#happy newlywed bby

[princessanneftw]

Princess Anne attending a Royal Yachting Association event at Bala in North Wales on 8 April 1993

[aimeedaisies]

Princess Anne, on the eve of her wedding to Commander Tim Laurence, at the National Academic Awards in South Queensferry near Edinburgh on 11th December 1992

[redheadspark]

Hiiii can I request an az x reader or cassian whichever u want, they have a baby like 5 months old baby and they live in a cabin in the mountains by the lake and one day as yn and the bby are outside in nature a threat appears and there is a bit angst but ends up happy??? Thank u so much❤️

A/N - I LOVE this for my Alec series! Sorry, it took some time to write, but I hope you like it :D. This is part of the Ocean Eyes Series

Split

Summary - Cassian stops a potential threat against Alec.

Warnings - Angst with a slight mixture of fluff

"I'll be right inside if something happens or if he needs anything or wants—"

"You go, babe.  Alec and I are fine.  Right, kid?"

Alec giggled as Cassian tickled his side, Nesta saw how comfortable Cassian was with Alec as they were perched on a large blanket right next to the lake.  With a kiss on Alec's head and a light kiss on her mate's lips, Nesta walked back to the cabin to get to work, leaving Cassian and Alec out by the lake to enjoy the sunshine.  

Although you were more than capable of having your son with you, you know Cassian wanted to give you and Azriel some time alone and a mini break.  Not that Alec was a time-consuming toddler, he was rather easy.  Rhysand has even joked with you and Azriel that Alec was easier to handle than Nyx was as a toddler, but he meant well.  

It was a warm day, quite warmer than usual in Velaris since the warm winds were now in Night Court.  Tension between Night and Autumn Court was only a pinch better.  Ever since Elaine and Lucien got married in a beautiful wedding in Night Court and held its reception in Autumn Court, both Rhysand and Beron were trying to make amends and head in the right direction. However, the main snag in that relationship was Eris, still in hot water since the comment about Azriel and his family.  His duties with his father and as the Prince of Autumn Court diminished as punishment, commanded to be in stone silence during Elaine and Lucien's Mating Ceremony reception.

You and Alec stayed in Night Court during the reception that was in Autumn Court, a compromise you and Azriel made together since Elaine and Lucien wished for your family to be at the Mating Ceremony.  Tension was still high for the Spymaster, and his son would not be caught in the crossfire when it came to Eris and his threats.  It was a good enough plan, both yourself and Azriel didn't wish to make waves or cause chaos showing up in another Court with Alec exposed to others.  When Azriel showed up to the Reception with Cassian and Nesta, Eris seemed rather peeved at the absence of yourself and your son.

Much to his dismay, but much to the amusement and satisfaction of Azriel.

Since then, you and Azriel made your lives normal for Alec.  He was talking wildly now, though it was a few words here and there but willing to learn more.  Cassian has offered to babysit him more and more since there was less of a need for him at the Illyrian camps.  His soldiers were getting along quite well and thriving without him, his captains were exceptional leaders and the arguments were now at a minimum.  It left Cassian to have more time with his family, particularly with his nephews Nyx and Alec.  Both boys loved and adored being with their Uncle Cassian, the fun and lively Uncle who would play with them for hours on end and never get tired.  It paired well with Aunt Nesta, who would read them bedtime stories and give them lots of snuggles when they were sad. 

Today was Cassian and Nesta's day to watch Alec.  Rhysand working at the River House with Azriel on spy information he received from Spring Court.  Feyre, with Nyx in tow, asked for your assistance at the Community Center back in Velaris since you loved working alongside the locals and the needy.  With Elaine and Lucien enjoying their newlywed life in their little cottage along the Night Court countryside, Cassian and Nesta were on babysitting duty.  

Neither Nesta nor Cassian said anything, but they looked forward to watching Alec, as they did with Nyx.  To them, it was almost a practice for them when they wished to expand their family.  Nesta was not ready for a babe just yet, but she told Cassian she was open to the possibility of the future, which made Cassian's heart soar. He would wait years, long years, however long it took for her to be ready for motherhood.  Even if maybe down the road she didn't want that life anymore, Cassian didn't mind at all.  Her happiness, for all she endured, was his priority now.

"Alright, you wanna watch your uncle organize his blades?" Cassian asked playfully, Alec grasping the stuffed owl that his Aunt Nesta gave him and watching Cassian with wide eyes while Cassian rolled out his blades carefully on the blanket, "Don't worry, kid. You'll hold one of these in no time, but maybe not for a hundred years or two if I know your dad,"

"Dada!" Alec shrieked at the mention of his father, and Cassian laughed.

"Never thought I would live to see the day that the Shadowsinger fathered a child…no offense," He said to Alec, who was snuggling with his owl and watching a bumble bee hover by on a massive flower, "You know I love your dad like a brother…well, he is my brother.  But he's still a mystery, even to your Uncle Cassian,"

He went to work on his blade, getting out each one to inspect them and see which one needed maintenance,  He could hear Netsa working inside the Cabin, looking over some ancient books that Rhysand gave her to other information to use for their security in Night Court.  Nesta and Rhysand's relationship was better than ever, both having respect for one another and love for one another as in-laws.  Rhysand enlists Nesta to help in research since she traded most of her powers to the Cauldron to save Feyre and Nyx from death.  Nesta admired Rhysand for being a great mate and father, no longer having that grudge or chip on her shoulder.  

Cassian could see and feel high hopes for his mate.

Minutes went by as Cassian was going over every weapon, seeing his nephew out of the corner of his eyes walking around on his wobbly legs and exploring the shore of the lake.  His wings were growing inch by inch,  still against his backside while his raven black hair was a bit longer with thick waves and half in his face to cover his bright blue eyes. Things felt calm in the area, almost a bit too calm. Although there was magic instilled around the cabin and the area, Cassian knew better than to not have his guard up.  No matter if there hasn't been a breach of security or a threat against Night Court, there could still be a looming threat that can start small and then explode.  

He heard Alec walking along the grass, pausing in his weaponry inspection to watch his young nephew tread his way over to the end of the grass that led to the tall trees and the dense forest behind them.  Cassian never once had to fear or worry over a certain area in Night Court, not even close to the Mountains and near the Illyrian Camp.

But something crawled under his skin, almost licking at his spine and sending almost a warning signal to him

He paused, placing his daggers on the quilt again as his eyes moved to Alec.  His nephew was babbling to himself, reaching out to grab tuffs of grass in his fingers as the wind was picking up.  He could pick up a few familiar scents: the crisp pines from the forest, the sweet grass, Alec's scent on the lotion Nesta put on his skin, and even Nesta's scent that was laced in pomegranate.  

But there was something else…something bitter and crisp.

A flicker of movement in front of Alec, almost too quick amongst the dark trees that were swaying in the wind.  Cassian's eyes saw it though, a snap of a twig and another flicker that was over to the left. It was no animal, not even deer were that fast or slick.  Cassian's intuition and his Commander side were activated now as he was still watching his nephew look at the grass between his finger and attempt to nibble at it.  But then the soft sound of something brushing a tree alerted Alec, making him stand up straight and look in that direction.  Cassian saw how alert he was, even as a babe he stood still like a grown Illyrian.

His wings, though tucked in tight, showed some flickerings of…..shadows.  Cassian then knew that Alec's own shadows he got from his father were alerting him.

Something's wrong

"Cass?  Babe, how's going out there?" Nesta asked as she was coming out from the cabin with a washcloth between her fingers.  But she saw her mate crouched down a bit, reaching for one of his daggers, and his eyes trained on the forest in front of Alec, who was whimpering a bit from his mini set of shadows that were now along his backside.  Her eyes were on alert now, staring still in worry as Cassian gripped a dagger tightly in his hold.

Don't move. Cassian said in the bond to Nesta, sensing her fear and concern as his eyes were on the forest again.  He was looking for the slightest movement amongst the dark branches and trees, knowing fully well that someone or something was there and so close to Alec, let alone the three of them in a secluded cabin.

When I tell you to, get Alec and get inside. Lock the door and do not open it unless it's me.  Cassian commanded Nesta in his mind as his dagger was gripped hard in his grip.  He was still searching, looking through every leaf and pine needle for a sign that his instincts were not wrong, that he was in fear of something that was indeed there and in front of his nephew in plain sight. 

He then heard it, a low growl of sorts that seemed animalistic.  Cassian threw the dagger instantly.  The dagger flew past Alec's head, not close to hitting him but enough to leave him shaken as it launched into the pit of the forest.  Cassian heard a yelp and a thud.  He hit the target.

"NOW!" He yelled, grabbed another dagger, and started running towards the threat.  He ran past Alec, who was whimpering in fear as Cassian knew Nesta was bolting towards Alec and scooping him up in her arms.  Cassian didn't even have to look to know that Nesta was sprinting to the cabin with her nephew tight against her chest and locking the door behind her as he made it into the forest.

He could smell the blood as soon as he went past the first line of trees, and then he saw a body hunched over in the dirt and gasping for air as the dagger he had thrown seconds beforehand was sticking out of his chest.  Cassian felt anger boil in him as he saw that this was no Night Court citizen, nor was it an Illryian Solider.  He could see light hair, dark clothing the fae was wearing, even the weaponry strapped to his hip as Cassian grabbed the back of his head.  He yanked his head back, eyes going wide in anger and rage seeing the auburn hair and the bright eyes.

Autumn Court.

"Where is he?"

"The master bedroom,"

Rhysand and Azriel entered the cabin in haste, Azriel leading the way as he was looking for his son with worry his shadows flicking in anger and Rhysand looking over at Cassian.  Cassian was remaining calm, sitting at the dining room table with his hands laced together and brows knitted together.  Nesta had Alec in the master bedroom, calming down with ease for the past few minutes while Cassian got in contact with Rhysand and Azriel about the close attack.  He knew Azriel was not going to be calm when it came to his child, let alone Rhysand.  Even Cassian was trying to calm himself down from going out to the fae who almost killed Alec and strangled him to death.

Instead, he tied him to a tree out near the lake, keeping the dagger in his chest for him to bleed out slowly.

A bundle was wrapped and in front of Cassian, his eyes drilled on the bundle while Rhysand walked over to him with his wing ready on high alert.  Cassian could hear Azriel cooing and calming his son down, he knew Azriel was going to think twice about doing something to the fae with Alec in his arms.  It was a safer bet for Azriel to hold his baby than to go out and kill the fae slowly and with pain.

"Rhys," Cassian said in a warning, Rhysand walking over to him and standing next to him in front of the table as Nesta walked out of the bedroom now, looking more somber and a bit relaxed now that her nephew had her father, "He had this,"

He gestured to the bundle, both Nesta and Rhysand looked in confusion as Cassian then reached for the top of the bundle to remove the fabric.  Once he did, Rhysand's eyes went wide, and almost looked disgusted as the sight of a dagger was seen.  Laced in orange and red gems along the hilt and handle, the steel did look rather too pristine and delicate.  Cassian's eyes looked over at his High Lord, his face filled with anger and rage as he spoke.  

"An Autumn Court Blade," Rhysand grimaced.  

"You smell it too don't you?" Cassian asked in a low tone, Rhysand bitterly nodding his head as Nesta looked at her mate in confusion.

"Smell what?" She asked, her voice low and almost quivering.  Rhysand and Cassian locked eyes, both of them remaining far too calm for the situation but they too were beyond angry.  

"It's poisoned," Rhysand hummed, Nesta gasping and covering her mouth in shock.  Cassian was shaking his head slowly, closing his eyes, and feeling bitterness deep inside of him that was also laced with guilt.

"I didn't know he was there, I didn't realize…" Cassian was muttering feeling like he was spiraling downwards since he was only thinking of how close Alec was to being hurt, let alone killed.  If he was a second late, or a pinch too slow…

"You saved your nephew," Rhysand said to him immediately, placing his hand on Cassian's shoulder as he gave him a hard look, "You saved his life and you went with your gut.  Alec is safe, you three are safe, and that's because of you, Cassian.  Don't you fucking dare think less than that, understand?"

Cassian looked up at Rhysand, knowing that he was telling him the truth.  Cassian always hated putting himself down and thinking he should have done better, he's done it in the past so many times.  He would hide it with his jokes and banter, but he wanted to be perfect at times and prove himself.  To hear from Rhysand that he succeeded, to know that he saved the life of his brother's son, was worthwhile.  

"What about his mother and Feyre?" Nesta asked the pair of them, to which the front door opened again.  You came running through, eyes wide and frantic as Feyre was right on your heels. You slid to a halt, seeing the scene in front of you: Rhysand, Cassian, and Nesta sporting looks that were mixed in shock and anger, a dagger sitting on top of a bundle of rags.  Your heart was beating rapidly and your mind was spinning over time.

"Where?!" You asked in a breath, Nesta knowing full well you were talking about Alec. She took your hand and led you to the bedroom, Feyre gliding over to her mate and Cassian as Rhysand took in a long breath to mostly control his own emotions.  

"High Lord Beron needs to know this," Rhysand said aloud in the room, though Cassian shot him a look, "Those daggers belong to his high fae security and high ranking personal.  It's not an Illyrian blade, and if he did this...."

"You think it was him…or a certain Prince with a Vendetta?" Cassian asked in a lower tone, Rhysand's let eyes darted to him immediately as Feryre looked worried.

"Eris wouldn't!  To kill a child, a baby?!  That's a death sentence, going against his father and this Court!  He would be a fool to be behind it—"  Feyre started to explain as Cassian gently interrupted her.

"Respectfully, Feyre, he's always been a fool.  And if it's him behind this after all…nothing is going to hold back Azriel from tearing him limb to limb, or his mother.  I won't hold either of them back, nor will your mate,"  Feyre's eyes shot to Rhysand, who was looking at the dagger again with a new heat of anger and rage in his eyes.  Rhysand knew Cassian was right in that statement.  If Eris was behind this attempt to harm or kill Alec, there was no force in Night Court, or beyond that, that would stop Azriel from killing Eris immediately.  

"There's something else too, with Alec," Cassian explained, gaining the attention of the High Lord and Lady, "I saw shadows on Alec, along his wings just like Azriel.  Small, but they were there.  He's a Shadowsinger, like his father,"

"That makes him a bigger target now," Rhysand said in a tremor, the mood once again looking and feeling a bit grim with this new information.  Azriel was the only Shadowwinger known, no other Court had one or knew of one except for him.  He was coveted by other Courts and their High Lords for centuries to work for them, yet he remained with Night Court and his family.  But now to know his son had his gift, it made his safety far more imperative.  

Once word got out, the Courts will come for him.

Azriel came out of the bedroom, Cassian shooting up from his spot in the dining room and looking rather concerned at Azriel as he was approached by the Spymaster.  Was Azriel going to hate him for almost having Alec in danger?  Would he be angry at Cassian for the close call?  How was he going to react as he stood in front of Cassian with a stone face?  Cassian was about to say something to him, almost trying to explain it himself what happened. 

But Azriel hugged him tightly, fiercely, as a brother would for another brother.

Cassian was in shock, but he hugged him back as Azriel was clinging to him and not letting him go for a long moment.  Azriel was never one to be a hugger unless he was deeply and intensely moved by something.  Cassian felt almost like collapsing, feeling that hug to his core as Azriel pulled away and stared at him with his hazel eyes. 

Cassian knew that look on him since he had seen it.  He saw it the first time they met as children and he took Azriel to meet Rhysand, he saw it when he taught Azriel how to fly to get strength in his wings.

A look of gratefulness and love.  

"You saved my son," Azriel said calmly, though there were tears in his eyes as he stared into Cassian's soul, "Cass…I can't thank you enough for saving my boy.  My world—"

"Hey, It's okay," Cassian urged him as he clasped Azriel on the back of his neck, feeling Azriel trembling as he gave him a nervous smile, "Az, I would do anything for him, for any of us.  You guys are my family, okay?"

Azriel nodded, and although he seemed calm in front of Cassian, he knew the wheels turning in Azriel's mind.  He remained calm in the moment, but deep down he was in a rage.  The kind of anger that seeps in the pours and is almost like a poison to snuff out.  Alec's life was almost taken in a split second, and there was no way and no force that was going to stop Azriel, or his mother for that matter, from inflicting harm on those who tried to take their son.  

Azriel moved away from Cassian, walking back to the master bedroom with Rhysand and Freyre in tow.  Cassie stayed behind, grasping the back of the chair and letting out a massive sigh of relief as Nesta left the room.  Cassian could hear the group chatting together about what happened as she closed the door and walked to Cassian with worry in her eyes at her mate and his condition.  Cassian's shoulders felt heavy and his mind felt like it was in a fog, all that adrenaline was gone and he could collapse at any moment.  

So Nesta hugged her mate tightly, Cassian digging his face in her hair to inhale her scent and be centered again.  There was peace again, his heart slowed down and his mind was back to being at ease with the calm words from Azriel and his mate holding him close.  In his mind, he was thinking of what he did wrong and how he should have stopped the threat sooner.  But to the others, he saved a little boy's life.  

His eyes looked back to the dagger that was still on the table, and he felt his heart falling to his stomach at the sight.

It was a sign of conflict that had just begun.

The End. 

Tagged - @valeridarkness @impossibelle @acourtofbatboydreams

[aimeedaisies]

A quote from a newspaper at the time,

“But for one man, Tim Laurence, it was a day of triumph. He has courted Anne from afar for years often losing hope. Now at last he has his lady.”

Look at his smile 😭

Sunday Mirror 13.12.1992

[babybinxxx]

Writing Asks: 2 & 4 From me: I found you because I'd just stumbled into the GaaSaku ship and was looking for fics to read. When I searched on AO3, Words That Tie Ties That Bind was the top rated fic. I read it, and I've loved it and you ever since. (It's still my favorite work of yours. <3)

Hi bby~ Thank you so much for sending me an ask, haha. I didn't think I was gonna get any. 2. What are your future writing projects? I want to continue my The Devil all the Time series and add more to that cuz it's NOWHERE near finished. I want to write more smut for them too. Maybe do that shadow clone fic I've been dying to do. I also want to start writing for other fandoms, maybe Outlander and Euphoria. But Naruto and GaaSaku will always be my one true love. 4. What is something you'd like to explore or challenge yourself to when writing?

I've been challenging myself when it comes to Words that Tie, Ties that Bind because physical fights and UNDERSTANDING canon abilities and powers is very hard for me. I hate having to research it but I'm getting better with it I think. I really enjoyed writing the fight scene for Chapter 38 but it was VERY hard to do. Another thing I'd like to explore in the fic is their married life. I've yet to really write a fic about them getting married and being newlyweds because I always write after they're married. I wanna give them their honeymoon phase before the kids come...🤫Take that as a spoiler for what comes AFTER the war.

And omg 😭😭😭😭😭 THANK YOU! I doubt I will ever top Words that Tie, Ties that Bind, so it's my favorite as well. I'm so happy you found my fic and then we found each other. You're so lovely and one of my dear friends, I love you so much. And by top-rated, you mean by word of other people? Or something else?

[key201303]

Listen, I need this shit. It’s been a fucking week and I’m having trouble finding some good Kun fics. Can I get something from the fluff list : 1,7,8,10 ???

I love you so much Key!!! I’m so so happy we met and got close❤️ you mean so much to me❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🤩

Okay this shit is hitting me so hard 🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧 You’re so damn right and in this platform there are too little content about this amazing human being 🤧🤧🤧 So here it is, let me cover up that lack and give y’all  the fluff good shit we all crave with our favorite boy Qian Kun ❤❤❤❤❤ Hope you enjoy it bby ❤❤❤❤

P. S: OMG WHY ARE YOU SO DAMN SWEET 🤧🤧🤧 I LOVE YOU TOO AND YOU ALSO MEAN A LOT TO ME🤧🤧🤧 Like- what would I do without our daily fangirl dosis over Jaehyun and Kun?????🤧🤧🤧🤧❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

The soft sunlight typical of the warm summer entering your shared room softly hitting the perfect places of your face and Kun’s face to not wake you up, a soft summer breeze moving the colorful curtains of your room that matched your bed blankets that wrapped around your bodies delicately. Everything felt so good, so peaceful, so gentle, so perfect. Too perfect to be real. 

Maybe you’ve dreamt a bit too much and the cruel reality hits you hard when a thunder lights up the entire city and rain pours hard into the town, taking you back to the winter reality. Your mood immediately decreased as you heard the rain that didn’t seem to stop any time soon, but as soon as you turned around and found that the warmth you were feeling on your dreams was Kun having his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close to his warm body and the soft summer breeze you felt was his soft breathing against your skin as he slept peacefully beside you, quickly your mood went up again in no time. 

“Don’t you even dare to get out of bed this early.” Kun said with a deep morning voice as he tightened his embrace around you when he felt you tried to get out of bed. “It’s already 9am.” You said giggling. “Too early.” He said pulling you closer and burying his face on the crook of your neck. Soon, not being able to control your laughter, you started laughing quietly and uncontrollably. “What is so funny?” He said against your skin, perfectly knowing you were laughing because he was tickling you with his breath. “Stop! You’re tickling me!” You said laughing and trying to pull him away but it was impossible, the only thing he did was tightening even more his embrace. “I love being like this with you.” He said once you’ve turned around to face him. His eyes were gleaming so beautifully as he admired you. Just by how he always looked at you, you could feel how much he loved you and how much he would give to have you by his side for the rest of his life. “You’re the only person I want to wake up next to.” He said right before pressing his soft lips with yours. The kiss was sweet yet sensual as his lips danced against yours slowly. “Look at you, you look like a tomato babe!” He teased once you broke the kiss and he saw your cheeks blushing in light red. “You pretend I don’t blush after kissing me like that??? Seriously???” You said overreacting and covering your blushed face, making him laugh. “Hey hey hey, don’t cover your face, I love it.” He said taking your hands on his and removing them from your face so he could admire your blush. “If I’ll get to see you like this every time I do that then I won’t stop.” He said leaning in to kiss you once again the same way he did before, waking up the remaining butterflies on your stomach that didn’t wake up with the first kiss. 

“Are we going to stay like this all day?” You asked, curling up into his chest. “You don’t want to?” He asked, surprised. “Yes, yes, yes. I want to.” You said nodding right away and getting closer to him if that was possible. “We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about.” He said laughing and hugging you close to his heart where you belonged. “Tsk, we haven’t.” You said trying to deny his statement, but deep inside you (and not that deep) you knew he was so right. “Yes we did. But I love it.” He whispered in your ear, a wide smile spreading on his charming face. 

Both of you stayed in bed for a long 2 hours, just talking about your random future plans and hearing the soft tapping of the raindrops decorating your window. But soon both of you started to get hungry as you talked about what you could eat for lunch. “We can’t eat pizza everyday!” Kun complained when you suggested ordering pizza. “Are you going to cook?” You said, clearly lazy to prepare lunch yourself. “Okay!” He said, convinced to remove the idea of ordering pizza again for lunch. “Okay, go then.” You said pulling away from his embrace to let him get out of bed. “Not before giving you a kiss, come here.” He said pouting his lips out, waiting for you to kiss them. Your heart melted at how sweet he always was during mornings and there wasn’t any way you would rather spend weekend mornings. You leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on his pouty lips, gaining a wide smile from your boyfriend. “God I love you so fucking much.” He said with his eyes filled up with love. “You know we’re meant to be. If you don’t love me then I would kill you.” You joked making him laugh as he exited your shared room to head to the small kitchen. 

Some minutes passed and you were starting to feel bored as you waited in your room for your boyfriend so you decided to pay him a visit to the kitchen and grab some snacks throughout your visit, something that drove Kun mad. He was always such an organized boy and he couldn’t help hating when you grabbed snacks right before eating lunch and you lowkey loved teasing him. “How’s that lunch going? It smells so good.” You said, placing your head on his shoulder and looking over to what he was cooking. “Almost ready baby.” He said turning his face and pecking your lips. “Good, I’m so hungry.” You said, pouting and wrapping around his torso your cold arms. “Babe your hands are freezing!! I can feel their coldness through my pyjamas!” He said worried, grabbing your hands and rubbing them with his to get them warm. “Come here little flower, I’ll keep you warm, hold me closer.” He said, pulling you into his arms. “Here, wear my hoodie.” He said removing his hoodie and pulling it over your head. “You’re such an angel.” You said giggling and admiring him as he dressed you up and pulled you back into his arms. 

“Say ah!” He said, giving you some food. “We definitely became the newlyweds I always complained about.” You said laughing as you chewed the food he just gave you. “I told you.” He said laughing as well but knowing you both loved being like that, showing each other how big your love was. 

“By the way, Yangyang texted me saying he’ll be back with Liang after lunch.” Kun announced, telling you about the state of your little daughter after a night overher uncle Yangyang’s place. “I just hope he didn’t turn her into an Animal Crossing enthusiast or you’ll be the one buying her a Nintendo Switch.” You said laughing and thinking about the most beautiful thing your relationship with Kun brought to this world, a precious little girl full of love the three of you happily shared.

[missmonsters2]

Courting Your Plus One

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader/OFC

Prompt: Can you pretend to be my partner for my friend’s wedding? I told them I’d have a plus one.

Note: Thank you for sending in bby 💘 We are here for a good time. @ludwigvonbaethoven​

Warnings: Y’all know you love this trope.

Genre: Fluff & humor 

Count: 5253

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Sometimes you imagine life (your life, specifically) being one big giant clusterfuck of a disaster.

Because you're not sure how else to explain how you got invited to your friend and your ex's wedding. 

Because, yes, they're fucking marrying each other. 

It honestly felt like you were being punched in the gut.

You would say your friendship with your friend is very complicated. It's based more on competition and envy than anything.

And not to brag, but you've pretty much have outdone for your friend in every aspect of life effortlessly.

Except you lost the girl.

Or more accurately, she left you.

Because you made it very clear to both of them that the people you date are not a prize to be won, and you don't chase people.

That being said, maybe if you went to therapy while in your childhood, you would grow up to be a well-adjusted adult who didn't believe that in a breakup, there's always a winner and a loser.

And by God, you refuse to be the loser in this breakup. 

"Yes, I'm really bringing a plus one," you tell your friend. After skillfully avoiding any questions that would require you to disclose any details of this 'plus one,' you needed to actually find a plus one.

But this was more than just a plus one.

You needed to find someone who was hotter and better than your ex in every way. 

"I'm not sure whether I should be flattered or insulted."

"Neither, Nat. Please just do me this favor, so I'm not humiliated twice by the two of them," you beg.

"Hasn't it been 4 months now? I doubt they will antagonize you since they've seemed to move on and all," Natasha looks at you with a brow raised. Natasha isn't a stranger to these two, but she's not really sure she's up to go along with this insane idea.

And despite the biting words, you show Natasha a text you received just hours after opening the wedding invitation.

Hey, with the history and all, we totally understand if you don't want to come to celebrate our wedding.

"Wow," Natasha whistles.

"Yes," you agree, putting your phone away.

"They really said that," Natasha comments while nodding her head and pursing her lips.

"They did, so please pretend to my girlfriend and attend this wedding with me. I don't want to rub it in their face, but I refuse to be alone."

"I just want to point out you actually have nothing to rub in their face."

"Nat."

She sighs.

"Fine," she grumbles, "I'll go, mostly for the free meal and drinks I'm going to get out of this, but you owe me big time for this."

You sigh in relief, the stress partially leaving you. You're thankful to have a friend like Natasha. You were friends throughout university and even were roommates for a while. Granted, you didn't get to see each other often now with the fact she travels a lot for work, but it seems like she's finally settling in the city for a while.

"So, what day is it?" Natasha asks while sipping her coffee, swinging her legs.

"So...it's out of town, and it's two days and one night," you smile sheepishly.

"For fuck sakes."

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The wedding comes faster than you're ready for, and you've got the jitters as you adjust your one-piece jumpsuit.

Natasha picks you up, looking glorious in her dress, and for a second, your nerves calm as you take a deep breath.

"You look beautiful," you compliment to Natasha who merely smirks. 

"Nervous?" Natasha asks as she pulls out of your driveway and heads to the airport with no rush.

"I don't know if I would call it nervous as more of I really hope there are no incidents," you huff, 

"Hopefully, this will all go smoothly, and we just eat and drink ourselves into oblivion."

"What about dancing?" Natasha asks.

"For the sake of your feet, we 

better not," you half-joke.

Natasha lets out a burst of laughter, and you lick your lips at the sound. 

"So? What's the plan?" Natasha looks over to you briefly before turning her eyes back on the road.

"Plan?" You hum.

Natasha looks back with a raise of her brow at you.

"What? You just want to wing it when people inevitably ask us how we met and started dating?"

"Honestly, this is already stressful enough, I would prefer to not lie more than we have to. I've seen enough movies to know that's how you get fucked later. Everyone knows we've been friends forever. Let's just say we developed feelings, and then I asked you out."

"What if I want to be the one who asked you out?" Natasha frowns.

"Then you can be the one who asked me out...?"

"No, it's okay. I would rather you ask me out."

"Natasha, I'll fucking strangle you," you huff.

"Not my kink," Natasha then looks at you and smirks, "...Well."

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You're trying to not seem twitchy when your plane arrives in Hawaii, and you head straight to the venue. 

Other guests have started to pour in, but you don't see the couple of the hour.

Natasha slides her hand into yours easily, and you're having a fleeting thought about how your hands fit together well. Her hand is soft, a little cold, but you don't mind because your hands are too warm.

"Relax," she whispers, and you nod.

You're thankful that they decided to have the ceremony and the reception right after, both at the same venue. You can't imagine trying to stretch this entire day out.

You grab champagne glasses and pass one to Natasha, who hums in thanks.

A couple people come up to say hi to you and fawn over how beautiful Natasha is and how you met. It's going well so far. Thankfully, no one has actually asked about how you're feeling about this entire wedding, or how brave (or stupid) you are to come. 

At least to your face. 

You already know people are whispering behind your back.

You take your seat with Natasha, and the second you hear the songs playing, you have to resist the urge to roll your eyes so fucking far back into your head because it's literally the same playlist you shared with your ex when you were dating her. 

This has to be some new level of pettiness, right?

Natasha seems to recognize the songs right away. After all, she had been the one to listen to it first to give her opinion before you sent it to your ex. She looks over at you and places her hand on top.

The touch grabs you out of your thoughts as you turn to look at her for a moment. You're reminded to take a deep breath as you turn your hand over to lace your fingers together.

You wish you were a little drunker when the bride comes out, and they say their vows, but your motto is that it could always be worse. 

You hear Natasha clear her throat, and you look at her curiously.

She's grinning at you mischievously, and then your phone buzzes.

Nat: Let's play a game. Every time she looks at you, you owe me a dance. Every time he looks at you, I'll buy you coffee when we're back.

You: Why? Because you don't want to be able to walk anymore?

Nat rolls her eyes at you, unable to hide the small smile on her lips.

Nat: Surely you can't be worse than when we were in university.

You: Debatable, but I'll play along. It's your toes.

Putting your phone away, Natasha smirks at you as you turn your head up to face the front.

It's easier to drown out the officiant and the couple's vows when you're trying to focus and keep count of how many times the couple looks at you.

By the time they kiss, Natasha's got you beat by 7 looks.  

And in total, you owe her 62 dances.

"Alright, if we just continue to dance for about 3 hours straight, I'll have paid my debt," you say, causing Natasha to laugh.

It's probably improbable you'll be able to give Natasha 62 dances, even if it's over the course of two days, but you're just happy you got through the ceremony. 

You move into the resort, snacking on hors-d'œuvre and wine while you chat with Natasha.

"I have to give it to them, the food is good. And, it's an open bar, nothing can beat that," Natasha says as she's already on her third glass of wine. 

"Your standards for a wedding is incredibly low," you shake your head at her, even if you do agree the food is not bad.

"Are you offering to show me better? What? Do you need a fake wife now?" Natasha teases you.

"Oh, would you be a dear and marry me then?" You blink innocently at her before grabbing her hand, "C'mon, I think the officiant might still be here."

You tug her hand a little, but Natasha tugs back to keep you in place.

"Alright, funny face, that's enough. If you think you can marry me after three glasses of wine...you are absolutely right, let's go," Natasha tugs you this time, and you let out a burst of laughter before tugging her hand back.

And then you see from the corner of your eye the newlyweds coming up to you, and you wait with bated breath.

"Wow, it's so good to see you, you look good," the bride comes in to swoop you into a hug, and you're almost taken aback at the familiar smell of honey and peaches.

"Hey, Vanessa," you breathe out, forcing a smile, "Congratulations, you look beautiful."

Vanessa laughs, clinging onto you a little too long when the groom sweeps him.

"Derek," you greet, "congratulations."

You don't say anything more because the second you look at them together, you're reminded that he went after her while you were still dating and that she did leave you for him.

He smiles at you, a little smug, as he shakes your hand and pulls you in to slap you on your back for a greeting.

"Thanks!" He enthusiastically says, "So, you brought Natasha. Why didn't you just say so over the phone?"

Derek goes into hug Natasha, who gives him a light smile and a weak hug in return.

"Thought it'd be a nice surprise," you reply, wrapping your arm around Natasha's waist as she settles into your side.

"Natasha, huh," Vanessa eyes the redhead in your arm. "How long?"

Okay, so maybe Natasha was a sore spot when you were dating Vanessa. She always complained about how you spent too much time with Natasha, even when she wasn't living in the city.

You're too lost in that Natasha has to be the one to answer.

"Well, it's pretty new, actually. As you know, we spend a lot of time together, and I don't know. The timing seemed just right that she confessed to me, it was really romantic," Natasha says, turning to look at you with a soft smile you're not sure you've ever seen on her.

You also noticed the biting mark about how you spend a lot of time together because Vanessa smiles contritely at the comment.

"That's great," Vanessa says offhandedly while she grabs her husband's hand. "Well, we gotta keep making rounds, but we'll catch up with you later."

With a little wave, the couple flitters off, and you feel like you can let out a sigh of relief.

"I always forget how wonderful of an actress you are," you turn to Natasha, your hand still on her waist as you smile thankfully at her.

"Yeah, imagine all the practice I got scaring off your one night stands in university," Natasha retorts back at you, and you look to the side, pretending you didn't hear that as Natasha laughs and slaps you playfully.

"C'mon, let's find the other food and refill your glass," You smile as you pull her along. 

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You leave your fake girlfriend for not even two minutes to find her the stupid hors-d'œuvre that had bacon wrapped around something.

You come back to find some dude hovering over your girlfriend like he's a fucking vulture.

It reminds you of back in university when you'd be studying in the library with Natasha, just enjoying the quiet time together with the occasional banter. 

And then some stupid jock, or someone from the student council, or whoever Natasha was dating at the time would come and interrupt. 

You stalk up to the two, catching the end sentence about how the guy has a yacht he would love to take Natasha on.

 "Hey," you interrupt, a fake smile on your face, "Sorry it took so long, I basically had to fight another woman for these, so you should probably eat them all now before she finds us."

Natasha laughs, giving you a smile as she beings to eat the appetizers.

"Who's this?" You ask, looking over at the guy.

Natasha looks over at the gentleman, blinking as she had definitely forgotten his name.

"Lentle?" She said, her tone rising at the end at the apparent guess.

"Leonard," he introduces himself with an unoffended smile.

"Well, Lentle, thanks for keeping my girlfriend company," you smile with a nod, and the guy gets the clear sign and books it out of there.

You turn to Natasha.

"I leave you for not even two minutes, and you've got yacht offers," you tease her.

"I know, so lame, right?" Natasha licks her lips. "Yacht offers were only cool in university."

"And what? You've traded in yacht offers for dances that will end in your toes being broken? I think you've got it backwards, sweetheart."

Natasha laughs as she finishes the last bacon appetizer. 

"Oh, you don't know how priceless your dancing is."

"Just for that, I'm taking three dances off my debt," you stick your tongue out at her while Natasha rolls her eyes playfully.

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This was only asking for trouble.

Natasha knew that.

She's not entirely unused to it. Living in a dorm with you while in university gave her plenty of opportunities where she had to pretend to be your scandalized girlfriend to scare off your one night stands.

But you were never there when those girls came knocking at the door.

She never had to hold your hand, gaze lovingly at you, potentially have to kiss you.

Natasha had been very careful throughout the entire time she had known you. She never made sure to cross any lines that she couldn't come back from.

Especially when you've had too many drinks and had a bad habit of kissing whoever might be too close to you back in the day.

It was necessary for Natasha to survive. 

Because she was in love with you.

And she still is.

But you had never indicated to her that you were interested in her in any other way than a friend. And so, she settled into a good place where she could be just your friend.

But this was threatening all of that. Natasha knew she should've said no when you came to her with this odd request, but you had looked so desperate and beat up that Natasha couldn't say no. 

When you were dating Vanessa, that was probably the worst time in Natasha's life. You were so obviously enamored with Vanessa, even if you did not admit it. 

Natasha had to deal with all the same intricacies of you dating her. Like helping you with the first date, listen to the playlist you made her and had to listen to you talk about Vanessa.

Nevermind when Vanessa left you for Derek. 

That might've tested Natasha's limit to the edge.

Now, she was standing with you at the bar, grabbing drinks as you held her hand, swinging it back and forth with a smile.

The dinner reception would be soon as the catering team started setting the tables and bringing food out.

"Does swinging our hands back and forth count as a dance?" You ask, and Natasha rolls her eyes over to you.

"Don't think you can escape a single dance," Natasha tells you, and you sigh dramatically.

Natasha can see Vanessa occasionally looking your way, and Natasha has to tell herself that being in your personal bubble, and brushing your hair behind your ear is justified now.

She can do those things.

Even if it's fake.

The reception is more boring than Natasha would like. Just people sharing toasts about how wonderful Derek is, and how in love they are. Natasha puts a lot of effort into distracting you.

And when the dinner comes to an end, the dancing begins. 

The couple shares their first dance together, and also dance with their parents.

The sun is setting, and when the floor opens up, Natasha is immediately dragging you onto the dance floor.

Your hand easily settles on the dip of her back as you pull her close, your other hand delicately encasing hers as you gaze in Natasha's eyes.

"This is a pretty good start," Natasha quirks her lips, "I remember the first time I tried to teach you how to dance, you look down the entire time at our feet."

"Yes, you're welcome for not crippling your toes at that time," You smile back. 

The slow music starts, and you begin to lead Natasha into a simple slow foxtrot.

"Hey, no broken toes," Natasha teases you, and you roll your eyes.

"Don't jinx it now," You try not to look down out of habit. Sure, over the years, you've gotten better at dancing, but it still wasn't your favorite activity. You still turn it down if given a chance.

After an hour into dancing, taking the occasional break in between, you need a break.

"Nat," You huff, "I don't think I'll be able to complete 62 dances with you. Can we convert dances into something else? How about drinks? I can get you drinks."

Natasha starts chuckling, "We'll see. I feel like you still have some dance left in you. C'mon, this is such a classic dance song."

Guests around you are wasted as they sway around on the dance floor. Derek has his tie around his head as he's goofing around with his buddies.

The dance is different this time. Natasha pulls you close, flush against her, and you're not sure if it's all the drinks you've had, but it feels different.

Her hands settle around your neck, her leg slightly in between your own.

And then she grinds to the beat of the music.

The feeling makes your breath hitch initially, and you see Natasha smirk subtly. Your hands automatically fly to her hips as you match her rhythm. 

Natasha's face is close. Close enough that you can feel her breath on your lips. 

You swallow. 

Somewhere in your mind, you're trying to remind yourself that Natasha is a friend. 

She's always been.

But tonight, you feel like she might cross a line that you didn't know existed between you two.

As quick as a fleeting thought to Kiss Natasha comes, she spins in your arms, back pressed against your front as she continues to sway and grind. 

Your hand slide over her stomach, and you're not sure what's happening. 

The song slowly comes to an end, going into a slow dance song, and you have a fleeting thought the DJ sucks.

Natasha turns back around, looking at you, and she's leaning in, and your heart is thudding, and you think the air is leaving your lungs, and--

"Hey."

The voice interrupts the two of you, and it's like whatever magic was happening, the spell broke.

You look over to see Vanessa standing between you too with a hand on your shoulder.

"Mind if I steal you for a dance?"

"She's kind of busy dancing with me right now," Natasha smiles, but you've seen that type of cold smile before.

"Well," Vanessa's eyes turn to Natasha, "I'm the bride, and it's my day, I think you can survive a dance without her."

Natasha looks like she wants to say something else, but you put your hand on her arm and give her a smile to show her it's okay.

Natasha wants to roll her fucking eyes at how smug Vanessa looks, but walks off to the bar.

She really needs a drink.

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You pull Vanessa into an appropriate amount of distance between the two of you as you lead her into a dance.

"You're quite open to dancing tonight," Vanessa comments, knowing in the past you seldom danced with her.

You shrug, "I've already had about 18 dances with Natasha. Plus, it is your wedding day."

"I'm surprised you actually came," Vanessa twirls in your arm, coming back just an inch closer than before.

"Why wouldn't I?" You challenge.

The dance is cut short with Vanessa stilling, sighing as she pulls you out of the venue and down to the beach, standing in the warm sand.

"Why do you always do that?" Vanessa says, crossing her arms.

"Do what?" You reply.

"You know exactly why I'm surprised you came. Did I really mean nothing to you? Why would you even come here? And especially with Natasha," Vanessa is frowning, and her brows furrow the exact way you remember them when she's upset.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.

"I'm not doing this with you, Vanessa," you tell her slowly, "it's your wedding day."

You turn to leave, but Vanessa pulls you back, colliding her lips against yours.

The feel of her lips is entirely too familiar.

Too raw. 

You put your hands on her shoulder, pushing her back.

"What the hell, Ness!" You yell at her as your brows burrow in anger.

"You didn't come back for me!" Vanessa yells back at you. You look around, glad that you're far from the venue, so no one can hear you.

You turn your head back to your ex.

"You left me, remember?" You hiss quietly.

"You weren't paying attention to me," Vanessa quiets herself as well, grabbing on your dress jacket.

"I thought that if I went to Derek, you were going to fight for me, but you didn't," She admits.

You sigh, "Vanessa, I told you right from the beginning that I don't chase people. If you felt that I wasn't giving you enough attention, you should've just told me. You leaving me for Derek is not going to make me fight for you. Of all the things I will compete with Derek for, women are not one of them."

"But you do chase people," Vanessa retorts bitterly, "you're always chasing Natasha."

Your brows scrunch together.

"What?"

Vanessa rolls her eyes as if she thinks you're just playing dumb.

"Every time Natasha needed something, you dropped everything to go help her. Do you even remember my birthday? You left midway because Natasha called and said she was stuck on the highway."

"You said you were okay with it. If you weren't, you should've said so!" You argue with her.

"I shouldn't have to tell you that I obviously wouldn't be okay with that! For christ's sake, you hate dancing and you just danced 18 times with Natasha!"

You pinch the bridge of your nose, a minor headache from having this conversation.

"Regardless," you finally say, "whatever has happened, it's in the past now. You're married now. You said, 'I do,' to him. What do you want from me now?"

Vanessa takes a step forward, grabbing onto the edge of your sleeves again.

"I--I just want to know that I matter to you, that you still love me," Vanessa says softly, and she's leaning up on her tippy toes, getting closer to your face.

You're frozen.

Not sure why the hell this is happening to you.

But before you can push her away again, Vanessa is pushed back by someone else.

Natasha is standing there, furious as her eyes are set ablaze.

"I'll appreciate it if you keep your hands and lips off my girlfriend," Natasha grits out.

Vanessa rolls her eyes at Natasha, before looking at you, "I know you're not really dating her. If you wanted to make me jealous by bringing Natasha, then fine. I'm jealous, but you don't need to keep up the charade."

"Er--I'm not--We really are--why would you think that?" You start to stutter before asking.

"Natasha may have always been in love with you, but if you liked Natasha, you would've left me for her long ago. You're telling me throughout all the years of your friendship, you never thought about dating her earlier? I don't buy it," Vanessa squints.

"What does it matter to you? You're married," Natasha deadpans.

"And I can get a divorce if I want to," Vanessa fires back. 

Something seems to stem inside Natasha. A hot, burning, possessive feeling boils in her because she has a taste of having you hers, even if it's pretending.

And something just possesses Natasha as she pulls you close, wrapping her arm around your neck as she meets your lips with fervor. 

The taste of Natasha hits you different.

She tastes like vodka and pineapples, and you find yourself quickly returning her kiss. Your hands grab her waist, pulling flush against you, and your mind wanders to her grinding on you earlier. 

Has Natasha always felt this soft? Were her lips suppose to slide against yours so perfectly?

And then everything Vanessa said just hits you. You don’t chase people, but you’ll chase after Natasha. 

You always have. 

You hate dancing, but you’ve never turned down a dance with Natasha. 

You’re jealous, you’ve been jealous. It takes a lot to just barely temper the desire to possess.

Natasha was the first person you thought of for everything.

God, have you been an idiot? 

You distantly hear a huff in the background and footsteps stomping off.

You aren't sure how long you're kissing until Natasha pulls back.

She stares at you, and something just snaps.

"I can't do this," Natasha says, turning around and walking further onto the beach.

Natasha briskly walks along the shore, cursing herself. The kiss was amazing.

Everything and more than Natasha dreamed it would be.

But deep down, she knew that you didn't feel that way about her.

And now she had this blessing and curse to remember this kiss for the rest of her life.

"Hey!" A sudden arm grabs onto Natasha's wrist, and she turns around to see you panting as you chased after her.

"You know," you pant, "I'm beginning to think Vanessa was right."

Natasha immediately shirks at you as you stand up straight, sliding your hand down until you grasp her fingers.

"I don't chase people, but I chase always after you," you pull Natasha closer, and she looks alarmed.

"What are you say--"

"Is it true? Have you always been in love with me?" You cut her off.

Natasha is silent, face impassive as she always does when she feels vulnerable. 

But you always knew the answer when she did that.

"Why didn't you say anything?" You ask softly only for Natasha to scoff.

"Why would I? We're great friends, I'm aware of that. You've never indicated to me that you felt anything more for me," Natasha looks out onto the ocean.

You're not really what to say at first because it's true. Throughout your years of friendship, it never really crossed your mind that Natasha could be more to you. 

But not for the reason she thinks. 

"You know," you start, drawing her attention back to you, "When I first met you, you were like, the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen in my life, the statement still standing true to today."

Natasha feels her cheeks warm at the soft way you're saying it.

"Then I got to you know, and you were funny, charming, very sarcastic, ambitious, and god, all these amazing things," you sigh, unable to really convey how Natasha is.

"You dated all these guys--and girls--in university. You dated the student president, the student from abroad who literally sounded like James Bond, and even the girl who was in theatre major who is now like a famous broadway actress now or something," you recall all of Natasha's suitors in university.

You laugh, "And don't even get me started on the people after university. I still get Facebook messages from that CEO who tried to give you his company."

Natasha is listening to ramble, but honestly, she doesn't remember any of these people. 

Because in university, she was busy taking the scenic route to her class so she could bump into you more. Natasha was occupied with taking non-related classes for her general studies requirements with you. And she was really too busy watching go from fling to fling, wishing that for once, you would just look at her.

"What does that have anything to do with you?" Natasha asks.

"Nothing," you reply, shrugging your shoulders, "Which is exactly the point. While I was busy with one night stands, you were long term dating other people. How can you expect me to even think that you might've been interested in me? How could I let myself want to be more to you?"

And Natasha was extremely aware of it. There were so many moments, too many to even count, where Natasha would be internally screaming for you to look at her, see the truth that she was in love with you, all while refusing to make it known that she was even an option for you.

But Natasha doesn't know where to go from here. 

She's still in the same place she started with you.

Natasha feels you tugging on her hand, pulling her closer while you cup her jaw.

"So, I'm going to ask you again. Have you always been in love with me?" You hover over her face, breath on her lips.

"You know what? Nevermind, I'll find the answer myself," You say before you swoop in capture Natasha's lips.

The second kiss is entirely different from the first, and Natasha is completely helpless for the first time with you. Your lips are velvety soft, delicate like a feather. 

And it's hard to Natasha to process the fact that you're kissing her, she's convinced that your lips have changed her very existence and she'll never be the same. 

And when you pull back, you rest your forehead against Natasha's.

"Is it okay for me to say that I've been really blind and that we've got it all backward, but the timing is actually right, and I'd like to take my fake girlfriend on a date tomorrow morning so she can become my real girlfriend?"

And Natasha just chokes on a laugh because she's pretty sure she stepped on a rock, and it hurts, but it's the only thing that tells her she's not dreaming as you pull her into a hug.

“You’re such an idiot,” Natasha mumbles.

"Just one thing," you say, playing against the back of Natasha's neck. 

"What?" Natasha pauses.

"Can we convert dances to kisses?" 

And Natasha laughs, wrapping her arms around you as her head rests against your shoulder.

"I'm open to the idea," she smiles. "So, what about the wedding brunch tomorrow?"

"Oh, fuck the brunch."

[dudeandduchess]

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Sad, Beautiful, Tragic (Angst, SFW Scenario)

Summary: (Y/n) goes to Kyōjurō’s wedding to try and say goodbye to her feelings for him.

Note: This was completely unnecessary, but it was such a tempting concept. Enjoy, bbys. Also, this was inspired by Taylor Swift’s “Sad, Beautiful, Tragic”.

Warnings: Angst

Part 1

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It was a beautiful wedding.

Such perfect weather on an early Autumn morning, a solemn ceremony at an extremely enchanting temple, and such beautiful smiles on everyone’s lovely faces— everyone’s save for the sad one that graced her features as she mustered up the energy to keep up the façade.

As if she hadn’t been the one whom Kyōjurō had claimed to love just a little over a year ago.

Memories of their days and nights spent in bed— limbs tangled together beneath the sheets— as naked as the day they were born, played in her mind’s eye; reminding her of a past that she still longed to have.

The same past that still dragged across the broken fragments of her heart.

Cheers echoed around (Y/n) once more, shaking her from her reverie and making her turn her full attention towards the main stars of the day: Kyōjurō and Yuki.

The man she loved, and his fiancée… no, she was his wife now.

Even thinking the word had her pursing her shaky lips, if only to keep herself from succumbing to the tightness she felt in her chest; squeezing around her heart like a vise, the longer that she looked at their happiness.

Yet, she couldn’t look away.

Especially when Kyōjurō pulled Yuki in by the waist and slanted his lips against hers; even chasing her lips when she shyly pulled away with an embarrassed giggle.

Every fiber of her being told her that she should lash out; to tell everyone just what she and the Flame Hashira had been doing behind closed doors, but another— much bigger— part of her that still loved him begged her to keep her mouth shut.

For his happiness.

Still, it didn’t lessen the hurt that she felt inside; gnawing at her like a demon on a rampage. It made her feel so sickly and weak, yet she stayed right where she was— hands clenched at her sides, and tears brimming her eyes, all under the guise of being happy for her fellow Hashira.

If she hadn’t even been in the position she was at, she wouldn’t have hesitated to not show her face. But out of politeness, she knew that she just had to go.

For that, and to also feed the macabre urge inside her that needed to know— that needed to see for herself— that he really was over her.

It hurt like a dagger to the chest, but she still endured; if only to catch more glimpses of her past lover’s happiness— to see smiles that she had thought were only reserved for her, and to fantasize that she had been the one getting married to him that day.

More tears pricked her eyes at the blatant admission, yet she quickly blinked them away as the tightness in her chest only grew to the point where she struggled to catch her breath.

Still, she forced her feet to keep moving— to follow the crowd as they sent off the newlywed couple.

(Y/n) could only watch on in grief as she saw Yuki and Kyōjurō stop right by the steps that led down to the foot of the hill, with the Hashira leaning down to pick his wife up in his arms— just like he’d used to do with her, when he came to see her after his lengthy missions.

The sight of him doing that to another woman had her looking away; unable to take more of the pain that it caused her.

Yet, when she heard the crowd starting to follow them down the path—cheering as they went— she found herself going up on her toes to look for the head of blond hair that she loved so much.

He was already far away from her— nothing more than a speck in the distance— yet she still waited until she couldn’t see him, before coming back down off of her toes.

As the heels of her sandals made contact with the ground, she felt her shoulders slump— letting go of the control that she’d leashed tightly to her person, if only to keep her composure for the entirety of the ceremony.

And with the loss of that control came the heavy, gulping breaths that she took to try and keep her tears at bay— which was all for naught since, little by little, her eyes filled with tears until they eventually spilled over to mar her cheeks.

She couldn’t even move from her spot, despite attempting to turn her back on the path that she’d just seen the love of her life go down.

Her hands were shaking uncontrollably as she placed them on her abdomen, curling around the fabric of her kimono before gingerly sliding along her body so that she was hugging herself; needing the reassurance that she wouldn’t fall apart, at least physically.

Emotionally, she was already battered and bruised; laying broken in a million tiny pieces that would never be put back together.

“You’re alright, (Y/n). You’re alright,” The young woman whispered through her sobs, trying to push past the grief crushing her as she willed her feet to move; as far away as possible from Kyōjurō.

And, eventually, she found the strength to go.

Only, it wasn’t to some other pre-determined destination, but back towards the temple that they had just came from.

There was nothing but her sobs filling the deafening silence around her; not even the leaves on the trees rustled with the gentle wind caressing her face— making her feel so much more alone than before.

But she kept on walking, placing one foot in front of the other as she retraced the path that Yuki had most probably taken to get to the temple. And it didn’t take very long until she reached the still-decorated shrine, which served as something of a mockery to her love for an already-married man.

A man whom had never even loved her in the first place.

However, instead of turning back like her heart begged her to do, she slowly climbed up the steps— closing her eyes once she was at the top of them, and taking a deep breath to re-imagine the beautiful ceremony that she had seen.

With Kyōjurō taking (Y/n)’s left hand into his own, as he guided her towards the shrine— where incense was still burning.

Every step was quiet against the hardwood floor, yet deafening to (Y/n)’s ears; especially as each step made her heart clench further and further, until she felt like she couldn’t breathe past her silent tears.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Those were the exact number of steps that Yuki had taken with Kyōjurō at her side, and she mirrored them to the best of her ability— all while imagining that standing right beside her was Kyōjurō, instead of nothingness.

She then bowed down low, holding her pose as loud and unrestrained sobs escaped her lips; filling the area with the vocal evidence of her grief, as opposed to the bride whom had graced the temple with her soft and elegant smile earlier.

And, instead of rising up after a couple of seconds, (Y/n) stayed right where she was— completely free from any comprehensible thought, just swimming in her grief and wearing it like an armor.

Until her legs grew weak and made her stumble onto the ground, a useless heap that had regressed into doing a dogeza in front of the gods; as if they were punishing her for being the sinful woman that she had been— and that she still was.

All for coveting a man that was never meant to be hers in the first place.

Still, she didn’t find herself apologizing or asking for salvation.

(Y/n) closed her eyes once more and begged— with all her heart— for the gods to keep Kyōjurō happy.

Because she would do anything for his happiness, even if it wasn’t with her.

[cherryonigiri]

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@keiyoomi​ asked: Hiiiiii!!! Congratulations on reaching a milestone! May I ask for a matchup? I am an INFP-T. The last time I check, I’m a Ravenclaw. Five words? Impulsive, Hyperactive, Gloomy, Procrastinator, Dumbdumb. My hobbies are. . . Watching series/anime, singing even if it’s out-of-tune, writing, daydreaming and cooking. My go-to outfit is definitely black top and skinny jeans. I love love love cold drinks. Thank youuuuuu 🙈

A/N: Elle! Awww ty bby - ILY and whenever you post one of your oneshots/drabbles I always insta-click. I hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself. Stay hydrated and healthy! Mwah - alice

Your matchup is: Tendou Satori

How you met: It’s a happy accident, because both you and Tendou lay your hands on the last volume of Weekly Shounen Jump in the bookstore at the same time. I feel like Tendou would try to convince you that he needs the magazine but eventually you come to the compromise of splitting the cost of the magazine between the two of you. Since Tendou will probably end up lending Shounen Jump to Ushijima (who takes forever bc he reads the ADVERTISEMENTS) he lets you have the magazine first and gives you his number so you can call him after you’re finished. He thinks he’s slick but he isn’t. 

Your first date: Happens after the Spring Tournament, after he has nothing to do because he’s done with college entrance exams. Since you both go to Shiratorizawa and live in the dorms, he has to get creative with how to go on dates late at night. For your first date the two of you sneak into the home economics/cooking classroom late at night to bake a lot of different things. Tendou really wants to try making handmade chocolates (your first date with him probably is probably part of the reason he eventually becomes a chocolatier) and the two of you end up making a huge mess and stay up super late clearing up everything before sprinting back to the dorms. For the rest of the week you have delicious sweets and baked treats to munch on while studying. 

Your first kiss: Graduation day. You’re in the year below him, so when they graduate in the spring you’re there for his graduation ceremony. You haven’t been dating for that long + he’s going off to university (although he’s close enough to visit) so you’ve been a bit worried about what happens after he leaves Shiratorizawa. Tendou, being the observant person he is, has definitely noticed + has an idea for why you’ve been acting a bit off lately. After he gets his diploma, he immediately finds you and drags you to a more secluded part of school. He takes one of your hands and presses his second button into your palm, his other hand cupping your face as he leans in to press the most tender kiss on your lips. Both of you are a little bit teary eyed afterwards.

Anniversary: Somehow manages to get you tickets to Jump Festa/Comiket/Anime Japan Expo and books a whole weekend in Tokyo so the two of you can go attend the event. Since you met and bonded over your love of anime/manga so he wants to do something to commemorate that. I feel like you two would have so much fun doing a couple’s cosplay for the event - you guys also definitely take time to go to karaoke. Tendou opens up his wallet big time and you both impulse buy a lot of anime merch haha. At the end of the weekend you’re both tired and pass out on the train home. You fall asleep leaning on his shoulder, hands intertwined on your lap. 

How they propose: Fast forward a few years, where Tendou decides to go overseas to continue pursuing his career as a chocolatier. He just bought his first shop in Paris, and the two of you are nervous about his future. You’ve finally managed to get a week off work, so you’re spending your vacation with him in France. One night, Tendou brings you to his empty store, which is still under construction. He shows you all the new equipment and his plans for what it will look like. After the impromptu tour, he takes a chocolate sphere out of the fridge, asking you to taste test a new dessert of his. When you melt the chocolate sphere, you see a silver ring glinting back at you. You say yes, tackling him to the floor in a hug. 

What your wedding looks like: You decide to get married back in Japan, since most of your friends and family are closer to Japan compared to Paris. You get married in Tokyo so you can book a large venue for everyone the two of you want to invite. Everyone and anyone Tendou feels close with gets an invitation in the mail. Of course, Ushijima is part of the wedding party, Semi as well. Tendou would want the wedding to be fun, and after the formal ceremony, the reception/afterparty is wild. The desserts/snacks are courtesy of himself/his company and the two of you have a massive 5 tier chocolate cake custom made for the wedding. Free flow bar as well, because it’s funny to see your old friends get tipsy.

Newlywed/domestic hc: You eventually are able to find work in Paris, and the two of you move into a cozy studio apartment in the Oberkampf neighborhood. You often drop by his shop on your lunch break to surprise him, and the two of you like to grab lunch at one of the cafe’s near Canal Sanit-Martin. His favorite part of living with you is lazy mornings, where the two of you wake up to the sun coming in through your blinds. Loves having breakfast in bed with you on the weekends and just enjoying the fresh air coming in from your open windows.

[imagines-mha]

Shin x Hari- Wedding Day

This is written for MY LEMON CHILD!!!!! WHO’S BIRTHDAY IS TODAY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BBY I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER 💞💞💞💞💞💞 i hope u enjoy this!! @0chronophobia0

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The proposal was a burst of confetti, an announcement to officiate their status and mutual adoration for eachother. It was, in short, the beginning of a happily ever after for two very important Yakuza members

With every moment that passed from then, excitement bundled up and then released itself in bursts of choosing suits and booking hotels and painting the picture to make it reality. They’d finally be under the law, safe in eachother’s hand and able to express their love whenever they pleased. They were able to turn their hopeful fantasy into a homely love, and to them that was everything

Today, though, was the big day

After a morning filled with nerves and excitement and impatience from the both of them, it was time for Hari to meet Shin at the bottom of the aisle. Clad in his suit, Tengai was next to him, reassuring him that when he opened those church doors, his lover would be waiting right at the end of that aisle for him

And he was right

The wedding march began and everyone stood. Nerves rocketed through Hari’s veins and he could only hope Shin still felt the same, even though it was pretty much solid from here on in

As he began his cool process down the aisle, holding back an odd mixture of both happy tears and stifled laughs because of how out of place some of them (Rappa) looked in a church, he thought about his love story with Shin, and already felt himself tearing up

After working for Chisaki for so long, believing it was all he was ever going to amount to, he was still in a state of shock that in fact- he had so much more to live for than his title at a job

For some reason, his title as a husband knocked it right off the shelf

Shin had just turned around, and for a moment he lost all stoicness and lack of emotion he worked so hard on building up all his life

He looked at his soon-to-be groom, and fell to pieces. Before he knew it their eyes locked just like they did when they first met, and when they first kissed, and when he proposed- and all those other times Shin’s gaze fell on Hari’s and he fell in love. Before he knew it, tears were falling down the once guarded man’s face

The small walk down the aisle seemed like decades- because Shin was crying and Hari was sniffling and why the hell was Rappa sobbing so hard??? He told them both he definitely wouldn’t cry?? He was producing BUCKETS right now, enough for the whole damn ceremony! But what else would we expect from Rappa?

When Hari finally got there, Shin felt like kissing him already and rushing off with him right away. It wasn’t often he felt like this: vulnerable and as though he had just been put on display- and he never usually liked the feeling either. But right now? He thrived in it. He wanted the whole world to know about him and Hari right now; fuck the reputation

The priest welcomed them both, and everyone watched on the edge of their seats while they repeated their vows to one another in soft tones, the ones they used before bedtime and all was quiet and time was theirs

Right now though, time was theirs. It was their day and they had all the time they needed. Chisaki couldn’t stop either of them if he tried

They ended the process with a simple, yet extremely effective “you may now kiss your groom”

Contrary to many beliefs and bets made on who would go in for the deepest kiss (by Deidoro of course), they were all proved wrong. Due to Hari’s typical affectionate nature- the audience predicted it would be him to make the first move, yet they were drastically incorrect

Hari’s cool, calm and collected exterior had faltered and he was a sniffling mess, putty in a now confident Shin’s hands. It was actually the taller man who swooped in, scooping his husband up into his arms and pressing a long, needy kiss to his lips to celebrate their forever union.

Shin no longer cared what they thought of him. If he was now officially a ‘soft man’ then so be it, but as long as he could kiss Hari whenever he wanted, for as long as he wanted- he was contented.

The newlyweds made their walk back down the aisle, hand in hand and leaning into eachother, shared in a lovely conversation only they could make out behind all of the streamers and flowers and cheers. They shared their own little haven within them right now, but it would have been the same without the celebration, because that’s just how they always worked: as a team.

💫💫💫

The rest of the night was spent beautifully. The pictures were taken deep in a forest, and the two married men shared great amusement in getting copious amounts of them taken for their future albums that they plan to reflect on years from now. The entire oversquad utilised the photographer for every penny he was paid, because Rappa just had SO MANY amazing ideas, and he threatened a fight each time he was rejected one of them, so it was much easier for him just to give in to all of them

The party was as pleasant at can be. Simple as Shin wished, yet just as happy as Hari had needed. With their favourite songs playing, and all their favourite people in the small gathering, it was everything the newlyweds could have dreamt of

And thus began the beginning of a beautiful life together for them, now finally entertwhined in eachother’s silver rings and officially, legally in love

[princessanneftw]

Princess Anne and Mark Phillips leaving parliament buildings in Ottawa following a tour on 28 January 1974

[aimeedaisies]

Newlyweds Princess Anne and Commander Tim Laurence at their first public engagement together since their wedding. They attended the second night of the Bolshoi Ballet's season at the Royal Albert Hall in London in January 1993.

[cherryonigiri]

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matchup requests: CLOSED

@renaxwrites​ asked: Congrats on 1k bby 🥳💞 can I request a matchup 👉🏼👈🏼 my mbti type is ENFP-T. My Hogwarts house is Slytherin/my Patronus is a rattlesnake! 5 words to describe me: ambitious, imaginative, passionate, loyal and sincere. I'm an art major so my hobbies are drawing, reading & playing instruments. My style depends on my mood, so it can be classy fit one day, street style the next. Fav beverage is tied between iced tea and coke. Lastly my fav team is Nekoma/Karasuno (sorry can’t choose 🥺) ty ily

AN: Rena!!! awwwwww thank you sm!!!! Lolol i have trouble choosing a favorite team too! Have a wonderful day bby! 

Your matchup is: Yaku Morisuke

How you met: You were in Russia for an art fellowship for the year, and happened to meet him through Alisa (who is a model for one of the portraits you’re creating). She introduced the two of you at a small party at her place, and two of you hit it off right away. Both of you are very ambitious and passionate about your respective careers and vibe off of having that same ambitious energy. He probably says that he’ll spot your ticket if you ever want to go to one of his games. The two of you text on and off for a while after meeting, and you take him up on his offer to watch a game every now and then.

Your first date: For one of the private new year’s galas/charity events that the Russian league holds, Yaku gets an invite to a famous art museum, with the option of bringing a plus one. He looks into what exhibits the museum has and he finds out that one of the galleries is dedicated to impressionist art, and features several pieces by an artist you’ve mentioned to him. He asks if you’d like to be his date for the night and you accept. Honestly his jaw almost hits the ground when he sees you in your outfit for the night and he honestly doesn’t pay much attention to the gala itself since he’s more than content to listen to you ramble and point out all the different paintings you love. 

Your first kiss: At the end of the gala, there are several toasts and a countdown until the start of the new year. He grabs two flutes of champagne and the two of you share a small toast and clink your glasses before taking a sip. Of course, it’s a bit cheesy but he waits until the countdown reaches zero before kissing you. The two of you start the new year surrounded by cheering, and honestly the kiss is just perfect. It’s firm yet sweet, and just the slightest bit of tongue that leaves you wanting more. When he drops you off at your door, he makes sure to kiss you a few more times before heading home. 

Anniversary: You have to return home after your fellowship ends, but the two of you, out of sheer stubbornness and devotion make long distance work (although not without a few bumps in the road.) Your first anniversary happens to fall on a night where Yaku has to play for his team - and he lets you know that he won’t be there in person. However, the night before the two of you enjoy a very long video call, and he makes it a point to ship you a beautiful Russian egg as a present +  a very sweet and heartfelt love letter. Admittedly you’re a bit mopey on the day of your actual anniversary - so you decide to be a couch potato for the day, bundling up in blankets on your couch to watch the re-run of your boyfriend’s match. You’re at the match point for the second set when you hear a knock at your door. At first you think it’s probably just a package, but when you open your door Yaku is standing there with a giant bouquet of flowers. You basically tackle him and are a complete sobbing mess bc this is the best surprise ever???? He hauled ass to get to where you were on time but it was totally worth seeing how happy you are.

How they propose: A few years down the road, you’re visiting Yaku in Russia and are in the VIP section/front row during the finals of the league tournament. You’re on the edge of your seat, they’re down to a deuce in the fifth set and you can just feel the tension as both teams struggle to score two points in a row. Finally, after making an extraordinary save, Yaku’s team manages to score that second point, sending the entire stadium into cheers. You’re jumping up and down in the stands, and the entire team is bundled up in a group hug. After the medal ceremony, Yaku’s walking around waving to fans, and his teammates all keep patting him on the back. By the time he gets to you pretty much all his teammates are casting not so subtle glances at him (much to his annoyance). The adrenaline hasn’t worn off quite yet, so before he gets too nervous he kneels down in front of you and the audience collectively gasps. He has the whole speech prepared when he proposes and you’re in tears by the time he finishes. When you nod yes he tears up before grabbing you for the tightest hug ever. 

What your wedding looks like: Decides to do two small ceremonies - one in his home country of Japan and another in your home country. It’s the perfect compromise and ensure that none of your friends have to spend exorbitant amounts of money to attend a destination wedding. The ceremonies are both intimate and small - it’s mostly close friends and family. The Nekoma alum are all there in Japan, and yoru classmates from art school are present for the ceremony that takes place in your hometown. Takes a few months off to enjoy newlywed life with you - he spends the first two months living with you in your apartment, and the months travelling around Japan with you. 

Newlywed/domestic hc: now that you’re married Yaku has zero qualms about helping you set up a studio in St. Petersburg (if you’re willing to move your career to the same country as his, if not he’ll still buy the two of you a larger apartment for when you visit). Also sugar daddy Yaku ahem n e ways even if his team isn’t based in St. Petersburg, at least he can spend his weekends and most of his off season with you. Of course, you still have to fly back and forth between continents because of all your different clients, but at the end of the day nothing beats coming home to Yaku cooking a nice pot of nabe in the kitchen. The two of you revel in your newly found domestic bliss - it’s just wonderful to finally have a shared place you both call home.

[cherryonigiri]

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matchup requests: CLOSED

@lynshouldhavegonetoshiritorizawa​ asked: could I have a matchup alice? 🥺 MBTI type: abdbh I had to take the test for this. INTJ Your Hogwarts House: slytherin/hufflepuff Your hobbies: Writing, equestrian, playing with my bunnies + wkrjefghu I forgot to do the five words I'm sorry ;-; (also gee this ones hard most people just describe me as an asshole) five words to describe me: Passionate, ambitious, determined, analytic, and a jerk (that last one courtesy of my friend ha)

A/N: excuse me I hope by “jerk” they mean a Joyful, Enthusiastic, Respectful, Kind being like yourself 😡💕Also hi Lyn bby thank u for the congratulations I’m so glad ur in the discord honestly you’re so sweet and u just make it such a joy to have that server 💓-alice

Your matchup is: Tsukishima Kei

How you met: You and Tsukishima are both in the college prep classes at Karasuno. You’re both super intelligent and ambitious people and both of you want to aim for a good university after high school. He notices that you always seem to know the right answer and always look pretty confident before practice tests. You end up both getting assigned to the same group for a project, which is how he gets your number. You two text frequently for a while and you cheer for him at some of his games. He probably overthinks asking you out but eventually Yamaguchi convinces him to admit to his feelings. 

Your first date: Because you’re both so busy with school + your extracurriculars, your first date is a study date at his place. He has the night off practice so he asked if you wanted to walk home with him from school that day. He’s extra considerate and buys some of your favorite snacks + beverages. For a while it’s just the two of you sitting across from each other at his coffee table, but then halfway through he suddenly stands up and sits down next to you, knocking your legs together on the floor. The night probably ends with you giving him a hug before you go home. 

Your first kiss: It takes a while for Tsukishima to open up to you, but after he does, he is pretty affectionate in private. Since he isn’t the biggest fan of PDA he has a very energetic tangerine and annoying king who would both pester him he tends to be physically affectionate only when it’s the two of you. Probably taking a study break in the kitchen when he suddenly cups your face and stares at you for a while. He leans in slowly and gives you plenty of time to pull away if you don’t want him to kiss you. When he does kiss you it’s very light and gentle, almost shy and very much like his quiet nature. 

Anniversary: Definitely sends you a “happy anniversary” text the first thing in the morning. He probably had it marked in his phone calendar with several reminders a few weeks earlier so he can start looking for a gift for you. Tsukishima is very observant, and I feel like he’d pay close attention to your hobbies and give you a gift related to them. He might get you a new pair of riding boots or a riding helmet. Or he might get you some really nice stationary to help you study for upcoming classes. 

How they propose: Despite both of your analytical/cynical natures, you two are high school sweethearts and stay together through university. By the time he thinks he’s at the point in life where he wants to ask you to marry him, he’s very assured that you want the same thing - the two of you have probably talked about it before. He proposes after his last game with the Sendai Frogs - surprisingly enough he does a public proposal. Although he’s usually someone who keeps to himself, the love you two share is something he wants to show-off to the world, at least for one night. He probably asked you what ring you wanted, a) because you two are mature adults who talk about next steps in a relationship and b) he’d rather know for sure that you like your engagement ring. 

What your wedding looks like: small ceremony - only close friends Hinata and Kageyama are still invited and family are invited to the ceremony. Probably indoors with a small reception afterwards. The two of you don’t see the need for anything extravagant - to be honest he wants to be done with all the formalities and just be your husband already. You two probably sneak out of the reception for an early start to your honeymoon.

Newlywed/domestic hc: I think that Tsukishima is someone who really values spending quality time with his spouse. Even though he’s now working full time as a museum curator in Sendai, he is very firm in insisting that he leaves work on time every day. He always gets home at the same time so that he can eat dinner with you. He loves talking about whatever projects he’s working on at the museum bc you listen so attentively + ask him questions. Vice versa he also enjoys listening to what your work day was like as well.

[princessanneftw]

I'm mad and sad that I can't get any inspiration to write trash fanfic.

Aw :( Here are some suggestiAnnes that might help:

Anneclude Anne somehow? Eg. Apply this to Anne, Mark and Phil and make my day

Liz and Phil quarantine diaries?

Phil learning how to use zoom to talk to his bamfletts and grandbamfletts, with your help of course.

Phil’s first ILY to Liz.

Write one around that story of him pinching her butt up the stairs at Broadlands.

Happy newlywed bby Liz and Phil in Malta.

Take some of the Crown bullshit Phil plots and fix them!

I am bad at this and don’t have any ideas rn but I hope that helped a little?

Inspo will come somehow, and you’ll write some more wonderful Sea Duke fanfic, and I will be first in le queue to read it! :)