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yetanotherexhaustedalchemist · 3 months ago

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Rhyme Meadows' Story

Rhyme Meadows was born in the Queendom of Roses, the only child of Louis and Elizabeth Meadows. They were nobles - one of their great, great ancestors had apparently served the Queen of Hearts herself, and had been recognised for their loyalty. But the reason they were nobles wasn't really important - all that mattered was that they were. That's just how it was.Rhyme's parents were very proud of their heritage, but in reality, they weren't all that financially better off than the average upper-middle-class working family. They lived in a large house in a countryside town, their garden full of rose bushes of every color. (Rhyme's favorites were always the pink ones.)

As the only heir of her family's legacy and fortune, Rhyme, naturally, received the best education money could buy. She received private tutoring by experts in each field every morning. If the lesson material was particularly easy to understand, Rhyme would have finished her work before noon. She would leave her study room and eat lunch in her private miniature dining room. When she was younger, Rhyme would often ask her parents why she couldn't eat with them - their answer was that their heir needed to focus on her future duties, and they had business to attend to. She had her every need attended to, so she could be a dear and entertain herself, couldn't she?

Her parents, as a matter of fact, were always busy with something or another, and so Rhyme was left alone each afternoon. She had free reign of her bedroom, study room, library and play room, but human interaction was scarce to none. You could only play so many games without a playmate. When she was five, Rhyme began creating her own playmates - developing imaginary friends with vivid and crazy personalities, whose endless antics could keep her entertained forever. Next, she created a world for her friends to inhabit when she was not with them - their own little Wonderland. Rhyme took up painting, and she would spend hour after hour drawing maps, defining landmarks and history, and painting evolving scenery of their world on her walls. Her parents were surprised when they first saw her playroom, with its walls painted top to bottom with bizarre landscapes, but they ultimately decided it caused no harm and left her to it.

Another aspect of her training to be a lady was her extensive etiquette lessons. Which spoon and fork was which? What county is this lord or duchess from? How should you curtsy to greet them? And, above all, a good lady and child is seen and not heard, never heard. When adults were in the room, she was to listen quietly. When adults were talking, she should not be noticed. She wouldn't want to distract them, would she? (Rhyme stopped talking for the most part at eight.)

There was one brief exception to her monotonous lifestyle. When she had just turned eight a few weeks prior, Rhyme's parents sat her down and explained something briefly to her. A good lady of the house needed a husband, and so they had been looking into potential candidates for her to one day wed. The first of the candidates would be visiting their home the next day with his mother, and they would visit each day for the next two weeks, to allow the children to get to know each other, and the parents to discuss the possibility presented. (Rhyme honestly couldn't care less about the marriage stuff, she was just excited to finally, finally have a playmate.)

Despite her excitement, Rhyme was beyond nervous when she actually met her playmate for the first time. She was just as polite and proper as she had been taught to be, but the boy seemed so serious. And that wasn't even to mention his mother - she was as stern as ice. The introduction was tense to begin with, but when Rhyme and the boy were allowed to talk in her playroom, they quickly found common interests to talk about. He seemed somewhat confused by her detailed descriptions of her Wonderland, but he quickly began asking her questions about the land's governing system and residents, genuinely interested.

The escape from Rhyme's lifelong boredom was deeply needed. For the first time, Rhyme had a real, genuine playmate - someone that she considered her best friend, despite how recently they had met. And yet, as with all good things, it ended far too quickly. On the second-to-last day of the two week period, Rhyme was interviewed individually by the mother. It began with predictable, standard questions - questions Rhyme was well prepared to answer. But when the lady began asking more specific questions, Rhyme had no rehearsed answers to fall back on, and thus, she answered honestly.

As a result of her inexperience in social interaction mixed with her excitement of finally having a friend, Rhyme rambled on in her answers, detailing every corner of her Wonderland. At the time, she didn't notice the woman's eyes narrowing, yet Rhyme could recollect her destain perfectly in hindsight. The interview concluded, and Rhyme waited in her library until dinner. She thought she would see her friend again when she went down for dinner, but she did not. The next morning, Rhyme's parents informed her that the arranged marriage would not proceed. The lady had deemed the match unfitting. She would not be seeing her friend again. (Rhyme did not participate in any arrangements for potential partnerships from then on. Her parents handled that as well, and Rhyme was left to herself in her play area more than ever before.)

Now that she knew what companionship was like, solitude was more painful than ever. Rhyme would lose herself in her Wonderland entirely in almost every moment she was alone. Slowly, yet not slow enough for Rhyme to not notice it, she began to struggle to separate reality from illusion. She would drift into her own world at inopportune moments, but it was a necessary enough ability that Rhyme did not fight against it.

She was not surprised when she manifested her unique magic for the first time at age ten. Lost in a Daydream (It's Always Tea Time) allowed Rhyme to finally give her Wonderland a corporeal form, if only for a little while, if only for in small portions. The world she would pull into reality would 'loop' inside the small space where the spell was performed. To anyone inside it, the dream would seem infinite and inescapable. However, perhaps as an unconscious failsafe, each looping world contained a hidden puzzle - a secret riddle - that could be solved to be released from the dream's hold. (Ten, as her parents and other adults said, was remarkably young for a mage to master a signature spell. For all their amazement and praise, Rhyme did not consider her achievement to be anything impressive. It was born out of necessity, not of talent.)

As Rhyme grew older, she was given more responsibilities as the young lady of the house. Her new duties took up some of her free time, which was probably a good thing. Her efficiency in her work was hindered by her constant lapsing into fantasy, but even that was a positive for Rhyme. More time taken up by work meant less time to sit around and do nothing. (She had read every book in her library twenty times over. Half of them she had memorized from front to back. Her reading speed was remarkable, and she could finish five full length novels in one afternoon. They simply weren't meaningful time wasters anymore.)

By sixteen, Rhyme was outwardly the epitome of a graceful and demure young lady. With open ears, keen eyes and a closed mouth, and more booksmarts than most college students, she was admired by her parents' peers from all over the Queendom. Her only fault, it seemed, was her frankly odd mannerisms and ways of thinking, which seeped through the cracks at times. Sometimes, she would stare off into the distance, her eyes darting around as if she were in REM, and she would not hear her name being called. (Ultimately, it wasn't a substantial issue. Everyone had their faults. And a lady should be seen and not heard, after all.)

At seventeen, Rhyme received the second big break in her life. She was given the chance to study at the prestigious Night Raven College temporarily, as a representative for her country and family name. Yes, Night Raven was an all-boy's school, but she would not be the only one. A select few talented young women from across Twisted Wonderland were being given the same opportunity. And Rhyme took the opportunity, grabbing it quickly and holding it close. She would not let her second chance to form bonds of companionship go to waste.

Rhyme now stood among the other young women presented with this rare chance in the Mirror Chamber in the heart of NRC's main building. One the women was tall - taller than Rhyme thought a woman could be - with a playful smile and hair that fell in dark waves. One wore a white scarf, tight around her neck, with lifeless crimson eyes. One was pink-haired and bright, her mere presence bringing life to the room. There were more, too, and each of them was dressed in Night Raven College's famous ceremonial robes.

One by one, the young women's names were called, and they stood in front of the ominous Dark Mirror, which would look into their souls and place them in the best fitting dorm. Rhyme couldn't help speculate which she would be placed in (Octavinelle, maybe? Or perhaps Pomefiore?), but speculation did not help her nerves when her name was finally called. She stood before the Dark Mirror, and the face in the glass looked so intensely at her that she thought it could see through her.

"The nature of your soul is... Heartslabyul," the mirror decided, and Rhyme breathed a sigh of relief. There was a list of reasons she was happy to be in Heartslabyul, not least of which being the honor of being placed in the dorm inspired by the Queen of Hearts herself - the figure who gave her family their namesake and who every child in the Queendom admired from a young age. But she could also not deny that there was another, secret reason she was so pleased. She had been hoping to be in Heartslabyul since she had heard from her parents in passing conversation who Heartslabyul's remarkable housewarden was.

(Was it too much to hope that she may be able to reignite a friendship, even one that burned for just two weeks?)

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So, this is Rhyme's childhood. A few things to mention, yes, Rhyme is meant to be a love interest for Riddle. However, before that, she's just happy to have a friend. I don't imagine she'd even start developing romantic feelings for him until after Leona's overblot.

Rhyme's parents are certainly neglectful, at least emotionally. They don't intend to be, they're just very old fashioned and prioritise how outsiders view them more than they should. That plus them not really getting how children work led to Rhyme's ordeal.

She has some intentional parallels to Riddle, in of the sense that they were eight when things started a downward spiral, and ten when they developed their UN. (Mrs Rosehearts be out here ruining multiple children's childhoods.) Rhyme is aware that her accomplishment isn't as impressive as Riddle's, though, since Lost in a Daydream is a much less powerful spell than Off With Your Head.

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#twst oc #twisted oc #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #heartstabyul oc #my ocs #twisted wonderland oc #Rhyme Meadows

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calacuspr · 1 year ago

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TIMBERSPORTS® star Dee Hardwick a worthy role model for LGBTQ+ community

The beauty of STIHL TIMBERSPORTS® is the inclusive and collaborative community it engenders, alongside the dynamic and exciting nature of the competition.

The British Pro, Rookie and Women’s Championships took place at the Royal Three Counties Show in June, providing intense contest and entertainment for the watching crowds.

This fast-growing competition, which sees participants chop and saw wood against the clock, had its first British women’s event just last summer, 2022.

One of the most charismatic competitors is Dee Hardwick, who recorded personal bests in this year’s event and has set her sights on podium glory in future.

She explained: “I've played lots of different sports and loved a lot of them. This will be my 23rd year playing rugby and I've also played hockey, American football and done judo. You name it, I've played it. I'm a great believer in trying everything once.

“I was a medical rep for 10 years and I got furloughed during COVID. I was buying and selling chainsaws and flipping them and tinkering with them, just to keep myself sane.

“I just went on to the STIHL website for some bits and I saw an advert to come and try Timbersports. I'm a big strong girl and I thought hey, why don't I have a go at this? I went along to a trial day back in March 2022, and got selected for the programme. So, I've been doing it for just over a year now.

“Being big and strong is an advantage, but there's a lot of technique. Watching old videos of the first training day to now, it's just amazing how much the technique has changed. I loved it: it's very addictive.”

Last year's British Women’s STIHL TIMBERSPORTS® Championship saw a field of eight women taking part in three disciplines – the Stock Saw, the Single Buck and the Underhand Chop. Points are accumulated for the fastest times with the person with the most points after all disciplines being crowned the ultimate winner.

Watching Dee compete, it’s obvious that she is a performer, engaging the crowd and yet determined to do herself justice.

Last year’s Women’s Championship proved to be a special moment for Dee, as she recalled: “It was really humbling, actually. It's amazing because it's a little bit of history. I'm really for women doing sport and it was great to be part of an inaugural event.

“It was an amazing feeling being on the stage. I used to do Burlesque and a bit of stand up so being in front of a load of people wasn't that much of a worry for me and actually, I used it to feed off their energy.”

Camaraderie is unusual in high-level sport, but Dee has noted the bonds that have grown with her fellow competitors.

She added: “What's really unusual about Timbersports is that everyone is so friendly and everyone wants everyone to succeed.

“This is the first sport where there's no cliques. I've made some amazing friends from it and in fact, one of them is going to be my best woman at my wedding!”

As a gay woman, Dee is well aware of the responsibilities and barriers that occur in sport and the opportunity she has taken to be a role model for future athletes.

“I love pushing down boundaries. I love being out there and proving that, you know, you don't have to be a man to do this. It takes all shapes and sizes. Tall, short, fat, thin, gay, straight, it doesn't matter.

“It's a really welcoming community and it's just the most amazing workout as well. You are absolutely blowing by the time you've finished it.”

Dee is also proud to promote the LGBTQ+ cause and added: “I had my lucky socks on, which are a pair of rainbow striped rugby socks. It's nice to be unique, but it's not seen as an issue and it's not seen as a barrier. It's a great community and I would encourage anyone within their LBGTQ+ community to come and have a go.

“I still think it's really difficult for people to come out. Hopefully one day we won't have to have this conversation about who is LGBTQ+. But it's changed massively. Those perceptions are going and that's nice.”

Dee’s approach underlines the power of sport to teach valuable life lessons, building connections between communities and empowering those for whom sport can provide the confidence and the focus to allow them to thrive.

She added: “I'm just, Dee the ‘lumberjill.’ It's nice to be introducing a great sport to that part of the community.

“If someone says you can't do it, go out and do it twice, to prove it to them. If someone says no, you can't do that because you're a girl or because you're a boy, stick it to them. Go out, do it and show them that you can do it. If you enjoy it, go and do it. Do not let anyone tell you that you can't do something.”

After getting married, Dee will be back training and competing and has dreams of representing her country in international competition.

“I would love to be able to go abroad. It’s huge in America and Canada, and I'd love to be able to do that,” she said.

“Standing on top of the podium with an LGBTQ+ flag flying behind me would be absolutely amazing.”

STIHL TIMBERSPORTS® features six disciplines which you can find out about HERE and more information on tools used in TIMBERSPORTS® HERE.

#STIHL TIMBERSPORTS #women's sport #LGBTQ+#lumberjack sports #lumberjills #wood chopping

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agentcable · 2 months ago

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Chicago Fire Season 6 Ep. 11 "Law of the Jungle"

Casey and Severide disagree on how to respond to a time-sensitive rescue. Herrmann has trouble entertaining his daughter on "Bring You Child to Work Day". Brett meets a surprise guest at a spa getaway, courtesy of Dawson. Kidd's social life gets a boost.

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

Lieutenant Kelly Severide gives Stella Kidd her charger, which she forgot on the kitchen counter. She thanks him for bringing her to the charity event. He says he is sorry she blew off her date with Zach. She says he understood.

Gabby tells Sylvie they dropped off Bria's stuff. Her dad looks 10 years younger after rehab. She and her husband, Captain Matt Casey, are trying to reconnect using spa passes they got as a wedding gift.

Herrmann asks if they've seen his daughter Annabelle. She's in Chief Wallace Boden's office coloring. Herrmann runs into his office, saying he forgot it was "bring your daughter to work day." He calls Annabelle she doesn't know how long she can stay and leaves her with Connie as the crews go out on a call.

When they arrive, it is a Cohn County Sheriff van with a prisoner in the back. Kelly Severide and Matt Casey get the correctional officer out of the driver seat, but the inmate in the back kicks the cage behind him. They worry he'll break his neck. Severide orders him to stop kicking it. Casey opens the cage from the back and the inmate knocks Matt over. Severide holds him down until the police arrive. Matt rushes to the front of the van and they have to quickly get the man out, since there's no time to wait. Gabby and Sylvie find a pulse as Matt says they did what they could.

Back at Firehouse 51, Herrmann tells Casey he made the right call. Zach asks Stella to go on another date tomorrow. She agrees.

Gabby comes to see Matt in his office. The deputy is going into surgery. Matt wants to know if it would have made a difference if they made a quick pull from the start. She says it was hard to say, but there would have been no difference. The prisoner caused the damage, and they got him out alive.

Mouch and Otis walk into the dining area. Mouch is upset, so Otis tells Herrmann that he brought his daughter to work to show her around. Mouch sits beside her and tries to take the remote, saying they can find something to watch, but she won't move, and they watch kids' shows.

Outside, Squad is training when Chief Grissom arrives. He talks to Severide about the morning call. He wants to know who decided to leave the driver in harm's way. Severide says it was a group decision. Grissom talks to Boden and Casey. He says they messed up the rescue of the deputy. He asks them to explain what happened. Grissom asks Casey if the Squad Lieutenant agreed with him. Casey wants to know if Severide said something. A call comes in. Deputy Keefe died 20 minutes ago.

Matt talks to Gabby. He says he'll be at the vigil for the deputy tomorrow. Severide walks by and wants to talk. Matt is angry with Kelly. He told Grissom about their disagreement, but Severide says he would never betray him.

Outside, Grissom says Casey is struggling and suggests putting someone new in his position. Boden defends Matt and asks why Grissom is creating tension between Severide and Casey. Grissom promises to tell Boden if anything comes up. He asks the same in return.

Otis is watching TV with Annabelle when Sergeant Trudy Platt comes to see her husband, Mouch. She needs him to do some shopping. She says they're dealing with a triple homicide. Herrmann asks her not to mention it while his daughter is there. Trudy changes the channel and tells Annabelle she's a police officer. Annabelle asks if she has a gun. Trudy says she has lots of stories.

Gabby gives her spa passes to Sylvie, saying they can't use them because Matt has to go to the vigil. Sylvie asks Stella to join her tomorrow, but she has a date. Joe Cruz agrees as he walks by.

Stella finds Severide on the roof. She says he looked sad, so she went to check on him. A car pulls up and several men get out. They want to know where the firemen are. Stella and Severide ask what's going on. He says his friend is dead. He said Keele was counting on them and they let him down. Next time they need help, they need to remember that! Boden, Matt, and Gabby go to see Trudy at the precinct. She says the county guys were just blowing off steam. She can help until things calm down. She tells Matt he only had a split second to decide and to give them time. Matt wants to go to the vigil, if there's trouble, he'll leave, but he needs to pay his respects.

Cruz thinks Sylvie was being sincere, but Otis thinks it's too personal. If he messes this up, he won't be happy. Herrmann tells Stella and Mouch that his wife is unhappy because he didn't give Annabelle the real firehoue experience. They agree that there was too much TV. Stella says his daughter is smart. One day, she'll surprise him.

Matt and Gabby go to the vigil. Keefe's drunk friend says he was a good guy. He made everyone around him want to be better. They say they're there to pay respects. He introduces them to some guys.

Sylvie wants to be pampered, but Joe isn't there. She asks for advice about sending the wrong message. Mouch suddenly appears in his robe and tells Sylvie that Joe couldn't make it. Sylvie is embarrassed.

Stella and Zach are enjoying dinner, but she keeps talking about Severide. She asks to talk about something else, but as soon as Zach talks about something new, she brings up Severide again, saying he isn't an issue and they aren't romantically involved.

Kelly is at Molly's when Grissom shows up. He says he's getting a commendation for tackling the prisoner. Kelly doesn't know about it, so Grissom tells him to use it to his advantage. Severide says a sheriff deputy died and the captain is in trouble. Severide tells him to forget his father and forget this. He got this job to save lives. He needs to find someone else to do what he's doing. He isn't this guy.

Trudy brings Annabelle to Firehouse 51. She tells her dad she's a junior police explorer. Trudy tells him to show his hands. He gets a warning for not telling her he was going to work.

Severide brings Stella her charger to work. She thanks him for letting her stay, but she needs to find a new place. Connie calls him to Chief Boden's office. He says he'll pass on the commendation. Boden says he's never been in it for the glory. Severide says Grissom made the commendation to motivate him.

There's a call. All the crews and Haz-Mat are called out. Matt orders everyone to get back and Gabby to set up triage. Severide will lead the charge as soon as Haz-Mat clears the area. Zach and Severide go inside because it's a maze with victims inside. If the gases combine, there will be a huge explosion. Zach tries to shut off a valve, but it won't budge and blows him backward. Severide calls for Zach. Stella and Casey have three minutes to get everyone. Boden orders everyone to leave, but there's no way out. It's a maze.

Severide orders Cruz to take Zach out. He wants to go to the roof to shut off the valve. Stella gets the wounded woman out. Zach is being helped by Gabby and Sylvie. Casey rushes up the roof to help Severide. Matt and Kelly are holding the valve to let everyone out of the building. He doesn't know if Severide will get reprimanded or praised. Matt says he suggested the commendation, not Grissom. They look to see if they can run to the end of the building and jump into the water, and it explodes as they jump.

#USA #TV Serie #Action #Emergency #Drama #2018 #One Chicago #Chicago Fire

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bridegoalstheblog · 3 months ago

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Planning a Fabulous Reception-Only Wedding in the DMV Area: Ideas, Locations, and Timeline

Planning a wedding is one of the most exciting times in a bride's life, but it can also be a bit overwhelming, especially when it comes to budgeting. More and more brides are opting for reception-only weddings as a way to create a memorable celebration while keeping costs in check. If you're planning a reception-only wedding in the DMV (District of Columbia, Maryland, and Virginia) area, you’re in luck! The DMV offers a variety of stunning and budget-friendly locations to host your dream reception. As an expert wedding planner in the DMV, I'm here to guide you through the process with ideas, venue suggestions, and a sample timeline to help you plan the perfect day. Why Choose a Reception-Only Wedding? Reception-only weddings are becoming increasingly popular for several reasons: - Budget-Friendly: Skipping the traditional ceremony and focusing solely on the reception can significantly reduce costs. You can allocate more of your budget toward creating an unforgettable party atmosphere. - Less Stress: Without the need to plan a ceremony, you can focus all your energy on making the reception as fabulous as possible. - Flexibility: A reception-only wedding allows for more flexibility in terms of venue choice, timing, and guest list size. - Creative Freedom: With a reception-only wedding, you have the freedom to design the event exactly as you envision it, from the décor to the entertainment. Planning Your Reception-Only Wedding While a reception-only wedding may simplify some aspects of planning, there are still important details to consider. Here’s a step-by-step guide to help you plan the perfect reception: - Set Your Budget: Start by determining your budget. This will guide all your decisions, from the venue to the menu to the entertainment. Be sure to allocate funds for the essentials like food, drinks, décor, and photography. - Choose a Theme: Decide on a theme or style for your reception. Whether it’s rustic chic, elegant garden, or modern glam, having a theme will help you make cohesive decisions about décor, colors, and even the venue. - Create Your Guest List: With a reception-only wedding, you might be able to invite more guests than you would for a full-day event. Consider how many people you want to celebrate with and choose a venue that can comfortably accommodate your guest list. - Select a Venue: The DMV area is rich with beautiful and budget-friendly venues. Whether you’re looking for a charming garden, a historic mansion, or a modern event space, there’s something for every style and budget. - Plan the Menu: Food and drink are central to any great reception. Decide whether you want a formal sit-down dinner, a buffet, or something more casual like food stations or a cocktail-style reception. - Hire Vendors: Secure your vendors early, including a caterer, DJ or band, photographer, and florist. If you’re on a tight budget, consider hiring vendors who can offer packages or bundle services. - Create a Timeline: Plan a timeline for your reception that includes key events like the grand entrance, first dance, dinner, toasts, and cake cutting. This will help the evening flow smoothly. Budget-Friendly Reception Venues in the DMV Area The DMV area offers a wide range of venues that are both beautiful and affordable. Here are some of my top picks: - Rockwood Manor (Potomac, MD): Located in the heart of Montgomery County, Rockwood Manor is a historic estate surrounded by 30 acres of lush forest. It’s perfect for a rustic or garden-themed reception. The venue offers several event spaces, including a charming outdoor pavilion and a grand ballroom. - Rockwood Manor - Meadowlark Botanical Gardens (Vienna, VA): For a reception with stunning natural beauty, Meadowlark Botanical Gardens offers a serene setting with picturesque gardens, ponds, and walking paths. The Atrium at Meadowlark is an elegant glass-walled space that brings the outdoors in. - Meadowlark Botanical Gardens - District Winery (Washington, D.C.): If you’re looking for a chic urban venue, District Winery in Navy Yard offers a modern and sophisticated space with views of the Anacostia River. The second-floor event space features floor-to-ceiling windows, a private terrace, and plenty of natural light. - District Winery - Glenview Mansion (Rockville, MD): Glenview Mansion is a classic and elegant venue located in Rockville’s Civic Center Park. The mansion features stunning architecture, manicured gardens, and a large ballroom, making it ideal for a timeless reception. - Glenview Mansion - Oxon Hill Manor (Oxon Hill, MD): Overlooking the Potomac River, Oxon Hill Manor offers a stately setting with expansive lawns, formal gardens, and a grand interior. The venue is perfect for a reception with a touch of luxury, but without the hefty price tag. - Oxon Hill Manor Reception-Only Wedding Timeline Creating a timeline for your reception is essential to ensure the event runs smoothly. Here’s a sample timeline for a reception-only wedding: 4:00 PM - Guest Arrival and Cocktail Hour - As guests arrive, they can enjoy a cocktail hour with drinks and light appetizers. This is also a great time for guests to explore the venue and take in the décor. 5:00 PM - Grand Entrance and First Dance - The couple makes their grand entrance to the reception, followed by their first dance as newlyweds. This is a great moment to capture on video and in photos. 5:20 PM - Welcome Toast - A brief welcome toast is given by a close family member or friend, thanking guests for coming and setting the tone for the evening. 5:30 PM - Dinner Service - Depending on your chosen dining style (sit-down, buffet, or food stations), dinner service begins. If you’re having a sit-down dinner, consider serving a plated meal with several courses. 6:30 PM - Speeches and Toasts - After dinner, the floor is opened for speeches and toasts. Typically, the best man, maid of honor, and parents of the couple give speeches. 7:00 PM - Cake Cutting - The cake-cutting ceremony takes place, followed by dessert service. This is also a good time to serve coffee and tea. 7:30 PM - Dancing Begins - The DJ or band kicks off the dancing portion of the evening. Encourage guests to hit the dance floor and enjoy the music. 9:00 PM - Bouquet and Garter Toss (Optional) - If you’re including the bouquet and garter toss in your reception, this is the perfect time to do it. It’s a fun and lighthearted moment that guests will enjoy. 10:30 PM - Last Dance and Farewell - The couple takes to the dance floor for their last dance of the evening, followed by a grand exit. Whether it’s a sparkler send-off, a confetti shower, or something unique, this is a memorable way to end the night. 11:00 PM - Event Ends - The reception officially ends, and guests begin to depart. Make sure your transportation is arranged in advance if you’re planning to leave directly from the venue. Tips for a Smooth Reception-Only Wedding - Hire a Day-Of Coordinator: Even if you’ve planned every detail yourself, having a day-of coordinator can make a huge difference. They’ll handle the logistics, vendor coordination, and any last-minute issues, allowing you to enjoy your day stress-free. - Prioritize Entertainment: Since your reception is the main event, make sure your entertainment is top-notch. Whether it’s a live band, DJ, or even a photo booth, keeping your guests entertained is key to a successful reception. - Focus on Guest Experience: Think about what will make your guests feel comfortable and engaged. Consider having a lounge area, fun interactive stations like a photo booth (check out photoboothdmv.com for great options), or even lawn games if your venue has outdoor space. - Personalize the Décor: Even on a budget, you can create a beautiful and personalized atmosphere. DIY projects rented décor, and creative use of flowers and lighting can transform your venue into something truly special. - Plan for the Unexpected: Have a backup plan for everything, especially if you’re hosting an outdoor reception. Weather can be unpredictable, so make sure you have tents or an indoor space available just in case. Conclusion A reception-only wedding in the DMV area offers endless possibilities for creating a day that’s both budget-friendly and unforgettable. With stunning venues, thoughtful planning, and a focus on the guest experience, your reception will be the celebration of a lifetime. By following these tips and using the timeline as a guide, you’ll be well on your way to planning a reception that’s as unique and special as your love story. Remember, the most important part of your wedding day is celebrating with the people you love—so make it a day to remember! Read the full article

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lifestyleblogeruk · 1 year ago

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How to Choose the Right Wedding Hire Entertainment for Your Big Day

Your wedding day is one of the most important days of your life, so it's important to choose the right entertainment to make it truly unforgettable. Wedding hire entertainment can range from live bands and DJs to magicians and comedians, so there's something for everyone. But with so many options available, it can be difficult to know where to start.

Here are a few tips on how to choose the right wedding hire entertainment for your big day:

Consider your budget. Wedding hire entertainment can be expensive, so it's important to set a budget early on in the planning process. This will help you narrow down your options and avoid overspending.

Think about your guests. Who will be attending your wedding? What are their ages and interests? Choose entertainment that will appeal to a wide range of people.

Consider the venue. What kind of space do you have to work with? Some venues are better suited for certain types of entertainment than others. For example, if you're having a small wedding in a restaurant, you may want to choose a solo musician or DJ. If you're having a large wedding at a hotel ballroom, you may want to choose a live band or variety show.

Read reviews. Once you've narrowed down your options, read reviews of different wedding hire entertainment companies. This will give you a good idea of what other couples have experienced.

Book early. Wedding hire entertainment can book up quickly, so it's important to book early, especially if you're having a wedding during peak season.

Here are some specific wedding hire entertainment options that you may want to consider for your wedding in County Tyrone:

Wedding bands: County Tyrone is home to a number of talented wedding bands, playing a variety of genres, including traditional Irish music, rock, pop, and jazz. Some popular wedding bands in County Tyrone include The Tyrone Band, The Ulster Ceili Band, and The Emerald Isle Band.

DJs: DJs are a popular choice for wedding entertainment because they can play a wide variety of music and cater to different crowds. Some popular wedding DJs in County Tyrone include DJ Paul Rodgers and DJ Mark Smyth.

Magicians: Magicians can add a touch of magic and wonder to your wedding day. Some popular wedding magicians in County Tyrone include Magician David Knight and Magician Neil McClean.

Comedians: Comedians can be a great way to entertain your guests and make them laugh on your wedding day. Some popular wedding comedians in County Tyrone include Comedian Paddy Kielty and Comedian Michael McIntyre.

No matter what type of wedding hire entertainment you choose, make sure that it reflects your personality and style. Your wedding day should be a celebration of your love, so make sure that the entertainment you choose will help you create lasting memories.

Wedding Hire Entertainment County Tyrone

If you're looking for wedding hire entertainment in County Tyrone, there are a number of companies and entertainers to choose from. Here are a few suggestions:

Tyrone Wedding Bands: This company offers a variety of wedding bands to choose from, playing a variety of genres, including traditional Irish music, rock, pop, and jazz.

Ulster Wedding Entertainment: This company offers a variety of wedding entertainment options, including DJs, magicians, comedians, and live bands.

Tyrone Corporate Entertainment: This company offers a variety of corporate entertainment options, but they also cater to weddings. They offer a variety of live bands, DJs, and other entertainers.

Conclusion

Choosing the right wedding hire entertainment is an important decision, but it doesn't have to be difficult. By following the tips above, you can find the perfect entertainment for your big day that will keep your guests entertained and dancing all night long.

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 3 years ago

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I'm so excited to read everything for Summer of Love ✨ could i request prompt 37 + 53 with Tom? Maybe friends to lovers 👀

YES I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THE VEGAS REQUEST I AM SO EXCITED

Okay no more screaming but I seriously hope you like it! This is one of my favorite prompts so I was super excited to get to do it 🥰🥰 Anyways, thanks for sending it in, feedback, as always, is appreciated and encouraged. Love you so so much xx

Drive Thru Wedding

37 - Getting drunk and getting married in Vegas

53 - "We are not platonic, and my feelings are never going to be platonic."

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (friends to lovers)

Warnings: light angst

Summary: You had a drive thru wedding with your best friend

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Tom sat up, groaning and rubbing his eyes as light streamed into the hotel room. The room slowly came into focus and he spotted (y/n) passed out on his bed. He knit his brow and padded towards the window, pulling the blinds closed to try and dull his throbbing head. He made his way to the bathroom, wincing as he turned on the light. He splashed water on his face before realizing he was still in the same clothes he’d put on the night before. With a heavy sigh he returned to the bedroom and peaked at his phone. Calls and texts from his family and Harrison, nothing unusual outside of the fact that it was nearly noon.

“Shit,” he swore, glancing back over at (y/n), “Darling wake up,” he set a hand on her back, shaking her lightly.

She groaned, “Go away.”

“It’s nearly noon, come on, time to get up,” he chuckled.

“Fuck you,” she swore back at him before rolling onto her back, “I feel awful.”

“Yeah, me too,” he sighed, “I barely remember last night.”

“Me either. I hope I didn’t do anything embarrassing…”

“I’m sure you didn’t,” he assured, “We should go get some water, and eat.”

“Good call, but I need to shower first,” she yawned as she finally sat up, “Mind if I use your shower?”

“No, no of course not, I’m just gonna call Haz.”

“Cool, I’ll be quick,” she promised.

“Take your time,” he waved her off as he punched in his friend's number.

“Ah, he lives,” Harrison teased as he picked up the phone, “How’s (y/n)?”

“Showering, we’re both a bit fucked,” he frowned, “You aren’t in the suite are you?”

“No, we got breakfast and now we’re heading for the mob museum. We were going to wake you guys up but it seemed like you needed the sleep. You want to come meet us here?”

“Maybe, we’ve got to go eat first though,” he sighed, “Dude, what happened last night?”

“We all got really trashed, you and (y/n) were taking shots and you two took the driver and disappeared. We were all too trashed to even notice you were missing until we left though, but you guys were passed out when we got back to the hotel, so we figured you must have just headed back,” he chuckled, “Don’t remember a thing huh?’

“Hardly, I mean I remember being at the club for a while, but I don’t remember leaving…”

“Does she remember anything?”

“No, I don’t think she remembers anymore than I do.”

“That’s good, at least if you, you know, confessed something, she doesn’t remember.”

Tom blushed, “Yeah, that’s a plus…”

It was obvious to Harrison that something was wrong, “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Tom sighed, “I’ve just got this feeling something happened, I just can’t remember what.”

“Hey, I’m sure if you did anything too bad it’d be in the news by now. You probably just threw up or fell or something.”

“Probably, I just hope no one got it on video.”

“I’m sure they didn’t, look I gotta go, our Uber’s here, but let me know if you end up heading our way.”

“Yeah, no problem, I’ll get back to you in a bit.”

Tom rubbed his eyes and dug around his suitcase for some fresh clothes, after finding them he headed across the suite to use a different bathroom. He desperately wanted to clean up and figure out exactly what had occurred the night before. She still looked exhausted when they reunited outside of his room, he was sure he didn’t look any better.

“Everyone went out already huh?”

Tom nodded, “Yeah, they’re at the mob museum right now. They said we can meet up with them if we want, I figure we can see how we feel after we eat.”

“Good idea,” she rubbed her stomach with a sigh, “Do you think a mimose would help or hinder me right now.”

He smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, “Definitely hinder. I think both of us should be on an alcohol detox today.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” she sighed, “Alright, a boring, virgin breakfast it is.”

“Oh you poor thing,” he laughed as they stepped onto the elevator, “It’s just tragic.”

They both opted for something easy on the stomach, simple eggs and fruits, regretting that they didn’t bring sunglasses down from the hotel room. They were both certain they couldn’t make it through a day on the strip, the lights and noise were bound to be too much, which ruled out the possibility of going to meet their friends. Tom still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, it was an unreachable itch in the back of his mind.

“What do you remember from last night?”

“Uh, being at the club, doing some shots,” she tapped her chin, “I don’t know Tom, not much, it’s all kind of blurry really.”

“Same here. I just wonder where we were…”

“I’m sure we just came back here,” she yawned, “I mean you’re pretty high profile, if we were out doing anything crazy I’m sure we would have heard about it by now.”

“Yeah, probably…”

“Mr. Holland?” the waiter approached their table with a smile, “I have something for you from the front desk.”

“Oh, thanks,” he frowned at the manilla envelope placed in front of him, “Uh, who’s this from?”

“Your diver returned it this morning.”

“Thanks,” he repeated as he tore into the envelope, suddenly going wide eyed at its contents, “What the…”

(y/n) frowned and scooted towards him, “I wanna see.”

Before them laid a series of photos of them, clearly taken the night before at the Little White Chapel. (y/n) held a bouquet and Tom held her, his lips pressed to her cheek in one photo and her lips in the next.

“Holy shit,” (y/n)’s jaw nearly hit the floor, “No fucking way…”

“We must have been there for someone else,” Tom tried to explain.

“With a bouquet? Kissing?” (y/n) frowned at him, “Oh my god we eloped in Vegas!”

“Guess you can mark that one off your bucket list,” Tom tried to joke.

“Tom!” she flushed, “This is serious! We need to go somewhere right away and get this annulled!”

“Look even if we did do it, it doesn’t mean it was legally binding, I mean we were drunk, they probably just let us take some pictures to entertain us.”

“God I hope so,” she groaned, “We need to go down there now, get this sorted out right away.”

“I’ll call a driver,” Tom assured, “We’ll sort this out.”

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(y/n) drummed her finger along her arm nervously while the elder lady at the chapel typed away at her computer, checking if anything had been registered under either of their names.

“Oh, yep, here it is,” she smiled to them, “Looks like we did hold a wedding for you two last night.”

“Like a real, legal one?” (y/n) pressed.

She nodded, “Yep, you two are married.”

“W-Well you have to delete it,” she demanded.

“Oh hunny, I can’t do that,” she apologized, “You’ll have to go to the county court to apply for an annulment.”

She groaned and Tom smiled at the lady as he ushered her towards the door, “Thanks for all your help, have a nice day.”

“You’re welcome!” she called after them cheerfully.

“This sucks,” (y/n) pinched her brow as they returned to the car, “I guess we’re going to the county court then.”

“We’ll get this sorted out,” Tom blushed, “I just hope we can stay friends after the divorce.”

She laughed while he gave instructions to the driver, “Depends how big my alimony checks are.”

“Why are you the one that gets alimony checks? What about me huh?”

“Because there’s no way I make more money than you movie star,” she poked his chest, “I’m taking Tessa too.”

“Oh now you’re taking it way too far,” he shook his head, “You can take the kids, and the houses, and the money, but no way you’re taking Tessa.”

“Dick,” she shook her head, “After everything we’ve been through, I can’t even keep the dog?”

“Absolutely not,” he laughed, “That’s my baby, I’ll go to war over her.”

“You used to talk that way about me,” (y/n) rolled her eyes, “See this is exactly why we’re getting this divorce.”

“Maybe we should have tried counseling,” he hummed, “You know I don’t think it would be so bad.”

“A divorce?”

“No, if we were married,” he flushed, “I mean just cause we’re like best friends and everything…”

“Yeah but you don’t marry your best friend,” she laughed, “You marry the love of your life.”

“I know, I know, I’m just saying, you know,” he wrung his hands nervously, embarrassed he’d said anything at all.

“What? That’d we’d be a super hot celebrity power couple? Because that’s totally true,” she smiled, “We’d be the best dressed at every premier.”

“Yeah, we’d be a good power couple…”

“I’m sure you and your eventual wife will also be a power couple,” she squeezed his arm with a big smile, “Well, second wife.”

He nodded and pursed his lips, “Can you believe we kissed?”

She laughed, “Oh yeah, lucky you.”

He was upset he couldn’t remember their first, and possibly only kiss, he always imagined it would be more special. “It’s just weird not remembering any of it.”

“I just don’t even know where we got the idea,” she sighed, “I wonder if we drove by it or something…”

“I don’t know, maybe we just talked about it.”

“Maybe, like we got all drunk and got up in our feels.”

“Probably.”

“Tom, what's wrong?” she frowned at him.

“Nothing, I’m just hungover,” he insisted.

“Alright, well we can go lay down again after we sort this out.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

They were quiet the rest of the drive, with Tom growing more and more anxious as they approached the courthouse. It wasn’t that he wanted to be married, but he wanted some kind of relationship. He wanted to confess that he liked the idea of kissing her and being married to her and all of that, he just couldn’t seem to spit it out.

“Hi,” (y/n) smiled at the woman at the front desk, “This is kind of embarrassing but we got really drunk last night and ended up getting married, we just needed to file for an annulment.”

“Happens all the time,” she nodded, “Just fill this out and we’ll call you back to get this sorted out.”

“Thanks,” she took a clipboard and sat down beside Tom, “Time to start dividing assets.”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Tom took the board from her and began scribbling information down.

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad of a wife.”

“Ah, what’s got you in a sour mood Tommy?”

“Nothing,” he insisted, “I’m just trying to get this over with.”

“(y/n).”

“Fine, fine, I’ll just sit here,” she sighed, “Guess we aren’t getting divorce ice cream after this huh?”

Tom said nothing.

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Tom continued to be quiet as they signed papers and drove back to the hotel, all (y/n) could get with her were one word responses. She wasn’t sure what had changed and made him so upset. She was worried he’d gotten a message from his managers or something.

“Tom come on, you can tell me what’s going on,” she begged, “I know you're upset.”

“It’s nothing okay? I keep telling you I’m fine.”

“But you aren’t, I know you aren’t, and I’m just trying to help, you know you can tell me anything.”

He pinched his nose, “I can’t tell you about this.”

“Of course you can,” she set her hand on his back with a frown, “You can tell me anything.”

“I don’t know, today was just stressful.”

“I’m sure no one saw anything, somebody would have contacted you already.”

“Not about that,” he sighed.

“Okay, what about then?”

“What if I didn’t want to get the annulment?”

She wrinkled her brow in confusion, “Why wouldn’t you?”

“Because it’s you,” he blushed.

“You want us to have some kind of platonic marriage?” she laughed.

Without a word he cupped her face, pressing his lips to hers for a bruising kiss, “We are not platonic, and my feelings are never going to be platonic.”

Her whole face flushed and her jaw hung open in shock, “You’re into me?”

“I’m completely crazy about you,” he nodded.

“S-So you want to marry me?”

“No, no,” he shook his head, “Not right now at least. But I don’t want to throw away any chance of us being together.”

“Tom annulling our drunk Vegas wedding isn’t the same as throwing away any chance of us being together,” she bit her cheek, “I mean I think it’s pretty obvious that I’m into you.”

His cheeks flushed bright red, “Really?”

She nodded, “Obviously dummy, I don’t think I would have married you if I didn’t.”

He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, “So it would be cool if I wanted to take you on a date?”

“Very cool,” she nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, “But maybe this time we can wait a little longer for the proposal.”

“Yeah well a Vegas drive thru was never exactly my dream wedding anyway,” he squeezed her waist and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “Maybe we should go somewhere without alcohol though, just to be safe.”

“Considering my head’s still throbbing, I actually think I’m good on drinking for the rest of the year,” she got on her tiptoes, giving Tom another quick kiss.

“Speaking of which, how would you like to come take a hangover nap with me, girlfriend.”

“Sounds like a lovely use of our time, boyfriend.”

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koutarousangel · 4 years ago

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i wanna hold your hand.

prompt : 49. “tonight’s all about you” + 50. “can i hold your hand?”

genre : fluff !

warning(s) : couple of swear words, tooth-rotting sweetness.

music suggestion : first date - frad, happiness - rex orange county, i’ll keep you safe - sagun

author’s note : thank you for your request, i’m so sorry it took so long !! THIS WAS SO ABSOLUTELY FUN TO WRITE HOLY CRAP !!

“tonight’s all about you,” you said to your newly-wedded friend as she changed into her party outfit, wedding band glittering on her finger, “and your lovely husband of course, but everyone knows the blushing bride gets all the attention,” this only earned a look from your friend to which you stuck your tongue out.

a soft giggle left your friend’s lips, “shit, i can’t believe i’m married,” she breathed out as she looked down at the ring, before looking back at you, eyes shining with love and adoration.

her words made you scoff, “you’re kidding right? you would’ve married them on the spot if you were given the chance and you’ve been planning all of this forever,” you spoke as you put the protective cover over the wedding dress, “if there was anyone in this world who was going to get married, it was going to be you.”

you were incredibly happy for your friend; it was a beautiful ceremony, everything had gone perfectly, the way every bride wanted their wedding day to go. it was what she deserved, what she’d dreamed of ever since the two of you were younger.

the two of you had been best friends since you were toddlers, had a lot in common and got along wonderfully, but truth be told, she’d always been the type to dream about her perfect wedding, looking at wedding dresses and venues, planning everything in full detail. she wouldn’t have even gotten a wedding planner, had her best friend not been one in the first place.

it was comical, how you planned weddings for countless people and yet you’d never entertained the thought of getting married yourself. you were the living stereotype of how wedding planners were the worst at romance and how they were practically always the bridesmaid and never the bride.

“who knows? maybe you’ll finally catch wedding fever since it’s your dear best friend who got married this time,” she stuck her tongue out at you as she twirled on the spot, letting out a dreamy sigh.

you shook your head and let out a small sigh, walking over to her and placing your hands on her shoulders, “c’mon you dumbass, everyone’s probably wondering where you ran off too, especially your lovely spouse.”

“it’s okay, i can’t be a runaway bride now, they’re stuck with me forever!” she dragged out her word as you pushed her out of the room, giggles floating through the empty hallways.

the rest of the night continued on smoothly, with you juggling your jobs as the wedding planner and maid of honor, going round and speaking to people - people you knew from you and your friend’s youth, family, friends just a night filled with talking and laughter, occasionally catching your friend’s eye and giving her a little thumbs up to make sure that she wasn’t getting overwhelmed.

after the food, the celebrations flowed straight into the dancing, with the music getting louder and the people letting loose, the alcohol settling well in their bloodstream. most of the time, this was when you’d take your leave from any wedding that you were working on, but seeing as you were an honoured guest, you obviously couldn’t just up and leave.

still, you felt awkward on the dance floor and after entertaining your friend with one dance (after tons and tons of pouty faces and pleads) you decided to migrate away from the people and make your way towards a secluded area that had a fountain surrounded by a couple of benches.

you let out a small sigh of relief as you turned your gaze towards the night sky, the sounds of music and people singing along and cheering turning into background noise.

“not your scene?” came a smooth voice from behind you, completely catching you off guard. you turned your attention to the stranger and you swore your heart fluttered for a quick second - since when did it do that?

the stranger’s hair stuck up at all angles and it looked unkempt, but somehow it looked good on him - the moonlight accentuated his gorgeous amber eyes and the smirk his lips formed into made your heart do that little flutter again. you felt as if you were a teenager again, the one who believed in love at first sight, who was ready to offer her heart up to whoever asked for it, before being tainted by commitment issues and traumatising relationships.

“i usually leave before the dancing starts,” your explanation came out in what almost sounded like a sigh, feeling the bridge of your nose heat up as you cleared your throat and looked away from the man, “so yeah, i guess it’s not my ‘scene,” when you stole a glance at the man, he had his eyebrow raised in slight confusion and you decided to turn towards him, shooing away the shyness.

“i’m a wedding planner, i attend these things on the regular,” you shook your head slightly, letting out a small laugh as he nodded in understanding, “but seeing as i’m the maid of honour and this isn’t a common client, i have to stick around,” a small smile made its way on your lips as you shrugged after your explanation, and before the conversation died out you sputtered out “what about you?”

he chuckled, “i’m a co-worker,” was the easy explanation he gave to which you let out a short, nervous laugh, looking back at the night sky, “as for why i’m not dancing, well i kinda saw the pretty lady i’ve been eyeing the whole night on her own and believed that it was my chance.”

his words caught you off guard the same way his presence had, and your cheeks burned even more, heart practically somersaulting over and over in your chest, no longer giving the gentle flutters, “maybe it is,” you tried to give off an aura of nonchalance, but the bright smile on your face betrayed you.

“i’m hoping so...” the man chuckled, “kuroo tetsurō, pleasure to meet you,” he bowed in greeting. attractive and respectful? you were sure that this was some sort of sick joke and that the cameras were going to roll out at any moment.

but they didn’t. not when you introduced yourself, not when the two of you moved to the railings and made idle conversation, not when you laughed at each other’s jokes. the conversation was the smoothest you’d had in a long time, and you would’ve been lying to yourself if you said that it wasn’t a breath of fresh air from all the idiots that you’d been meeting through the dating app your friend had told you to get.

he spoke about his love for sports, particularly volleyball, and his job as a sports promoter and then allowed you to speak about your job some more, before moving onto the things you liked and did in your spare time, and he was listening to anything and everything that you had to say.

“so you knew the whole japanese national team when you were in highschool?” you laughed, “that’s impressive, you’re practically a celebrity,” was your teasing comment as you stepped up on the edge of the fountain, holding your arms out to balance yourself before letting them fall at your side, your new position allowing you to look down at the tall man, seeing his eyes from a different angle made you smile brighter before looking away.

even though you were cautious and steady with your movements, you could still feel kuroo’s arm hovering by you, as if he were ready to catch you if something was to go south, “yeah, i guess i am,” he murmured softly, heart thumping against his chest, “can i hold your hand? it’s dangerous to be walking up there and i can steady you.”

your heart gave yet another one of what has become its signature flutters at his question, and you just gave a shy nod, holding your hand out to him and keeping your eyes on it as he laced his fingers through the spaces between your own, before you looked up at his eyes, only to be met by him looking back at you.

“was this an excuse to hold my hand?” you asked quietly, teasing tone leaking through and a small smile settling on your face as you watched a bashful grin grow on his own.

“it worked, didn’t it?” kuroo teased back as the two of you continued to walk together. you’d turned your attention back at the thin surface you were walking on, cautiously placing one foot after the other.

a finger from your free hand was brought up to your chin as you tapped it against your skin in faux thought, before letting it rest there and glancing over at him, “i’d say it did.”

kuroo held your hand as he helped you climb down from the fountain, and continued to hold your hand throughout the night as you continued to get to know each other, the sounds of the wedding continuing to be the source of background music, neither one of you even thinking about returning to the festivities, sweetly enjoying the rest of the night getting to know each other more and more.

holding your hand easily became kuroo’s favourite thing to do as your relationship progressed and on the night the two of you exchanged your first ‘i love you’s, when you’d finally fallen asleep, he’d looked down at your hand in his and made a silent promise that he’d decorate it with a ring someday.

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyu imagines #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro oneshot #kuroo tetsuro imagine

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falsegoodnight · 4 years ago

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part one of my november fic rec! this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 1st to the 17th because now that the blff has started, i plan on reading a LOT of fics but i don’t want to cram 30 + fics into one rec!

you can find part two here

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✰ you control me (even if it’s just tonight) by @happilyyhalo | E | 2k - (short but sexy and fun!)

Louis rides Harry and thinks he's in control.

✰ when you turn off the lights by @loubellies | E | 4k - (so so hot!!! 👞💋!!)

Gothie Louis/Normie Harry drabble written for Kirs

✰ Act Out by @daddyharrie | E | 6k - (reread; all of fer’s fics are just comfort reads at this point)

Harry and Louis try to spice it up a little for their 10th year marriage anniversary. Cliché role play ensues.

✰ Coming Up For Air by stylinsoncity | M | 11k - (found this randomly and it was such a nice surprise!!)

It's a long plane ride to LA but sitting beside Harry makes time fly.

✰ tenderness flooded his voice by dangerbears | NR | 12k - (kind of in love with this author this month <3 friends to lovers perfection)

Things collapse in on Louis, but Harry's there. Harry's always there.

✰ One Vote Can Rock the Boat by @2tiedships2 | M | 12k - (such an entertaining concept and story!! cute and lovely like all of this author’s fics!!)

The one where Omega Louis shows off his “I voted” sticker as one of the first 100 customers to get a free vibrator. The beautiful alpha behind the counter informs him that he’s customer 101.

✰ A Moment in Time by @jacaranda-bloom | E | 14k - (exes to lovers - my favorite - and canon compliant with a dash of magic?? yes!!)

The one where Harry and Louis used to be together, until they weren’t, but with a twist of fate and a bit of magic, could this be their chance to find forever in each other’s arms?

✰ This Glorious Mess by @lil0 | M | 14k - (reread for the dozenth time; another major comfort read of mine <3 still just as amazing as ever; one of two of this author’s fics i reread this month)

His head lolls to the side, and his eyes float open to focus on what used to be his bedside table.

It’s empty now, devoid of the framed photo of the two of them. And Louis knows that he has no right to feel hurt, but somehow, this only confirms what this really is.

“This is the last time,” he cries, his voice breaking both from pleasure and pain.

“I know, baby,” Harry breathes, burying his face in Louis neck.

✰ your hands are tough (but they are where mine belong) by @defencelesst | M | 14k - (soft soft soft :’) lots of yearning and pining and loveliness <3 lottie does friends to lovers like no other)

Louis falls asleep in a bus and Harry is there to catch him.

✰ Falling Down For You by @lil0 | M | 15k - (the second one!! another reread!! one of my favorite royal aus and arranged marriage aus. the angst with this one is perfection)

If there was an alpha that Louis wanted to call his, it would be Harry. But what happens when an arranged marriage, a hungry press, and doubts get in the way?

✰ a grocery list pinned in blue by dangerbears | NR | 20k - (exes to lovers - again, my fav - so angsty and sweet and perfect!! will definitely be reading!)

After eight years, Louis finally has everything he's wanted. except for Harry.

✰ Runaway Darling by @solvetheminourdreams | T | 27k - (so so so cute; love the banter and dynamic between h&l and the storyline!! would gladly read 100k more of them)

Louis hates weddings, Harry loves them, and together they help a bride skip hers.

✰ sunflowers, sunshine, and you by @soldouthaz | E | 29k - (beautiful and perfect just like all of sarah’s fics!! loved the emotional layer to this one too!)

Sunshine county is small but mighty and Harry takes pride in knowing nearly each and every person that lives inside of it. For nearly eleven years now he’s been sheriff, and not one of them he’s ever regretted settling down here.

He knows the road names like the back of his hand, knows the people and the animals and the way the world works here. In all of the time he’s been here, not a thing has changed.

So, all things considered, when he starts seeing a beat up pickup truck roaming through town with plates he’s never seen before, Harry, to be frank, jumps on that like a fly on fresh dog shit.

✰ terror of surrender by @loubellies | E | 32k - (hot and smutty but with emotional depth and y o g a!! the ending made me tear up! so excited for what mar does next!)

Louis is a recent divorcee with a new favorite yoga teacher, Harry.

✰ Ever Fixed by @eeveelou | M | 42k - (wow why have i never read this - it was perfection! the concept, the angst, and harry and louis!!! ahhhh!!!! aND THE PLOT TWIST! mind blown!)

Three years ago, Harry was happily married, successfully heading the largest technology company in the world, and raising his young daughter. After he loses nearly everything in the aftermath of his daughter’s lost battle with a rare brain tumor, it may take three strange and yet very familiar visitors – and a man from the therapy group Harry keeps refusing to go to – to get him back on track.

If you read any of these lovely fics, remember to leave kudos and comment to show your appreciation!

*if i made any errors, please let me know :)

enjoy!

#my fic recs #november recs #november 2020 recs #2020 recs

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lifestyleblogeruk · 1 year ago

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The Ultimate Guide to Hiring Professional Wedding Entertainment in County Tyrone

Planning a wedding in County Tyrone? One of the most crucial aspects of creating a memorable and enjoyable celebration is choosing the right professional wedding entertainment. Whether you're dreaming of live music, a talented singer, or other forms of entertainment, this ultimate guide will walk you through the process of hiring the perfect wedding entertainment for your special day.

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zodiyack · 5 years ago

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Happiness

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x reader

Warning: Swearing, fluff, mention of cheating (not Tommy), two sexual references, violence, alcohol, cigarettes, lyrics, me not proofreading

Words: 5279

Song: Happiness by Rex Orange County

Note: Lyrics = Bold + Italic | Memories = Italic

masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

I'll be the one that stays 'til the end. And I'll be the one that needs you again

When Tommy met Y/n, she was a sad one. Her heart had been broken too many times. Being cheated on many times by one person affected her trust, but being cheated on many times by one person and then being cheated on by another person ruined her trust all completely. Tommy asked her out, she said that she didn’t know him well enough, he asked her to talk to him so they could get to know each other, she said “doesn’t work that way” and walked off.

She really grabbed Tommy’s interest. Even if she didn’t mean to, Tommy was now caught like a fish in Y/n’s fishing rod of love, and Tommy refused to let go, no matter what plants they got stuck in. One day, after weeks of him bothering her and begging her, he managed to finally ask her out successfully. They hung out and talked almost every day, so he took her to a surprise spot. The blindfold came off and a picnic blanket and basket were revealed. That date had went well, in fact it’s one of Y/n’s favorite memories.

The two twirled around in the now messed up blanket. Giggles escaped Y/n’s mouth as Tommy tickled her and wiped frosting onto her face. She squealed as a sign that she yielded.

“Alright love, sorry if I was too-”

The yield however, wasn’t the kind of yield he thought it was. She took the chance while he was distracted and pushed him down, straddling him to wipe some of the frosting on his skin. Their giggles that had stopped after Y/n pleaded now continued. Kisses were placed on Tommy’s face, some of them leaving frosting behind.

This went on for a while, the flirting and messing around seemed funnier and funnier. Tommy, a serious and intimidating man, was being goofy and genuinely chuckling. This didn’t happen a lot, so Y/n made note to find ways to cheer up the Shelby boy.

A year later, after many many dates, Y/n and Tommy had a conversation that would change their lives. In a good way of course, but it seriously meant a lot to them. “Y/n. Can I promise you something?” They were lying on a blanket

“If you can keep it.”

“Well, I promise you I’ll stay here...forever. Until you die or until I die. The point is, I promise to love you forever, and if we end up splitting, I’ll still be here as a friend, whenever you need me.”

“Thomas Shelby. I promise the exact same thing, but let me add one tiny detail.”

“Yes?”

“I promise to be here as I am currently, and if you need me just tell me. I’ll be here to support you and comfort you as your friend, as your lover, and as your wife.”

“Wife?”

“You’ve thought of getting married haven’t you?”

“Yes heh...but I just didn’t think you’d agree. I love you Y/n M/n L/n.”

“I love you too Thomas Michael Shelby.”

Now, they had been together for nine years. Tommy left for war two years after they got together. He had kissed her passionately at the train station, telling her that he loved her and would write to her. She promised the same to him and stayed there until he left, then leaving to go to the Shelby house, resting on Tommy’s bed and writing a letter to him right away.

When he came back, he wasn’t the innocent boy Y/n knew. But she also wasn’t the innocent woman he knew. They both had changed, and they both loved it. Y/n stayed loyal while Tommy was gone, she wrote to him and his brothers every day, even telling Tommy of the people who flirted with her or greeted her. She missed him and he missed her. His now protective and serious attitude fit well with her cautious and quick-but-good thinking one. Their sweet and innocent personas still existed, but only for each other to see.

Neither of them had broken their promises. And neither of them had broken the other’s heart.

And I'll be the one that proposes in a garden of roses, And truly loves you long after our curtain closes... But will you still love me when nobody wants me around, When I turn eighty-one and forget things will you still be proud?

The year 1921 and Y/n bear a slightly raised belly. She was pregnant, but it didn’t show much. Y/n and Tommy’s relationship was stronger than ever, their love for each other quite obvious. However, Y/n was slightly upset over one thing. Marriage.

Tommy impregnated her, yet still hadn’t done anything to prove that he wanted her to be his forever like he said he did when they were younger. Y/n was ready. She had been ready ever since he came back from the war. To be honest, she was half expecting him to drop on his knee right there...but he didn’t.

Her train of thought crashed when footsteps sounded down the hall.

“Y/n! Y/n!” A 13 year old Finn called out. “There’s something you need to see!”

The small boy took off outside, leaving Y/n to trip over her own feat and try her best to follow him. He led her to a garden like place, although, the only thing growing was the red flowers that symbolized romance. Roses.

‘When did they have the time to grow this?!’ thought Y/n. Just yesterday she had came out back and this was never here.

“Y/n L/n.” Y/n’s attention turned to Tommy, he was on his knee on a pile of rose pedals by the other roses. “You have been my best friend as well as lover for a long time. Nine years I have been loved by you, twelve I have loved you, and fourteen I have known you. I fell in love with you when I was only 19. You fell in love with me when I was 22. Your eyes and your smile lit up my day, your laugh and your voice made my heart skip a beat, there’s so much more. You now are bearing my child and I would do anything for you and them. I vow to protect you both with my life, to love you and put you before anything and everything-”

“I’m just gonna guess ‘except for work’?” Y/n was smiling and crying, and she laughed when Tommy shrugged and did a small nod.

“Sometimes. Anyways, I hope you know that I love you more than life itself. I keep my promise from 1913. Do remember it?” She nodded, thinking back to her dates and secret meet-ups with him. “Well, as I said, I haven’t broken that promise yet and I don’t plan on breaking it. I will love you now, then, and forever. When you die or when you change, I will still love you. If you regret being with me, I will still love you.” He stopped talking for a moment. A tear ran down his face as his thoughts filled his head.

Y/n walked closer to him, running a hand through his hair and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “What’s wrong honey?”

Tommy inhaled and closed his eyes, he took and held her hands for dear life. “You already know that some people don’t quite like the Shelby name. Well... would you still love me when absolutely everyone wants us gone? Would you still want to be a Shelby? A- And when we grow old...and forget things... do you think we’ll be proud of ourselves? Of each other? Do you think we’d remember our great moments?”

“Tommy Shelby. I love you so so much, you honestly have no idea. I would never be ashamed nor disgusted by the thought of being a Shelby. Fuck what the people think. And for your last question Tommy, I think we’ll be really fucking proud of ourselves. We can’t forget our love since it’ll continue to exist.”

Thomas smiled and nodded. Y/n had a point. He took a box out of his trousers and opened it to Y/n. “Would you do me the honor of being my present and my future, of being my happiness, of being my wife, of becoming Mrs. Shelby?”

“I do! I do, I do!” She let the tears run down her face with a smile as Tommy slid the ring onto her finger. As soon as he stood up, she jumped onto him and connected their lips with burning passion.

'Cause I am the one that's waited this long. And I am the one that might get it wrong, And I'll be the one that will love you the way I'm supposed to, girl

The day of their wedding came. 1922, after Charles Shelby had been born and alive for at least 5 months. Y/n’s dress was beautiful. She was beautiful. Tommy swore up and down that Y/n was breathtaking with and without clothing. He said she made his heart beat faster whenever she was around.

Y/n was smoothing down her dress and looking at herself in the mirror. The maids who were helping dress her and fix up her hair had left her to be alone for a bit but left the door open a crack. That was their mistake. The door creaked open a bit, a tiny Charlie in a cute little suit crawled in.

“How’d you get here? Well, my love, you can’t be in here, so I’ll have to find one of your uncles or Daddy’s friends to take you back to Daddy. Come on little man.” She picked him up and leaned out the door slightly. No one was in sight, and the sound of talking came from outside the building. “God damn it. Come one Charlie, let’s go find someone before your Daddy comes inside and sees me.”

She wandered around, attempting to search for anyone but her fiancé whilst entertaining Charlie. Y/n rounded the corner, eyes widening to find Tommy, John and Arthur chatting amongst themselves against the wall.

“Poppa!” Charlie giggled and pointed his finger at the three men. They stopped talking and turned their heads over to where Y/n was. Luckily, she moved in time, but unluckily, the boys had already noticed the noise. Y/n heard them pull out their guns.

“Wait! Don’t come around the corner, put your guns away and make sure Tommy doesn’t come over here. John, will you come over here and get Charlie?”

“Bloody hell Y/n! Scared us half to death!”

“What’re you doin’ out of the room Y/n?” Tommy seemed curious and worried, he knew of the time limit that was gifted to Y/n. With his knowledge came his protectiveness. Anyone could get her while she was unattended, hence him and his brothers staying near the room.

“Charlie got into my room so I was gonna find either John or-” John took Charlie from Y/n and whispered a compliment about how pretty she looked. She said a quick thank you before continuing, “or Arthur so that they could take Charlie. I didn’t realize you guys would be out here all together.”

“Oh...well please just call for us next time, never know what’s gonna happen when so many people dislike the Shelby name. You’re lucky Charlie called out, I would’ve been upset if anything happened to you.”

“Nothing would’ve happened to me...wait...” His voice was a lot closer, and she was leaning against the corner of the wall, keeping her dress out of sight. “Are you right next to me?”

“I guess you could say that.”

“Hmm...Let me come right back.” Y/n went back into the room, peaking up the biggest cloth she could find. She wrapped it around her figure and walked out to Tommy. “Now you can’t see my dress, so it’s not bad luck.”

“I don’t believe in that bad luck thing with the dress.”

“Eh, I do. Now shut up and kiss me.” Their lips connected and the fiery passion filled their kiss and it grew intense, he put his hand on the back of Y/n’s neck. Realizing where they were, Tommy pulled away, winking and walking back to his brothers. He stopped halfway and turned to Y/n a final time.

“Y/n. I promise you, I may not be the best man, nor the best man for you to love. I might turn into a bad husband, or just be a bad husband, but I swear, I will love you the way I should. I will treat you like the queen you are, I will care for you and I will never break your heart.”

The Shelby boys, not including Finn, walked back outside. Tommy left Y/n with a smile on her face and a blush on her cheeks. She couldn’t wait until she would be known as “Mrs. Shelby.”

. . .

The priest was talking, but Tommy and Y/n couldn’t hear him. They were whispering out of the sides of their mouths. It felt like it was just them in the room. No one else, just them.

“I’ve waited forever for this moment, ya know?” Tommy whispered subtly.

“Oh sure. You waited nine years to ask my to marry you. You totally wanted it more than I did.”

“Oh hush, I was taking my time...for...reasons I guess.”

“Sure, whatever. You’re lucky you’re cute.” Y/n turned her attention to the priest so that he could distract her from laughing aloud.

It had all gone so fast, the couple being distracted with each other or with trying to not giggle at each other. The smile on Tommy’s face was so big, you would never think that he was really the leader of the Peaky Blinders, or you would and you’d just think he’d gone soft. His smile matched the one on Y/n’s face.

“You may kiss the bride”

They turned towards each other. Tommy smiled sweetly at his newly dubbed wife, he took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately. Y/n grabbed his hand and pulled away, smiling widely again once they both opened their eyes. His beautiful ocean eyes were sparkling.

But will you still love me when nobody wants me around, around? When I turn eighty-one and forget things, will you still be proud?

Tommy kissed Y/n before she sat down. They were at the Garrison with the rest of the Shelbys...not including Finn. Anyways, an angry drunk walked over to the Shelby family. He had a disgusted look on his face, remains of food in his beard, and the smell of too much alcohol clouding around him.

Y/n and Ada’s face scrunched with slight disgust. He looked at Y/n in a way that made Tommy want to grab the back of his neck and slam his face into the table.

“Excuse me sir, could you please leave?” Y/n’s voice put Tommy at ease. She rubbed his arm while she gave her best attempt at shooing the man.

“I won’t take orders from a whore!” The drunk man itched his head. He seemed to be thinking but obviously was done when he spoke again, “How about this. You come with me, give me a good fuck, I’ll leave you alone.”

This agitated Tommy beyond Y/n’s repair. She couldn’t whisper her way out of this one. With one look from Tommy, the rest of the Shelby boys rose up from their seats and pointed their guns at the man. Thomas’ face looked dark and empty, all emotion wiped clean except for jealousy and vengeance.

“Listen here. Talk to my wife like that again, and you will be blinded by order of the Peaky fucking Blinders!” Y/n had never seen Tommy act this way before. He was red in the face, spit was flying out of his mouth when he spoke. The attention of the bar, not that there were many people currently, was directed towards the group.

Tommy connected his fist with the man’s jaw. The two men continued fighting, yet as flattered and in awe Y/n was, she couldn’t watch the violence. It wasn’t the violence itself, it was her need to yack and the excitement only making it worse.

Y/n was only 3 months pregnant, almost two years since their wedding. Polly and Ada knew of this, of course, and were quick to rush to Y/n’s aid and bring her outside. The fight went on as Y/n relieved her stomach through her throat. Rather nasty, but when you gotta do it, you gotta do it.

She decided to stay outside, not wanting to get involved with any more violence for the night. Ada brushed her fingers through Y/n’s hair and whispered softly to her. Pol tried to do the same, giving up half way through and pulling out a cigarette and walking away from the two girls.

“Y/n! Are you alright!” Tommy pushed through the front doors of the Garrison. Blood was leaking down his nose, his hair and shirt were disheveled, his fists were bloody and bruised.

“You didn’t use your hat did you?”

“Nah...it’s been a bit since I’ve used my actual fists. Felt nice.” He swapped places with Ada and smiled at his wife. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

A blush filled Y/n’s cheeks. “T- thank you... Um... Tommy?”

“Yes?”

“What happened in there? After I left?”

“Well...He started insulting us, insulting you and insulting our family. He was crazy enough to do it right in front of us! I did what any Shelby would do and protected the family name and honor.”

“Thomas, please tell me you didn’t-”

“No. I didn’t kill him. I wanted to, but I know that murder would have to have a good reason behind it... Are you mad at me? All of these people hate me, some even want me dead... do you feel the same way now?”

Tommy looked down, his eyes were watery and tired. It had been a long night, Thomas and the other boys were drunk and the ladies were the only ones sober enough to do anything. Although, they do say that a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts.

“Tommy... I could never hate you or be mad at you just because other people feel that way. Fuck what the people think. I’m here, I’m your wife, I don’t care about what others think. All that is important is that I love you Thomas Michael Shelby.”

“I- ...I love you too Y/n M/n- hiccup Shelby.” The drowsiness and the “hics” were already starting to show. Y/n let out a small giggle at her man-child and helped him steady himself before walking him home. It’s safe to say that when they got home, Y/n and Tommy had the best sleep they’d ever had in their entire lives.

Proud of me and my short list of accomplishments, say, And me and my lack of new news. Me and my selfishness, oh me and myself, Wish you nothing but a happy new version of you

‘It’s or god damn anniversary. What the fuck am I going to get her?’ Thoughts like these filled Tommy’s head. Indeed, it was their anniversary and he did have nothing to give her. She was always so creative with her gifts.

A portrait of him, a new pair of knickers (A/N BACK THEN, THOSE WERE WHAT SOCKS WERE CALLED SO SHH) that were specially made for him, and some nice other stuff. Sometimes she even got her brothers-in-law or Charlie to help out. Her plans could never be foiled but they could certainly interrupt Tommy’s.

He gave up and sat down at his desk. There was still one more thing he could do. “Charles? Charlie, could you come here for a moment?” In rushed the little boy that resembled the Peaky leader.

“Yes dad?”

“I need your help. Do you have any ideas of a gift your mummy might like?”

Charlie thought for a moment before looking up at his father slowly and nodding. He ran off and out of the room, returning with a paper and pen. He handed them to his father and skipped too the doorway.

“Wait. Why would you mother want my to draw something?”

“No dad. Write something. Write about her.” Charlie finished off his help with a smile and continued skipping back to his mum. Y/n was still pregnant, only 8 months into said pregnancy. She was quite excited, so were Tommy and Charlie. A new addition to their small family.

Tommy sat down with the tools he was given. He rubbed his temples with confusion and thought. As he touched the pen to the page, he let his thoughts and emotions take control. Whoever knew Thomas Shelby was full of such beautiful poetry?

He finished writing and trifolded the paper with a large grin on his face. How did he not think of this? The idea was brilliant. No, his son and the idea were brilliant. The paper in his hands came from his heart as well as his child’s mind. A true gift made of genuine love.

The time came for the couple to hand each other their gifts. Tommy had received a photo album of their family so far, and a small portrait of them Y/n had made for Tommy’s desk. She tilted her head at the small paper she was handed, the smile Tommy loved appearing on her face when she noticed his familiar handwriting. She read it aloud after Charlie complained over and over again that he wanted to know what it said.

“My dearest Y/n, I know that we’re married now, and parents, so you must now at least a tiny sum of how much I love you, right? You stole my heart as soon as you were in my line of sight, I belonged to you right then and there, I just didn’t know it until two years later. It took me those two years to find out just how much I wanted you and how much I needed you.

I know it would be dramatic to say that I needed you, but it’s true. I was a 17 year old boy, not wise in the slightest and certainly not charming. When you confessed your love to me, I was 19, but you made my world seem brighter. I swear, my heart started to beat faster and faster.

We were only children. Okay so maybe not only children, but still, so young but so deeply in love. When I left for war, I missed you every second. My heart reminded me that you were one of the things I was fighting for. It reminded me that I needed to come home to find you and let you know that I wanted to marry you and make you mine forever. Unfortunately, I grew insecure with the marriage part.

I had feared that I wasn’t enough. I’m a Peaky fucking Binder for fucks sake! I didn’t do much in my life except for steal your heart and fight for my country. Why on earth would you love me? I was also a selfish man. Wanting your attention 98% of the time, and I still do, I’m selfish and there’s nothing else I can tell you.

You probably might just hate me and act like you don’t since you’re married to me and have a child with me....but what I really want you to know is that I love you more than life itself. I love you more than the stars, I love you and your insecurities. I love all of you, Y/n M/n Shelby.”

She finished reading it with puffy eyes and a cracked voice. Her heart couldn’t handle it, Tommy’s words filled her with joy and a sweet melancholy feel. It wasn’t the sad kind, it was more of happy and hurt for him.

Because I, I mmm, mmm, yeah, I want you to tell me you find it hard to be yourself so I can say, "It's gonna be alright"

And I want you to love me the way you love your family, The way you love to show me what it's like...To be happy

"Y/n? What has you so worried? It’s almost time to go.”

“Exactly.” Thomas gave his wife a confused look, sitting down beside her and rubbing her back softly. “Well ya know...we’re going to meet my parents.”

“And? I already knew of that Y/n, that’s why I said it’s almost time to go. What’s really wrong? You can tell my, my love.”

“My parents. I- I’m scared that... that they won’t approve of you or the kids. I’m scared that I’ll have to put on a fake persona all over again. It’s just so scary and so hard...”

Tommy leaned on his wife’s shoulder. It was often that she got scared about this. It had been scheduled for about a month now. Ruby and Charlie’s grandmother heard of them and the couple’s marriage, she demanded that her and her husband meet the kids and the “lucky man.”

“It’ll be alright, we’re a family, family sticks together. I love you so so so much Y/n. You have no idea.”

“Mhm. Last night said otherwise.”

“I love you more than that!” He tickled her sides until she was begging for him to stop, laughter and playful cries for help filled the room. They pressed their lips together once they had calmed.

. . .

“Mom. Dad. This, is Thomas, but you can call him Tommy.” Y/f/n shook Tommy’s hand and watched as Tommy pressed a soft kiss to Y/m/n’s hand. He wrapped his arm around Y/n once more before they introduced their children to the Y/l/ns. “This is my son, Charles, and my daughter, Ruby. Although, Charles says he prefers being called Charlie.”

Her mother and father smiled at the family opposite to them. “Welcome home!”

Y/m/n and Y/f/n led Charlie and Ruby to the kitchen for some treats as Y/n and Tommy took off their coats. Tommy didn’t feel like Y/n had explained her family in full detail. Confusion clouded his brain. He brushed it off, seeing as it was a normal thing for grandparents to spoil their grandchildren with treats and candy.

A younger looking woman walked down the stairs with an even younger looking boy. They both looked like Y/n, so Tommy guessed right away that they were either siblings or cousins. Both hugged Y/n and stopped to talk to her.

“Oh! Guys, meet my husband, Tommy! Charlie and Ruby are both in the kitchen with mom and dad. Tommy, these are my little siblings.”

“Nice to meet you Tommy, I’m y/b/n.” The boy spoke. He shook hands with Tommy and walked into the kitchen. The girl greeted him next, “Hello! I’m Y/s/n. Thank you for loving and taking care of my sister. I apologize about Y/b/n, he can be very...shy.”

“That’s fine, I understand his trust issues. I wouldn’t trust a man Ada brought home if I’d never met him fully.”

“Ada? Is she the sister I’ve heard about?” Tommy didn’t know what she meant, but nodded at Y/s/n. She smiled and grabbed Y/n’s hand. “Y/n sent me letters about you guys and your family, she loves you a lot, ya know?”

Before Tommy could respond, Y/n was pushing Y/s/n to the kitchen. “Oookay that’s enough talking for you two. Mom, is dinner ready yet?”

“Yes dear. Everyone, come sit!”

The dinner table was clothed in a cute table cloth, plates of food and glasses of drinks decorated the top of it. Lively conversation started, smiles and laughs galore. It wasn’t something Tommy was really used to. The kids seemed to be enjoying it, so he was somewhat relaxed.

They passed food to each other, Charlie and Ruby earning winks when they asked if they could have a little bit more of something. When Tommy bit into his food, he smiled. It tasted amazing. This was a new environment for him. Laughter and hugs everywhere.

“Thank you Mrs. Y/l/n. This is very good.”

“Aw! You’re welcome Tommy, and please, feel free to call me mom or Y/m/n!”

The rest of the night was spend like that. No hatred, no mention of crime, no work, no anger. Just family, love and support. Tommy decided that it felt nice and that it was a little better than dinner with his family. He loved his family, but he had never seen a family love each other this much.

Y/n and Tommy were given a guest room to stay in for the night. Their children were sleeping in Y/n’s old room. A sigh of relief from the long day left Tommy’s mouth as Y/n kissed up his neck from behind him. He was nervous to meet her family, but now it felt like that nervousness was not even worth it. Y/n’s family was amazing, friendly, and funny. Her serious father and brother had dropped their protective personas after a bit and got to know Tommy a bit more.

Bedtime finally rolled around and Y/n and Tommy wanted their alone time. They hadn’t had much since Ruby was born, so this only made the trip worth it even more. Y/n’s delicate hands massaged Tommy’s shoulders. They were tense and sore, probably from all the working and worrying he had been doing, but Y/n was happy to help.

“Love?”

“Yes Tommy?”

“Your family...you guys are really close, aren’t you?”

She stopped rubbing his shoulders and looked at him. Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. Y/n moved around him and sat in his lap, “Yes, I suppose we are...why do you ask? Aren’t you close with yours?”

“Well yes, of course but...” His hand rested on her thigh, rubbing it every so often. “I never knew a family like yours. You guys are so happy and trusting, your parents are so kind, and your siblings are funny and smart. I can see it in your eyes.”

“See what?”

“When you sip your wine and look over at your family...you love them a lot. The look in your eyes is rare, yet comforting.”

Y/n didn’t get what he was hinting at for a few minutes. Her hands brushed through Tommy’s hair once she finally realized. A moment of silence was shared, just Y/n combing her fingers through Tommy’s hair and Tommy rubbing Y/n’s thigh with a small half smile.

“Tommy. I love you, a lot. I love you and Charlie and Ruby. You guys are my world, you guys are my life, you guys are my present and my future. You guys make me so fucking happy. You have no idea how much I love you three. When I look at my family, I see the people I grew up with. I see the people who raised me and taught me almost everything I know. But when I look at you. I see my husband, the light of my life, the man who stole my heart and refused to give it back. I see the father of my children, the keeper of the key to my heart. The man who could get me to do almost anything with a simple smile. When I look at you and our little ones, I see the finishing touch to my family. I see my purpose in life.”

“I-” He didn’t know how to respond. And that was okay.

“I love you Thomas Michael Shelby.”

“I love you too Y/n M/n Shelby.”

Their lips pressed together for the final time that night before they went to sleep. This kiss was passionate and true. This kiss shared love. This kiss was beautiful. And this kiss helped show Tommy the true meaning of Happiness.

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isitgintimeyet · 5 years ago

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Road To The Aisles

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So, eventually, here it is, the final chapter of this story. Thanks you all so much for taking the time to read this story and for all you likes, reblogs and comments. It means so much to me.

Special thanks to @mo-nighean-rouge, @wickedgoodbooks, @happytoobserve for all their support with this too

Warning: it’s their wedding night - will be nsfw under the cut

Chapter 25: A Happily Ever After?

“And what would humans be without love?"

RARE, said Death.

― Terry Pratchett, Sourcery

It was that time of the day, that brief lull in the wedding proceedings. The wedding breakfast had been consumed (creamy wild mushroom soup, the tastiest Scottish salmon fillet, and a classic cranachan to follow), speeches had been made (the usual mix of teasing ribaldry and genuine heartfelt sentiments), toasts had been given. The wine had been flowing freely, just enough to relax everyone, but with no-one yet drunk. The marquee was full of chatter as different social groups began to mingle and the band unpacked their equipment ready for the evening festivities.

Claire sat back in her chair and sipped her gin and tonic (strictly clear liquids only today to prevent stains on her dress). She gazed around, watching the comings and goings, the interactions of her and Jamie’s friends and family. One one side of the room, Geillis was holding court at a table, her hands gesticulating wildly, relating some hysterical anecdote judging by her audience’s reaction.

At another table, Mrs. Crook was feeding William stewed apple. After a bit of an unsettled start to the reception, William had quickly grown accustomed to the numerous unfamiliar faces and now seemed to be wallowing in all the attention, clapping his hands joyfully at every new effort to entertain him, even, most unusually, managing to distract him from his food.

In the corner across the room, Murtagh was giving Wee Jamie a piggyback whilst being chased by Brian with Maggie in his arms. And straight ahead was the unmistakable broad back and shoulders of Jamie... her husband. He was in conversation with John, but, somehow sensing her eyes upon him, he turned around. Their eyes met, each full of promise. A promise not just for tonight but for their future life together. Claire felt a tingle up her spine. Even across a room full of people, their connection was physical, alive, electric.

His gaze intensified, his eyes darkening as Claire felt her cheeks warm under his scrutiny. Then, clearly mindful of the effect he was having on her, Jamie flashed a bright, knowing grin and blew her a kiss before turning back to his conversation with John.

Claire briefly closed her eyes, breathing deeply. The scrape of a chair next to her forced her eyes open. Isobel perched next to her, greeting her with a broad smile.

“It’s been a wonderful day so far.”

Claire returned the smile. “Yes, it’s been just perfect. And thank you for looking after William during the ceremony.”

“My pleasure. I wasn’t actually sure he was going to behave, he was none too keen on leaving his dad’s side at first. But how cute is his little tartan outfit?”

“I know. Jamie had it made specially. Such a thoughtful thing to do.”

“I’m sure that’s not the only thoughtful thing he’s done for today. I bet he has a —“

The ringtone from Isobel’s phone interrupted the conversation. She glanced at the screen before declining the call. Without a word necessary, it was clear to Claire who the caller had been.

“Was that —?”

Isobel nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologise.”

“She keeps wanting updates. It’s like she’s torturing herself. I’ve sent her a picture of William and one message saying the ceremony is over. I’m hoping this all gives her enough closure to move on. Anyway, enjoy the rest of the day, Claire, you both deserve it. And don’t worry about William when Jamie—“

“Ahem.”

Neither of them had noticed Jamie creeping up behind them. Both jumped slightly at his staged cough. He kissed Isobel gently on the cheek before holding his hand out to Claire.

“Isobel, mind if I steal ma bride away? I think the band are about ready fer the first dance.”

Isobel smiled and shook her head as Claire took her husband’s hand and let him lead her onto the dance floor.

The lights dimmed as the band struck up the opening chords of ‘Fly me to The Moon’. Jamie and Claire made their way to the centre of the floor to enthusiastic applause from all their guests. Jamie grinned, made a bow and, with a dramatic flourish, pulled Claire into him.

With her head on his chest, he rested his cheek against her curls and closed his eyes, savouring the sensations around him; the softness of her hand against his palm, the scent of her delicate perfume, the lyrics of their favourite song, the gentle sway of his wife’s body in time to the music.

“You are all I long for, all I worship and adore,” Jamie whispered softly. “In other words, please be true. In other words, I love you.”

Claire raised her head and smiled. “Love you too.”

As the song drew to a close, Jamie led Claire over to an empty table.

“I’ve a wee bit of a surprise, tonight, Sassenach. We willna be staying here this evening. A friend of Da’s owns the Loch Ness County House hotel and we’ve a suite there this evening. We’ll be back here tomorrow after breakfast, in time tae head back tae Glasgow.”

“But, what about —“ Claire began.

“Dinna fash,Sassenach. Everything’s sorted. Isobel is staying here tonight to take care of William and Geillis has packed yer overnight bag. It’s ready in the hall fer ye. And Da has taken care of transport. He’s called in a favour and we will be travelling there in style — a friend’s Aston Martin no less. What do ye think? I wanted our first night tae be special, no’ jes’ in ma bedroom at Lallybroch next tae ma airfix models and old rugby kit. Ye dinna mind, do ye?”

Claire wrapped her arms around Jamie’s neck and kissed him gently on his nose.

“Not at all. Our first night would be special wherever we are, but that sounds just about perfect.”

“Well then, Mrs Fraser, let’s go and enjoy the rest of our reception, before our own private celebration.”

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Claire gazed appreciatively around the hotel room as Jamie carried their overnight bags and placed them on a large blanket box at the foot of the enormous four poster bed. The room was definitely luxurious, in a suitably understated way. No rose petals on the bed, thankfully, or towels moulded into swans, but a platter of handmade chocolates and a bottle of champagne on ice next to two lead crystal champagne flutes.

She sighed happily and sat on the edge of the bed, bouncing gently on the mattress.

“Such a comfortable bed. I’ll have a fantastic night’s sleep in this.”

Jamie eyed her indignantly. “I dinna plan on sleeping, Sassenach.”

He moved closer, standing in front of her and took her hands in his. “When I first saw ye, in the kirk, ye took ma breath away. I couldna believe how beautiful ye looked in that dress… all day long, every time I saw ye. And now, all I want tae do is see ye out of it. I want ye naked next tae me.”

Claire eased herself off the bed and patted Jamie’s chest. “And there’s nothing I want more. Give me a moment.”

She leant past him and opened her bag. A cascade of tissue paper and a note lay on top. She read, in bold letters ‘TAKE THIS INTO THE BATHROOM, NOW … MRS FRASER.”

Ignoring Jamie’s quizzical stare, she gathered up the gift and paused briefly.

“Can you unhook me please?”

Jamie came up behind her and fumbled with the delicate hook and eye at the top of the zip. He eventually succeeded in unfastening it and then slowly drew the zip down Claire’s spine to her waist. His hands snaked their way underneath the fabric, fingertips lightly caressing her skin, trailing a path to her abdomen. She closed her eyes and gave a slight moan before pulling away.

“Pour the champagne, then, Jamie.I won’t be long.”

“Ye wee tease,” Jamie called after her. “D’ye ken what ye’re doing tae me?”

The bathroom, Claire noted, was as luxurious as the bedroom with a large whirlpool bath and a shower made for two (even those with Viking proportions). She put those thoughts aside as she ripped into the parcel.

Inside was another note from Geillis:

‘I ken the underwear you’re wearing now is pretty enough, but, as I told you before, you need something special for tonight. So have a wonderful night.

Your husband can thank me later.

Love you, G’

Inside was a short kimono. Claire held it up, admiring the bronze shimmering hue of the (very) sheer fabric. Nestled in the tissue paper beneath it was a matching bra and thong. She quickly shimmied out of her dress and pretty but practical white strapless bra and seamless panties and donned the new attire.

Staring at her reflection in the full length mirror, she twirled quickly around, watching the fabric shimmer under the lights. She had never worn anything quite like this before. The plunge, underwired bra was completely sheer with pale peach scalloped embroidery trims and tiny satin bows. Her nipples, already erect with anticipation, were clearly visible through the flimsy fabric. The thong, in the same sheer fabric, left her bottom exposed, with the short kimono barely covering her rear. She gave a final quick twirl to her reflection before opening the door into the bedroom.

Jamie lay on the bed in his white shirt and kilt. He quickly sat up as Claire sashayed to his side.

He swallowed hard. “My god, that… that… incredible.”

Claire smiled coyly. “You like it, then?”

“Are ye kidding? Ye look amazing… sexy…” He reached out and ran a fingertip gently around one nipple, then the other. “I feel a bit overdressed.”

He made to stand up but Claire placed her hands on his chest, forcing him to lie down. She climbed on to the bed and straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips. Leaning forward, her fingers fumbled for the buttons on his shirt, a small sound of satisfaction escaping her lips with each successful unbuttoning. Finally, she pulled the shirt open. Raking her fingernails down his chest, through the ruddy hairs, she watched, fascinated, as his nipples puckered and skin pebbled at the sensation.

Jamie groaned and raised his head, his mouth demanding access to her breasts. Instantly, she complied, moving up his body. He greedily drew a nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the hard bud, relishing the shivers running through Claire’s body.

Claire gave a whimper of dissatisfaction as he pulled away, the air cold against the now sodden fabric of her bra.

“My bra’s all wet now,” she pouted, looking down at her chest.

“Hmm, now tell me, Sassenach, is that the only place ye’re wet?” One hand traced a path from her breast down her abdomen, resting lightly on the small triangle of fabric. “I think I need tae see.”

His hands moved to grip her bottom firmly, urging her further up his body. Claire hesitated for a moment.

“Are you sure?”

Jamie grinned up at her. “Oh aye, Mrs Fraser.”

With a bit of careful manoeuvring, Claire shuffled up the bed until her knees rested on the pillow, either side of his head. She leant forward slightly, resting her forearms on the ornate headboard. Jamie’s breath was warm against her thighs. His hands caressed her bottom, drawing intricate, random patterns over her skin.

The tiny sliver of fabric was no barrier as Jamie’s mouth began its exploration. Instinctively, Claire shuddered at the exquisite sensation and closed her eyes. Her breath grew ragged as his tongue stroked along her wetness before flicking the small nub. A bolt of pleasure coursed through her body, her muscles contracting as his lips began to suck, his tongue continuing its rhythmic assault on her core.

She slumped heavily against the headboard, now incapable of supporting herself, her body focusing solely on Jamie and the urgent climb towards release.

“Sassenach, open yer eyes. Look at me…” The low rumble of his voice created entirely new sensations on her sensitive flesh. “I want ye tae watch.”

She forced her eyes open and looked down to see his piercing blue eyes, watching her face intently. She watched transfixed as his tongue resumed its sensuous movements, swirling around her warm moistness. His face buried between her thighs was the most erotic sight she had ever seen.

Sensing her climax was near, Jamie increased the intensity. Claire moaned, throwing her head back.

“No, watch!” There was a sense of urgency in his muffled voice as, from behind, his fingers joined his lips and tongue in the pleasuring of her very core.

Claire felt her orgasm spread from deep in her belly, possessing every inch of her body. With a guttural cry of release, she came hard and fast.

Suddenly boneless, she fell to the side, one leg lying across Jamie’s chest. Still panting, she reached across and stroked her husband's cheek, her moisture glistening on his lips.

“Oh my god, thank you,” she whispered.

He turned to face her and drew her close to him.

“I love seeing ye like that, the uncontrollable, wild ecstasy on yer face. I canna tell ye what it does tae me.”

Claire’s hand moved from his cheek, down his chest to rest against his groin. His excitement was clear through the fabric of his kilt.

“You don’t need to tell me what it does to you... it’s pretty obvious.” She slowly stroked his erection.

Jamie grinned as he started to get up from the bed. “Let me take ma kilt off then.”

Claire shook her head. “No, don’t take it off. I want you to leave it on… please.”

“Well, then, just as well I’m a true Scot isn’t it? But,” he ran his fingers along the edge of her thong. “I think we need tae get rid of this wee thing afore we start on round two.”

“And, Sassenach, d’ye think we could mebbe try that again wi’ the camera?” He added hopefully.

Claire flung her arms around Jamie. “Oh, Jamie! How much do I love you?

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Jamie stood on the decking and watched the waves breaking on the clean, white sand. The location of this, their honeymoon hideaway, was perfect, the sunny weather was perfect, the promise of five nights, just the two of them, was perfect.

“Sassenach,” Jamie called in through the open patio doors. “What are ye up tae? Yer coffee’s here and it’s getting cold… as is yer husband.”

Claire wandered onto the deck and wound her arms around Jamie’s waist. “Jamie, I’m sorry. I know we’ve done the shopping already, but we need to head into the village, to the pharmacist.”

“Are ye ok? I’ve some paracetamol in ma bag.”

“I’m fine. I’ve done a stupid thing though. I can’t believe I’ve done it… and on our honeymoon.” Claire buried her head against Jamie’s back.

Jamie turned and wrapped his arms around his wife. “It canna be so bad. What is it?”

“I’ve left my pills at home. We’ll have to go and get some condoms.”

Jamie was silent for a moment.

“Sorry.” Claire apologised once more.

“Or mebbe we dinna bother with the pharmacist.”

“But a honeymoon with no sex? Is that what you really want?”

Jamie put his hands on Claire’s cheeks and stared intently at her face, searching for a glimmer of understanding.

“Nah, I think there’ll be plenty of sex. That isna what I’m saying.”

“Then—“ Claire’s expression changed as she realised what he was asking her. “You mean—“

“Aye, Sassenach, let’s make a baby.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve only ever been surer about one thing in ma life, and that’s turning out pretty well, Mrs. Fraser. So what say ye? D’ye think it’s a good idea or are ye no’ ready? I willna be upset if ye want tae wait a while.”

Claire pulled Jamie’s head down to hers and kissed him firmly on the mouth. “Yes, James Fraser. Let’s make a baby.”

#outlander fanfiction #outlander fanfic #Road To The Aisles #Chapter 25 #The End #Jamie Fraser #claire beauchamp #modern au

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travelingbytastebuds · 4 years ago

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CAMBODIA WHERE: Cambodian Food Festival @ Khmer Samacky Monastery, Richmond, Virginia (8801 Battlefield Park Rd, Richmond, VA 23231) Richmond had it's first Cambodian food festival this year, complete with a traditional faux-wedding (I got to tie strings on the arms of the bride and groom signifying their new bond.. or what would have been their bond if it was a real ceremony), singing, dancing, shopping, booths that told the history of their county-- it was a lovely afternoon, even though it was completely packed out. I don't think the organizers planned for how many people actually showed up that afternoon. They kept selling out of everything I wanted to eat-- then I would leave the booth after they told me to come back in a few minutes, only to come back and have THAT batch sold out as well. Hence, I didn't get to try that much food. I did try the sugar cane juice however. A little old Cambodian lady took a WHOLE stick of sugar cane, ran it through the juicer and gave me something that I'm sure instantly set diabetes into motion in my body. It was good though. Too good. Definitely worth the impending diabetes. I also tried the lod chong (tapioca noodles in sweet coconut milk with what I think were different types of fruit)-- it was strange and slimy. It squished when I bit down on the pieces of 'fruit' floating in the milk. I'm still not sure what to think of it. I overheard a conversation between one of the customers and the people making the food, asking them if one of the booths was a restaurant. The cooks there said they weren't professional, they just wanted to share their culture with Richmond, which I thought was a really sweet way of sharing themselves with the rest of us Virginians. I'm glad Richmond gave them a good reception and they know they and their festival are totally welcomed here. Hopefully they come back next year, more prepared for how much Richmond loves it's food festivals so maybe they'll be able to get a bigger space and bring more food. Our appetites are mighty, bring more homecooking! See Also: https://richmond.com/entertainment/new-cambodian-food-festival-aims-to-highlight-cambodian-food-and-culture-this-weekend-in-richmond/article_56a9ec94-43a9-5776-a974-3522403d86df.html

#cambodia #cambodian #richmond #virginia #lod chong #food #traveling #sugar cane juice #Khmer Samacky Monastery #festival #food festival

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shipmistress9 · 4 years ago

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FTLOAP: Chapter 47: All Of My Memories Keep You Near

For The Love Of A Princess Masterpost

Alpha/Co-author: @athingofvikings

Taglist: @drchee5e @hey-its-laura-again @thepixiedustfactory

AN: Okay, I'm going to be honest with you guys. I expected much more of an outcry after the last chapter, and for a day or two, I was even a tiny bit disappointed. But then I realised my mistake. This is an HTTYD fanfiction! So, naturally, there are certain expectations when it comes to certain future plot points. You can't know what I've planned so you're not worried. After this truth sank in, my disappointment vanished. And got replaced by…

Anyway, it's been ages since I updated. That wasn't planned, but you might have noticed that the world is a crazy place. Me and my family are all good, but being under lockdown with three kids doesn't exactly leave much time for leisure activities. So I'm really happy that I'm able to finally update again! (It's also meant as a gift for my birthday next week from myself. :D)

This chapter's title comes from the song Memories by Within Temptation. It's one of my favourite bands, and I'm so happy that I can use some of their lyrics again. It wasn't a title I had planned for long, but when I listened to that song a while back, I knew that I had found the perfect title for this chapter.

PS: I made some minor changes in the previous chapter. Namely, the number of days scheduled for the Hunt and its preparation.

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No matter how hard she tried, Astrid couldn’t keep her hands from shaking. Standing in the corridor behind the audience room – alone safe for Ruff and Tuff – all she allowed herself to do was focus on her fingers, on keeping them still.

It wasn’t working.

Over and over, her father’s announcement repeated itself in her mind, how he’d snatched away what she'd thought already firmly in her grasp – again. It wasn’t fair!

All that had kept her from screaming out in frustration right there in front of everyone had been Eret, his hand on her arm and whispering soothingly into her ear. “Breathe. Don’t panic, okay? This can work in our favour. You’ll see, everything will be okay.”

So she’d followed his advice, had taken a deep shaky breath and had focused on staying calm. Just like she was doing now. She concentrated on her chest, rising and falling with her breathing, and deliberately relaxed part of her body on each exhale. Her shoulders, her jaw, her forehead. It wasn’t easy; everything she’d been so sure of only an hour ago was slipping through her fingers yet again.

But… she trusted Eret. If he said that it would be okay then, maybe, not everything was lost.

“All right. I’m done,” he said when he finally joined her in the corridor.

“What took you so long?” It didn’t concern her, not really. But it had been odd that he’d sent her ahead with a whispered ‘Wait outside, I’ll be there in a minute’. And it provided a little distraction.

Eret shrugged. “Nothing major. I just had to talk to Dagur for a moment and didn’t want to risk for your governess to come up with some new plan for your day. But let’s go now.”

Astrid nodded gratefully. Enduring another lesson in etiquette now – no, that would have been unbearable. She tried to keep up appearances as long as they were in the more public area of the castle, but once they were alone in the corridors that led back to Eret’s rooms, she abruptly stopped. “What did you mean?” she demanded, turning on the spot to address Eret. Her voice was close to breaking, her hands still trembling. “How can this work in our favour?”

She really hoped he had a solution, because, frankly, she was running out of patience and strength to come up with something new every time again. She had enough of all this heartache, the anxiety. She just wanted to leave it all behind her and live the peaceful life she and Hiccup had seen in their vision. Even though, logically, she still knew that eloping wasn’t an option... it became tempting again.

“Because if we do this right, it will draw less suspicion,” Eret said calmly, then raised a hand to ward off her next question. “Not here. Let’s head back to– We should talk this through together.” Eret’s eyes burned into hers, reminding her that these corridors might not be as deserted as they looked.

Astrid nodded, fighting again to release the tension from her body and thought of Hiccup and how everything would somehow work out. It kept the panic at bay, for the moment at least.

Eret had a point. Even if they tried to be vague, any discussion they had here in the corridors was bound to draw attention eventually. But even as she tried to appear composed and unaffected, she still had to fight hard not to rush or outright run to Eret’s rooms. Toward Hiccup. And once they were there, she threw herself directly into his arms, clinging to him as tightly as she could.

“Uh... okay?” Hiccup was clearly worried, his own tension tangible even as he rubbed her back to soothe her. “I assume you have bad news?”

Astrid didn’t know what to say, just stifled her sobs against his chest and tried to keep from trembling. Why, why, why couldn’t things be simple and work as planned at least once?

“How did you even guess that?” Tuff commented dryly, closing the door after he and his sister had entered the room behind Eret.

“We should have talked to them last night,” Astrid whispered, not sure if anyone could even hear her. But it had been more to herself anyway. If they hadn’t – admittedly sensibly – waited until the morning to approach their fathers, then their plan could have worked. She wanted to kick herself but knew that it was futile to lament past mistakes. She neither had the energy nor the time for that.

“Eh, bad but not too bad news, I’d say,” Eret replied. He walked over to a sideboard to pick up an apple.

Feeling his gaze on her, Astrid looked up into Hiccup’s eyes, filled with determination and reassurance. It’ll be all right! they seemed to say, his hands on her back comforting her as he turned toward Eret. “And what exactly does that mean?”

“It means,” Eret mumbled past a mouthful of fruit, swallowed, then went on, “that using Astrid’s boon won’t work. But don’t worry, I already have an idea. You see, instead of the planned entertainment of the coming days, the King’s holding a Dragon Hunt. The winner earns glory and honour – and will become the new Count Ravenledge.”

“A Dragon Hunt?” Hiccup paled, his whole body becoming rigid.

Eret took another bite of his apple and nodded. “Yep. They just explained the rules and the plan for the next week. We have three days to prepare, then we’re all going to travel to Oramond. From there, we’ll start the Hunt on the following day. It’ll go on for five days before we’re all coming back here. Just in time for the betrothal. The winner is going to be whoever managed to kill a dragon and bring its head, or, in case more than one man accomplished that deed, the dragon species and size of the head are going to be deciding. There was a ranking… Terrible Terrors rank lowest, then Deadly Nadders, Gronkles, Hid–”

“A Nadder head is sure to get you noticed,“ Hiccup murmured, interrupting Eret. His eyes were cast to the far wall and he sounded as if he was quoting some well-learned lines. “Gronckles are tough. Taking down one of those will definitely get you a date. A Zippleback? Exotic. Two heads – twice the status. And then there are the Nightmares. Only the best fighters go after those. But the ultimate prize…” He trailed off, shaking his head, then looked back at Eret. “Yeah, I know that ‘ranking’. It’s what–”

Hiccup broke off when the door opened without a knock, both he and Astrid reflexively shying away from each other. But it was only Dagur, rushing in and shutting the door behind him again before he looked around the room. “Ah, everyone’s already here, good.”

“Where else would we be?” Eret replied, tossing the apple core to be put away later. “Did you find out something helpful?”

Astrid cocked her head, bewildered.

“He went to talk to his father,” Eret explained helpfully. “County Ravenledge belongs to Southshore, so we figured this would make more sense than me approaching my father for further information.”

“Yeah, and I got some interesting information,” Dagur said, uncharacteristically grim for once. He slumped down into a nearby chair and ran both his hands through his already messy hair. “The call for help from Oramond is almost entirely just a front, just like you expected. Yes, they had a dragon attack or two, but they have those every year at this season. Nothing uncommon. The destroyed storehouse was bad luck, but still no major problem. No, the real reason, or at least part of it, is to keep you alive.” He pointed at Eret, who grimaced and absentmindedly scratched at his chest. “All these tournaments don’t serve their purpose anymore, and apparently our old men decided that it’s not worth risking you getting killed. Very kind of them, don’t you think?”

There was something off in Dagur’s voice, something that didn’t quite fit his words. There was underlying anger that felt oddly out of place given that keeping his lover safe was in his interest, too.

Unsurprisingly, Eret noticed it too. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, eyes fixed on his boyfriend. “What is it, Dag? What do you mean by ‘they don't serve their purpose anymore’? What did you learn?”

Dagur snorted harshly. “It’s all been just a charade. And I mean everything. The festivities for old King Ragnvald’s anniversary, Astrid’s wedding, all these tournaments and hunts; they all only served one purpose: to reign in the endless riots over land and titles by making the overly greedy among the noblemen fight and kill each other.”

Stunned silence followed. Astrid stared at Dagur, eyes wide as her mind tried to comprehend.

“Well, I’d say it worked wonderfully,” Tuff commented dryly.

His sister nodded, grimacing. “The death toll certainly looks like it. And, you know… That explains a lot.”

Astrid closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against Hiccup’s chest. His arms around her drew her closer and she was grateful yet again for his never-ending support. Here, surrounded by his warmth, she was able to tune out the others completely and think.

Ruff was right. All these events where her suitors had competed for her attention even though her father knew she wouldn’t enjoy them. Setting her up as a coveted prize. Even pulling her wedding forth in the first place. With this new information, it all made sense now.

And she hated it!

She hated having been set up like nothing but a piece of meat simply for such a political gain. Of course, her wedding had always been meant to be about politics, about the alliance she could gain for the crown. But this? This was different. Worse! It had all been only for political intrigues, with her as just another figure to be pushed around on the board. No, even worse. She'd been nothing but a bait to lure countless men into death. Maybe they were men who deserved it, but that thought still made her sick. So much death...

Although... In a surreal and twisted way, it was also oddly soothing. Her father hadn’t been out to destroy her dreams, hadn’t deliberately aimed at hurting her. He was just doing what he thought was in the best interest of the Kingdom. She might not like that, but she could respect it.

And, well… In hindsight, it had even been to their advantage, even through some painful detours. If it wasn't for this whole mess about her marriage and the tight time limit it had given her, she and Hiccup would still be hiding in the outer stables without anyone knowing. No, not even that. They would be separated for months without knowing when or if they would see each other again.

Instead, they now had the support of their friends, and even though they still had no solid plan, she was glad to be here now. She just had to focus on their goal and not lose herself in worries and hopelessness.

Pushing away all troublesome thoughts for the moment, she snuggled closer against Hiccup's chest and smiled when she felt his breath in her hair. It wasn't long now anymore until she and Hiccup would be married – she refused to believe anything else.

"So, this Dragon Hunt is just another plan to set the overly greedy lords up against each other?"

Eret's voice pierced through her thoughts and drew her attention back to her surroundings. She stayed where she was, her head still leaned against Hiccup, but she opened her eyes to at least follow the conversation around them.

Dagur nodded. "Yep. Now that 'gaining the Princess's favour' isn't a viable decoy anymore, they had to come up with something else."

"But that doesn't make any sense," Tuff threw in. He sounded confused. "I thought County Ravenledge is in too bad a state. Wouldn’t that make it a rather bad decoy? Why would anyone go to such length to gain it?"

"Oh, that," Dagur grinned grimly. "Aye, what you and Astrid overheard was the truth; it really is in a horrible state. But that's not exactly common knowledge yet. From what Father hinted at, it's like this. For now, County Ravenledge is hot property, a large piece of fertile land that's not too close to the war with Maladur, and it even comes with a good title. If it were commonly known that it's vacant, many would apply immediately. But it is as I thought, they want to use it as a White Elephant, want to ruin a rival or three before they put effort into saving it. Or its people..." His hands balled into angry fists, but he kept himself focused. "Anyway, simply gifting the County to a rivalling lord wouldn't work, even the stupidest of them would get suspicious. So they set up this Dragon Hunt, for more than one reason. One, this way, it looks like a valuable prize and people will put much effort into gaining it along with the glory of winning. And even if nobody actually wins the Dragon Hunt, they can keep using it as bait. And the second reason..." He paused, grinding his teeth and shaking his head. "Well, the second reason is that... that with everyone being out in the countryside, away from watching eyes, they expect even more accidents to happen. Rivals taking each other out. And even though I hate this plan, I have to admit it has value. Gods, what would I give to see such an accident happening to Thuggory, for example."

During Dagur's words, Astrid paled. Certainly not for Thuggory's sake, but he wasn't the only one who could be affected by this plan. "But what about those who are loyal to the crown, the innocent?" she asked, disbelievingly. "Does my... does the King really risk them getting killed, too?"

Dagur shook his head. "Not quite," he sighed, tiredly. "This is how they see it. In the old days, a Dragon Hunt wasn't taken very seriously. It's incredibly hard to find and bring down a dragon on your own, so many didn't even bother trying. Our fathers expect that those who are content with the current situation of the Kingdom won’t actually participate in any real fashion. In fact, they don’t expect anyone to win at all. The inns and temples around Oramond will be rather crowded during these days as many noblemen will simply use the Hunt as an opportunity to rest and relax. Only those greedy enough to fight and risk lives – their own or those of others – for land and title will actually be out in the countryside. And those will be the ones that are going to kill each other. In addition, there will be guards patrolling the area, keeping an eye open to protect those loyal to the crown."

Astrid pressed her lips together and nodded. She didn't like the plan; there were far too many deaths involved. But she could see the merit in it, if grudgingly.

"Okay, that's a nice plan, and all," Ruff commented, wrinkling her nose. "But that��s not really our problem? This Hunt puts a heavy dent into your idea of Hiccup becoming the new Count. So now, we have to come up with something new, right?"

Astrid's shoulders slumped. Ruff was right. Dagur’s news had momentarily distracted her, but now, the realisation came crashing down on her again. If Hiccup couldn’t become the new Count Ravenledge, then they needed to come up with something else. Maybe they could use the Hunt as a distraction. Maybe they could come up with a way to run away after all, without causing any troubles for others. Maybe–

"Not necessarily."

Eret's interjection kept her thoughts from spiralling downwards. He looked thoughtful and then nodded to himself, even as everyone in the room was curiously watching him.

"Well, first things first. It’s as I said, we can’t use Astrid’s boon anymore. But that doesn’t mean all is lost. All we have to do is make sure that Hiccup wins this Hunt. Sure, the boon would have been the easier option, but this one might be safer. If Hiccup becomes a count by legally winning this Hunt – and nobody ever mentioned that the winner has to be one of the formerly appointed noblemen! – then that would be far less suspicious than the King just handing it over as a gift on Astrid's request. This way, it'll draw less attention and you can keep your relationship hidden until the betrothal ceremony. We’d have to talk to them right after the hunt, but if we’re all vouching for his character, then that should be enough to convince our fathers of his worth. The announcement and remuneration of him as the winner could be part of the festivity of the betrothal. And once Astrid openly declares to marry him instead of me and they’re officially betrothed, Hiccup will be under the crown’s protection."

"Yeah, but that's assuming he actually wins," Dagur deadpanned. "First, he has to find and kill a dragon. Not an easy deed, as far as I know. And it has to happen in a way that won't look like it's your success, with him being your servant and all. And that's not even taking into account the men who won't hesitate to attack us if they see us as rivals, with or without guards. How are we supposed to avoid them? This is going to be dangerous!"

Astrid shuddered, her heart pounding. She didn’t like this plan, not one bit! Because Dagur was right. Odin, even her father counted on a certain death toll during this hunt. And Eret planned to go out there? With that target already on his back, after he’d just escaped an assassination attempt? What if something happened to him? Or, by extent, to Dagur? Or to...

A low whimper escaped her, her hands clutching tightly at Hiccup’s tunic. No, she wouldn’t think about that. Couldn’t think about that. Not now!

Desperately, she looked at Eret, hoping for some kind of explanation, an indication that he hadn’t been serious, that he had another idea. A safer one! But for a minute or two, Eret simply chewed his lip, thinking as all eyes lingered on him. Even Hiccup was oddly quiet when Astrid looked up at him. In fact, he hadn’t said a single word in a long while now. Instead, he seemed to be lost in his thoughts, as if he was far away and hardly even listening to what was happening around them.

"I think that’s all manageable," Eret eventually said. He looked around at them all, and the optimism in his eyes gave Astrid hope despite the dire circumstances. "First, Hiccup will have to travel alone – no, hear me out."

He warded off her protest before she’d even opened her mouth. He had to be joking! He couldn’t be serious, couldn’t send Hiccup on this hunt, not alone, not with all the men willing to kill for it!

But apparently, he was serious.

"People will set out in small groups,” he went on. “Some with their squires, some with friends, some with guards. But Dagur's right, if we did that too then it wouldn't matter whether Hiccup killed a dragon; I would be declared the winner. Plus, it would be seen as odd if I were to participate for real. I'm heir to a Grand-Dukedom, I don't need a county on the other side of the Kingdom and my father would end up having to distribute it to one of our loyal vassals. No, that wouldn’t work.”

She was shaking now, clinging to Hiccup as if she could keep him safe. This was a bad idea, bad bad bad… She jumped when Hiccup placed a quick kiss to her forehead before prying her hands off him. Confused, Astrid followed him with her eyes as he walked over to where a carafe of wine stood and poured himself a glass. Not a bad idea, she thought with a grimace and even found herself longing for some wine for herself as well. She didn’t trust her legs, though, and instead turned back to Eret, hoping desperately that he was about to come up with a twist that would keep Hiccup safe.

“So what we're going to do is this. Dagur and I – along with our retinue, as I assume our fathers will give us an escort to ensure our safety – will travel together until we find a nice inn to spend this short vacation. Once we've settled, Hiccup can sneak away and head out on his own. That way, I’m not involved and it’s all his glory. But it’s also important that he ditches us, because he’ll be able to travel faster as a single man than as part of a noble’s retinue. I know Oramond and the surrounding area. There are no dragons living close by; travelling distance is not a problem if you can fly like these beasts. Now, if we only have five days, then even those who try to win this Hunt will only travel for one day, if that, before they start searching the woods. But that close to the city, they won't have any luck. You have to travel north until you reach the edge of the swamps before you're likely to encounter any dragons. If Hiccup rides hard and brings a spare mount to swap out or has the means to change them, he can reach the swampland on the second day, leaving everyone else far behind. Then it's just him out there, no threat of any rivalry or even competition."

"Aye, that could work," Dagur nodded.

There was a grin on his face now as he shared a look with Eret, but even though a part of her understood why Dagur would enjoy certain aspects of this plan, Astrid couldn’t be happy for them. She was still shaking, her arms wrapped around herself. There was logic in Eret’s words; if Hiccup rode ahead of all other participants, then he would be relatively safe. But still… She didn’t like this idea. Somehow, she had a bad feeling about it.

“It will,” Eret nodded at Dagur, not feeling the same reluctance as Astrid. "And as for finding and killing a dragon… There is not a single man among Astrid's former suitors who I think capable of actually succeeding, except for Hiccup. Lucky for us, the Tribes didn't send anyone to gain her favour, so Hiccup is the only one who actually has any experience with fighting dragons. He’d have two and a half days, that should be enough to find and kill one before he has to travel back. We just have to prepare and equip him suffic–”

CRASH!

Astrid jumped, as did everyone else, at the sound of glass shattering. She whirled just in time to see Hiccup fall down onto his knees, crying out in apparent agony.

Her heart was racing as she rushed toward him in an instant, trying to understand what had happened. Had he somehow hurt himself? Or was it some form of attack? Was he injured?

To her relief, he appeared to be unharmed, even though he was crouching on the ground, hunched over, and his hands were clenched into white knuckles as they clutched at his hair. But at least he wasn’t bleeding...

Scared and confused, she kneeled down at his side. “Hiccup?” she said, her voice quiet but urgent.

He didn’t respond though, so she tried to draw his attention by placing a hand on his arm. He flinched at the contact, but when he still didn’t react Astrid decided to give him a few moments. He clearly needed time to calm down, so instead of demanding an answer, she looked around and tried to understand what had happened. There were shards of glass on the ground from where the noise had come from, a dark red spot on the tapestries. Wine? Had Hiccup thrown the glass? But why?

With a low groan, Hiccup stirred, and Astrid turned back to him immediately. She could see his face now, ashen white and his eyes hollow.

“So it’s happening again,” he gasped, his voice trembling with an odd humourless laugh. “It all boils down to me killing a dragon. Again!”

. o O o .

Hiccup’s hands were shaking, his mind in shambles. Only dimly, he was aware of how the others were talking around him. It was something important, he was sure of that much. Probably something he should listen to. They were all doing so much for him and Astrid, Eret especially; Hiccup owed it to him to at least listen. But no matter how hard he’d tried, he wasn’t able to pay attention.

His mind was too full, flowing over with memories, images, impressions. Like a cup of wine having a full jug poured into it, the feelings spilling over the sides. Heat and pain, sorrow and fear, a wild beast, burned wood and smoke.

And guilt.

So, so very much guilt...

The thought raced through his head, dominating everything else.

Fire.

It wasn't my fault...

Smoke.

It wasn't my fault!

Burned flesh.

It wasn't my fault!

“The chief and his family are dead.”

It wasn’t... my... fault...

The mantra against his own sense of overwhelming guilt echoed in his head, drowning out all other noises around him, his eyes screwed shut. He felt like curling into a ball, like covering his ears with his hands, like screaming until these memories left him in peace. There was a pain in his chest, like a burning hole, the pain of losing his family as intense as on the day it had happened. At that moment, he just wanted to crumble and dissolve into dust, anything to escape the pain.

But then there was something else, something holding him back. It was strong, like a soothing warmth, thrumming and glowing. It was enough to dull the pain, to balance the sorrow. Enough to keep going.

"Hiccup?"

Hiccup sighed, shakily. Her voice was like a lighthouse, an anchor. Something to hold on to and to lead him out of the darkness.

He needed a few moments, blinking to clear his vision. Astrid was kneeling right in front of him, looking at him with those deep blue eyes of hers. They were so full of life, of love, of trust and support. Something to focus on until his thoughts had settled.

With a low strangled sob, he pulled her into his arms, his face once more buried in her hair. She was all he had left. All he needed. His future. He had to focus on that or he’d drown in sorrow again.

"Hiccup, are you all right? What happened?"

Her voice was muffled against his chest and yet he felt as if it was ringing cristal clear directly in his head. What happened? Never before had she asked. She had always been patient with him, had never pushed him to say more than he could. And he knew that she didn’t mean it like that now, either. All she wanted to know was why he'd thrown that glass, why he'd screamed. Had he screamed? He wasn't sure anymore.

But that didn't matter. What happened? She might not have asked after his past, but that wasn't the point. The point was that he had to tell her. It wasn't about admitting his weakness and reliving that nightmare, not anymore. If their plan actually and honestly depended on him killing a dragon...

His eyes wandered around from one confused face to the other. They didn’t understand why he’d reacted so strongly, and how could they? They couldn’t know what ‘fighting a dragon’ would mean to him. Which was why it was important now to tell them everything. Eret might suspect something, depending on what he’d heard, and Astrid… she only knew that something bad had happened. But if their plan was based on him going up against a dragon… then they had to know the truth. That he might not be able to win.

"No," he mumbled. His voice felt weak, brittle. "No, I'm not all right. But it's okay. I'll be okay."

Astrid grunted, clearly confused and not fully believing him, and from around them, similar noises echoed to his ears. When he looked up, he saw Eret, Dagur, and the twins all throwing puzzled looks, at him and each other. Sighing, he closed his eyes again, breathing in her mayweed scent to gather his courage.

"You ask what happened? If you really want to know, then we better sit down. It's a long story..."

. o O o .

Once more, they all settled in the chairs around the room. It made the atmosphere a little cosier than it had been during their discussion before, and Astrid had a feeling that this might be needed. She and Hiccup sat on a cushioned bench, and since he hadn’t let go of her even once, she opted to cuddle as close to him as she could. He didn’t say anything, but she got the impression that he was grateful for it, his arm around her trembling as he returned her hug. And if he really would talk about what she thought, then he would need her support. His head was angled to the side, and with his face half-buried in her hair, he took a deep breath before he began to speak.

“I… better start at the beginning,” he said in a low voice. He wasn’t looking at anyone now, his gaze fixed on the floor. Maybe that made it easier to talk. “Among the Tribes, we have this… this rite of passage, you can call it. Maybe you’ve heard about it, I don’t know… Being a warrior is less a job or profession but a title. It’s an honour. Everyone, men and women alike, who wants to call themselves a warrior once they legally become an adult, at the age of eighteen at the earliest, has to kill a dragon first. Most people who’re willing and able to become warriors kill a dragon during one raid or the other, it’s practically unavoidable. And even if it takes them months or even years longer… it doesn’t matter too much, doesn’t make a difference.”

Astrid listened apprehensively. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but from how he’d always shied away from even thinking about his past… Well, it wouldn’t be anything good.

“For me, it was different, though,” he went on. “As the son of the High Chief and heir to the title, everyone’s attention was on me. And on the fact that I hadn’t killed a dragon by the time I turned eighteen. Me becoming a warrior was an important event, a sign of my strength, that I would be able to lead our people in battle. There were voices of concern, worried that I might not be capable. And, well... To be honest, they weren’t entirely unfounded. I wasn’t bad at fighting per se; not overly strong but fast and good at learning different techniques. But when it came to fighting dragons, I was… I guess you can say I was not as enthusiastic as others.”

There was a low snort coming from Eret. Did he know what Hiccup was talking about? When the two shared a quick glance, she noticed pain in Hiccup’s eyes and understanding in Eret’s before Hiccup continued his explanation.

“You see, the Tribes… We’ve been fighting dragons for generations now. I don’t know whether the beasts have difficulty catching their own food where we hunt and fish or whether they’re just lazy, but they regularly steal our livestock and stored fish. And when we ward them off, they typically set things on fire, like houses. So, in order to keep us and our food storages safe, we fight them off whenever we see them. It’s like a reflex, self-defence.

“This sounds like I’m trying to excuse what we did when it should be normal to defend your life. But you see, it wasn’t always like that. Or… at least not if you believe in the old legends. Most say they are nothing but fairy tales the elderly like to tell around campfires and nobody believes them to be true. According to these legends, we didn’t always fight the dragons. Reportedly, there were times when the dragons and the Tribesmen were friends and some even claim we once rode on their backs through the air. And ever since I can remember… These legends always fascinated me. I always wished they were true. I mean, wouldn’t that be amazing? I often dreamed about how that would be, not just riding a horse or the waves on a fast ship, but soaring high through the winds.” He paused, a wistful expression on his face, then added with a sad smile, “Dad wasn’t exactly thrilled, often cursed the decision to name me Hiccup. I’m still not sure how serious he was.”

Confused, Astrid stirred. “Why? What does your name have to do with everything else?” she asked, her forehead wrinkled.

Hiccup’s lips twitched, but before he could answer, Eret beat him to it. “Did you never think that ‘Hiccup’ is a rather odd name?” he asked, a slight chuckle in his voice.

Astrid felt Hiccup’s eyes on her, curious for her reaction. But she merely shrugged. “Not really. I know that it’s a relatively common name among the Tribes. The entire Royal Guard is made of Tribesmen, remember? I’ve met a few Hiccups before.” She looked up, relieved to see Hiccup smile, if tentatively.

“You’re right, it’s a common name,” he confirmed. “But there’s a reason for that. You see, according to the old legends, it was a man named Hiccup who was the first to ever befriend and ride a dragon. As children, we often hear these stories, fairy tales to keep us entertained on stormy days. But they fascinated me long after that age, and I often spent my time reading about these old legends and digging through archives for more information when I instead was supposed to practice dragon fighting or help in the forge to build more weapons. And every time the dragons raided our food supplies, I found myself reluctant to fight them. So, yeah… Dad wasn’t thrilled that I apparently took after my namesake.

"But... I couldn’t get rid of these thoughts. What if these old legends were true and the dragons could be our friends instead? I always did my best to chase them off, but it became noticeable that I wouldn’t harm them. I just couldn’t bring myself to hurt them, not with these stories always fresh in my mind from when I told them every night to Tooth–"

Hiccup suddenly broke off and Astrid cocked her head. "Tooth?" she asked. The way he’d said that word had made it sound like a name, if a strange one. But what drew her attention even more thoroughly was how Hiccup flinched as the name slipped off his lips and how his face crumpled in pain.

His hand around her own tightened noticeably, and he took a moment to hide his face in her hair before he answered, his voice nearly breaking.

"Toothless,” he gasped in a weak whisper. “My… my little brother. His real name was Teitr, but my sister and I often called him Toothless. It was… an in-joke of some sort.” He paused, taking a deep shaky breath before he continued in a sober voice. “According to the old legends, the dragon that Hiccup back then rode was a Night Fury named Toothless. And when Teitr took nearly a year to eventually get his first teeth… well, it seemed fitting and the nickname stuck somehow."

. o O o .

Just as expected, the pain was almost overwhelming. Hiccup clung to Astrid as if to dear life, deeply inhaling the scent of mayweed and her to keep himself sane as the memories came crashing down on him.

…

"...and this is why you should never anger a Death Song."

Hiccup closed the book and placed it onto the table next to him.

"No, read another one! Please?" Teitr looked up with a pout, his green eyes wide and pleading.

Hiccup groaned, but was spared an answer when unexpected laughter sounded from behind them.

"It's your own fault, Hic. You are the one who started his obsession for these legends. Now live with it."

Arndis threw him a smirk, then grabbed one of the swords from a stash near the door. She made a few steps until she’d reached the open area in the workshop’s middle, then whirled around with the sword in hand, going through a series of motions and battle stances. When she was done, she nodded approvingly. "This one is balanced perfectly, good job. Who's is it?"

“Uh, the one with the big pommel?” Hiccup had to crane his neck to take a look at the list at the other end of his desk. "That's for Master Svenson." He took a pen and made a sign behind that order. When Arndis said the sword was balanced, then he didn't need to double-check for himself.

She came over and placed the sword onto the table, a safe distance away from Teitr's pudgy hands.

"Read more?" their little brother demanded, holding up the book to his big sister.

But Arndis just shook her head, chuckling as she ruffled through Teitr's auburn locks; the same colour as hers and Hiccup's. "Sorry, Toothless, but Mother asked me to sew something for her. A traditional shieldmaiden's outfit. I think it's supposed to be a gift?" She shrugged. "Anyway, I don't have time today, little monster. Stay here and play with Hiccup, okay?"

Hiccup threw her a deadpan look. As if he didn't have enough work to do, too. But then, he loved spending time with his little brother, and luckily, Teitr loved to help him wherever he could.

"All right, how about we go to the stables and see if they have something to do for us?"

The little boy squealed at that suggestion, eager to pet his little pony, so Hiccup lifted him up and onto his shoulders.

Arndis chuckled. "You realise that's kind of the wrong way around?" She gestured at her two brothers, Toothless riding on Hiccup’s back.

Hiccup rolled his eyes but couldn’t help smiling fondly as Teitr giggled.

“Giddyup!”

…

"So, what happened then? I guess they made you fight in the arena?”

Eret’s voice tore him back into the here and now with painful brutality. It took Hiccup a few moments to push his painful memories aside and focus on his surroundings again. Gods, he missed them so much! But once his mind was clear again, he gratefully nodded at his cousin. His words hadn’t been just curiosity, Hiccup knew, but also a deliberate distraction, and he appreciated the sentiment.

He nodded. "It's the official version of the rite of passage," he explained for the others. "A one-against-one fight in Berk's grand arena. As I said, it doesn’t happen often, but my case was special enough…”

At his side, Astrid became rigid, her hand twitching. “You fought a dragon,” she whispered. “And you didn’t win.”

Pained, Hiccup looked at her. How did she know? Or was she finally realising the obvious, how much of a failure he was?

“That’s what you told me once,” she reminded him. “When you showed me your leg and I asked what had happened.”

Hiccup relaxed, if only a little. Stupid, stupid thought!, he reminded himself. Her feelings for him were just as strong as his were for her… even if, for a moment, his self-doubts had let him forget.

“Right…” He nodded. Out of reflex, his free hand moved down to rub at his leg, the memory alone enough to make the pain flare up again. “Yeah, that’s when it happened. The leg and…”

...and so much more!

“What happened?” Eret coaxed, gently.

Hiccup pressed his eyes shut. As if that was enough to keep the painful memories away… But, of course, it was no good. And it wouldn’t get any better, not until he’d told the whole story and could move on.

“I don’t even know what exactly went wrong,” he said in a low voice. “They set me up against a Monstrous Nightmare, of course, they did. The most dangerous dragon they could get a hold on. After all, I had to prove that I was worthy of becoming High Chief one day. And… and I was confident that I could do it. I’d practised fighting dragons for so long and I’d been preparing myself for weeks, knew what to do. I should have been able to do it! From what I remember, I had done my best in that fight.” He sighed. “But it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t able to defeat it. And even now, I’m still not sure whether I held back for some reason, maybe because I didn’t want Teitr to watch me kill a dragon, or whether I was just not good enough, whether I was too slow or made a mistake or…”

He shrugged, feeling useless.

“Either way, I couldn’t defeat it. It was too fast, too fierce. It… it’s all a blur. In one moment, I was facing it with my sword and shield, and in the next…” He sucked in a sharp breath. “In the next, I was lying on the ground, unable to move as guards rushed into the arena to capture the beast and put it back into its cell. All I remembered was that I had somehow lost my weapon in-between. And the pain. I didn’t notice at first, only when the other men rushed past me and I tried to get up and help. The Nightmare had hit me with its claw, one long gash from my ankle up and past my knee, bleeding and... I must have passed out then. The next thing I remembered was that I got carried out of the arena, the dragon contained again.”

He trailed off, his head dropping until his unruly hair fell around his face to hide it. The sober words he used to tell his story didn’t do his memories justice. But how could he put into words how it had been to face that monstrous beast in an open fight? How could he explain how disoriented he’d been, surrounded by flames and noises? How could he admit how frightened he’d been, how helpless and useless he’d felt. How could he make them understand how all-consuming the pain had been, even when his mind had numbed the actual sensation?

Or how crushing the guilt and embarrassment still was…

“It was mortifying,” he eventually went on, murmuring quietly, and if the others hadn’t been listening attentively, they surely would have missed his words. “I was the firstborn son of the High Chief, the heir to his title. The one who was supposed to lead the Tribes in a couple of years. And I wasn’t capable of fighting and killing a dragon. Nobody said anything to me, but I could feel it in the way they looked at me, the pity and disappointment in their eyes. And I-I couldn’t stand it.”

Hiccup trembled as he remembered how ashamed he’d been. He’d failed...

“They’d brought me to the healers. But before anyone had tended to my leg, I had slipped out again. I know how foolish that had been but…” Again, he shook his head. “I just wanted to get away, to hide from everything and everyone. Somehow I made it into the forest behind the village, limping and without anyone noticing. I can’t say for how long I stumbled through the woods. I had lost all sense of time. It must have been hours though because eventually, night fell. It was cold and my leg hurt terribly, but it was too dark to find my way back and… and I didn’t want to go back anyway. I didn’t want my mother to comfort me, didn’t want to listen to Arndis teasing me, not even gently, didn’t want to hear Teitr’s innocent encouragements. And most of all, I didn’t want to see the disappointment in my father’s eyes… I couldn’t stand even thinking about it!”

But, oh, what would he give if he could go back, could see and hear them all again. Just one more time…

“It was cold that night, especially in the forest. Icy. Sleet and rain and wind, and I didn’t even have a coat, much less a blanket or any other equipment. And my leg hurt. I knew I’d been stupid to not let anyone treat it, but even worse was the dirt that had gotten into the wound out there in the forest. I thought I would die that night, bleed out or maybe freeze to death. And a part of me thought that it would be better that way, that it was what I deserved for failing and for running away.”

It took Hiccup a moment to realise that the trembling of his hand wasn’t his own. Astrid was shaking, her hands holding his not tight enough to cover it. He squeezed them and dared to look up into her eyes. As expected they were wide, unshed tears shimmering along the edges. Tears for him, for his former self.

Almost involuntarily, his lips twitched into something like a smile. He brought her hand to his lips to brush a soft kiss onto her knuckles, then sat up to huddle against her. Her warmth, her strength, her love. That was all he needed.

“It was past dawn before I returned to the village. I barely remember the night or how I made it back, only that I was freezing and wet and that my leg hurt somewhat terribly. I was barely lucid, stumbling around, and at first, I didn’t even notice that something was off. There were far too many people up already, all agitated and running around. And that horrible smell in the air…” He shuddered involuntarily. “I wanted to go home, to let my mother take a look at my leg and to rest. But I couldn’t find it. I remember laughing at myself at how confused I was, not even finding my own home anymore… And it took me far too long to understand that… that my home was gone.”

“What do you mean by ‘it was gone’?” Astrid asked into the silence that followed, tentatively.

Hiccup stared at the floor, eyes empty. “It was simply gone,” he whispered. “I’d been looking for the colourfully decorated front and the high roof with the dragon emblem on top of it. But none of that existed anymore. Instead, there was only a large group of people, gathered around some burned ruins. And it took me far too long to understand.” Behind his unseeing eyes, the memories rose once more, of burned beams reaching into the morning sky, of smoke and still-glowing embers here and there. And of the dread that overcame him at that moment – a feeling that had never really left since then.

“I later learned,” he went on in a hollow voice, “that during the night, the entire building had burned to the ground. And… and that nobody had made it out alive. I only saw them when they carried the bodies outside; they wouldn’t let me into the ruins. But from what I’ve heard… My parents had apparently been lucky.” He scoffed. “They died in their sleep. They were still in their bed; my father had been easy to identify with his massive body and the same was true for my mother as well, taller than most and lying next to him. My only solace is tha-that they died peacefully. My siblings didn’t have that luck.” He gulped, leaning into Astrid’s arm as she squeezed his shoulder. “They must have woken up and tried to escape along with a couple of serving girls. Their bodies had been found on the floor of the living room. Teitr’s body had been clutched in the arms of one of the girls and… and it hadn’t even been possible to determine if it had been Arndis or not. They couldn’t tell the girls apart.”

“Oh, Hiccup. That… that’s horrible.” The pain in Astrid’s voice was real, as was the sincere sympathy he felt thrumming through their bond. It felt like a comforting touch to his soul, soothing and maybe even a little healing.

Dagur and the twins were silent, radiating sorrow. Only Eret reacted, leaning forward on his chair and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Yeah, we heard about the fire,” he said in a bleak voice. If anyone could understand his pain then it was Eret. He’d known his parents, had practised sword-fighting with Anrdis and had let Teitr ride on his back. For him, the loss had been painful, too.

It was… funny, in a way. No, not funny. Weird. He’d thought that reliving all these memories would be impossible, that he’d break down like he’d broken down before whenever he’d thought about his dead family. But instead, he felt… lighter somehow. As if by talking about them, a burden had been lifted off his shoulders. They might be gone, but they weren’t forgotten. He would always remember them, always keep them close to his heart.

“But how did you end up disowned and exiled?” Eret continued after a short pause. “How could they blame you for something that must have been an accident? You weren’t even there.”

“Exactly,” Hiccup muttered. He took a deep breath, then straightened. “It’s never been a secret how the fire happened. The Nightmare I’d been supposed to kill the day before escaped from its cage and, presumably following my scent, went straight to our house. It was brought down quickly, but by then, the fire was already too big to be contained.”

The body of the dead dragon had still been there, carelessly left to be dealt with later. A silent reminder of his failure.

“You ask why they exiled me?” His eyes met Eret’s, finding comfort in his earnest concern just like Astrid next to him gave him strength and courage. Here, he was among friends. They wouldn’t judge him, wouldn’t believe what his fellow Tribesmen had accused him of. “Because they suspected me of having caused the fire on purpose. What a ‘lucky coincidence’ that I hadn’t been there, that I had survived. As if me hiding in the forest hadn’t been an act of cowardice but just a fake alibi instead.” He shook his head. “They only had suspicions and leads, of course, no solid proof. But that was enough for them to distrust me. The dragon couldn’t have escaped on its own, it was securely locked away. Had I released it, not knowing it would directly go to our house? Or had I directed it there on purpose? Had it been an act of spite to cover up my weakness and failure of the lost fight or had I actively planned for my father to die so that they had to appoint me as High Chief?”

Seeing the disbelief and anger in Eret’s eyes helped to keep his own in check. Hiccup took another deep breath and let it out slowly, focussing on Astrid’s warmth next to him instead of the pain of betrayal and guilt he still felt. “The rest you know. They locked me up until judgement was spoken and then exiled me. They… they didn’t even let me attend my family’s funeral. And even though I didn’t do what they accused me of… they were also right on one point. It was all my fault...”

“Hiccup,” Eret said, but he didn’t let him finish whatever he wanted to say.

“If I hadn’t run away like a petulant child then maybe I could have prevented it. I often stayed up late, maybe I would have noticed the fire in time. Maybe I could have saved them, or–”

“Or maybe you’d be dead now, too,” Tuff deadpanned.

Pressing his lips into a tense line, Hiccup nodded. “Or that,” he agreed, quietly. “And I’ve often thought that, maybe, that would have been the better option.”

Next to him, Astrid flinched and sucked in a sharp breath. Hiccup turned toward her and threw her an apologetic look. He couldn’t help that those had been his thoughts in his weakest moments. But not anymore, he tried to convey with every ounce of sincerity he had, and she seemed to understand, nodding with her lips pressed tightly together. She snuggled closer to his side, equally offering and seeking comfort and strength. Sighing, Hiccup leaned into her, pressed a soft kiss into her hair, and gave himself a moment to bask in her presence. With her around, he felt lighter, as if nothing was impossible.

“I don’t see how any of this was your fault,” Dagur eventually threw in. “To me, it sounds as if they’d only been looking for a reason. Weren’t there some riots before that already? Some groups rebelling against House Haddock’s lead? I think I remember having heard about that.”

Sighing, Hiccup nodded. “Yes, you heard right. Not everyone was happy with how my father and the King used to be friends. They thought it would make us weak, that we should rebel and rule ourselves again, without a King. And that’s probably what happened, that these voices then grew stronger and took over. But it’s still my fault.” He held up a hand to ward off any protest. “If I’d simply killed the dragon as I’d been supposed to, had proven myself worthy of our people’s respect, then nothing would have happened. They would still be alive…”

There was a heavy silence as nobody was able to contradict him. Hiccup pressed his lips together and nodded. It had been his fault, even if only indirectly.

Eventually, Eret cleared his throat to draw everyone’s attention. “You know… as much as I’d like to give you time to process now – we don’t really have much time. But before we dive head-first into further planning and preparations, there’s one question we need to address above all others.”

Hiccup looked up and cocked his head, wondering what Eret meant.

“Do you think you can do it? Can you kill a dragon?”

. o O o .

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