#no wedding au

[akanemnon]

Kick that cupid to the curb!

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MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[hxllo-hui]

Happy wedding Xie Lian! Ghost city’s here to celebrate

[diushek]

The Shen Yuan who marries Shang Qinghua to give his not-best-friend rights over his health (to visit him in the ICU, for example, or keep him company when he was recovering from complex surgical interventions), and that when they transmigrate, they actually meet too soon in the plot and continue with their visits, companionship, afternoon teas and random walks around.

It is until some other Peak Lord asks about their closeness that Shen Qingqiu, used to that from his old life, just says "Oh, we are married." Just like he would say something natural. Because it is natural for him. He has said it so many times in hospitals and different places that it comes to him almost automatically.

Unfortunately, perhaps too automatic, because suddenly there is a collective GASP among all the Peak Lords who do not understand HOW, WHEN AND WHY???? Shen Qingqiu married Shang Qinghua. SHANG QINGHUA?

Shen Qingqiu wants to hide under a mountain and forget about his mistake. And everyone wants and demands to celebrate the wedding and pay their respects and send red envelopes. The Peak Lord's wedding should be a celebration, not a secret!!!

... Shen Qingqiu can't hit Shang Qinghua this time because it is indeed entirely his fault. Ah fuck.

[nyxaffixed]

What if Narinder accidentally marrried the Lamb

(I have no idea if this has been done already, but i cant stop thinking about this)

In lamb culture, gifting jewelry signifies a relationship between the gifter and the reciever. Depending on where the jewelry is worn, it signifies the type of relationship formed.

Gold given by family is to be strung on the horns, or woven into the wool on the head. These are more permanent and intricate, with larger pieces being passed down family lines. Marriages are usually sealed with a ceremonial exchange of this type of jewelry.

Close friends give things that will be worn on the hands and arms. Small tokens that can be swapped out when friendships come and go.

Tokens from those outside of friends and family are usually charms that can be affixed to staffs and clothing, or placed around the house to be admired from afar.

Those that have been slighted put the respective jewelry affixed to the end of robes and staffs, or tied to the ankles, to metaphorically and physically drag that person through the dirt.

Only lovers exchange jewelry for the neck, and each piece is symbolic. It is tradition to propose with a bell, of which the quality is reflective to the love of the giver. Higher quality bells chime the most beautifully, and have a unique sound.

When The Lamb was given their bell, it was flawless, for it had been handcrafted by a god. When the Red crown was fitted on their head, the marriage was sealed. The Lamb did not protest, for who were they to deny their god? They were executed, engaged, married, and resurrected all in the span of a few mintues; loving their sudden husband came just as quick.

The one who waits was not suprised by his vessel's unflinching devotion to him. He accepted the golden jewelry they showered him with, as offerings were expected. He humored their honeyed compliments and long winded ramblings; they fought harder and worked longer when he'd done so.

The one who waits was completely surprised, when upon their betrayal, he still felt devotion from them. The Lamb still loved their husband, even if Narinder had no idea they've been married for the past 250 years.

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　MARRY HER ANYWAY

chris sturniolo x reader

SUMMARY: Where the triplets and Y/N are going to a friend's wedding and with that a TikTok is recorded and sweet promises are made.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is MY idea and work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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I'm gonna marry her anyway

(Marry that girl) marry her anyway

The muffled beat of Rude by MAGIC! floated through Chris’s bedroom, blending with the soft hum of Y/N’s movements as she stood in front of the large bathroom mirror. The light bounced off the golden hoops she was fastening into her ears, her delicate fingers working quickly. Her dress shimmered faintly under the bright bathroom light, its fabric flowing elegantly around her as she shifted her weight from one bare foot to the other.

She hummed softly to the music, a content smile on her lips as she inspected herself one last time.

From the door that separated the bathroom to the bedroom, Chris leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed, watching her with a fondness that made his chest tighten. His black suit fit him perfectly, but he hadn’t bothered to put on his tie yet, letting it hang lazily around his neck.

The sight of Y/N, so effortlessly beautiful and glowing in the warm bathroom light, made him forget about everything else - like the fact that they were running late.

Unable to resist, he pushed off the doorframe and walked toward her, his footsteps covered in white socks barely audible over the music.

Y/N didn’t notice him until she felt the warm press of his chest against her back, his arms sliding around her waist and pulling her close, interrupting her actions. The fabric of her dress brushed against his exposed forearms - caused by his rolled up sleeves, soft and smooth, tickling his skin.

"Chris." She said, a laugh already in her voice as she glanced at him in the mirror. "We’re going to be late."

"I don’t care." He murmured, his voice low and slightly raspy. He rested his chin on her shoulder for a moment, his eyes locked on her reflection. She looked radiant, her features lit with that subtle glow only she had.

She loved weddings.

His nose brushed against the shell of her ear, the freshly fastened earring cool against his skin. She shivered slightly at the sensation, her breath hitching just a bit. Chris smiled, pressing a soft kiss just behind her ear, where her pulse thrummed steadily beneath her skin.

"Is this new?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His lips ghosted over her neck as he peppered light kisses down to her shoulder and back up again. "You smell different. Good."

"Givenchy." Y/N replied, her voice teasing as her lips curled into a grin. "And stop that, you're going to make me all flustered before the wedding."

Chris chuckled, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against her temple.

"Flustered? Y/N, you’ve got me over here, acting like a lovesick fool. You should see yourself in the mirror. How am I supposed to focus on anything else when you look like this?"

She rolled her eyes playfully, shaking her head as she turned her face slightly to catch his reflection.

"You’re so whipped." She teased, a laugh bubbling out of her as she met his gaze in the mirror.

"I'm whipped." He agreed, tightening his hold on her waist. "Completely. Helplessly. Totally. Do you blame me?" He tilted his head to kiss her cheek, the warmth of his lips lingering on her skin.

Y/N laughed, tilting her head back slightly to look at him directly, with no mirror in the way.

"You’re such a sap." She said, her tone light but affectionate.

"And you're breathtaking." He countered easily, his voice genuine. "So who's really the problem here?"

Their laughter filled the small bathroom, blending with the tail end of MAGIC!'s song. They stayed like that for a moment, basking in each other’s warmth before a loud voice broke through from upstairs.

"Guys!" Nick’s shout echoed up the stairs. "We’re already late, and Matt's threatening to leave without you two! Come on, we need to film the TikTok!"

Chris groaned, his head dropping to Y/N’s shoulder dramatically.

"I'm about to lock the door and tell them we're staying home." He grumbled.

Y/N swatted his arm lightly, pulling away from his hold but giving him a quick kiss on the jaw first.

"You're ridiculous. Let's go before they actually leave us behind."

With one last longing glance, Chris sighed and grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together before bringing it to his mouth, caressing her soft skin with his warm lips.

"Fine."

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The TikTok begins with Nick standing in front of the camera. He reaches out and clicks the record button, taking a moment to adjust his posture. Trying to keep a serious expression, he bows slightly, hands exaggeratedly gesturing to his light grey suit as if he’s presenting himself on a red carpet. He takes a step back, his shiny brown dress shoes scuffing lightly on the hardwood floor.

The background music - Club Penguin's Pizza Parlor tune - adds an ironic charm to it all, giving it a playful vibe despite the formal one.

Chris, standing to the left in the black suit that fits like it was made for him, follows Nick’s lead and backs away from the camera. His Balenciaga belt peeks out as he adjusts his freshly tied tie - Y/N insisted on doing it. His gaze shifts from his brothers to Y/N, who's standing by the stairs.

She looks stunning, her dress an elegant pastel shade of dusty rose with a slight shimmer. The bodice is fitted, embroidered with lace, while the skirt flows gracefully to just above her ankles, giving the look a modern yet timeless vibe. Thin straps hold the dress in place, showing off her collarbones and the delicate gold necklace matching her earrings. On her feet are nude heels with crisscross straps, simple but chic.

She catches Chris’s smirk and raises an eyebrow at him, amused by his antics at trying to look like a 007 agent.

Little did he know that he just looked like a bodyguard.

Chris shifts his attention to his polished black shoes, pretending to inspect them before turning to Matt, who stands beside him. Matt's also dressed in a sharp black suit, but unlike Chris, he’s opted for black sunglasses. He lifts his wrist dramatically to glance at it, as though checking the time on a non-existent watch, his face the picture of mock seriousness, causing Y/N to roll her eyes before pretending to peak at the "time" from above his shoulder.

Chris, also seeming not to be amused by his brother's act, extends a hand toward him. Matt glances at it, playing along for a beat before clasping it in a firm handshake.

Chris turns to Nick, offering him the same handshake. Nick accepts, pulling Chris in slightly before releasing his grip and looking back to the camera. With that done, Chris straightens his suit, smoothing the fabric as if he’s prepping for a mission. His movements are almost exaggerated.

Finally, Chris turns to Y/N. His hand extends toward her, palm up, and fingers curled slightly in invitation. His eyes glimmer with mischief and undeniable affection as he exaggerates the gesture, making it impossible for her to ignore. Y/N hesitates for a moment, a smile playing on her red tinted lips, before placing her hand in his, her manicured nails shining below the cold light.

Chris gently pulls her toward the center, stepping back to make room for her between him and his brothers. Once she’s positioned, he spins her gently, the soft fabric of her dress flaring out briefly with the movement. His gaze follows her every step, his expression one of complete adoration, like he’s seeing her for the first time all over again.

If his eyes could turn into hearts, they would.

Nick, standing to her right, catches the lovestruck look on Chris’s face and rolls his eyes dramatically. The motion is perfectly timed, and the TikTok ends there, freezing the frame on Nick’s mocking reaction and Y/N laughing happily to Chris as the music fades out.

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The soft murmur of the crowd faded into silence as the couple standing at the altar began their vows. The golden light of the late afternoon bathed the wooden room, pouring in through the grand windows, casting an ethereal glow over the scene.

Y/N sat wrapped in Chris’s arms, her back pressed against his chest as they stood near the back of the room, watching the moment unfold like a scene from a romance movie from the 2000's.

The bride’s voice quivered with emotion as she spoke, her words of love and commitment filling the air. Beside her, the groom’s expression was one of pure adoration, his eyes shining as he hung on every syllable. The child holding the rings - a sweet girl with wide green eyes and soft brown curls - stood between them, clutching the tiny velvet pillow with the gold bands resting neatly on top.

Y/N couldn’t tear her gaze away. Her eyes glimmered with unshed tears, her lips curved into a soft, dreamy smile that made her entire face glow. She could feel her heart swelling with every heartfelt word exchanged, and her stomach fluttered as though it had grown wings. The love in the room was almost tangible, surrounding them in its warmth and purity.

Chris tightened his arms around her, his strong, steady frame grounding her between her crazy emotions. His pale cheek rested lightly against her temple, and she felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest behind her. The steady rhythm of his breathing was a comforting anchor.

He noticed how her chest rose and fell more quickly than usual, her breath hitching every so often.

A smile curled on his face as he lowered his head slightly, his lips brushing against the delicate curve of her ear as he spoke, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"You’re glowing, you know that?" He murmured, his words melting into her skin.

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, and she turned her head slightly, meeting his eyes with a shy smile.

"It’s just so beautiful." She whispered back, her voice trembling with emotion. "This is everything."

Chris’s lips quirked into a soft, knowing smile as he pressed a kiss just above her ear, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her hip.

"One day, it’ll be us up there." He murmured, his voice low and full of promises that he couldn't verbalize right now, but Y/N understood perfectly.

Her breath caught, and she blinked up at him, her wide, shining eyes searching his for any hint of teasing. But there was none, only sincerity and a quiet certainty that took her breath away.

Chris leaned closer, his lips brushing against her temple, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

"One day, I’ll be the one standing at the altar, watching you walk down the aisle, looking like the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen." He whispered. "And then we’ll say our vows, exchange our rings... and maybe, if we're lucky, we’ll have a couple of kids holding them for us."

Her heart stuttered, a quiet gasp escaping her lips as she turned fully in his arms, her hands resting against his chest.

"Chris." She whispered, her voice shaky as the tears in her eyes blurred her whole vision.

He cupped her face gently, his thumbs brushing the corner of her eyes.

"I mean it, Y/N." He said softly, his blue eyes steady and unwavering. "You’re it for me. I can’t imagine my life without you. So one day, when we’re ready, we’ll make this dream yours. Ours."

A single tear slipped down her cheek, and Chris caught it with a kiss, his lips warm against her skin.

"You’ll marry me?" She asked, her voice barely audible as her fingers curled into the lapels of his suit.

"One day." He promised, his forehead resting against hers. "And every day after that, I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you the way you deserve. My pretty future bride."

Before she could respond, the sound of applause brought them back to the present moment. The couple at the altar had exchanged rings, their love sealed with a kiss, and the room erupted in celebration.

Y/N turned back toward the altar, leaning back into Chris’s embrace as her heart soared. She rested her head against his chest, his arms tightening around her protectively as they watched the newlyweds bask in the glow of their love.

As the music swelled and laughter filled the air, Y/N knew with absolute certainty that her dream wasn’t just a fantasy anymore, it was her future, and it was standing right there, holding her as if he’d never let go.

(Marry that girl) yeah, no matter what you say

(Marry that girl) and we'll be a family

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Extra - TikTok comments:

"WHY DO THEY LOOK LIKE THEY'RE AUDITIONING FOR MEN IN BLACK??? 💀"

"nick's "bow" is sending me, he really said 007 but make it goofy"

"mission: look hotter than the groom and the bride, and they're succeeding"

"CAN WE TALK ABOUT Y/N?!?! Like, HELLO??? she's glowing. that dress was MADE for her"

"chris looking at Y/N like she painted the stars in the sky. I'm SCREAMING, I NEED THAT RIGHT NOW!"

"chris's eyes literally turn into hearts when he’s with her, I can't 😭"

"they're not even married yet, but I know their wedding is going to break the internet"

"MATT PRETENDING TO CHECK HIS NONEXISTENT WATCH 💀 sir, we see you!!"

"chris straightening his suit before asking for Y/N’s hand... I’m unwell. he’s so dramatic and in love, it’s disgusting (I’m obsessed)"

"chris pulling Y/N into the middle like she’s the main event because she IS"

"who cares about the wedding they’re going to, chris and Y/N ARE the wedding"

"nick's eye roll at the end was SO on brand. he's like 'we get it, Chris, you’re in love, move on' LMAO"

"chris and Y/N are going to make the prettiest married couple, no one can convince me otherwise"

"Nick: suave

Matt: stoic

Chris: Y/N is the love of my life, and I need the world to know."

[acis-arts]

An older drawing that I finally finished + some doodles :3

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A procession of confessions.

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[charlotteking23]

Pairing: Lando Norris x bride! reader

summary: they are getting married and Y/N surprises Lando by having a nap scheduled into their wedding day 🤭

Requested: yes anonymous

Warnings: Lando being horny and first time writing social media au.

You sat outside the balcony taking in the light breeze and sunny weather. On your lap lay your laptop, which overflowed with a million events for your perfect dream wedding.

Looking at all the events, you made space for an hour's nap. You knew that wasn't enough to keep you awake, so you could only count on coffee.

But nonetheless, you were looking forward to getting married to the love of your life Lando.

It was no secret you had both been head over heels for each other especially Lando.

You decide to go inside after looking at all the food you were to serve to the guests.

The apartment was open with a nice large kitchen and a big living room with a TV, covering the walls and shelves were some of Lando's achievements in F1.

You watch as Lando appears on the other side of the living room before giving you a hug.

"Hey, baby...were you working on the wedding?", Lando said before taking the laptop out of your hand and setting it on the table beside him.

"Just some final touches", you shrug before sitting on the couch.

"Can I see", Lando grinned taking the laptop already. You only nodded in response watching him open your laptop.

You watch his green eyes scan over the laptop in concentration, making sure to get every detail about the schedule.

"hmm...Baby what is this hour nap time", Lando pointed at the laptop in confusion.

"Oh Lan, you know how I love my sleep," You said laying down on his lap as he moved the laptop a little so it didn't hurt you.

"Yes baby", he smiled.

"Well, I needed my nap time," You said closing your eyes.

"During our wedding", Lando laughed at the schedule, which only made you annoyed.

You sat up quickly, "Yes Lando, I must have the nap time unless you want me to be cranky". You looked away mad at Lando laughing at you.

"Sorry for laughing, but now you are my baby", Lando smiled but it only confused you.

"What...What do you mean??", you said questioning his weird sentence.

"Because a baby needs nap time so I can call you baby wife", Lando laughed at your mad face.

"It's not funny", you said before grabbing the pillow from behind you and throwing it directly at Lando's face.

Only for him to throw it back at you and that's how the pillow fight started with you and Lando throwing pillows at each other before, breaking out in giggles with you both on the floor tired and a mess of pillows around you.

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yourusername: officially Mrs.Norris 🧡

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Landonorris: My beautiful, amazing baby wife

yourusername: Stop calling me baby wife but I love you>3 Landonorris: Never, Love You too❤

Landonorris: you could beat me up and I'd thank you

Danielriccardo: SIMP 🫵 User1: Stop their so cute

Landonorris: WOOF WOOF

Oscarpiastri: Congratulations, good luck with Lando

Landonorris: I thought we were friends

User2: Can Lando fight

carlossainz55: no he can't Landonorris: stop telling everyone I can't fight Carlos carlossainz55: but it's true mate

User3: I don't want Lando, I want Y/N

User4: I want both

Yourfriend: Congratulations!!

User5: Mother is Mothering

alexandrasaintmleux: Loved being your bridesmaid wishing you both a happy marriage, love you 🩷

Yourusername: love you too 🩷>3 Landonorris: what about me charlesleclerc: 🤔🤔🤔

Kellypiquet: Looking so beautiful, P loved being the flower girl 💐

Yourusername: thank you and P was so cute 🥰

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Landonorris: To my perfect wife, you make my life complete and put up with my bullshit and I cannot wait to love you forever and ever.

And Yes that's a picture of Y/N sleeping on our wedding day ❤️

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Yourusername: Awww Lando WTF is this, I told you that was my nap time. 😴

Landonorris: Hehehehe

Mclaren: Congratulations and Lando leave Y/N alone

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Landonorris: But she's my baby wife

Username6: Ms.Rabbit has fainted

Username7: Ms.Rabbit has fainted again.

Username8: LOVE THE DRESS

Username9: THEY ARE SO CUTE!!!

maxfewtrell: Congratulations Lando so happy to be your best man and prayers for Y/N for being able to deal with Lando.

Landonorris: What do you mean, I am an absolute angel 😇 Username10: LMAO Lando and Max

Charles_leclerc: Congrats Mr and Mrs Norris.

Yourusername: You were only invited because of Alex

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Landonorris: It's okay Charles, Y/N's only jealous of our relationship 👨‍❤️‍👨 Carlossainz55: What about us! Did our relationship mean nothing to you 😭

Username11: Best Couple award goes to the Mr and Mrs Norris

Username12: HOW DOES SHE LOOK SO PERFECT EVEN WHEN SLEEPING!!!

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Yourusername: DJ Norris in the house!!🔥

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landonorris: who is that handsome fellow your kissing, he's looks so fine 🫦

Yourusername: 🙄

charlesleclerc: My eyes, keep it pg there are kids here

maxverstappen1: yeah you 🫵

Username13: how much alcohol was digested for Lando to act like that

danielriccardo: Lando always acts like an idiot Mclaren: I feel bad for Y/N Landonorris: WTF

Landonorris: My baby WIFE looks so hot, my god I want you right now!!

Landonorris: break me, use me, please

Oscarpiastri: Zac said you are banned from using social media

Landonorris: you looked so sexy, baby 🥴

Oscarpiastri: I am scarred for life now Yourusername: look what you did to our poor child charlesleclerc: he's my child, I adopted him Yourusername: Not anymore!! 😒

Username14: Lando is so funny

Username15: And the horniness continuous

francisca.cgomes: Girl you look hot, LUVE YOUU!!

Yourusername: LUVE YOU TOO!!! 🩷

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Landonorris: Don't worry guys I got my phone back from Mclaren 😄. If anyone was wondering Y/N is fine but she passed out in the middle of the road, way past my baby wife's bedtime😴.

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Yourusername: I'm just a girl 🎀

Landonorris: 😒

danielriccardo: Photo creds where?

Username16: Only Y/N would do this

Username17: She's love's her sleep Username16: probably more than Lando

maxverstappen1: I'm surprised Lando can carry Y/N

Landonorris: I am strong 💪 carlossaniz55: sure mate sure

Username18: seeing Lando being made fun of by Carlos and Max is hilarious.

Username19: Y/N passing out on the road was not on my F1 bingo

Username20: it was on mine

Yourusername: I told you to stop calling me baby wife

Landonorris: but it fits you so well 🥺 Yourusername: really are you making that stupid pout again Landonorris: No.....Yes, pleaseeeeeeeeeeee!! Yourusername: Ugh fine 🙄 Landonorris: good because your name is officially Baby Wife Norris 😁

Username21: giggling and kicking my feet seeing how cute they are😊

Username22: I am too single to be here

Landonorris: OH MY GOD

Landonorris: I want her to wrap her legs around my head😫

Mclaren: LANDO, we have a meeting tomorrow about you getting PR trained! Landonorris: oops hehehe 😁

[shirmirart]

kissing and hope they caught us...

[niccolites]

green cliffs: - lessons in mortality. chapter three

highlander!soap x fem!reader. cw dubcon. read here on ao3

You grab the nearest item in Johnny’s room and lob it at his head, which he dodges with an ease that sets off your temper again. It’s a cup and it shatters against the wall, a last gasp of dust that settles into the air.

“You are a right bastard,” you hiss at him, so angry that you shake with it. You had barely been allowed a moment to process what Johnny had announced - without consulting you - before you were being hustled out. Johnny’s arms a firm band around your waist as he brought you to his room, something that had almost set you off in the hallway.

You expect him to get angry at you, the way he did out in the woods. If anything he seems delighted, broad smile as he laughs at you. Dodges your next throw - a book this time - and catches you, sweeps his arms around your waist and hoists you up against him. “Am sorry, a am sorry,” he grins into the curve of your jaw, the hint of teeth before he settles on a smacking kiss as you squirm to get away from him. “A just couldnae contain masel’, I had tae tell ‘em.”

“There’s nothing to tell, what are you talking about?” you snap, thumping your palm against his shoulder to get him to relinquish you. His shoulder is hard underneath his white cotton shirt, firm muscle that flexes as he adjusts his hold on you.

He doesn’t. Just continues to laugh, as if you hadn’t even spoken, eyes sparkling as he seems to be caught up in some other thought. Let's go of you but you can’t go far before he has your head held in his hands. “My father will want a full ceremony, so we can make it official there, Am sorry that I announced it before, a couldn’t help myself.” He nudges his nose against yours, affectionate like he’s allowed to be.

“I don’t understand,” you whisper, a twist in your mouth. You think about your brother, think about how you are going to get back to him. You’re starting to think that maybe you were the one to leave the pitchfork in the hay and guilt curdles in your stomach, another mess for Ian to clean up after you. Johnny’s hands cradle the back of your skull and you think that you are stuck here. Walked into the maw of a lion and were surprised when it bit down and caught you.

“That’s alright, angel, I can sort everything,” Johnny soothes you, but it just raises your hackles more. He nuzzles his face into the size of yours, the bristles of his beard catching on your skin and leaving you feeling raw. He pulls back, just enough to nudge his nose against yours. His mouth is so close to yours, and he seems to realise this, blue eyes going half-lidded as he sways forward.

“Johnny,” you interrupt, and his breath hitches in his chest, a fine tremor running through him as his name sits in your mouth.

“A know, cannae help maself around you,” he admits, leaning back just the smallest amount, a hint of bashfulness that you narrow your eyes at. Like he’s putting it on. “I’ll go speak wae my da, see if we can speed up the wedding, yeah? Then we don’t have to be so nervous.” His eyes shine, as if caught up in a fever dream.

“Johnny, I don’t -” you start, but he gives you another kiss on your cheek and darts away before you can finish what you were about to say.

Maybe that is how he justifies this to himself. If he isn’t here to hear you protest, then maybe that means you aren’t protesting at all. You scowl around his room, wondering how much destruction you can get away with.

It’s messy, which is about what you would expect. An oak table in the corner with a few dishes on it, left behind presumably from the last time he left - you hope. His bed tucked into the corner of the room, rich red sheets, crumpled, as if he had left in a rush. You wander around, drag your hands down the wolf hide thrown over the armchair by the fireplace. Imagine yourself being here, living here. Dig your fingers into dead flesh, the give of fur that has been stripped from a living thing.

His blood is still under your nails. You suddenly decide that you need to be clean, need to be scrubbed down of any traces of the last couple of days and start anew. Maybe Johnny is like an animal, if you stop having his blood on you, he’ll let you go.

There is a metal basin in the corner, but there isn’t any water in it yet. You falter, uncertain as you look down at it. Then square your shoulders. If you were going to convince Johnny to retract his proposal - that was more skipping past proposal and straight into matrimony - you would need to be brave enough to at least ask for warm water.

You poke your head out of the room, trying to catch the eye of anyone wandering. A stout woman is wandering past with a basket on her hip, filled with sheets. You tentatively call out and she turns a questioning look on her face. “Hello, sorry to bother you. Do you know where I can get some water for a bath?”

The woman - grey streaking her hair even crammed into her bonnet - squints at your face for a moment before she glances at the room that you are poking your head out of. “Ah! Johnny’s bride, aren’t ya? Nae bother, lass, I’ll run and get ye some water just now.” She pauses, giving a frown at the general state of you. “I’ll grab ye some clothes as well, poppet, ye look a right state.”

She’s off before you can find the words to let her know that you are not Johnny’s bride. Not that you know to even begin to articulate such a statement. You wonder if you do protest too much, if you would just be forced out of the keep. Told to find your own way home then, if you were happy enough to rudely reject the heir. You know that you are to the west of your home, but the intricacies of the journey are lost on you.

You slink back into Johnny’s room and settle into his armchair, feel the fur of that dead wolf on the back of your neck as you sigh. Stare down the portrait of what must be one of Johnny’s old relatives on his wall.

The older lady is efficient, barely any time has passed before she is back, bustling in with a bucket of water that she sets by the fireplace and starts trying to spark a flame. Mrs Duncan, she introduces herself as she settles down on her haunches with a grunt. “Oh, I can sort that - it’s alright,” you start to say, standing from the armchair and hovering as if ready to take over.

“Nonsense, ye’d likely dae it wrang and then I’d have tae come back and do it fer ye anyway,” she says. The words are harsh, but the manner in which she says them is as if she hadn’t just insulted you. You bristle, beginning to frown. You’re interrupted when she catches sight of the rest of the room. “Ah, look at the state of this. See that boy, absolutely no shame, y’know if he expects a woman to be living here wae him, he cannae be leaving it in a state like this,” she tuts, fire catching finally and she bustles around leaving the fire to warm up the bucket and gathers up any of the dirty dishes that have been left behind.

You twist your mouth, trying to hold back a scowl. Mrs Duncan is gone again anyway, returning with another bucket. There is a constant stream of conversation, even if you aren’t contributing much to it. She has a nephew in the keep, the stablemaster, and apparently he is as messy as Johnny. You hum politely, nodding in the right places.

You jolt back to yourself when she stands you up, the buckets of now steaming water in the basin, reaching behind you to undo your cloak and tossing it at her basket of sheets. “I can do that myself,” you yelp, stumbling away from her as she reaches for the stays on the front of your dress.

Mrs Duncan pauses, watching your wriggle away from her. She looks a moment away from protesting and yanking your dress off anyway, but the mullish look on your face pulls her up short. “No need to be prudish around me, poppet, I’ve seen all sorts in this place. I’m sure you haven’t got anything that would concern me,” she tells you, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I’m not - I just would rather sort myself out,” you manage. Her face doesn’t move. “It’s been a long couple of days, I just would prefer to.” She relents at last, a gust of a sigh before she scoops up her basket and leaves. You are left with firm instructions to leave your ruined dress by the door and put on the new one she brought for you - a pointed pat on the fabric that she has laid on Johnny’s desk.

Alone again, you tip the water into the deep basin, watch the steam wrap up in the air. It catches on your face and sticks, curled into the curve of your cheek and leaving behind the faintest of moisture. You yank your dress off, finally taking stock of it. It is ruined, Mrs Duncan hadn’t been exaggerating. Blood and muck and dirt, the skirt torn at the edges slightly. You hope that Mrs Duncan doesn’t toss it away, it had been your favourite for a while. You wonder if she would notice if you managed to get it cleaned in the bathwater after you were finished. Something tells you that you are unlikely to get away with it.

There’s more water than you’ve ever seen here. Usually, there is a single bucket that you manage to heat up and tip into the basin that you and Ian had been using since you were young. You suppose this is Johnny’s bath, and must be large enough to accommodate him. Deep and forged with a thicker metal than your basin back home.

Standing in your slip, you gnaw on your lip as you watch the door. There is an overwhelming urge to be cleansed. Some sick combination of Johnny and those Englishmen’s blood has seeped through your clothes in some places and have stained your hands, your legs. Your skin crawls with the need to scrub it off. However, the fear of Johnny coming back to his room and finding you naked is enough to give you pause before you jump into his bathtub.

You pause, twisting bare feet on the cold stone of his floor, as if you have created the time in which he will come back in. A few beats pass. If he comes back, which is unlikely, then you will just ignore him, you decide. You tug the filled basin slightly around the corner just in case. Childishly hoping that he may not notice you now at all if he does come back.

Your slip comes off and you sink into the warm water, groaning at the feeling. You dip yourself down fully, suspended in water for a moment before you pop back up, reborn again.

You scrub at yourself with your nails, dig off grime and blood. There’s a hardened piece of animal fat, soaked in a sweet smelling oil that you imagine is Johnny’s soap. You scrub yourself with it, an old version of yourself slicking off and sitting as a filthy film in the water. You dig into your hair next, lather and rinse until your scalp stings.

Perhaps you overindulge. Lie with the rim of the basin digging into the back of your neck and stare at the ceiling for a little too long. You think that the more likely reason is that Johnny is able to sense that you are naked and comes running.

The door opens and you flinch, sinking further into the water. The liquid surges, almost capsizing over the sides at the startled movement. Johnny flies in through the door and stutters to a standstill, almost hurling over himself at the sight of you. Blinks and breathes through his mouth, a faint wheezing noise.

You sink further into the water, cradling yourself as if to hide from his view. “Could you be a gentleman for one minute, and leave so I can get out?” You ask, trying to sound firm, but it comes out as a faint plea that makes you wince. Your plan to ignore him has fled, he commands too much attention, too much of your attention.

He barely seems to hear you, eyes focused on the flesh he can see through the water. As if entranced he stumbles towards the basin, distantly starting to tug his kilt out of the pin at his chest. Slow at first, then faster as his chest starts to heave.

“What - Johnny !” you exclaim as he strips off with an eagerness that almost throws him into a wall before he’s bare and striding towards the basin. He’s all muscle, built with no give in him. There’s hair over his chest, thinning to a line down his belly that has you averting your eyes with a flush. “I can get out -” you start, one hand still trying to cover yourself while the other tries to find some purchase on the edge of the basin.

You’re lifted up by your arms before you can stop him, squealing as he all but jumps into the basin and drags you down on top of him. Water sloshes everywhere, you hear the slam of it on the floor as he gets settled. It rocks around the two of you for a moment before it finally starts to settle.

Flesh squeaks against flesh, your breasts pressed against his chest as he holds you still until he’s sat down, you half-cradled into him. A familiar position, although it irritates you a lot more than it did in the saddle. You wiggle, trying to struggle free but it only makes him groan, hands seeking out the expanse of your back to grip, making you still. “This is inappropriate,” you hiss, feeling something twitch on the soft skin of your belly. Animal panic, the kind that makes you want to buck and kick him away but also freezes you in place.

“You’re the one who’s bare in ma bedroom,” he points out, hefting you further up his torso so that your faces are pressed together before you lean back. He almost goes cross-eyed, trying to take in your face as well as the press of your chest against his. The hair on his chest is wet, flattened down but it still tickles when you shift slightly. Fine but dark, plastered to tan skin. A freckle on his shoulder that catches your attention before you drag it back again.

“I was taking a bath,” you try to justify yourself. He hums in response, smoothing his hands up and down your flank. A hand up your side to glance against the side of your breast which makes him groan. “Johnny, we’re not even married yet - this is so inappropriate.”

He laughs at your scolding, dipping his head to press a kiss to your cheek and then bites at the apple of your cheek. Light, more to feel you jump under his hands more than anything. “We’re no’ swiving,” he points out, nose in the wet of your hair. “We’re promised, a reckon the Father wouldnae look too harshly on us fer getting tae know each other.”

“I would,” you snap.

“Ye look like a water nymph,” he murmurs, half-dazed as if he had been struck. Half the water is out of the basin, leaving your back cooling in the air. He's like a furnace, against your will, you instinctively curl into him, try to keep warm. His hands are grabbing at your back, as if he wants to touch all of you at once.

“Johnny,” you start, trying to get up again. Palms flat on his shoulders, try to use this momentum to force yourself up, but he all but yanks you back down. Your hands barely cover the breadth of his torso, small as they curl into his collar.

He sighs against your temple, a groan trapped in his chest. He bucks against you, forcing you still again and you feel him slide against your belly. “Ah, fuck,” he mutters. “C’mon, c’mon.”

You don’t know who it is that he’s speaking to, feel the kick of his leg as he braces you against himself, the rock of his hips against yours. Flesh and water, feel the lap of it around the curve of your waist. His breath is hot against the skin of your cheek, your scalp, your neck. He digs his fingers into your backside until you flinch and whimper which just makes him moan even hotter against you.

You hold tension in your back until you can’t, a twinge in the muscle. You deflate, let yourself sag into Johnny as pants into your ear. There’s a coil in your belly, has you tucking your head into his collar, waiting it out.

The sight of you giving in must be too much, you feel the same wetness from the forest only this morning, kick out onto your belly. The water likely washes it away, but you feel it like it’s branded you. He whines your name out, sounding pained. The sound of his punched out voice has something in your belly clenching, even as you ignore it.

His hands are still rounding over the curve of your backside, but you let him. Decide to save the energy for something else you will need to argue about. There’s a red scratch hidden in the scratch of his beard. You lift your hand and thumb over it. He hisses slightly, but you feel his cock kick at the feeling. “This from those men?” you ask, voice hushed.

The quiet of your voice seems to catch his attention more than you’re yelling does. Attention stretched to you, catching each word in a tight net. “Aye,” he murmurs, turning his head as much as he can without shifting your thumb from the bolt of his jaw. His eyes are half-lidded, but alert when pointed at you. His hair curls into his forehead, dark and soft looking.

You twist your mouth, study that small scar. There had been a fight in your village once, daggers drawn between two men. One of them had cut the other across the throat, you remember the spray of blood, vicious, like it was escaping. A smooth arc in the air before it landed, the horrible choking that had followed. Blood spraying, gurgling as if it had changed its mind and wanted to stay instead.

One of the men must have had a dirk on him, must have caught this a little before Johnny had dealt with them. You imagine if the Englishmen would have cut your throat in the same way, if your blood would jump out of your throat, or stick close by you, dribble down and stain your skin instead.

You sigh, and drop your hand. Evidence of the hurt Johnny has earned himself is enough to quiet you, leave you ruminating over him. It’s distracting, being naked on top of him, everything that has you reeling at the impropriety of it all. Then, there is the scar on his calf, the cut on his jaw. Marks of hardship. For you.

Johnny nuzzles his nose into the space between your ear and your hair, inhaling loudly. “You use my soap?” he murmurs. You nod and he sighs happily again, you ride the wave of his chest deflating beneath you. “You smell like me.”

Even though you had been the one to use his soap, it’s another branding mark. You’re spared having to make some kind of response, another justification for your behaviour, as a fierce shiver shudders through you. Johnny may be a burning furnace under you, but the water is tepid now, and most of your body is left out of the water to the cool draught in his bedroom. He laughs at you, wrapping his arms around more of you as if to catch your shakes. His chuckle is a boisterous thing, starting in his lungs and bursting out. A nice sound, you imagine, if it didn’t always seem to be at your expense.

“Up we go,” Johnny hums, his hands scooping you out of the water like a messy toddler. Water cascades again but the mess was already there, so you barely give it any notice. Your feet almost slip on the stones but it barely matters with how Johnny won’t let you go.

You cover yourself as best you can with your hands, Johnny frowning at the sight as he holds the towel that you need. You frown back at him, one hand holding your breasts from sight, the other crossing your belly to cover the crux of your thighs. You can’t reach a hand out for your clothes without exposing yourself. Johnny seems to realise this and his fists tighten in the cloth, expectant grin. Open maw.

A heat in your cheeks, but you rationalise that he has already seen most of your body anyway. One hand still holding your chest, the other reaches for the towel. Johnny snaps his arms around you again and lifts you against him, something between a snarl and a laugh as he drops his head to your collarbone. “Can I get dressed, please?” you hiss, cold and irritated.

He presses a harsh kiss to your skin, beard catching and scratching at your skin, amused at your annoyance again. “Aye, my dear,” he smarms, letting you take the towel from him. You dart away, but you think that he lets you, more than capable of crossing the distance with a few strides and yanking you back into him. The towel must be his, large enough to cover yourself from view but also catch the damp of your hair as you tousle it dry.

You glance over your shoulder at him, and find him watching you, eyes suddenly sharp, taking you in. “What is it?” you ask, hiking the towel further up your chest. He’s still naked, dripping water shamelessly on the floor, adding to the mess.

He’s quiet, which immediately sets you on edge. Appraises you, eyes darting between yours, then all over. Silent. His size had been an annoyance, but you suddenly understand how those Englishmen must have felt when he came at them. You’re standing, a drenched cat, in the shadow of something much larger than yourself.

He still hasn’t dressed again, just watches you with water droplets all over his chest. The flex of his waist as he inhales, the twist of muscle there, seeming to flex as your gaze drops there. Everything in reaction to you. You refuse to look any lower, drag your eyes up and frown at his face.

Whatever he sees must satisfy him, because he takes a step forward and cups your face in his hands. You startle at the heat of his palms but he doesn’t let you go anywhere. Leans down and kisses you before you can stop him.

Strange to think that this is the first time that you’ve kissed, everything is out of order. You have only been kissed once, with the butcher’s boy who was a few years older than you, and had been sweaty. He’d tried to put his hands up your skirt and you had pushed him into the dirt and stormed off. You don’t imagine you could do that to Johnny, likely he would drag you down with him.

The sweat has washed off of Johnny, but you barely have any time to discern the press of his lips before they’re opening and you’re gasping, a revelation. His tongue in your mouth, licking into you like you were meant to be tasted. His thumbs on your temples, the span of his fingers cradling your skull. Held in place as he groans and licks further into your mouth.

There has to be something blasphemous about this, something unholy. There’s nothing appropriate about Johnny’s spit spilling into your mouth until it slicks in the gaps between your panting mouths. Spills down your chin as he tilts your head back to reach more of you. His tongue on the back of your teeth, the space between your gums and your teeth. A place that you thought only you knew about.

You’re frozen until you sway into him, head heavy in his hands. He doesn’t seem to require much reciprocation given he’s in your mouth, but you tentatively lick back, try to slide your tongue against his and you almost shy away from how loudly he moans at that.

He pulls back, just enough to seal his lips around your tongue and suck for a moment, eyes heavy on yours. Filthy. He pulls his head back enough to let you catch your breath, but now he just rests his forehead against yours. You blink at him, bleary. His spit, or yours, on your face. His spend on your stomach. Water everywhere else, but it doesn’t cleanse like you thought it would.

“Ma da wants us tae have dinner wae him, tonight,” Johnny murmurs, thumb smearing the spit across your chin. Pupils blown, swallowing up the blue.

“Alright,” you whisper back. He hums in response, as if considering kissing you again. “I should get dressed.”

His eyes flicker back to yours, silent again. His hands bracket your neck now, hands spanning across your collarbone. A beat. Then: “I’ll see if we can get the priest over here in the mornin’.”

You aren’t left any room to argue, before he’s crowding you into another kiss and pulling back with a smack that disturbs you. A string of spit between your mouths that pulls until it breaks. He’s across the room, yanking on his white linen shirt and is out of the door with his kilt held in hand.

You shuffle, uncertain, dripping wet in a strange man’s bedroom. The water spreads over the stone floor, catches in the divots and speeds up. There’s the smallest hole in the mortar, the water spilling towards it.

You drop your towel over the gap and step over the mess to get dressed. If the water wasn’t going to clean you out, you weren’t going to let it escape before you could.

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

🤵GhostJade Wedding WIP! 👰

Y'all been waiting long for this 👀 Sorry for the long wait and hiatus, it's college and life beating me down.

I was watching Say Yes To The Dress on my YouTube recommended and oh my GOD my heart leaped outta my chest. I NEED to draw GhostJade's marriage right NOW ✍️✍️ (Not me squealing while drawing their rings lmao)

Anyway yeah! I'm gonna finish this sooner or later. Might write a fic on it 👁️👄👁️ Hope you like it!

man, Ghost and his mask. ck ck ck.

Pose and dress inspo 👇

Dress is of course gonna be floral, I wanted to take the right one's design, but the the left's color. Because red is usually a no no on a wedding. Jade's deffo going to rock that blue color!

And here's the pose inspo by models for VMAN magazine, issue #21

[poolpvrty]

'Cause me and Lily are together in my dreams And I was wonderin', mister, have you ever seen Pictures of Lily?

A Different Ending. Part 1/4: The Wedding.

Close ups under the cut!

[notherpuppet]

Hey just to be clear, My Deer Nanny is intended to be a QPR relationship between Alastor and Lucifer where I will not be including sex or marriage.

I think I’ve been more thorough with this explanation previously but yeah. I dont want to lead y’all on! It’s queer, but not in the “two people meet and now they’re in love and want to be in monogamous matrimony and do good by their country’s standards”

It’s…well it’s radioapple? Idk it’s not an easy relationship to define. 😂📻🍎

Someone said “ah my favorite situation ship” and that was a pretty good label haha. Radioapple is my fav ship and I made the “my deer nanny” AU to be a domestic Lucifer and Alastor bliss for me.

Like all relationships, their bond develops over time and experiences together. Hopefully this undefinable bond is still interesting to engage with. ♥️

[jellynotbees]

Narinder has gained the Baby Fever trait.

Idea based on tags @krystaldeath left on my post literal months ago that dug their way into my head and haven’t left since

Genuinely this burrowed into my head like a mental time bomb and finally burst out last night

Also if it’s not clear the first one is with pre usurpation Narinder and the second is follower Narinder

[awnrii]

been rewatching a lot of rvb so I had to redraw motorcyclist tex and her 9-5 epic fail church

comparisons below!

damn. do you guys like the halo helmets I think it’s fun

[nyxaffixed]

The lamb has been sending weird offerings lately

All of the offerings as of late have been golden, many found on crusades or purchased from local traders.

One of the offerings stands out; a small bell on a simple golden chain. Narinder remembers seeing it through the crowns eye for many months now. The lamb had been painstakingly crafting this very bell in almost a reverent manner. It had been melted down and reformed countless times, and the quality clearly surpasses the assortment surrounding his servants.

He will let Aym and Baal amuse themselves with the rest. The bell practically drips with devotion, so he will keep it.

It makes such a pleasant sound…..

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