#Roni's Bar

[ronispadez]

IIIIIIIIMMMM GOING JNSANE !!!!!💜💜💜🫶

[radaverse]

I might be hiding and cooking something

Smile hd but it's Samurai Jack (PoM au)

Mai as an adult finally having enough of everything and going rabid is sorta a very likely possiblity isn't it

(these 27 seconds were harder to make than I expected)

Starring!:

Roni ( @tireddovahkiin )

Mai

Jack

[poisonappleeater]

still writing !! ill give u a hint in the tags

[what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil]

SPOILERS

Aslan: What nonsense, Vlad would never want to kill me!

Vlad: I know one thing~ Aslan would never want to kill me.

JFC this is practically a love confession; why must you do this to me Veronica!!

[introvertedexhuastedpigeon]

swan queen + roni's bar

[beegomess]

Dark Paradise || Theodore Nott

Don't forget to watch the previous chapters

20. Polaroids

Toast had already gotten used to Y/N's dormitory as a new house, her friends Pansy and Daphne received him as if he were theirs, they simply loved him. The cat used to sleep all day on the beds of one of the girls, and occasionally, he walked around the castle during the school period, always avoiding crossing the path with Madame Nora's, the cat was older and was scary in Toast because she was still a puppy, not so small, but still a puppy.

At that moment, even, the cat sneaked through the trees in the garden while everything was still quiet because classes were taking place normally. Y/N sat next to his brother during the Transfiguration class with Gryffondor students, and although Y/N did not notice Ronie's looks, Draco noticed and reciprocated in the most rude way possible.

Y/N was more immersed in the explanation because of her extra need to learn such subject while Weasley watched her from her desk.

When Potter, his tablemate, noticed Malfoy's gaze on the redhead, he gave him a light elbow trying to get his attention, since Ron hadn't noticed by paying more attention to the girl than to the blonde next to him.

- What do you want? - The boy asked a little annoyed with Harry poking him all the time.

- I ask, you've been staring at Y/N for a while. - Harry answered low, Ronie instantly blesed. - I just don't want problems with Malfoy today...

Ronie looks again towards Y/N's table, but ends up crossing his gaze with Draco's, who showed very well his disdain and anger with his blue eyes, making the redhead shrink a little in the chair, but get angry in frustration. The whole discussion was heard by Granger, who sat behind the two friends. She just rolled her eyes in response.

Hermione thought the redhead was pathetic for having a crush on a member of the Slytherin Elite, a term she hated, in addition to being a member of the Malfoy family, that is, completely impossible and incompatible with any Weasley present on the face of the earth.

However, none of his friends' advice seemed to get into Ron's hard head, who continued to be content with the kind way Y/N always treated him and how different she was from her brother. Well, maybe he really lived in a fairy tale created by him, but who cares? Being in love is really a good thing, isn't it?

During the rest of the class, the girl really didn't notice it, but it didn't matter much to him, who still justified it as something normal, since she really needed help in that subject, which made an idea arise in her mind. The boy decided not to tell his friends about his idea, he knew that they would both tell the truth about not being one of the best ideas.

Y/N was even prettier that day in Weasley's vision, who noticed the fact that she was not wearing her usual black tights, in addition to having some buttons on her shirt open because of the heat, he loved her legs, and well, he was still a boy with hormones on the skin.

At this point, Draco didn't seem like the only one to notice Rony's look on Y/N, Theodore definitely didn't feel threatened, but he certainly bothered to have another boy considering the possibility of having her too.

At a certain point, the class ended and quickly the students got up in a hurry to leave the room, however, Rony rolled up to put away his books. However, Draco seemed to have had the same idea, waiting for his sister as patiently as possible. Idea also copied by Nott.

- I'll catch up with you. - The red-head boy warned his friends, who nodded, even though they were surprised by his behavior.

Y/N laughed with Parkinson's while putting away his things. Merlin, the boy could melt there with the smile she gave. For a moment, Y/N looks at him and when he perceives him, he nods gently, and then walked next to his friend to the small wallet corridor. And this would be the moment for Ron to call her and offer his help in Transfiguration, however, he was barred when Draco walked after his sister, realizing the boy's intention.

Rony snorted in frustration, gathering courage to call her anyway. When then, Nott was walking next to his friend and, in a quick movement of changing the hand books, a small piece of paper fell, drawing Weasley's attention as his friends went out of the environment.

Now alone in the room, Ron approached the small paper and tried to read what was written in pen. The boy tilted his head slightly to the side to read in the same direction as the paper. There was a date and something that seemed to be a message or something like that.

The redhead gathered the paper from the floor, when the room was invaded by Harry in search of him, strange the look of his friend pointed to an object in his hands.

- Ron, is everything okay? - Potter positioned himself next to his friend and tried to read what was written.

"So that you don't forget me during the time you're away."

- Whose is this? - The brunette asks and Ronie turns the paper, revealing to be a polaroid. - Merlin! - Both boys widen their eyes and swallow dryly in surprise when they see Y/N in a bikini lying on the beach towel with a huge sea behind. - Y/N gave you that? - Potter asks even without taking his eyes off the photo.

- No. - The boy, still gaping, doesn't look away from the photo either. - He fell from Nott's things.

- Why are you taking so long? - Hermione entered impatiently, making the boys look away from her immediately and hide the photo quickly. - What's wrong with you there? - The girl crosses her arms and refers to Ronald, who had slightly flushed cheeks.

- Nothing that interests you. - The boy tries to be as harsh as possible, leaving the room quickly, followed by Harry, both avoiding more questions from his friend, who just followed them determined to know what that photo was about.

[...]

The day passed quickly for Y/N, who had decided to focus as much as possible on classes during the week, again and again looking for Toast through the castle. The animal had simply disappeared, but decided to continue with classes. Maybe he had just left the castle since it was hot.

During dinner, the girl talked quietly with her friends, this time sitting next to Theodore. With their backs to the other tables, the two did not realize that they were being observed by two pairs of eyes of certain curious Gryffindors.

- Do you think they have something? - Rony whispers to Harry, taking advantage of the fact that Granger was distracted by one of his books. Potter quickly understood and looked at the possible Slytherin couple.

- Hard to say. - The boys observed in search of more clues in the interactions, but it was really difficult to confirm for sure.

- Don't tell me that you are also enchanted by Draco's sister, Harry. - Hermione comments without taking her eyes off the pages, delivering that she was listening perfectly to the conversation.

- Huh? No, not at all... - The boy explained himself quickly with a certain tone of nervousness, which made the redhead look at him with some strangeness.

The rest of the dinner was uncomfortable for the two boys, who luckily dodged all of Hermione's questions. After leaving the great hall, while Y/N accompanied Theodore in the astronomy tower for the only cigarette of the day, Rony was in his bed, looking at the ceiling and with the photo resting on his chest with his hand on it.

The room was dark and quiet, Harry was already sleeping heavily while the red-head boy martyred himself in imagining Y/N with Theodore or any other boy. Not that he thought she had never been with someone, but he didn't think it was something so serious.

On the first night Rony was still trying to understand why that polaroid was in Nott's things, as obvious as it seemed, he refused to think it was true. The next morning, he speculated a little more with Harry at breakfast.

- But don't you agree that it wouldn't make sense for them to hide a relationship? - Rony asks after taking a hot cup of coffee to his mouth.

- I don't know, what do you think?

- Both are Slytherins, pure bloods and, as far as I know, they grew up together.

- I really don't see any reason to hide any relationship. - Potter and Rony go back to watching Slytherin's table, when Hermione realizes and worries about helping.

- All right. What is the current doubt? - Granger had heard the end of the conversation and noticed the sudden interest of his friends in Y/N, which was certainly bothering her because she was being left aside.

- Nothing! - Ron said harshly, trying to push the girl away even more.

- Well, actually, Hermione could help. - Harry suggested and an expression of slight fear appeared on the girl's face. - Girls usually tell these things to other girls, don't they? - Now, a light lit up the redhead's face in front of her, maybe it was a good idea.

- What do you want to know? - The girl asks in income, she knew that now that the idea was planted in her friends' idea, it would be impossible to escape.

- Do you know if Y/N has something with Theodore Nott? - Ron asks curiously and the girl frowns in confusion.

- And what makes you think I know something about someone's life from Slytherin?

- All right. But you must know if someone who knows, right? - Harry asks still curiously.

- Well, maybe so... - Hermione thinks, remembering a slight buzz contact by Gina of a Lufana who lived boasting about being with a Slytherin boy, she just didn't remember who it was. - But let it be clear that I'm only helping to end this matter for good, did you hear? - Both boys nod quickly and go back to having their breakfast normally, anxious for the discovery of their friend during the day.

Luckily for Ron, Theodore hadn't missed the photo yet. By the night of that day, the boys had not yet met Granger, which made Weasley even more anxious. Suddenly, something very unusual happened. Y/N and Pansy entered the Gryffindor community accompanied by a first-year boy as a hostage.

Ron's heart went to her mouth thinking she was after the photo he kept, the girl had a frown on her face, apparently angry. She passed her eyes quickly through the communal, stopping at the little black kitten in a corner near the stairs. Toast was cornered by Hermione's fat and orange cat.

- Merlin, you're so scared, aren't you, Toast? - Y/N approached, scaring the adult cat that surrounded him, rescuing the puppy. - What a big coward, cornering a defenseless puppy. - The girl stroked the cat while talking to him, heading for the exit, when Hermione finally arrives.

- What do you think you're doing here? - Granger definitely didn't feel good with any Slytherin around.

- Rescuing my cat from that cowardly cat of yours. - Y/N answered in the same tone, continuing his way to the exit next to Pansy. The atmosphere in the communal became a little heavy after the two Slytherins left, Hermione just rolled her eyes and ignored the two friends who looked at her expectatly.

[...]

Rony went through another night of questioning, still with the photo in hand, trying not to look at the girl who was in it in respect. The boy was in a terrible dilemma, the photo shouldn't be with him, so he shouldn't look. However, when he had this opportunity again, I mean, it was just a photo, wasn't it? The room was empty and dark again, but lit up enough for him to look at the girl longer.

An idea, considerably inappropriate, crossed his mind, he knew that if Draco wanted to dream of what the redhead intended to do, it was possible that he would kill him, without any irony. But what if he didn't find out?

- Keep that, Ron. - Harry said from his bed with a sleepy voice, taking the boy completely out of his foolish ideas.

The boy frozzed violently, but did what his friend said. Thinking clearly now, it would be horrible if he did that. And if I did, maybe I wouldn't be able to deal with the guilt, as long as the girl at the first opportunity she had.

At breakfast, Ron couldn't look at Potter without being embarrassed, the boy didn't say anything and didn't even look at him differently, but it was really something to be ashamed of.

And then, Granger sat in the middle of the two boys, attracting the attention of both to her.

- So what? - The redhead asks expectantly.

- Look, I didn't get much, their group is usually very closed, besides I don't want to draw attention by being asked about her life. - Hermione starts. - But Gina told me about a Hufa-Lufa girl who kept spreading that she was the girlfriend of some Slytherin, it's not something to be proud of in my opinion, but it's okay.

- Okay, Okay, Hermione, and who is she? - Ron asks anxious for the conclusion, which makes her look with disdain.

- If you continue like this, I won't tell you anything, Ronald. - he looked at her with frustration, causing satisfaction in the girl. - Don't forget that I'm doing you a favor, so you owe me for it.

- All right, Rony, calm down. - Harry tries to intervene. - Continue, Mione.

- Well, so I went after knowing who this girl was. She's the one sitting next to Cedric, her name is Laila. - Everyone points their eyes at the Lufa-Lufa table looking for the person, finding a smiling girl. - Luckily, Gina wanted to help me, so she got closer to her yesterday during the break and took some interesting information. Apparently the Slytherin with whom she lived hanging was really Theodore Nott, but she confessed to Gina that he has been walking away since the end of last year after he had done something to her.

- What do you mean? What did he do to her? - Rony had his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity this time.

- By Merlin, you have to swear not to tell this to anyone, and Ron, prepare your heart in love, you won't be pleased to hear that. - Hermione warns.

- For God's sake, Hermione, tell me soon. - Harry hurries his friend and the two get closer to her to hear something a little louder than a whisper.

- She said that, in an intimate moment, Nott called the name Y/N instead of Laila. - The two boys automatically widened their eyes, pointing directly to Slytherin's table again. A disappointed face appeared in Weasley when Granger continues. - But she said she got it right with him, and that he and Y/N never had anything.

- Well, it doesn't mean he doesn't want to apparently. - Harry thought out loud, fueling Rony's frustration even more.

Definitely now Rony had even less courage to return the polaroid, Theodore could think that the boy took it because he wanted to or something like that. He would keep it in a safe place, until he had the opportunity to put it in one of the boy's books again.

Now that he discovered this, he began to perceive and pay more attention to Theodore and S/N's interactions. Slytherin really looked at her differently, sent notes during class, in addition to making the girl laugh frequently.

Well, it seems that Rony had an opponent, after all. _______________________________

next chapter>>>

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[yall-batman-fanfic]

Wedding: The One that Gotham Remembers | Batman/Bruce Wayne x Magician!Reader [Part 2/2]

Synopsis: When asked about their wedding, Bruce and Vivian would always return with another question. Which one? 

It was every woman’s fairytale wedding. In fact it was the fairytale ending anyone wanted, and that was the story that Veronica Vreeland used to tell when she pictured the wedding and the next special edition of the magazine. A fairytale ending for Gotham’s famous couple. Since Bruce and Vivian agreed to let her use their wedding as their magazine’s content, she happily paid for the photographer and the videographer for the event, and promised them that everything will be perfect.

“I mean, after three marriages, I kind of had a lot of practice now,” Veronica joked then.

The woman’s father didn’t find it funny at all. Three marriages and all ended in divorce. He wasn’t going to pay for her fourth wedding. 

Still lying in bed, Vivian slowly woke up to Olivia’s hair tickling her nose and Oliver – her brother – snoring loudly. The Pryor-Royce siblings had a little sleepover in her hotel room, with the twins wanting to celebrate their sister who was finally getting married that did not involve people they did not know and that bar that Lois Lane and Veronica Vreeland dragged them to when Ronie gave Vivian a bachelorette’s party.

Funny considering she wasn’t a bachelorette. A couple of months ago, she was legally Vivian Pryor-Wayne. She and Bruce married in the Batcave with Alfred to officiate, and Dick, Diana, Clark, and Lois as their witnesses. Both didn’t want to wait anymore after that incident of Batman chasing a missile and Vivian almost burning herself to protect Gotham. It was then they both realized that they didn’t want to make a show of it, they didn’t want the huge crowd, the press, the fake smiles, and the hiding. They wanted to get married without their masks. So they did. With Alfred getting ordained and a little hush money to get the marriage license, they were done. Too bad they can’t go straight to the honeymoon, but Bruce took the night off from his patrol then and spent it with her.

But after this wedding for Gotham, they will be on a plane that would take them to wherever Bruce booked and spend the next few weeks relaxing. A big ask from Batman but he said that it was his wedding gift for the both of them. Weeks of uninterrupted vacation, unless there was a world-ending situation that cannot be helped. 

Speaking of Bruce, where was he? Last she saw him was yesterday lunch before they were dragged away by their friends and family. She tried contacting him but Veronica took her phone, she only got it back when they were heading back to their hotel rooms. 

Her phone was at the bedside table, all she had to do was carefully reach over Olivia and she could check up on him.

“Do you really think it’d be that easy?” Olivia spoke. 

“Come on, Liv, I need to check my emails,” Vivian said about reaching for her phone but Oliva took it and shoved it in her pants. “Seriously?!”

“Want it? Reach down for it.”

“Fine! It’s like I didn’t change your diapers!” Vivian was about to reach in but Olivia took it out and then dropped it in her twin brother’s pants.

“What the fuck?” Oliver woke up with the ruckus.

“OLIVIA!” Vivian exclaimed.

“You changed his nappies too, I dare you to reach in and get it,” Olivia had a triumphant smirk. 

“I can’t believe you!” Vivian tackled her sister and the two of them were wrestling on the king-size bed while their brother was trying to not get caught and was struggling to get the phone that was now getting a notification right above his ass.

“What the fuck — it’s vibrating!” Oliver went to get it but the phone slipped down to his thigh.

“You are insufferable!” Vivian hit her sister with a pillow.

“It’s bad luck!” Oliva argued.

“He’s not even going to see me! I was just going to check up on him and Dick!”

“Ha! And you said you were going to check on your emails! You’re a liar Vivian Pryor!”

“Seriously, you two!” Oliver groaned, his headache getting worse. He really shouldn’t have drunk that much. Why did he let his sisters bully him into drinking that much? “Vivian, your phone is right at my bum and I can’t reach it if you're crushing me here!”

“Tell that to your twin! Her fat ass is sitting on me!” Vivian exclaimed.

“Oliver, do not give her that phone, do you understand!” Olivia told her twin.

“There won’t be a phone by the end of this!”

“I don’t even think I want that after this!”

“Oh, please, out of the three of us, I have the cleanest ass here!”

The door from the connected room opened and entered Adam who woke at the sound of the ruckus, and with him was Alfred who was just about to inform the Pryor-Royce family of breakfast at the hall. He had booked a table for them where Bruce won’t be able to see Vivian until the wedding. 

But as the two men came in they were greeted by the sight of the three Pryor-Royce siblings in the middle of a violent argument, and all were calling for their dad to side with them.

Adam sighed. “Things don’t change.”

“Should we…” Alfred trailed off.

“I got it. We’ll meet you downstairs, Alfred. Thanks for checking in — you three, get your bloody arses out of bed and fix yourselves!” 

Olivia sighed and got off her sister, then Vivian got off of Oliver. Oliver, who was nearly crushed, sat up and then fished out the phone from his pants. “Here,” he handed it to Vivian.

“Clean it first!” Vivian told him.

“It’s a phone, Viv!”

“Wayne Tech phones are water resistant!”

“You do it, it’s your phone!”

“It was in your ass!”

“It was in your ass,” Olivia mocked Vivian with an American accent. “You’re becoming more like them every fucking day.”

“Oh shut up!”

“You clean it!” Oliver told his twin. 

As the three siblings argued, Adam sighed once again and asked Alfred, “I don’t suppose you had trouble with this with Bruce?”

“My troubles were far different from this one,” Alfred said. 

~*~

After their eventful and delicious breakfast in the hotel cafe, Vivian was dragged away by Veronica Vreeland and Lois Lane to get ready. It was nice to have someone help her with her makeup and hair, unlike the last time where it was just her and Alfred, still Vivian liked the moment she shared with the man. It was quiet and sincere.

But she didn’t mind this too.

Being in a manor with two men and a teenage boy had her craving some female interactions sometimes. 

“What do you think?” Olivia came out of the other room dressed in her black tux and her dark red hair placed in a fashioned bun. While Oliver, who were both bride’s maids (in Oliver’s case it was bride’s brother) as they agreed Veronica Vreeland deserved the title of Maid of Honor as the woman helped with setting up the wedding, were wearing a similar tux as his sister with his dark red hair combed instead of it being a curly mess. He also wore his contacts for the day.

Vivian smiled and went to them. “You both look adorable,” she said. “And, just to complete the set.” Vivian placed the lily baby's breath on the lapel of their suit. 

“Lilies,” Olivia chuckled.

“Mum,” Oliver guessed. “You said that she had a bouquet of lilies during her wedding.”

“We also got you something from home. Dad asked us to give it to you when you’re dressed but I think you should see it first,” Oliver took out a small sapphire pin. “It’s to hold the vail. Your something blue and old. It was Mum’s.”

“Let me put it on you,” Veronica offered. Vivian sat down and let her fix her hair with the sapphire pin to complete the piece. “There. Now, your something borrowed.” She left the room momentarily and when she got back she had a black velvet case and revealed it to Vivian. Pearls. And not just any pearls, they were Martha Wayne’s pearls. “Your something borrowed. Bruce wanted to see if you want to wear them for today. He would also understand if you didn’t considering…”

Those were the pearls that Martha wore on that day. But Vivian didn’t want that to ruin the beautiful piece so she accepted it.  After putting on the wedding dress, Vivian sat down to let Veronica place the pearls. It matched perfectly with her dress and the ornaments on her hair. Flowers and pearls.

Dressed, Veronica had Vivian take a couple of photos in the room with the bride’s maids and the Maid of Honor, then with her siblings and Adam, who was called in from his room to have photos with his daughter. The man was near to tears when he saw her in that white dress and wanted to hug her but held back to not ruin anything. 

So he held his daughter’s hands and said, “You look as beautiful as your mother was when she walked down that aisle.”

Then, though she found it awkward to have solo photos, the photographer got to capture candid photos of her smiling and laughing. 

With the wedding about to start, Adam, the bride’s maids and the Maid of Honor left to get to the venue, leaving Vivian in the room for the organizer to call for her to head to the hall where the ceremony would be held. In the silence of her room, Vivian walked around and waited until she heard her phone beep.

It was a message from Bruce, telling her: Don’t come out. I’m coming to you.

“Bruce?” Vivian turned just as she heard the door open. 

“Viv,” she heard his voice.

He had a blindfold to cover his eyes yet he was still able to navigate through the room by listening to the sound of her voice. When he reached her, Vivian held his hands and got on her toes to place a light kiss on his lips. She didn’t want her lipstick to stain, else everyone would find out he visited her.

“Hello, my love,” Vivian greeted.

“I missed you,” said Bruce.

“I missed you too.”

“I heard from Adam what happened earlier this morning.”

“Oh, did you now? Realized how chaotic we are and wanna back out?”

Bruce wrapped his arms around her and said, “Never. I think a simple sibling quarrel doesn’t top to the things we have to deal with on a daily basis.”

“It’s not Gotham if we don’t have the Joker running around with his Joker Gas or Polkadot Man killing people because they’re wearing polka dots – anyway, did anyone wear polka dots? I don’t want this to be another murder case we have to solve.”

Bruce chuckled. “Didn’t see anyone. Barry and the others are here, Queen made a spectacle with his gift.”

“What did he give us?”

“Don’t know but it’s huge.”

“And what did you say when they asked whose side they’re from.”

“Depends whose asking. If it’s from your side then the League are from my company. If it’s from my side asking then they’re your guests.”

“Quite odd for a professor in symbols and icons, history and literature to be friends with a forensics scientist, an Airforce pilot, a detective from another city.”

“What can I say, my wife is a people person.”

“And Dick’s guests?”

“Wally, Donna, and Roy are here. And they’re enjoying their stay too. They’ve been hanging out at the pool.” 

“I can’t believe we’re actually going to pull this off.”

“Which one? Mixing the League with our civilian guests or the fact that we’re fooling them to think we’re not yet married.”

“Both.”

“Considering we’re already married, I might as well take a peek –”

“No! Nope!” Vivian stopped him from pulling off the blindfold. “I want to see your face the moment I walk down the aisle.”

“Not fair, you already saw me.”

“I know, but you’re not wearing a really nice dress right now, so,” she shrugged teasingly.

Bruce leaned down and kissed her again. “I need to go.”

“I know.”

“I’ll see you at the altar.”

“See you there, Batman.”

Bruce left the room and after a couple of minutes, the coordinator came and told Vivian that they should head down. 

~*~

“Clark Kent, what a surprise to see you here!” Oliver Queen greeted the on duty reporter who was tasked to write a fluff-lifestyle piece about the wedding of the Waynes for the Daily Planet. Perry said that they were already planning on featuring the wedding, considering (A) Bruce Wayne was – technically – their boss, and (B) this was considered a big deal in Gotham and they want in the wave of the trend to drive readers to opening their website or buy their newspapers. It just so happens Bruce Wayne got wind of their plans and specifically asked for Clark Kent to write about it.

“I already got Rebecca to do it but what the boss says goes. So, Kent, get a suit and tie and get your ass to Gotham and write that piece. Bring Jimmy with you. Lois is going to be there too, Wayne and Pryor invited her.”

“Nothing suspicious to invite Lois Lane, Lois is a famous investigative journalist who has worked with Vivian Pryor on some of her research. But Clark Kent was not that known just yet. So, though he felt bad for Rebecca who was excited to attend a “"rich man's wedding” – her words – he was glad that he got the invite. 

“Mr. Queen,” Clark greeted and shook the mans hand, as if they didn't already know each other. 

“I've read your works. Big fan. Bruce invited you?”

“He specifically asked that I cover this for the Planet.”

“Ah,” Queen chuckled. 

Clark then smirked, an unusual sight from the man and from Superman. “And what about you, Mr. Queen? Close with the Mr. Wayne, Professor Pryor?”

“You mean future Mrs. Wayne?”

“I hear she's keeping her name.”

“I hear the stories differently,” a woman with black hair and wearing a fabulous midnight dress approached them. She had a familiar face, very familiar with many reportes taking a picture of the famous Las Vegas magician. Zatanna.

“I hear she's going to add Wayne to her name,” Zatanna continued.

“Your sources?” Clark asked, though he already knew, he just needed it for his article.

“The bride herself. She told us during her bachelorette party.”

“Zatanna,” Queen greeted, his smile then turned to a sidelop grin as he saw the crowd coming into the venue. He then whispered to himself, knowing Superman would hear. “Looks like everyone's here.”

All dressed in their best suits and dresses, the members of the Justice League came all in their civilian secret identities. Diana Prince came as a guest of Vivian with a backstory of being well acquainted with her as she both women were museum curators in the same field. Barry Allen didn't really have a story, he just goes with knowing the bride and groom, and with him was his girlfriend, Iris. Hal Jordan came and he was specific with being the bride's guest, not the grooms. Then J'onn, who came in his human-civilian identity too, arrived with a gift in his hands. Well, all of them had a gift but J'onn was the only one holding it. Luckily, one of the staffs noticed and offered to take it to be placed with the other gifts.

“Well, well, well,” Queen went to their crowd, but then his attention when to Dinah Lance who wore a beautiful eye-catching dress. “You dress-up well.”

“Gotta be ready for the press,” Dinah shrugged. “So, whose guest are you in this story? Bride or the groom?”

“Groom.” Not surprising considering Oliver Queen owns Queen Industries and is a billionaire, much like Bruce Wayne. It wouldn't be a surprise if he was in Wayne's circle of contacts. 

“Hey, have any of you seen Wally?” Barry asked. “He mentioned about staying at the hotel for the weekend. Haven't seen him since then.”

“Yeah, he’s with Roy and Donna, over there,” Queen pointed to the direction of the others who were part of the ceremony.

“How come they get to spend the weekend here?” Hal raised a brow.

“Vivian invited them,” Queen answered. “Dick asked her, then Vivian called us to ask about it.”

“Wally said that the beds here are twice the size of his own at home. And Vivian gave them permission to have fun too,” Barry chuckled as he remembered the video calls and the photos that Wally sent. 

“We best split up, people are starting to wonder why we're all gathered,” said J'onn.

“Agreed, besides,” Diana checked her watch. “The ceremony is about to start.”

“And Batman's been glaring at us this entire time too,” whispered Hal to everyone and pointed to the direction of Bruce standing with Alfred and Dick.

“Yeah, let's head to our seats,” said Barry.

~*~

“Unbelievable,” said Bruce under his breath as he watched the members of the Justice League take their seats at the back.

Dick chuckled. “Starting to think my guests are more well behaved?”  Wally, Donna, and Roy arrived early to the venue – considering Dick asked if they could stay over the weekend with them in their own hotel room – and were at their places as flower girl and guys. They didn't have anyone to ask for the roles and the teenagesr were willing to pick up the role too. 

There was a roomful of guests, which was odd since Bruce and Vivian didn't really have many relatives but for their close families Adam, the twins, Alfred and Dick, and all were part of the ceremony. The Kanes were relatives of Bruce from his mother's side but only a few familiar ones were invited, including Kate Kane and her father, Jacob Kane. While they were not entirely close with their age gap and Bruce's introverted lifestyle, he should at least invite his first cousin and his uncle – who was his mother's brother. 

The rest of the guests were either close friends, colleagues, acquaintances, networks, a couple of Gotham's socialite families, and some investors and board members that Alfred advised him to invite to keep good relations. In Vivian's side, she only had a couple of people from her department – including which was Justin Kirk since she still considers him as a friend and told Bruce that he's gotten over her – then some of her old professors who kept in touch, there was also the Dean from Gotham University who was a good friend of Vivian, and then some of her professors and mentors when she had a semester in Italy. One of which was Sebastian Rossi.

Then the rest were the press who wanted to cover the wedding: Gotham Gazette, the Daily Planet were some of the few media present.

The music began and he saw the officiator walking the aisle to approach the altar, followed by Dick who was both one of his Groom's Men and the ring bearer, then Alfred who walked there solo. Then the Groom himself. 

There were many flashes of cameras as Bruce walked the aisle up until he took his place there. 

As the Bride’s Maids and the Maid of Honor appeared and took their place at Vivian's side, Bruce took a breath, knowing that the bride will be there soon. He smiled when he felt Alfred's hand on his shoulder. 

“Chin up, my boy,” Alfred reminded him. “And smile. This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life.”

A joke, he knew, since he and Vivian were already married, still Bruce felt like the time he stood in the Batcave waiting for Vivian to come down for their wedding. It was a small, intimate, and secretive ceremony but it was perfect for them. 

But he wouldn't mind seeing her walking through those doors wearing another wedding dress too. 

“If I can, I would marry you all over again,” he told her during their first night as a married couple while they laid in bed under the moonlight. 

“Lucky for you, you will get the chance to marry me again,” Vivian said then.

The music started and the people turned to the closed doors to wait for the bride. When it opened, Bruce was awestruck. 

Dick was right to put that blindfold on him to keep the surprise because Vivian looked beautiful as she walked the aisle with her father. While she wore a veil over her, he could see her beautiful face smiling at him, and the details of the wedding dress she wore with the lace-sleeve and a flowing skirt. Her auburn hair was placed in a coiffure that was held together by flower and pearls, and then there was his mother's pearls too. It warmed his heart to see her accept the pearls.

When the father and daughter came to the altar, Adam took a breath. He faced his daughter and kissed her cheek through the veil, and then handed her to Bruce. Holding her hand, and, like their real wedding, he kissed her knuckles and whispered to her, “my love,” as a greeting. Bruce helped Vivian to his side and didn't let go of her hand throughout the ceremony.

The ceremony followed the traditional words from the officiator, unlike the one that Alfred made specifically for that night, and their vows were not too personalized as they preferred to keep their vows to themselves, but they did add something to ends of their vows.

“I, Bruce Thomas Wayne, take you, Vivian Claire Pryor, as my wife, my friend, and my partner to have and to hold. In sickness and in health. For richer and for poorer. To love and cherish. Even in death, I promise to uphold these vows. My love, my life.”

When it was Vivian's turn, she couldn't find it in her to speak with the large crowd listening to her vows to him. Seeing her struggle, Bruce shielded her from them by putting his back to everyone and hiding her.

“I'm here. There's only me,” Bruce said to her. “There's only us.”

Vivian held his hands tight and found the courage to speak: “I, Vivian Claire Pryor, take you, Bruce Thomas Wayne, as my husband, my friend, and my partner to have and to hold. In sickness and in health. For richer and for poorer. To love and cherish. Even in death, I promise to uphold these vows now and forever. I have given you my heart, Bruce, from the moment we met, and you have taken care of it since then. I promise to do the same with you.”

Bruce smiled and kissed her forehead through the veil, which earned a cough from the officiator and from Alfred. Veronica and Dick snickered that he was reprimanded for it. Returning to his place, the ceremony continued and the exchange of rings came. Since they were supposedly not married yet, they had to give their wedding bands back to Dick so he would present them during the second wedding. 

With the final words to seal their marriage, and the signing of the certificate was held, the officiant finally said, “you are now husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Bruce lifted the veil off of Vivian, which made them laugh as the memory of their real wedding came back and this mirrored when she removed his cowl. Cupping her face, he leaned down and kissed her deeply and passionately. Cheers and an applause were heard from the crowd, and it grew as her arms wrapped around him and Bruce around her body to tilt her down a little. 

Vivian laughed at his cheesy actions but went along with it and kissed him again. Getting back up, Bruce still had his arms around his wife and just looked at her. Memorizing everything there was to take. He was indeed lucky. No one gets the chance to marry the love of their lives the second time.

“Finally Gotham official, how does it feel?” Vivian teased him.

“Relieving,” Bruce chuckled. “I I finally get to call you my wife. And you?”

“No words can say how happy I am right now that I married my best friend.”

Bruce smiled and kissed her forehead. “To the first case and our last,” he whispered.

“Now and forever,” Vivian replied.

~*~

The photos were taken around the venue with the bride and groom finally having their shot together, and some with their families. With Bruce, he had to call for Alfred to be in the family photo as the man have always been modest about who Bruce's family was. Dick too had to be called for the photo and Vivian held him right at the middle of her and Bruce.

“I'm not a kid anymore, Viv,” Dick muttered, knowing that it's kids that take those places in photos.

“Well, kiddo, you'll always be one to me,” Vivian teased him. “ You look dashing today too. Did Alfred fix your hair?”

“Yeah, took him a long time too,” Dick muttered.

They smiled and the photo was taken with the whole family, then just as everyone was heading to the reception, Vivian asked the photographer to take another one but this time just the Wayne Manor household. Hidden from the others, they found a spot with the view of Gotham as their background. As the photographer fixed their placements, Dick asked if he should call for her family for their individual shot as well, but Vivian said to them, “If only you were of age, I would have wanted our little wedding just the four of us. That's how it's been since then, right? The four of us in that Manor having each other's backs.”

Dick chuckled. “Well, sorry if I wasn't eighteen.”

“Twenty-one,” Bruce corrected him. “Just to be official in all states. But I agree, I would have also liked it if it were just us.”

“And see this as our first family photo?” Vivian shrugged. “Official family photo.”

“Official family photo, huh,” Dick smiled. 

~*~

Vivian was famished by the time they sat down at their table in the reception. Luckily, the food was already there when they arrived and she wasted no time in taking the first bite. After their meal, the program started with the host, Veronica, calling for the speeches from the Best Man, the Maid of Honor (herself), then Vivian's family who had something to say to the couple.

Alfred’s speech was quick and simple, as the man already said what he wanted to tell the couple during the night of their first wedding. Besides, he can't possibly tell the crowd all that he said then he’ll be telling Gotham who Batman is if he did. Nor can he mention the moment he knew it was a serious relationship, which was when he walked into Bruce and Vivian one morning in the middle of sex, thinking he needed to evict Vivian from his master's quarters. Those details were best left for them four. 

When he mentioned he said it that night in their toast at the manor, everyone laughed at Bruce and Vivian for such an embarrassing moment. 

At the end of his speech, Alfred raised a glass to Vivian and said, “To the new Mistress of Wayne Manor. I know perfectly well that she and this family are in good hands with her. May you continue to light our dark corners.” Literally and metaphorically.

As Alfred returned to his seat, Vivian got up to give the man a hug and whispered to him, “Thank you, Alfred. And please, don't call me Mistress.”

Alfred chuckled. “Will Mrs. Pryor-Wayne suffice?”

“That's a mouthful, you can still call me Vivian, like you normally do. You're family are after all. And my drinking buddy.”

Adam and the twins’ speech were very English, with their humor and sarcasm, and the twins almost outing their sister's escapades during her teenage years. But at the end of it, Olivia took the microphone from her brother and said in a serious tone: “After Mum�� gone… we had to deal it in our own ways. And I know you were hurting too – it was you and Mum for a long time, after all. Oliver and I just came because Dad’s pullout game is most probably shite.”

“I cannot believe she just said that in front of the press,” Lois whispered.

“Don't worry, Gotham's gonna love it,” Veronica chuckled.

Olivia continued: “ — and though you were lost during that time too, trying to understand why the hell it happened, you never abandoned us. We got photos of Mum at the house, and Oliver and I got our moments with her too but what I can say is you were our Mum too, Vee. You were hurting but you put us first, trying to bring us out of that pit even if it meant you being left behind. And when I first saw that big fucking house you've been staying at, and the man you were dating…

“I know what pain looks like. I know the look of someone's eyes when they've been through so much, but like me, Oli, and Dad… he was healing. You were helping him heal. You have a tendency to do that, bring people out of whatever pit they're in. I know you did for me when I was in that place.” Olivia raised her glass to the couple. “I'm just glad that you can finally have someone who will be there to help you out of that dark place too. You're in good hands Wayne, so please take care of our Vee too… and just a reminder to you, I am part of the Royal fucking Army, so I know a hundred ways on how to hurt a person. Can't say for Olli, though, maybe he'll throw a book at you or use his pen to stab your eye?”

“Oh, fuck you,” Oliver scoffed at his twin. “May I remind you, I punched someone.”

“And you broke your knuckles too.”

They were both pulled off the platform by their father and back to their seats beside Vivian.

After the slicing of the cake, their first dance as a married couple. When the music played, Vivian couldn't believe it and Bruce only smiled and held out his hand to her. It was the song they danced to during their first date. The upbeat blues and jazz surprised the guests. They didn't imagine that this to be the first dance that Bruce Wayne would have with his wife.

“This isn't exactly the right dress, Bruce,” Vivian laughed as she held the skirts of her dress. 

“We'll make it work,” Bruce took her hand and Vivian spun around, just as she did that night. They danced to the music, just as they did in their first date, but this time Bruce wasn't just following her lead, he knew the steps, it was like he practiced for it.

“Did you take classes or did Alfred teach you?” Vivian teased when she was close to him.

“I asked him. And Dick too,” Bruce replied. “And after watching you and Dick dance around in the sitting room, I know what I have to do.”

“Ever the quick study, huh?”

“This isn't just for Gotham, Viv. This is for us too, and I can be romantic when the occasion needs it.”

“Bruce, you're always romantic,” Vivian kissed him. 

The music eventually turned to a mellow tune and Bruce had her in his arms as they swayed to the song. It was the one that they originally picked as it was his favorite record in his mother's collection. He remembers his parents playing it in the sitting room and his father would ask his mother for a dance every time. 

In that moment, as he held his wife in his arms, Bruce felt the warmth of her magic enveloping them. A smile crept to his lips and he leaned down to kiss her again.

~ Extra Ending ~

As the celebration neared the couple gave their thanks to each table of guests that attended. By the end of it all, those who were left in the venue were just members of the Justice League who went to the room that Bruce had booked for their privacy and were drinking away.

When the couple entered the private room, Queen raised his glass to them and said, “and we thought you already abandoned us and headed straight for the honeymoon.”

Clark approached Bruce and patted him on the back to say congratulations.

“Who knew Spooky here had moves,” Hal teased. “Is that how you take down your bad guys? A little dance off in the streets of Gotham?”

Bruce frowned and hummed in response. 

“Congratulations to you both,” said Zatanna.

“So, what's this meeting for?” Barry asked.

Dick chuckled from the private bar he and his friends settled at. “Some ground rules before he goes off grid,” he said.

The League groaned.

“It'll be quick,” Vivian reassured them. “Then we can drink.” She carried the skirts of her wedding dress and sat on the chair that Bruce pulled out for her and where Dick placed a glass of scotch for her. “First, thank you for coming. It really means a lot to us.”

“Really? Can’t say this idea was from Bruce,” Queen chuckled.

“It is. It's to make up for not inviting everyone to the first wedding,” Vivian winced. “We wanted it done quickly, and Clark and Diana were practically in and out once the papers were done. So, not much were missed. And, we really do want you here.”

“We are honored to have the chance to celebrate this with you both as well,” said Diana. 

“Yeah, it's not everyday you see the Bat not glaring at people,” said Zatanna, teasingly. “So, where are you both off to for the honeymoon?”

“He won't tell me,” Vivian sighed. “Who knows, but it'll just be two weeks tops. Which means Gotham needs someone to oversee her while Batman is on vacation, and we kind of need your help.”

Silence came to the room, and one moment they were looking at Vivian and the next they turned to Bruce. 

“Did you seriously just ask your wife to ask us for help to watch over Gotham?” Dinah said.

Bruce hummed.

Clark chuckled. “Help isn't in his vocabulary.”

“And that's why I'm here,” Vivian held Bruce's hand that rest on her shoulder. “I'm his translator.”

“No, we want to hear him say it,” Zatanna smirked.

“Agreed,” said Diana.

“Say what?” Bruce asked.

“Ask us for help,” Queen answered.

Bruce hummed in annoyance and glared at them. “Dick will be on patrol for most of the time with Alfred in the background. He's already proven himself to be capable of doing so. But if the situation arises, he will need back up.”

“Wow, and not a single word in there is help,” Barry snorted. 

“How hard is it for you to just say, I need your help?” Said Queen.

“Come on, Bruce, just say: help me. That's shorter,” Zatanna smirked. 

“Uh, guys, let's not…” Clark trailed off as he watched Bruce's glare narrowing at everyone.

“Banana muffin,” Bruce grumbled.

“What the fuck?” Vivian turned to him, utterly confused. “Are you hungry or something?”

“Superman, banana muffin,” Batman grumbled.

“I don't get it,” said Hal. 

“It's…” Clark sighed. “It's our code word whenever he needs help.”

Utter silence came to the room. 

“You have a safeword with Clark?” Vivian blurted out. “The hell? How come he gets a safeword?”

“Never needed one with you,” said Bruce. Because he can always ask Vivian for help.

But to everyone else it gave off the wrong meaning. 

“Ew!” Dick groaned and hid his face in his hands. “Now you see what I deal with everyday in the manor,” he told his teammates.

Wally breathed through his teeth. “That is not what I was expecting.”

“Which one? That Batman and Superman have a safeword or the fact Batman just revealed to everyone his sex life?” Roy muttered as he drank his beer that was in disguise as apple juice. 

“Both,” said Donna.

“You two going off to your honeymoon is a vacation for me!” Dick exclaimed.

“Close enough,” J'onn chuckled.

“We'll help out Dick with patrols. We'll take turns,” said Superman to Batman. “Don't you two have a flight to catch?”

“We'll use our jet,” Bruce said.

“That's still weird for me,” Vivian muttered. “Just a couple of months ago, the most expensive thing I own was my car and my condo. Now I have a freaking jet?”

“And a yacht,” Dick added. 

“Dick, you're in charge,” Bruce told the boy. “But also listen to Alfred.”

Dick grinned. “Finally, some trust!”

“I also trust that the gifts are still there when we get back,” Vivian told him.

“I promise!” 

“And your homework.”

Dick sighed.

Vivian yawned. “I don't know about you all but I want to head to bed.”

“You can sleep in the fight,” said Bruce.

“I will, but first one drink for everyone?” 

“Fine, one drink.”

Vivian waved her hand and all their glasses refilled with their preferred drinks, and Bruce with his ginger ale. 

“To Mr. and Mrs. Wayne,” Barry raised his glass for a toast.

“Actually, it's to Mr. Wayne and Mrs. Pryor-Wayne,” Bruce corrected him.

“Really?” 

“Yes.”

“But for tonight, I don't mind being called Mrs. Wayne,” Vivian getting up, she kissed her husband. “And our honeymoon too.”

“To Bruce and Vivian,” Clark raised his glass.

They raised their glass to that and drank. Then Vivian turned to Bruce and said, “To you, my love.”

“And you, my love,” Bruce clinked his glass with hers.

[fyonahmacnally]

#1 - Mike:

Her phone buzzes causing it to nearly vibrate off her nightstand and onto the floor. She catches it just in time and blearily stares at the bright screen to see who the fuck is calling her at midnight. Deep down, she knows it is likely one of two people. Her girlfriend or her best friend. Knowing Veronica and the number of times Lena has bitten her head off for late night booty calls, it’s likely the latter. Rubbing her eyes to help focus, she is proven correct. It’s Kara. If her best friend is calling this late, it can only mean one thing. 

“What has the jackass done this time?” Lena groggily croaks into the phone. “Do I need to hire someone to beat his ass?” She rolls over in bed, resting the phone on the pillow next to her as she puts it on speaker.

Soft sniffles drift into the silence before Kara’s tired voice can be heard. “He came home drunk again. This time he had lipstick on his face and his collar.” Muffled movement can be heard in the background as a door closes. “He’s passed out on the couch now since I refused to let him in the bedroom or our bed. Why do I keep putting up with his shit?”

Lena sighs, rolling over and placing her phone on her chest. “Because you love him. Same reason I have put up with Roni’s shit for so long. Either that or we are gluttons for misery and mistreatment.” A humorless laugh reverberates between them. “Do you want to come over? We can cuddle and commiserate in my comfy bed.”

A quiet sob escapes Kara’s throat on the other end of the line. “Y-Yeah. I’d like that. W-Where’s Veronica?”

“Who the fuck knows? We had a fight last night and I haven’t talked to her since.” Lena scoffs and shuffles out of bed to turn a lamp on in the living room. “Just use your key. I turned a light on for you and will be keeping the bed warm.”

They both chuckle and hang up. Lena crawls back in bed to wait for her best friend. 

#2 - Veronica:

A few weeks later, Kara is up late watching a movie. Mike is god knows where. The story this time is he’s out with some coworkers after their shift at the bar. She’s pretty sure he’s fucking the other bartender, Imra. She can’t prove it, but there’s too much circumstantial evidence for it not to be true. He has already been sleeping on the couch since the last incident and she’s getting incredibly close to kicking him out of her apartment. Not that he really lives there anyway, he just stays there most of the time.

A long sigh of irritation huffs out as her phone chimes with a text. She glances at the time on her cable box to see it’s almost one in the morning. Her chest twinges because she knows it’s likely Lena and that means Veronica is up to her bullshit again. Grabbing her phone from the coffee table, she taps the notification. She does her best not to laugh, but can’t hold back when she sees an angry emoji followed by a string of expletives. Instead of responding, she hits the call button.

“So she decided tonight would be a good time to give you unsolicited advice about your own career and let you know she won’t be attending the gala with you on Saturday?” Kara says, listening to her best friend growl with unbridled anger on the other end. “What did she think she was going to get in response? A hug? A thank you? Fuck, sometimes I think Veronica has the emotional intelligence of a shoestring.”

The last sentence makes Lena pause in her rant and a sudden burst of laughter comes across the line before it quiets again. “Oh Kara, thank you. I needed that. I can always count on you to make me laugh. To answer your question, I have no idea what she was expecting. It almost seems like she is trying to piss me off.” A slight pause and a door closing sounds across the line. “Sometimes I think she does shit like this simply because she likes makeup sex. Why in the hell do I put up with that woman?!”

“Maybe it’s some twisted way of punishing ourselves? Sometimes I think I somehow deserve it. I mean, I always forgive him. Is that giving him permission to keep doing it?” Kara sighs, rubbing her forehead in shared annoyance. “It’s been two years and nothing changes. It makes me wonder what the final straw will be.”

Read the rest on AO3. Link above.

[divergentmisfit-fandomsblog]

Fic Idea…

What if… in one of the earlier curses, their cursed personas had switched? So that Emma is Madam Mayor of Storybrooke, Henry searches for his birth mother Roni, & Roni had opened another bar in Boston. Henry brings Roni back to break the curse. Would you read it?

*** Edit as this is getting some interest on the X bird app, I’ve decided to go ahead and write a fic for it. ***

[planesky]

“Ceasefire!”

Ok. Bring back the hostages.

Abraham Munder, 78.

Samer Fuad El-Talalka, 22.

Bilal Alziadna, 21.

Hamza Alziadna, 22.

Yosef Hamid Alziadna, 53.

Joshua Loitu Mollel, 21.

Sujith Nissanka, 48.

Chaim Peri, 79.

Yarden Roman Gat, 36.

Elad Katzir, 47.

Hannah Katzir, 77.

Oded Lifshitz, 83.

Amiram Cooper, 84.

Ronen Engle, 54.

Yuval Engle, 11.

Mika Engle, 18.

Carina Engle-Bert, 51.

Abigail Idan, 3.

Tamar Gutman, 27.

Channa Peri, 79.

Nadav Popplewell, 51.

Emilia Aloni, 5.

Daniel Aloni, 44.

Yuly Konio, 3.

Ema Konio, 3.

Sharon Aloni Konio, 34.

David Konio, 33.

Shlomi Ziv, 40.

Yahel Gani Shoham, 3.

Nave Shoham, 8.

Tal Shoham, 38.

Adi Shoham, 38.

Noam Avigdori, 12.

Sharon Avigdori, 52.

Shoshan Haran, 67.

Itzhk Elgarat, 68.

Alexander Dancyg, 75.

Inbar Haiman, 27.

Omer Shem Tov, 21.

Raz Ben Ami, 57.

Ilana Gritzewsky, 30.

Tsachi Idan, 51.

Elma Avraham, 84.

Or Levy, 33.

Guy Gilboa-Dalal, 22.

Gadi Moshe Mosez, 79.

Adina Moshe, 72.

Tamar Metzger, 78.

Yoram Metzger, 80.

Noa Marciano, 19.

Roni Krivoi, 25.

Tal Goldstein, 9.

Gal Goldstein, 11.

Agam Goldstein, 17.

Chen Almog-Goldstein, 48.

Daniel Gilboa, 19.

Eitan Yahalomi, 12.

Ovad Yahalomi, 49.

Ella Elyakim, 8.

Dafna Elyakim, 14.

Evyatar David, 26.

Raz Katz Asher, 4.

Avis Katz Asher, 2.

Doron Katz Asher, 34.

Efrat Katz, 68.

Alon Lulu Shamirz, 26.

Maya Regev, 21.

Itay Regev, 18.

Shani Louk, 22.

Omri Miran, 46.

Alon Ohel, 22.

Hersh Golden-Polin, 23.

Maya Leimberg, 17.

Gabriella Leimberg, 59.

Fernando Marman, 60.

Clara Marman, 63.

Bar Kuperstein, 21.

Noa Sharabi, 16.

Eli Sharabi, 55.

Four Angel, 18.

Yossi Sharabi, 53.

Moran Yanai, 40.

Adrienne ‘Aviva’ Siegel, 62.

Ron Sherman, 19.

Ditza Haiman, 84.

Elia Cohen, 26.

Elkana Bohbot, 24.

Agam Berger, 19.

Ohad Ben-Ami, 55.

Nick Beiser, 19.

Yuval Brodetz, 8.

Oriya Brodetz, 4.

Ofri Brodetz, 10.

Hagar Brodetz, 40.

Naama Levy, 19.

Almog Meir Jan, 21.

Liraz Assulin, 38.

Karina Ariev, 19.

Noa Argamani, 19.

Or Avinathan, 30.

Liri Elbag, 18.

Mia Schem, 21.

Yaffa Adar, 85.

Omer Wenkert, 22.

Carmel Gat, 39.

Kfir Bibas, 9 Months.

Ariel Bibas, 4.

Shiri Bibas, 32.

Sahar Kalderon, 16.

Ofer Kalderon, 53.

Louis Har, 70.

Want peace? Want us to ceasefire?

Bring them back!

[vaperarmand]

wait omg in my beautiful rpf world lbf is het and veiws the Assad leg humping as a totally not gay thing that just happened but that reminded me of Tony ronis gay bar for straight men.. https://www.tumblr.com/thegaymertrainer/711334945758593024/if-you-come-in-you-dont-have-to-come-out?source=share <- this is lbf to me

YOU UNDERSTAND ME

[poisonappleeater]

Roni Mills x Reader HCs

because good lord I cannot be bothered to write a cohesive narrative atm

-you two met shortly after Kelly left the bar, and soon into your romance, Roni confided in you about the difficulties of running the bar without her former best friend, and you fell head over heels for her that night

-since you really cared for her and wanted an excuse to spend all day with her you offered to help out at the bar IMMEDIATELY

-(I know because of the curse that this doesn’t align with canon but just go with it !!)

-so you two shared your first kiss after you helped out your first night, Roni was just staring at you as you were going to leave the bar

-before you could push the door open, you feel Roni’s hand gently placed on your arm, and she says, “Wait.”

-you turn and you two come closer to one another before Roni asks for your permission to kiss you

-and you just nod because good god you’ve been waiting to do this for weeks

-the kiss is sweet and tender and you feel your stomach contract in ways you didn’t even know it could

-so yeah that’s how you became an official couple (of course, you had a communicative conversation after that kiss)

-I can’t really explain why but she would DEFINITELY give you a noogie and then a kiss because why wouldn’t she ???

-loves messing up your hair in general

-you two run the bar together

-you two share an apartment upstairs

-on days when her curly hair gets frustrating, you help her tame it and she is SO grateful for it

-if you’re wearing jeans, she’ll pull you in by the belt loops to kiss you

-doesn’t mind PDA, she initiates it more actually

-you gawk at her swollen arm muscles on days when she gets home from the gym and oh my god she loves flustering you, picking you up just to show off her strength and make you melt in her hands

-you’re the only one who calls her “Ron” and no one else would ever dare try and use that nickname for her

-sometimes you wear this black button down that she’s OBSESSED with just because you look so good wearing it

-on those days you can expect her hands running all over your arms, your back, extra possessive kisses because you’re hers

[rockonlavender]

ISO of Swan Queen fics where Emma is off to search for Regina, who now believes she’s Roni the bar owner. Similar trope )or amy trope) where Emma finds her and they end up falling for each other (again)

[sqsupernova]

Title: Milkshakes at Grannys and whiskey at Roni‘s Link: Click Here To View and Comment Artist: Iyashpia Find them on: -Twitter: MaskedQuill -Tumblr:

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Title: Milkshakes At Granny’s & Cocktails At Roni’s Link: Click Here To View and Comment Artist: divergentmisfit Find them on: -Twitter: divergentmisfit -Tumblr: divergentmisfit-fandomsblog

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Title: Milkshakes at Granny's and Whiskeys at Roni's Link: Click Here To View and Comment Author: SQDRABBLES Find them on: -Twitter: uglyducklingem -Tumblr: Rating: Mature Warning(s): Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Words: 10k Summary: The title is from CoalitionGirl's fic "From Like a Distant Star (I simply cannot hold)" Emma and Regina were in love, and then not. They should move on, but it’s hard to do when they share the same flat to run their business. (Emma works the morning at a diner, that flips into a bar that Regina runs)

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ISRAEL REALTIME - "Connecting the World to Israel in Realtime"

Mid day - Nov. 27

🔸HOSTAGE ESCAPED, GAZA CIVILIANS TURNED HIM IN… The abductee who was released yesterday, Roni Kariboy, says that the building where he was being held in Gaza was bombed and collapsed, and he himself managed to escape and for 4 days tried to reach the Israeli border. In the end he was captured by "Gaza civilians” who handed him over to Hamas. (!!!)

🔸RELEASE CONFLICTS, AGAIN… Reuters: Israel and Hamas have raised claims and concerns about the lists of abductees and prisoners of those who are supposed to be released today.  Both sides present objections.  Families have not been informed, indicating the list remains in flux.

🔸HAMAS GAMES (7)… Senior Hamas official Osama Hamdan told the Qatari channel: "The discussion on extending the ceasefire depends on finding more hostages in Gaza.  (( They lost them? )). A diplomatic source told CNN that there are over 40 hostages who are not being held by Hamas ((that leaves about 150 to release — so what’s the problem? )).  In addition, there are some problems with the current pace of releasing the abductees. (( They prefer them to die first??? )))

🔸RELEASED HOSTAGE CONDITION WORSENS… Alma Avraham, add some tehillim (psalms) for her recovery.  “Soroka Hospital: her continues to worsen, her life is in danger.”

◾️PALLYWOOD 3.0… The Palestinians publish a video of a Gaza family that decided to continue living under the ruins of their home.  Except their clothes and implements (making coffee over a fire) are completely clean and dust free - fake, staged for the photographer.

◾️ISRAELI POLITICS… fighting between the elected coalition and the State Camp added for national unity over the adjusted war budget, which is up for approval today.  War cost: 26 billion shekels. 17 billion military costs,  8.8 billion civilian costs.

◾️ELON MUSK IN ISRAEL… visits Kfar Aza, sees the horror video.  Min. Of Communications says agreements “in principle” for use of Starlink satellite internet in Israel and Gaza.

◾️ISRAELI INTEREST RATES… likely to be lowered.

◾️ATTACK IN MITZPE YERICHO… A Jewish resident was attacked in the head with an iron bar by 3 Israeli Arabs garbage workers.  He was evacuated to Sha'are Zedek hospital, the attackers arrested.

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bts at a drag show/gay bar

i was already babbling abt how much i wanted to do this with my bias line and then y'all made me realize i should just make it a whole damn headcanons post so. welcome! here we are! here is my brainrot on how the boys would turn up on drag night at the gay bar 🏳️‍🌈✨ if this content is not for you, it costs $0 to just keep scrolling ✌️

knj: everyone expected that joonie bby would be flooded with attention from the people who came out tonight specifically in search of a tall, built daddy, but there's a group nobody saw coming that ends up swarming him first: the lesbians. they fucking love him, and he finds himself getting sucked into an hour-long conversation on the back patio about roni horn and rha hyeseok. he'll probably end up agreeing to start a book club with his new sapphic friends before the night is over (and he'll run into them all again the following weekend when he goes to support soyoon at one of her gigs lmao) 👭

ksj: entirely oblivious to what it looks like when a person is flirting with him, despite that being exactly what happens to him for quite literally the entire night. each time someone new walks away from the table, he'll turn back to yoongi and jimin with the same question: "okay, now surely that wasn't flirting, was it?!" only to be immediately told that yes, yes it was and no, nobody would sit through a 20 minute ted talk on the lore of maplestory if they didn't also want to sit on his dick. he'll argue til til he's half-hoarse from screaming over the music that there's no way everyone in the club could possibly be flirting with him - but frankly, he's not mad at the ego boost 🍆

myg: putting the suga in suga daddy, he's breaking hundreds at the bar to make sure everyone has a stack of singles to tip the queens, and alllllll the drinks are going on his black card. other than that he's pretty lowkey, mostly just sipping steadily at his whiskey and looking at his phone. when somebody finally gets nosy enough to lean over his shoulder and snoop, they realize that he's actively scrolling through his rotation of hookup apps and trying to match up people in the room to their profiles. might slip away for a sneaky link in the bathroom oop, but he'll be back in time to close his tab out 💳

jhs: full-send GAGGING at the queens and their dancing. he can't even stay in his seat because song after song he's jumping to his feet just so he can dramatically collapse to the floor with a gay scream, getting his life entirely with every new kick, flip, spin, and death drop. the word slaaaaaaaay! has never been shouted with more enthusiasm than it is tonight by this man, and he does not give a fuck that he won't have a voice tomorrow. once the show is over, he is the absolute center of the dancefloor, popping and locking and showing off his footwork like he was born to do it-- and the boys will definitely catch him practicing his duck walk at some point in the next week 🕺

pjm: without a doubt, he is the LIFE of the mf party, lost in the lights and outta his mind u kno?? it's literally just the like crazy MV, actually. will make everyone do shots as soon as they get in the door and then at least once an hour the rest of the night, if only because he really likes flirting (and by flirting i mean making out) with the shot boys. lbr he probably gets several shots poured or spat into his mouth, and if anyone's hopping up on the bar to get tequila sucked out of their belly button, it is absolutely this demon. and ofc he's bringing at least one person home with him - "it's gon' be a good night" indeed~ 😈

kth: disappears into the crowd a few songs into the set, but he texts the group chat that he's fine and just made some friends, so the night carries on without him. it isn't until the next performer is called to the stage - miss tata mic! - that everyone realizes he's befriended the queens, and they've done him up right: cinched for the gods, face beat to make his eyes even more smoldering than usual (...wait, did he bring his colored contacts from home?!), and moving fearlessly in borrowed six-inch heels. and of course, his choreo is flawless. he easily earns enough tips to pay yoongi back in full and then some 👠

jjk: the definition of 'happy to be here'. loves the lights, the music, the ~vibes~, all of it. he somehow knows every word to every single song, and the more drinks he has, the louder he's singing along. and the queens love him for being easy to fluster, the way even his ears flush with color when he blushes, so he gets a whole lot of ass and tiddies in his lap and his face (rewarded with generous tips, naturally). when the lights finally come on and everyone stumbles outside, he's a drunchies king, and he thinks the food from the truck in the parking lot is quite literally the best thing he's ever tasted. he repeatedly shouts 'DAMN!' up to the night sky, one fist swinging as he eats, until someone pours him into the car so they can all head back home 🍗