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misc-headcanons · 4 years ago

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Wedding headcanons for the Phantom Thief ladies please? Male pronouns.

Ann

Ann would probably prefer a modern/Western-style wedding over a traditional Japanese one, mainly because she wants a dress over the traditional wedding attire. She'd definitely put her modeling connections to use in order to have her dream dress made by a designer she knows would be perfect for it, as well as the bridesmaid and groomsmen outfits as well.

She has an online collage or uses one of those wedding planner sites, and she puts so much thought into it: the flowers, the cake, the outfits, the invitations, the decorations, etc. She isn’t quite a Bridezilla though! She wants her s/o to tell her what they’d want so they BOTH enjoy their wedding as much as possible.

She orders a slice of each cake she’s considering. And maybe another slice...She’s got a huge sweet tooth and all the flavors taste so good! In fact after the reception, she makes sure to sneak a few slices of leftover wedding cake back to her and her husband’s room to eat together.

She definitely cries happy tears when the big day comes and she sees her fiance at the altar. Thankfully she thought ahead and used tear-proof and water-proof makeup. And thanks to her experience in the Metaverse with her Phantom Thieves outfit she doesn’t even trip once in her heels either!

Makoto

Makoto is a bit conflicted about whether or not she would want a traditional Japanese wedding or a modern one. I think in the end she’d choose a modern wedding but still keep some of the traditional customs: presenting a bouquet to their parents and giving a letter to her mother-in law and father-in law, giving hidekimono to the guests (when the bride and groom give gifts to thank them for their wedding gifts/money), etc.

She stresses way too much over planning everything, so her fiance, sister, and friends all should make sure she remembers to relax and breathe sometimes lol. She just wants everything to go well and her perfectionism just stresses her out a bit.

She insists over and over that she doesn’t want a bachelorette party. Nope. Nope. Not happening...Well...eventually she agrees to it, but it’s definitely not a traditional one. Ann and the other girls insist that she can do whatever she wants and that doesn’t have to include anything “lewd”, so they all have a sleepover at Makoto’s place--she hasn’t ever had one before. They get some food delivered, do face masks, and watch a bunch of her favorite action movies.

Her sister would definitely be her maid of honor, and she can’t help but choke up a little when she walks down the aisle and sees Sae, her fiance, and all of her loved ones smiling at her. Part of her feels like her mom and dad are there too, right next to her as she makes her way to her fiance.

Futaba

I think Futaba would prefer just getting married in the courthouse over a big elaborate wedding. All those people staring at her, having to wear some frilly dress that goes past her legs (what if she trips? Her dexterity stats aren't that high, you know!), all that planning just for one day that's over before you know it...Hmm, then again, she'd enjoy a big cake and lots of other good food. Maybe she'll do a courthouse wedding followed by a reception with Sojiro and her friends at LeBlanc.

She has a wedding that’s way more Western in terms of wedding gifts. Typically Japanese wedding guests are supposed to give money as opposed to gifts, but Futaba declares that their guests can give money or gifts--or both. Most of her items on the registry are figures, video games, and different hardware parts or accessories for her computer (but Sojiro made sure to add some things that were actually practical for a newly married couple moving in together)

Even if it’s a courthouse wedding, she feels nervous the entire time she and her fiance are filling out the paperwork. Her anxiety makes her think that everyone in the room is looking at her, but she manages to make herself feel better by thinking about other things: how much she loves ____, how weird it’ll be to call herself someone’s wife for the first time, how she’s got Sojiro’s curry and a bunch of video games and her best friends to look forward to at LeBlanc…

She doesn’t wear a traditional wedding dress, and instead opts for something that’s pretty casual for getting married. Something like her dress from the masquerade party key visual:

Haru

Much like Makoto, she opts for more traditional customs but a more Western feel to her wedding. For the guests’ hidekimono, she overestimates how much she’s really supposed to give (it’s usually supposed to be worth about 10% of the guest’s gift, but she thinks them coming in and of itself is priceless!) and basically gives everyone about $2000 minimum lol.

Her dress is worth more than most people’s houses and she looks like an actual princess, lol. All of her servants are crying. Most of the people in the venue are crying. She’s practically an angel dressed in all that white!

Everyone outside of the Phantom Thieves is a little confused by her ringbearer being a cat, but Haru wouldn’t have it any other way. Morgana was so honored to participate in such an important way in his student’s wedding, and he couldn’t hold back his feline mewls, cries, and whines when Haru and her spouse shared their kiss after being officially married.

She feels a little sad that her father didn’t live to see her wedding day. Even if he did horrible things and tried to control her life, she can’t bring herself to hate him completely or stop loving him. She hopes that if he exists somewhere beyond the real world and the Metaverse, he’s able to see her and her husband and sees how much she’s grown and how happy she is to marry the man she loves most.

#persona 5 #p5 #persona 5 headcanon #p5 headcanon #futaba #makoto #ann takamaki #ann #futaba sakura #makoto niijima #haru #haru okumura #male s/o #mine

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cordonian-literature · 4 years ago

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The Aftermath - Ch. 29

Outside the Bakery

Summary: Drake tags along with Liam and the kids during the country jamboree. The day after, he has to babysit.

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- Drake -

Since he was worried about Jessica, Drake had decided to skip the fox hunt and spend the day with her. He planned on bringing her to lunch, then a movie, but instead she dragged him to set up the wedding registry. The bridal consultant walked Jessica through her choices while Drake stalled behind. Whenever she asked for his opinion, Drake would just say to choose whatever she wanted.

“Chinois?” she would persist, asking for his opinion when really, he didn’t know what to choose and didn’t care that much. “Or Birds of the Nile? Do say, Drake, I know you must prefer one of the two.”

“You can’t go wrong with either,” the consultant said helpfully. “Both are fun and fancy. And this one is simple, for everyday.”

“It’s fine,” Drake said, his tone more curtly than he intended. Both Jessica and the consultant were blinking up at him, waiting for his decision.

“China—” the consultant started up again, staring down at a plate on display. “The way I like to think of it is that it’s the end-of-day ritual. It’s wine, fun, family, togetherness. It’s a great way to put some permanent style and romance in your marriage.”

Eventually, Jessica made a decision, and they were able to return to Applewood.

But the morning of the country jamboree, she said she had to go back to the capital but promised to attend the Beaumont Bash. Drake wondered what she was leaving for, but didn’t ask her to explain. He knew she must have been emotionally distressed by her father’s passing, even though she never hinted a tear. He kissed her, let her leave, then joined the court on the lawn.

Drake decides to join Liam, who stands with Gabriel and Eleanor. Both children look around the lawn, figuring out what they want to do. Liam spots Drake and waves him over.

“Dad, could we do archery?” Gabriel asks his father.

“Of course,” Liam says. A flash of worry crosses his face as he follows the children across the lawn. “No Jessica today?” Liam asks Drake as the two friends walk side-by-side.

“Nope,” Drake responds. “She’s at the capital. Had something to do.”

“I see,” Liam responds, turning back to the children.

“Where’s Riley?” Drake looks around the lawn for her, wondering what was keeping her occupied. He notices Neville’s son running around the lawn, along with some other children.

“With Countess Hana. Riley spoke with Rashad, who hold her that Hana is hesitant to file for divorce.”

“Do I hold it like this?” Eleanor asks Liam, referring to the bow that was in her hand and too far from her face.

Liam kneels down to the girl and corrects her form, then goes to his son and does the same thing. Once he tells the children how to hold the arrow, he lets them hit the target.

Eleanor’s arrow lands on the ground in front of the target, while Gabriel’s arrow hits the target at an odd angle and lands behind it. The children laugh at each other’s mistakes, and Liam chuckles at them.

They hit a few more shots while Liam observes them, making sure there was no chance of injury.

“Do you think we could all go camping tonight?” Liam asks Drake, his eyes focused on the children. “I can have someone get the supplies together and we can surprise everyone.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“What are you two doing?” Olivia asks, walking up to them.

“Hello to you, too,” Drake greets her.

“Yes, yes. Enjoying the jamboree with your fiancée?”

“She’s not here.”

“She got tired of you? It’s about time.”

“Did you come all the way over here to talk about my love life? If so, I’d like to take a minute to discuss your’s—”

“Alright, you two,” Liam interrupts them. “Duchess, I hope you have news about the investigation?”

Olivia sighs. “No. There were no fingerprints on the painting, nor anywhere in Gabriel’s room.” Her shoulders fall. “I don’t know where else to look. There’s... nothing.”

Liam’s brow furrows, a dark shadow coming over his face. “Let’s not lose hope yet. Keep looking, and let me know if you find anything. And also,” Liam brings her attention back to him. “I think Riley could use your help convincing Countess Hana to divorce the Earl.”

“On it,” Olivia states, then walks towards the two women.

Drake and Liam follow the children around the lawn, watching them enjoy different activities. Liam suggests ring toss to Eleanor, who refuses, saying that she knows she’ll lose.

“Nonsense,” Liam says, then leads them over to the booth.

Her brother grabs three rings, and Eleanor’s shoulders fall.

"Here.” Liam lifts Eleanor over his shoulders, then hands her the rings.

“I feel like a giant!” she cries.

Gabriel lets her go first, and Eleanor throws her ring in a swift arch onto an outer peg. Gabe throws it onto a center peg, and when Eleanor goes again, she hits it onto the outer peg.

When it’s time for Eleanor’s final throw, Gabriel has more points than her. Liam secretly grabs the ring from Eleanor, and throws it onto the center peg. Gabriel looks back at his father and sister suspiciously.

Even though Gabriel won the game, Eleanor still laughed along with her brother and Liam.

They walk around for a few more moments, enjoying the view of colorful booths that had been put up. They reach the entrance of the maze, and Gabriel turns to his father. “Can we do something else?”

“What would you like to do?” Liam asks.

“How about maze-tag?” Drake suggests.

Both kids violently shake their heads. He remembers the time when Eleanor got stuck in the maze, and curses himself for not remembering.

“Can we play soccer again?” Gabriel requests.

“Of course.” Liam leads the group towards the orchard, but one of his guards approaches them and says his attention is needed elsewhere.

Drake says that he’ll keep the kids occupied until Liam gets back, and a servant brings out a soccer ball for them to use.

“Do you guys wanna make teams, or...?” Drake attempts to ask them.

“No,” Gabriel answers. “We can just choose positions and play.”

“I’m fine with that. I’ve played defense.”

“I’m usually midfield.”

“I wanna be goalie!” Eleanor cries.

“Well, Eleanor,” Drake says, focusing on Gabriel and the ball. “Guess I’m defending you.”

“Don’t lose,” the girl demands.

The three of them play for hours, oblivious of the sun falling and the air getting colder. Drake was surprised at how agile Gabriel was, and had to push himself to keep up.

Soon, Liam returns and tells them that it’s time for dinner. The children race towards the tables while Drake and Liam stay back.

“Everything okay?” Drake asks his friend. “You were gone for a while.”

“Yes,” Liam huffs. “Madeleine wished to speak to me.”

“What did she want?”

“She was concerned that the Anointing Ceremony would be held for an heir whose mother is not married to the king, or at least engaged.”

“You’re no closer to proposing?” Drake asks him.

“I’m not too sure. I... I’m waiting for the right moment.”

Relief washes over Drake, but in the next second he feels guilty for it. His feelings for Riley were beginning to fade, and he was engaged to another woman, why was he jealous of his friend?

At the dinner, Drake takes his seat. He sees the children sit with Leo’s kids. Riley, Hana, Maxwell, and Rowan sit near Drake. The court goes quiet when Liam clinks his glass.

“If I may have everyone’s attention, please, I’d like to say a few words before the evening comes to a close. Firstly, I would like to thank all of you for joining us at the country estate, your company has been a pleasure. The next time we meet, it will be the last event of the Social Season. Per tradition, it will be hosted at the distinguished Beaumont House.”

As Maxwell begins to cheer and Liam brings his speech to a close, the court finishes their meals and heads back to the estate.

When Riley stands, Liam offers her his arm. She takes it with a smile, and the two of them lead the group back towards the front of the manor.

As the house comes into view, they see a limo waiting. Riley asks who it’s for, and Liam tells her that it’s waiting for them.

As they get in, Drake quickly convinces Savannah to let Bartie come along. When they’re all in the car, questions are being thrown at Liam.

“I thought we could all enjoy a night under the stars,” he tells them.

After a short drive, they exit onto a campsite. There are tents already up for everyone: Liam, Drake, Riley, Hana, Maxwell, Rowan, Bartie, Gabriel, and Eleanor.

The children rush forward, claiming their tents. Drake goes into his tent, and comes out with a bag of sticks, marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate.

While the kids chase each other around, Drake gets to work starting a fire. He hands everyone sticks and marshmallows. Liam calls the children over and gives them directions on how to make s’mores.

The group sits in silence, watching their marshmallows cook. As a joke, Eleanor lowers her stick into the fire, and her marshmallow comes back up in flames.

“Spicy s’more,” she states. Gabriel and his sister laugh, while Drake takes the stick from her and puts out the fire.

Liam, chuckling, gives Eleanor his own s’more. While she eats it, she watches her brother cook his marshmallow. Once she’s done eating, Eleanor holds out her hand to her brother. “Can I have s’more?”

“Of course you can have s’more s’mores,” Gabriel responds. The children and Maxwell burst out into laughter, clutching their stomachs.

“Did you teach them how to make puns?” Drake asks Riley.

“Nope! Must be in the genes.” She laughs, and Drake rolls his eyes.

Maxwell grabs the group’s attention next, saying that he wanted to tell them a ghost story. The children lean forward, childish fear on their faces. Riley rests her head on Liam’s shoulder as they listen. Hana and Rowan talk quietly.

Drake looks at his group of friends. It had been so long since they were together, that the feeling of companionship felt new. There was peace and comfort, something he hadn’t felt for a long time. He wishes Jessica were here, but allows her to slip from his mind as he retreats into his tent and falls asleep.

...

Upon Liam’s suggestion that they go to Ramsford early, their morning is spent driving through the countryside. When they arrive, Bertrand greets them at the door and servants take their luggage inside.

Before they enter the manor, Liam turns to speak to Maxwell and Drake.

“Do you both think you can watch over the children today?” Liam asks. “I want to take Riley out on a date.”

“Definitely!” Maxwell cries. “Don’t worry about them, we’ve got it covered. You two go have fun!”

Liam thanks them, then goes into the manor. Drake tries to follow, but Maxwell blocks his path.

“What is it, Maxwell?” Drake asks, irritated.

“Okay so I know I told Liam I’d watch over the kids with you, but Rowan and I kinda have a date tonight.”

“Then why’d you say yes?”

“I don’t know!” Maxwell’s shoulders jump up. “I wanna hang out with the baby blossoms, but I also wanna spend time with Rowan! I’d ask Hana to take care of it but her dinner with Rashad is tonight, too.”

Drake pats his friend on the arm. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of the kids.”

“Thank you!” Maxwell cries, then pulls Drake into a hug.

After a few awkward seconds, Maxwell pulls back and rushes into the house.

When it’s time for Liam and Riley to leave, they hug the children goodbye and step out. Maxwell waits a few moments, looking out the window to see if their car had left yet, then links his arm through Rowan’s and heads out the door.

Drake turns to the children, wondering if they’d just go do something or if he had to be with them at all times.

“Is there... anything you guys wanna do?” he asks them.

Eleanor shrugs. Her brother says, “I kinda want ice cream.”

That was doable. Drake ducks into the kitchen and opens the freezer, but finds nothing. He asks a servant if there was any ice cream, but they shake their head.

“Sorry kids,” he says to them once he’s returned to the lobby. “There’s no ice cream.”

“Can we go get some?” Eleanor asks.

Drake thinks a moment. Riley and Liam wouldn’t mind if he brought the kids out, right? “Don’t see why not.”

While the two of them wait in the lobby, Drake asks a servant to get a limo ready for them. Once the driver is outside, Darke leads the kids into the car and they drive off.

He sends Jessica a text, wondering what she was up to:

Hey babe. Got any plans today?

She texts back within a few seconds.

in a movie with some friends. text later xx

When they reach town, Drake tells the driver to stop, and that they could walk the rest of the way to the ice cream store. The driver says that he won’t move from this spot, and the kids lead Drake down the street.

He stops in his tracks when the kids halt in front of a bakery.

“Can we get cupcakes instead?” Eleanor asks.

“You sure?” Drake looks down at Gabriel.

“Please,” the boy says.

Drake shrugs and follows the kids into the store, the smell of freshly baked bread surrounding him. The kids walk towards the display cases, discussing what they wanted.

More and more people walk into the bakery, pushing towards the counter to get their orders. Drake pulls out his phone, wondering if Jessica was free yet. He taps Gabriel on the shoulder and tells them that he would be stepping out, but would keep an eye on them.

Outside the bakery, he watches Gabe and Ella poking at cakes and cookies that caught their eyes. He sees his own reflection in the display window, along with cars and buses on the street behind him. Drake dials Jessica’s number again and brings it to his ear, wanting to figure out if she was out of the movie theater yet.

But just as it was clicking towards voicemail, he notices a deep green sweater in the reflection, sharply contrasting with the pinkish colors of goods in the bakery. In disbelief, Drake turns.

It was Jessica, head down, in a green sweater, huddled arm in arm and whispering with a man Drake recognized — he hadn’t seen the man in what felt like forever, but Drake knew him instantly.

Boris wore the same coat from the day of the Derby. His hair is slightly ruffled, and he has a bag looped over his arm. But the astonishing part was Jessica, who always held Drake’s hand at a slight distance — tugging him along behind her, swinging her arm childishly — was nestled deep and sorrowfully into Boris’ side.

They were waiting for the light, the bus whooshed past. They were too wrapped up in each other to notice Drake.

Boris, who was talking to her quietly, tousled her hair and then turned and pulled her to him and kissed her, a kiss she returned with more tenderness than any kiss she’d ever given Drake.

They were crossing the street. Quickly, Drake turned away. He could see them perfectly well in the window of the bakery. They stopped suddenly, only a few feet away from him.

Jessica was upset. She was talking quietly, in a low voice overflowing with emotion, leaning into Boris wish her cheek pressed against his sleeve as he reached around lovingly to squeeze her arm.

Though Drake couldn’t make out what she was saying, the tone of her voice was too clear. Even in her sadness, her joy in this man — and his joy in her — was undeniable. Any stranger on the street could have recognized it.

As they glided past Drake — looking like two affectionate ghosts in the display window — he saw her reach up to quickly dash a tear from her cheek. Drake found himself blinking in astonishment at the sight: for the first time ever, Jessica was crying.

#trr fanfic #trr drake x oc #drake walker #trr au fanfic #cordonia #liam x mc #the royal romance #the royal romance fanfic #trh

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mymelodyheart · 4 years ago

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Forget Me Not Chapter 30 ~Vows~

Brian escorted Claire down the stairs from the little room to the small hallway of the chapel. The day was mild and clear, and sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows. It was a perfect day for a wedding. The arched doorframe in the foyer was threaded with forget-me-nots and lily-of-the-valley and the air smelled of fresh flowers after a spring rain. The strains of Somewhere Over the Rainbow played on the piano and cello, and the soft murmurs of the wedding guests drifted to where they were stood. For a moment, Claire closed her eyes and sought a distant memory.

"Did yer ma and da have a big fancy wedding like aunt Jocasta?" a thirteen-year-old Jamie asked Claire.

They were sat under a tree sharing a plate of cake, away from the rest of the wedding guests. Ellen's sister had just married her second husband. It was a garden wedding party complete with an eight-piece band, a professional caterer and a wedding planner orchestrating the sumptuous and stylish event.

Pushing her specs up on the bridge of her nose, Claire looked at Jamie thoughtfully. "Uncle Lamb told me they were married in the registry office. He said it was a quick and simple ceremony. My ma didn't even have a wedding dress."

Jamie forked the last piece of cake and offered it to her, and when she shook her head, he ate the remaining morsel. "Hmmm, our ma and da eloped, so they didn't have a fancy wedding either."

She sighed. "I know. One day, when I get married, I would like to wear a pretty white dress and look like a princess. And of course, there would be lots and lots of pretty flowers and three different flavoured cakes. And I want my husband to be my best friend, someone who is not too bothered about my braces."

"Braces or no', ye'd make a pretty bride. And I'm yer best friend, which means ye can marry me."

Claire gasped. "Jamie! Don't be daft! We're like brother and sister, so we can't marry!"

"We're not really brother and sister, Sassenach!" Jamie countered defensively, a frown forming on his forehead. "Trust me, we'll be allowed to marry. Everyone has to marry eventually, so I might as well marry a girl who's not too squirmish about beasties and who likes things I like ... like sports and chips and dips and fishing."

Claire wrinkled her nose. "But beasties and sports are not really romantic. Romance is important in marriage. I know because I've seen it in movies. But before you marry someone, you need to do all the boyfriend-girlfriend stuff. Like going to the movies and sharing popcorn and moonlight strolls."

"Ye mean dates? Aye, of course, but first I would need to save money. All these dating palavers are pricey. Willie told me so," he explained, matter-of-factly as he stood up and offered her his hand. Once upright, he brushed some stray grass from her skirt and tap her on the nose. "I only have 200 quid in my stash, but by the time ye're allowed to go on dates, I should have more. Then I can take ye for icecream and buy ye those frosted lip gloss ye like. Just like on a date."

She eyed him suspiciously. "You're not saying that to be nice, are you?"

"Of course not. What a silly question!"

She twirled a curl in one finger and pondered some more, watching Jamie with interest as he pulled out a tissue from his pocket and wiped a smudge of buttercream from the corner of her mouth. "Alright, then. But you do know, while on a date, ye need to be gentlemanly. That's what women are supposed to like while on a date."

"Aye, of course, I need to work on that," he mumbled, stuffing the used tissue in his pocket and straightening her glasses. After inspecting her thoroughly, he smiled with satisfaction. "There ye go. Come on, let's go. Ma and da will be wondering what we're up to." After grabbing the plate from the ground, he took her hand and pulled her along toward the wedding party.

"And it's a boyfriend's job to take care of his girlfriend."

"Dinna fash, Sassenach, I will try my best to remember."

Brian's gentle pressure on her hand broke her reverie, and Claire turned to look at him. The serene joy in his demeanour calmed the flurry of emotions in her soul and grounded her. "So this is it," he smiled, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Thank you for being there every step of the way, da," she whispered.

"Nothing to thank me for, sweetheart. Ye are a blessing. I thank God every day ye came to our lives. I have had many profound and meaningful experiences in my life, but this moment ...to walk ye down the aisle is a gift I will always treasure and hold close to my heart. I am proud and thankful for the girl I raised to the woman you have become," he said, patting her hand.

"And I am proud to call you, my da."

Before she could catch her breath, Jenny snapped them to attention. "Right, lassies, showtime," Jenny chirped. She turned and cocked her head at her. "Claire bear?"

She nodded with a smile and took a deep breath.

Her bridesmaids were stood in their places, and the ushers waited for Jenny's signal.

As the double doors opened, the background music coming from the piano and cello faded away to be replaced with the soft melody of the song A Thousand Years . Everyone hushed and turned towards the entrance, their cameras poised to capture the moment. One by one, her bridesmaids made their way to the altar, looking graceful and ethereal in their chiffon dresses.

When it was their turn to walk down the aisle, the music ceased, and the sound of a bagpipe echoed the traditional Highland Wedding March, heralding their presence. Everyone stood and held their breaths. The priest was at the front of the altar, clutching the bible in his hands. Flowers were scattered on the runner and adorned the pews. The benches were filled with friends and families, radiating love and awe, and murmuring praises at the sheer beauty of it all.

Claire's tears threatened to spill, and her heart squeezed as the outpouring of love came in waves. It was everything she had envisioned her wedding to be and much, much more. And for a moment, time stood still, and it felt like she was reliving every second she had ever shared with the Fraser family. And that was when she sensed the presence of her parents. She recognised it from the depths of her soul and in her heart, as they began walking down the aisle. The feeling was like being wrapped in a divine cloak, as comfort, happiness, warmth and peace enveloped her. She bowed her head in silent acknowledgement and prayer. Thank you, mum and dad.

When she finally looked up, Jamie's eyes held hers, and everything else became a blur. From thereon, all thoughts were suspended, and all consciousness of her surrounding dissolved. Her sole focus centred on Jamie. Ignoring the ribbing from his older brother, his face broke into a radiant smile, and he placed a hand over his heart. The simple gesture took her breath away, and the tenderness and adoration on his handsome face bestowed her the realisation he was just as overwhelmed.

Dressed like Brian and Willie in a traditional Clan Fraser tartan and formal jacket, he was a vision to behold. The added plaid placed over one shoulder, secured with a brooch only emphasised his massive breadth and staggering height. The sunlight that streamed through the windows created a halo with his unruly coppery locks, and his clean-shaven face made him look like an angel.

As if caught in slow motion, she watched him step forward, feasting at the beautiful figure he presented. She loved the way his eyes crinkled slightly when he smiled, the full sensual curve of his lips and the masculine gracefulness when he moved despite the evident limp. Knowing he truly belonged to her, fulfilled her in a way she had never experienced before and she would take each moment of their time together as a precious gift, never to be taken for granted.

Then he was stood before them, resplendent and striking in his Highland garb.

Brian spoke first.

"My lad, I present to ye, yer bride." Ignoring the formality and custom of a simple handshake, Brian released Claire to hug his son. After a few heartwarming seconds, he pulled away and placed both his hands on Jamie's shoulders and looked at him with emotional intensity. "The day ye asked me for Claire's hand in marriage was the day I finally stopped worrying about who will look after her when I no longer can." Choked with emotion, he kissed Claire on the cheek before taking her hand and placing it over Jamie's. "It's worth bearing in mind that neither of ye will ever be perfect, but together, ye are perfect. Go with God, the both of ye." Then he stepped back to join his teary wife on the bench.

Claire smiled and mouthed I love you to Ellen before refocusing her attention to Jamie. She gazed at him for a while, committing to memory the look on his face. Oblivious to the people around them, she reached out to touch him, but he took her hand and whispered in her ears. "Ye look beautiful, Sassenach but then again, ye are always beautiful in every way. And there doesn't exist a part of you which I don't love. And I want ye to know I'll never forget this day."

"Neither will I, Jamie."

His lips tugged in the corner. "Come now, let's make an honest woman out of ye," he teased, tucking her hand into his arm and guiding her to the altar.

Although it's a known fact that Catholic wedding ceremonies tend to be lengthy, the nuptial mass flew by in a haze, and Claire felt like she was floating in a dream world. The only thing that kept her rooted to that moment was Jamie's hand firmly holding hers. When it was his turn to recite his vows, everything suddenly became clear and sharp. Every nuance, movement, expression and word was carefully stored in her memory vault to treasure forever.

She watched him take out a piece of paper from his sporran with trembling hands. It had been folded numerous times until it was just a mere bundle. Carefully, he unfolded his written vows and stared at it for the longest time. It seemed he was having difficulty reading it. Taking a peek at the paper he held, she knew it was written with great care and thoroughness for he loathed writing with his hand.

Feeling his struggle, she wanted to reassure him that it was alright if he couldn't recite his vows. She understood how weddings could get emotional, and with so many eyes watching, nerves could go awry.

Suddenly, to her surprise, he stuffed the paper back into his sporran and looked up. "Ah bugger it, I'm just going to wing it," he announced. His ears turned pink when everyone laughed. Swiftly remembering where he was, he turned to the priest, looking contrite. "Apologies, father ...I guess I'm a wee bit nervous."

The priest nodded in understanding and gestured for him to carry on.

Taking a step forward, Jamie took her hand in his and gazed into her eyes, allowing her to see every emotion and every feeling he had no words for. "Sassenach, I'm just going to speak from the heart. Painful as it is to admit, I cannae read my own handwriting." He paused for a bit when everyone laughed once more. Clearing his throat, he continued. "I wish I could promise ye the world because I ken ye deserve it. Unfortunately, the world isn't mine to give. But I do promise ye my world and everything in it. It may not be much, but all that I am and all that I have is yers. I wish I could promise smooth sailing, but as ma said, marriage is a lot of hard work, and there will be sacrifices and trials along the way. But what I do promise is to stand by ye and uplift ye, so that we can accomplish more than we could alone and weather the storm together. I wish I could give ye riches and deck ye in jewels, but there's no certainty I will be a rich man one day. What I do promise is a life of abundance, an abundance of my love and support. I can't even promise I'll never hurt ye because even the best of intentions sometimes fall short. What I do promise is to always reach for ye over my pride. Above all, I promise to love ye fiercely in all of your forms, now and forever. And to always know in the deepest part of my soul that no matter what challenges might tear us apart, we will always find our way back to each other."

After Jamie's impassioned speech, there was not a dry eye in the house, and she couldn't care less about ruining her make up. His words and his vows lit up the inner recesses of the soul, touching her heart, knowing full well, the man who stood before her meant every word he uttered. There was a sense of homecoming and completion, but at the same time, a new beginning as he slid the ring over her finger. For a moment, she thought she imagined a stirring in her belly. It was as if their unborn child was celebrating in the blessing of their union. And soon, not long after, they were declared husband and wife to the cheers of their family and friends.

..........

The reception was held in a small spa resort overlooking a lake and spread out over acres of property in rustic beauty. Winding paths encircled the area, and the fields were clothed in colourful wildflowers. The weather held out and the dying sun drenched the fields in golden light and flickering warmth.

The entire wedding was a dream come true, and in such a short time, everyone was able to pull all the stops to make their wedding day possible. Every small detail was a contribution from family and friends, making it all the more special and personal. Not once did she have to worry about any aspect of their wedding, with everyone taking over and impressing upon her that stress could be harmful to her baby.

Midnight drew close, and the DJ announced the last dance. Everyone crammed onto the floor for one final celebration. Exhausted but happy, Claire headed towards the cake display instead.

A warm hand encircled her wrist. She turned and found Jamie staring down at her, his eyes the hues of ocean and sky, gleaming with intensity and mild intoxication. "Dance with me, Sassenach," he said in a low voice. "I ken ye're tired, but after our first dance earlier, I hardly had a chance to be alone with ye."

She smiled and let him lead her out to the dancefloor. Sighing with contentment, she went into his arms and nestled her head against his shoulders. They swayed to the slow strains as they pressed closer together. His breath warmed her cheeks as she inhaled his scent of aftershave, citrus and expensive whisky. A hand caressed her back, sending a tingly pleasure to spread all over her body.

"Thank ye, Sassenach," he whispered against her ears.

Startled, she looked up, and her eyes widened. "For what?"

He smiled. "For making me the happiest man alive. For our baby. For being patient with me. For being ye."

She softened against him, and a sigh escaped from her lips. "Smooth talker," she said teasingly. "Kidding aside, I am one very, very happy bride, thanks to you." Her finger traced a circle on his chest. "And, that speech today was quite impressive. Who would've thought, after all these years I've known you, you are still capable of surprising me? What other secret talents do you have hiding up your sleeves?"

His laugh rumbled from his chest. "Ach, Sassenach, at least I know I can still surprise ye. But I won't reveal all my secrets just yet. I need to keep ye on your toes."

She wrinkled her nose. "Oh, is that so? Well, I have a few of my own I will not be revealing too soon either. Maybe make you work for the gold, right?"

"Dinna mind working hard for the gold but we have a lifetime of discovery ahead of us." He then lowered his voice. "And it starts tonight."

Her heart jumped, and suddenly she was caught up in the promise of his arms holding her close. Before she could dwell further, the slow rhythm of the song built, morphing into a blaring dance that belted out the lyrics that everyone knew by heart.

With a wink, Jamie spun her out of his arms and fell into the steps of a fast dance. He twirled her around the floor with grace, strength and humour, and the rest of the party threw themselves into the music and enjoyed the final pounding beat. Their family and friends surrounded them, stomping their feet and pumping their hands in the air and Claire revelled with laughter at the enthusiastic celebration of love.

It was a good hour before everyone finally left the reception, save for the family. Sliding off her shoes, she sat wearily on a chair. She was joined by Jenny, Geillis, Ian and Willie, each holding a drink. Jamie, Brian and Ellen headed outside saying a few goodbyes to leftover guests, who spoke of moving the party over to the bar.

"Oh, my God! I can't believe ye're married!" Jenny squealed.

"Weel, they were as good as a married couple living together," Geillis chuckled. "Jamie practically lived in the house."

Laughing, Claire took their hands and squeezed them affectionately. "I can't believe I'm married either. Everything was perfect. Everyone made it perfect," she sighed. "I can't tell you how many people have been coming up to me asking who my wedding planner was. They all said they've never seen a wedding so beautiful. They couldn't believe it when I said everyone in the family was the wedding planner."

Willie slapped Ian on the back. "Ye're up next buddy," he grinned cheekily. "Cannae wait for the next stag party."

Jenny let out a breath. "Ye mean, ye cannae wait to have a stripper party."

"Ha! The stripper was Rupert's idea, and our party wasn't as wild as the hens'. Mind, we were all there and saw all of ye shouting at Jamie to strip." Ian said in defence.

All of them laughed. "Oh, it was a wild night, alright," Claire said. "I was the only one who recognised Jamie in his stripper costume. All my hens were too wasted. They all had their beer goggles on."

Geillis groaned. "That was bloody embarrassing ordering Jamie to strip, but let's not talk about that night. Let's talk about today. The wedding was perfection and mind ye, I've been to a lot of fancy weddings but today was so dreamy and romantic."

Claire's eyes welled up. Ever since she became pregnant, she was such a harvest of emotions. "There was so much love from everyone. And everyone's contribution just made it all so special. I have no words," she sniffed.

Jamie's voice rang out. "Uh-oh, here we go. I hope those are happy tears." Jamie pulled Claire from her chair, sat down and settled her on his lap before giving her a noisy kiss on the cheek. "Tired?"

Claire nodded, smiling as she laid her head at the crook of his neck.

Brian and Ellen joined them, holding hands together. "Right, kids we're off. We're getting too old for this. Some of the guests are at the bar, and Murtagh is just about to demonstrate the Highland fling," Brian announced, rocking on his heels. It was quite obvious he had quite a bit to drink. And then he turned to Ellen. "I hope ye remember our room number."

Ellen held up the keys in her hand. "Of course, darling." And then she looked at all of them. "See ye all at the brunch tomorrow. I'll probably check up on the hotel first so I might be a tad late."

Geillis looked at Brian and Ellen thoughtfully. "How do ye do it?" she burst out.

Brian cocked his head. "Do what?"

"Everything!" Geillis replied. "How do ye stay in love while running a hotel and raising kids and stress and life and family? What's the secret?"

Silence fell over the group. Claire sat up on Jamie's lap, Ian rested his chin on Jenny's head, and Willie wrapped his arms around Geillis, all waiting earnestly for the older Frasers' answer.

Ellen looked up at her husband. "Should we tell them the big secret to lifetime bliss?"

Brian grinned. "Aye, why not."

The group held their breath.

Ellen snorted out a laugh. "Sorry to disappoint but there's nae secret. It's a lot of hard work and patience."

"And fights. Lots and lots of arguments. And wrong choices," Brian chuckled as he pulled his wife against him.

"And lots of tears," Ellen added.

"But in the end, it's all worth it," Brian pointed out.

Ellen took her husband's hand in hers. "Dinna fash, ye'll figure it out. Because we did. Come on, darling, let's go."

Then the couple left, leaving them to stare at their retreating figures.

Claire sighed. "Surely, they know the big secret. Why don't they just tell us the real truth?"

There was a lapse of silence before everyone burst into hysterical laughter.

Jenny wiped the tears from her face. "Ma and da are right. There is no big secret. Marriage is a lifetime of many steep learning curves. The best thing ye can do is, hang on tight and enjoy the ride."

"Dinna fash, Sassenach. We already know. And I'm going to make sure we never forget," Jamie said, kissing his new wife. "As long as we have each other, we'll be fine. Come on, let's get ye to bed."

Claire slid her arms around his neck. For a moment, they were lost in each other, alone. Just bride and groom with a brand new life stretching ahead of them. They didn't even notice as the rest of the group left.

And then they kissed for a long time, oblivious to the staffs bustling around them.

..........

Jamie scooped up his new wife into his arms and walked into their bridal suite. He laughed as she squirmed in his arms. "Jamie! I've gained weight. I don't want to be the reason for your back giving way."

He gently put her down in front of the four-poster bed. "Ye're light as a feather, Sassenach. I can carry three times yer size without breaking a sweat." He unbuttoned his shirt and unfastened his sporran, placing them neatly on the armchair.

"Show off!" Momentarily forgetting about his back, her eyes were drawn to the new surrounding. "Oh, what a beautiful room!" she gushed. She bounced twice on the bed to test the firmness of the mattress and giggled. "This room must have cost a fortune." Then she stood up and walked over to the table ladened with a bucket of chilled champagne, a bowl of chocolate-coated strawberries and a vase of wildflowers. "It's a shame I can't drink at my own party."

"It's non-alcoholic fizzy wine, Sassenach." He stood behind her and unclasped her pearl necklace and unpinned her hair, placing the accessories on the table. Then carefully, he unzipped her dress, letting it pool at her feet. "Do you want a glass?"

"Mmm, yes, please." Taking a piece of strawberry with her, she walked away from him in her undergarments to examine the bathroom. "The bathtub is huge enough for ten people," she informed him excitedly.

"Good, then we can take a bath together." Jamie watched her in amusement as she went to explore the living area, complete with television, minibar and an ornate study desk. Quickly, he took the rest of his clothes off and poured the non-alcoholic beverage into the flute glasses. When she came back, her eyes widened, and her skin flushed in awareness as her gaze roamed over his naked body. "Come here," he commanded softly, grinning wickedly at her.

A smile touched her lips as her eyes settled on his erection. "And here I thought you were going to recite poetry on our wedding night."

He laughed low as he watched her openly stare at him. He was delighted at her new confidence even though he knew he could still make her blush. "I think I've created a tease. Ye're torturing me, Sassenach. Now come here and do as ye're told."

Claire's smile was slow and full of promise. Instead of obliging him, she reached back and unclasped her bra and dropped the material on the floor. His breath hitched when she hooked her fingers under the elastic of her panties, dragging the skimpy lace over her hips and thighs and kicking them away from her feet. "If you want me, you have to get me yourself, Mr Fraser," she teased, slowly backing away.

"If that's how ye want to play..." With one swift lunge, he caught her, carried her to bed and dropped her onto the quilt, making her squeal. Laughing, he placed one knee over the mattress and leaned over. His face suddenly turned serious, and he gently stroked her lips with his thumb, teasing the sensitive skin. He dragged in a breath as he gazed at her. "Christ, I'll never tire looking at ye. I can stare at yer face for hours."

She reached out and pulled his head towards her, kissing him with wild abandon. He smiled against her lips, thinking of the first time he taught her how to french kiss. "And I'll never tire of kissing you," she whispered.

He grasped both her wrists and held them above her head with one hand, kissing her deeply as her lips opened to the thrusting motion of his tongue. He cupped the weight of her breasts with the other hand, his thumb tracing a nipple. She arched upward as his mouth moved down her neck, and his knee slid between her legs and opened her for his more intimate touch. "I want ye now, Sassenach. I don't think I can hold on much longer," he muttered under his breath.

She pulled her hands away from his hold and clung to him, wrapping her legs around his hips. "Then take me now and don't be gentle about it."

He pulled away slightly, concern marring his face. "Will the baby be alright if I'm a bit rough?"

She laughed and urged him closer. "I don't think the baby will mind. Now shush and make love to me."

He moved over her and joined his body with hers. Gently at first, he rocked back and forth until her body adjusted to his cock. When she started to moan and flung her head sideways, he pulled back out and slammed inside of her so fast, she convulsed in pleasure against him.

She rode out the climax, whimpering deep in her throat, and hung on as he pounded inside her body until he cried out her name when he reached his peak, never stopping until there was nothing left of either of them.

Spent and exhausted, somehow he managed to roll over. He gathered Claire into his arms and spooned against her, his lips pressed at the nape of her neck. It didn't take long before she relaxed completely in his embrace and fell asleep.

Moonlight beamed through the open window creating shadowy patterns against her pale skin. Carefully, Jamie loosened his hold on her and got out of bed.

For a while, he watched her sleep with a deep peacefulness that made a smile touch his lips. She was curled in a fetal position, one hand tucked under her cheek and her long dark curls fanned out over the pillow. He heard her snore delicately, making him chuckle.

Turning away, Jamie walked to the window and observed the dots of light sprinkling the night skyline. Taking a deep breath, he said a silent prayer, for her and for their unborn child and thanked God for the blessing bestowed upon them on their wedding day.

Their lives were on the brink of change, and he had never been more satisfied with his life. Being with Claire soothed his soul, and with her, he knew he would find the strength to face whatever life throws at them. She was his anchor, his home and his soulmate.

She stirred and murmured in her sleep. Turning away from the window, Jamie walked back to bed and slipped under the covers pulling her close against him. She responded immediately and snuggled closer.

"I love ye so much, Sassenach," he whispered in the dark.

"I love you too, hubby."

He smiled and closed his eyes and allowed sleep to gently embrace him until he was lured into a world of dreams of happily ever after.

THE END

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lassieposting · 5 years ago

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What do you think a Deckerstar proposal/wedding would be like?

Okay so this is potentially(?) controversial, but I don’t necessarily see Deckerstar ever getting married? Like, we all know that the devil is soft on main for Chloe and if he thought marrying him would make her happy, he’d get down on one knee on the spot, but also:

Lucifer:

- Is from a broken home. The first broken home. He watched his parents’ marriage go to shit, saw how they abused and neglected their children and used them against the other parent out of malice and bitterness.

- Doesn’t think he deserves Chloe. Their relationship is still on very fragile ground. They’ve both hurt each other a lot. He’d only just started coming round to the idea that she was okay with him being who he is when he had to go back to Hell, and he’s had a very long time down there to convince himself it wasn’t real. It’s going to take a fair while for them to 1) get used to each other again 2) find firm ground with one another and 3) deal with Lucifer’s self-loathing, abandonment issues and very low self-esteem (to say nothing of Chloe’s own issues with trusting Lucifer). During that period I don’t see him even considering proposing, because he thinks she deserves better. He’s still waiting for her to wake up and realise she’s tired of him, or he’s not good enough for her.

- Has been openly critical of marriage throughout the series. Lucifer’s been pretty clear about how he feels about marriage:

“Monogamy fails again.”

“Desire shouldn’t be contained, it’s not natural. Your husband knew that.”

“If you were truly happy with your husband, you wouldn’t be fantasising about another man, now would you?”

“Well, they got to that ‘till death do us part’ nonsense quickly, didn’t they?”

Chloe was there for a lot of these comments. She knows how he feels about marriage. She knows that he’ll already be making a huge change for her by giving up all his other sexual partners (because let’s be honest, no way in Hell is she going to be happy to share). Jumping into marriage is probably gonna be a bit too much too soon.

- hates God! Marriage in the western world is heavily linked to Christianity and Christian traditions. For Lucifer, who’s been around since the beginning of time and watched all these traditions - many of which are oppressive, possessive and constricting - evolve over time, even a “humanist” wedding might not be distant enough from Daddy Dearest.

And Chloe:

- Never wanted the Big White Wedding. She mentions that she and Dan got married at a registry office in their lunch hour and went straight back to work.

- Didn’t like wedding planning with Pierce. It stressed her out. She didn’t know how to tackle it. She didn’t have a clue what she was doing either - for someone who’s normally so sensible and level-headed, our girl went Full Stupid when it came to wedding planning. Who books a wedding for a few weeks’ time, knowing how much they have to prepare and having never done it before?

- Is barely coping with her crisis of faith as it is. She would 100% do a big spook when it hit her that God would be her father-in-law. Or that marrying Lucifer would make her royalty. Or...any of a hundred things, really.

So...it might happen? I know there’ve been rumours about an S5 wedding. Chloe might wake up one morning with an overwhelming need to be Mrs Morningstar and pop the question, and there’s no way he’d turn her down if that’s what she wanted. Lucifer might assume, from her relationship with Pierce and how quickly she jumped into the deep end, that she’s desperate to get married again, and ask her. But I don’t really see it being a priority for either of them, tbh. Lucifer knows no other woman is going to hold a candle to Chloe, and vice versa. Why would they need a ring and a bit of paper when they’ve got that?

(Personally? I don’t want them getting married.

I love that Lucifer hates kids in general. I love that he thinks marriage is bizarre and pointless. I love that these things have always just been part of his personality, and he’s never been demonized or made out to be a bad person because of them. Usually when I see someone with those opinions - my opinions - on TV, they need to be ‘fixed’ or they’re bad in some way and those traits are used to show that they can’t be trusted.

Chloe’s been married before. She was willing to get married again to Pierce. Lauren German said that if Lucifer proposed, she’d definitely say yes. But I don’t want them to turn around and write Lucifer into your generic marriage-and-babies happy ending when they’ve spent years setting up that that’s just not his thing. So...yeah. Marriage is not part of my headcanon for Deckerstar’s happy ending.)

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Wedding signs and superstitions: what newlyweds should know

The ring is such an ancient piece of jewelry that during its existence it has become overgrown with many beliefs. Some of them have long been forgotten, others-continue to live in human minds even in the progressive XXI century. Until now, with the help of rings, they are guessing, they are charmed for good luck and love, they are cherished as the apple of the eye. And although people claim that they are responsible for their own fate, they do not risk tempting her, especially on such an important day as a wedding.

When is it better to buy wedding rings?

It is better to take care of the purchase of rings in advance, namely 2-3 months before the planned date of registration. First, decide on the design of the ring, and then-with its practicality. The second point is no less important than the first. Often girls fall for products with patterns and stones, but do not take into account the fact that such rings are not intended for daily wear and quickly get dirty.

Any mistake in choosing an engagement ring can become a real problem for you in the future. If the ring will press on the finger, or vice versa hang on it, then the feeling of daily discomfort is provided for you. Another reason to start searching in advance is that if you don’t find the right rings in the store, or if you want to decorate it with an engraving, you will still have time to contact a jeweler. The production time may be delayed, especially if the date of your registration falls on the peak of the wedding season.

Who should buy wedding rings for a wedding?

If you follow the traditions, the purchase of rings is assigned to the man as the future head of the family. For example, in Russia, the groom had to make his own wedding rings. In the United States and Germany, it is the duty of the groom to buy a ring for the bride, the price of which must be equal to twice the size of his salary. In modern realities, this issue is treated more loyally. Often, the groom buys wedding rings together with the bride, so as not to be mistaken in the preferences of the second half. Go to the jewelry store should be in a good mood, do not quarrel and do not argue during the purchase. It is believed that then the symbol of love will be ” charged” for good and peace in the family. Before you go into the house with the purchased rings, say over them: “For a good life, for a faithful family.” This will enhance the positive energy of jewelry. Superstitious people believe that before the wedding, it is better to keep the rings together and in the house where the newlyweds plan to live. There is another sign: jewelry is lowered into a bag of water and hidden in the freezer. It is believed that such a ceremony will bind the newlyweds even more tightly to each other.

What rings to choose for the wedding?

Many of you have probably heard the saying “smooth rings – smooth family life”. It is believed that the appearance of the ring is a prototype of the future family life of the newlyweds. Carvings and carved elements violate the integrity of the marriage, bring disagreements and contradictions into the life of the couple. But engagement rings with diamonds symbolize prosperity and promote well-being in family life. When buying inlaid jewelry, make sure that the mineral is suitable for you. According to astrologers, it is important to take into account your zodiac sign and your birthday stone. Even if you are skeptical about such things, there is always someone who will remind you of this or tell you that the stone is not suitable for you. According to Eastern beliefs, a diamond gives its owner a happy fate and a long life, an emerald protects against dark forces, and a sapphire attracts prosperity to a young family.

Can I give wedding rings to newlyweds?

It is believed that the bride and groom should choose their own wedding rings, then consecrate them in the church and then use them in the wedding. In addition, the ring should completely match you and your preferences. There is hardly anyone who knows you better than you do.

How to consecrate the rings?

According to the church canons, the rings are consecrated in the church during the Saturday service or Sunday evening liturgy. If the couple is married, the ceremony takes place directly during the ceremony. The priest reads the rite of consecration over the rings. The ceremony itself takes no more than 30 minutes. Before the lighting procedure, it is advisable to fast for a few days and read prayers to put your thoughts in order.Consecrated rings are no longer just ornaments. Now it is a symbol of your eternal union before God.

Wedding signs in the registry office

The exchange of rings is one of the most exciting moments during a wedding. The first ring is worn by the groom on the hand of his bride. The process of presenting the ring can be arranged in a different thematic style. Usually, special pads/boxes are used for this, which are given to the registrar before the ceremony begins.Dropping the ring is bad luck. It promises trouble and quarrels in the marriage.Children, brothers, sisters, and nephews can carry the box to the altar. Often such a duty is assigned to a small boy and girl, who are dressed in angel costumes. It is believed that they endow marriage with their pure aura.

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Some keep wedding rings as a family heirloom to pass on to their children/grandchildren. Yes, it is very touching to see how your symbol of love finds its continuation in the Love story of your heirs. However, if you believe the signs, wearing parental engagement rings is not the best idea. It is believed that in such products, all the energy of the family is preserved and the newlyweds will take on all the good and all the bad that their parents had. It is strictly forbidden to wear rings after parents who were seriously ill or died of violent death. It is better to take the product to the church, or keep it away from all jewelry.

Can I wear someone else’s wedding ring?

The ring is a strong talisman that accumulates the energy of its owner.Never let another person take the ring off your finger. Thus, it takes away from you not only material value, but also something more — health, personal happiness, and maybe even a few years of life. Keep your girlfriends asking for your gold ring for a fitting away from it.

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Who should buy wedding rings for a wedding?

What rings to choose for the wedding?

Can I give wedding rings to newlyweds?

How to consecrate the rings?

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Traditions, superstitions and protocol of a wedding

There are many couples who wonder about the traditions, protocol and superstitions around a wedding. Through this article we are going to shed some light on these issues. Although they are popular questions in our society, their meaning is sometimes confused or their origin is completely ignored.

There are many traditions that we all know about the ceremony. For example, regarding the organization of our big day, details of the costumes or the celebration. All of this is still latent in 2018, however, most date back to the Middle Ages .

There are also some superstitions that surround the celebration of marriage and have the most diverse origins and foundations. It is important that you know all of them, either out of curiosity or to take it into account on the day of your link. Take good note!

Popular beliefs dating back to the Middle Ages

The most deeply-rooted popular belief dates back to the superstitious middle Ages. We refer to using “something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue” on D-day:

– Something old. It symbolized the bride’s connection to her past and represented the continuity of her marriage. It used to be some jewel of the family. You can ask for this garment or object from a deep-rooted relative.

– Something Borrowed. He was referring to the belief that happiness could be attracted by using something from a friend who was happy. The borrowed symbolized friendship, obtaining happiness on loan (it used to be a jewel or simply a handkerchief).

– Something blue. That color represented the fidelity of the contracting parties. It used to be the garter on the bride’s leg.

In superstitious towns of the middle Ages, the night before the wedding had to be spent each at home or at the home of their respective parents. This even if the couple already lived in the same address

Since ancient times, to ward off evil spirits it is customary to make very loud noises. This custom is still present in some Western countries. Sometimes the bride and groom will honk their car horn and make a lot of noise.

The tradition of throwing rice or other grains after the ceremony in the church represented, the offspring. Something that we continue to see in our days very frequently.

The importance of clothing and details

We are going to review some traditions, superstitions and protocol related to the nuptial act.

First of all there are some issues related to clothing. For example, the groom and the bride must have a coin in their respective shoes to attract good fortune.

Does that sound familiar to you that the groom cannot see the bride or her dress before the ceremony? It is popularly believed that if the couple breaks this tradition, the marriage will not come to fruition.

Last but not least, it is believed that the groom should wear the perfect tie. Wearing it crooked means that you will be unfaithful to the bride. And nobody wants that bad start, right?

The color of the wedding dress

A very important symbolic issue is the bride’s dress. In Europe and throughout much of the world, white is the most appropriate color. Originally, it symbolized economic power and social status. This was because obtaining a white dress with the qualities of this outfit was worth a lot of money and was not easy to obtain. Curious, right?

Another fact that you may not know is that yellow, which is common in many countries such as the United States and England, is identified with the god of love and abundance. And the red one? It symbolizes that the bride is not a virgin.

There is nothing written about colors, but it is true that black is a not very recommended color. It is traditionally used as a mourning garment. However, this popular belief is invalidated in links of the “gothic” or even thematic type, since in color it fits well with the style of this subculture.

The headdress

The tradition of the bride wearing a headdress on her wedding day comes because in ancient times it was customary for women to wear a garland of flowers .

Some brides opt for tiaras or crowns, a tradition that comes from the use that royalty made of them. Its use served to distinguish the queens or princesses.

The veil

Originally, the bride wore the veil as a symbol of youth . Catholic brides use the veil as a symbol of purity . Because of this, sometimes the bride chooses it in two layers. The objective is to arrive at the altar in a veiled manner and for the groom to reveal it when it is handed over to him by his father or a close relative if he has died (such as a grandfather).

In Western culture it is customary for the bride’s veil and dress to be white, but this has not always been the case. In some places the colors yellow, blue and black have been used for the veil in honor of some people or gods:

The bride’s handkerchief

In ancient times, European farmers believed that tears at a wedding represented good luck and that it would cause it to rain heavily on the fields. Years later, the belief was maintained that if the bride cried on her wedding day, she would not cry again for her entire life.

The bouquet

Flowers represent emotions and merit. They carry a message of fertility, flourishing and generosity. Superstition says that the lucky one who catches the bride’s bouquet will be lucky and will be the next to marry.

The Red carpet

The red carpet that is placed in the church at the entrance of the procession represents honor and respect. The petals that the pages fan, opening the way for the bride, symbolize a sweet and full future.

Bridesmaid

Most of the religions in the world within their ritual practices of the wedding ceremony include the figure of the maid of honor. A girl (generally under 12 years old) with a direct blood link from the bride , who is in charge of opening the entourage and accompanying her to the altar . On some occasions she is accompanied by a page.

Generally, when there is no girl in the bride’s family who meets these characteristics, another girl is resorted to more distant in the level of consanguinity or simply an infant outside the family.

The Wedding March

The Bridal March is a hymn that is traditionally played when the bride enters the ceremony site . Its use is widely spread in Western countries.

The author of the Wedding March was Felix Mendelssohn and the play is part of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, written in 1826 from the homonymous play

The one composed by Mozart, who appears, can also be used as a wedding march . Although it is very rare, many grooms prefer it for their celebration due to the more cheerful nature of its melody. On the other hand, the very fact that it is less frequent is an incentive that attracts more than a few couples.

The request for a hand

The request of hand has its origin in the consent that the brides of his father needed to be able to contract marriage. Somehow the daughter’s marriage was ‘negotiated’ or ‘arranged’. At present, although we go through this formality, it is only an act of a family nature without any other type of claim or request for permission.

The meeting takes place at the home of the bride’s parents. According to the protocol, they are the ones who have to bear the organization and expenses, if any. It is a tradition that the groom sends that same morning a bouquet of white flowers to the bride.

Although the main reason, at present, for the request for a hand is the mutual knowledge of the families, there is a tradition that is the exchange of gifts between the couple. Now, only the bride and groom give each other gifts. No gift of any kind should be made by parents or siblings. The traditional gift for the bride usually consists of a ring with a small (or large, if possible) brilliant or any other type of ring. The usual gift for the groom is usually a good watch, although there are other less traditional possibilities such as cufflinks or an elegant tie pin.

The Catholic religious ceremony

The first person to arrive at church should be the groom. When the bride arrives (who will have been helped to dress by her mother and sisters), she will be escorted from her home to the church by her closest male relative (usually the father) and will start the way to the altar while the march begins to sound nuptial. The procession will be opened by the maid of honor and the page, followed by the bride on the father’s arm.

As a general principle, men give the Left arm. The exception occurs in the case of military personnel, because they carry their saber on the left. If one of the parents is military, the other will do the same and offer the right arm as well.

The tradition that the bride is to the left of the groom is due to the barbarian bride and groom placing their kidnapped partner on the left. In this way, his right hand (with which he wielded the sword) was free to act in case of attack.

During the bride and groom’s parade in the church, all the guests must stand up and direct their gaze towards the bride and groom. The bride will advance toward the altar to the beat of the wedding march.

Upon reaching the altar, where four seats with their corresponding kneelers will have been placed (there may be variations), the groom takes the bride and places her on his left. The father stands to the groom’s right and the groom’s mother to the bride’s left.

During the liturgy, the importance of Christian marriage , its purposes, etc., is expressed . It basically consists of the reading of a text and the preaching of the homily .

Validation of marriage

Immediately after the celebration of the wedding, the parish priest must register the link in the ” Marriage Book ” of his parish registry, where the names of the spouses, witnesses, the place and date of the celebration and any other information will be recorded. serve as useful and complementary information.

The priest will deliver to the newlyweds the ecclesiastical certification with the data required for their registration in the Civil Registry , and in any case, within a period of 5 days, he will transmit the certificate of the canonical marriage to his manager for timely registration, in the assumption that this had not already been carried out at the request of the interested parties.

Therefore, a marriage celebrated in accordance with the norms of canon law produces full civil effects from the moment of its celebration. However, for their full recognition, their registration in the Civil Registry is required. This will be practiced by the spouses with the certification that the priest gives him or by sending said certificate that he must make in the Registry within 5 days.

The act of signing the registry puts an end to the wedding ceremony.

Next, the spouses walk slowly out of the Church as the wedding march sounds again. The groom offers his left arm to the bride, both beginning to walk down the aisle towards the exit, smiling at the assembled (but without waving and without speaking to them). In the most usual case of being the godparents, the newlyweds are followed by the father of the bride, giving his arm to the mother of the groom, and the father of the groom giving his arm to the mother of the bride. Until the end of the exit parade, guests should not leave the church. At the time, the correct thing is that they do it through the side aisles and not through the central one.

After the inevitable rain of rice at the exit of the temple and after receiving the congratulations of those present, the newlyweds will go to their car and will be the first to leave the place.

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