#alternative wedding photographer

[davidfrain]

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[reshinless]

──── day 2: dnd on the hotel door.

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ synopsis. wherein your friends give him.. more than just suggestive photos at your wedding. (you had a private boudoir photoshoot prior to it!)

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ pairings. kinich, neuvillette, zhongli, tartaglia, capitano x gn!afab!reader. !!NSFW/SUGGESTIVE CONTENT!!

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ director's notice. saw a cute tt of this exact topic (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) will do diff characters next week!

kinich who'd already been so nervous for whatever was to come on this day; he was always more than willing. he knew the first laugh you both shared. the first kiss you both partook in, not everyone he's kissed had such a long-lasting impact on him, that's if he ever kissed anyone at all (that wasn't you.)

it wasn't all that special he said, but everything you've ever wanted in a wedding was there. he remembered what flowers you'd always pluck from the grounds you traveled on. or the colors that always had your eyebrow twitching just hearing the first letter of the pigment's name.

the venue wasn't necessarily small either, borrowing whatever he could in his homeland to make it perfect, even going as far as to asking others for help on what to embellish the locale in.

for as long as you've known him- kinich wasn't much of a romantic. letting you take the lead instead, switching up occasionally by spooning you alternatively. but you remembered he'd always laid his head atop your chest, from the nightmares of his own past, and regrets; he found peace in listening to your heartbeat, and feeling your torso heave slowly.

he wanted to make you feel special today & tonight. so he wants to do it right at least. he tried to fluster you in a way that you'd be surprised, aware he wasn't very amorous.

or at least that's what was in his point of view because you had a whole other plan ready for him. but you didn't know about the surprises he'd throw either.

the whole theme of the wedding was based on his tribe, encased with traces of your own home/favorite colors.

but something that you'd see as a surprise this afternoon was kinich's suit. it wasn't the usual black suit and tie. no- he wore.. your initial around his neck, and his tie was the color of your eyes.

you felt your eyes water a little, walking down the aisle, your arm entangled with the guardian who's been with you since day one. (or whoever you'd like!)

after the classic bouquet toss, and squealings later. you told your newly-wed husband your bridesmaids had a surprise for him. he didn't think much of it; meeting them before, they seemed nice enough. (one of them is mualani btw :3)

mualani who stands beside kinich briefly for the picture, she hands him a polaroid photo from the photographer's kamera. "what is-" he gets cut off, his face turning to playfully sour until it slowly changes to his usual stoic behavior (he doesn't know his face is turning redder by the second)

"you.. hmm." he awkwardly nodded after another picture was taken of his reaction, cheeks aflame; the picture was still so clear in his mind. now it couldn't get out!

the mental image of your body in frilly lace/in nothing but a blanket over you, a simple layer of clothing that stopped him from seeing your bare body- fuck he could feel himself get hard already.

and the more time that passed, progressing with each photo being taken, the worse his boner got. shit he can't believe you're his. and he's damn well lucky to have you.

even as he stood idly, talking to some of the guests, some more of the bridesmaids came up to him, handing him more scenes for him to visualize in his head.

"ahh.. may i excuse myself from this conversation?" he politely bows and walks away to where you were. the eventide's stellar in the sky definitely wasn't shining each time he saw you. oh there it is- that laugh he always loved and fell in love with again each time he heard it.

"pretty.. ahh.. there's something i.. need help with."

kinich who's already in your newly bought home, hurriedly stripping you of your clothes, ready to devour you and eat your cunt out to his content.

kinich who could only palm his erection, as his mouth latched onto your wetness was already waiting for him. your taste, how it smelled, how your slit was already so wet for him- you knew what you were doing. and it worked really damn well.

neuvillette who was already nervous, throughout the proposal, even you relationship before being fiancees, I mean, it was you, why wouldn't he be worried? he was ready to jump off a cliff if anything went wrong if he'd tell the truth, but he'd never say that.

neuvillette who sighed with relief, the days of worrying that something bad might happen to you on your special day with him. taking pictures with the bridesmaids for the wedding's little picture book for you to look back on soon, and maybe even for your kids to look at and call you both corny for.

neuvillette who suddenly received 3 photo frames from 3 of your bridesmaids, confused as he took a look at it, he could only feel the rush of warmth crawling up from his neck to his ears. his horns grew the more he looked into the photos.

"w- where did you get this?" he observed the room shyly, looking for any signs of you, why? to help him out with 'something' of course. no one could take care of it better than you did.

they simply shrugged and walked away, whispering and chuckling to each other. awkwardly walking to find you, pulling you to the side, inside one of the venue's main buildings, bringing you into one of the bedrooms.

"you didn't need to tease me like this." you were pinned to the bed once the wedding ended. the painful boner you had caused hadn't gone away, even now, throbbing, missing where it's supposed to be (inside you)

ripping your wedding dress off your body (not really, just making sure you get out of it without ruining it), he couldn't wait to fill you with his seed. he wanted to see personally if you could take all of him in. he could only caress the very rim of your hole, teasing you with his fingers before he would finally split you apart with his cock.

from the amount of time, he's been alive, his stamina would be unmatched, so it'd be entirely up to you for how long you wanna do this :)

it felt as if he was such a meanie, but his words were different- praising you, and gently holding your wrists in place. it didn't quite match the pace of his cock drilling itself inside you though, it felt deep, and it looked as if the night has barely even started. oh well.

zhongli had never thought of the idea of marriage until he overheard you speaking about it with a few of your friends. it wasn't you necessarily hoping he'd propose, but you were the only one within the group of four to have not been married yet!

he knows you'd never leave him for another, but adding a ring to your pretty little hand definitely would tell all the other men and women alike who try to hit on you to say everything for him.

the wedding was more than just a delight, it was planned to the very smallest of details. it was beautiful, even on a budget of somewhat a lot but not too much; it made sure to shine brighter than most of the stars that night.

before he could sweep you into his arms, and take you upstairs into the home you both chose out before the wedding; some of your bridesmaids, along with your maid of honor had handed him a book.

they said nothing but laughed and walked away to the food section, looking through the book and oh wow.

he hadn't learned what a boudoir was but he definitely enjoyed what he was seeing now. flipping through the pages, staying to the side so no one else could see what was happening. he'll have to ask you about that lingerie set later, white definitely complimented you..

"s'dirty.. you tease me like this, even on our special day? mmmf.." you sat down on his cock, as he showed you off in the mirror. the same lingerie set you wore in the photo book was already ripped off your body, and on the floor. geo marks that scattered, covering most of his arms caressed your thighs that trembled.

his strong arm ran over your body, carefully exploring every inch of you that he could. the thought of being legally, and weddedingly(?) yours. you have his last name now.

he could only imagine how much more pleasure he'd want to give you throughout tonight. he could only praise you for taking him so well, watching you try and use his cock for your own, but he's too big :(.

tartaglia who introduced you with pride to his family after proposing. but watching you treat his little sister and brother so well.. oh he had to get you pregnant.

but for now, he'd put those thoughts to the side, and enjoy his and your special day, no lust, just love.

you had other plans though. and he wasn't gonna complain.

a couple of your bridesmaids took pictures with him for the futurity of the book of photos for his siblings to look through as well. but after each photo, they all handed him Polaroids.

"what's this?" he looked at them confusedly, but all they did was "just look at it!" "you won't regret it!" and boy he sure did not!!! ssshit just covered in a blanket, no nothing underneath? you wanna get fucked tonight?

he pushed you against the wall of the master bedroom. "mmm.. w'na try to get me hard like that again in public, and I'm gonna do a looott worse than tonight, baby."

the ring on your finger he saw as your hand held onto the wall while he stripped you- he couldn't help but let out a loud as hellll groan. even when he held you down to the bed, he made sure to kiss the jewelry on your finger that meant you're his for life.

while you ride him, his eyes are always on the necklace that has his initials on it, watching it bounce up and down on your chest. for the longest time; he was foreign to the idea of even a relationship, let alone getting to marry someone. but he was gonna make sure you'll feel what he couldn't express throughout time.

when he's soo obsessed with nutting inside you, he holds your hips down onto his, making sure not a drop will be wasted. he could already imagine what your kids with him would look like.

capitano who preferred a more quiet wedding. one between simple friends, and I guess co-workers (he was against it but you invited them anyway.)

so in this sense, columbina, arlecchino, and signora had agreed to accompany you as your bridesmaids. tsaritsa also agreed to bless your wedding (because she agrees that you are strong, mentally, and physically, and give capitano something to look forward to, unlike before.)

i guess the others attended (most attended just to say congrats and leave, pierro was best man)

accompanying you down to a glass garden house nearby the venue you chose out, but before he could proceed, your three bridesmaids stopped him. cheeky smiles on signora, and columbina's lips- arlecchino handed him a book.

"they want you to have this." the fourth harbinger states, leaving with the two ladies simply giggling and walking off, opposite sides of arlecchino.

he questioningly opened the book while about to walk back to you but oh. wow.

as he catches up to you, he's still a bit flustered, but quickly composed himself once more. "are.. you trying to tease me, kitten?"

and as much as he hasn't had any experience in a long while, oh boy is he ready to find out if he still got it or not

but capitano never knew he'd be so turned on to think about what real married life had to offer.. like kids. he knew he couldn't necessarily have them since he's a harbinger, but a man can dream, right?

anyways he's already pulling your hair from behind, while he has you doggy style on the mattress. I don't know cause I get the feeling he would.

a tight hold onto the strands of your hair. "fffuck.. this is what you get for looking so fuckin' hot.." he groans.

even so when he isn't fucking your pussy with sloppy thrusts from behind- he's fingering you with his long fingers that make you go wild.

he does take note that his fingers are pretty long, so he's pretty careful when it comes down to that.

you sitting on his lap while he admires you in the mirror, watching how you reacted to simply him adding another digit inside your hole, as another hand held onto your left hand, caressing the ring that binded you to him. he couldn't be happier!

[janthonygarnica]

Putting into words what the heart wants to say. 

Creating and capturing moments for generations to come to witness the moment. 

[quinnlarrabee]

Macron's fiery Sorbonne speech targets summering American Millennials

It’s no coincidence that Emmanuel Macron gave a fiery speech about the threats facing Europe the same week that American Millennials in New York, LA, and Miami began talking about booking their one-way flights to the continent. "There is a risk our Europe could die - we are not equipped to face the risks," Macron said, referring to the dietary allergies, alternative milk needs, and tedious conversations of trust-funded, unemployed young adults who will begin their summer in Paris to attend a museum benefit that spills into a large dinner party with several professional photographers before traveling to Puglia, Comporta, or Ibiza where they will subsist on ‘beautiful tomatoes,’ flat whites, and MDMA. 

Europe has struggled with illegal immigration for decades, and there is no more pressing illegal immigration threat than American Millennials who have decided that being unemployed in Europe is less distressing for their parents than being unemployed in Williamsburg. Google searches for ‘how long can I stay in EU without passport’ spiked in late-April among Americans who have not yet bought a Portuguese passport from a guy who used to run a turnkey Burning Man camp who is now running a Golden Visa scheme in Lisbon. “Our Europe today is mortal,” Macron said. “It can die and that depends solely on our choices,” the choices being whether or not to search and detain for ketamine at customs and how to clearly define tipping protocol in restaurants. 

“It used to be enough to spend a couple weeks in Italy in July,” observes Coco, a 34-year-old retired gallery founder who is on the board of several art-related non-profits that she instructed her unpaid interns to start. “But now it gets so hot in Europe in July that everyone is going in June and even like, May.” Coco has several weddings and dinner parties in various coastal destinations in Europe in June, but she has not yet RSVP’d nor has she booked any travel. “I know I’m going to go, but I’ve just been too busy to look at the dates or book anything,” she says, absently picking some kind of beige matter from the left eye of her toy goldendoodle. Macron at one point asserts in his speech that Europe is “too slow and lacks ambition,” referring directly to Coco’s ambivalent European travel plans. 

Uncertainty permeates the vibe in Europe right now, not because of a military threat posed by a giant, angry country with cocked nukes driven by a weak-minded Cold War relic, but because every Millennial in New York, Miami and Los Angeles has expressed their intention to occupy Europe without declaring the targets. 

“Is very stressful,” says Aldo Melpignano, the proprietor of Borgo Egnazia, a trendy boutique hotel in Puglia that for Europeans costs €120 a night and charges 30something Americans visiting from coastal zipcodes $970. “I see the hashtags on the Instagram, like, I’m coming for your @borgoegnazia,” he says. “Va bene, Allison, when you gonna come for us, and are you gonna come with that stupid capello?” says Aldo while making a pinched-fingers emoji with one hand and pointing to his head with the other. Hotel, coffee shop, organic market, and narcotics purveyors all over Italy, France, Spain, and Portugal have echoed this desire for more resolute planning and fewer hats from the demographic that funds the less productive but more desirable EU countries.  

"We must produce more, we must produce faster, and we must produce as Europeans," Macron said, a rallying cry to European DJs to sample only vocals that were recorded in native European languages.  

“Europe must show that it is never a vassal of the United States and that it also knows how to talk to all the other regions of the world," Macron said, refuting the irrefutable fact that Europe has become a summer camp for unproductive younger Americans and suggesting that they be immediately deported to Bodrum or Izmir upon landing at CDG, MXP, and LIS. 

“This is a betrayal of our values that ultimately leads us to dependency on other counties,” Macron said, making an observation about Europe’s frustration with having to work between May and August in order to show American Millennials how to correctly tap their credit card on puzzling European payment terminals.

“Europe must become capable of defending its interests, with its allies by our side whenever they are willing, and alone if necessary,” said Macron, in defense of French baristas who do not like working with oat milk. Taking a hands-on approach to ensuring the EU’s “ability to ensure our security” Macron and his wife will begin their Summer at a wedding in the Aeolian Islands in early June, float around Sicily or Puglia the following week, head to Bonjuk Bay for an appearance of prominent LA-based DJ, RICHE, and then couch-surf in Santa Gertrudis de Fruitera the rest of the summer.

[iwtvfanevents]

Rewind the Tape —Episode 2

Art of the episode

Just like we did for the pilot, we took note of the art shown and mentioned in the second episode while we rewatched it, and we are sharing our findings with you. Did we miss any? Can you help us put a name to the unidentified ones? Do you have any thoughts about how these references could be interpreted?

Unnamed painting by Marius de Romanus

Created for the show (uncredited artist).

Armand (still "Rashid") tells Daniel that Marius was a contemporary of Tintoretto (1518-1594).

Transformation

Ron Bechet, 2021 [Identified by Gizmodo's Linda Codega, here.]

Bechet is a New Orleans-born visual artist. He's a relative of the early jazz pioneer Sidney Bechet. Exhibition Prospect.5 says about the collection this piece belongs to: "Bechet carefully renders the ways vines wrap themselves around trees for support and access to sunlight. At times, this relationship serves both the vine and the tree. Works such as Transformation depict a harmonious symbiosis, as tree and vine both flourish. (...) Through his immersive compositions, Bechet invites us to see history and ourselves in relationship to the beauty, power, and violence of the natural world." And, from Xula Gallery: "Here, we are gifted with the physical proximity of life and death – How they share the same organic space, how they sleep together as equals. The flora of South Louisiana's natural landscape is cleaved open to expose its roots. (...) Here is botany that has every potential of becoming monstrous. All of these meanderings are used to symbolize the deep historical roots of a family home and exhibits the precariousness of nature, both human and environmental, with all of its nurturing and destructive potential. (...) It is a diaspora body, skin folded back to reveal its elegant and resilient backbone."

Untitled photographs

Vivian Maier, undated

Maier was a street photographer whose work was discovered and distributed after her death —she took more than 150,000 photographs during her life, and never printed or circulated any. You can learn more about how her work came to light here. We don't actually see the self-portrait in the third picture, which hangs to the left, until episode four.

Dancers

Edgar Degas, 1899 [Identified by @nicodelenfent, here.]

Degas produced countless paintings of ballerinas throughout his career. While he is often considered an impressionist, he himself saw himself more as a realist and preferred harsh gritty subjects of working class backgrounds. Ballerinas at the time often came from working class or poor families and worked intense grueling hours.

Berthe Morisot with a Fan

Edouard Manet, 1872 [Identified by @nicodelenfent.]

Manet was one of the first 19th-century artists to paint modern life, as well as a pivotal figure in the transition from Realism to Impressionism. The portrait in this scene shows his close friend, painter Berthe Morisot, wearing mourning blacks after the death of her father, but wearing a wedding ring —she was engaged to Manet's brother.

Portrait of Erich Lederer

Egon Schiele, 1912 [Identified by @nicodelenfent.]

The Schiele depicts a young Erich Lederer, son of art collectors Serena and August Lederer, whose collection was looted by the Gestapo.

Paddy Flannigan

George Bellows, 1908 [Identified by @nicodelenfent.]

The Bellows depicts a young impoverished boy on the streets of New York.

A Doll's House

Henrik Ibsen, 1879

Lestat tells Louis "They'll seat us late, and we'll miss Nora's entrance with the Christmas tree," which quite a few fans soon identified as a reference to this play, in which a housewife becomes slowly disillusioned with marital life and eventually leaves her husband. This conclusion led to the play being banned in certain countries, such as Germany and Britain, and Ibsen was compelled to write an alternative ending, in which Nora's husband forced her to stay. In the two stage productions pictured above, you can see Kelsey Brennan and Nate Burger on the left, and Assad Zaman and Anjana Vasan on the right.

Unnamed paintings of Papa du Lac and Paul

Created for the show (uncredited artist).

Unidentified painting*

* The running theory is that the woman in this painting is Gabrielle, Lestat's mother; which would mean this is another uncredited prop painted for the show.

Woman in A Fur Coat

Edouard Manet, 1879

Additionally, on the bottom left corner of the frame you can catch a glimpse of another unidentified painting, but we couldn't get any clearer looks of it either.

Autumn at Arkville

Alexander H. Wyant, 1909 [Identified by @vfevermillion.]

The one in the mirror and the one on the other side of the door are too blurry, but we managed to place the one on top of the couch!

The Lone Tenement

George Bellows, 1909 [Identified by @nicodelenfent.]

The National Gallery of Art says about this painting: "Bellows has imbued the composition with a sense of eerie wistfulness, recording the precarious positions of those who were being displaced to make way for the future."

Don Pascuale

Gaetano Donizetti, 1842

The opera that Louis and Lestat go to at the end of the episode follows an elderly bachelor, who gets conned by his nephew Ernesto and his friend Malatesta into marrying the nephew's lover, Norina, under false pretenses. You can find a complete synopsis here.

The Storm On The Sea Of Galilee

Rembrandt van Rijn, 1633 [Identified by Gizmodo's Linda Codega.]

Rembrandt van Rijn, Dutch Baroque painter and printmaker from the 17th century, is best known for his biblical and allegorical pieces. Rembrandt's only seascape was stolen from the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston on March 18th, 1990, alongside other 12 works of art. The case remains unsolved.

If you spot or put a name to any other references, let us know if you'd like us to add them with credit to the post!

This week, we will be rewatching and discussing Episode 3, Is My Very Nature That of a Devil. We can't wait to hear your thoughts!

And, if you're just getting caught up, learn all about our group rewatch here ►

[moonshynecybin]

5 silly videos that Dorna makes rosquez do in fco au in addition to the newly wed video you mentioned previously

PR activities that hondayamaha make rosquez do in order to sell them as a #normal and #fun couple in the after their outing via explicit photograph in the direct wake of sepang 2015. a short list:

newlywed game. easy. the thing is i think they have to cheat at this one a LOT because theyve mainly been hanging out and fucking in a WORK context in this au up to this point... alternatively its marc knowing vale's favorite movie bc he read it in an interview when he was like 16 and vale feeling like the worst person alive bc he doesnt know as much about marc lmao

formula one day. inspired by this weekend. i think it would be fun to send the new royal couple of motogp to like. monaco 2016 to take rich people pics and watch daniel ricciardo fumble the bag.

track guessing challenge via audio. marc retreating into his mind palace SO serious trying to guess/win while vale is pretendig this is silly slash doesnt matter and still getting just as many as marc correct nonetheless

fan questions. PRE VETTED questions. nontheless the world somehow finds out who tops, bc vale WILL answer those questions in print and has before. we know his exact penis size, his opinion on threesomes, AND whether or not he's a member of the mile high club. he will answer !!!!

joint graham norton or other talk show appearance. they are so drunk lmao

[dancingtotuyo]

Before | 4. the wild has come for you

A Woman Story

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Character death, gun/gunshot, descriptions of blood and gore

Note: no beta we die like Gabe in this chapter

Words: 1176

Series Masterlist | Woman Masterlist | Author Masterlist

Maria pants, hands on her knees watching as life twitches from the infected, blood pouring out on the white snow until he finally stops. She inhales deeply, regaining her composure. He came out of nowhere. Maybe he’s a straggler. She can only hope, but there are likely others around. 

Maria turns back around. “Gabe? Come on, we need to get moving.”

Gabe sits in the snow, back pressed to a tree. His gloves lay in the snow next to him. His eyes squeeze shut. 

“What are you doing? We need to get out of here.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Maria.”

“What the fuck do you mean-“ She stops. 

His eyes open, usually light and teasing now swirling with a serious darkness, rattling Maria to her bones. She’s never seen that from him. He’s always happy, smiling, finding the light in the world, but not this time.

“Where?”

“Maria.”

“Where, Gabriel?”

He holds up his palm. “Got me right where the glove was worn through.” 

“Fuck.” She huffs spinning around. She can’t look at him, can’t focus, can’t be expected to do this. She takes a few steps away. 

“Maria.” 

She doesn’t respond. 

“Maria, where are you going? Get the fuck back here and finish it.”

“Will you shut the fuck up! I can’t think with you yelling like that.”

“There’s nothing to fucking think about!” 

He sounds angry. It sounds so wrong coming from him. Gabe doesn’t get angry. He’s the optimist in a hopeless world, but there’s no hope in this. There is no alternative outcome.

“I can’t shoot you, Gabe!” Maria yells back. Pressure builds behind her eyes. “I can’t do it.” her voice cracks. 

“You have to.” 

She knows he’s right. She thinks of you and the child growing in your womb, the happiness Gabe brings you. 

“Maria, you can’t think about her.”

“She’s my best friend!”

“She’s my wife! It’s my kid!” Tears leak out of his eyes, but he quickly wipes them away. “We don’t have a choice.” 

“I can’t make her a widow!”

“She already is one!”

It pulls the oxygen out of her lungs like she’s been kicked in the ribs. They stare at each other in silence. The wind stops whistling. The birds stop chirping. Nature has never been so quiet. 

Gabe checks his pistol, throwing it in the snow several feet away. He does the same with his hunting knife. “You’ll want these… and this.” He covers the bite with the sleeve of his shirt and peels off his coat so as not to get blood on it. 

Gabe pulls two photographs from his flannel pocket. A creased photo from before a family photo taken weeks before outbreak day. His thumb runs over it. He’ll see them soon. He believes that. Even now, he hears them calling his name. It threatens to pull him away, but his love for you wins the battle in this losing game. His other photo is a Polaroid from your wedding day. He memorizes your smile, and thinks about his last moments with you. He felt the baby kick this morning. His lips tick upward, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. That’s all he’ll ever get of the life you two built together. A light to leave behind, one he hopes shines bright enough to draw you out of darkness. 

“I’m sorry, Doleful.” He whispers, kissing your photo. 

Maria can barely bring herself to gather Gabe’s belongings. Her hands shake. She bares the weight of so much, but this might just be the heaviest. 

“Take care of her.” Gabe says. “She won’t let anyone else, you know. She has to take care of herself, especially right now. Don't let her be alone.”

Maria wipes her tears away. Her pistol is hot against her thigh. She manages a nod. 

“Promise me you’ll take care of her.”

She nods again. 

“I need to hear you say it, Maria.” Gabe doesn’t stop the tears as they slide down his cheeks. 

“Gabe,” she chokes out. 

“Please.”

She takes a steadying breath. He’s never seen Maria shaken like this. Maria can’t remember the last time she let her feelings come across her this physically. “I’ll make sure they both get through this. They won’t be alone. I promise.”

“Make sure she smiles and laughs. Don’t let her go back to what she used to be. She’s got such a beautiful smile…” Gabe smiles letting the memories flash behind his eyes. 

Maria nods, making sure the horses are secured. They’re trained not to run off at the sound of gunshots, but she can’t risk it. The end is so close. 

“Tell Tommy to keep teasing her. She acts like she hates it, but really she loves it. Reminds her of life before.”

Maria manages a smile, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. “Okay.”

“Tell her she’s gonna do great at this mom thing, 'cause she is.” Gabe takes a breath. He wants it to steady him, but it fails. He’s leaving behind so much. “Tell her I’m sorry. Tell her I love her. I love her so much. She made my life so much better. Most importantly, tell her to live a life so full- it’s bursting at the seams.” 

“I will.” She swallows. The tears cascade down her cheeks as she pulls her pistol from the holster. It clicks. 

“We had a good run.” He looks up at her over the barrel. She falters. “It’s okay, Maria.” He nods until she nods along. He looks back down at the pictures in his hands. “I’m gonna be okay.”

It hangs in the air. He’s done talking. He’s said his final words. It’s up to her to make it quick. 

Maria closes her eyes. It has to be done. It’s her responsibility to Jackson, to keep people safe. Gabe wants you to be safe. Deep breaths in and out. Her eyes open. The bullet lands right between Gabe’s eyes. 

The shot rings in her ears the entire way back to Jackson. It’s a miracle no other infected come across her path. She’s a sitting duck, completely out of it. 

Tommy is waiting at the gate when she gets back. Everyone knows when they see the empty saddle. It’s dead silent as she enters back into the safety of Jackson’s tall walls. She hands the reins to Tommy. She sees is in his eyes too, the loss of a best friend, a brother. 

“Clinic or Home?”

He swallows. “Home.”

Maria nods moving in the direction of your home. People wave and say hello. She doesn’t respond or even process it. All she hears is the gunshot. Her vision is red with his blood on the snow, hazy with the smoke of his burning body. He couldn’t even have a proper burial. 

She lets herself into your house. She watches as your face falls, your legs crumple. Maria catches you holding you as you sob. She feels you slipping away and already, she’s broken her promise to Gabe. Maria’s not sure she’ll ever be able to bring you back.  

[vintagelasvegas]

Travelers Motel, 1100 Fremont St. Postcard, c. 1936

Travelers “Auto Court” opened in 1936. The city commissioners granted permission for a sign on 10/6/36. Actress Sara Haden, Clarence Finney, and Chester Carter were the property owners. Finney and Carter sold their stock to Haden in '37, with Finney remained as on-site property manager.

Clark County Assessor records indicate the motel was built in '26. If this date is accurate, it might refer specifically to the west wing, made of concrete block, as opposed to the east wing of wood frame construction. (More notes on this below.)

Sara Haden sold Travelers to R. M. Dockins in ’47. Dockins also acquired a new, adjacent motel on North 11st St built by Cleveland Schultz, which became Travelers Annex. The rear units of Travelers were demolished, creating a driveway from the main motel to the annex.

A new motel sign was added to the property no later than '62 – it's first seen in a film shot circa '61/62.

In '69 owner Charles Seifert (Charton Corp.) changed the front of the motel, adding a porte-cochére, and a gateway sign by Larsen Electric. In the 70s, owner Ted Candalino added a swimming pool to the motel in the courtyard of the annex, and in '79 the buildings were re-roofed. VMK Corp. acquired the property in '83. The corporation received a notice from the City ordering them to make repairs due to “substandard” conditions in the mid '80s.

Travelers Motel sold to Downtown Project (DTPLV) in 2013. DTPLV closed and boarded up the motel, and later demolished most of Travelers Annex wing, leaving only a two-story section. The main motel and its sign were repainted in 2020.

A note on the Clark County Assessor date: If the '26 date is accurate, the original wing may have been an apartment building. There were no hotels or auto courts in this area before the rise of tourism on East Fremont that followed the opening of Boulder Hwy in '31. An article appears in the Review-Journal on 8/9/30 referring to an apartment building construction at Fremont & 11st which may or may not be the Travelers property. Alternately, another year is referenced in a blurb about the motel's construction on 10/24/47, saying Clarence Finney assisted in building Travelers motel “13 years ago” ('34). Regardless of the building date, there is no record for "Travelers" prior to '36.

Postcard, circa '49 to early '50s. A sign on the far left points to Traveler's Annex entrance on 11st Street. The inset graphic for "Traveler's Hotel Court" was the design of the rarely-photographed main road sign that stood in front of the motel from '36 through the 50s.

In this damaged photo the signs for Travelers and Lucky motels can be seen on the far left. On Fremont St, Hotel Thunderbird's "Academy Awards of Show Business" float cruises the '54 Helldorado parade. Anita Freeman Photograph Collection on Southern Nevada (PH-00245), UNLV Special Collections.

Postcard c. '50s showing Traveler's Annex on N. 11th St. The single story level was demolished in 2019.

The second sign at Travelers was installed in the early 60s. The porte-cochére and gateway sign were installed in '69. Photos by Jane Kowalewski, 4/13/84. Nevada State Museum, Las Vegas # 0130:0107-0108.

10/20/2013, in the year the motel was closed and fenced. Photo by Joseph Dennis.

The sign in 2013 by J. Dennis, and 2022 by Robert BC. DTPLV commissioned the Las Vegas Mannequins to add the climbing figures to the Travelers and Fergusons motel signs. The motel and sign at Travelers were repainted in 2020.

During the fire at Lucky Motel, Dec. 31, 2024. Photo by D Shot 'Em.

Sources include: Short Stories of Las Vegas Folks. Review-Journal, 8/9/30 p2; Minutes, 5/14/29 to 2/11/37, p469. Las Vegas City Commission Records (MS-00237), UNLV Special Collections & Archives; Vegas Residents Wed in Kingsman. Review-Journal, 2/22/37 p2; Sara Haden Buys Local Auto Court. Review-Journal, 3/16/37 p5; Brigham Townsend. Making the Rounds. Review-Journal, 2/1/47 p1; Cleveland Motel Has New Owner. Review-Journal, 4/17/47 p3; Personals. Review-Journal, 10/24/47 p6; Jane Kowalewski. Clark County Historic Property, Travelers Motel. Nevada State Museum, Las Vegas. Intensive Level Architectural Survey of Motor Court Motels Along Las Vegas Blvd and Fremont Street. North Wind Resource Consulting, Apr. 2020.

This article was originally published 7/31/2018. Updated Jan. 5, 2025.

[redrose10]

And here is the second alternate ending that I had planned. There’s still a lot of angst, but nothing too serious. Again pretend that chapter 17 and the proposal never happened and the story left off with Suri getting arrested and Mia coming back. As always comments and messages welcome!

Warnings: Swearing, hints of smut, cheating

Word Count: 1,380

“Here, have another cup of water.”, Jimin said handing you a glass. You shook your head, “No then I’ll have to pee again and it’ll take another 30 minutes to get this dress off of me.” He chuckled before setting the glass down.

“You do look really beautiful Y/N.”, he whispered while standing behind you as you gave yourself one more look over in the mirror.

“Thank you Jimin.”

“You ready to go get married?”, he asked sticking his arm out for you to grab onto.

Nodding you took hold of him and followed him out. You grabbed your bouquet, a beautiful mix of blue hydrangeas and tiger lilies. You didn’t know how the florist managed to get them to work together so well, but it was breathtaking.

Standing in front of the large double doors you took one final breath before nodding to give the signal that you were ready.

The doors swung open and you were greeted by hundreds of smiling faces. As you walked down the aisle you made eye contact with your soon to be husband, Jungkook who was standing at the alter. His best friend Mingyu moved to pat him on the back and congratulate him. Jungkook smiled at you before quickly wiping away a tear. You smirked hoping the photographer caught that because you knew he would definitely deny he was crying when you teased him about it later.

Reaching the alter you handed off your bouquet to the maid of honor before taking Jungkook’s hands in yours. As the officiant went on you were trying to focus on the wedding, but out of the corner of your eye something or someone grabbed your attention. Even without him coming into full view you knew who it was. You were completely shocked that he even showed up. Especially considering the fight that had happened between him and Jungkook a couple years ago.

You thought back to that day. You had stopped by Yoongi’s office to surprise him with some dinner after he said he was going to have to work late. Instead of finding him hard at work you found his ex Mia, naked on his desk with him pounding into her as he moaned her name. When you dropped the bags of food and gasped it caught his attention enough for him to stop, but you were already running towards the elevators. Yoongi chased after you begging for you to wait and listen all while he was still trying to stuff himself back in his pants. You refused and instead managed to escape when Yoongi’s father came to check what all the commotion was about.

You spent the evening at Jimins being comforted by him and his new roommate, Jungkook. After Jimin left to pick up some food you were cuddled into Jungkook, his soft voice combined with his lavender scented lotion helping you fall asleep after crying your eyes out when Yoongi let himself in the apartment.

You don’t remember much of what happened, but an argument ensued with Jungkook calling Yoongi every name in the book. Yoongi had the audacity to call you a whore for running right into Jungkook’s arms and made sure to call Jungkook a fuckboy who only wanted to get in your pants. Before you could even give him piece of your mind yourself you watched Jungkook’s fist connect with the side of Yoongi’s face knocking him back a couple feet.

Thankfully after much begging and pleading Yoongi didn’t press charges, but he did fire Jungkook. With him being unemployed and you living with Jimin full time the two of you became very close. Jimin referred to you two as his little freeloaders in love.

Yoongi quickly demanded a divorce. He claimed he was in love with Mia and that you and him were done. You don’t know why he was acting so harsh all of a sudden, but you didn’t care enough to ask. At first his parents denied his request, but ultimately gave in when he threatened to release all of the Min family’s deepest and darkest secrets to the public. He gave you a nice little settlement, but barely acknowledged you otherwise.

And here you are, about to be married to a man who makes you 100 times happier than Yoongi ever did. You couldn’t describe how incredible he made you feel and how he helped you get over the pain from your prior marriage. Jungkook showed you what true love looks like. He bought you flowers just because or he’d bring you home a cupcake just because it had lots of sprinkles. Instead of spending his nights after work drinking and hooking up with other women he’d come home and help you cook dinner before teaching you how to play video games or watching a movie together. You never questioned his loyalty or your future with him. And with each one of his vows as he read them it felt like he was putting a bandaid on one of the holes in your heart.

Before you knew it you were asked to share your first kiss as husband and wife. The crowd cheered as Jungkook leaned you back making a showing of the kiss.

As you turned to walk down the aisle together you got your first good look at him. It was the first time you’d seen him in person in a long time. You’d heard about him. Jimin would give you little bits of information here and there. Yoongi and Mia hadn’t lasted more than three months before she left him again and he’d pretty much given up after that. He turned back to heavy drinking and partying. Actually getting a woman pregnant for real this time, but he was blasted as an absent father. His own father had no choice but to remove him as CEO before publicly calling him an embarrassment to the family.

He had called you shortly after news of your engagement broke. You didn’t answer. In his voicemail he said he was happy for you. You didn’t believe him. He said he was sorry for everything. You definitely didn’t believe him. He said he demanded the divorce because he knew you never would and he didn’t want to hurt you any more. He wanted you to be free. He asked if he could come to your wedding. You sent him an invitation more out of spite than anything. You figured he was drunk when he had called you and you thought there was no way sober Yoongi would ever consider coming to your wedding. He did though.

He looked thinner. And pale. You couldn’t believe how somber he looked. Jungkook thankfully didn’t notice him or at least he pretended not to as he pulled you down the aisle towards the double doors drawing your attention away.

You were quickly ushered into the back of a limousine to be taken to your next destination as the crowd of wedding guests trickled out of the venue to see you off. The car began to slowly drive away giving you the chance to wave goodbye when he caught your eye once again.

He gave you a tight lipped smile before falling back into the crowd and out of view.

Jungkook cleared his throat next to you, “I’m glad he’s here.”

Really? Why?!,” you asked in shock.

“I hope it hurts him to finally see you be happier than you ever could with him.”

Later that night after all the festivities were over and Jungkook was asleep next to you the vibration of your phone on the table pulled you out of bed. The screen lit up with a text from Yoongi.

“You looked beautiful Y/N. I wish the best for you both. Maybe in another life I would’ve had my shit together and you and I would’ve been happy.”

You thought for a moment on how to respond, if at all, but deciding on sending a quick message,

“Thank you Yoongi. I hope that one day you can find happiness too. Take care of yourself.”

Taking a few more seconds you blocked his number before shutting down your phone and tucking it away. Once back in bed Jungkook reached over and pulled you flush against him before kissing your neck.

“I love you.”, he whispered as you snuggled in closer finally feeling the love you always had longed for.

[turnipoddity]

i commented this on a fic recently but i just love alternate meeting chainshipping AUs sooo much. they DO work actually and they’re soulmates and they could’ve met without the bathroom i don’t care !!

anyway i’d love your thoughts/take on some silly way they’d cross paths in a jigsaw-less world :3

I’ve been reading that one fic where adam is lawrence’s wedding photographer inspired by @jykeebil ‘s art!!!! IM SOBBING AND I WAIT FOR THIS FIC PATIENTLY EVERYDAY

[your-eyes-are-closed]

Have I only known about GertVi for like 2 days? Yes. Did that stop me from firing out 5 thousand words about it already? Absolutely not.

A whole new side-blog for this. It's about to be a wild rise.

Which way to go (5330 words) by in_your_eyes_im_beautiful Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gert (Arcane: League of Legends)/Vi (League of Legends) Characters: Vi (League of Legends), Gert (Arcane: League of Legends), Other Arcane Characters Mentioned - Character, Original Family Members for Gert Additional Tags: First Meetings, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Weddings, Wedding Photographer Vi, Bartender/Musician Gert, Family Dynamics, Family Issues, Chance Meetings, Lesbian Vi (League of Legends), Lesbian Gert (Arcane: League of Legends), Vi Needs Therapy (League of Legends), Gert Needs Therapy and a Hug, Ex-Convicts Falling in love, They were dumb and desperate kids and they faced the consequences, Now they're in their twenties and just trying to make it, Foster Kid Vi, The system did a number on her and Gert, Vi's surname is Lanes, Gert's surname is Wilder, Middle Child Vi, Middle Child Gert Series: Part 1 of Sing to me and I'll take a picture Summary: Vi knew Piltover City as the place that always had so much to offer. Endless talent. Beautiful scenery. A shitty bout of luck. She'd learned the third fact in an especially hard way. Now barely out of prison, her only goal is to make enough money taking pictures at weddings to get by. Meeting a pretty girl along the way isn't exactly her plan, but she'll take that too. In which a musician and photographer meet at a wedding. They're both hot. They're both charming. And apparently, they're both ex-convicts grappling with the challenges life outside comes with. You do the math.

[warwickroyals]

Sunderland's Royal Jewel Vault (30/∞) ♛

↬ Queen Anne's Sunburst Tiara

Several of Queen Anne’s tiaras are recognizable, but her sunburst tiara might be in another league. Over the past 70 years, the tiara has been at the centre of two of Sunderland’s most famous royal weddings. The tiara is much newer than many would assume, commissioned by Queen Anne in 1939, it was made of diamonds gifted to Anne by Queen Alexandra on her wedding day. The tiara was initially meant to be a fringe tiara, once popular at the Russian Imperial court, but Anne insisted on a different profile; the royal family already had multiple fringe tiaras: Queen Caroline’s fringe tiara/necklace, Queen Matilda Mary’s Pearl fringe, and the City of Warwick fringe to name them. This new tiara, with its multiple spiked high points that resembled sunrays, was a unique addition. Over the decades tiara alternated between Anne and her daughter-in-law, Queen Katherine. Anne and Katherine rarely saw eye-to-eye but their like of the tiara was one thing they had in common. In 1968, both women agreed to loan the tiara to Lady Irene Wynn for her wedding to the Prince of Danforth, the future King Louis V. The tiara completed Irene’s romantic wedding look, with a commentator noting that the young bride looked as if she’d been “crowned by the sun”. Similar statements were made when Princess Jacqueline wore the tiara for her wedding to Lawrence Belmont almost thirty years later. Ever since, the tiara has been consistently listed as a likely bridal diadem by bookmakers—despite it not being donned by a royal bride since Princess Jacque’s nuptials. Today, the tiara remains in the possession of Queen Irene, who wears it once every blue moon. Perhaps a royal wedding is what’s needed for the sunburst tiara to be in the limelight again.

Queen Katherine wears the tiara for a 1959 promotional image. She infamously didn't like this photograph.

Queen Anne wears the tiara in the early 1970s, one of her last public appearances before her retirement and subsequent death.

[camisoledadparis]

THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … January 16

1847 – Eliza McCormick of Ontario is arrested after posing as a man and proposing marriage to a woman. A Hartford, CT newspaper dubs her “a female Lothario” for living as a man. McCormick had taken on a male persona for two to three years and during this time had at least six courtships, three to whom she proposed and was accepted. One of these women, a dressmaker, even made her own wedding dress. According to The Transgender Foundation of America’s (TFA) Archive in Houston, Texas, social shame was used to force McCormick to conform to typical gender norms after McCormick was jailed.

1887 – On this date, playwright George Kelly (d.1974) was born in Philadelphia. Although better known as the uncle of the future Princess Grace of Monaco, Kelly was a successful Broadway playwright, screenwriter, director, and actor. Kelly won the Pulitzer Prize in 1925 for his play "Craig's Wife." The play served as the basis for the 1950 Joan Crawford film "Harriet Craig." Notable actors who appeared in works by Kelly include Alison Skipworth, Josephine Hull, Lee Tracy, Tallulah Bankhead, Spring Byington, Joan Blondell, Ina Claire and Rosalind Russell.

George maintained a fifty-five-year relationship with his lover William Weagley up until his death. Weagley was seemingly passed off often as George's valet. That Kelly was gay was a closely guarded secret and went unacknowledged by his family to the point of not inviting Weagley to his funeral;however, although Weagley was not invited, he managed to sneak inside and sat in a back pew, where he wept.

1921 – Fashion photographer Francesco Scavullo was born (d.2004). Best known for his work on the covers of Cosmopolitan Magazine and his celebrity portraits, Scavullo big break was working at Vogue magazine under well-known fashion photographers Cecil Beaton, John Rawlings, and Horst P. Horst. But the major turning point in his career came in 1965 when Cosmopolitan editor Helen Gurley Brown hired him to help develop a new and sexier image for the magazine. With free rein to select the models, wardrobe, make-up, and hair styling, Scavullo successfully created the image of the modern day Cosmo girl.

Scavullo was also responsible for the famous Cosmopolitan centerfold of a nude Burt Reynolds. Scavullo would go on to shoot every Cosmopolitan cover over the next three decades. Beginning in 1972, he was assisted by Sean M. Byrne, who also became his life partner. Scavullo also created memorable shots for various movie posters and Broadway shows, including one for A Star is Born (featuring Barbra Streisand and Kris Kristofferson), as well as a portrait of Julie Andrews for Blake Edwards' . He was also popular throughout his career for his celebrity portraits with many becoming iconic pieces and symbols of pop culture. In 2004 Scavullo died of heart failure while on his way to a photo shoot with a then up-and-coming CNN news anchor, Anderson Cooper.

1933 – The American essayist, novelist, filmmaker, and activist Susan Sontag was born on this date (d.2004). Sontag was one of the most important public intellectuals of the last half of the twentieth century. Her published works include On Photography and Against Interpretation. Sontag wrote frequently about the intersection of high and low art and the form/content dichotomy across the arts. Her celebrated and widely-read 1964 essay "Notes on 'Camp'" was epoch-defining, examining an alternative sensibility to that which considers the best art in terms of its seriousness. It gestured towards and expounded the "so bad it's good" concept of popular culture for the first time.

Sontag had committed relationships with photographer Annie Leibovitz, choreographer Lucinda Church, writer Maria Irene Fornes, and other women. In the early 1970s, she was romantically involved with Nicole Stephane, the Rothschild banking heiress turned movie actress.

Many of Sontag's obituaries failed to mention her significant same-sex relationships, most notably with photographer Leibovitz. In response to this criticism, The New York Times' Public Editor, Daniel Okrent, defended the newspaper's obituary, stating that at the time of Sontag's death, a reporter could make no independent verification of her romantic relationship with Leibovitz (despite attempts to do so). Okrent is only one in a long line of abettors to the erasure of Queer people's sexuality. Why do we state this? To believe the New York Times, you'd have to believe they had no access in 2004 to Google. You see, In an interview in The Guardian in 2000, Sontag was quite open about her bisexuality:

"Shall I tell you about getting older?", she says, and she is laughing. "When you get older, 45 plus, men stop fancying you. Or put it another way, the men I fancy don't fancy me. I want a young man. I love beauty. So what's new?" She says she has been in love seven times in her life, which seems quite a lot. "No, hang on," she says. "Actually, it's nine. Five women, four men."

1980 – Justin Johnson, known by his stage name Alyssa Edwards, is an American drag performer, choreographer, and businessperson. Johnson was known for competing in drag pageantry (notably Miss Gay America 2010) before rising to national prominence on the fifth season of RuPaul's Drag Race. Johnson lives in Mesquite, Texas, where he owns and runs an award-winning studio, Beyond Belief Dance Company. Johnson and his dance studio are the centerpieces of a new web-series, "Haus of Edwards", which premiered in late 2017.

Johnson performs under the stage name Alyssa Edwards. He chose his name in homage to Alyssa Milano and to his drag mother Laken Edwards, a former drag queen. Johnson is part of the drag family "the Haus of Edwards" and serves as drag mother to fellow RuPaul's Drag Race contestants Shangela Laquifa Wadley, Laganja Estranja, and Gia Gunn. Johnson was one of the judges of the 2010 California Entertainer of the Year pageant, which Shangela won.

Johnson appeared in the 2008 documentary Pageant. The film focused on the 34th Miss Gay America pageant of 2006. On December 9, 2010, Johnson was stripped of his 2010 Miss Gay America title for having business dealings in conflict with obligations to the Miss Gay America organization. First alternate Coco Montrese replaced Johnson as the winner of Miss Gay America. That same year, Johnson was also stripped of his title as All American Goddess.

1993 – Jack Merridew is an American author and YouTube personality. He is well known for his light hearted storytime videos.

Merridew was born on January 16, 1993 in Allentown, Pennsylvania. He graduated from Parkland High School and Ithaca College with a degree in screenwriting.

Merridew began posting videos on YouTube in 2012, reaching one-hundred thousand subscribers by January 2015 and has since garnered more than 370,000 subscribers. Merridew posts videos pertaining to: the LGBT community, sexuality, and body positivity. From his success on YouTube, Merridew filmed a commercial for gay adult novelty website, adammale and has self-released two books: Fireworks Over Suburbia in 2012 and Teenage Idol in 2013. Prior to fame, Merridew worked as a cashier at Wegmans, a grocery store in Pennsylvania.

2008 – On this date Moroccan courts imprisoned 6 people for allegedly taking part in a gay wedding.

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

highly unrealistic and self-indulgent PJSK wedding event idea: Iori and Mio actually get married, and Leo/need are invited to the wedding- and so is Kohane's father, as the photographer.

Ichika, Saki and Kohane don't have wedding four/three stars yet, so two of the four stars and the three star would be them. Kaito could be the other four star but i've no clue about the two star.

the story would follow the wedding planning and the actual event itself. i think it would be sick if Iori and Mio decided to have an alternative style wedding, perhaps even having Leo/need- and Saku's band, anemone- perform during it? i could imagine them having really cool gothic outfits. and the fashion in the main characters' card art would also reflect that alternative style, rather than the one we see in canon.

i don't imagine Kohane would be at the actual wedding, but during the planning, she'd visit the venue with her dad and run into Leo/need and they'd have a grand time.

also because i'm silly about my Tono twins headcanon, Arata's there. he's just like "yeah, one of the brides (Iori) is my sis, lol" and Kohane's like. "oh, okay. interesting lore. anyway-"

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics with a long distance relationship in an alternate universe as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Louis/Harry—

✈️ Darling, so it goes by @disgruntledkittenface

(E, 195k, Grace Kelly au) Harry Styles is a world-famous actor at the height of his career but a personal low point when he meets His Serene Highness Prince Louis of Monaco by chance. 

✈️ Hold You Now by solvetheminourdreams / @cursethedaylight

(M, 131k, ex-fwb) When he accompanies his best friend to a family wedding across the Atlantic, he'll be forced to reopen old wounds and face his past—one that no one wants to hash out, but may just have to.

✈️ Heading for Limbo by @kingsofeverything

(E, 100k, friends to lovers) When Harry discovers some life-changing things about himself, Louis is there for him, however he needs. But it’s all temporary because Louis has plans that will move his life from New York all the way to L.A. and the distance isn’t the only thing between them.

✈️ Old Photographs & Times I'll Remember by @jaerie

(E, 54k, time travel) A camera, a suitcase, and a relationship forged through time.

✈️ Without you it's a season I ain't needing by @perfectdagger

(M, 38k, fashion designer Harry) A long distance relationship au in which Harry is away for a year and Louis is left to pick up the pieces.

✈️ Up On The Shore by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment

(M, 33k, Eroda) Louis hides his feelings under sarcasm, Harry is too sweet for his own sake, everyone is a rebel, the mums are amazing, Harry's dad is a jerk

✈️ wait up, i'm coming home by @hattalove

(T, 28k, Italy) the one where louis finds harry, then loses him, then finds him again. a flawless performance from fate featuring some penguins, some celestial bodies, and a whole lot of tea.

✈️ some things fade (some never do) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 25k, magical tattoos) Three years after their break up, Harry calls.

✈️ Play (series) by @taggiecb

(E, 19k, famous/not famous) Right now he is working towards his before twenty five bucket list, and fate must have been smiling on him the day he won tickets for a show at Wembly, getting into one of the locker rooms is something he will have to think about later.

✈️ You're A Universe by Jiksa / @jiksax

(E, 15k, kid fic) Louis’s a stay-at-home dad in London and Harry’s a business expat in Qatar. Louis doesn’t know how much longer their marriage can survive the distance.

✈️ Paper Houses by @allwaswell16

(E, 11k, famous/famous au) When model Louis Tomlinson admits to having a celebrity crush on a very famous actor in an article in GQ magazine, he has no idea it will lead to anything.

✈️ Baby, I'm Right Here by @fallinglikethis

(E, 8k, drunken confessions) Harry and Louis are best friends who live on different continents and may or may not be in love with each other.

✈️ What Goes Up by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(NR, 5k, space) The six month program at the space station means a very long distance relationship and a very nervous Harry back on earth.

✈️ Talk the Night Through by @lululawrence

(NR, 4k, chat rooms) It's 1995 and a chat room is the last place Harry ever expects to find the love of his life.

✈️ With All My Surrendered Hearts by softandslow

(E, 4k, pwp) the one where they're long distance boyfriends, and Louis rides Harry while wearing his snapback.

✈️ Follow the sun by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry

(T, 3k, light angst) Louis feels like last night’s Skype call changed something though, even if the emotional distress is pretty common during their talks. 

✈️ It's All Mixed Up! by orphan_account

(G, 2k, deck officer Louis) 4 times Louis' crew mates get sick of hearing about his "girl" and the one time when they finally meet the mystery lover.

✈️ until you’re home by @nouies

(E, 1k, pwp) Louis lives in London, Harry lives in Tokyo. They make it work.

✈️ Looking for Life Out There by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(T, 1k, girl direction) Doctoral candidate Harry Styles moves to Boston to complete her Ph.D. leaving her professor girlfriend behind in London.

—Rare Pairs—

✈️ The New Posh and Becks by mistresscurvy

(E, 28k, Liam/Louis) 2016 is a big year for solo artist Liam Payne. After his amazing experience on X Factor, releasing his own album and touring with Little Mix seems like the height of success. Then he meets Arsenal midfielder Louis Tomlinson at a charity event, and suddenly everything else fades into the background.

✈️ Oceans and waves and wires between us by becka

(E, 8k, Niall/Zayn) Niall wants to meet his online girlfriend, Veronica, and enlists the help of MTV's Catfish to do it.

[aventurineswife]

I had this idea. Your stories are incredible, and I am a big fan.

Mona is trying to cast a spell using a magical to help them after being cornered by abyss monsters.

“It doesn’t work!” Mona yelled.

“Give me that!” Scaramouche shouted.

“Be careful touching that magic artifact.”

Mona accidentally put an astrology spell on Scaramouche and her. Mona and Scaramouche end up being in the bodies of their older selves 17 years into the future.

They wake up in the same bed.

“What do you mean we’re not married; we don’t have kids,” they retorted.

The little boy who looked a lot like them, pointed at family photos. There was a picture of Scaramouche and Mona getting married. There was a picture of Scaramouche celebrating the little boy’s first birthday. There was a picture of Mona and Scaramouche holding the little boy.

I'll stop if it's too much... requests.

Glimpse into the Future | Final Part

Summary: In the heat of battle against abyssal creatures, Scaramouche and Mona activate a mysterious artifact, transporting them into an unfamiliar reality. They awaken in a cozy home, married with a six-year-old son. Bewildered, they must navigate this surreal new world, grappling with the implications of a life they don’t remember living. As they uncover details of their future selves, their skepticism softens, and they begin to question whether this life is a mistake—or a glimpse of something they might want.

Tags: Scaramouche x Mona, Alternate Universe(?), Accidental Marriage(?), Found Family, Time Travel/Future Vision, Humor and Fluff, Slow Burn.

Warnings: Mild Language, Themes of Disorientation/Confusion

A/N: It's alright but... I would say you have written a whole fic by yourself in my inbox lmaoo😭 and thank you for your kind words (I forgot to add say thank you in my previous ones since my brain is not braining 😔💀🧍‍♀️)

[Part 1] | [Part 2]

The battlefield was chaos—twisted forms of abyssal creatures swarmed in every direction, cutting off their escape. Scaramouche and Mona stood back-to-back, battered but unyielding as the monsters closed in. Sweat dripped down Mona’s temple as she frantically flipped through her spellbook, her voice trembling with frustration.

“It doesn’t work!” she shouted, her hands glowing faintly as she tried to channel her magic through an ancient artifact—a crystalline orb etched with intricate star charts.

“Give me that!” Scaramouche barked, snatching the orb from her hands. His grip was firm but uncertain as he turned the artifact over, studying its shimmering surface.

“Be careful touching that!” Mona snapped, lunging to grab it back. “You don’t even know how magic artifacts—”

Before she could finish her sentence, a surge of light exploded from the orb. It enveloped them in a blinding brilliance, silencing the battlefield as the abyssal monsters seemed to dissolve into nothingness. Mona felt the ground vanish beneath her feet, and the sensation of falling consumed her.

When Mona’s eyes fluttered open, she was disoriented. The softness of the mattress beneath her was a stark contrast to the cold battlefield she remembered. She turned her head, only to freeze. Beside her, Scaramouche lay sprawled on his back, his breathing slow and even.

“What—” Mona bolted upright, yanking the blanket up to her chest. “Why are we in the same bed?!”

Scaramouche groaned, rubbing his eyes as he sat up. “What are you yelling about now?” His voice was groggy, and his usual sharp tone was dulled by confusion.

Mona gestured wildly at their surroundings. The room was unfamiliar but homely—a spacious bedroom bathed in morning light. The walls were adorned with framed photographs, the kind that told a story of a life lived together. “Where are we? And why are you here?”

“I don’t know!” Scaramouche snapped, glancing around. His eyes landed on the photos on the wall, and his irritation was replaced by confusion. “Wait… what is this?”

The photos depicted a life neither of them recognized. One showed Scaramouche and Mona standing in wedding attire, gazing at each other with soft smiles. Another showed them holding a newborn in a hospital room, their faces glowing with joy. Yet another showed Scaramouche helping a small boy blow out candles on a birthday cake.

A tug on Mona’s sleeve made her jump. She looked down to see a little boy standing beside the bed, his wide eyes filled with curiosity. His hair was of dark blue, and his features were an unmistakable blend of both her and Scaramouche.

“Mommy, Daddy, are you okay?” the boy asked, clutching a stuffed star plushie.

“Mommy?” Mona repeated, her voice rising an octave. “Daddy?!”

Scaramouche’s expression twisted in disbelief. “What do you mean we’re not married? We don’t have kids!”

The boy tilted his head, clearly puzzled. “But…” He pointed to the photos on the wall. “Look! That’s you and Mommy getting married. And that’s my first birthday. And…” He grabbed another framed picture from the bedside table, holding it up proudly. It showed Mona and Scaramouche sitting on a park bench, the boy nestled between them as they smiled at the camera.

Scaramouche snatched the photo, his hands trembling slightly as he stared at it. “This… this doesn’t make any sense.”

Mona swung her legs off the bed, pacing the room as she tried to steady her racing thoughts. “This has to be some kind of spell… maybe it’s an astrology projection? No, that doesn’t explain the kid!”

“Don’t look at me. You’re the one who cast the spell,” Scaramouche retorted, though his voice lacked its usual venom. He glanced down at his hands, noticing faint scars and calluses that hadn’t been there before. His reflection in the mirror across the room revealed subtle changes—he looked older, more refined, yet strangely… content. It unsettled him.

Mona hesitated, studying her own reflection. Her face bore the same marks of time: slightly more mature, with an elegance she didn’t quite recognize. Her heart raced as she touched her wrist, feeling the faint pulse of magic lingering there.

“The spell,” she murmured, her eyes widening. “It must have sent us into the future—our future.”

The boy climbed onto the bed, looking at them with a mix of concern and impatience. “You’re acting weird,” he said, crossing his arms. “Do you remember my name?”

Mona exchanged a panicked glance with Scaramouche. “Uh…” She racked her brain, her mind blank. “Of course we do… sweetheart.”

The boy pouted. “It’s Aether.”

“Aether,” Scaramouche repeated, his voice softer than Mona had ever heard it. The name rolled off his tongue with an unfamiliar warmth, and for a moment, he seemed lost in thought.

Mona crouched down to the boy’s level, forcing a smile. “Aether… how old are you?”

“I’m six,” he replied proudly, holding up six fingers.

Scaramouche pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath. “This is insane. We’re not married. We don’t have a kid. How did this even—”

Aether tugged on his sleeve. “Daddy, are we going to the park today? You promised!”

Mona arched an eyebrow at Scaramouche. “Daddy, you promised.”

Scaramouche glared at her, his cheeks tinged pink. “Don’t you start.”

As the morning unfolded, Scaramouche and Mona pieced together fragments of their supposed life in this future timeline. Aether chattered happily about their family routines, his innocent joy cutting through their disbelief.

Scaramouche found himself oddly drawn to the boy, his usual guarded demeanor softening in the child’s presence. Mona, meanwhile, couldn’t help but notice how natural Scaramouche seemed in this role—helping Aether with his shoes, carrying him on his shoulders, even tolerating sticky hands on his freshly pressed shirt.

But beneath their growing affection for Aether was an unspoken question: Could this truly be their fate? And, more importantly… did they want it to be?