided tours of the island’s historic sites. Packages typically include sunset cruises and intimate beachside dinners, with accommodations in boutique hotels providing a perfect romantic atmosphere.

4. Edinburgh, Scotland: A Blend of History and Nature

Edinburgh offers a unique mix of historical charm and natural beauty. Couples can explore the city’s cobbled streets, historic castles, and stunning landscapes. Popular packages include guided tours of Edinburgh’s landmarks, boutique hotel stays, and adventurous hikes up Arthur’s Seat for panoramic views. For nature lovers, day trips to the Scottish Highlands provide serene escapes.

5. Venice, Italy: A Timeless Canal City

Venice, with its romantic canals and rich cultural history, is a dream destination for couples. Gondola rides, visits to St. Mark’s Square, and explorations of Venetian palaces are just a few highlights. Couples can find packages that offer private gondola rides, guided tours, and romantic dinners by the Grand Canal. Nearby islands like Murano and Burano are also included in many itineraries.

6. Bruges, Belgium: A Fairytale Escape

Bruges, with its medieval architecture and peaceful canals, offers a fairytale-like atmosphere. Trip packages often feature canal boat tours, walks through the historic center, and stays in boutique hotels. Local delicacies like Belgian chocolates and beers make the experience even sweeter for couples.

7. Cinque Terre, Italy: Coastal Romance and Adventure

Cinque Terre’s colorful villages, perched on the Italian Riviera, offer a perfect mix of romance and adventure. Couples can explore scenic trails, local vineyards, and the Mediterranean Sea with guided hikes and boat tours. Cozy restaurants and seaside hotels offer plenty of opportunities for intimate moments.

8. Tuscany, Italy: Rolling Hills and Vineyard Views

Tuscany’s rolling hills and vineyards provide a tranquil escape. Couples can enjoy wine tours, cooking classes, and stays in luxurious villas. Packages often include visits to Florence and Siena, adding a cultural touch to the romantic countryside experience.

Conclusion

Europe offers a wide array of romantic destinations, each with its own charm and appeal. From the streets of Paris and Venice to the coastlines of Santorini and Amalfi, couples are sure to find the best couple vacations in Europe. With tailored trip packages, exploring these beautiful locations becomes an unforgettable, stress-free experience, ensuring couples can fully enjoy their romantic escapes.

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