#ooooohh to be married to him...

[scary-monsters]

every single time i see a sudoku meme i just think of diego 💀 there's something so charming abt the mental image of him as a middle-aged man poring over an evil level sudoku puzzle while he sips on a cup of coffee, his eyebrows knitted together as he's deep in thought... truthfully i think his vision is very good but for the sake of this scenario maybe he has reading glasses too... it's SO CUTE

[honestreviewsblog]

Romeo + Juliet

People who often say 'If only Romeo stopped for a moment and think before he unalived himself, none of the tragedy would've happened' clearly do not know Romeo. Did he ever stopped for a moment and think before he went to the party held at the Capulet's (their mortal enemy helloo???) just to catch a glimpse of Rosaline? Did he ever stopped for a moment and think before he asked the Friar to marry him and Juliet the very next day after the balcony scene? Did he ever stopped for a moment and think before he killed Tybalt in a fit of rage? No! This little sht never stops to think before he does some sht.

Anyway I just wanna say I was surprised that I liked this version enough to watch it all the way through (lol). The modern-artistic route was a bold choice and it was definitely a whole different experience. I think I've never understood the depth of the characters as much as I did now. Probably because from the versions I've watched before (with Olivia Hussey, etc.) I was seeing them with immense romanticism. I blame it on the setting and the vibe—everything feels so distant and fantasy-esque. While in this version, everything feels so real, even if it was far from realistic (I mean?? Who speaks in Shakespearean in modern times?) even so the characters still feel like you can relate to what they're going through.

I think 'Romeo and Juliet' gets such bad rep because people always boil it down to two hrny teenagers who are crazy about love to a point of unaliving themselves and a Friar who tolerated their nonsense. But upon closer look you realize that the Friar's actions, though some might think is questionable, were rooted from good intentions which stems from wanting peace between the two opposing families. I think the movie was amazing at emphasizing this part (the Cs and Ms felt like two mafia/gangster families who always caused trouble and always tried to kill each other). If you have people constantly trying to kill each other around your neighborhood and figured out a way to stop it, wouldn't you want to step in? And if the solution was love, even if it's from two hrny teenagers, wouldn't you just want to have a little bit of faith?

I have a feeling I'd think about this version a lot. The cinematography was amazing, and ooOoohh the theatrics, every single scene just screams DRAMA which is the heart and soul of any Shakespearean play. The ending was fantastic, that scene with all the candles?? Romeo and Juliet both dying at the altar?? In the very same church they married into?? PEAK CINEMA.

[devotedtosadpoetry]

every now and then i remember friends on the other side from princess and the frog exists and i have to go to listen to it or watch it and appreciate it AND LET ME TELL YOU WHYYYYY

the instruments perfectly match every vibe they got going on— Dr. Facilier is a slippery eel and the horns slide up and down with him, and when he leads them into his parlor the horns start hopping with him, bouncing and giddy for what’s about to come. when he talks about voodoo you got some funky instrument that almost sounds like it’s going “ooooohh!!” when he’s talking to the prince and his life you hear another horn that sounds like the trumpet you hear to announce the royal is coming and you should bow. the music sounds so hopeful yet mysterious when he holds out his hands to them, then is immediately interrupted by the BUMBUMBUMBUMBUMS WHICH IS THE MOST DELICIOUS VIBE SWITCH IN EXISTENCE and the whole time it sounds like a sweet Louisiana song

the lyrics DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE LYRICS okay okay okay Dr. Facilier got that sweet charm, the lyrics must match his speech patterns which is why he says “you need to marry a lil’ honey whose daddy got dough” AND DID YOU HEAR THAT SOUND????? “marry a lil’ honey” that sweet eeee sound from the y’s and then the d’s in “daddy got dough” IS DELICIOUS that’s such a good line

BUT THE BEST LINE THEY SAVE AT THE END like this entire time he’s talking about his friends on the other side, which you know aren’t his actual friends as soon as he says “i hope you’re satisfied, but if you ain’t don’t blame me, you can blame my friends on the other side” is such a sick end BUT THEN THEY GO EVEN FURTHER WITH THE BACKUP SINGERS just belting “you got what you wanted but you lost what you had” ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEEE SCREEEEEEEEE ending the song with a “hush” is such a sweet notion like he’s saying to not tell anyone what happened in here.

the genius of the vibes make me drool. neon lighting for villains always makes me kick my legs like a little girl it brings SO MUCH JOY. his parlor is full of so much detail, and LET ME TELL YOU THISSSS: often in villain songs they have their minions sing back at them (think be prepared or in the dark of the night or savages) but it’s just dr facilier out here by himself. so what do you do? have the voodoo chilling with him join in on it, then go ham when the lighting changes to bright neon.

it’s like another world inside that parlor, and it’s a genius song for a genius villain: dr. facilier has a sick design, being tall and lanky he TOWERS over everyone, not only that, but he has a shadow that moves on its own and is at his service. his walking stick makes an excellent prop for him to flip around and make dramatic motions.

they do him justice by giving him a SICK DEATH literally those friends on the other side betraying him and sliding him down to hell by HIS SHADOW WAAHHHHHH

and pulling it all together is the divine voice of Keith David. his voice was made for this role. so charming, easily draws you into that parlor then turns dark and slippery and slimy and harsh ready to take your soul for his own to feed to his friends like WAHHHHHHHH so so so so good and forever my favorite disney villain.

[strscrossed]

Ooooohh if mikasa knew he was married it would be so much harder for him to pursue her after their first time together

i think she'd know that he's separated from his wife at that point and also because he's made so many angry lawyer calls trying to get this divorce to happen but lara keeps filing a motion to dismiss divorce and begs for reconciliation. the other thing is that willy has the judges in his pocket too and he is not letting eren get out of this.

and mikasa has been cheated on so she's hesitant but she's falling in love with him so she gives into her feelings but yes it's a lot harder. but she still does it. yes she's sleeping with a married man and what's even worse is that eren doesn't hide how he feels about her either, he drives her places and drops her off home, spends the night at her place, etc.

[mirai1269]

Yandere Shenanigans: Adventures of Little Bro

Leaked Plot (part 2)

The next day of school was filled with nothing but torture. Not only was his brother missing, and his brother in law dead, but his classmates and teachers were pestering for him left and right about the incident.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“Oh my God! What happened! I heard there was a murder and a kidnapping at your house!”

“Are you feeling alright? Do you need to go outside the classroom?”

“Do you know who the murderer was?”

He was just so tired, did these a*sholes ever learn to shut up! He should have skipped school that day. He just wanted his brother back, married or not. Since he couldn’t stay at home due to a police investigation going on, he had to stay at Jon’s place until the police interrogation ended. Although he liked Jon, today wore him down so much that any joy he would have felt staying over was numbed by the incident.

He looked over at the pink strands of hair in his hand that should have been turned into the police, but why should he give them the luxury of capturing Leon when he could have his revenge.

Knock Knock Knock “You wanna talk? Moria and I are here if you need anything.” Jon said from behind the door.

“… I’m alright, thanks though.”

He wasn’t alright, in fact, he felt like he was being swallowed by his own rage and desire for revenge. Why the hell is Leon doing this?! Didn’t he say that he was happy with whoever his brother chose?! What a f*cking lie! Bullsh*t!

His bag fell over the bed, interrupting his thoughts, and out fell Big Bro’s phone. He forgot that he also collected this before the police investigation. When he turned it on, he saw a bunch of messages and voice calls from Leon. He immediatly scowled at them, but this could be important on tracking him down. Maybe he could save his brother before he has to resort to resetting time.

The first few messages had no title or context for calling, but the last few messages were the ones that sparked his interests.

“Dear, please pick up, I’m not calling because I’m jealous I promise!”

“Come outside your house right now! Please call your brother and tell him to meet us outside!”

“Please pick up, I have something really important to say, you are in danger.”

“You’re not safe with him.”

Not jealous? Call your brother? Meet outside? Not safe?! What the hell does any of this mean?! Was Leon also planning to kidnap him as well? Why did he say he wasn’t safe with Vincent?! He speculated that he was just jealous about winning his heart, but the thought that maybe Vincent could have planned something. He hated Vincent, he’ll admit, but why would he need to do something to his brother when he had everything that he wanted?!

“The best way to keep a rabbit from being eaten by wolves is to keep it at home, right?”

Huh?! Why did that random memory of Vincent’s voice suddenly pop up? It wasn’t even important because he doesn’t even remember when or where he said that, right? Maybe Vincent did have plans to- oww

As much as he wanted to piece together that was going on, couldn’t think about this any further tonight due to headaches. He already had an ibuprofen pill he was waiting on to ease the pain. As he layed in bed waiting to sleep, he thought about his plans for tomorrow to track Leon down, and there was only one person who he knew who would be able to help.

Reme

Ooooohh! The plot's plotting! I have a theory, but I'm keeping it to myself for now.

I love this!

[captainpulisic]

ohhhhhh she’s done it again 🧎‍♀️ the two good things to come out of flopadelphia: abbott elementary and YOU (notice how there’s a certain team missing from here)

jokes aside, this is one of the softest things i’ve ever read :’) i, too, would love to spend my day leaving kisses all over his face.

“they can have my dimples, but I hope they have your brains” idk but this rewired something in my brain fr !!! you really did that for us academic girlies OOOOOHH and him beaming over the idea of marrying you and having kids and just making a life w you 😭😭 it was too good.

p.s my villain origin story is that these are always less than 1 k 🙄🙄 I need 25 k fics from your talented mind, molly !!!!

My Favorite Part of You

— a fluffy Mason Mount Blurb

Word count: ~700

Warnings: brief mention of Mason’s 🍆 but otherwise, it’s just v v soft

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“Someone commented on my Insta post that I have a tiny waist and big bum.”

You brought your head up from Mason’s neck and couldn’t help but giggle. After a nice long cuddle with your boyfriend, safely tucked in his arms, you couldn’t say that you expected him to bring that up. He’d been gone a few weeks for international break, and neither of you wanted to leave the couch once he arrived back home this morning. You opted to have a lazy day instead, deciding to order in food later and watch a few movies. But one of your favorite things about him was that, in front of you, he could say anything that popped into that pretty little head of his. Those adorable, albeit random, comments made him so endearing. You couldn’t help but love him more every time.

“I’d say they’re right baby,” you started, trying to stifle in another laugh, “even Kim K would be jealous.”

Now, it was Mase’s turn to hide his face in your neck, feeling the warmth of his face flushing and his wide grin.

“As much as I love it though,” you continued, scratching his scalp the way he loved, “I love another part of you even more.”

“It’s my dick isn’t it—”

“Oh, hush it!” You couldn’t help but giggle again, trying to stay serious, but failing miserably with his cheeky comment. Mase brought up his face this time and chuckled at your flustered state. “Let me finish,” you continued after your laughter died down, softly pinching his shoulder as a warning.

You cupped his face and tilted his head so his eyes could meet yours. God, he was perfect, from the freckles sprinkled around his nose and cheeks, the crinkles around his gorgeous brown eyes, his soft pink lips. He was still grinning from his remark earlier, and you couldn’t help but quickly peck the little part of his face you’ve loved since the day you both met.

“I love this dimple right here, on your left cheek” you said, kissing it again. You noticed his cheeks going all red, smiling even wider than before, and his dimple more pronounced.

“Really?” He said, his eyes softening, “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“It pops out when you’re happy, and I just love seeing you happy,” you mumbled. You hesitated continuing, but you knew you could say anything to him. He wouldn’t judge you at all—he’s proven that countless times already. “I hope our kids one day have your dimples too,” you uttered, hiding your face in his chest.

Mason’s eyes went wide and he froze. Once he came to his senses, though, he brought his arms around you again, squeezing you tight. He knew you could feel his heart picking up with your head on his chest, but he didn’t care. While you both were past the “I love you” stage, you hadn’t discussed kids yet. So the fact you mentioned having some with him made him love you more, and he didn’t think that was possible before.

“They can have my dimples, but I hope they have your brains.”

“Deal. But I also want them to have your big brown eyes. That might be my second favorite part of you,” you said, smiling up at him.

Mason squeezed you tighter. “Just admit it, you want a little clone of me, don’t you, love?” He teased. He relished the soft laugh you let out.

“You’re saying that like it’s a bad thing, baby. I’ll have a mini you to hang out with when you’re gone for weeks at a time. I love the sound of that.” You brought your hand under his shirt, feeling his warm skin underneath. “But anyways, we’ll talk logistics another time. I kinda want a little something on my left ring finger before I get too excited.”

You couldn’t see Mason’s smile from the way you were lying down on him, but he was beaming. All he’d been dreaming about these past few weeks since admitting his love for you was marrying you and starting a family one day. This little unexpected conversation gave him hope, and he was relieved you felt the same way as him. He peppered a few kisses at the top of your head, suddenly feeling all giddy.

“Don’t worry, angel. Your left ring finger won’t be bare for long, I can promise you that.”

———

Soooo I’m physically incapable of writing anything more than 1k words 🌚 but I hope this makes at least one of you smile 🫶🏼 As always, feedback, reblogs, and likes are so so appreciated :)

[sixtypackofcrayola]

Ooooohh❤️❤️❤️ Lovesick Monkey King and Maquace are adorable!! Can we have MK, RedSon and Nezha affected by a love potion too?? Pretty please🙏🙏

well since ya asked so nicely

✰ LOVESICK (Part 2) ✰

Fandom; LEGO Monkie Kid Character List; MK, Red Son, Nezha Genre(s); big helping of Fluff for ya Pronouns; None used for Reader TW/CW; None

A/N; you can read lovesick for macaque and wukong here if ya like + i dont think nezha can get any kinda sick but its ok :smile:

🌷

-I think Nezha would realize what’s going on and try to fight the effects for a bit, but inevitably he’s done for  -And once they are completely under the effects, they’re like a mix of Wukong’s clingyness and Macaque’s nonstop flirting -Ik I say this a lot, but ohu boy -Nezha isn’t usually super touchy, but once you come around/he sees you he is all over you. Craves their partner’s touch even more, loves feeling you close to him, holding your hands or face -Put your arms around his waist they will internally lose it -They’ll gently take your hand and kiss it n call you prince/princess -He’s oddly poetic with his words sometimes when he flirts with you, expect a bit of flowery language  -Suddenly very forward but also easy to fluster so keep that in mind -Smoother tone, speaks a bit softer  -Again, expect flowers -A little more protective, kinda looms behind you. If you two happened to be in public with them disguised, they wouldn’t give anyone you talk to a dirty look per-say, but there’s definitely this aura. Not inherently scary, but enough to make someone slightly more careful with what they say to you -He seems to smile more with you too, no matter what you’re doing. They’re enthralled by how you manage to be stunning with every little movement -If he could still partially think clearly and didn’t know they were under some kind of influence, he’d think they were definitely sick. Except they don’t get sick.. so after that he’s lost -I’m not gonna say the title.  -Alternate scenario; they’re like half under the effects bc Nezha is just less affected by things like this. And they say and do all these things but occasionally after there’ll be like a moment where they partially snap out of it and just; “That was so- Gods, I’m sorry for that, I- I mean it’s not like it isn’t true! It’s just.. bolder than how I would’ve.. Sorry-” ‘n get a little flustered over what he said to you -Their thoughts are flooded with you and it’s not that they hate it, it’s just overwhelming, all these loving emotions suddenly amplified by like 20 -”When does this wear off...”

🔥

-Someone’s getting a bit possessive  -Will always try to keep you close to them, they want you to themselves -And it’s not really harmful,, they wouldn’t dare hurt you and they’re not gonna capture you or anything. If you do wanna leave they’ll eventually let you! They just really want you with them,, -Not as physically clingy as some of the others, in fact, you touching him at all especially if it’s a loving touch like holding his hands, arm, face or kissing him anywhere will set his hair aflame -And if you weren’t already together, they would try to deny at least some of what he’s feeling towards you and how their face gets so red when you merely lean on them, but inevitably they’ll break as well -Obsessed with you, everything you do, your reactions to him. They’re suddenly even more aware of every little detail that makes you you and he’s simply falling faster -Tries to impress you with his magic or one of his newer creations and if you say you like it he’s beyond happy. I can just see the floating hearts my guy -Will get you anything you ask for. Want this specific item? Say no more! Craving a certain food? I mean, in his words he’s practically a professional cook so don’t even worry about it -Also might ask you to marry them, y’know as one does. A few times throughout the day when you’re just doing anything. Lovesick, bro. -Roll credits -And later would actually approach you with a ring and everything and ask you to marry them,, like, right then. -And if you say it’s probably too early for that he’ll get a bit upset, but they’ll ask if you’ll marry them one day at least because they are absolutely in love with you and if ya say yes they’ll still give you the ring and promise to get you an even better one when you do get married! 

💫

-Basically, like father like son -Also annoyingly sweet and cheesy with all the pet names he can think of, except he’ll actually use your name sometimes -Distracted by you while doing anything. The most wholesome thoughts from this man he just really wants a bunch of kisses from you and for you to tell he’s pretty because he’ll certainly be telling you that all day! -Stares at you lovingly if you’re farther from him, heart eyes and all -Pages full of doodles of you in his sketchbook with little hearts around -If you aren’t together quite yet he will definitely be embarrassed of and hiding those from anyone after this wears off -Also gets flustered with even little touches you give him and he’s tryna play it off but... no -Praises you for just normal things you do. You could just be wiping down a counter and he’d be like; “Wow, you’re uh- Really good at cleaning! Heh-” -Attempts to flirt, half fails but it’s cute -Either he trips somehow and you catch him and the way you look at him has his heart doing flips or he’s distracted by your beautiful face when he tries to- -Will ramble about you if he’s with others even if you’re around and he’ll say the sweetest things about you but he’s been going on for several minutes -Subtly but no so subtly tries to keep you to himself for the day. He doesn’t really wanna force you to stay with him but- -”Oh haha sorry! Me and [Name] are- gonna go doing something right now! Together! Us, together! Going to- somewhere! Yep, haha- uh, my bad but we gotta go, kay byeee!”  -Wants to spend as much time near you as possible, he loves looking at your face and he definitely will say that getting lost in your eyes line or something what’d I tell ya -Give him kisses all over his face he will absolutely melt and be a flustered giggling mess it’s what he’s wanted all day -Might purposefully let you win in Monkey Mech which he would never do otherwise so it got you a little more concerned,, orrr he’d try to play his best but the way you look so confident and determined and excited while trying to beat him has him distracted again ( Fin ~  ✰ )

[miroslavcloset]

Thomas would only kiss Manu = true! But which Bayern players would YOU kiss or definitely not kiss?

OOOOOHH this is the ask i've always wanted pls send more I'm begging

*clears throat* Ok, so. Long post under the cut and yes, I rated ALL bayern players in terms of would or wouldn't kiss, enjoy.

Manuel Neuer = 100% Would kiss and hug and tell him he's doing a good job Yann Sommer= 100% Would kiss. He has that... idk, that laid-back guy energy and ofc the good looks, he's like a guilty pleasure to me Sven Ulreich= Ulle is ok, but neh, he is a little bit like that weird uncle you never talk to Johannes Schenk= Only in the forehead, he's still baby Matthijs de Ligt= Yup. Actually, I find him more adorable than sexy, but I still would kiss. Dayot Upamecano= He is so committed to the team, I want to kiss him in the forehead. Lucas Hernández= Never. Next Daley Blind= Don't know him enough, sorry :c João Cancelo= 75% Would kiss, I loved the cheeky attitude he brings with him lol Benjamin Pavard= 100% Would kiss GIMME THE BENJI I'll show the french boi how the latinas kiss <3 Noussair Mazraoui= He has the looks and i like that, would kiss. Josip Stanisic= He looks really good and also would give him a kiss bc I'm worried about his bloody nose from today's match :c Bouna Sarr= Don't know him enough, sorry :c Joshua Kimmich= 100% gimme gimme I ADORE how feral this man is, I want 10 Joshuas for myself, thanks. Leon Goretzka= The looks this man brings BOI i would grate cheese in those abs, 100% would kiss, and more lol Ryan Gravenberch= Don't know him enough, sorry :c Jamal Musiala= Only in the forehead, he's the team's baby and also Thomas' spiritual son, so not happening, I still love him tho BAMBI <3 Paul Wanner= Only in the forehead, he's baby, next. Arijon Ibrahimovic= Only in the forehead, Ari is baby, next. Sadio Mané= 100% would kiss I LOVE him, I would also hug him for a looooong time gimme sadio hugs please Leroy Sané= This man is so fineeeeeeeeeee I love him, and his laugh is the cutest thing ever 100% would kiss Serge Gnabry= You don't understand, this is one of the finest pieces of ass in the whole team, his fashion sense on point and 100% would kiss Kingsley Coman= Never. Next. Thomas Müller= This man... I would, kiss, hug, climb like a tree and never let go. 10000% would marry and devote myself to him. Also would bite one of his skinny thighs Mathys Tel= Only in the forehead, he's baby, next. Eric Maxim Choupo-Moting= This man is so sexy, help 100% would kiss and more

[nightswithkookmin]

Rant contd. Pointing out jikook might be queer is ‘assuming sexuality’, as though thinking they’re Het isn’t also an assumption. All the members have called themselves ‘brothers’ at some point, yet this is only ever brought up for jikook. Even for completely unrelated things, JM is seen as being “too much”, eg Run yesterday when all JM did was laugh and dance, corners of the FB said they felt bad for Tae & JM was “too much”. This kind of thinking is like a cancer and Idk how army is okay with it

Jimin was being too much??

Jk is his boyfriend, what do they expect???

These people are not serious at all🤣🤣🤣

They feel bad for Tae because Jimin was all over his own boyfriend....

Jimin is the least of their problems to be honest.

This one right here.

He is the one they should be querying.

Not Park Jimin.

Frankly speaking, I don't even know why they are acting mad, like this run episode is the least Jikook Jikookery I've seen between Jikook being in that close proximity to eachother....

JK seemed a bit out of body to me.

No one should come for me. Not saying they are fighting or having issues or anything🙄Just saying he wasn't his usual-

Ok maybe self conscious is the word I'm looking for. He seemed a bit self conscious.

Part of the reason I didn't want to comment on that run episode. A lot of Jokers seemed pretty excited about it... Anywho.

This though. I'm still dead from it🤧

Was expecting Jikook to post it themselves but whatever- I'll take it 🤣🤣🤣

Ooooohh, and JK's mom!!!!!!!!

Jimin Saranghae? Y'all heard that right?

That my friend is a Joker for yo ass!

'He is stealing JK's boyfriend'

Please! Jk's mom is a Jikooker.

She ships her son with Park Jimin🤣🤣🤣🤣

'Jk hates Jimin...'

Turns out JK's mom is the biggest PJM on the planet!!!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Bet she has a Jikook tshirt and a mug

Jimin's Karma is sweet like sugar 🤣🤣

That thigh grabbing was unnecessary though🤭 Probably what got those Tuktukkers twitching. Lmho

I can't get over JK's mom

Woman is so extra omg! I just-

Jimin is extra. His mother in law is extra. His boyfriend is extra. His brother in law is extra. His stans are extra!

Y'all hate to see it. Jelos. Jelos🤣🤣🤣

Imagine Jk explaining Rosebowl to his mom.

'Uuhm... I think I love Jimin ma'

'Oh great son! Me too uWu!!!"

'Yea... no. I think I love him from your point of view though'

'My point of view?'

'I like Jimin from a gals point of view"

'Oh?'

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Jikook gay. JIKOOK MARRIED🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Sis, forget the add ons. Tune them out. Let's ship our ship🤣🤣🤣🤣

Only 3yr olds think Jikook are actually brothers. Like what the fuxk.

I'm glad run editors explained for the dumb asses in the back, in the recent run, that BTS are not real brothers. That should end the debate on this whole bro business.

They don't share a DNA. There is a difference between real younger brother and 'dongsaeng' or bro or whatever they be calling themselves.

Jikook is real.

If there's gonna be one last person on earth shipping Jikook it's gonna be me- or JK's mom🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I'm dead.

Thanks for anyone who reached out to check on me this past few days. I love yall too💜

I just had some reading to catch up on.

Let's get it!😊💜

Signed,

GOLDY

[immortal-green-snom]

Whom do you ship Oz with??? I know you see Qrow and Oz as friends but besides Qrow, who do you ship Oz with?

I ship things mainly for the dynamics of the couple, and often times don’t pay much attention to what’s happened in Canon. I rarely ever Vibe with canon. So yeye!! It’s all more to do with personality here!!

(Keep in mind, these are ships where Ozpin is SEPERATE from Oscar. No merge stuff. No Oscar here. Just imagine Oz is still alive or somethin. He’s still his OWN SEPERATE PERSON with his OWN BODY for these ships. Because just..... nopenopenope--)

Ozpin X Gynda and Ozpin X Oobleck or my big ones. I love them. nothing else on this list tops them. I’ve said why i like them both before, so imma delve into how i feel about the other ships

You know my stance on Ozpin and Qrow, so there ya go!! I WANNA ship them, cause it’s one of the bigger Ozpin ships out there and has way more content than anything else, but at the same time I just mehhhhh at it. I WISH I liked it. REALLY I do. but for some reason my brain can’t see them together in that way. They’ve definitely got more of a close brotherly bond to me in my weird brain-hole

Ozpin X Ironwood. Ironclock seems interesting!! There are aspects of it I like, but I got bored with it quickly. They don’t have too much to bounce off of each other with. Ironwood’s SO serious and I think that seriousness would make Ozpin all serious and it’d just be SERIOUS all the time. bleeeeeeeegh serious asdasidnassldnaslidnnsalidn

Ozpin x Roman was just brought to my attention and OOOOOHH. I kinda like it. definitely kinda shipping this. The dynamic of crime boss x headmaster? stellar. both two fancy dudes with their fancy canes and their bad bitch right-hand ladies. yeah, I bet Oz and Roman would have fun together.

Ozpin X Neo. I’ve had some say they think Neo is wayyyy younger than Oz, but I’ve personally always seen them as bein around the same age? idk. Anyway, bet Ozpin knows sign language. Also, Ozpin TALLLLL. and Neo SMALLLL...... LOVE height different ships. Potential to be cute.

When we see him in the show, I will likely ship Ozpin X Theodore, tho leaning a bit more towards bromance side of things, based the patchwork knowledge I have heard about Theo. Bromance good. Love bromance. So i guess that ship would be more platonic for me.

had a TERRBLE ship idea of Ozpin X Hazel once, IF SIMPLY FOR THAT JUICY JUICY DRAMA. IT��S JUST FOR THE DRAMA AND BECAUSE BIG MUSCLE MAN + SMALLER SCHOLARLY MAN KINDA CUTE--I’M SO SORRY (also this was before Hazel beat the shit outta Oscar in canon, so now u can imagine imma lil less inclined to ship this, even if Hazel WAS technically redeemed. But of course--Canon? Who TF is She??? So... hmm). Ignoring Canon, they’d have a quiet kind of relationship. They don’t make much sense to anyone else. Their conversations are mostly in facial expressions. Ozpin chuckling into his mug, and Hazel grunting in response to most things. Hazel would be protective of Oz. Kinda always standing nearby like a big ol bodyguard in case his BF needs him. I KNOW this probably doesn’t make a LICK of sense to anyone else, again, im so so sorry. My ship brain is just weird

Ozpin x Salem but ONLY if Ozpin is evil too so they can be an evil couple (I have a soft spot for two evil bitches being soft and in love. none of the abuse shit of course, of course. tho I’d more prefer an Evil Ozma X Salem for this idea. Like, a version where things didn’t go to shit, i guess. I just love Evil People being in a Healthy Relationship, what can I say?)

Ozpin X Tai: Potential to be cute. Haven’t thought much about this one. But i can kinda-sorta see it. I’ve always liked the idea of Ozpin being like a cute uncle to Ruby and Yang anyway, so just let him marry Tai and give them another dad lolol (could u IMAGINE how shocked and pissed Raven would be tho?? HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA)

Ozpin X Summer: nah

Ozpin X Raven: Things to explore here, most DEFINITLY. but also nah for me. Feels more like a Worse Cloqwork, which i already kinda don’t ship. so yeye. nah.

Ozpin X Willow came to me at complete random once. Now THAT’S interesting to think about, too, tbh. Willow divorcing Jaques ass--or well, technically he’s dead now in canon--and getting someone who will actually treat her right. Ozpin would be SUCH a gentleman tbh

Anyway. That’s all i got for now. Are some of these ship ideas weird AF? yes. totally. 100%. But when Ship Brain says Ship, I often times can’t stop it lolol

[the-fiction-witch]

That's So Mean!

REAL LIFE: SCANDAL COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: FUNNY

"Hello everyone! I wasn't vlogging today. and now I am because... why not I guess. I think mostly the camera wasn't charged and now it is so I'm just filming" y/n explained sat on her sofa with her laptop

"what are you filming?" Thomas asked beside her clearly playing some sort of video game

"nothing today. I need to do some prep for a video with mila next week" she explained "Incase you weren't looking or just confused where this strange voice came from, Thomas is here"

"Hello" he waved

"You don't live with me.... and yet he's here again"

"No I don't live here, and yet I'm always here"

"You are, I didn't even have food in today"

"Ohh shut up I don't just hang out with you for food"

"sometimes" she laughs "No today your actually here for kinda a good reason"  suddenly it flipped showing the tv "He wanted to play pokemon"

"Yes I did"

"fun fact I have a switch. and Thomas doesn't so he comes and plays pokemon somedays" y/n laughs "You have a .... is t a Ps4 you have? or an xbox I can't remember?"

"How can't you remember?"

"I remember you going on about it when they both came out because you couldn't decide if you wanted the ps4 or the new xbox"

"I have a Ps4 y/n"

"Yeah" she laughs "Somebody wanted to play bloodborne"

"Not really, I just didn't want the new xbox when it came down to it"

"Yeah and then like six months later I bought a switch and thomas came over and plaid my switch and immediately went-"

"I should have bought a switch" he finished

"you can still get one there not that expensive now"

"its not the thing that's expensive its the games, anything good is expensive"

"Thats true, the switch games are really expensive I think. for a lot of the gams that are on Wii and on pc there really more expensive on switch" she explained "Benny wasn't bad, I got that for like twenty quid"

"Thats not bad..."

"Umm, the Animal crossing was like fifty because I got it on sale and preorder, but I was happy with that because I wanted a little island with all my friends" she smiled "I don't know how much pokemon was, because I didn't buy it. You bought it for me, for my birthday"

"I did, that's very true."

"And yet your the one who comes over and plays it most of he time"

"Don't you like it?"

"Of course I like it I just like fucking around, like running around the wilds gathering pokemon you're like the only one who does the gym badges and stuff" she smiled "Can we talk through how freaking! overpowered your scorebunny is though"

"he's not that overpowered"

"Thomas he's like level sixty-three... you do not need him that overpowered"

"He's my starter he has to be the best!"

"I genuinely believe you only picked him because he's a bunny."

"He's adorable"

"He is, I like sobble though. sobble was my starter"

"You just felt bad for him because he cries"

"yeah I don't like when he evolves though, he was really adorable as sobble and then he evolves into.. I don't know I can't remember and he just looks like an angsty teen"

"An angsty teen?"

"yeah with like the coloured streak and the 'I don't give a shit old man' stance" she smiled "Like you when you where sixteen"

"Hey!" he complained "You're so mean to me today"

"don't like it get out my house"

"What have you got to film with Mila anyway?"

"I have to film, a childhood make up video. I'm like gathering up tones of the stuff we both used when we where like younger, like the cheer lip balms and like lelly kelly eye shadow"

"Ohh my god. I remember that stuff.  remember the lelly kelly stuff because Ava had some"

"Did she?"

"Yes and I remember that like shitty fake baby powered smell that it had"

"Yes! that smell. I never had them though they were always way too expensive. But my friend did and she was just like the most pastel pink human possible"

"it was a weird time... for mainstream make up"

"It was, I thnk its kinda funny because you have what I would say as like a large makeup knollwege. Not like massive but I thnk you probably know more than most thirty-year-old straight men"

"Do I?"

"Yes, due to your occupation. and Ava I think Ava helped" she laughed "Did ava ever do your make up thomas?"

"many times. still does acutely" he laughs "if I go over and its like Christmas or like Halloween especially then she always does my make up for me"

"Awww, You have a way better time with Ava then I do with my sister, but I think that's because you and ava aren't as far apart in age as me and my sister"

"That's probably true."

"Do you have a fun make up memory from that time?"

"I don't know.... I remember Ohh shit yeah. if you can find this I swear to go I will sell you my car" he explained

"what?"

"Back in like school I had a girlfriend... well I say girlfriend it was like the -"

"The like ohh so and so likes you and so and so likes you and then a week later your like in love and going to get married"

"yes! it was like exactly that. I won't say her name but she was... she wasn't that smart"

"Ohh the shade, I think I know who you're talking about based on the time frame"

"no before Issy"

"Ohh! I thought it was issy."

"No I liked her at that age but we were not a thing until much much later"

"Ooooohh so this is a before Issy girl"

"Yes, and she was fairly pretty, but she had this bright purple lipgloss. and Oh my fucking god it was delicious!" He explained "I literally would just make out with her purely to just taste that lipgloss"

"that's really mean" she laughed

"I liked her.... Ish. I liked the lipgloss more then I liked her. we would like hang out and have little dates and that would be all we would do just kiss"

"That's so mean!" she laughs "what did it taste like?"

"Like... the blue raspberry slushies, mixed wth strawberry bubble tape"

"Ooohh.. that does sound nice"

"exactly"

"if there is a girl out there who remembers making out with thomas about that age and had this lipgloss, A what was it called, B hit me up so you can come and punch him for being such a dick"

"I was like fourteen, let me off"

"Fourteen and using girls for there tasty lipgloss. the early warning sings where there"

"for what?"

"You being a horny little bastard"

[rintarous]

If you were Miwas friend I imagine you’d be like the supportive senpai who sees him whenever you go visit and take a small interest in his games he develops a small crush on the senpai that actually seems to care and you ignore it because he’s younger and lbr you probably don’t notice cos he’s at least 8 years younger . And so kageyama on and off pines for his sisters friend and everyone grows up and you run into him as a pro and he confesses he liked you and you finally offer him a chance

ooooohh also like those times where you’d hang out with kageyama for a bit when miwa wasn’t at home yet and you two would just bond over volleyball his eyes would just sparkle in excitement cs finally !! someone else who likes volleyball who isnt his grandpa !!! the last part of ur ask actually kinda reminds me of my uncle who married my dad’s classmate so technically she was 5 years older than him but they still made it work lmfao HKDASKJDHAJKD

[sachirou-senpai]

Oh my lord I forgot to say. I think I dreamt about having a relationship with tsuki. Something about marriage I think? I dont know all I remember in the blonde hair and glasses🤷‍♀️

ooooohh that sounds fun,, i feel like not a lot of people talk about domestic tsukki and being married to him

it's cute,, i really like him as a hubby,, i feel like he'd be nicer 🥺🥺🥺

[bubblyani]

Limit of Love (pt.2)

(Freddie Jackson x Reader)

Part 2 of Freddie Jackson Two Shot

Request by: @97freaknik

Rating: Mature (18+)

Author’s Note: So many Freddie feels in this. Writing this made me really wish if Freddie could have been a better bloke. Anyways, hope this completes the request and gives a satisfying ending. And more importantly, hope you all enjoy!

Part 1 HERE

“So…what's her name?” Jackie finally decided to speak out, forcing Jimmy Jackson to answer reluctantly. But not before a long pause.

“Her name is Y/N Y/L/N” Letting out a sigh, Jackie kept staring through the windscreen of the car. Finding about matters like this never was easy for her, “Well? How about last week? Who was that?”

Freddie’s cousin grew silent, holding on to the steering wheel. With a scoff, Jackie shook her head in disbelief, “It was her wasn’t it?” She said, “No wonder you know her name...” she added, “How long has this been going on? A month?” Nervous, Jimmy rubbed his temples in response. Jackie turned to him, “Two months? Three?” Her tone going higher with each word.   “Six...actually...” He finally replied. All Jackie could do was shake her head in disbelief once again. “And there was no one else..?” Her tone grew soft with fear. For this was not of the norm. Pressing his lips together, Jimmy exhaled. “No one...”

Surely this felt as if one of her worst fears were coming to light. “So what is it? Does he-” she began, “…does he love her?” She asked, tone laced with desperation. Jimmy finally turned to face her, “I just stay outside waiting for him, Jackie.I honestly don’t know” he said,  “He did get her old job back and I never saw him with another-maybe....maybe he does care for her...” he sighed, “I don’t know...”

The pills in the bottle shook as Jackie tightly held on to it inside her jacket pocket. For this discovery was definitely not what she expected.

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“Y/N?”

Looking up in a flash, you caught yourself staring at the mirror, “yes?” Bursts of laughter filled the salon, thanks to your confused reaction.   “See? I told you...she’s off in her head somewhere, or else she’d never smile through this...”  Claire, one of the hairdressers at Lola’s cried out. Gently pulling locks of your client’s hair up, you were still confused, “ Smile through what? What happened?” Laughter exploded around you once again. “See? ...no clue”  Estelle, another workmate, joined in. “Please be careful with my hair though...” your client said, teasing you with a giggle. Shocked, you covered your mouth, “My goodness, of course! I’m sorry….oh… I’m so embarrassed” you shook your head.

“Embarrassed? Or overjoyed?” “Ooooohh!” “Oh...her boyfriend has stopped by eh?”

“Stop it ...”  you chuckled, scrunching your nose. Quite frankly, they were not wrong. It was quite a wonder why your face muscles did not start to ache, for you were grinning ear to ear ever since you stepped into the salon this morning.

Freddie.

“So when will we ever meet this man of yours, Y/N?” Estelle asked, as she continued to blow dry her client’s hair. Before you could even answer, Claire interrupted. “Forget meeting, when will we ever hear about this man of yours?” Brushing off the excess hair off the client’s shoulders, you clicked your tongue, “Oh you know me, I don’t give away that easy” you continued, whilst the others listened to you with intent, hairdresser and client regardless, “and besides, I don’t want to until I’m sure...what if we decide to end things...wouldn’t that be embarrassing?” Sounds of disapproval sprung out from everyone in the premises. “Oh you do think too much...” “I’m just being careful...that’s all” Taking off the cutting cape, your eyes suddenly caught the sight of a walking figure through the glass window. With messy blond hair and plump lips, she looked beautiful, she looked alluring.

With a 15 minute break in your grasp at midday, you did not dare to waste it, but stepped out to grab some lunch instead. Strutting along to the beat in your head, you somehow felt as if you were not alone. Surely you knew you were out on your own. Unless of you were being watched, of course.

Making a halt on the pavement, you bravely turned around. No one in particular caught your attention. Except for the passerby’s minding their own business, and the blonde-

The blonde.

Pleasantly surprised by the sight of her, you watched as she stood on the other side of the road, attempting to hail a taxi. In hopes that beautiful stranger would make it to her destination safely, you turned back to head over to your own.

After the usual greetings and whatnot, the sandwich finally landed in your hand. Excitement made itself known as your mouth watered, for you knew today it would taste better.

Freddie.

“Excuse me...” you addressed the taxi that stopped beside you, allowing the elderly driver to peep out from the driver’s seat, “Yes love, where you headed to?” “Not me ...” shaking your head, you continued, “but she might need this..” you said, pointing at the blonde who still seemed to be waiting across the road. The driver looked over at her. “That bird? Nah..looks awful like she was waiting for someone” “I see...” you muttered, now even more fascinated by the figure who had become even more mysterious.

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Upon seeing your next client standing by the door, you quickly swallowed the last bite, dusting off the sandwich crumbs from your hands.

“Estelle...could you take her for the wash till I get ready?” You asked, while washing your hands, “Hey there! I’ll be right with you...” you added as your client passed by, waving at you. Another cut, another chance to give someone a new look. No wonder you loved your job. Somehow, the salon which never failed to sound lively, suddenly felt noisy in a way no one particularly appreciated. And that reached your ears sooner than expected.

“Ma’am...do you have an appointment?” “I need to speak to her...” “I’m sorry but she’s with a customer right now” “I don’t care ...” “Ma’am please!”

Drying your hands with a towel, you looked over to see what the hubbub  was about over at the front desk. And your eyes suddenly widened with surprise.

It was her.

The blonde you kept seeing, throughout the day. And it made it more of a surprise when she kept pointing at you. Taking a deep breath, you slowly walked over.

“Claire...what’s going on?”  You asked your colleague, who was the unfortunate victim of this noisy encounter. Turning to you, her tone softened. “She wants to talk to you apparently-” “Are you Y/N?” The woman asked loudly, with hands folded and forming quite an attitude. “Yes..Hello! Are you here to get  a hair appointment?” You attempted to be polite, as you extended your hand out to her. Only you felt a stinging pain when she slapped it away. “Pfft...I wouldn’t get my hair touched by your filthy hands even if you were the last person on earth!”   “What?” You asked, completely confused, “I’m sorry but who are you?” Scoffing, the woman answered, “I’m Jackie... Jackie Jackson” she continued, “Freddie’s wife!” You froze, and for a moment you felt as if time froze as well. This was not the surprise you were hoping for.

“W-Wife?” You said to yourself softly, “No...no...” you shook your head, “I’m sorry but there’s surely been a misunderstanding” attempting a laugh, you continued , “Freddie is not married” you said in confidence. “Yeah? How are you so sure?” The woman asked. Your laughter stopped, when reality finally struck. Were you ever really sure of who he was? Did you really ever check? Or were you just fine with the whatever he shared with you? “No...” you began, “ ...he couldn’t be...” “Yes he is...” Jackie said, taking a step forward, “and you should know that he is a father to three kids” she said, her voice growing even more infuriated. “Th-three?...” you asked meekly, for you almost had no voice. Suddenly Freddie Jackson is turning out to be a stranger.  Your look of disbelief made her chuckle with satisfaction. “Well my my...look at this...”she jeered, “…you don’t really know him, do ya?” “That’s not true! I do know him” you snapped back stubbornly. Although you did not know why. Why would you say that? Was that because of the connection you shared? But in the end of the day, was it even real?

“Really?? I bet you don’t really know what he really does…” “Business ...” you began , “…he does-” “He really has gotten himself a foolish one this time, ain’t he?” Jackie said, folding her hands. “Freddie’s a Gangster”   Your eyes grew wider than ever before, “W-What?” Although, as you recollected all his conversations in a flash, it all finally made sense now. But still, shocked was all that you were. 
“That’s right...a cold blooded gangster” Jackie said, “...a charming man like him. He’s greedy for money...and women. Yeah, I don’t really need to tell you about all the other tarts he’s been seeing…” You were simply speechless. This was certainly your worst nightmare coming to life. This did not fail to get everyone’s attention. You felt all eyes falling on the both of you. “Yeah that’s right…you’re just one of them...one of those fuckin’ tarts ...one of those stealing bitc-” “Stop”  you cried out, your temples tightening as you held your own head, looking down to hide the tears that came streaming down. How you wished this nightmare would end soon.   “Oh! are you finally insulted ?” She jeered once more. “Alright please ...” Claire finally came in between the two of you, “We’re in public for Christ’s sakes!” “Well…why don’t you do me a favor…” Jackie shouted, “…and stay the FUCK away from him!” “Get out” Head bent low, your voice was low, but in control. Surprised, Jackie tilted her head. “Excuse me?” She asked. Looking up at her, you took a deep breath. “I may be foolish…” you began, sniffing “…possibly the most foolish person in the world. But I’m no thief...and I still got me pride ….” your words were strong, and so was your voice “ now get out…” you said, clenching your fists, “GET OUT!” “Just go please...” Claire said pushing Jackie away. Slapping her hand away, Jackie took one last look at you, her eyes burning with hatred before she left the salon.

There was nothing but dead silence that filled the room. Wiping your tears away, you turned back to walk over to your client. The show must go on, true. A promise needed to be kept, you must not keep them waiting. But the moment your eyes caught the concerned look of your customer, you could not help but give an apologetic look in return. “Y/N…?” You heard Claire from behind. That was it. The shield you wanted to hold up, felt heavier than you expected. You couldn’t keep it up any longer. “I’m sorry…” you whispered, before your heels made a run for it to the washroom.

Catching up to you, Claire finally found you staring at yourself in the mirror by the sink. Mascara ruined as black tears stained your cheeks. “Love, you alright?” She asked, gently rubbing your back. Closing your eyes, you felt more tears moistening your cheeks. “This…this can’t be...”

All has crumbled down, and you were lying under the rubble, bruised and broken. Nothing made sense. You knew in your heart what you felt, but at the same time, you felt like the biggest fool in the world. But you knew what you had with Freddie was something more than simplistic. You knew that every second you were with him.  

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(3 months ago)

When Freddie visited you that fateful night 3 months ago, it was late and certainly unannounced. The stench of alcohol made itself known the moment you opened the door, revealing a drunk Freddie standing before you. This scenario was not at all new, nor was it irritating. A drunk Freddie Jackson would usually be either entertaining, sexually curious, or just plain drowsy, all in need of a bed. But that night, he was different. He was sad. And you could tell. 
 “Freddie?” You asked softly. Sniffing, he merely entered. You watched him mumble to himself softly as he sat himself down on the settee. Uneasy by the sight which was unusual, you quickly sat beside him. “Babe...what’s wrong?” You asked, rubbing his lap in comfort as he kept staring at the wall. Turning his head to you, Freddie leaned forward, surprising you with a kiss. His kisses never failed to intoxicate you. But these, they literally tasted of alcohol. But they also tasted of distraction, strong with the desire to hide something. And you did not fall for that. Pulling yourself away from his irresistible lips, you gently held his face. “Freddie...” you said, “What’s the matter? You can tell me...” your tone of pure sincerity seemed to have pierced through to reveal a moment of sobriety. Especially when you found him to cover his face with his hands, sighing heavily.

“I fucked up...” You could not believe what your ears when you heard him respond,“I fucked up so much Y/N...” As his voice broke, so did your heart. “Oh come here...I got you” pulling him close, you held him in an embrace, kneeling on the settee as you placed his head on your chest, “…tell me in your own time Freddie...I got you” Holding you tightly in return, Freddie sniffed and you welcomed his warm, silent tears trickling down your chest. As you spoke warm words of comfort to his mumbles, as you stroked his head and kissed his hair, you realized how much you loved this man. You felt an overwhelming sense of intensity of the love you had for him. So much you could cry. So much you were ready and willing to stand by him in anything.

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Were you ready to stand by him for this?

Tears simply would not stop streaming down your face. As if a tap was left half-opened in the back of your eyes. You were seconds away from breaking down, crawling on the floor, only to bawl your eyes out for the biggest mistake you possibly have made. Nighttime arrived once more, and the knocks on the door that followed were expected. You knew it was him, for he promised it would be. When the sun was shining you were impatient to see him. But when the sun was setting, you were impatient for answers instead.

“Babe H-” Freddie paused, as soon as he saw your face when you opened the door. The aura felt different, from the way you opened the door to your expression of greeting. Quick, sharp, cold and silent.

“Babe? You alright?”  He asked, suddenly aware of the swollen eyes and red nose that you tried so hard to hide. Taking a deep breath, you looked up at him, “Could you come inside please?” You said monotonously.   With a confused nod, Freddie entered. Although you could tell he was too occupied with concern over you. “Seriously babe …” he began, “…what’s going on? Was it-” “Jackie came to see me today...” You said, closing the door with a swift movement. Tension filled the room as expected. Given his expression, Freddie did not play the fool. Suddenly it was too silent to bear. Scoffing, you continued “…and I uh...got quite an earful really…” you said, “…about who you really are...what you really do...” You felt your tone slowly start to break, “...and how you’ve been lying to me the whole time!!!” “Y/N...” The salty floods were let loose, and so were the infuriating screams of frustration. You pushed Freddie away the moment he tried to approach you. “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME??” You cried out,“What did I ever do to you to make you do this??” “Y/N-” “You!” You began, pointing at him,  “You’re my first love, Freddie...” you said, “…you meant so much to me...” Your tone grew weary,“just…why didn’t you tell me...WHY?” You cried out.

“Because it didn’t matter” Freddie finally spoke, frustration rich in his voice. This made you laugh sarcastically. “Ugh of course!” You said, “It doesn’t matter, cause there’s a missus in the picture and I’m just one of those flavors right?” You asked, forcing him to rub his eye sockets. Truthfully you were surprised he did not lash out nor yell.   “Was this all some sort of game to you?”You asked, holding out your hands.   “There was no game, babe…” “Well there definitely seems to be one-” “Y/N I love you!”

You froze, upon hearing his frustration increase in volume. Taking a deep breath, he took a step closer to you. And you did not refuse it. There he went, finding your weak spots. Faces only centimeters away, he managed to get you to look directly at him. “I was never fucking around” he said, in a serious tone, “I used to...but never with you …”. You did not respond, for a part of you wanted to hear him out. He took another deep breath to continue, “I am what she said…but this…this was never a game for me, Y/N” Noses brushing against one another, you felt your breathing synchronize with his. “I wish I could trust you” you whispered. This time it was Freddie’s turn to scoff. “So that’ it? You don’t trust your Freddie anymore? Babe...remember...you got me, right?” He said, holding you gently by the arms. As much as a part of you longed to agree with him, you still did not manage to get rid of the sense of betrayal. Shaking your head slowly, you averted your eyes down. “No...” Shaking his own head, Freddie clicked his tongue in disbelief as his hands moved over to your face, “Babe please ...” he whispered, before pressing his lips against yours. That magnet called his lips got you on hold, but you were adamant on letting them go. “No...” you pulled away, finally looking at him. Only to see the desperation in his eyes; something you had never seen before. Those eyes truly wanted you. Those eyes were enslaved to you. Those eyes did not want to lose you. At that moment, something in you released. You realized that it was your own form of desperation. The desperate need to feel the lips of the man you loved so much. The man who made you feel things no one ever could. The man who was your weakness.

When those lips attempted to attach to yours once again, you did not object. Instead, as you kissed him back, you made a decision.

Just One night

“Freddie...” you breathed, before he interrupted you with another kiss. And involuntarily, you allowed him. It was passionate, it was hungry. With the continuing kisses, Freddie guided you to your bedroom, for old habits remained unchanged. “Mmmm…” Breaking away, you looked at him with infatuated eyes, “Tell me you love me” you breathed as you both stood next to the bed. 
 “I love you” he growled, proving his point as his tongue desperately clung onto yours, weakening you by the knees. Holding him by his hair, you pushed yourself against him, deepening the kiss until you both were just one. Freddie’s greedy hands pulled up your skirt, allowing him access to cup your buttocks with ease. When that greed grazed over those cheeks, you did not think of anything else but pure desire. “Tell me you want me…” your demands continued. Gasps made a special appearance as he turned you around in a flash, resting his head on your shoulder. “I want you...” he growled to your ear, proceeding to nibble the lobe. “How much do you want me?” You breathed, pushing your buttocks back, grinding them against him, until he began to moan. “So...fucking...much” Grabbing your by the waist, Freddie answered you, placing your hand over his noticeable erection.  

Just One night.

And it all happened so quickly. Panties pulled down in an instant, you heard the belt unbuckling, signaling you to get on the bed on all fours; not long before his erect shaft entered you. When he moved inside you, every moment the world silently witnessed you two explore passion together, every time you two pleasures one another, flashed before you. You envisioned it all. You relived it all. But most of all,  you savored the present. This moment of pleasure he gave you, this expression of passion he was desperate to offer you.

Just One night.

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Hair sprawled over the mattress, you remained lying on the bed on your side. With your lower half naked, you watched Freddie sit there next to you. His cigarette lit up, he stared straight ahead, smoking while stroking his messy hair. You gingerly moved your leg over to his lap, your toes accidentally brushing against his manhood. Stroking your calve back and forth, Freddie grabbed your foot, bringing it up to his face so that he could kiss it. And he did. He kissed it with devotion. He even went far enough to surprise you by sucking on a few toes. Not that this was new. But it felt new the he way he slowly executed it. As if he wanted to savor it.

“Don't leave me Y/N...” he muttered. Turning his head, he looked right at you. You did not respond, but stared back at him instead. Putting your leg away, he turned you until you finally were lying on your back. “Freddie….” You finally began. “Just don’t...” he begged, climbing on top of you. Contrary to your thoughts, you watched him loosen the last two buttons of your shirt, until he caught a glimpse of your navel. “Please Y/N...” he breathed, proceeding to kiss your stomach, sending chills down your spine.

One last time. 


As he continued to unbutton your shirt, his voice remained soft, “…don’t leave me...” He said, opening your shirt. His kisses resumed, moving from your navel all the way up to your rib cage, lazily pushing up your bra high enough, your breasts were suddenly exposed. The mere movement of the material brushing over made your nipples visibly hard. Inhaling deeply, you suppressed your need for expectations.

One last time.

“I can’t fuckin live without you…” kissing every inch of each breast with desperation, he breathed, “ I can’t…”. Successfully he began to press your buttons with his tobacco induced tongue and soft lips over them; as those kisses turned into slow licks over your hardened buds. Your frustrated moans mixed well with his grunts as he involuntarily proceeded to suck on them with habit. Silently, you wished he’d kiss longer, he’d suck harder, marking you his forever. And you let him do so, enjoying every bit of it. The way Freddie Jackson indulged every inch of you at his pleasure was something you found extremely arousing. As expected you felt his shaft get hard against your knee, preparing yourself to guided him into you.

For a moment, bad things never happened. For a moment you were not lied to. When you think of Freddie, you only wanted your memories with him to be unforgettable. 


One last time.

The next morning Freddie  Jackson stirred awake, only to find himself alone in your bed.

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He could not find you. Not an inch of your flat nor the salon was left unattended. Desperation was so strong that even Jimmy was consulted for help. But unfortunately, you were not to be found. Could it be that last night was the last time he held you? The last time he kissed you? The last time he made love to you? Was he at the brink of losing his sanity over losing you? No one was able to reach him, and he made sure that nobody did.

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Drained physically and emotionally, Freddie Jackson was left with nothing but to drown his sorrows in alcohol. But the moment he entered the bar, he suddenly felt energy returning to himself once again.

Especially when he caught the sight of you.

Sipping on vodka, you looked no different from the first time he ever laid eyes on you. That fated first meeting. Setting the glass on the table, you casually looked over to find him walking towards you. To his surprise, you merely smiled at him. But that smile seemed exhausted, experienced, heartbroken, decisive. “What’s a beauty like you…” he began, “…doing here at a time like this?” He said, sitting next to you. You chuckled by the reminder of that line. “Well…this beauty..” You sighed, “had quite the shocking day…full of secrets and…” you paused, taking another sip, “…she doesn’t know what to do about it”. Freddie held his breath, never taking his eyes of you; fearful of the bitter truth that might exit your lips and break his heart forever. “But…” you chuckled, “I realized…” rubbing your face with your hands, you continued,

“ I love you too fucking much Freddie Jackson…”

Exhaling deeply, he surprised you as he closed his eyes with relief. “I know…I was foolish to trust you, I was blind to ignore the truth” you said, as your voice began to break, “but life without you…” you turned to him, “ won’t be a life for me at all…” “Y/N…” he began, placing his hand on top of yours, “ Me and Jackie…it is not going well…” he continued, “and her family…they don’t want me around any more” his voice low with seriousness. Nodding, you kept listening. You needed reasons to be a believer. “You…babe…you keep me sane. You keep me happy” he said, his gaze piercing through your own, “I can’t do it without you. Please…” he pleaded, before you held his hand in return with a nod. The sight of this vulnerable man broke you. But it also warmed your heart to know he was not afraid to show it.

“I’m here. I got you” you replied, your grip tightening,  “But from now on, no more secrets, Freddie” you said, fully turning to him on your barstool “If you want me to be there, I won’t be in the dark anymore. Let me help you”. Cupping his face, your eyes began to twinkle, “What Maggie and Jimmy have? We can have it too!” You smiled, “You and me! We can do it! We can be happy. I have no bad blood with Jackie…and I can certainly love your children as if they were my own” your heart bloomed upon seeing Freddie flash a huge smile of pure joy.   “Freddie…” you tenderly stroked his cheek, “Let me be a part of your life... your real life. Let me love you completely for who you are…Your sanity, your insanity…all of it” “Fucking hell…” he chuckled,  “You scared me Y/N…I thought I’d lost you for good today”. You would be lying if you did not admit you were touched.

Chuckling in return, you smiled back, “Well…you haven’t. You won’t ev-”

You happily offered your silence as Freddie Jackson kissed you with indescribable passion. He kissed you with purest form of liberty and relief, and you felt every bit of it to the core. “May I suggest you two get some privacy, Freddie?” Laughing into the kiss, the both of you were suddenly aware of the bartender’s sudden appearance. “Sorry ,Billy” you squeaked, covering your face embarrassingly.   “Right Billy, mate…” Freddie began, “…another round on me…for me Missus…” Looking at him, your jaw dropped in disbelief. With a low chuckle, Freddie wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close in confirmation. For he had already decided.

“Yeah you heard right! …” he said proudly, “Me Missus!”

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[littlewritingrabbit]

i just finished watching the lotr trilogy, so how do you think an amrev or lams au would work there?

Oh boy.

Ooooohh boyy.

So here’s what I’m thinking.

Many years after the War of the Ring, Aragorn decides to send a group of ambassadors from various places around Middle Earth to Harad to make peace with their generals, because they were a pretty significant force in the War and it would be better to have them on his side in case anyone as dangerous as Sauron ever shows up again. The people he chooses for this quest are:

Santir Belegion (George Washington)*: a man of Gondor, and the steadfast and hardworking Captain of the Guard. He is the leader of the quest, and while he’s still working on the whole diplomacy thing, he’s brilliant at strategy and can be relied upon to get everyone there in one piece.

Gilbert Brandybuck (the Marquis de Lafayette): a hobbit from Buckland who grew up on his relative Meriadoc Brandybuck’s stories of adventure and moved to Gondor when he came of age. Everyone in Gondor assumes he’s some kind of hobbit-prince (as they did with Merry and Pippin) and if it means they’ll keep letting him practice fencing and attending important courtly meetings, he’s not about to correct them. 

Beriadan Aphadonion (Alexander Hamilton)*: a Dúnedain ranger who grew up in the North with his mother, until she went to protect Gondor in the War of the Ring and died in battle. It was then that he found out that his father was actually an elf from Rivendell, and his father’s relations brought him in, so he’s very book-smart but also a bit unused to courtly ceremony. 

Rania Turumélamaryon (John Laurens)*: a young Elf lord of Mirkwood, young enough that he wasn’t allowed to fight in the War of the Ring, and he’s still mad about it. His father wants him to be married to Arbrennil Hirgwaedhiel (Martha Manning)* to create a tie between their families (which had, until recently, had a feud spanning several lifetimes, but that’s another story). Rania, however, has no wish to be married, and so he runs away to Gondor to join the quest as an ambassador and buy himself some time. 

Strangcyning of the Mead (Richard Kidder Meade)*: a lord of Rohan, and a great horseman. His father, having fought the Haradrim and their Mumakil in his day isn’t so keen on him going to make peace with them, but Strangcyning is going anyways. 

Mack-Henry Baggins (James McHenry): a doctor from Hobbiton who travelled to Gondor to study in the Houses of Healing and then the quest needed a doctor so… there he is! He’s good friends with Gilbert and is a little out of his element on such a grand quest but having a good time. 

Harromur Inksmith (Robert Harrison)*: a Dwarf scribe from Erebor who came to Gondor to read in their great libraries and then sort of got caught up being an impromptu-ambassador for Erebor and liked the job. He’s the one recording their journey and also the dad-friend. 

Brimhlast, son of Folgere (Tench Tilghman)*: a merchant from Dale, he travelled to Gondor seeking his fortune after his shop burned down, and because of his translation skills and ability to be very persuasive, he was offered a place in the quest. He knows the most about boats, which I think could come in handy. 

Check under the cut for why the names are the way they are… I had fun with them :))

*But littlewritingrabbit! This doesn’t sound at all like “George Washington”! I know. But the name George means “farmer,” so I used the Sindarin word “sant” or “garden” (I couldn’t find “farmer” so I went with something close) with “-ir” on the end to make it more like a name. Because naming conventions dictate that people’s last names are their father’s name plus “son,” I took Augustine (George Washington’s dad’s name) which means “respected” or “great” which is “beleg” in Sindarin, and then “-ion” at the end because that means “son-of” so you see it does really say “George Washington,” just… badly translated into Sindarin :)

*Following the same format, “Alexander” means “protector of men” so “beria” meaning “protect” plus “adan” meaning “men” gives you “beriadan” and then Hamilton’s father’s name was James, which means “one who follows” so “aphadon” meaning “follower” plus “-ion” meaning “son-of” gives you “aphadonion” and voila! 

*Should I have given him a Quenya name? Probably not, I don’t think Elves usually have Quenya names, but this is the Pretentious Laurens Family we’re talking about here! Anyways, as “John” means “God is gracious” I just took the Quenya word for “gracious” or “kind” which is “rania” for his first name. “Henry” means “home-ruler” so I took “turu-” which is “conquer” or “have victory over” and “mélamar” which is “home” plus “-yon” which is son, and there we go. 

*I made her name mean “noble-lady” and then “lord-oath-daughter” considering “Martha” means “lady” and “Elizabeth” (her mother’s name) means “my-God-is-an-oath.”

*The Rohirrim have Anglo-Saxon names and no last-names, so since “Richard” means “strong-in-rule” I figured “strong-king” would be close. It’s probably worth noting that you pronounce “cyning” like “kyoo-ning” I think? Also “Mead” used to mean “meadow” so I’m keeping that there ‘cause it’s fitting. 

*Dwarves don’t tell anyone their names in Khuzdul, so I dunno what his real name is, but I’m guessing it’s got something to do with the meaning “bright” because that’s what “Robert” means. The Dwarf names we do know just sound kinda Norse so I made his name sound kinda Norse and then plus a surname that indicates his profession is being a scribe.

*This is SO fitting given that “Tench” originally meant a type of fish and he’s from Dale, but anyways, “brim-hlæst” is Anglo-Saxon for “the sea’s burden” like, lots of fish, which I think sounds cool. Tench’s father’s name is James, which means “one who follows” so I just used “folgere” or “follower” and that was that!

[wildroseofarran]

Rotheus Wedding || Rotheus, Letcher, Jaidan, Quintane, Bretanor, Sean, Sash, Salt, Tristan, & Billy Gale

Ronan: "Here's the list." The paper was thrown at Matheus' chest.

Guest list:

US!

Sean + 1 (Sash)

Aidan + 1 (June)

Con +2 (Brett + Boo)

Tristan +1

Lukey + Fletchy

Ma! +1

Salt +1

Q +1

Lawrence +1 (Gina)

Mason + 1

"Look good?" He returns the lollipop he had been enjoying to his mouth.

Matheus: Matheus caught the floating paper (at least it wasn't wadded) and glanced over the list. All of Ronan's friends as he expected.

"What's a 'Boo'?" he asked with wrinkled brow.

Ronan: "Boo. That's Conor's friend." Duh.

Matheus: "His - or her - name is actually Boo?"

Ronan: "I think it's a nickname." He shrugged.

Matheus: Moving on. He tapped the paper. "Is this Brett Parker, the sheriff?"

Ronan: "Yeah, the one we tried t'take from Guildias. Who isn't on the list, you might notice." He sucks more on the lollipop.

Matheus: That would go without a single debate. "I would rather not have a ghoul, especially one belonging to Guildias, in attendance to something as sacred."

Ronan: Ronan tilted his head and scratched his temple. "But..." He began, bringing out the lollipop to twirl between fingers, "Conor really wanted him with him."

Matheus: "He has...whatever friend that is also on the list. As you notice, Rosmond will not be with us, either. It's in poor taste."

Ronan: "Oh... okay." He didn't really get it, but he didn't want Matheus to be uncomfortable. "You're the one that's gonna tell him."

Matheus: "I don't have his phone number."

Ronan: He scoffed. "You're gonna tell him in person. The way Archers deal with shit."

Matheus: His fiancé sighed. "Must we have any humans in company?"

Ronan: "... You don't like Tristan?" He sounded heartbroken. "Sash I get, he's a fuckin' prick, but his brother’s comin' an' his brother ain't a human so what you gonna do about that?"

Matheus: "Has it escaped your attention how he behaves around creatures? You excluded, of course." First, Tristan.

Ronan: "... Who? What d'you mean?"

Matheus: "Your friend, Tristan. The night with your mission to find Salt." He couldn't recall why Tristan had been involved to begin with.

Ronan: Because he has a boat, Matheus!

"He was fine on my birthday, remember? He was around all my brothers an' he knows what they are. He even became besties with Sean. He EVEN spoke t'Conor, like, c'mon!"

Matheus: Ronan was pulled closer by his hip. His vampire sighed. He could not cease his thoughts from overworking. However, he could smile to his beloved.

"We're the first couple I've ever heard of marrying like this. It's dangerous, and I've rarely seen you this happy."

Ronan: With a little giggle, arms wrap around Matheus' neck.

"Danger's my middle name." ... Maybe they should've considered that for a surname. "I'm happy 'cause I have you." He taps the wet, sticky lollipop against his husband-to-be's cheek.

Matheus: "You better have a mind to lick that off of my skin." A threat?

Ronan: He grinned, "An' if I don't?"

Matheus: "You know I will disintegrate with sadness."

Ronan: "Ooooohh! Baby!" he drags his tongue theatrically over Matheus' cheek.

Matheus: Laughter swiftly followed. "Are you getting cold feet at all? A tingle? Consternation?"

Ronan: He scoffed. "I'm worried suttin'… or someone... might fuck up the weddin', but I wanna be married t'you."

Matheus: "We don't need anyone to be married. If you believe someone will cause problems, then don't invite them."

Ronan: "Pfft. Drama is part of the fun."

Matheus: "Why are you marrying me, my love?" he chuckled.

Ronan: "For the drama!" He teased, biting Matheus' nose.

Matheus: "Mine or yours?" His silent ow followed.

Ronan: "Mine, you never have drama unless you're riskin' your life."

Matheus: "I should feel flattered, but really it only proves how much of a hermit I am."

Ronan: He smiles, "That's what I love about you, though. Whenever I wanna be in a bubble you're there t'save me."

Matheus: "I'm your hideaway?"

Ronan: "You're my armour..."

Matheus: Matheus blinked, surprised.

Ronan: "... What, baby?"

Matheus: "Am I really?"

Ronan: "How can you say that? How can you not be sure?" He got comfortable in Matheus' lap.

Matheus: "I'm proud to be your armor. I'm proud of your strength and to be your husband."

Ronan: "Awww, shucks, mistah! You gon' make a poor orphan boy blush!"

Matheus: Have a lovely little love tap to the cheek.

"Back to the wedding. Are you comfortable with the location?"

Ronan: "It's a step down from Dracula's mansion, but yeah, baby. D'you? Luke an' Fletcher wanna do theirs outdoors but, like, it's October."

Matheus: "Wherever you want, if it makes you happy. I expected you to say Ireland."

Ronan: Oh, hm. "I mean, I left Ireland when I was four an' never went back - apart from when we went. You're kinda overestimatin' my attachment t'that place."

Matheus: "Do you want to know what I thought you wanted?"

Ronan: "Mmmhm."

Matheus: "For your mother to be present somehow."

Ronan: "If she was a ghost I'd be able t'see her. She ain't around, an' I don't really remember her."

Matheus: "Do any of you have anything of hers?"

Ronan: "I doubt it." He was unknowingly incorrect about that. "Sean's got a tattoo of her name?"

Matheus: "Hmm. If there was anything, I would...have liked to have made a shrine for her nearby."

Ronan: "... Why, baby? We don't have one for your parents."

Matheus: "I got to see mine longer than you with yours," he said gently.

Ronan: "... I have my brothers, though. I have more of my fam'ly than you." He kissed Matheus' hand, "But you have me."

Matheus: "I don't need anyone else."

Ronan: "Hmm, you tryna get in my pants, baby?"

Matheus: "Am I not already there?" His hand clasped between his legs for good measure.

Ronan: Gasp!!

Matheus: "Hmm?" Innocent.

Ronan: "You fiend!"

Matheus: "How dare I?"

Ronan: "Not until marriage! Gotta make an honest woman outta me."

Matheus: "Honest? Is that not being honest by pretending to be honest?" he grinned.

Ronan: "You gotta wait, baby!" He grinned, because, ha ha ha.

Matheus: "Why must you torment me so?"

Ronan: "'cause that's what wives do."

Matheus: "You don't torment me. You bless me."

Ronan: "Baby, you're so damn cheesy!" And have a thousand kisses!

Matheus: "Is it when it's true honesty?" he chuckled. "Thank you."

Ronan: "For what?" Nuzzle!

Matheus: "For your affection."

Ronan: "'cause you're my snuggly lil' baby!" More kisses!

Matheus: Ronan was fastened in place with quietly possessive arms. "Do humans actually talk like that?"

Ronan: "The fuck do I know?" He laughs and bites Matheus' chin.

Matheus: "Ow. You're younger than me. You have to teach me."

Ronan: "I'm still an old man!"

Matheus: "You're so young! You're brimming with life. You must teach this old man."

Ronan: "Uh... my cum is magic. Wanna be younger? Make me cum."

Matheus: "Is that a fact?" he played along without any hesitation. "That is some magic."

Ronan: "The power of love."

Matheus: "Shall I undress for you?"

Ronan: "Duh."

Matheus: "Undress simultaneously."

Ronan: "What happens if I don't?"

Matheus: "You would prefer a show of sorts?"

Ronan: "Or a punishment?"

Matheus: "For not undressing?"

Ronan: "... Y'know what I mean..." He winked. THAT kind of punishment...

Matheus: "Mm. You're in a mood," he chuckled. "Stand up."

Ronan: "When am I ever not in a mood?" It should just always be assumed that Ronan is in a mood, and if he isn't he can be put into one.

Oh- Yay! With sudden excitement, Ronan stood, grinning.

Matheus: "Arms up," would be his first command. He got to his feet as well to shed his sport coat. The ritual of folding and sitting aside began.

Ronan: That smile would not fade at the gorgeous sight of his husband moving. Slowly, arms rose, hands in loose fists, eyes full of anticipation.

Matheus: "Our final act of intimacy before we are married." Ronan's shirt was pulled above his head, left in place at his arms. Sweetly he was kissed from temple to temple.

Ronan: His expression shifted from a bright beam to a gentle look of admiration. He felt all warm inside.

"Tá mo chroí istigh ionat..."

Matheus: "Forever?" He had to ask, because he loved the answer each time.

Ronan: "Always, baby. Or until your dick falls off."

Matheus: "Really?" he coughed. "I'll keep that in mind," he nodded.

The shirt was held loosely between his wrists, locking them in place. "How long can I keep you like this?" he asked, cupping between his legs.

Ronan: He exhaled, easily growing harder in Matheus' hand.

"A week?"

Matheus: "A week? Just like this? You would rebel." But he certainly wouldn't grow tired of pulling the reaper into deeper and deeper kisses, slowly sinking to his knees.

Ronan: "Nu-uh--" he gasped against his vampire's mouth. Elbows bent reactively, he was desperate to reach out for the other, but he was quick to catch himself and straighten his arms again.

Matheus: "I can't leave you like that. I know just the thing. Stay." He was not as fast as Ronan's unnatural speed, but still his disappearance left an echo of his image, returning after only a breath.

"How about this?" One of his white scarves.

Ronan: Stay? Stay?! If Matheus thought for a single goddamn second that Ronan would be staying extremely still because of a single word he - he's completely right. Matheus could've taken forty minutes and Ronan would have waited.

He shook his head, "We'll get blood all over that."

Matheus: Matheus looked up with eyes which asked, "Promise?"

Ronan: Duh! Look at him!

"Baby, my dick-" he was going to start crying.

Matheus: Oh goodness. Matheus leaned in to kiss that pout. "Put your arms around me."

Ronan: Smiling, he lowers his arms as instructed.

Matheus: Matheus swayed their bodies as though dancing. "Legs, too."

Ronan: Yay! Ronan jumped up onto his lover, wrapping around him like a monkey to a branch.

Matheus: Matheus gathered his husband - fiancé? - into his arms, turning back to the couch, he took a seat and began to tie his hands behind his back with the white silk scarf.

"Too tight?"

Ronan: Too tight?! "Tighter." He got comfortable on his lover's lap, "I love you, baby."

Matheus: "Do you really?" Tighter, then, but not enough to turn hands blue.

Ronan: The reaper squirmed, testing. "Yeah... baby, more."

Matheus: No. He held Ronan firmly by his jaw. He simply held him in place, studying his expression.

Ronan: His eyes would give away how lustful he felt - paired with the way he bit his lip. He was yearning for more. He needed release. He was growing impatient... and he loved it. The fact that he was being denied what he so desperately wanted was driving him crazy in the most wonderful way.

Matheus: Matheus took great care not to smile and ruin his act. Playing such a dominant role was still new territory. He understood how much this excited him. He wanted to please Ronan without losing himself in the process. He believed they found a balance.

Slowly his hand traveled down Ronan's body, brushed over his thigh, his knee...finally between his legs.

"What do we have here..."

Ronan: Such a touch encouraged a trembling breath.

"I'm so hard for you, baby..."

Matheus: "Yes, I feel that. Very firm..." He held to Ronan's thighs and pressed up. "Do you feel that?" His vitae repurposed just for his companion.

Ronan: The reaper whined. A shiver went down his spine. This is... perfect.

"Yeah, baby. I feel it. Is it for me?"

Matheus: "No. You only get to watch."

Ronan: "Uh- I what now?!"

Matheus: "Your hands are occupied."

Ronan: "Other parts of me ain't."

Matheus: "This mouth? Does it want cock, or blood?"

Ronan: "Booooooth?" Can't it have both?

Matheus: "Wouldn't that disgust you?" Twice now the anatomy of his undead form had been discussed. Twice with separate outcomes. He had to be reminded of Ronan's current attitude towards his orgasm.

Ronan: Matheus was given a deadpan look. Seriously? Have you just met me?

Matheus: His shoulders slowly sank. Considering his first reaction...

"You know me, love."

Ronan: "I love you. Cum in my mouth."

Matheus: A flutter spiraled in his stomach. "As you wish." After a healthy amount of kissing, he would give Ronan whatever he desired, whatever he could manage with his hands indisposed. Today Matheus would do his utmost to ignore his overtaxed thoughts. Ronan wanted his orgasm, then they would share in it on the floor of their living room.

Ronan: Matheus would be reminding Ronan of exactly why he was marrying him. He would be reminding Ronan of exactly how he fell in love. It was perfect bliss, but perfect bliss was fleeting. They had a job to do.

With his head on Matheus' chest he drew patterns on his skin.

"Y'know you still have t'tell Conor? I ain't doin' that for you jus' 'cause you made me cum."

Matheus: Matheus held his unbound companion in his arms, eyes closed and nearly drifting.

"If you insist. I'd rather you with me."

Ronan: "Yeah, baby." he craned his neck to kiss his lover's jaw. "I love you."

Matheus: "Forever and always," he whispered. The old detective needed a moment.

Ronan: Yay! Closer to Matheus he snuggled, enjoying being sticky and wet with mess for the time being.

Matheus: Being sullied would not last long. Ten minutes of rest and the vampire was up, carrying Ronan upstairs to the bathroom for a warm bath.

"Shall we invite him over?"

Ronan: "Uhh... you want us t'make him come alllll the way over here t'tell him bad news an' make him go aaaaall the way home? We should go t'him."

Matheus: "Fine, fine. After our bath. Yes? Your hair needs tending to. I think I made a knot."

Ronan: "I like my knots!"

Matheus: "Do you want them in our wedding photos?"

Ronan: "I was gonna shave my head."

Matheus: "Why's that?"

Ronan: "I dunno?" he laughed.

Matheus: "Shall I shave mine and stop dying it?"

Ronan: "You could not dye it? Don't shave, though."

Matheus: "If you want my natural color." Vitae would need to be utilized, which he was fine with.

Ronan: Ronan nodded, "Yeah. I like that."

Matheus: "Well, then I'll be cutting my hair before we leave."

Ronan: "Why are you cuttin' it?!"

Matheus: "To grow my own back. I don't know how to use the dye removal."

Ronan: He grinned. "'kay, baby. Might be kinda sexy seein' you with short hair."

Matheus: "I've never had short hair."

Ronan: He reaches up to push it back from Matheus' forehead. "You look good, baby. You an' your stupid face."

Matheus: "My stupid face?"

Ronan: "Yeah. This stupid beautiful face."

Matheus: "I have no means of retaliation," he chuckled.

Ronan: Said stupid beautiful face was given a big sloppy kiss!

Matheus: A quick groan followed. What in the world? "Get in the tub." Have a proper kiss, first.

Ronan: He giggled and jumped in.

Matheus: Matheus settled in behind, ready to wash that hair and untangle what knots he could find. Conor would have to wait. Their baths were sacred.

Ronan: Ronan happily curled up against his vampire, leaning back against him. Nails scrape lightly over Matheus' knees, touching him carefully.

Matheus: "Are you prepared for a lifetime of these?"

Ronan: Ah. The very thought made him smile. "No, I ain't."

Matheus: "No?"

Ronan: "Nu uh."

Matheus: "Shall we not, then?"

Ronan: Ronan shook his head, "We should. I jus' ain't prepared."

Matheus: "What can I do?"

Ronan: "Love meeeeee?"

Matheus: "Diligently so," he smiled.

Ronan: "Eh?"

Ronan: Not such big words, Matheus!

Matheus: "I love you most ardently." He knew what he was doing. "With every fiber of my eternal soul."

Ronan: Ronan took a deep breath and let out a very exaggerated groan.

"Idiota."

Matheus: "My love." Time to kiss into the detangled curls. "I'll get your towel."

Ronan: "Just one more minute." He hugged Matheus' waist.

Matheus: "Alright," he sighed, content, sliding him deeper into his lap.

Ronan: Yay! Nuzzle, nuzzle, for what was definitely more than a single minute.

Matheus: He would be allowed five minutes before Matheus reached behind him to drain the tub. "The world will not wait. We will go see your brother, and then we'll stop by the wedding location. I think we need one more look."

Ronan: He whiiiiiiined. "Fine." A few more kisses, though?!

Matheus: Yes of course. Three extra kisses. He forced himself away long enough to gather their fluffy citrine towels, wrapping one around Ronan's shoulders.

"Yellow is handsome on you."

Ronan: "I think it's me that makes yellow handsome." He grinned.

Matheus: "Quite right. Yellow, black, blue...red."

Ronan: Ronan laughed, "You cute cunt."

Matheus: "My cheeky prince. No. Those days are behind us. My king."

Ronan: "Kiiiiiiing huh?!"

Matheus: "Mhm. My king."

Ronan: "Am I gonna wear a crown on our weddin' day?"

Matheus: "If you insist I will not take your crown."

Ronan: "You gotta wear one too, though."

Matheus: "My royalty days are over."

Ronan: "They've only jus' begun."

Matheus: His vampire blinked.

Ronan: "... What?"

Matheus: "Very romantic, my love."

Ronan: "Oh yeah? Romantic enough forrrr a blowjob?"

Matheus: "We're supposed to see your brother. Anticipate your desires for tonight."

Ronan: "Ugh. 'kay. Lemme jus' message him t'make sure he's home. Where's my phone?"

Matheus: "Probably still in your trousers."

Ronan: "Ugh." He went off to find it, returning with his eyes on the screen. "Uhhh, yeah, okay. You know where this is?" He showed Matheus the address. "I've never seen where Conor lives now."

Matheus: A glanced to the address. Several blinks later, he pulled the phone closer via Ronan's hand and read it again.

"That's the sheriff's neighborhood."

Ronan: "Oh, okay. You gonna drive, then?"

Matheus: "Are they an item?"

Ronan: Ronan scoffed! "Pffffff, yeah right. An' I'm a leprech-" he stopped himself, afraid of finishing that sentence... in case...

Matheus: His nose was kissed. "As we are an example, anything is possible. Though that is quite the unwholesome coupling."

Ronan: "I'm gonna kill you, that's fuckin' rank. Conor has no interest in anyone or anythin', he prob'ly jus' wanted outta the hotel an' found somewhere cheap where the owner ain't home a lot. Guess as a sheriff he's prob'ly out all the time. There you go. Mystery solved."

Matheus: "Another to use the ghoul, you think?"

Ronan: "Prob'ly, like, maybe that's part of why he wanted you t'take control of him? Maybe Conor has some weird Power Plan." Ronan shrugged.

Matheus: "And it so happens he wants him at our wedding?" He squeezed the towel into Ronan's hair once. "We shall see."

Ronan: ... Yeah, he can't explain that.

"Guess so." He tilted his head back to bite Matheus' wrist.

Matheus: "So violent today. What sin have I committed?"

Ronan: "You didn't send me a dick pic!"

Matheus: "Excuse me?"

Ronan: "You don't even remember. I wanted t'wake up t'a pi- it doesn't matter. Let's go. You drivin'?"

Matheus: "You're not leaving naked." Ronan was scooped with one arm to the bedroom. Once dressed, (after many kisses to Ronan's stomach,) Matheus debated on which door...

"Backseat, or head in my lap?"

Ronan: "Duh, that-" Ronan laughed as he was lifted. Such a silly husband-to-be.

"Where d'you want me?"

Matheus: "I'd rather you be comfortable," he said whilst descending the stairs.

Ronan: Well that's incredibly unhelpful. "Your lap."

Matheus: Lap then, with the windows down just as he preferred for slow rides. The gentle breeze reminded him of many carriage rides in his youth.

The town was all but memorized. He needn't ask for the address twice. He pulled up to the sheriff's home and sighed. He would much rather Ronan explain to his brother, but he would not ask.

"What did he say in his text?"

Ronan: A deal is a deal. Matheus was the one with the problem, and if he wants to be an Archer he has to learn how to talk to his new brothers.

"Nuttin', I didn't really say anythin' that he could reply to, jus' said he was home alone an' the address. So that's good, I guess?"

Matheus: "Yes, that's fine. Close your eyes, I'm getting out." And he would help Ronan out of the passenger's side as well.

Ronan: Ronan did as he was told and shielded his head.

Matheus: Ronan was helped from the car, which was of course locked afterwards. One could never be too cautious.

"You said he's alone?"

He knocked on the - no, he rang the bell and took a half-step back.

Ronan/Conor: "Yeah, he's alone." Which is a bonus, at least.

It took a few moments for Conor to open the door. No greeting was necessary, he simply stepped aside.

Matheus: Matheus would follow behind Ronan. He assumed the lack of reaction to be customary.

Ronan/Conor: "Hey brother," Ronan stepped in and looked around, "how you doin'?"

'Fine.' Conor signed, the translation ready in Ronan's mind for Matheus. 'Would you like anything to drink or eat?'

Matheus: "None for me, thank you." Conor could assume lessons in sign language, but the reality was much more interesting, in Matheus' opinion.

Ronan/Conor: "Yeah, I'm good. Actual- actually I'll have a beer."

He nodded and gestured to the couch. Take a seat.

As he went off to the fridge Ronan's eyes scanned his brother's new home.

Matheus: Matheus stiffly leaned back in his seat. 'Not what I expected of Conor's home. What do you think?'

Ronan: 'Something feels weird.' It felt... uncomfortably unfamiliar.

Matheus: Both aura and thoughts from his husband-to-be were analyzed. 'It's too soft.'

Ronan/Conor: Ronan nodded. 'Yeah, totally.'

Conor returned, placing a beer down on the table for Ronan. He took a seat opposite them both.

"Thanks. Matheus has suttin' t'say." He sipped his beer the way some would eat popcorn - he was ready to watch shit go down.

Matheus: "More of a question and request, if I may." He wasn't completely out of touch with socialization. He knew when to make eye contact and what was too much. As uncomfortable as he was, he would endure.

"I'm...not sure of why you're here in association with a ghoul belonging to Aloysius Guildias. I've been curious of this since Ronan's negotiations..."

Ronan/Conor: The hybrid tilted his head.

'I don't hear a question.' Ronan did his best to not laugh.

Matheus: His smile was brief and dull. His tone offered no humor. "I want to know why we're in a ghoul's house."

Ronan/Conor: Conor's expression matched. 'Because you wanted to see me, you wanted to know where I am, and I am here. I didn't forcibly bring you here.'

"Woah, woah, woah, what's -" he clumsily did the sign for 'force'. Conor spelt it out. "Oh."

Matheus: "No, but you're doing your best not to explain your relationship with this ghoul."

Conor: 'You haven't asked me a single question about my relationship with P- Brett.'

Matheus: "I didn't think I needed to elaborate on the obvious."

Conor: 'If you want me to answer your question, you have to ask it, Matheus. I'm not interested in playing games with you. Whether you're going to be part of my family or not.' Ugh. 'Regardless, why would you make your way here just to question me about Brett? Do you want to own him? Have you come to see if we can convince him to become your ghoul?'

Matheus: All he saw only confirmed his belief. They came here with the ghoul as the subject. The association with the ghoul had been stated and avoided. The hybrid was no idiot. He was sidestepping. Why are we in a ghoul's home? Because we walked in? No. You're not a child. You know what I'm asking.

Ronan could read his mind clear as day. It would conceal nothing.

"I'm not interested in this game of yours, either. I won't waste your time or mine any more than we have. I don't want him at our wedding, Mr. Archer."

Ronan/Conor: Matheus was nudged. 'He's still my brother.' Be nice.

That statement made Conor blink. He took a breath and shifted in his seat. 'Why did you decide that?'

Matheus: "I must be mindful of the consequences. He doesn't belong to me. Unless I'm serving him to our guests, the why of his presence is too delicate to answer to my Kindred."

Conor: Hm. 'You didn't strike me as someone who was elitist, Matheus.'

Ronan: Again, 'elitist' had to be spelt out.

Matheus: "Only mindful of my safety and therefore Ronan's. The ghoul's master wasn't invited for a reason."

Ronan/Conor: Hm. 'I want him with me.'

Ronan groaned. "What about Boo?"

'Boo?'

"Yeah."

'... Bo.'

Matheus: "He risked favor with Guildias to get that human back. Here we are in his home..."

'Isn't this interesting.'

"How long have the three of you been partners?"

Conor: Conor rolled his eyes. 'Explain to me how you got to that train of thought.'

Matheus: "Old habits."

Conor: 'I'm curious. Walk me through it.'

Matheus: The Malkavian sunk deeper into his seat. "Your aura at the mention of him, for one. Mr. Parker's aura is always crystal clear, and a particular shade of blue last I had to see him at Guildias' as per your request. My background as an inspector means nothing. It doesn't take much skill to put two and two together. You're here. You're protective."

Fingers lightly traced the arm of the couch. "Everything has a memory. Even this."

Ronan/Conor: Ronan snatched Matheus' wrist and pulled it away from the material.

"Is... is that... is that true, Con?" This is... the closest he's ever gotten to knowing something real about Conor's life. This is the closest he has ever gotten to seeing something... anything, that meant something to his brother. It was almost too close for comfort.

There was no point lying, and there no point in trying to evade. 'Yes, it's true.'

"Two people? Bo an' Brett, or whatever?"

'Yes.'

"At the same time?"

'Yes.'

"An' they both know?"

'Yes.'

Matheus: Now it was Matheus' turn to be quiet. This reached a personal level with Ronan, and he knew better than to interject.

Ronan/Conor: Ronan swallowed. "What... When... How did... Con..."

'I will still be there, Ro. No matter what I'll be there, in the front row. I... know... that this is...' he exhaled and ran fingers through his hair.

"N-no, it, I mean... Jus' figured - I thought you didn't like all that stuff."

'I don't, we... it isn't about that.' This was getting awkward. Conor scratched his neck.

"Are you in love? With, like, both of 'em?"

Conor is still for a while, he looks between Matheus and Ronan. 'Yes, Ro.' His heart pounded, he unconsciously fidgeted in his seat.

Matheus: "...No love is without risk," he said gently. "Ronan has proven to me what courage means again and again." He took a breath, despite knowing its uselessness. "I...suppose if Guildias wanted to...create conflict, he wouldn't need Mr. Parker as an excuse." He was being too lenient and he would pay the price. So be it.

Ronan: "Wh- are you sure, baby? Won't you get in a lot of trouble?"

Matheus: "My standing in society is in shambles as it is. Having an unchaperoned ghoul at a wedding surrounded by...not Kindred isn't going to be the nail in the coffin."

Ronan/Conor: Oh. Ronan scratched his head. This was a lot to process.

'Thank you for being understanding. I'm glad you're the person Ronan has chosen to dedicate himself to. Next time, though, just spit it out.' He smiled somewhat cheekily.

Matheus: "I would prefer the same from you...Conor. We're going to see more rather than less of each other."

Ronan/Conor: He smiled at how his name was pronounced. 'I'm not in a position to be asking you of any favours but I do have to ask. Please don't tell anyone.'

"Even Sean?"

'I'll tell him when I'm ready.'

"C'mon, Con, you know he'll be fine with it."

'Let me do it.'

Matheus: A true smile. How interesting. He could see the Archer signature in that smile. "We've hassled your brother enough for one day, Ronan. This is important to him."

Ronan/Conor: Ronan sighed. "Fine."

'Thank you.'

"They better have some good suits. Nuttin' cheap an' ugly. Gonna fuck up the pictures."

The hybrid laughed silently. 'Of course, Your Majesty.' ... Wow. A weight he hadn't been aware of had suddenly been lifted. Is this how Sean had felt? Relieved and terrified all at the same time?

Matheus: "We have a few more errands to run before returning home. We should probably leave before the - the sheriff returns." Perhaps, at least around Conor, he should make a habit of calling him something other than the ghoul.

Ronan/Conor: "Yeah... yeah, okay."

Conor stood to open the door for them and Ronan did as well. For a moment he lingered... before making his way over to his older brother. Arms wrap tightly around his waist, and into his chest he nuzzles.

"I'm really happy for you, Con. Don't let 'em hurt you, okay?"

Conor was taken back. It took him a moment to react, and when he did hands found curly hair. The top of his head was kissed.

Matheus: Matheus waited on the other side of the door, giving them some semblance of privacy. At the door, his smile finally carried a measure of honesty.

"Until next time," he said and signed.

Ronan/Conor: Conor nodded and gave him a little salute. He sank to the floor once the door was shut. He'll be needing to text his 'partners' about this immediately.

Ronan, on the other hand, was very much lost in thought.

Matheus: Matheus helped Ronan into the car as usual. He drove them to the other side of town and pulled into a quiet parking lot.

"Walk me through your thoughts."

Ronan: "... You knew. You brought up them bein' together earlier 'cause you already knew, didn't you?"

Matheus: "I've speculated since our negotiations, Ronan, you know that."

Ronan: "Brett. Not all three of 'em."

Matheus: "I've shown you what I've seen. The conclusion was there as it was for me."

Ronan: "The conclusion of Conor bein' with... anyone, let alone two-" he fell silent. What could he say? What did he have to say?...

Matheus: "I'm sorry. I didn't have a childhood with him to make any assumptions. He was a blank slate for me to piece together only what I saw..."

Ronan: "It- why're you sorry? I jus'..." He took a deep breath and rubbed his face, ensuring to keep his eyes tightly shut.

Matheus: "I feel like this took something from you. I'm not sure what. It's why I asked for you to walk me through your thoughts before we do anything else."

Ronan: "I jus' don't know Conor. I don't know him. This is the most information about his life I've ever gotten."

Matheus: "I think...you can only grow closer from here."

Ronan: Ronan scoffed, a sad little noise devoid of hope.

Ronan: "He wants me t'keep it a secret, though."

Matheus: "So he can tell his story to the rest of your brothers. Don't you want him to?"

Ronan: "That's the thing, he won't tell 'em."

Matheus: "You don't know that."

Ronan: "You really think he'll tell 'em? He only told us 'cause you already knew."

Matheus: "It's his story, and he's your brother. I think you should give him the benefit of the doubt. If you tell his story against his will, you might not have as many chances to get as close as you did today."

Ronan: Ronan sighed, because he knew Matheus was right. He had been given something rare, so he had to be careful with it.

"What did you see? On the couch?"

Matheus: "Do you want me to tell you, or be shown?" No matter what he believed Ronan should do, he would not keep his own knowledge a secret from his husband.

Ronan: "... Tell me?" He wasn't sure he wanted to witness whatever it was.

Matheus: "Your brother...kissing the ghoul. With, um, much enthusiasm. The human, Bo?, joining them. They hold one another, embraced in silence."

Ronan: He couldn't help but cringe. "Ugh... okay..."

Matheus: "It was, dare I say, loving. I'll go so far as to say innocent in nature."

Ronan: Shudder!

"With a human? He's so dumb..."

Matheus: "Because the human will die?"

Ronan: "Yeah? An' what could they possibly have in common? They're from different times, they're... different."

Matheus: "As are we."

Ronan: "We weren't born that far apart."

Matheus: "But we are indeed different." He offered his hand.

Ronan: Ronan dared to peek out from behind his arm enough to look at his vampire. He tangled their fingers together.

"I guess... It's jus'... weird."

Matheus: "Are you having to... You're having to worry for him on a subject you never thought would need broaching. Is that a portion of your consternation?"

Ronan: "Oh, baby, you jus' said a whole lotta words my brain can't process..."

Matheus: He would make a second attempt. "This is new territory you never thought you'd enter with him."

Ronan: "... Yeah, I guess so."

Matheus: "You'll be with him."

Ronan: "An' the whole ghoul thing... of all the fuckin' people in Edenton."

Matheus: "In your opinion, which is worse?"

Ronan: "Human."

Matheus: "You've met him before. Is he the dangerous type? Relative, I suppose."

Ronan: "Not dangerous. He's whatever. It's not him that's the threat it's us. How can he be okay bringin' a human into this world?"

Matheus: "Perhaps he's already in our world."

Ronan: "An' he knows what we are."

Matheus: "We don't know the details of their relationship. We don't know the intimacies with any of your brothers and their lovers."

Ronan: "June knows what we are, but Aidan told us."

Matheus: "I'm not sure what you're wanting. Your brother has a right to his pace. From what I understand, this is a very new path for him."

Ronan: "... I don't know either. I'm jus'..." Shocked. Confused. Whatever.

Matheus: The blind reaper was taken by his jaw and brought into a kiss.

Ronan: Oh. Oh. Ronan sighed against that beautiful, gorgeous, perfect familiar mouth.

"Are we parked?" He barely interrupted the kiss to whisper, wrapping arms around his vampire's neck.

Matheus: He would feel his vampire laugh. "We are indeed." Another kiss followed. "Why don't you lay back for me?"

Ronan: "... Lay back?" Nervous hands squeeze Matheus' shoulders.

Matheus: "Yes. Trust me."

Ronan: As if he had to be told to do such a thing. Carefully, he eased backwards.

Matheus: Once back, Matheus moved forward. Warm lips caressed the reaper's throat. The tiniest of fangs scraped over supple flesh.

Ronan: Lips part as Ronan exhales. Legs and arms wrap around his love.

Matheus: They should have thought of this sooner. In this position, Ronan would have a near impossible chance of catching his reflection.

"I love you with all of my heart, Ronan."

Ronan: "I love you too, baby. So much. So, so much." Into the other's neck he nuzzled. He wasn't risking looking, not just yet.

Matheus: Ronan's shirt collar was pushed to the side, leaving room to kiss and eventually bite as he saw fit. The sun was beginning to set. More cars filled the parking lot. Matheus looked up with swollen lips and frowned. He didn't want to see the colors of strangers. He didn't care about their well-being. Only the man underneath him.

"We should go."

Ronan: It didn't take much for that to make Ronan hard. Soon he was pressing his erection to his husband's thigh and whining.

"Go? Why?" He was unaware of anyone else around them, in his mind it was only them.

Matheus: "We have company." He didn't want Ronan upset by potentially being seen or heard by an unwelcome stranger. His stomach was kissed, shirt pulled back into place.

"Soon."

Ronan: He pouted and dared to open his eyes. His gaze lingers on Matheus' face, slowly, along his features an index traced.

"You're so beautiful."

Matheus: "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Behold your husband," he smiled.

Ronan: "Behold!" Arms extend as if displaying something magical. He giggled.

Matheus: His laughter wasn't the same as it had been years before. Neither laugh was the same. It was free, braver than ever. Those smiling lips were taken one last time.

"Close your eyes. We're going to see our venue."

Ronan: "Yes, Sir, Matheus, Sir!" He squeezed his eyes shut tightly.

Matheus: His belt was snapped in for him and left reclined. Should he dare open his eyes he would first see ceiling. They should have been doing this all along, Matheus thought.

The drive to their venue was silent, though nothing still. His right hand remained with Ronan for the majority of the ride until the next quiet parking lot.

"We're here."

Ronan: "Yeah? How does it look?"

Matheus: "If you're asking if the coast is clear, it is."

Ronan: "... No, I'm askin' how it looks."

Matheus: "It looks romantic. Shall we take a closer look?"

Ronan: "Romantic like 'Let's fuck in the toilets' or romantic like 'Let's...' uhh... 'fuck in the toilets with our shoes still on'?"

Matheus: "Whichever you believe is more formal. Did you not inspect this place before choosing?"

Ronan: "WELL I saw pictures, which could've been fake."

Matheus: The driver's side door was opened. Closed. He would hear Matheus making his way around the car and opening his door.

"Welcome to our venue."

Ronan: Matheus would know that Ronan knew exactly what he was doing when he reached out and 'accidentally' felt over his crotch and torso with closed eyes. But still, he'd pretend it wasn't on purpose with a little smile and a "Oops!" as soon as he was on his feet.

Matheus: Ronan would feel a fistful of his shirt squeezed and pulled to Matheus' chest. "Oops? Own your mischievousness."

Ronan: Eyes widen momentarily. "Oo la la Monsieur. Trés sexy!" He winked and kissed Matheus' nose before attempting to slip away from his hold.

Matheus: His vampire simply smiled and released him. If ever he could trust anyone with his body, his mind...

"Am I denying you the church wedding of your dreams?"

Ronan: "Who the fuck wants a church weddin'?"

Matheus: "Is that completely out of fashion with humans?"

Ronan: "I dunno, who cares?"

Matheus: "What I mean is, is this what you truly want?"

Ronan: Ronan slowed and stopped in his tracks to look at Matheus.

"You gettin' cold feet on me, baby?"

Matheus: "On the contrary. I want everything to be perfect for you."

Ronan: "Will you be there?"

Matheus: "...Yes?"

Ronan: "Will my brothers?" Again, the answer should be yes.

Ronan: "Baby, marriage ain't that modern of a concept, you should know that, you're the smart one."

Matheus: "I mean papers."

Ronan: "Paper ain't that modern either," he grinned cheekily.

Matheus: "You're so argumentative."

Ronan: "Only because I love you?"

Matheus: "Answer my question, please. Do you want the wedding at this lodge?"

Ronan: "Bab- do you?"

Matheus: Was something wrong? Why was he being so avoidant...

"What I want doesn't matter."

Ronan: He wasn't being avoidant, he simply wanted Matheus to have an opinion, too.

"How can you say that?"

Matheus: "This is your day."

Ronan: "... I really wish you would stop sayin' shit like that, Matheus."

Matheus: "What is wrong?"

Ronan: "It ain't my day. It ain't my weddin'. It ain't my venue. It ain't my party. It ain't mine. It's ours. It feels like I'm forcin' you into this sometimes. You have no opinions on anythin', you don't care about any of it. I get you've been married before an' I get that 'cause of what you are you think it's pointless but it ain't to me. Like something. Don't like something. Want something. Care about this."

Matheus: "My priorities are not the same as yours. This is for you. What I want I have and I couldn't be happier. I have you. Do you understand how significant this is to me? In all my years as this," his hand to his chest, "I've rarely had anything I've wanted. Nothing as great as this freedom and someone loving me without treating me objectively."

Ronan: "Then... then forget it. I don't wanna do it."

Matheus: "Of course you do. I want to do this for you. If I cared of nothing at all I wouldn't have had word with your brother over a ghoul."

Ronan: "This isn't meant t'be for me. This isn't meant t'be some favour you're doin' me, baby. I don't want it... like this. I don't want this."

Matheus: Matheus offered his hands.

"You want me to be more selfish?"

Ronan: "Yes!"

Ronan: Those hands would never be ignored.

Matheus: "Then forgo this place. Let us wed by the cottage."

Ronan: "Okay Shakespeare. Where exactly? Outside? It might rain."

Matheus: "We'll monitor the forecast. We'll create a tarp or tent. We'll have a bonfire and champagne."

Ronan: "You're not... worried about the mess?"

Matheus: "Don't let me think about it."

Ronan: At that, Ronan managed to laugh.

"Fuck this place. We'll do it there." He squeezed Matheus' hands and used the grip to pull him closer, guiding arms around his own waist. Palms settled on the vampire's biceps. "Thank you, baby."

Matheus: He was compliant. In those arms was where he wanted to be. "What did I do?"

Ronan: "You gave a shit about our weddin' for the first time."

Matheus: "You want me to be selfish. Here it is."

Ronan: "Be more... more selfish." He whispered, as if a sweet nothing. "You get to be selfish now, baby. Be selfish with me."

Matheus: "You know I don't want to impose. It's not my nature."

Ronan: "Let it be? Jus' a little?" He rose, offering lips in a gentle kiss, "For me?"

Matheus: His fingers wrapped around Ronan's throat, taking those lips for his own. Selfish like this? By all means.

Ronan: Ronan wasn't sure how much this qualified as being 'in public', and he really didn't fucking care. The touch made him purr and the kiss made him weak at the knees.

Matheus: "To whom do you belong, Ronan?"

Ronan: Oooooh boy. He's hard.

"I belong t'you, Matheus," he whispered, gaze a combination of desperate need, and eternal love and devotion. He licked his yearning lips. "I'm all yours."

Matheus: That's what he expected to hear. It was, perhaps, what Ronan expected as well. Tonight he would offer more. His hand reached between his legs and squeezed.

"This cock belongs to whom?"

Ronan: Expected or not, what worked, worked. He couldn't argue with his heart and the very cock in question.

"Every inch is yours," the reaper purred. He was a beautiful thing shaped for fighting, made weak by his lover's touch, sent mewling for more by his lover's words.

Matheus: He was squeezed and squeezed again. His lips caressed from throat to jaw, and then all was lost. The vampire had turned away, heading back to their car.

Ronan: Eyes closed, he followed those lips the way a starving animal followed the scent of food. His bod- what?

Ronan was left with his lips parted, staring ahead of him and then at Matheus.

It would take a second for the vampire to feel the weight of his husband jumping up onto his back. Arms around neck, legs around waist.

Matheus: "Oh!" Noises like an old man. He was gripped by his legs for balance. "Pardon me. Who are you?"

Ronan: "No one, don't mind me." While I kiss your neck and nuzzle your back.

Matheus: "Oh. Well, I'll have you know, my husband would not approve." He did so enjoy their games.

Ronan: "He ain't around... I don't see anyone but you..." His mouth searched for a lobe to chew on.

Matheus: "Well, a thousand apologies, but I hold only one man to my heart."

Ronan: "What about t'your cock?" He whispered to his ear.

Matheus: "That is especially his," he returned. The car was slowly approached, waiting for Ronan to climb down.

Ronan: Uhhh... he wasn't ready. Yet.

"How much d'you love this husband of yours?"

Matheus: "Beyond articulation," he smiled. "Do you think he loves me?"

Ronan: "I don't care if he does, I want you for myself. Even if he loves you more than he thought he could ever love anyone."

Matheus: "Anyone? Ever? Such a bold statement! Surely he'd loved others."

Ronan: "None like you. None t'the point where it actually made him happy." He kissed Matheus' shoulder, "That's why I want you. You're clearly some kinda magical elf."

Matheus: "I'm a ... magical elf?" No. The spell was broken. His Malkavian was laughing hoarsely.

Ronan: Awww, yay! Ronan started to laugh too, giggling as he hopped down from Matheus' back. Clothing was used to tug him in. Kisses, please.

Matheus: Matheus lowered enough to kiss, holding Ronan by his waist to lead him towards the car. "Close your eyes for me. I'll take you home."

Ronan: With a smile on his face, the reaper did as instructed.

Matheus: Tomorrow they would have to make phone calls. Several, in fact. To cancel the original location would be the least headache inducing. Would Ronan want a caterer? A bartender? Could he not hire Quintin Traxler? If not him, someone he knew? A ghoul was going to be at his wedding. He wondered what Gertrude had planned for him.

Matheus would be found with his laptop, sitting at the bay window with eyes adrift.

Ronan: He's mostly letting Sean deal with all the boring parts (like napkins, who cares about napkins?!) so he could deal with all of that, too.

Ronan had some work to do so he was sat finishing that off when they returned home, after giving Sean his instructions of course.

Matheus: "What tasks have you given to Sean?"

Ronan: "Uhhh..." One second.... aand... "All of 'em?"

Matheus: "Who did you decide to bartend?"

Ronan: "Sean's got it, someone's gonna do it for free. Perks of workin' in entertainment, huh?"

Matheus: "Nothing is for free. What are we in the dark of?"

Ronan: "Someone owes him a favour? Where's the leftover pizza?" He stood, shutting his textbook as he did.

Matheus: "Where it always is." He watched Ronan, but his mind was elsewhere. "How are your studies?"

Ronan: "Fine, I thought bein' back at school would be weird but it's pretty chill. Got invites to a few Halloween parties. Bunch of people on my dick." He starts to eat it cold out of the fridge.

Matheus: "Do they feel like children to you? Old man."

Ronan: "I look like I fit in, but I'm gettin' married. An' there's some older people there, too."

Matheus: "I did enjoy the medical exhibitions from my century. Education felt prestigious."

His worn glasses were pushed up to his forehead.

"Are you embarrassed to say you're married?"

Ronan: Ronan's laughter was genuine. Even if his mouth with full of food.

Matheus: "Your classmates will judge you. I had to ask," he chuckled, letting his glasses fall back to his nose.

Ronan: He swallows and licks his lips, moving to look at his vampire.

"Judge me? All the chicks think it's real romantic an' no guys even talk t'me unless they're into me so they're jealous. Maybe you should come t'campus one day? We can fuck on my professor's car." He grinned.

Matheus: "I've wanted to see your campus. I want to see your experiences. Have I told you lately...how proud I am of you?"

Ronan: "... No... you haven't." He kneels down beside the window seat.

Matheus: The laptop was set aside, closed. "Are you proud of yourself?"

Ronan: He smiled, "I dunno... I ain't really done anythin' t'be proud of."

Matheus: "You jest."

Ronan: "I ain't, not really. Jus' signed up t'a class an' stopped doin' suttin' illegal."

Matheus: "Something you've done for decades. It's more than a physical action. It's your mind."

Ronan: "My mind?" His laugh was dry and humourless, "What's t'be proud of there?"

Matheus: "I am proud of its resilience. I'm proud of the effort you put forth."

Ronan: "I'm proud of you, too, baby."

Matheus: "And what have I done?"

Ronan: "You stormed a fuckin' castle by yourself tryna get freedom? A dick move, a dumb move... but a brave one."

Matheus: "I was frustrated," he smiled.

Ronan: "I think jus' bein' with me makes you a hero."

Matheus: "I'm no hero, but thank you."

Ronan: "You're my hero. I ain't shit. I wasn't shit before you."

Matheus: "I believe you can achieve anything you set your mind to."

Ronan: "Only 'cause I have you by my side helping."

Matheus: "You give me too much praise. I'd rather your lips to mine...and then tell me what Sean has done."

Ronan: Ronan takes the place of where the laptop once was, getting comfortable on his lap.

"Who cares what Sean has done? We're gettin' married."

Matheus: "You don't care? No. You're not allowed not to care. I don't want you indifferent."

Ronan: "Then you don't get t'be either."

Matheus: "We're having the wedding here. I was selfish. What do you want?"

Ronan: "I want you. An' pizza. No cake. Pizza."

Matheus: "You want pizza on our wedding day?"

Ronan: "Yeah." He grinned. "An' I want the favours t'be the book you read t'me when we first met."

Matheus: "Rules of Civility," he said with fondness. "If that's what you want. The author will be pleased with the surge in sales," he smiled.

Ronan: "Is there any part that you wanna, like, I dunno. An important bit or suttin'?"

Matheus: "Nothing in white or black?"

Ronan: "... Huh? I mean the book, a bit from it t'highlight in what we give out or suttin'."

Matheus: Matheus pressed his forehead to Ronan's. "Forgive me," he smiled. "I will leaf through it later and find something of worth."

Ronan: "Okay, baby." He rubs their noses together.

Matheus: "What else do you want?"

Ronan: "Really good sex."

Matheus: "As soon as the last guest says goodnight."

Ronan: "Can we kick everyone out right after we say 'I do'?"

Matheus: "If you want. I will not object whatsoever."

Ronan: Ronan laughed, "Such a hermit crab."

Ronan: Pinch, pinch.

Matheus: "I'm your hermit."

Ronan: "Gonna get me a crab t'add t'my collection of pets?"

Matheus: "Or confuse your friends with an incorrect horoscope ring."

Ronan: "A what? Men don't know their horoscope, baby."

Matheus: "If I find one man at your college wearing one, you will owe me a kiss."

Ronan: "How 'bout we raise it to a blowjob an' jus' pay someone t'wear one," he grinned.

Matheus: "No, a point must be made," he laughed.

Ronan: "Fiiiine." He offers small kisses, "Real men don't know shit about star signs though."

Matheus: "Real men," he chuckled. "The things I've learned over the years linger. A killer will make an omen with any excuse."

Ronan: "A killer will what now?"

Matheus: "Nothing."

Ronan: He laughed, "'kaaaay."

Matheus: "Kay?" He leaned in nose-to-nose.

Ronan: "Kay!" He stole a kiss.

Matheus: His vampire laughed quietly. "Husband."

Ronan: "Vampire."

Matheus: "Is that all I am?"

Ronan: "Hmmm... y'know the guy who made me a reaper used t'call vampires 'blood suckers'." He smirked.

Matheus: "A rather base epithet. You can think of something better."

Ronan: "A base what?" He laughed, "I dunno. I guess I brought that up 'cause... he hates vampires an'... he owns me. I dunno... if he ever found out... I'm prob'ly worryin' for nothin'. I haven't seen him in years."

Matheus: Nickname, love. A fresh tangle was gently removed while he spoke. "Tell me more about him."

Ronan: "He's a tall, ugly fucker. Mean fucker. Dick sucker. He... I can't remember if I've told you before, I think I have... that he's like one of the... two things, or whatever, that can kill me?"

Matheus: "Hmm." He'd heard, but most mentions of this man were brief. Not this time. "Why is your relationship with him so unsteady?"

Ronan: "... I guess jus' 'cause he owns me. I'm like his equivalent of a ghoul." Big word from someone going to big boy school, "I... also... kinda threatened his boyfriend?"

Matheus: Matheus slowly exhaled, releasing his untangled ringlet. "Would you forgive someone threatening me?"

Ronan: He scoffed, leaning into that hand.

"No. Never. But he ain't like - I mean..." Ronan sighed, "I dunno, baby."

Matheus: "Well, if we have to see him again, we'll both be on our best behavior. It's imperative."

Ronan: ... "You're gonna... what? You're gonna suck up to him?"

Matheus: "Would this man kill you on a whim?"

Ronan: "Baby I don't know."

Matheus: "Then one must do what is necessary."

Ronan: "I really can't imagine you being a doormat like that."

Matheus: "Me? You cannot imagine me being compliant and passive?"

Ronan: "Not to a dick. Not to someone who's a threat to us. Not to someone I'm scared of."

Matheus: "I've had to face many unsavory Cainites in my years. This would not be above politics I've had to endure. Sometimes violence is necessary, but as last resort. Greeting this man with hostility would only cause undue hardship and threaten your life."

Ronan: Ronan was silent for a moment, considering. "D'you think Luke could take him now?"

Matheus: "An angel versus death? I don't know. Perhaps he does."

Ronan: "... That's a fight I wanna see."

Matheus: "One day we might. Not before our wedding, I pray."

Ronan: "What about a vampire an' a angel?" He giggled.

Matheus: "Perhaps a Brujah, or Tremere. Tremere are scholars. Surely they would know a method in which to capture something like him."

Ronan: "Awww, baby. I have no idea what you're talkin' about."

Matheus: Off came his monocle, rubbing his one good eye with exasperation. "My love, my prince. The wind beneath my wings."

Ronan: "You gonna start singin' or suttin'?"

Matheus: "My voice is atrocious."

Ronan: "I think it's pretty sexy..." he purred.

Matheus: "You're biased, love."

Ronan: "Was I biased the first day I met you?"

Matheus: "You are my soulmate."

Ronan: Ahhhhhhhh Ronan's smiling and blushing!

Matheus: Is that all it took? "Kiss me," he chuckled.

Ronan: No! He was busy hiding his face now! He curled up against Matheus' chest and tucked himself under his vampire's chin.

Matheus: This was fine. His arms blanketed him in, leaning back with content sigh. "Just a few more days."

Ronan: "An' then you can make an honest woman outta me!"

Matheus: "No more...nights with other men? Not ever?"

Ronan: Ronan's playful aura faded as he eased back to look at Matheus' face.

Matheus: "I know we've had this conversation before. I just want to make sure this is everything you want it to be."

Ronan: "Really? 'cause it feels more like you won't let shit go that we've already talked about. When did I become the mature one?"

Matheus: "It's my-" he tapped his temple. "I want everything to be perfect. I don't want you to regret anything. Including me."

Ronan: "How's that the same thing as holdin' a grudge against me?"

Matheus: "I don't hold a grudge."

Ronan: "You bringin' that up sounds like you don't trust me, like you expect me t'repeat the shit I've done, like... you're makin' me confirm suttin'. It feels like you've been thinkin' about the past an' that it's been botherin' you. You wouldn't have brought it up if you didn't think about it anymore, so clearly you fuckin' do."

Matheus: "Ronan," he sighed. "Ronan, I don't want you to say or do anything just to please me. My thoughts have only been of our future, and if I am...enough to give you everything. My doubt is only in my capabilities. I'm not an adventurer. I'm not..." He took a moment. "The worry is my own... self-esteem."

Ronan: "That's not what you asked me, though. Is it?" The reaper went to stand, "Jus' forget it."

Matheus: "If I am enough." He didn't need to read his aura to see his frustration. "I have a mental illness, Ronan. I will always have thoughts, many of which I do not want. Most of which never hush."

Ronan: "EVERYONE has a mental illness, Matheus!"

Matheus: "Do you hate me for mine?"

Ronan: "No, when have I ever - how can you fuckin' ask me that?! Why're you bein' such a dick?" A pillow was thrown, definitely not hard enough to hurt.

Matheus: It wasn't caught as it might have in the past during playful debates. He allowed it to collide with his chest and fall. The middle finger of his right hand began to tick. His mind was in a horrific chant of the word stop. He shut his thoughts away to prevent Ronan from hearing it.

Ronan: He paused, heart pounding, breathing coming deep and quick.

"What're you doin'?"

Matheus: "Nothing." Just sitting here.

Ronan: "... Matheus?"

Matheus: "Yes?"

Ronan: "What're you doin'?"

Matheus: "I'm...sitting here. I'm...just...waiting for...my head to correct."

Ronan: ... Okay.... Ronan took a full breath, long, calming. His gaze shifted around the room and his hand rose to his own hair and fell as soon as it met frizzy curls.

Arguing was one thing, taking it far enough that it put someone at mental risk was another. He moved closer slowly, a timid, hesitant hand rose to touch Matheus' cheek if he was allowed.

"It's okay baby, you're okay. We're okay."

Matheus: Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Music. He tried to think of music to substitute. No. Stop. Stop.

The hand was warm, wasn't it? Those perfect yet impatient fingers. No, they were patient in this moment. He leaned his weight into his palm.

Stop...Stop......Stop.........It's fine.

"I'm embarrassed. Forgive me."

Ronan: "For what, baby?" he laughed in a way that was meant to be comforting, to show him how very not a big deal it had been. He was not laughing at the situation, nor at Matheus, it was his attempt at saying - you're embarrassed? Around me? Oh, you silly, beautiful thing.

"C'mere." The patience would continue as he gently and carefully brought Matheus into a hug, holding him against his chest. Unknowingly, he'd be providing Matheus with the music of his dead, beating heart.

Matheus: A question had seeped through the dwindling chant. How could Ronan switch emotions so effortlessly? Surely not because of his fiancé's obsessive mind. How Ronan had known something was wrong with their connection had been severed...he didn't understand. Was it a mannerism he had overlooked? Was it the sever itself?

He couldn't allow his thoughts to fall into another obsessive trap. He closed his eyes and listened to his breathing, to his heartbeat, to Ronan himself.

"I'm fine. I promise. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."

Ronan: It was the finger. The physical twitching. It had been his face, his expression. It had been the shutting off. It had been the not catching the pillow. He didn't need a vampiric magical connection to understand his vampire, his husband, his lover. His best friend.

"Shh, baby. You should always say everythin' you wanna say to me." He hugged slightly tighter.

Matheus: "I've never questioned any relationship the way I question ours. I've never concerned myself enough to put forth such effort. I don't want you bereft of anything. Will you promise me that you will always tell me when you need something?"

Ronan: "I promise if you promise that too?"

Matheus: "I swear."

Ronan: Ronan presented his pinky finger.

Matheus: He sealed their promise, kissed his reaper's cheek.

Ronan: Good. He giggled and snuggled back into his partner's chest. He'll spend the rest of the day telling Matheus about all the things Sean had helped with, asking his opinion, and finalising last-minute things.

Matheus: Matheus checked his pocket watch for a third time. It was worn, as expected for a fifty year-old watch. Though not his oldest, it was the best polished for such an important day, and his only made of gold.

He looked at himself in the mirror once more, glanced back to the locked door. No, not gold. Not with his soft brown suit. The brass and wood antique would be more appropriate.

"The wedding will be over before I'm presentable," he sighed.

Ronan/Conor/Sean/Aidan: "Ro, your tie's messy!"

"That isn't the correct type of knot for a weddin'."

"What d'you mean? It's fine!"

"Who fuckin' cares about a knot?"

"Ronan."

"It's important! What kinda knot is Matheus usin'?"

Conor shooed both Sean and Aidan away. Let him handle this.

"Ro your hair got all messy!"

"I told you not to- wait, where's the photographer?"

"He's-"

"My camera's over there, jus' use that."

"You ain't payin' me t'do it, why should I?"

Ronan rolled his eyes. It's going to be a long day.

Bo: Bo stood rather stiffly near the small rows of chairs by the arbor. He was too busy staring at the decorations to notice the absence of guests, the chill raising the hairs on his arms, or the orange colored leaves collecting at his feet. He adjusted his striped tie and straightened his vest, wondering for the fifth time that day why he was there. Conor Archer was his reason, but Conor Archer was playing brother.

He looked up. So where was Brett Parker?

Brett: Brett Parker was lingering by his car, fidgeting with his watch and trying desperately to come up with a reason to get back in said car and drive far, far away from this wedding and the people participating in it. He shouldn't be here. He wasn't wanted here. The only two people that had any interest in him could surely be talked out of being here. They could go to the beach or back to Oslo or to the moon maybe. Anywhere but here.

{Text to Bo} Baby I can't do this

Bo: Bo felt for his phone in his blazer and frowned. A quick glance for Conor - still absent - and he headed back to the car.

"Brett," he called as soon as he came into view. A single come hither finger. "He doesn't ask much of us. Just stay by me," said his human, softly encouraging in Norwegian.

Brett: His body untensed ever so slightly when Bo came into view and immediately moved closer when summoned. "There's no way his brother and Matheus are okay with me being here," he responded, also in Norwegian. "They hate me."

Bo: "I don't care if they do, and neither should you. We're here for Conor."

Brett's tie was adjusted. Easy to notice where the sheriff had been fidgeting. "Come on." He offered his arm.

Brett: If only Conor was the only other person present, he thought, watching Bo fix his new tie. At least he wouldn't embarrass Bo or their demon with his distinctly unsophisticated style of dress. Letting the two of them dress him for today was the only smart thing he'd done.

Sighing, he took Bo's arm. "It's not too late for us to go to the moon."

Bo: "Don't be so dramatic. You're not going to lose your head." Metaphorically or literally. "Let's enjoy the champagne and Conor in his suit."

Brett: Brett nodded and took a calming breath. "Okay. We can do that."

Bo: "We don't have to say a single word in English if you don't want."

Luke: Meanwhile, Luke was speaking the Queen's English to Fletcher, helping him take a seat while instinctively looking around for things he could do to help.

"There's Sash and Quintin, do you want to come with me to say hello?"

Brett: "I might take you up on that." Anything that could even remotely be considered a form of self-defense would be thoroughly exploited.

And if that failed, at least he wasn't the only human (sort of) in attendance.

Bo/Fletcher/Sash: Fletcher couldn't seem to let go of his green tweed suit. If not his tie, his blazer, if not his blazer, adjusting his belt. He didn't like suits. He had nothing against Luke or anyone else wearing one, but he would not do any suit any justice. Frankly, he was surprised to have been invited in the first place.

"I look like shit," he hissed. "I gue - I dunno em." Though he admired the taller, older one's suit from afar. Turtleneck and blazer? Less shit to wear. He wished he'd thought of that. The younger one looked as stiff as he felt, and the least dressed of all. Sash had left his blazer in his brother's jeep. Too hot, he insisted. Jeans, tan brogues, a suit vest - his tie was only due to Q's nagging. Not five minutes from parking and already it was being loosened.

"How long do you give them?" Bo whispered, taking a seat to the left of the arbor, away from everyone else.

Luke: "That's okay, I'll be right back." he kissed Fletcher's cheek, "Relax, beautiful. You look perfect. Just sit down." And another kiss to Fletcher's hand before he slinked away to smile at Q and Sash.

"Hello, welcome." Sash would find Luke's presence automatically calming. There would be no trick here, no purposeful action to sway emotions, it was simply how humans reacted. Knowing this was why Luke felt the need to greet them. "Have you been here long?"

Brett: "How long do I give what?" Brett asked, switching back to Norwegian. Far safer than whispering. "Their marriage?"

Bo/Sash/Q: Sash took a deep breath and smiled. No facial hair; Luke's words would be an easy read. He could swear he saw an accent from those lips, too.

"Nice to meet you. Do I know you?"

Q elbowed in. "His name is Luke." His name was fingerspelled. "This is my brother, Sash. We just got here." While Sash's shoulders began to sag, Q's suddenly tightened. He didn't understand why.

Bo was going to continue his whisper in Norwegian, which he had yet to deviate from.

"Mhm. A vampire and a reaper. I wonder if it's common."

Luke: 'It's nice to meet you, Sash,' Luke signed in perfect ASL, 'I've heard so much about you from Sean, he doesn't stop talking about you.' The angel laughed. 'Do you know anyone else here?'

Brett: "Don't know how common it is, but my bet is probably few hundred years. They're both immortal."

Bo/Sash: Sash's smile grew. 'I've never met so many people in a small town that just know ASL.' He had questions, but managed to hold his tongue. Anyone else? A terrifying fucking vampire and his lover he can't seem to get away from.

His eyes fell and he shook his head. 'No.'

"So, vampires can love. Who would've thought," Bo sighed. His attention was taken by the sign language on the other side of the arbor. "I'm still trying to understand why a vampire gave me a new tongue, and here we sit at another's wedding. Should I be surprised anymore?"

Luke: Ah, lovely. He only knew ASL as his angel form allowed, but he couldn't exactly explain that... 'I hope that means you feel comfortable here. If you find yourself needing me I'm sat over there.' he motioned to where Fletcher was sat.

"Quintin, is your partner coming? I heard about him from Sean, too."

Brett: A smile teased at Brett's lips. "Well, we live in Edenton so probably not. There's good surprises too, though. At least for us."

Bo/Sash/Q: Ah, ha. "It's Q, and uh, yes. Not sure when. I should text him." So he would do that right now, abandoning his brother with the angel.

"I'll be fine. I read lips. Anyone got a bushy beard I need to worry about?"

Bo smiled only because Brett had. "There is a prince in Oslo. Did I not tell you? I bet you can guess the name."

Luke: "My apologies, Ronan calls you Quintin." he smiled. "Ronan's friend Salt has the biggest beard, I believe. Have you met Aidan? He has a little beard, which is mainly stubble, I'm not sure how that impacts your lip-reading."

Brett: That smile faltered. "Would it happen to be your uncle Johan?" he asked quietly.

Bo/Sash: "Thick ones around the lips make em hard to read," he explained, watching his brother with his nose in his phone. Tane would be a comfort to have. He was the largest man he knew in Edenton. Maybe a bouncer could save him if not Sean.

Bo inclined his head and let it fall. Very good, Brett.

Luke: "What about accents?" Luke leaned against a chair, clearly extremely interested in Sash.

Brett/Tane: Brett sighed and closed his eyes. "Great. So much for pleasant surprises." Where was Conor? They needed something beautiful and good to look at and think about.

Tane was just finishing getting ready when his phone went off.

{Text} Hey gorgeous, sorry I'm running late

{Text} On my way out the door now!

Bo/Sash/Q: "Accents? Have you met Sean?" He waved away his tease. "If I don't get it, I ask." This guy sure was polite. He felt like one of those bible thumpers he met that one summer his mother insisted they give church a try. Not bad, just...different.

"Is it really a surprise, given everything you know about me and what I did?" said Bo.

{Text} Don't die. I'll meet you in the parking lot

Luke: Luke laughed. Fair point. "And your voice... forgive me if I'm asking too many questions, feel free to tell me to go away, but... does that hurt, at all?"

Brett/Tane: "It's not a surprise, but the fact that it isn't has nothing to do with you." He took advantage of the fact that everyone seemed to be ignoring them and pulled his lovely Botan into a brief kiss.

{Text} I'll drive fast but safely, promise

Luckily the roads were pretty much empty, allowing him to keep his promise and arrive in record time.

Bo/Sash/Q: Sash suddenly looked confused. "Hurt? Why?" That was new.

Bo said nothing else, turning his attention to where Brett wanted him. Brief was all he could give. His patience was on a thread. He wanted Conor beside them.

Q would be waiting beside his newly washed Geo Tracker, ass leaned against the driver door while playing Tetris.

Luke: "Hm... I'm imagining you speak through vibrations, am I correct? Does this not sometimes cause your throat to feel sore? Of course, I'm speaking as someone with no knowledge on the topic, forgive my ignorance."

Sash: Sash shook his head and smiled. 'Put shit in your ears. Blast music full volume, then try to talk without being able to hear yourself.'

Brett/Tane: A thought Brett shared wholeheartedly. He had no idea how they were going to get through this without being able to touch and kiss their demon as much as they wanted; they were spoiled to him.

Tane spotted Q immediately. Now that was a lovely view. “Hey, gorgeous,” he called, grinning as he made his way over. “You look fantastic.”

Luke/Ronan/Aidan: "I will give it a try and report back to you." He chuckled.

"Okay, guys, I think my tie's fine now! I'm ready jus'... go out an' take care of guests or whatever. Not you, Aidan. You've gotta stay with me."

Aidan... was still taken aback by the fact that Ronan had asked him to give him away. It was... strange and unprecedented but... nice. He was absolutely touched by the request, and so he helped Sean and Conor depart despite their objections. He wanted time to talk to his brother.

Bo/Q: Q didn't think too much of his outfit. Turtlenecks and blazers had been a Chicago fashion he couldn't shake. One oftentimes worn by his father. He simply smiled at Tane's flattery. "You look good enough to eat."

Bo traced his fingertips over the back of Brett's hand, looking back towards the small cottage. Oh. He drummed his fingers on that hand now. "He's out."

Brett/Tane: Tane gave Q a wicked little grin. "If you ask nicely I might let you," he said, offering his arm to escort Q back to the seating area. Suit or no suit, he was still a gentleman.

Brett tried to draw comfort and calm from Bo's touch, tried to breathe deeply to make himself relax. It was Bo had said; they were here for Conor.

And as such, it came as a massive relief to have him finally come into view.

Brett smiled. "He looks handsome in his suit."

Sean/Conor: Sean and Conor's gaze went in opposite directions, searching for their respective companions.

Conor saw his pair first, raising a hand to greet and show them that they've been spotted too. He gave his brother's arm a pat before leaving him to his own devices. Once his Petal and Flower were met he kissed both of their cheeks.

'You look really good. Thank you for coming.'

Bo/Sash/Q: Bo's smile broadened. There was their man.

'Doesn't he clean up well?' He would have taken the compliment for himself, but his cheek was still pink from when Brett had rubbed his beard against him.

Q looked at the arm and scoffed. "Can we forgo all of the formalities and just let me ride your shoulders back?" Fine, fine. He would walk beside him.

Sash had taken a seat in the nearest chair, playing a game on his phone, oblivious to the man walking up behind him.

Brett/Tane: Never had a kiss been so welcome. "If I do it's only because the two of you dressed me." Another sneaky look to make sure no one was watching. Coast clear, he gave Conor a proper kiss.

Tane chuckled. "I think our hosts would frown upon that. We've gotta behave."

Sean/Conor: Oh! Conor couldn't help but smile into such a bold kiss. Fingers hook around Brett's clothing, tugging him closer. Fair is fair. A quick glance around and he brought Bo in for the same treatment, still holding tightly onto his Petal.

Sean smiled, taking in Sash's outfit. He slid over to a table, pulling out a flower from the display. In a moment he swiftly got on one knee at Sash's feet, offering the flower with a smile.

Bo/Sash/Q: He wished to photograph their kiss. One day he must. If he ever lost his memory again, moments like these would have to be preserved for him.

Bo leaned into his kiss and sighed. Gone less than an hour, but still the hybrid was missed.

"Everything alright?" Enjoy his native tongue, Conor.

Sean's gaze was followed, and then studied as he walked away for - oh. You beautiful idiot. Sash's smile was all but blinding. He had to say what he was thinking. 'Idiot. Get up and come here.'

Q scoffed at the romantic displays across the lawn.

"Is no one single anymore?"

Brett/Tane: All Bo had to do was ask and Brett was rather inclined to let him. He was more than happy to be photographed as long as it meant he got to be in their demon's arms.

"Well we are at a wedding," Tane chuckled. "And can we really talk? That'd be us if Luke were here."

Sean/Conor: That smile never failed to make Sean feel faint. The flower was placed on Sash's lap as he rose. Hands went straight to the human's jaw, guiding him into a kiss from where he hovered above.

'My brother should be out soon. Matheus will come first.' Conor gestured so that he could sit between them.

Bo/Sash/Q: "Have I seen Matheus before?" He knew of him, of course, but face-to-face? For all he knew, the man was one of his tormentors.

With a nod, Bo moved over a seat for Conor to sandwich in.

'His long is a wedding?' asked Sash, leaning back up to steal another quick kiss before Sean could answer.

"Luke in a suit... that wouldn't last five minutes," he grinned.

Brett/Tane: Brett felt himself tense again. He didn't want to see Matheus. Or Ronan for that matter. He could only hope they were too focused on each other and their wedding day to notice his presence.

Tane just grinned. "He wears one every day. You should ask him to come by sometime right after he leaves work."

Sean/Conor: 'Hopefully not too long... You look so good in that I think I might pass out.' more kisses, Sash. More. More.

Conor thought for a moment before shaking his head. 'I don't think so, unless you've crossed paths in a book store or something like that. Guildias wasn't invited in case you were wondering.' directed at Brett.

Bo/Sash/Q: Sean soon had his mouth covered by his giggling human. "Shut up. Shh." No more. They're in public around dangerous people!

"He lives and works in Raleigh. I doubt we're going to have the pleasure unless we stay at his place."

Well, that was one less worry, thought Bo.

Brett/Tane: "I figured as much," said Brett, nodding. He couldn't see Ronan or Matheus inviting him to their wedding after the little incident with the negotiations.

Tane seemed to consider the matter very seriously. "I think maybe a trip to Raleigh is in order. A surprise one in fact."

Sean/Conor: Sean laughed too, giddy with happiness as he held him human close, kissing him lovingly. Public? Around... people? No, no. They're the only ones here. The world is theirs.

Hm...

'If you are both introduced officially to my family you will have to spend time with him.'

Bo/Sash/Q: "Fuck yes. Could do it tonight, even. I know he's got the next two days off."

If only Sash could carry as much elation as his counterpart. Still, he laughed and nuzzled, doing his vest to ignore those around them, those approaching from behind the house, and those within.

'I've already met Ronan and Aidan,' Bo pointed out. 'The one left is occupied.'

Brett/Tane: “Then it’s settled. Tonight after the wedding we’re taking a little road trip to Raleigh and see if we can catch our blondie in his work suit.

Surely there was some way they could be introduced to Conor’s family without having to deal with Matheus? He hoped?

“I’ve only met Ronan.”

Sean/Conor: Conor looked around and - eugh, Sean needs to stop. He cringed.

'Do you want to meet Sean?' he glanced between them both. He was... hoping that they did.

Bo/Q: What was that face for? Bo smiled. We were just kissing your face, Flame.

"It's the kind of day for formal introduction." He supposed he would have to switch to English, then.

"Maybe on the way we can get you your own car," Q smirked.

Brett/Tane: "I do have my own car!" Tane pointed at his Range Rover. At some point it simply got too expensive to keep renting a car and since he was going to be here for a while, he bit the bullet and bought a used 2010 Range Rover Sport. "Suits me just fine."

It was the kind of day for formal introduction. And since Sean wasn't Ronan or Matheus, surely it was safe to interact with him.

"I agree. We should meet him," said Brett.

Sean/Conor: Conor nodded, smiling. Of course he couldn't call him over so he brought his phone out and texted him.

With a huff Sean pulled away from Sash's addictive lips. He read the message, saying he wants him to meet the people he's with and where he is.

Looking around he spotted the waving hand.

"Conor wants me t'meet some people. I'll be right back, okay?" One last, lingering kiss before he excused himself - actually maybe one more kiss. Okay, NOW he's gone!

Sean went over, grinning.

"Hey, brother!"

Conor stood, 'This is Flower,' he signed without thinking, just as he had done to Aidan, 'and this is Petal.'

Sean looked very confused.

Bo/Sash/Q: Bo watched as Conor's brother was pulled back into a third and final kiss by what he assumed was a deaf human. As the reaper made his way over he stood straightening his suit, offering his hand afterward.

My sweet flame...

"My formal name is Bo. Bo Nowicki. Hello."

Q glanced back to what couldn't be seen. "You mean that's not another rental? Look at you!" he laughed.

Brett/Tane: “Nope!” Tane said proudly. “Got sick of rentals. That guy who works at the marina was selling his Range Rover to buy himself a boat so I took it off his hands.” He snuck a kiss. “We can take it up to Raleigh.”

Brett’s cheeks went bright red at Conor’s introduction. He cleared his throat. “Brett,” he managed. “Parker.”

Sean/Conor: ... Oh. Oops.

Sean chuckled, shaking their hands with a warm smile.

"Nice t'meet you both." Ronan wouldn't let Sean invite one more person, but here Conor is with two... two people Conor had wanted him to meet... two people that he seemed to be idly brushing his index fingers against. Hm. "How d'you guys all know each other?"

Bo/Q: I see where you're looking.

Bo gestured to the sheriff. "In the rain outside of a coffee shop." To Conor. "On a bus, and we lost each other." Vague enough.

"Raleigh, Kitty Hawk, anywhere you want, partner," Q grinned.

Brett/Tane: Tane grinned. "We should try to take a trip at least once a month."

Had he ever felt this self-conscious? He doubted it.

But Conor's touch, no matter how small, was far too much comfort for him to move away from it.

He cleared his throat again. "And I met Conor through Botan." Yes, vague. Vague was good.

Sean/Conor: "A... bus? In Edenton?"

Conor shook his head. 'We met before, I recognised him and spoke to him.' Why be vague? 'Brett is the sheriff.' His eyes smiled as he looked at Brett and his brother found it impossible not to notice.

"Oh... yeah?" he asked, pulling his gaze away from Conor. "In this town? Must be boring."

Bo: Bo kept to himself, observing Sean from shoes to hair. Nothing to do but see Brett's reaction.

Brett: What could he do with a look like that except melt internally?

"Oh, well." He gave a nervous chuckle. "It has its moments. "

Sean/Conor: "Huh... an' what d'you do, Bo-... Botan? 'scuse me if I'm not pronouncin' that right." With Sean's eyes on Bo, Conor briefly brushed his finger over the back of Brett's hand.

Bo: "Bo," he corrected. Botan was sacred. He didn't know why, it just was. "I'm...an investor." Eyes engaging, but his hand was exploring the cuff of Conor's blazer.

Brett: It seemed they were both trying to draw comfort from their demon any way they could.

Brett was just going to keep quiet unless he was spoken to.

Sean: Movement caused Sean's gaze to fall from Bo's face. Their hands...

He didn't fully understand what he was witnessing, he didn't entirely get why Conor had wanted him to meet these guys. But... he could only be happy. It was so unbelievably beautiful to see his brother be close to others.

"An investor? That's pretty awesome. Are you the people Conor lives with now? ... Or spends a lot of time with, or something?"

Bo: "Yes, we are." A glance was given to the boy hunched over with his phone. Back to the reaper. "And is he yours?"

Sean: Damn, Sean liked the sound of that.

"Yeah." He clarified, grinning, "He's mine." But that's not what's important here. "D'you guys know Ro an' Matheus or are you jus' here for Con?"

Bo: "I'm here for Conor and Brett," he said simply.

Brett: Oh yes, he knew them. Brett nodded, smiled pleasantly. "Same here."

Sean/Conor: Ah, he nodded. "Thanks for comin', anyway. I hope you have a good time. Con." He pulled Conor into a hug and kissed both of his cheeks before speaking in Irish, "If you ever have something you want to tell me, I'm right here. I'm never too busy for you. I love you." He pulled back ans returned to English to address Conor's companions, "See you around." He waved at them and went to return to... what was his.

Bo: Bo's smile grew to the beautiful Irish and the words flowing. He waited for his departure, back to the man easily startled by his sudden touch.

"Never too busy," said in Norwegian. "And he loves you. I like him."

Brett: Sean seemed like a perfectly nice, perfectly polite person, and while Brett appreciated both of those things, it was the way he interacted with Conor that truly made him feel a bit more at ease. Biased as it was, he had a soft spot for anyone who treated the people he loved kindly.

And apparently, so did Bo.

"I like him, too."

Conor: Was... that... a blush on Conor's face? He was smiling and looking down at his feet. Oh dear. The hybrid rubbed the back of his neck.

Bo: His hand was taken, and he was led the two feet back to their chairs. This was a lot of public affection, but they were alone. Their own private bubble. This didn't count.

"Has he always been so polite?"

Conor: In turn, Conor took Brett's hand to bring him with them.

He shrugged and nodded. 'Yes. His love has never been anything but unconditional. When my father found out that he was gay he tried to throw him out, and the next day Sean nursed his hangover. Maybe it isn't politeness, but gentility and kindness. No problem is too big or too small to share with him. I'm happy that you both like him. He was the one who taught me sign language when I lost my voice. We learnt it together.'

Brett/Tane: As they slipped into their bubble again, Brett found himself appreciating Sean more and more. Not everyone was lucky enough to have a brother like that, so willing to pour his love and his time and his patience on you any and every time you needed it.

"I'm so glad he's your brother," said Brett, smiling softly. "He sounds like a wonderful person, and I'm glad you had a person like that in your life growing up and that you still do."

Bo: "I should be thanking him for his generosity." That was the most Conor had ever shared in one instance. The brother was revered. This was someone Conor gave a shit about, which meant he had to give a shit. He couldn't muster the strength to concern himself with everyone, but if there had to be anyone then by all means, Sean Archer.

Then he locked eyes with Brett.

"You've learned two languages since meeting me. Look at you now, how considerate, how...you're you. You two are similar. It strikes me."

Conor: Conor smiled. A genuine, content smile. He glanced over to see his brother nuzzling into his boyfriend and kissing his cheek a thousand times. He wondered if Sash was aware of how lucky he is, and through this he came to the realisation that he is also very lucky. He, also, has unconditional love at his fingertips.

Wait- WHAT?

He cringed, 'Please don't say Petal is similar to Sean, that makes me feel...' he shuddered.

Brett: The comparison moved him. It hadn't occurred to Brett that most other people wouldn't have learned two languages to better connect with their significant others or that his level of consideration was outside the norm. He couldn't remember ever really stopping to think about it; it was simply what he'd felt compelled to do. He would learn a thousand languages for Bo and Conor.

However, the touched look on his face dissolved into mirth at Conor's reaction.

He laughed.

Bo: "Unnskyld," Bo chuckled. "Jeg skal ikke gjøre det igjen." I won't do it again. Still, Brett's realization was a truth he admired. For a man as humble as the sheriff, he was so much more than he let on.

Conor/Aidan/Ronan: Conor shook his head, smiling.

Meanwhile, Aidan was kneeling on the floor in front of his brother, drying his tears. He had said only kind words, but they had resulted in Ronan crying from happiness. It's a good thing he hadn't been wearing makeup, it would definitely be ruined.

"How... how's Matheus? He's gettin' ready alone. Can you go check on him?"

"Yeah, Ro. I've got my phone so jus' call me if you need me, okay?" he kissed his brother's head as he got to his feet and left, heading for the room his... brother-in-law was getting ready in. He'll knock and announce who it is.

Matheus: The door was in the middle of being opened when Aidan knocked. He felt Ronan's tears and wedding be damned, he wanted to check on him.

"Oh. You slipped right by me." And what did he mean by that? "Hello, Aidan."

Aidan: Aidan blinked. Eh?

"Hello. Would I be correct in assuming you heard Ronan?"

Matheus: "Is he alright?"

Aidan: "Jus' got overwhelmed I think. Asked me t'check on you. Need a hand with anything?"

Matheus: "Oh." Overwhelmed?

'Ronan, he says you're overwhelmed. Do we need to delay? Do you want to see me?'

"I'm ready. It's about Ronan now."

Aidan/Ronan: "Why's it about Ro?"

'Not that kind of overwhelmed!' were the thoughts Matheus was offered, 'If I see you I have no doubt we'll fuck. Just so you know.'

Matheus: 'Well we can't have that. Not for at least another hour.'

Oh, right. Aidan. "Because you said he's overwhelmed."

Aidan: Seems like you're a bit distracted, buddy.

"An' you're not?"

Matheus: "He's already my husband. This is to declare to everyone else, human or otherwise."

Aidan: "You ain't nervous? Even a little? You're about t'go up on stage in fronna everyone an' you're fine?"

Matheus: "What had concerned me has been dealt with. While I don't like crowds, I'm not so anxious as to," frenzy, "devastate the evening."

Aidan: "Did you write your own vows?"

Matheus: "Yes."

Aidan: Aidan nodded. "Can I come in?" They were still in the doorway...

Matheus: He glanced back, widened the door. "I just need to put away the mirror."

Aidan: He entered, nodding. The door was softly shut behind him.

"Matheus... I know you likely got used t'not havin' family, an' I know I'm prob'ly the last person you want t'hear this from, but it's the truth. We are family now. That means... your problems are mine, too. Sean's too. Conor's too. Since we were all young that's how we've survived. Jus' know that no problem is too small an' none of us are ever too busy. That's something I tried t'teach 'em... Sean does a better job of it than me, though. You're part of that, too. If you ever need any of us, for whatever reason, never hesitate."

Matheus: A closed door was enough of an indication to listen. This being Aidan, he expected a speech on how he should treat Ronan preciously; that he wished it hadn't been him, but here they were bound together by circumstance. What was given contradicted quite a bit, but presented a new unexpected predicament.

"I will...consider what you're saying. Even when I was alive, my family wasn't close. Not by any means similar to an Archer. I would say it was a different time, but I'm not much older than you. Emily, Harriett, Edward, my mother, we were blood, but we were not bonded by it. Watching you all, I'm grateful Ronan had you, and has you still."

Aidan: "I think we're so close because we all went through the same trauma. In that sense, I am glad your family didn't experience that. It's a hefty price t'pay for closeness." Regardless...

"I am more grateful that Ronan has you now. I think you can understand him, I think you help him. When he... did that to himself... I could never wrap my head around it. I saw so many people die in my time as a human, but Ronan chose to leave, and that hurt more than cancer forcin' our ma', or my brother at gun point." He took a deep breath, remembering that Conor chose the same fate. "Thank you, Matheus. Thank you for bein' someone who can finally help him be happy."

Matheus: What a heavy conversation on his wedding day. It had been so long since having spoken to someone like this, someone outside of politics, someone not Ronan.

"May I ask...how it happened to you?"

Aidan: "Nothin' interestin'. I was trampled by a horse an' the carriage it was pullin'." he smiled sadly. "I wish I could have given that to someone else, I suffered less than them."

Matheus: The Malkavian blinked. "I imagine, from experience and - that a gunshot would be much quicker." A smile was attempted. "Bad luck, mate."

Aidan: "The death itself, but the fear of bein' kidnapped isn't somethin' I'd want for them. Or anyone." Ugh, yes. Heavy conversation! Shake it off. "Congratulations, Matheus. Welcome to the Irish Mob." Ah, a joke! He's grinning.

Matheus: "Oh, well, if we talk of kidnappings, that I have experienced. The only time I'd ever killed anyone with my bare hands." His polite smile followed. "I think my brother would have loved your sense of humor."

Aidan: Wait, what? Aidan blinked.

"Well I'm sorry I didn't get t'meet him." He'll just focus on that for now. "Is there anythin' I can help you with?" Aside from taking it upon himself to move closer and straighten Matheus' tie.

Matheus: Matheus stiffened with his nearness, caught off guard by any neutral or even friendly touch by this man. Aidan was right. This would take getting used to.

"Is everything ready?"

Aidan: Aidan nodded, noticing, but not commenting on, the reaction. It was okay. He patted Matheus' shoulder and gave him a little squeeze.

"Yeah. D'you need me t'check anythin' in particular? Conor an' Sean are outside now tendin' t'guests. Everyone is set up an' ready."

Matheus: "Are all guests in attendance?"

Aidan: He brought out his phone, "So far Salt an' Tristan... an' Billy Gale haven't arrived."

Matheus: "You have a plus one?"

Aidan: "Of course. June. She isn't here yet, either. I told her to come later so that she wasn't sat alone, but since Luke an' Fletcher are here now I should let her know."

Matheus: All of these people for other's benefit. He simply smiled, brief though it was. "How did you two come to meet?"

Aidan: "Q got her number for me an' then Sean forced me t'text her." he smiled at the memory. That felt like so long ago... "I went on down t'where she was workin'... an' that was it. Nothin' could've pulled me away from her."

Matheus: "Oh, yes. Mr. Traxler. I hear he's more than he appears to be. Your June, she is human?"

Aidan: "June is human." he nodded, "Q... it isn't my place to get involved with that. I can only hope things work out."

Matheus: "What do you mean by that?"

Aidan: "Bein' what he is... but Sash is human."

Matheus: "Half-brothers. Are they aware?"

Aidan: "I don't know. I don't have to know, it has nothing to do with me."

Matheus: "Given how adamant Sean is with....Sash. One day it might become your business."

Aidan: "Then it is not a problem for now. It's not a problem for your weddin' day."

Matheus: "No. This is just a conversation between the two of us."

Aidan: "I'm not fond of discussin' other people's problems."

Matheus: "I don't like when they become a glaring issue in which I have to become involved. Scars from being an inspector, I suppose."

Aidan: The reaper nodded.

"Let's cross that bridge when we come to it."

Matheus: 'Your brother could have been an inspector.'

"Indeed. I'm going to see Ronan now."

Aidan/Ronan: Ronan blinked, 'Why?' That was a weird fucking thing to suddenly think. 'He's a lawyer, isn't that the same thing?'

"Yeah? Go ahead. I'll go out an' check on the guests. Give me a ring if you need me." he nodded by way of departure and excused himself.

Matheus: Aidan was thanked and followed down the spiral staircase in pursuit of his fiance. He would rather answer his question in person.

Ronan: His soon-to-be-husband would be found secretly stuffing his face with cold leftover pizza from the night before which he had managed to sneak into his room without anyone noticing.

Matheus: "Enjoying that, are you?"

Ronan: Ronan groaned like he was having an orgasm. "I haven't eaten since this fuckin' mornin'."

Matheus: "Save room for your wedding cake and then describe it to me at length."

Ronan: He laughed, throwing the half-eaten slice back into the box and wiping his hands. Oh... He blinked at the sight of his vampire, swallowing the food in his mouth before smiling.

"Baby... c'mere..."

Matheus/Q: Ronan's line of sight was followed, self-consciously straightening his vest.

"Is it too much? Too little?" He stepped forward.

Q looked around admiring the other guests, looking for June and her bright little voice.

Tane's ribs were nudged. "If you had to have a wedding, how would you want it?"

June/Tane: Tane thought for a moment. "Nothing as formal as this. Probably something short and simple on the beach with a bonfire or something after. Good food, good music. More of a party than a wedding, I guess."

Aidan had told her he'd text her when to come to the wedding, but she was far too worried about not having enough time to get ready to wait so as soon as her hair and dress and makeup were perfect she left her house.

Or rather she had Tristan pick her up because she didn't want to drive in heels. She texted Aidan as they pulled in.

{Text to Aidan} I'm here!

Aidan/Ronan: {Text: June} I'm just outside, follow the flowers on the wall.

"It's perfect..." Hands smoothed over Matheus' chest, "you're perfect."

Matheus/Q: "You're a vision," Matheus smiled. "I need a photo of you like this...and one for every article of clothing removed."

Q shrugged. "I have two speeds if I had to. Either a rave or a jazz club. There is no in between."

June/Tristan/Tane: "Beach rave," Tane said with a grin.

{Text} Will do!

"Come on, Tristan," she said, looping her arm through his and leading him over.

"You're very demanding today," he chuckled.

"I'm just excited. I love weddings and Ronan and Matheus are so cute!"

Ronan: Ronan giggled, "We gotta take some together, too." tiptoeing was required to kiss Matheus' nose.

Matheus/Q: "We have all the time in the world after we say I do." Being on his toes wasn't necessary. Matheus would meet him halfway, holding him by his rear and - no. These were nice clothes. Ronan would catch the sight of self-restraint.

Q looked the bouncer over from the corner of his eyes. "Mmhmm." I hear what you're saying. "But, you know, it's not my thing. You though. You should get your beach wedding."

Tane: Tane shrugged. "I'd need a groom for that first. Not something I really think about anymore." The last time he'd actively imagined a wedding it had been a far-flung fantasy involving Logan's dad when they were in high school. Then Logan's dad had married someone else, spelling the end of that.

Aidan/Ronan: "Mmm. I do. I do. I do, I do, I do, I do. I do. I - uh .... oh yeah! I do."

As soon as June and Tristan came into sight Aidan smiled - but the second he took her in that was all gone. He covered his mouth in shock, and looked around.

"Ohh... what should I do? You've made me weak. Ah-" he put a hand on his own chest, "My heart! How can you do this to me? Tristan! Be on stand-by with an ambulance I think I'm gonna faint." he took June's hand and pulled her close.

Matheus/Q: The Malkavian almost laughed. His smile as loud as he would be, covering Ronan's mouth to shush. "Just a few moments."

June was there to save Q from wondering if he was the reason Tane abandoned his dream of marriage. Today was meant to be a pleasant day, not one to debate whether or not it was time to push his lover away.

"Look at Little Miss Junebug."

June/Tane: Q need only ask and Tane would dispel any worries. Even if he didn't ask, perhaps he'd tell him anyway if it came up one day.

"She looks like a princess," he said with a grin as June laughed and tugged her boyfriend down for a kiss.

"You're ridiculous," June laughed. "And even though I still think this dress was too much for a wedding I'll take all the compliments I get for it." Another kiss then, more softly, "Hey, Prince Charming."

Ronan: With a smile, hands settled on June's face, thumbs brushing over her cheeks lovingly. "Hello, gorgeous, I've missed you." he carefully allowed his forehead to rest on hers to whisper. "You're makin' all the flowers jealous of you, you're too beautiful."

The reaper giggled against that familiar hand. He gave that palm a kiss.

Matheus: Matheus' smile lingered. "I have a prediction. Your brother Aidan and Ms. Lujano will not be far behind. That's going to be quite the wedding."

Ronan's hair was kissed. "It's time. Are you ready?"

June: "You're gonna make me blush, Aidan Archer. Who gave you permission to say such swoon-worthy things?"

Aidan/Ronan: "I think it comes with the title." He kissed her forehead and straightened. "Tristan, Ro's still inside but Sean an' everyone else is around. You don't happen t'know where Salt is, do you?"

"Really?... But she's human, baby."

Matheus/Salt: "She is," Matheus said evenly. "As is the boy Sean is infatuated with. Both are going to have hardship."

Salt had learned the phrase "fashionably late" just today. His suit was suffocating, though he was ensured by Circe that his outfit was acceptable. Handsome, even. The blue complemented his eyes, and the texture and fit accentuated his figure. Despite being invited with a plus one, the Ananasi arrived alone.

{Text via Salt} Where are you? {Text} I apologize for my tardiness.

June/Tristan: June's smile got even wider. "Aww, I love that you take your nickname seriously." He was doing an effortless job with it.

Tristan shook his head. "I don't, sorry. Didn't see him when we were driving up here." He decided to take his leave, letting the two lovebirds make kissy faces at each other while he said hello to Sean.

Ronan/Aidan: "Yeah. We're lucky, ain't we, baby?" he smiled, nuzzling into Matheus' neck, "We're real lucky." Oh. He was distracted by his phone, bringing it out when we could pull himself away from his husband to be. "Oh, it's Salt."

{Text: Sugar} In the house, every1 is round back

And then Ronan sent his friend a picture of himself and Matheus he forced the vampire to take.

"Come," Aidan took June's hand, "I need to greet Luke an' Fletcher an' ask Fletcher where his ma' is. She's invited for... some reason."

Matheus/Salt/Fletcher: "I would say we are." Though they would last significantly longer, one day they too would know hardship. Not for some three hundred years at least, he hoped.

Salt stared at the photo before saving it. {Text: Ronan} May I come in?

Fletcher was in the middle of texting his mother, doing his level best to encourage her to take the final steps into the park towards the vampire and assorted others.

June: "Aww, that's sweet that he invited her," said June, twining their fingers together. "Fletcher's mom mostly keeps to herself it seems like. I hope she decides to come." The moment she spotted Luke she waved. "Hi, Luke!"

Ronan/Aidan/Luke: {Text: Sugar} Come In!!!!!!!!

"Yeah me too, seems like Ro has his heart set on her comin'." He smiled when Luke and Fletcher come into sight. Luke stood to greet them.

"Hello, welcome. You look incredible, June."

"Mm hm, don't she? Hey, Fletcher."

Salt/Fletcher: Salt opened the door expecting to be burned by some sort of Malkavian spell. Shoulders lost much of their tension at the sight and lack of ignition.

"I've never seen you so handsome." His phone was put away. "There is a woman in the vehicle lot dressed for the occasion. Long in years, sharp nose, light hair?"

Fletcher glanced up from his phone and -

"Oh damn, Junebug. Look at cha!"

June: "That's even sweeter. I wonder where she is?"

Before June had a chance to look around for the as yet absent Billy Gale her eyes landed on Luke and Fletcher and her face nearly split in two with a smile.

"Look at me, look at ya'll! You look so pretty!" Each of them was given a hearty squeeze in turn. "Where's your mama?"

Ronan/Luke: "That's a fuckin' insult an' a lie an' you know it." Because Ronan ALWAYS looks this handsome. "Oh! That's ma'! Is she alone?"

Luke looked to Fletcher, "Is she... okay with coming?"

Salt/Fletcher: "She was by herself, yes." She had appeared anxious, but he didn't see what relevance that had for Ronan.

Fletcher squeezed June as always, kissing her cheek just shy of her eye.

"It's fine. Y'all excuse me."

He headed for the little house, freezing at the blue door. He wanted to grab Ronan for them both to get his mother, but that subtle scent...

{Text: Archer One} Help me get Mama.

June: Fletcher was squeezed back with the usual loving enthusiasm. "Go ahead, doll. I hope she's all right."

As Fletcher moved away, June smiled at Luke. "Hey, sugar. How you been?"

Ronan/Luke/Aidan: "Let me know if you need anything." Fletcher's hand would be briefly caught and squeezed as he departed, though he was back to his smiling self as soon as June spoke. "I've been well! Please have a seat. Your dress - I just - did you get that for her?"

"Yes, I did." Aidan smiled, "Best trillion dollars ever spent."

Ronan glanced at his phone when it buzzed. "Oh, thanks Salt." he leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Make yourself at home, I'm gonna go see if she's okay." he then kissed Matheus' cheek, "Fletcher asked for help bringin' her in. I'll be right back."

{Text: Centipede} Where r u?

Fletcher/Billy Gale: The Samsa had moved away from the cottage, towards the scent of his mother. He could feel the stress radiating from her and he couldn't blame her. This was exceeding her limit.

{Text} Heading where everyone parked.

Billy Gale stood in between Tane Lukela and the sheriff's SUVs, teetering in beige ankle boots, hands wrung in thought. Fletcher smiled softly when she came into view.

"That new?"

She glanced to her pink pencil dress with elbow length sleeves. It suited her age, she thought.

"No. It's old. Was longer. I touched it up."

"C'mere, Mama."

The old Fera leaned into her son's chest and sighed. "What are we doing?" humor managed to seep through her anxiety.

June: "Isn't it beautiful?! He's such a sweet--" June poked Aidan in the ribs. "Very funny, Aidan Archer."

Honestly, she wouldn't have put it past him to spend a ridiculous amount of money on a dress. She knew very well this dress was a ridiculous amount. Maybe not a trillion, but certainly more than all her other dresses combined.

"He spoils me and I completely don't deserve it."

Ronan/Aidan/Luke: Oh. Great. Where everyone parked. How exactly was Ronan meant to go there? He took a deep breath and headed straight for it. He'll... keep a distance. Somehow.

"You do deserve it, you're my princess." he smiled and put an arm around her, resting a hand on her shoulder and rubbing her skin with his thumb.

"I agree with him. You definitely deserve nice things. In exchange for bringing so much joy to everyone around you."

Billy Gale: Billy Gale looked up when another body followed. Being with her son, her eyes had been closed. All eyes. For once she was surprised.

"Ro, honey. Ya look so handsome."

June: June leaned into Aidan and gave him a side hug. "The two of you are giving me way too much credit," she chuckled. "Gonna make me start blushing over here and I'm not even the bride." Speaking of (in a way), "Where's Ronan? He's probably bouncing off the walls with excitement."

Ronan/Aidan: "I jus' left him inside with Matheus. I think if we don't get started they're gonna go ahead without us. I could hear Ro say 'I do, I do, I do, I do!'"

Ronan smiled, raising a hand to wave. "Hey, ma'. You say that like it's a surprise."

Billy Gale/Fletcher: Her hand outstretched. "Come here and give me sugar! You're more handsome than ever!" Let's linger where it's safe, away from everyone else.

Fletcher gave her a squeeze. "Look at her all dressed up."

June: "Awww! That's so sweet!" She took both his and Luke's arms and led them over to the seating area.

"Let's go find our seats so you can get back to him. I'm so glad all my makeup is waterproof, I'm gonna cry my eyes out."

Ronan/Aidan/Luke: Ronan hesitated. A hand went out along with a weak smile. "The cars..." he looked to Fletcher. He'll help, right?

Luke laughed, "I think I'm going to cry, too."

But Aidan just scoffed. "Imagine how I feel..."

Billy Gale/Fletcher: The Goodman's smiled in return, something softly sympathetic.

"Ya got it in ya t'do it, son," she said, meeting him at the head of Tane Lukela's SUV. She would not press him with therapy on his wedding day.

June: June held up her clutch. “Don’t worry I brought two mini packs of tissues just to be safe. We’re covered.” She kissed Aidan’s cheek. “It’s gonna be so sweet to see you walk him down the aisle.”

Ronan/Aidan: Son?

Ronan smiled. That makes us brothers, Fletcher.

"It's my weddin' day, YOU come HERE." He stretched out his arms.

Aidan chuckled. "Please don't. If you get emotional I will too."

Billy Gale/Fletcher: Just a foot closer. The gap was closed and Ronan was squeezed in a suffocating motherly embrace, hands rubbing up and down his ribs. He might also feel Fletcher's hand on his shoulder, giving an equally firm squeeze.

June: "I would love to promise you that I won't but I know myself very well. I'm a crier, I needed to come prepared." She gestured at her face. "Waterproof makeup was made for people like me."

She tugged him down to kiss his cheek. "You were going to be emotional whether I end up crying or not. It's an emotional moment. Your baby brother is getting married."

Ronan/Aidan: Aidan shook his head, "Don't remind me." He may already be getting a little choked up...

Ronan hugged her tightly, nuzzling her neck. At the feeling of a hand on his shoulder he released her enough to squeeze Fletcher's wrist.

Billy Gale/Fletcher: "I can't think of advice to give you," she sniffed. There was something. "Be with someone that understands your worries. Someone that keeps their vows. Someone you can trust. If that man doesn't," she glanced to her son, "you tell us."

June: June gave Aidan another kiss. "It'll be fine. Even if we do end up blubbering, it'll be the good kind. And hey." She smiled up at him. "Enjoy it, okay? Embrace the moment."

Ronan/Aidan/Luke: Ronan laughed. "Then be happy for me, ma'. Matheus is all of that plus more." He kissed her cheek and pulled away, "There's nobody more perfect for me out there. I'm in good hands."

June's smile made Aidan and Luke do the same. "Embrace the moment..." The reaper exhaled. "Not long ago I didn't even know Ronan was alive and now I'm... walkin' him down the aisle. It's... it's crazy."

"Like June said, Aidan. It's all the good kind."

Billy Gale/Fletcher: "Like Mama said, he does somethin' outta line, ya come t'us. We'll just kill him," he smirked.

"Don't say it like that." She popped her sons chest with her fingertips. "We'll make him see reason first."

"With what, our jaws?"

"Hush."

June: June nodded in enthusiastic agreement. "Exactly. It seems to me like all of you were given a gift when you reunited. You're allowed to enjoy it. It might be crazy, sure, but that just makes it more special."

Ronan/Aidan/Luke: "Thank you, June. I'll be okay knowin' you're here." Aidan kissed her cheek. God. He loved her more and more each day. Love? Ah. Luke could see it all over Aidan's face, the angel wondered of she could, too.

Ronan playfully shoved Fletcher with a grin. "Oi. You know as much as I do that he's perfect, you jus' don't wanna admit it."

Billy Gale/Fletcher: "He's the only vampire I'll put any stock in. For your sake, love. I want you to be happy n'also safe. Remember we're always here. You're family."

Ronan was given a quick pat on his back.

"Gotta go be with everyone else now, mama."

Her smile faded. So many people. Too many.

"Hold my hands, boys."

June: She liked to think she could. Historically she hadn't always been the best judge of those kinds of things, but with Aidan she wanted to believe her gut was right.

"I am. Gonna be right there." She pointed to her seat. I'll send you good vibes."

Ronan/Aidan: Ronan easily took her hand. "I can't go to the seats yet, I gotta go back in soon. I'll take you some of the way, okay?"

"An' I'll accept them wholeheartedly. Sit down now, your feet must hurt."

Billy Gale/Fletcher: "It's safe to go in? Really?" she whispered.

"I'll be with ya, mama. Ronan won't let somethin' happen."

This was so out of the ordinary. The thought of even recollecting her day with fellow survivors hadn't crossed her mind. The very real possibility of being ostracized...

She began towards the vampire's cottage, and to the clearing where many eyes awaited, uttering another reminder that they were loved.

June: "Good." She kissed him again. "I wore flats but I'll sit anyway. You go be with Ronan."

Ronan/Aidan/Luke: "Mm hm. I'm your bodyguard, ma', which makes everyone here your bodyguard, too. They stand with me, an' I stand with you."

Aidan smiled, "Okay," he kissed her forehead and held out his phone for her to take, "here, so you can take pictures. You remember the password?"

That made Luke blink. He never expected Aidan to... trust someone at that level.

June: June took the camera and nodded. “Yep, I remember. I hope your phone is prepared, I plan to take a lot.” She’d even brought her little digital camera as backup.

Billy Gale/Fletcher: Fletcher watched his mother, knowing her mind was a whirl of clock pieces duct taped together, spinning wheels trying to understand the Irishman holding to her hand. She was baffled that he could utter such confidence after his own hardships and the yawning gap with his family with decades apart. She and her son could not trust their own species, not like that.

"Have you made your own vows?" she asked.

Ronan/Aidan/Luke: "Yeah. I know I'm gonna fuck mine up, though. I ain't got a way with words like Matheus does, the prick."

"Alright, we'll speak later, Luke." the blond nodded and smiled as Aidan escorted June to a seat.

Billy Gale: "You'll look into his eyes and all the romance will just spill out and you won't even notice us. Maybe. Hopefully," she smirked.

Ronan: "Or I jus' make some kinda dirty joke an' my brother hits me on the head." that sounded more likely. "You okay from here? I gotta head back in."

Billy Gale/Fletcher: Fletcher scoffed. "No one can say anything 'cause s'your weddin', dude."

"Everything will be fine. I'll - Yes, I'll be okay. We'll be here," nodded his pseudo mother.

Ronan: "A'ight, text me if you need anythin'." he kissed her cheek and unthinkingly did the same to Fletcher before scurrying off back inside.

Matheus: Matheus was alone, it seemed, staring at his pocket watch as though seeing through it.

"Everything alright?" he asked before the door could close. His mind was never too far from his already-but-not husband.

Ronan: Ronan ran up to the other, instantly wrapping arms around his waist. "Mmm hm." he smiled, "I'm excited."

Matheus: Arms settled on his shoulders. "I see it in your colors. You're very vibrant today. Do you want to see through my eyes?"

Ronan: He giggled. "Yeah, baby. Show me."

Matheus: Lips pressed to forehead. "Close your eyes."

Ronan: Leaning closer to his partner eyes shut calmly, smile remaining on his face.

Matheus: Violet, maroon, their familiar blue, and a green he'd come to associate with Ronan. Obsession was often found in vampires, journalists, ghouls especially. It was a color which faded with time in almost every being, with the exception of blood bound servants. Ronan's green felt and glistened differently. It was richer, fully, as almost every color. He felt strongly. More than others, Matheus wagered.

"You're beautiful. Don't you see? It's within you."

Ronan: Ronan couldn't help but roll his eyes. The action had been playful, but it still held meaning. He had become accustomed to Matheus' compliments, to his affection, to his admiration. He was all too familiar with Matheus' gorgeous way with words, a trait he could never match no matter how long he was given. While Ronan was used to the act, he was not used to the way it made him felt.

Such compliments were different coming from the vampire. Others spoke of beauty and saw Ronan's eyes, his mouth, his body. Matheus saw so much more than anyone else could ever even imagine, he saw his aura, every last detail of his mental state. Matheus saw him entirely, inside and out. There were no secrets between them. When Matheus called him beautiful, he meant it.

The more he thought about it, the closer his happiness took him to tears.

"Let's hurry up an' get married before you can change your mind." he sniffled.

Matheus: "You're crying and yet there is no silver today." Years ago, he had explained the thick flecks of silver to be melancholy. Once in a great while he would mention the aura's presence as a means to determine Ronan's thoughts, an invitation for Ronan to confide. Today, it was a mark of cautious pride.

"Is everyone ready? I shall take my place, then."

Ronan/Aidan: "No, baby. I'm happy. I'm really happy." as terrifying as he thought that would be, or should be, he wasn't. He trusted this happiness. He trusted Matheus.

"Yeah, baby. Go. Go."

Aidan had stopped short in the doorway, he had seen them cradling each other and had backed away to offer them privacy. He was on the other side of the wall, leaning against it when Matheus left.

Matheus: The vampire paused, having closed the door with Aidan in his line of sight. His smile, though subtle, was honest. He bowed his head in regard, saying not a word as he headed to his place by the arbor.

Aidan: Aidan did the same. He took a deep breath and rubbed his face before entering the last room his brother would be in as an unmarried man.

Matheus/Sash/Fletcher: Matheus quietly made his way to his marker, hands behind his back, spine straight, chin raised. His eyes did not wander far from his cottage, to the door he knew Ronan would come from.

Sash glanced up, eyes falling to his feet the instant he saw the groom. A chill shocked his skin, raising the hairs on his forearms.

"What d'ya gotta do now?" Fletcher looked to Luke, Billy Gale's gaze not far behind.

Luke/Sean: Sean noticed the sudden shift. He offered his companion his hand as Luke smiled at Billy Gale.

"I go up there." he stood, leaving his belongings carefully on his seat. "The musician will start playing and soon Ronan and Aidan will come out, afterwards I believe we will be reentering the house while the staff arrange the furniture for the party." He lowered his head respectfully at her and kissed Fletcher's cheek, "Enjoy it. Excuse me." while he went up to join Matheus.

Matheus/Billy Gale/Fletcher: This was their moment. The music would play, just as Luke had said, and Ronan would appear, and the vampire would finally smile. That was his companion, his best friend, his lover.

Fletcher and Billy Gale glanced to one another, having their own silent conversation, apprehensive of the Malkavian and his treatment of Ronan Archer. One day he would hurt the reaper, and they or their offspring would have to kill that man. Perhaps they wouldn't need to concern themselves. Perhaps Luke would beat them to the task.

"Here we go," she whispered, taking a deep breath.

Ronan/Aidan: The plan had been to walk slowly, calmly. The plan was to walk in a manner that allowed the music to play and the guests to stare. It was meant to be romantic.

Of course, that plan went to all hell when Ronan set eyes on everyone and saw his vampire and Luke standing there... He couldn't do it.

He had to go quicker.

With a large smile Ronan essentially started to tug Aidan along. So eager was he to take his place by Matheus' side.

The moment they came to a stop Aidan smiled at his ridiculous brother. A hand went into Ronan's hair and his forehead was kissed. In return, Aidan was given a tight hug around his waist before the younger reaper's attention was on Matheus again.

Matheus: The vampire felt a tug in his chest at the sight of his eager groom. For the next ten minutes he would be labeled as such, before returning to his new favorite pet name. His husband, his prince. He shouldn't get ahead of himself. There were vows to be said.

"Thank you," he mouthed to Aidan, standing just a bit straighter as he offered his hand to his companion.

Aidan/Luke: Aidan's smile remained, offering a little nod, as if confirming that everything he had said previously had been genuine.

Luke was also smiling, while Sean was laughing at his younger brother who was now squeezing his vampire's hand.

Aidan took his seat, hand slipping into June's.

June: June immediately entwined their fingers and squeezed softly. She was already fulfilling her promise to take a bunch of pictures, and although she was smiling, her eyes were already looking the tiniest bit wet.

Matheus/Fletcher: While Matheus was looking to Luke for direction, Fletcher was busy glancing everywhere. From his fiancé at the arbor, to June and her tearful face, to his mother and the surrounding people. Never in a million years, he thought.

Luke: Luke took a deep breath. He agreed. Never in a million years could he have expected to be ordaining his best friend and a vampire.

"Welcome, everyone. For those of you who do not know me I am Luke Husher. I am a childhood friend of Ronan's, and an admirer of Matheus and his work." His smile was sweet and genuine, "I know Ronan well enough to see how happy he is, and it is with that thought in mind that I feel honoured to join you two together. I was told you would be writing your own vows, is that the case for you too, Matheus?"

Matheus: The vampire looked up, still holding both of Ronan's hands in his own, thumbs rubbing back and forth as a constant reminder of his presence, despite their surroundings. "Yes, I have as well."

Ronan/Luke: "Ronan, are you also prepared?"

Ronan nodded, a quick, eager movement which came with a big smile.

"Would you like to go first?"

"Uh -" he squeezed Matheus' hands. It would be obvious how nervous he suddenly felt.

Matheus: A steady gaze was returned to him, followed by the softest of smiles. "It's just us," he whispered.

Ronan/Luke: He looked at Luke to whisper, "Calm me?"

The angel glanced at the vampire.

Matheus: Most likely easier for Luke, given the many watchful eyes, but why he was needed at all concerned him more. Was the angel asking his permission by this glance?

Ronan/Luke: He was, Matheus had made it clear how he felt about meddling with Ronan's emotions.

"It's okay, listen to Matheus. It's just you two. Just look at him."

One hand was taken back so that Ronan could scratch his jaw before he was gripping onto the other's fingers again.

"I... I guess it feels weird knowin' my brothers are watchin'." He smiled sheepishly at the audience of Archers. They were all looking at him patiently. Sean gave him a thumbs up and an encouraging smile. "I... wrote a whole bunch of versions but I know anythin' I say will sound like shit compared t'you. Fuck -  am I allowed t'swear?"

Luke couldn't stop his little laugh.

Matheus: Vows or no vows, ceremony or not, Ronan's hands were brought to Matheus' lips in the hopes of calming him. He could feel a warmth from his body, and his aura was brilliant.

"It'll be poetry. Forget what you've written. Tell me why we are here."

Ronan: "I... love you. So much. You have no idea how much you saved me. You're everythin' I could want or need in someone. You're patient an' kind an' smart an' I never thought I'd be as comfortable with anyone as I am with you. We're like... one person. We have no secrets yet I have no worries about you hurtin' me 'cause you make me feel so safe. I have no doubt in my mind that I wanna spend every second I can with you. When we're not together I miss you an' when we are together it feels so perfect an' the idea of bein' away from you breaks my heart." He sniffled, tears making themselves known, "I jus' wish I met you sooner. I feel sorry for the me that didn't know you. You've made me so happy an' I didn't think I'd ever get t'feel that. I owe all my strength t'you an' the ways you've improved my life. Thank you, Matheus. Thank you. I... I dunno. Jus' thank you. I ain't good with words like you. Tá mo chroí istigh ionat."

Matheus: Matheus listened intently to his husband without any regard towards the many gazes to his left. The breeze cut through the radiating heat between them, leaving him bereft, yearning to pull Ronan closer, to bury his face in his hair and whisper his vow in his ear.

"I made a point not to write my vows. I wanted this moment, to feed off of your energy, as I have since the first day you deliberately fell into my lap. You say I am good with words, but I am not. I stumble over myself constantly...in my mind. I am quiet, and yet you hear me clearly. You, the bold man that you are, think you owe your strength to me. I am afraid you are mistaken. I have been a witness to your blossom. An honor and a privilege it has been, and in turn, you have made me feel safer than I ever have in my life. I feel more than a cog in a great machine. You give me purpose beyond the mundane of life. You give me reason to smile when I had forgotten how. I will love you for the rest of this life, and the next to come, and the next to come. Thank you for finding me. Thank you for allowing me to love you. Thank you for marrying me."

Ronan/Aidan/Luke/Conor: Ronan found himself laughing in an attempt to control the sob which threatened. In the crowd, Aidan brought June closer, kissed her cheek. Sean squeezed Sash's hand and pressed his lips to it. Fletcher was smiled at by his teary angel. There was little to no visible reaction in Conor... he had always expected to return home after this ceremony... but now he was holding two hands. It felt like he had a decision to make.

Luke reached into his pocket and brought out the rings they had already been wearing for months. Ronan took Matheus', smiling up at him.

June/Brett: Aidan would find June's cheek wet and only getting wetter by the second no matter how often or how much she dabbed at her face. She was going through tissues like nobody's business but dammit, she was going to take as many beautiful pictures of this ceremony as she could.

And it was a beautiful ceremony. Despite his personal feelings, Brett had to admit that. Ronan and Matheus' love seemed genuine, and though there were no outward signs, he knew Conor had to be emotional about watching his baby brother get married.

He squeezed Conor's hand and whispered, "I love you."

Matheus/Sash/Q/Bo: There was nothing more Matheus wanted in that moment than to pull Ronan to his chest and kiss away threatening tears, despite the reasoning behind them. His own were private, and for Ronan to witness in the privacy of their home.

The crowd, small though it were, radiated with bursts of color. He allowed Ronan a peek in his mind, to sample the various waves of blue  and vermilion; the gold halo from their officiate; the static of his pseudo mother; the pale ocean calm of the Ananasi, swirled with yellow like watercolor, bright and vibrant as all Fera. These were the people bearing witness to their declaration of love.

Sash squeezed Sean's hand and smiled politely. A muted version of his natural grin. He could be happy to see Sean happy. He glanced to his brother for support, a man as ignorant as he had once been. His brother was whispering something to Tane Lukela. He was placing a whispered bet. He bet they would last. They looked too happy not to. Sash could hardly read his lips from his hair.

"I didn't know Ronan could smile that wide," Bo whispered. "It's a very Archer smile." Conor's other hand was squeezed.

Matheus took Ronan's ring as well. "Shall we at once?" he whispered, as though for Ronan's ears only.

Ronan/Conor: Ronan eagerly nodded as he positioned the ring, sniffling and laughing, crying and smiling all at once. The sight of his guests had been beautiful. This was all so... overwhelming. It was his time to be happy, his chance. It was finally his turn.

Conor smiled at his partners, squeezing their hands in turn. He was too busy holding onto them for dear life to reply.

The ring was lowered over Matheus' finger... his middle finger. "Fuck, wrong one-" Ronan bit his lip as he pulled it off and went for - uh- the correct one this time.

Tane/Brett: Tane smiled. Last? They were probably going to have the Methuselah of marriages. He told Q as much and added, "I'll take the bet. I'll bet you a kiss."

"It is," Brett whispered back. "He's happy and in love. I'm amazed his face is still in once piece."

Matheus/Q/Bo: Matheus warmly chuckled, waiting for Ronan to reposition before mirroring the ceremonial fitting of the ring.

"There we are," he smiled. "I am yours, and you are mine."

Q scoffed. "We both think they'll last. Who wins that bet?"

Bo said nothing more, his focus having shifted to the two men of his life. What did they want to come from their relationship, he wondered.

Ronan/Luke: "Ronan and Matheus... I pronounce you the Clay-Archers." Luke has to force himself not to glow. Fletcher could most likely notice the signs of impending light. "You may now kiss your husband."

Ronan grinned, he jumped up onto his husband with legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He kissed the other firmly on the lips. Enough to satisfy, but not enough to make his brothers (aside from Conor) cringe.

Matheus/Q: Matheus was laughing with surprise. Firm hands planted on his thighs to hold. He hadn' t expected the leap, nor the surname of Clay-Archer. By this point he had all but forgotten the sea of faces.

That is, until he heard the sound of hooting from someone. Q Traxler giving a standing ovation.

"Hello, husband," Matheus smiled.

June/Tane: "We both win, that's the fun part. Actually, so do they so even better."

June was full on crying by the time Luke pronounced the happy couple husband and husband, but even that didn't stop her from getting those pictures or loudly cheering right along with Q Traxler.

Ronan: How could Matheus not predict this? How could he not expect Ronan to fling himself, offer himself completely? That's what he has been doing, and what he will continue to do for as long as the universe allowed.

The reaper clung to his vampire, hugging into his neck and squeezing. "Hi, husband."

Music started to play from the mini band Sean had hired, a cue for everyone to excuse themselves for food and drink.

Matheus/Sash/Q: "Shall I carry you around for a bit?" His smile was beginning to ache. A new sensation for him, one only Ronan could gift. "There is no promise greater than the one we've just given," whispered against his lips.

'Is my brother still shouting?' Sash laughed. Q had come up behind him to hug, ruffling his hair into a near tangled mess.

"You talking shit, young man?"

"My hair!"

Ronan/Sean: Giggling even more the reaper nuzzled into the other, as if trying to merge their bodies together. "Yeah, you should."

Sean laughed, watching the interaction. "Want t'get food now?" He asked both of them.

Matheus/Sash/Q: "If that's what my husband wants. I cannot deny." He would be carried towards the nearest bottle of chilled champagne.

Q unhanded him and signed, 'Food?'

Sash grinned. "Hell yeah. What's to eat?"

"No idea," half caught by his brother as he had turned looking for Tane.

June/Tane: Tane hadn’t strayed far; he was currently speaking to June, asking about the birdhouse he’d long ago helped her put up and if it had managed to attract any birds to her yard.

Sean/Aidan: What did Q think Ronan had on offer at his wedding? "Pizza," Sean informed, "Ro wanted his favourite food an' Matheus wasn't bothered." It had been exciting in thought, but in practice food was the last thing on his mind as he clung to his husband. His actual husband. Squeeeeeze.

Aidan had given June a kiss on the cheek and left her to talk to Tane, he'll get them both drinks and food.... and some more tissues, just in case.

Matheus/Q: Matheus managed to pour his husband a flute of champagne. Pizza was of no consequence; he couldn't eat it and never had before the reaper fell into his lap. Champagne was non-negotiable. He had to toast to their vows.

"I'm both offended in the name of weddings and not surprised at all," Q laughed. "I'll be back. Gonna fetch a man." That man with June, and Fletcher Goodman coming up behind her to kiss her cheek.

Sash shrugged and smiled to Sean. "Food?" he began to back towards the long table.

June/Tane: The tissues were a good call, even more so than the food. Although her conversation with Tane was a light and happy one, she couldn't help but tear up every time she looked over at Ronan and Matheus and she had long since exhausted the pack she'd brought with her.

Fletcher's sudden appearance and affection provided distraction, however, and brought a smile to her face identical to the one Q's approach caused for Tane.

"Hey you," he said.

Sean: "Food." Sean confirmed, standing and offering his hand to the other. "An' then a dance?"

Fletcher/Sash: "Where's the old stoic Archer gone off to?" asked Fletcher while squeezing her waist. "Thought he'd be attached at your hip."

Tane Lukela didn't smell like Fera, but goddamn he was big enough.

"Sup, man? Ain't you been in my shop 'fore?"

Sash smiled at Sean. Would this make up for the evaded birthday? "Dance to what?"

June/Tane: "He went to get food and drinks. Attachment was temporarily paused for sustenance."

Tane gave Fletcher a friendly smile and nodded. "I have, got a birthday present for my brother in law. How you doing?"

Sean/Aidan: "Hmm... want me t'sing for you?" then they could dance to whatever they wanted. Perfect, right?

Said stoic Archer would soon be returning with a plate of... basically everything. He had also raided his brother's fridge for something more than just pizza.

Q/Sash: Fletcher smiled, though his hands remained to himself. "It's a day for celebratin', ya know?" A vague answer for a stranger. His mother was off on her own. He could feel her anxiety rising and said his goodbyes.

Sash's smile softened. 'What kind of music is playing right now?'

Tane: "That it is," said Tane, smiling in greeting as Aidan approached. "And speaking of sustenance." He took Q's hand. "Let's go get ourselves some."