#he'd be an adorable ring bearer

[cerealbishh]

all the eric and max interactions throughout the film

[ranimotia]

╭┈◦❥ • Dark Paradise

Having Goth! Malleus Draconia as your lover includes..

・❥Pairing: Malleus Draconia x reader

・❥Content warning: Goths (lol), GN! Reader, POC friendly, inaccurate to timeliness of game, reader with stereotypically feminine interests

・❥Authors note: ik this isn't too different from normal mal but I liked the idea, Romantic Goth Malleus 🗣🗣🗣

Goth Malleus who's... Medieval-gothic style room gets invaded by a couple of cute and fuzzy plushies you keep at his place for when you stay over.

Goth Malleus who... Treats the plushies with immense care; tucking them into bed and keeping them as clean as possible. After all, they remind him of you.

Goth Malleus who... Often takes you out on historical museum dates, guiding you by the waist through each gallery, whilst rambling on about each object displayed.

Goth Malleus who... Responds to the cute sticky notes you leave for him with long, heartfelt poems detailing your beauty.

"Make sure you unload the drier :) love you xx"

"I adore you beyond comprehension. You consume my every thought, both whilst awake and asleep, you are my moon, sun, stars and more, you are love itself and you consume my mind, body and soul and I'm more than content with letting you consume more of me each passing day-"

You get the idea..

Goth Malleus who.. Lulls you to sleep by reading you historical writings; ranging from 19th century literature to ancient epics. When doing so, he likes having your head rested carefully on his chest. He caresses your cheek every so often.

Goth Malleus who... Wakes up earlier than you and makes you breakfast almost every morning, presenting you with a silver plate of pancakes, sliced fruit, and a mazer of homemade juice when you finally stumble downstairs after waking up.

Goth Malleus who... Owns an impressive jewellery collection of silver chains decorated with either red, green, or purple jewels, accompanied with ornate designs of either roses or dragons. Despite his extensive collection, his favourite piece of jewellery is one you gifted him; a hello kitty ring you had jokingly proposed to him with.

Goth Malleus who... Sends you a bouquet of a dozen red roses tied together with a silk ribbon, alongside a hand written letter detailing your dinner reservations- sealed with a matching black seal adorning a dragon symbol embedded into the wax each morning of your anniversary.

Goth Malleus who... One night on one of your regular nightly strolls, presents you with a gold ring embedded with a raw cut gem of your birthstone in a velvet box. Asking to be yours till the day he dies.

Goth Malleus who... Lets out a sigh of relief at your acceptance, knowing the baggage of being a prince's spouse isn't appealing to most people, promising you he'd repay you for taking up such a tedious role.

Goth Malleus who... Doesn't miss a beat when it comes to wedding planning, already having some some drafts on what your wedding would be like thanks to countless ramble sessions with Lilia.

Goth Malleus who... After months of planning and organising, managed to set your dream wedding, a surprisingly simple affair- taking place in a flower field near an old victorian mannor right as the sun was setting.

Goth Malleus who... Believes you to be the most beautiful person in the world in your wedding attire; which consisted of long custom made floral lace, in a soft shade of your signature colour with matching gold jewellery, complementing your undertones. His own attire consisted of 14th century style robes, black in colour with roses embroidered onto it.

Goth Malleus who... Seals your vows by placing a flower crown on your head and you doing the same to him- a much more intimate break from the traditional kiss.

Goth Malleus who... Only has his closest companions at the wedding; his guardian since childhood, and his two closest guards. You too, are with your two closest friends, even having Grim as your ring bearer.

Goth Malleus who... Dances with you in the field under the moonlight once the party was over and everyone had retreated to their rooms. His arms wrap around you in a warm, loving embrace whilst swaying to a familiar tune he hums.

Goth Malleus who... Takes you to a cottage in the countryside for your honeymoon, holding your hand as you both walk though hidden forest pathways admiring the beauty of nature.

Goth Malleus who... Preserves your wedding bouquet, keeping it on display in your shared room; yet another symbol of your love displayed throughout your home.

Goth Malleus who... After all the years your spend together, still keeps the hello kitty ring you gave him.

Goth Malleus who... Each year of your wedding anniversary, takes you stargazing in the exact field you got married in.

"Look Malleus!"

Malleus' eyes darted to where your finger pointed in the deep sea that was the sky; a shooting star, leaving as fast as it came.

"A shooting star, did you wish?" You asked, gaze not breaking away from the illuminated sky and your hand not leaving his.

"No, I didn't have time" He simply stated, staring at the space were the star previously was.

"And there is somthing you wish for?" You asked, now with your eyes ripped away from the veiw and on him, pooling with curiosity.

"Yes," He replied to your inquiry, still not satisfying your curiosity as you continued to stare at him. "I wish," He spoke with a sudden pause, taking a moment to lift your intertwined hands and admire your matching rings, "To continue being your husband, even in the life after this one."

Lifting your hands further to his lips, he pressed a soft kiss against your knuckle. A burning sensation made its way onto your face as you felt your stomach flutter- gosh, who's life did you save to be blessed with a man so loving? You hoped to continue being his spouse in the life after this, too.

[saintbleeding]

Hii~

So i saw this on a tumblr post but is very jonmartin

"Jon and Martin are planning their wedding, they want to have their cat as ring bearer (is this how it's called?) But Martin doesn't know the name of the cat because they always call it different nicknames and jon just doesn't tell him and he don't want to admit that after all that years don't know.

Because jon didn't know either! he thinks that the cat is Martin's and he also is trying to figure out the name."

Martin’s not a cat person.

Honestly, he’s just not really an animal person. Like, in general.

The same isn’t true for Jon, of course. On, like, their second date, Jon—who, up until that point, had been all leather elbow patches on his stupid tweed jackets and “hmm, perhaps” and thoughtful squinting—got approached by a cat in the street, and pretty much melted on the spot.

Martin melted, too, but for slightly different reasons.

So it wasn't really a surprise when Jon moved in and Cat started turning up. Sure, it felt a little bit out of character for Jon not to excitedly announce that, one, he'd gotten a pet cat really recently, and, two, he was bringing it into Martin's place, which is a relatively humble little cottage, but Cat seems to free-roam most of the time, so it's not like she's encroaching on much of the space. And, anyway, it's not like Martin hates cats, so he doesn't mind. He just sort of thought Jon would have said something. But he didn't.

So.

You know.

There's a cat.

She's grown on Martin over time. In fact, it's usually him that wakes up with her purring and headbutting him at fuck-off o'clock in the morning, and Jon's not a heavy sleeper, so if she'd attacked him first, Martin would know.

But she's nice. Lovely little tufts of fur between her toes, and quite a deep meow for such a pretty lady. He'll call her Lady Catherine sometimes, and Jon's got the gall to pretend he doesn't think it's hilarious. Mind you, Jon's terms of endearment for her skew a bit more—pejorative, for lack of a better term? Like, Cat will take the opportunity when Jon is hunched over a stack of student essays at the dining table, and she'll leap onto his shoulders, and do that loaf thing, and Jon always says "unhand me, you infernal creature", or the few times she has bothered Jon in the middle of the night for pre-dawn breakfast service, he's grumbled "vile beast" even as he gets up to feed her.

Martin's tried telling him he shouldn't be encouraging her. But Jon just turns around and says "yes, I know, that's why I chastise her".

Martin stays impressed that someone so smart can be so stupid. Which he means affectionately, obviously. If he didn't, they wouldn't be getting married.

Which is great, by the way. It's great.

Does present some—unique problems, though.

Martin's got absolutely no bloody clue what her actual name is.

Which, you know, it's not like he's filling out adoption papers or anything, but at some point after some late-night banter it became part of the plan that Cat should be the ring-bearer at the wedding.

And he can't not know the name of a member of the party at his own wedding.

So he starts sleuthing.

"Hey," he says one evening, when GBBO is over and they're just sitting there with the telly on mute.

Jon looks up from his thorough inspection of Cat's beans, her paw gently clasped between his thumb and forefinger, and goes "Mm?"

"Been thinking."

Jon lifts one eyebrow. "Mm?"

"We could get her a proper little collar and everything."

Jon blinks a couple of times, then smiles. "Oh, for the wedding, you mean?" Martin nods. "Oh, yes, it could match your tie."

Okay, that's adorable, but also, unfortunately, not the point.

"Ooh, yeah," he says, then: "Oh! And, like, a little engraved name-tag. Really fancy."

Jon's eyes narrow almost imperceptibly.

"Yes," he says, tone completely unreadable. "Silver or gold, do you think?"

Martin's suddenly wondering if it's a trap.

"Dunno," he says, turning his eyes back to the brightly-coloured advert on the screen. "What's her vibe, you think?"

In the corner of his eye he sees Jon's jaw working silently as he searches for something to say.

"I think your input should be taken into consideration," he says, lifting his chin as Cat stands, stretches, and headbutts him. "Since... you know."

Martin considers whether or not Jon's messing with him, because frankly, he very much does not know.

"Mmm. Well! Uh- I- I like gold. Would match our bands."

"True enough," Jon says. Cat leaps onto the back of the sofa, and they're both silent till she curls up there and falls back asleep.

Jon doesn't seem very eager to say anything else.

Bugger.

"So..." Martin says, lifting his glasses to rub his eyes. "Um... what's the spelling, again?"

Jon's blurry form sits up straighter, and when Martin puts his glasses back on he sees his mouth open in shock.

"Might I ask why you're asking me?" Jon says, which doesn't make any sense.

"W- um. Y- you know, you're the English teacher."

Jon inclines his head to the side, frowning. "Hmm," he goes. "W- I- I- yes, I—mm." He lowers himself back against the sofa again. "The usual way."

Martin sighs.

"Right," he says. "Okay."

The silence gets a bit fraught, then. When Martin stands up to take their mugs to the kitchen, he might be a tiny bit huffy. It's possible.

Jon follows him, and he stays huffy, because it's easier to keep up than neutrality when he's trying to hide that he's a bit annoyed and a bit embarrassed.

"Everything alright?" Jon says, leaning casually against the fridge as Martin puts way too much effort into scrubbing both mugs clean.

"Mm."

Several seconds pass.

"Could I say something?" Jon asks, a bit hesitantly.

If Martin had to guess, he'd put money on "you're a negligent idiot for not paying enough attention to know my cat's name and I hate you".

"Yeah."

Jon exhales audibly behind him, as though amused.

"With all due respect and affection, darling—" He pauses till Martin is finished aggressively rinsing the mugs. Martin still doesn't turn to face him, though, because he's a tiny bit scared of where this is going, honestly. "If you've forgotten how to spell your own cat's name, that's not, strictly speaking, my fault, is it?"

Martin turns around.

Several things occur to him at once.

First, Cat's a dirty freeloader who owes Martin like fourteen months of rent.

Second, it might, legitimately, have been a coincidence that she and Jon moved in around the same time.

Third, he can't remember a time he's heard Jon use any method of address on her except for creature, or beast, or the ones Martin uses himself.

Which means, fourth, Jon doesn't know her bloody name either.

Because she's not his cat.

Well.

"Okay," Martin says. "Let's assume I have forgotten. Couldn't you just—help me out—and spell it?"

"Martin," Jon says disparagingly with a frown.

"Jon," Martin says, trying really hard not to smirk.

Jon does that thing where his mouth starts in a flat line, but as his irritation grows, his nose scrunches up, and the line of his mouth slowly rises up his face until he exclaims inarticulately and throws his hands in the air in defeat.

"Fine!" he says. "Fine, okay, alright, fine. I—I don't—I don't know. I don't know! I meant to ask, but I felt negligent not having known when I moved in, and then, after a month or seven I couldn't very well come out and ask, could I? And then—good heavens, it's been more than a year, there was no subtle way to recover!"

Martin's not laughing at him.

But he is laughing.

Breathlessly, uncontrollably, doubling over—to the point where Jon actually crosses the few steps separating them in the tiny kitchen to place a hand on his shoulder, gently guiding him upright with a concerned look on his face.

"Sorry," Martin manages eventually, wiping tears from his eyes. "Christ, sorry, I'm just—"

He takes a deep, measured breath.

"I've got to tell you something," he says sheepishly. Jon puts his hands on Martin's shoulders and looks into his face with the earnest sobriety that, even now, gives Martin butterflies.

"Anything," he says, still frowning intensely.

Martin averts his eyes. "She's not my cat either."

When Jon stops laughing, he spends the rest of the evening lecturing Cat in his Not Mad Just Disappointed voice ("identity fraud is an extremely serious matter, young lady, and you are terribly lucky you have such sweet little eyes, or I might be compelled to take legal action against you, please let go of my nose").

Oh, but they do end up getting her an engraved gold name-tag for the ceremony.

It says 'Lady Catherine (Beast)'.

[writers-reach]

If you do aged up chatacters (or in this case P4AU) is it alright to request some wedding hc's for Akihiko? For some context they were both in SEES or something like that (I haven't played the Arena games myself, so up to you).

Just wanna add, love the stuff you write so far! It's really good :3

persona 3: wedding headcanons (akihiko sanada)

notes: persona 3 spoilers, gn!reader (i tried my best but some of it might be leaning towards a more fem reader), post-p4au sees, fluff

he strikes me as the kinda guy to either overthink or underthink everything. no even amount of care put into the wedding.

like... he's either obsessing over the most useless of details or is just "yeah babe i'd be happy with whatever :) as long as you're there :)"

ofc regardless of what you two decide on doing, he's gonna pull his weight! he's no slacker.

definitely invites junpei, mitsuru, and ken as his groomsmates (mitsuru is his best woman, just b/c they spent so much time together. if it's in the timeline where shinji is alive, he'd take that place but point stands. senior squad fr)

speaking of, because of how important sees is to the two of you, all of them are groomsmates or men/maids of honour for the two of you, somewhat evenly split

koromaru and/or his puppies as the ring bearer i don't make the RULES!!!!!!!!

tries not to cry during his vows. didn't cry during the rehearsal. cries during the ceremony, fumbles over his words, tries to look manly but fails and embraces the tears.

during the kiss he'd definitely grasp your cheeks in the most tender kiss you've felt in your life. leans you back slightly and pulls away just enough to see your eyes brimming with happiness.

the ceremony is sweet and wonderful, but the reception is where your real aki shines

sheds the nervousness that comes with being the main event in front of dozens of people but still isn't a huge fan of parties

definitely loosens up once there's some alcohol involved but doesn't overindulge. he wants to remember this night :)

everyone in sees gets a turn at a speech, some doing them together!! (junpei and yukari put aside their slight differences and annoyances with one another to do a cute and funny speech). they all talk about how they knew you two were destined from the start, even if life was super rough.

even now, with akihiko as a boxer and shadow operative, he's still that same schoolboy who had trouble talking to his crush. it's adorable.

uhhhhhhh i've got a few loose joke headcanons too:

aigis catches the bouquet by doing a rocket-powered double jump. much to junpei's dismay (he wanted it :( )

mitsuru getting hammered at the reception

fuuka tries her best to hold it together at the ceremony but she's the first to start sobbing

yukari joking that akihiko FINALLY wears something normal (his suit) and not that ugly ass hoodie cape

a/n: sorry about the wait! hope you like it <3

[bellaxgiornata]

Omg! Happy anniversary for tumblr 😅? I'm so happy you've enjoyed the experience and as a fan of your work I wanna say congratulations!

It's a bit of a silly ask, but how would matt or Michael react to a reader asking if at their future wedding they could have a 'wing' bearer? Like, all du k with a bow tie waddling down the aisle to hand over the rings? A bit silly but a cute idea. Could be taken seriously or not, just wanna know your ideas for it?

Thank you for reading this, hope the pregnancy is going okay!

Ahh thank you so much!! 💕 It's been just over a year that I've been on here so I'm treating it like an anniversary/follower celebration thing because I've never done one before. They always seem fun though and I love interacting with y'all! And yes, the pregnancy is going a little better this week than last week thankfully! I'm nearing the end finally, too!

And you know what? I don't mind silly asks. This actually prompted two different fun dialogues in my head immediately, so hopefully that answers your question! The first one immediately had me thinking of Matt and Reader from FFTD specifically, but the dialogue with Mikey wasn't for any specific Reader. As usual, everything is below the cut!

“What if we had a wing bearer at the wedding?” you asked, lowering your coffee mug to the table.

Matt's head tilted curiously to the side as he paused at the kitchen sink, the dish he was cleaning currently forgotten at the question. “You mean a ring bearer, sweetheart?” 

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “A wing bearer. Like a duck waddling down the aisle with our rings. Maybe wearing a cute little bow tie.”

Matt turned more towards you, both of his dark brows rising up onto his forehead. “You're not seriously suggesting that are you?” he asked. “Do you have any idea how unreliable a duck would most likely be? It'd probably fly away with the rings.” 

“Okay, yeah, maybe,” you agreed slowly. “But it would be adorable. And how many people can say they had a wing bearer at their wedding?”

“Or we could just, you know, ask your nephew,” Matt pointed out. “Like normal people. I'm pretty sure he'd happily dress up like a duck if you asked, anyway. And at least he wouldn't fly away with the rings.”

“I suppose,” you conceded. 

“And honestly, could you imagine if the duck started attacking guests because it was afraid?” Matt mused, returning to washing the plate in his hand. He chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “That'd be a disaster.”

“Well if that was the case,” you replied, picking your mug back up, “then I'd have to remind you of the promise you made to me on our first date. About protecting me from giant ducks.”

“Sweetheart,” Matt began, once more stopping mid-wash of the plate in his hands as he focused back on you from across the kitchen, “please tell me you're not over there actually considering paying to have a massive duck walk our rings down the aisle.”

When you didn't answer immediately, one of his brows quirked up onto his forehead. 

“It was just a thought,” you said in defeat. “But fine. You're right. I'll just ask Hudson instead. That makes more sense.”

“What're ya lookin’ at, love?” Michael asked, settling down onto the sofa beside you. He leaned over, eyes squinting at your phone. “And why does it involve ducks with bow ties?”

“Just working on wedding planning things,” you answered him off-handedly.

“But ducks?” Michael asked again. “What do ducks have to do with our wedding?”

“I don't know,” you said with a shrug, glancing up at him beside you. “I was on this site that had a bunch of wedding vendors listed and stumbled on something called a wing bearer. I was curious so I looked.”

“And what is it?” he asked.

“A trained duck who walks your rings down the aisle,” you answered.

Michael stared at you in silence for a moment before roughly shaking his head. “That's ridiculous,” he muttered. 

“I'm not making it up,” you countered.

“Well I'm tellin’ ya now, pet,” Michael told you, “there's not goin’ to be ducks at the wedding.”

Your eyes narrowed curiously back at him as he settled into the cushions. He somehow appeared to have grown tense now, a note of finality in his tone.

“What about–”

“No ducks,” he stated firmly. “I don't like 'em.”

Lowering your phone to your lap, you eyed him suspiciously. Out of all the time you'd known Michael, you'd never seen him shut a lighthearted conversation down so fast. 

“I feel like there's a story here,” you said slowly.

“No, there's not,” Michael answered, shaking his head again.

“Oh come on,” you pressed, reaching a hand out and lightly squeezing his shoulder. “It's me. You can tell me anything, Mikey.”

Michael shifted, looking at you sitting beside him. His lips were drawn into a straight, unamused line as he studied you for a moment. Then eventually he blew out a rough breath, shoulders sagging. 

“Fine,” he relented. “Back when I was younger I was pissed off my ass and stumbled onto a duck's nest once. She wasn' thrilled and the encounter was…rather unpleasant. Left me with a bruise on my face. Told Jimmy I'd gotten into a fight at the pub. Now I avoid ducks.”

You bit your lip, attempting to fight back an amused laugh as you nodded and tried to shoot him a sympathetic look. But Michael saw right through you, immediately rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

“Forget I said anythin’, pet,” he muttered.

“No, no,” you reassured him, still fighting back a laugh as you patted his shoulder. “I won't invite any ducks to the wedding. I promise.” Clearing your throat, you couldn't help but add, “I couldn't possibly risk starting a war between a Kinsella and one of their known enemies. And on our wedding day, no less.”

Michael shot you a flat, unamused look which had you breaking at the sight. Throwing a hand over your mouth, you tried to quiet the laugh that slipped out. 

“Hilarious, love,” Michael deadpanned. “I expect ya not to tell anyone ‘bout this, ya know.”

“Of course,” you said behind your hand, still trying to fight down the laugh. “Your secrets are always safe with me, Mikey.”

He rolled his eyes again, but when you saw him crack a grin, you finally loosed the laugh you'd been holding back.

[ace-sher-bi-john]

Johnlock Wedding Headcanons:

Double proposal!

John and Sherlock both separately purchase rings. The proposal isn't a complete secret on either end though, as Sherlock deduced that John had bought one and John found out one evening when out for drinks with Mike Stamford

John would tell Mike all about how he thinks it's time. He's bought a ring. Mike would then absent-mindedly say "You're the second person to say that to me today"

They both wait patiently for the other to propose, wanting to see what he has in mind for a special proposal. But because they're both being polite and waiting, it takes months after they've both bought the rings for it to finally happen

Eventually John gets impatient and decides to just propose to him

One day, in the middle of a case that isn't too serious or time sensitive, John sets his plan into motion

In the lab of Barts Hospital, John stands in the exact spot he stood over a decade ago and waits. When Sherlock is done at the microscope, he walks over to John. His work is done for now and it's time to go home. But John isn't going anywhere

John attempts to give a smooth transition into the proposal, but words fail him. So instead, he gets down on one knee, pulls out the velvet box, and asks the question that he's been dying to ask for about six months now, "Sherlock Holmes, will you marry me?"

Sherlock is almost rendered speechless as he blinks at the love of his life, stunned. But he quickly recovers and remembers his part of the plan. He clears his throat, attempts to blink away the moisture forming in his eyes, "That depends, John," he pulls out his velvet box and bends down on one knee, "Will you marry me?"

John finds moisture creeping it's way into his eyes as well, a strange lump forms in his throat as he chokes out "Yes" to which Sherlock responds with his own "Yes"

They then slip the rings onto each others' fingers and fall into an embrace, followed by a deep, passionate kiss. By this point, Sherlock is crying. He doesn't see a point to hiding it. He just lets it happen. They pull away for one second to share an elated giggle, before pressing their lips together again

Molly is of course the first person they tell, as she walks in during their kiss. They are both bursting to share the great news with anyone and everyone, so they both blurt it out in almost perfect unison within seconds of her entering the room

They decide to take the rest of the day off, so that the second Rosie gets home from school, they can tell her. She is of course ecstatic when they tell her and starts planning an imaginary wedding for them on the spot

When they tell Mrs. Hudson her response is "It's about bloody time"

The date for the wedding is January 29th, 2023 in honor of the day they first met

The Pinterest-esque signs that have the date the couple met, the date they proposed and the date of the wedding, will be there. But inspired by Indefinite Lines by @arwamachine, the number of days they've been in love will also be included

For Example: 29/1/2010 - The First Day, 30/1/2010 - The Day We Fell In Love, 11/6/2021 - The Day We Said "Yes", 29/1/2023 - The Day We Said "I Do", 4,748 Days In Total

Rosie would be the Flower Pal (Shout out to Sims 4 and your adorable gender neutral for flower girl which I am so going to use from now on!)

Archie would be the ring bearer again, because let's face it. There's no way that John and Sherlock know any other children to fill in the role. Archie would be about 15 now, but he'd agree to do it because Sherlock. Because he's still waiting for the headless nun picture he was promised

Sherlock does keep his promise and shows him the picture during the rehearsal. It was well worth the almost nine year wait

Archie and Rosie become friends and have a lot of fun being the only children at the wedding. All the shenanigans they get up to...

Lestrade is Sherlock's best man and Mike is John's best man, although they spare Mike from having to do a speech

Lestrade tells the story of how the duo fell in love during his best man speech, as he was a witness to their relationship from the start

Sherlock sits Mycroft and Lestrade together during the reception because he ships Mystrade so hard and they haven't made any efforts to meet on their own. So he introduces them to one another and the slow burn begins...

Although they don't want to admit that they have a crush on each other, they do agree to dance as there's no one else for them to dance with. The magic begins during their dance

Also bonus Mystrade headcanon I want to sneak in. Mycroft proposes to Greg on Christmas day the next year. This is significant because Christmas day, 2010 was the day that Greg found out his wife was cheating on him. Now that day will be remembered as the day Mycroft proposed rather than being tainted by his ex

At the wedding, there is a seat reserved for Mrs. Hudson with a sign that says "We know you'd be here if Heaven wasn't so far away"

I don't want to bring down the mood of the post, but since Una Stubbs died in real life on August 12th, 2021, I made that Mrs. Hudson's in universe death date as well. As sad as this is, she was 84 years old and damn she lived a long life

So in universe she lives long enough to see the dynamic duo become engaged. She lives long enough to see her ship sail

RIP Una Stubbs

I'm definitely stealing this from someone, then again most of these headcanons I'm technically stealing

John goes first with the vows. Sherlock's vision becomes blurry halfway through

Sherlock struggles to get through his part of the vows as he attempts to talk around the sudden emotion building in his throat

Sherlock's wedding vows will include the line "I was so alone and I owe you so much" which gets the tears to come out of hiding as John is reminded of that time, when he'd thought he'd lost Sherlock forever

Sherlock holds John's hand, to ground him and remind him that he hasn't lost him. He's still here

To offset the emotion a little with some humor, another headcanon I'm stealing is that the officiant says Sherlock's full name when they ask him if he takes John as his lawfully wedded husband, because in all of his meticulous wedding planning, Sherlock forgot to tell the officiant not to say his full name

"Do you William Sherlock Scott Holmes, take John Hamish Watson..."

it throws the duo off for a second, but there's no point in fretting over it. The wedding must go on

When it's time to kiss, they are both fully crying. Tears of healing and bliss as they finally reach the moment they've been planning for years. The point that at many points throughout their lives they never thought they'd ever get to see

Sherlock would go out of his way to remove as many of the heteronormative and amatonormative traditions as possible

Even though he's in a romantic relationship, going as far as to get married, he's still greyromantic and can't stand all of the silly traditions

They both take Watson-Holmes as their last name

[heartstringsduet]

Ring Bearer

A/N: Just a funny drabble about a scaly ring bearer to channel it for the wedding.

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“We will not have a lizard be our ring bearer.”

TK pulls out a blue leash from the hanger, one with multiple straps, and holds it up closer to Carlos’ face as if him not seeing it close enough was the problem. “But just imagine how cute it would be to have little Lou II waddle down the aisle, someone holding him on this leash?

"Only you'd call him cute."

Tk frowns. "Not true. The 126 adores him. Nancy called him most handsomest baby in Austin. And I’m sure there’s a way to cutify him further with a tiny flower crown. Not that he'd need it.”

Carlos takes the leash from his fiancés hands and puts it back with a pointed look. “We have a million cute kids in our friend and family circle and you want a lizard to be the ring bearer?” 

Mirroring Carlos' look, TK grabs the leash once again and puts it into the basket Carlos is carrying. “I mean, can we at least think about it?”

With a sigh, Carlos leaves it in but starts walking out of this aisle just in case TK has even more ideas of this kind. “How about Buttercup? Wouldn’t that be cute?”

“Not as adorable as our lizard son.”

"TK, please. We will not have Lou II at our wedding. At all. Sorry, but I'm putting my foot down."

Three weeks later, the little white case with a ring strapped to his back bobs side to side as Lou II walks down the aisle toward them. He's not alone. They have a whole cohort of ring bearers at the ceremony. Jonah is carried on Evie’s hip, and Carlos’ nieces Xenia and Antonina are carried on Izzy’s. One of them holds the leash with Lou II and Buttercup just trots without leash.

It predictably doesn't end well. Lou II walks in the wrong direction right away, Buttercup curiously following him and Nancy has to scoop the lizard up and deposit him on the altar. Paul does his best not to shriek when the bearded dragon is put right in front of him.

TK holds it in for the first few seconds, then laughs until his eyes water. Carlos wipes a tear of his fiancés face. He wipes another one off his husbands face after he slides on the ring he retrieves from Lou II's ring backpack.

He just married a man who talked him into a lizard for a ring bearer. That's love, the kind that needs no leash because it chooses to stay, day after day.

[tealeavesandthorns]

BUT think about how CUTE Barney would be as a ring bearer!

"He'd be adorable but that doesn't negate the fact Gareth doesn't want to get married. If anything he seems to abhor the idea. So let's leave those thoughts there."

[letzterzeuge-archive]

theodore reached down to gently stroke clive's hair, playing with a few strands, a smile constantly on his face. being with the dominant felt like being home. he had become so accustomed to his scent, the warmth and how soft he was despite the fact he showed off his pecs rather shamelessly. clive... didn't really seem to realize and that was quite adorable, too. despite being able to wield all these crazy powers, he was very down to earth and stuck to being a wonderful new cid. sometimes a bit too dedicated, but theo understood. this was beyond important to clive, since he was branded a bearer as well even though the mark was gone.

he had never really asked him about his past. theo was aware that clive was clive rosfield, royalty. how he ended up being branded must have been an awful scheme. he heard a bit about it from the man's companions but he... didn't think he should make clive think about all the things that hurt him and probably made him feel beyond uncomfortable. same applied to the fact clive was so special---wielding different kinds of magic was just one aspect of why he was just that different.

it worried theo, yet he'd never stop his lover.

"i'll always be waiting for you to come back, clive. until that day where i can put a ring on you and call you mine." it didn't have to be official, but theo would love to spend the rest of his life with clive. until they grow old, until he had to say goodbye.

he wouldn't want to let go of the person most important to him, not unless they both lived life to the fullest.

"I crave your touch too. Always." Even if it's just simple affection like this and not sex. Affection is just as good, he relishes in it just as much, when it has been missing from his life for so long.

They don't talk about it much. Clive's not even sure Theo knows he's not just the dominant of fire but Mythos. Able to absorb powers. He doesn't like to talk about Ultima or Mythos when he's with Theo.

"I'll always try to come back to you." He can't promise he won't lose his life in his mission but until then, he will try like hell to get back to Theo every single time. "The bearers are all safe, too. They're here at the hideaway. It will take them some adjustment but I'll help them - I know well how it feels."

[tokillamockingbird427]

I’m assuming you will be able to guess what ship I’m going with. BUTTTT numbers 1,10,12, and 27 the ship thingy. 😂

(If you were unsure about the ship it’s Logan’s sun Keegan lmao)

1) [How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals?]

To wind down before bed they usually watch Tv shows or a movie. Then both of them head to the room. I say that because they don't go down at the same time unless they're both exhausted. Logan actually lays down and Keegan usually reads or does some work before coming to bed. Sometimes Logan is asleep by then, sometimes not.

Logan is an octopus, meaning he just grabs the nearest thing and cuddles it. Keegan finds it very amusing to just pat Logan so he'll grab him (Still completely asleep.) and drag him down to bed.

Some nights are rough. They've both woken up to nightmares several times in the past. The contingency plan is hot coco, cuddles, and in the most dire cases, calling friends for reassurance.

If they do sleep till morning, Keegan is the one to wake up first. He makes coffee and wakes Logan up so he can shower while Keegan makes breakfast. Afterwards they do the dishes together then go out to do whatever the hell they're doing that day. If they can they do lunch together. And obviously at the end of the day they do dinner together.

10) [Who drives? Cooks? Does the handiwork? Cleans? Pays the bills? Handles the public?]

They take turns driving, though more often than not it's Logan. (Flashbacks to the stadium.)

Keegan adores cooking, Logan helps, but the kitchen is pretty much Keegans territory. (*Chanting* Housewife Keegan! Housewife Keegan!)

Both of them suck at sewing/knitting. They outsource it to anyone else, most of the time Hesh or Kick.

Logan is freaky neat, and Keegan would help, but most of the time there's nothing to clean because Logan is a bit of a germaphobe.

Both of them pay the bills. It's not like they can't afford it.

I'm not 100% sure what this last part means, but if someone knocks it's Keegan who answers.

12) [Is there a wedding? What was the proposal like? Any kind of honeymoon?]

Yes I love this. Okay: Small wedding. They keep it to close family, and obviously Logan is a nervous wreck anyways. The ceremony itself is very brief. Hesh walks Logan up, Merrick walke Keegan. Riley is the most adorable ring bearer. They put the rings on each other, kiss, and boom party time bitches!

Logan proposed. He actually did it twice because the first time Keegan said no. The reason being is that Logan didn't do the "Will you marry me?" and more of a "I think this relationship could benefit from the tax cuts, what say ye?" Keegan, being the little princess he is demanded a proper one with the condition being he'd say yes only if it surprised him. He expected it to take a few tries. It did not. Middle of a firefight Logan yoinks out a ring, kneels down, and asks Keegan to marry him. Keegan says no but Logan wins based on a technicality: Keegan was surprised by the timing.

("Will you marry me?!" Explosion "What?! NO!" "AHA! You were surprised! You have to say yes!")

Honeymoon they go out to the Walker cabin. (Elias bought it before shit went to hell and left it to Logan Hesh in his will.) It's up north, Washington state. Logan gets to take Keegan surfing, Keegan teaches Logan how to ice skate, it's a great time.

27) [Do they have kids? Grow old together? Split up?]

They have several kids! (I made a post on this before actually.) Logan's very skittish at the idea at first, but Keegan eventually gets him warmed up to the idea. Lot of kiddos pass through and they're all very cute and happy.

I have no clue what their future might be like. Logan was born in raised to join and serve: he can't see a life outside that. Keegan will probably retire before him and start a vegetable garden or raise chickens in their backyard, maybe both, who knows.

They are ride or die. Literally. The only scenario they "Split up" in is one of them dying.

[weebaloo]

Ya know people write all of these fanfics about Aziraphale and Crowley being married but like what about the actual wedding??! Because they would have the most adorable wedding, it would be in a field in Tadfield, because that's cooler than a church. And Aziraphale would get ready with Shadwell, Madame Tracy and Newt. Well mostly Madame Tracy. She would be so hyped. And he have the most pure white suit, with a slightly off white tie and vest and a white rose on his lapel. Being Aziraphale, he would be there on time, right, hell he'd be early. Well Crowley got Anathema and the Kids to help him get ready. And while getting ready he has a mental breakdown and he's like THIS IS ALL A LIE! AZIRAPHALE DOESNT REALLY LOVE ME!! and Anathema is like oh dear. And Crowley is getting trashed. And Pepper is like You fucking idiot! Everyone is yelling at Crowley and are like OF COURSE HE CARES ABOUT YOU!! AND LOVES YOU! and finally Adam is like that scene in Phineas and Ferb when Phineas yells at Candace to get on the bike. Yeah Adam watching them all be late, and is like GET SOBER AND GET IN THE CAR! and Crowley just gets in the car, no arguments! Crowley drives himself, and Anathema and "Them" there, because like hell he gotta show up in style. And Aziraphale is all dreadfully worried, thinking that either something happened to Crowley or he got cold feet. And Madame Tracy is all reassuring, unlike Shadwell, and Newt is contacting Anathema to figure out what's happening. But they all get there, and Brian and Wensleydale are the flower boys, and Pepper is the ring bearer, and Adam would be Crowley's page. Anathema and Newt got to be Best Man and Maid of Honor. Madame Tracy she'd probably marry them, although it would be funny if Shadwell married them too, so idk about that one. Anyways wedding begins, and haha you see I didn't describe Crowley's outfit, it's because damn at this scene it would be the big moment. Crowley would wear an elegant black tuxedo, with a red vest, and a red tie, but but!! He'd have a train sorta cape thingie, because he's so extra! Now I keep googling this because I wanna see if people understand what I mean, but then I confused myself. So I think he'd do something along the lines of it attaching at the shoulder with either red roses or a demonic broach. And it would trail for yards behind him. And the lining would be red and the outside be black. And Adam and Dog would walk him down the isle, and no he wouldn't wear his glasses, because Adam told him no, and of course he'd have a bouquet of black and red roses. And Aziraphale would be like my dear you're so gorgeous. And Crowley would start crying and be like YoUrE aN aNgEL! Yeah and like Newt would catch the bouquet. I bet Gabriel would show up at some point and be like IS THIS ALLOWED?!?