#pre-wedding outfit ideas

[shaadiwish]

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[samkkshopping]

The Saree Style Edit: Chic Looks for the Modern Bride

The saree, with its elegant drape and rich cultural heritage, remains a timeless choice for brides. Its versatility allows for a wide range of styles and designs, making it a perfect fit for every occasion leading up to and including the wedding day. Here’s how modern brides can embrace the saree trend with chic looks for every event, from pre-wedding ceremonies to the grand reception.

Setting the Perfect Tone with Elegant Pre-Wedding Saree Styles That Make an Impression

Pre-wedding events are a wonderful opportunity to set a stylish tone for the upcoming celebrations. It’s the perfect occasion to showcase a blend of tradition and personal flair. For ceremonies like the engagement or small family gatherings, opt for outfits that reflect your unique style. Soft pastels, muted tones, or even elegant prints can create a sophisticated look. Fabrics such as silk, chiffon, or georgette add a touch of glamour while ensuring comfort. Pair these ensembles with understated jewelry and a fresh makeup look to complete your chic pre-wedding appearance.

Embracing Color and Tradition with Vibrant Mehendi Outfits That Celebrate Festivity

The Mehendi ceremony is all about joy, color, and cultural richness. It’s an occasion where you can fully embrace vibrant hues and traditional patterns with Mehendi Sarees. Consider Saree in lively shades like emerald green, sunshine yellow, or fuchsia, which not only complement the deep tones of henna but also enhance the festive atmosphere. Lightweight materials such as chiffon or georgette are ideal, providing comfort while allowing you to move freely and enjoy every moment. Accents like gota patti, mirror work, or subtle sequins can add a modern twist to traditional attire, ensuring you stand out with a look that’s both fun and culturally significant.

Radiant and Rich Choices for Haldi Ceremonies Reflecting Purity and Tradition

The Haldi ceremony is a significant ritual that celebrates purity and new beginnings. For this special occasion, opt for sarees in shades of yellow, gold, or other warm tones. Haldi Sarees are often characterized by their simplicity and comfort, featuring minimalistic designs with subtle embellishments. Fabrics like cotton or linen work well for this ritual, allowing ease of movement and comfort throughout the ceremony. Enhance your look with traditional jewelry and a fresh, glowing makeup style to complement the vibrant yellow hues.

Graceful and Regal Attire for the Sagan Ceremony That Shows Elegance

The Sagan Ceremony is a momentous pre-wedding event where the bride’s family performs rituals to bless the couple. For this special occasion, select a saree that combines elegance with traditional charm. Rich fabrics like silk or satin in deep, luxurious colors such as maroon, royal blue, or emerald green are ideal. Look for Saree Designs with intricate zari work or elaborate embroidery to add a touch of opulence. Pair with a beautifully designed blouse and statement jewelry to complete the regal look.

Glamorous Sangeet and Cocktail Night Sarees for a Dazzling Celebration

The Sangeet and cocktail night are opportunities for high fashion and celebration. For these vibrant events, choose sarees that exude sophistication and sparkle. Think sarees with sequin work, metallic threads, or bold prints. Fabrics like velvet or silk can add an extra layer of luxury and drama. Opt for styles that allow you to dance and move freely, and pair with bold accessories and a glamorous hairstyle. The goal is to create a striking appearance that reflects the joyous and celebratory atmosphere of the night.

Stunning Choices for Wedding Day Sarees That Make You Shine

On your wedding day, your saree should be nothing short of extraordinary. Wedding Day Sarees often feature intricate designs, opulent fabrics, and rich colors. Traditional reds, golds, or even royal blues can create a stunning bridal look. Choose Bridal sarees with elaborate embroidery, heavy zari work, or precious stone embellishments for a truly regal appearance. A well-designed blouse with intricate detailing will complete the ensemble, making you look like a vision of grace and elegance as you step into your new life.

Dazzling Reception Sarees for a Radiant New Beginning

The reception is your moment to shine as a newlywed, and your saree should reflect your celebratory mood. Opt for Reception Sarees that are elegant yet striking. Consider rich fabrics like silk or brocade in jewel tones or metallic hues. Sarees with subtle embellishments, such as beadwork or light sequins, can add just the right amount of sparkle. Choose a design that complements your reception venue and overall theme, ensuring that you look radiant and sophisticated as you celebrate with your loved ones.

Final Thoughts

The saree remains a versatile and cherished choice for every aspect of a bride’s journey, from pre-wedding festivities to the grand wedding day and beyond. By selecting the right styles and designs for each occasion, you can ensure that you look and feel your best throughout the entire celebration. For exquisite choices that combine tradition with modern elegance, Samyakk offers a stunning collection of sarees that will help you make a statement on every special occasion.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

1. What saree styles are ideal for pre-wedding ceremonies? Opt for soft pastels and light fabrics like chiffon or georgette. Elegant prints and subtle embellishments set a chic tone for engagement parties and small gatherings.

2. How should I choose a saree for my Mehendi ceremony? Choose vibrant colors like yellow or green in lightweight fabrics like chiffon. Traditional accents like gota patti or mirror work add festive charm.

3. What colors and fabrics work best for a Haldi saree? Go for warm tones like yellow or gold in cotton or linen. Simple designs with minimal embellishments ensure comfort and focus on the ceremony.

4. What should I look for in a wedding day saree? Choose rich fabrics like silk in traditional colors. Look for intricate embroidery and heavy zari work. A matching blouse and accessories complete the stunning bridal look.

5. How to pick a saree for the reception? Select rich fabrics like silk or brocade in jewel tones or metallics. Subtle beadwork or light sequins add sparkle. Ensure it complements your reception theme and style.

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[harrysmimi]

Finally Your Husband

Synopsis: YN and Harry tie the knots together in an intimate and private ceremony in Italy and they get to hear an amazing news.

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YN was nervous.

She was on brink of having a breakdown. Everything was turning out to be so perfect yet everyone was giving her a big hard time.

The way her grandma wasn't attending was a cherry on top for her but her parents were attending. The way it was the people who loved and respected her boundaries and parents giving her a hard time taunting her every little choice. A few of her cousins were attending too, and most of them YN hated. It was just amazing and hell on earth at the same time. They were Harry's Italian villa where he proposed to her.

One of her cousin got drunk and almost tore his scrotum while dancing during one of the pre-wedding ceremonies. Niall was a real helper driving him to the nearest hospital. And two of her other cousins threw a fit of fight when they found out they were wearing the same outfit.

The pre wedding ceremonies were lowkey too. It was a whole week long spiel and a half.

"I don't know why I am nervous!" She whined on the phone with her soon to be husband, her eye welled up with tears. She was all ready and they were just fifteen minutes away from being married.

There was going to be two ceremonies back to back and long night of partying.

"Baby." Harry cooed, "just fifteen minutes okay?"

While he tried his best to assure her everything is going to be fine, it wasn't putting her at ease. Her life was about to change for good.

Just a few years ago she wasn't even interested in seeing anyone (she in fact hated the idea) and now here she is about to marry the love of her life. Everything between fear and pure ecstasy was just running in rounds in her head.

Harry was just two stories down from where she was but she couldn't go see him. YN was having a breakdown. She was nervous thinking what possibly could go wrong as everything has been so smooth sailing.

On the other hand, Harry was nervous indeed but he could manage himself. He had just gotten into his suit as he was done with his hair.

He got a call from Brielle, stating he need to go see his wife (soon-to-be) now. She was having a breakdown. He had quickly put on his coat and headed to where his wife-to-be was.

"Oh my god!" He whispered to himself as he saw her sitting there on the edge of the bed all ready and dolled up, she took his breath away. Even though she was crying. "Angel, you look breath taking!"

She was wearing a white lehenga, and covered in gorgeous jwellery, a soft makeup look with a bold lip.

And that made her son too. "I broke this." She showed him the chain he got her for one of her birthdays and she wanted to wear it as it was so special. It wasn't going to be visible with all the jewelry she was wearing, but still she'd know she is wearing it.

"Hey, it's alright my love." He cooed as he sat next to her. "It's alright. We can get that fixed."

"I wanted to wear it." She managed to whisper between her sobs. "You gave it to me on my birthday."

"I know, but-" he was cut off when YN's brother's wife, Jasmine came in with a sewing box.

"I knew this was going to be handy- oh Harry?" She was quite surprised. "I am sorry, I should have knocked but she is crying."

"No, it's fine." Harry assured her.

"Look we are going to fix it okay for now?" She took YN's necklace. Soon after her mother walked in as well. She helped Jasmine fix the necklace. They just tied the broken ends with a piece of things thread. It wasn't a permanent solution but it was going to work for now. "Come here let me put this on." Jasmine even put it on for her and even attempted to fix her makeup too.

Harry watched the way her mum looked at her. They both looked exactly the same he figured. He just wished she would have spoken with her then, he could tell she wanted to. She had tears in her eyes seeing her daughter as a bride. It just broke his heart a little.

"I will come and get you in a while. And Harry you probably have to be there in a few minutes too." Jasmine informed both, soon her and YN's mum left.

"Hey, you good?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I am sorry." She mumbled, "I think I'm about to get my period. I don't know why I am crying so much."

"Don't say that." He pulled her in for a hug, "you don't have to say that. It's a big day, and it's okay to feel this way."

"This is so overwhelming." She mumbled against his chest.

"I know, but it'll be alright. I'm right here with you, yeah?"

It had just been five minutes Harry had to go out as the ceremony would begin. First it was the traditional Indian way. And then it was Niall officiating their wedding. Everything went as smoothly as possible. Soon YN realised she was panicking for nothing everything was just perfect.

They both cried twice as she walked down the aisle twice.

"You may kiss your bride, Harold." Niall announced as he stepped away.

Harry was quick to pull his wife in as he picked her lips gently before he got her in a bear hug. YN wrapped her arms around him

Her husband has been by her side for the entire day. It was time for their first dance.

"I can't believe we are married now." She said they both swayed to the soft music playing.

Harry leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Mhmm. I am finally your husband."

"Yeah? I am your wife now." She couldn't help but smile sheepishly at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He got flustered seeing her watch him with love heart eyes.

"Can you kiss me?" She asked.

"You know I will." With that he pressed his lips on hers, not shying away that her parents and brother are present there like they used to. She's his woman now and he is her man. "I love you so much!"

"I love you so much!" She reciprocated.

The rest of the night was flawless. Niall and Zayn got drunk off their arse as they danced to Gasolina for the fifth time. The food was amazing.

"You're not going to have anything to drink?" YN asked her husband.

"No, I am done. Had a glass of wine." He shared as he pulled her closer to his side as he watched his former band mates dance like idiots. "Want to stay present." He pressed a kiss on her head.

"Awh!" She cooed.

"Come on guys!" Gemma pulled them both to the dance floor, she was halfway hammered too there. They had a very fun night.

Harry was still on the dance floor as YN retrieved back feeling tired as her adrenaline started to wear off slowly but surely. Her husband wasn't drunk but he was having fun like his friends if not more.

Soon people started leaving to go back to their accommodations and it was just the close family left there to clean up a bit before everyone headed back. As it was Harry's (now theirs) villa all the bride and groom had to do was walking up the stairs to their bedroom.

It was all decorated with pretty candles and flowers. "Oh see the mood is already set for us." Harry announced as he hugged his wife from behind. "To be honest, this wasn't needed I had my eye on you since this morning." He had been worked up all night, actually all day. She looked absolutely dead drop gorgeous in that dress and she is wife now. That all together new feeling.

YN was quick to turn around in his arms. "Yeah?"

"Mhmm." He nodded and pecked her lips gently.

"This is going to be a big hassle to get out of." She reminded him that she is wearing a Lehenga with hundreds if not thousands of pins holding it together.

"Don't worry we have all the time in the world." He assured her as his hand went up her back behind her Chunni as he tugged onto the string of her blouse.

On a serious note, he did help her get out of the heavy outfit. They had a great laugh as it kept tugging on one thing or another. YN finally got out of the lehenga. He was also just in his trousers by now.

"You were wearing sweat pants underneath that the white day?" Harry giggled.

"Yes! And I was still cold." She pouted as she took off her bangles as she was sat on the bathroom counter.

"Awh, my baby!" He cooed, "let's hand this up, yeah?" He nicely hung up the fit on the designated hanger carefully and hung it over the bathroom door. "Now where were we." He went back to her, stepping between her legs.

"Where were we?" She placed the last of the bangles she took off in their designated box as she looked up at him.

"I'd rather show you." With his arms wrapped around her waist he picked her back and walked back to their bed. She laughed feeling his fingers dig into her side tickling her. He gently placed her on the bed as hovered over her pressing his mouth to hers. His hands wandered on her back to unhook her blouse she still had on. "This okay?"

"Yes." She nodded, her hands on his hips as he helped her out of the blouse that's when she noticed the bulge. She was quick to unbuckle his belt and get rid of his pants.

"No let me do the work now." He stopped her, reaching down to the waist band of her sweats and sliding them down with her panties. He got down on his knees as his lips left a trail of soft and eager kisses down her neck to her stomach to her inner thighs. YN let out a soft moan as she felt his mouth on her, his tongue teasing her bud.

Soon enough she was pulling him back to her, he was quick to press his mouth on hers. Her juices are still on his mouth as he pushes his tongue in her mouth, flawlessly dominating over their very heated moment.

"I want your cock in me now." She demanded, propping herself up on her elbows.

He chuckled softly as he undid his trousers and took off his boxers. "Very demanding, aren't we?" He was back on top of her. He lines his tip against her weeping hole as he pushes inside her with ease. "Can never get over the feeling of your pussy on my cock, baby!" He groans softly with his forehead on hers.

YN just let out a soft moan holding onto his shoulders. "Want it to be soft this time." She whispered.

"Mhmmm." He agrees moaning as he could feel her walls pulsing around him.

"Fuck! Right there!" She gasped feeling his cock plunging in her softly yet firmly.

"Yeah, you like it baby?" He looked at her before pecking her lips, earning a nod of satisfaction from her. "That's it baby, lay back and relax. Gonna take care of my wife!"

YN laid back on bed. Harry was quick enough to grab the pillow for her before she rested her head back, not forgetting to keep on with his slow and firm thrusts. Dipping his head down he latched his mouth on her hardened nipple, whilst his hand was busy kneading the other making her back arch.

"Oh yes!" She moaned softly again, gasping for air as she floated away in pleasure.

"Oh yes baby, you gonna cum?" He looked at her again.

"Yeah. I want you to cum in me." She requested. This isn't the first time.

"Yeah? You want me to cum in you baby?" He said getting his hand down to rub her clit making her jolt in surprise.

"Yes please!" She sighed.

"Yeah, almost there baby, urgh!" He thrusts were getting harder and harder as he couldn't hold it back, feeling her pulsing harder around him. Soon he was releasing his load in her pussy with the last few thrusts. "Fuck that was amazing!" He chuckled, still inside her.

"Yeah." She pulled him down for a kiss. "I love you so much Harry!"

"I love you so much!" He kissed again. Rolling over he pulled her in closer. "We are finally married."

"Mhmm." She nodded, looking at him with tired yet love-heart eyes. "We're married now, I can't wait to grow old with you!"

"Yeah? I promise I will love you even after we're seventy." He mumbled softly against her forehead before pressing another kiss on her skin. It was a joke as they danced to Thinking Out Loud by Ed, making her giggling.

"Oh you better!" She warned him.

"You know I will, baby!" He pushes back to look at her, "do you want to get cleaned up and go to sleep?"

"Mhmm." She nodded.

Harry was quick enough to help her get cleaned and helped her get into one of his t-shirts before they were off to bed.

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Harry woke up feeling super hot for some reason, he back was all sweaty as YN slept closer to him, her face buried in his back.

"Baby?" Harry carefully turned around and moved closer to her wife who was still asleep but shivering and burning up. That was enough to get him out of sleep in an instance. "Baby, you alright?"

"Hmmm?" She sounded.

"You're burning up my love." He whispered.

"Yeah I am cold. I just want to sleep." She mumbled. The worst thing about her was how she managed to sleep through fever.

"Let's go see a doctor first, yeah?" He suggested, "you can sleep when we get back."

"Can we go later?" She mumbled again, pulling the blanket over her mouth and curling up even more.

"Babe, come on now. You're burning up." He insisted, "I promise we'll make it as quick as possible, yeah?"

"I- fine we'll-." She ran off to the toilet and started throwing up.

"Oh no." Harry mumbled as he rushed to her and held her hair back and rubbed her back. "It's alright sweetheart. We'll go see a doctor."

Harry was quick to drive her to the nearest hospital, they were asked to wait luckily there was no rush there and they got in without an appointment. The doctor did a basic physical exam.

"Have you eaten anything recently which might upset your stomach?" The doctor asked as he documented in his computer.

"No, I have been eating healthy for our wedding." YN explained.

"Oh congratulations!" The doctor smiled, "don't worry we'll look into it. Have you tried taking a pregnancy test?"

"Not recently." YN shrugged, suddenly feeling anxious as she looked at her husband. "But I'd be open to one if we can do it here."

"Sure." The doctor nodded. "We'll also get the blood work done if necessary too."

"Yeah. Thank you." YN nodded.

Soon enough a nurse guided the couple to a room where YN can take the pregnancy test in privacy. She was nervous and she was already crying.

"It's okay baby." Harry tried his best to calm her down as they waited for the longest five minutes. "What does it say?"

"It's positive." She started sobbing.

"Oh my god!" He was quick to pull her in the tightest hug ever.

"We're going to be Mummy and Papa!" She mumbled as she sobbed.

"Yeah!" Harry rocked her side to side in excitement.

That was the happiest moment of YN's life there but she was still burning up with fever. Doctor gave her some mild medicines to take and advised her to rest as much as she can.

That's exactly what Harry made her do. He drove her back home to their Villa. Made her feel all comfy as he fixed her a quick meal.

They postponed their honeymoon until YN feels better and is fit to travel and spend their time in and resting and taking in the news.

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[heyhay13]

Lightning Round QnA!

We had over 250 questions in the form and we focused on ones that were very open to anyone in the cast. So specific detail questions got left out :(

Here's a lightning round of questions to answer for y'all and my ask box is open if you have more!

Rae/Heyhay Questions

What happened to Icarus's birds?? We know Rae said he'd take care of them, but with the birds being wacked and Icarus whole memory type thing, what would happen with that.

Sherb and I talked about this a bit and landed on the birds seeking out Rae and he builds an aviary for the strange new little friends following him around. I might even write a fic for it!

Heyhay how long did the scrapbook (shown at the end) take to be made?

I worked on it for nearly a month and a half between organizing with the artists and making it myself!

How did you come up with Vaeh's Name?

It's from Fenris' sister Nevaeh!

Will you continue to cosplay the characters after this?

Absolutely!

To Rae/Hayhay: what was your favorite memory to make in the Always Remember Book?

I think probably all of the wedding details. I loved talking with my friends to plan out the details and outfits SO MUCH and a lot of the poses are based on my own wedding photos!

Are there any plot lines that you wish you could have done or explored more in depth, but couldn't due to time?

We initially had some ideas for finding a few more Telchin temples, including Project Protetus. I really like building the temple/facilities so that would have been fun!!

How did lore planning/pre stream work?

We usually plan out rough ideas for a stream in dms and then meet 30 minutes before a stream to go over everything, dry run some things like flight paths, and do sound checks!

Out of all the characters on fable smp, which one do you think you could win in a fight against?

Ven lol

Will we see other versions of the fable characters in other smp's like Bound?

You might >:3

If your character didn’t ascend, what would they be the god of? And if they did ascend, were there any other domains they could have been the god of other than the domain they got?

Rae's took FOREVER to actually land on. I was really stuck on wanting something that felt more correct than Knowledge and we tossed around a lot of ideas until landing on Wonder.

How much of the relationship constellation was planned?

Literally only Raax and Ocie's original partners (Rust, Jerry, Shawn) were planned! The others came about naturally as the lore progressed.

Did Rae ever get better at baking/cooking?

YES! At least slightly-

How old is Rae in the time period that Rye made in Rae’s epilogue

Not an exact age for Rae, but his epilogue takes place when Vaeh is roughly 4-5 years old.

The first two seasons have “names” (endstone reset and skulk reset) but what would be season three’s?

I like to think it'd be called the "Last Reset"

What is your favourite kind of fanfictions written about your character? (Tropes/themes/etc)

I'm a massive sucker for Hurt/Comfort fics-

Clarification Questions

What was that one gold aura building near the temple of creation in S1?

It was a build from Sherb's hardcore world at that time!

Why did Rae remember Icarus? I thought everyone was supposed to forget but I might’ve misunderstood

Rae remembers Icarus as a child up until when Icarus' first death would have been! Isla would also remember Icarusa as a child as well.

Was the release me book from season one written by fable?

Yes!

What is Haley? She came back from the dead but no body ever said if Midas made her come back or if she was a god.

Midas brought her back, switching her and Fable's places so he would go back into Purgatory

Why couldn’t Haley see quixis’ changes from purgatory?(and fable)

There is no record of Quixis in the Akashic Records. This is also why Icarus is missing from the records in Rae's epilogue!

General Questions

Are you guys gonna do another smp where its everyone as the same cast?

Nope, not with this exact cast at this time, but we all are on a bunch of other smps you can check out! Mer, Bound, Siege, and more!

Is there a reason behind all of the seeds you use in Minecraft? Or is it just the first biome that pops up is the new setting for the season?

We actually look really hard for a good world seed that we like. For season 3, we really wanted a good spot that the tree could be near the ocean and this seed worked out great for that!

Will we be able to have a world file of S3?

YES - it's coming soon!

[formulauno98]

Waking Up In Vegas | Chapter Three

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction, no-one is taken in this alt-universe.

As you finished breakfast with Fernando, you were relieved to find that the atmosphere had shifted from tense to somewhat cooperative. You had a plan in place, you would meet him in the team hospitality area in the paddock in an hour to discuss the situation with his agent and publicist and potentially release a statement before the race. Then after the race, you would head back to the chapel together and sign the papers to get your marriage formerly annulled.

Having bid farewell to Fernando, who insisted on booking you a taxi to go the one block across the strip back to your hotel, you couldn't shake the surreal feeling of the morning. Marrying a stranger in Vegas was one thing, but marrying a famous Formula One driver? That was on another level. You had never been a big drinker nor a party girl and even going out in Vegas felt out of character.

Hastily exiting the cab, you made quick work crossing the gaudy lobby of The Venetian Hotel, weaving through the slot machines of the casino towards the elevators back to your suite. The casino was surprisingly busy for a Sunday morning and your head continued to pound as you were bombarded by the jangling noises of people winning and losing. Breakfast had helped alleviate your hangover somewhat but you were dreading the noise that you knew would accompany the race later that day. 

You also couldn’t help but feel paranoid that eyes were on you, despite the fact that you came across several other patrons who looked bleary-eyed and worse for wear, still wearing last night’s party looks. Shaking the thought, you were relieved to reach the elevators, flashing your room key to the security guard who promptly let you through.

—

Finally, back in your suite and reunited with your friends, you quickly freshened up and changed into something more appropriate for the paddock. You had originally planned for a fancy outfit but given the circumstances you opted for something more lowkey, finding a plain tee and jeans, hoping to blend in as much as possible. The last thing you wanted was to attract more attention. 

Fernando had been kind enough to organise paddock passes for you and your three friends, knowing that you would not want to face this situation alone and feeling guilty that your race weekend experience was somewhat ruined. Luckily your friends were eager to join you, if not sceptical about Fernando’s intentions.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" asked your friend Jess as you all walked towards the paddock entrance. 

"Yeah, we don't even know this guy," added Lisa, glancing around warily.

"I know," you said, taking a deep breath. "But we need to handle this carefully. Fernando's publicist thinks the best way is to control the narrative. If you’d rather go to the grandstand I fully understand.”

"No, don’t be silly, we're here for you," said Megan, giving you a reassuring squeeze on the arm. "Just be careful, okay?"

As the four of you arrived at the busy paddock entrance, the hustle and bustle of the pre-race activities were in full swing. Crew members in team uniforms zipped past, carrying equipment and chatting into headsets, already in work mode.

Reaching the gates, you flashed your pass on the electric reader and were granted access into a world you never thought you’d get a glimpse of. If only it had been in different circumstances. Walking down the paddock, you looked around for the familiar Aston Martin green. Fernando had given you strict instructions on how to find the Aston Martin team hospitality area and you quickly spotted it, halfway down the strip. In a twist of cruel irony, it was next door to the paddock wedding chapel, seemingly a Vegas special that only served to remind you of last night’s poor decisions.

Approaching the small veranda, you spotted an older woman standing there with her arms folded. Fernando had told you that his publicist would be there waiting so you hoped that it was her.

“Hi,” you said, “I’m here for Fernando. Are you Elena by any chance?” you asked, a little intimidated by her.

“Yes,” she said, looking you up and down as you made your introductions, “Please, follow me,” she said, gesturing inside the metal doors beside her. Turning to your friends, she gestured at a table in the team hospitality area, “If you’d like you are welcome to wait here, and please help yourself to some breakfast or coffee. Make yourself at home.”

Your friends looked a little apprehensive but seemed happy enough with the arrangement, “If you need anything you know where we are,” said Megan, looking at Elena with a certain degree of suspicion.

“Thanks, I’ll see you soon,” you said, grateful that they were close by if needed as you continued to follow Elena as she led you through another set of doors to a private area where Fernando was waiting, already in his racing suit.

“Hey,” you said, somewhat awkwardly, barely able to meet Fernando’s eye.

“Hi.” he said kindly, “How are you?”

“Good.” was all you managed, suddenly feeling very out of your comfort zone, “How are you? I’m so sorry to bother you on race day.”

“Don’t be silly, it’s not a bother.” said Fernando, his grin starting to unnerve you, “Elena is going to help us.”

"Yes, alright here's the plan," Elena began, her tone efficient. "We'll release a statement saying you two are deeply in love, and that last night was an impulsive but heartfelt decision. Emphasise that it came from love. Keep it vague but positive."

You nodded, feeling the weight of the situation settle on your shoulders. Fernando gave you a reassuring smile, but you could see the tension in his eyes. This was as much a gamble for him as it was for you. He interjected, "What happens if this all blows up? What’s the plan B?"

Elena met Fernando's gaze with a calm response, "We handle it as it comes. Right now, the best course of action is to present a united front and take control of the story."

“Great, thank you,” Fernando replied, a steely look still present in his eyes. “What do you think?” he asked, taking you by surprise as he turned for your opinion.

“You’re the experts. Like I said, I’ll do whatever you need,” you said meekly.

“Thank you,” said Fernando and Elena in unison, their relief palpable.

“Here is the official statement, have a read and tell me that you are agreeable,” said Elena, handing you an official-looking letterhead.

For Immediate Release - Fernando Alonso

I am delighted to share some exciting personal news with you. Last night, Y/N and I celebrated our love with an impulsive but heartfelt wedding ceremony. It was a spontaneous decision that felt right in the moment and we are both incredibly happy.

We have discovered a deep connection and are committed to taking things one step at a time, cherishing each moment together. Our love for each other is strong and we are looking forward to seeing where this journey takes us.

We appreciate your understanding and support as we embark on this new chapter in our lives. Thank you for respecting our privacy and for sharing in our happiness.

With love,

Fernando and Y/N

You gulped as you read it over. It was saccharine and over the top, but you trusted Elena to have kept the tone authentic to the press’ expectations. “That’s fine by me,” you said bluntly, feeling out of your depth.

“Great.” said Elena, clapping her hands together, “Now, can we take a photo of you together to accompany the memo? We have your wedding photo too.”

Glancing at Fernando, who now appeared to share your awkward demeanour, he replied somewhat uncomfortably, “Sure, if you feel it is necessary.”

“Yes, I think it is. The press will be curious and if you don’t release a photo, they will hound every woman within a fifty-mile radius.” Elena said bluntly.

 A man you hadn’t noticed appeared with a camera and a small light pack, eager to capture the moment.

“Okay, is it okay if I put your arm around you?” asked Fernando sweetly.

“Sure,” you said, nervous about being in such close proximity to him as he reached his arm around your shoulders.

“Smile guys! You’re newlyweds.” said the photographer with a wink, using his free hand to push you closer together.

Sidling up to Fernando you smiled as widely as you could and hoped that you were selling the love story.

“Beautiful.” said Elena, once again clapping her hands together before producing another piece of paper, “Now. None of this goes further than here. Ok? I have an NDA for you to sign.”

“No problem,” you said, knowing that hopefully, this wouldn’t be the first form you’d be filling in today.

As you quickly signed and handed the paper back to Elena, she was already typing furiously on her phone. "Thank you, this will be out in a few minutes. Now, Fernando, focus on the race. Y/N, I will show you to the corporate hospitality suite above the garage. I'll make sure you and your friends are comfortable."

With that, Fernando was whisked away without another word to you, leaving you alone with your thoughts as you made your way back to your friends who were sitting patiently waiting and sipping their coffees.

“If you’d all like to follow me, I will show you to where you can watch the race,” said Elena kindly, “There will be more drinks there but feel free to bring those along.” 

———

Elena having shown you across the paddock to the corporate hospitality suite, you were now installed in a plush group of chairs, the buzz of the race preparations from the garage below a constant background noise. Surrounded by your friends, you finally felt a little calmer, even when they were voicing their concerns about what had just happened.

"I don't like this," Lisa said in a low voice, her arms crossed. "What if they try to pin everything on you if the press find out it was just a drunken mistake?"

"She's right," Jess agreed. "We need to make sure you’re protected too."

"I know," you said, feeling a lump in your throat. "But Fernando seems sincere. He’s just as caught off guard as we are. Let's see how this plays out."

Fortunately, as the Grand Prix was getting underway shortly, the press had not yet reacted to the statement and you had some time to process, however as the race began, you felt a knot of anxiety in your stomach. 

You were starting to understand just how high the stakes were for Fernando. This wasn't just a sport, it was his life, his career, his passion and public interest in his personal life was the downside to travelling the world and driving fast cars. Anyone else could laugh off a drunk Vegas wedding but he had to protect his public image, his brand. Sponsorship deals were tied to his public persona and one slip-up could cost serious money.

Making your way out to the balcony to watch the race start, you hung over the railing to see how Fernando would fare. The sound of engines roaring and tyres screeching filled the air as the lights went out and the grid came alive.

To your dismay, Fernando didn't have a great start. His reaction was far slower than the cars around him and he dropped four positions before the first corner. You felt a pang of guilt, wondering if the morning's drama had affected his performance.

To make matters worse, as Fernando roared around the track below you, the press started to run his statement. Elena had come by to warn you and sure enough, as those nearby were alerted of the news of Fernando Alonso's surprise Vegas wedding, you could feel more and more pairs of curious eyes on you, recognising you from the two photos that had been shared.

As the race settled down, your phone started to buzz with notifications as journalists quickly updated their headlines to "Fernando Alonso Marries in Impulsive Las Vegas Ceremony" and "Alonso's Surprise Wedding: A New Chapter for the F1 Star." You cringed as one particular commentator tweeted speculating about how this personal development might be affecting Fernando’s performance, debating the timing of a raucous wedding the night before a critical race. 

Elena came by once more as reporters were contacting her, seeking interviews to learn more about you. “For real?” you asked, “I’m a nobody, why would they want to interview me?”

“You’re not a nobody, you’re Mrs Alonso,” mused Elena, “And don’t worry, I will turn them down on your behalf.”

“Thank you, Elena,” you said, looking at your friends exasperatedly. The situation was pure chaos, and the race was going on all the while, Fernando oblivious to the situation.

It wasn’t just the mainstream press, the news had hit social media and hashtags like #AlonsoWedding and #MrandMrsAlonso were starting to trend as fans expressed their excitement. Fans' curiosity about the timeline of your “relationship” led to a flurry of speculation, with the photo from the wedding and that morning being dissected for clues.

Tearing your eyes away from your phone, you turned your attention back to the track. Unfortunately, Fernando was struggling to make up the lost ground and had you sat on the edge of your seat, chewing your nails and hoping for a miracle.

"He's not doing well," Megan observed quietly, "Do you think this morning freaked him out?"

"Maybe," you admitted, feeling your anxiety spike. "I just hope he can pull through, it’s not like he can see the headlines yet."

“True,” said Jess, “Although what weird timing to release a statement.”

Your friends nodding in agreement, you repeated what Elena had told you earlier, “Apparently the idea is that the story will get buried in race news, get minimal attention but still serve the purpose of not making Fernando look like a drunk idiot.”

Looking unconvinced, Jess replied, “I’m not sure about that.”

Hoping your friend was wrong, you silently willed Fernando to overtake his opponents, but unfortunately, today was just not his day. When the race ended, Fernando had only managed to secure a measly P9. It was far from his usual performance and you knew he would be furious. 

As you watched Fernando exit his car, his frustration evident, you felt concerned. The morning’s events had ultimately affected his performance. He looked livid and you were not looking forward to meeting him back in the team hospitality area and going to the chapel together to sign the annulment.

———

Gathering your friends, you made your way back down the stairs and across the paddock to where you’d met Fernando and Elena this morning, feeling somewhat jittery knowing that you would have to face the angry racing driver once he’d completed his media commitments.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before he breezed in, barely acknowledging anyone. When he finally spotted you, his eyes were blazing. He stalked over, his anger palpable.

"Follow me," he hissed, keeping his voice low but his tone sharp, gesturing for you to follow him once more through the double doors.

Getting up, you shot your friends a look, their eyes filled with concern, “I’ll be back ASAP.” and bid them goodbye as you made your way behind Fernando.

Once through the double doors, the fiery Spaniard let rip. "This is your fault. I couldn't focus all race because of this mess." His eyes were wild and his usual charm was gone.

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. You felt a rush of emotions—anger, guilt, defensiveness—all at once. But before you could gather your thoughts, Fernando took a deep breath, his expression softening slightly.

"I'm sorry," he said, running a hand through his wavy brown hair. "I shouldn't blame you. It's just... a lot. Elena showed me the headlines after the race. Some people think I’m a drunk idiot, some are calling me a legend. It’s not the best. I work so hard to maintain a positive image and this kind of story can be career-altering. My boss wants to meet with me later to discuss it."

You nodded, feeling a lump in your throat. "I understand. It's been a crazy day. But we're in this together, remember? I’ve read stories calling me a gold-digger, an escort and a nobody. It’s not been the best."

He gave a small, rueful smile. "I am sorry. It is my fault.”

“No it’s not,” you said, awkwardly patting him on the shoulder, “We both got ourselves into this mess, we need to both get out of it.”

“Agreed.” said Fernando, “Do you want to have some coffee before we go to the chapel? My room is just through here.”

A little surprised at his offer, you decided it would be wise to talk some more. You hardly knew this man but if the world thought you two were deeply in love, in love enough to elope in Vegas, you figured it might be time to get to know him.

“Sure,” you replied, following him through another smaller door, not sure what to expect.

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The Heathers + Veronica and their Hobbies

Heather Chandler:

From a very young age Chandler was interested in fashion

Her mother had always stressed the importance of looking her best, being pretty much the only thing she every taught her that she took to heart

She enjoys how what she's wearing can manipulate how people perceive her

Is she trying to elicit sympathy? Wear things that almost match but not really, showing them that you're not fully there

Is she trying to get something she wants? Wear something striking with bright colors and high heels and show that you're the boss

Alternatively, wear something that shows off your best features, especially if you're dealing with a man or your three incredibly immature wives who get a nosebleed when they see the tiniest amount of cleavage

But besides that, she simply enjoys looking good

She loves the confidence that comes with knowing that you are the best dressed person in the room, but she also loves going to the store and seeing what's new or going through her closet to find the perfect outfit

She has so many clothes that they had to extend her walk-in closet by double it's size, and even that isn't looking like its gonna be enough

She also enjoys helping her wives with their fashion

By her wives she means Veronica, that girl cannot accessorize for shit

Duke and Mac have been around her long enough and listened to enough of her rants to know what looks good and what doesn't, but Veronica is seemingly hopeless in that regard

If they have to go anywhere nice Chandler has to step in and dress Veronica, otherwise she'll end up wearing something like shudders ripped jeans and a black hoodie

Even for their wedding Chandler had to break the usual tradition of not seeing the bride's dress before the ceremony to make sure she picked something presentable

Veronica has absolutely no sense of what looks good, she just wears whatever is comfortable, which good for her, but it makes Chandler groan

One time Veronica came home from the store wearing pajama pants with penguins on it with a dress shirt and tie and Chandler literally started banging her head against the wall

No matter what, however, she always wears her scrunchie

It was a gift from Mac, one time her Dad got her a two-pack bc it was the only one with a yellow one, so she gave the extra to Chandler

She treasured this gift and not a day goes by where she doesn't wear it

She also prefers to wear heels, because without them she is just every so slightly shorter than Duke, a fact which she never fails to remind Chandler about

She also has an interest in baking

It started as just a side project, giving her something to do while she waited for dinner to finish cooking, but it eventually became something she does on the regular

Her wives have insane sweet teeth? toothes? idk

Especially Duke, if that girl sees chocolate she acts like that one fish from Spongebob

Knowing this, she decided to spoil them one day and bake them some brownies

Of course she had no idea how to do this, but with the power of the internet and random videos on Youtube she was able to find a passable recipe that didn't involve many pre-made boxes

She found that she really enjoyed the experience, with sweets she had a much wider variety of things to choose from to make

Mac is an extremely picky eater, with her autism she really only likes certain foods and only some types of those kinds of foods, so the four of them are really limited on where and what they can eat

Mac feels super bad about this, she hates limiting them because she can't get over not wanting to eat some foods, but her wives reassure her that its not an issue and that they are more than willing to accommodate for her

But it does create a challenge for Chandler on making her a variety of food and not just making her the same thing every night

It also limits what she can make for herself and the others, because Mac can't even be at the same table with some foods or she'll start to get nauseous

But with sweets, Chandler has much more freedom, because Mac likes pretty much all of them

She'll bake brownies or cookies or cupcakes, usually having something waiting for when her wives come home

Unfortunately this has resulted in issues where they eat the sweets and are 'too full' for dinner like a bunch of children, so Chandler has been forced to hide them until they eat their dinner

Its at times like those where Chandler really questions why she chose to marry these fools

She doesn't have a favorite thing to make, however

Cookies are fun because each of her wives have a different kind they like best, with cupcakes she can decorate each one, same thing with cakes on a larger scale, brownies just taste so fucking good, the list goes on

Favorite kind of cookie:

Chandler - Red Velvet

Duke - Chocolate with chocolate chips

Mac - Sugar with White Chocolate chips

Veronica - Oatmeal Raisin

Whenever she pulls those out the other three visibly recoil in disgust

She doesn't see what's wrong with them, they taste good

Veronica's parents were the type to not give their kids sweets so she grew up with oatmeal raisin

Gardening is also a habit of hers

As part of her weekly routine she spends a day working in the yard, pulling weeds and the like

Its become something she really enjoys and a point of pride for her

She had made this really cute set of outdoor working clothes and a big sun hat, and dons those before getting to work

There's a lot to do to make sure her yard is as beautiful as possible

She is very very particular about it and will not let her wives touch anything under fear of sleeping on the couch

Her garden is filled with flowers, mostly ones that have their colors and of course some heathers

Sometimes while she works in the yard she lets Munchkin run around with her, just to get some time outside and eat fresh grass

But she has to keep an eye on him, he has literally no sense of self-preservation and will go right up to anyone or anything that catches his interest, including the neighbor's German Shepard who could eat him whole in two bites

The only thing she can't do herself is dealing with bugs

If she sees a wasp or god forbid a spider she screams at the top of her lungs and runs inside

Most of the time she has to call JD to get him to deal with it

She has a personal vendetta against the ants

No matter what product she uses, no matter how many exterminators she calls or anti-ant plants she plants, they always come back and make ugly piles on her perfect lawn, and it pisses her off

This has resulted in her kicking over the ant piles multiple times in frustration, which has a predictable outcome

She has a guilty pleasure, being bad TV Reality Drama shows, stuff like Survivor or the Bachelor

If she finished everything else she needed to do she'll sit on the couch with some popcorn and pull up an episode

She gets super into it, yelling and screaming at the TV because a character made a stupid decision

Several times one of her wives have come home and heard the yelling and feared the worst, only to see Chandler shaking with rage on the couch, popcorn spilled all over the floor

Heather Duke:

Reading is something that was denied to Duke for the longest time

With her untreated dyslexia, she found books almost impossible to read, not helped by her parents berating her for having trouble with it

She came to hate books for a time, seeing them as yet another sign of how much farther behind she was than everyone else

But with their untimely murders and Duke's subsequent diagnosis and acquisition of special glasses to help her, she is finally able to enjoy reading

She's taken one of the many empty rooms in their mansion and turned it into a library for her and Veronica (the others don't like reading)

They got a faux fireplace installed (Chandler refused to have a live fire inside her home) and installed shelves on every wall

One half of the room is Veronica's, the other her's

They both have very different organizations, however

Veronica, for some ungodly reason, decided to organize her collection by the color of the spine, making a rainbow across her shelves

While Duke does like the gay TM it confuses her as to how she finds whatever book she's looking for

Duke, like the reasonable person she is, organizes hers by alphabetized title

Sometimes Veronica will mess them up and put some in the wrong places, this usually occurring after Duke did something to annoy her, and she gets just so mad

They decked out the room with comfy couches and other decor

The room became a calming place for her and Veronica

If one of them got upset at something or someone they would head into the room and plop down with a good book

JFK also hangs out here 99% of the time, curling up on the masses of heat that come there sometimes

Duke really doesn't like furry animals, but she makes an exception for JFK because he literally doesn't do anything besides lay near her for heat

Back to actual reading, once Duke was able to without difficulty, she became engrossed with books

She went to Barnes and Noble and came back with so many bags that Mac had to come help her carry it all to the house

She then basically locked herself in the library for a week and only stopped to eat and go to the bathroom

Eventually Chandler got so worried that she literally dragged Duke out of there and had to set limits on her reading time

Duke reads literally anything she could get her hands on

Children's series, YA Novels, Mystery, Romance, Drama, if it had a cover and back and pages in the middle she read it

Eventually she started to be drawn to certain genres, but she'll still read anything that catches her eye

This makes her super easy to buy gifts for, just go to the bookstore and pick out any book and theres a 99.9% chance she'll love it

Her and Veronica will spend hours sitting around just talking about different books

Mac tries to follow along but gets lost really quickly while Chandler scrolls on her phone while calling them nerds

Duke also really enjoys crossword puzzles

The only reason that they get a newspaper in the year of our lord 20XX is so Duke can do the puzzle

Chandler calls her grandma whenever she sees her trying to complete it

Her love for them started when they had a power outage during a bad storm, and while looking for things to do Duke found the newspaper from that morning (she was that bored)

She had originally intended to look through the comics, but she saw the crossword and decided why the hell not

It turns out those things are really freaking hard

Duke knew about a third of the answers and between the rest of them they were able to figure out a few more, but she was frustrated that she, a full grown adult, was not able to do something as simple as a crossword puzzle, so she vowed to keep doing them until she could get them all without having to google the answers or ask for help

She still hasn't even gotten close, but that doesn't stop her from trying

Duke also has a penchant for causing chaos in their household

This mostly comes in the form of bothering Chandler

Of course there was the putting Cornelius in her makeup cabinet incident, but there are plenty of other examples

There was the day she hid and waited for Chandler to pass by only to shoot her with a nerf gun and run away, resulting in Chandler dragging Mac and Veronica to the store to buy some of their own to get revenge

When they get back there's a full on nerf war

Mac and Veronica quickly turn on Chandler and then each other, resulting in a four way battle

Veronica breaks a lamp with her nerf sword

Eventually they become exhausted and give up, doing their best to pick up all of the darts

They didn't do the greatest job however, and to this day they are still finding darts in the most random of places

There was another time she and her partner in crime JD pulled a prank on Chandler by forcing her to sit between them during UNO

During the game they would sneak +4 cards out of their pockets and only use them on Chandler, and if someone played a reverse card the other one would start using the cards on her

She ended up with like 50 cards in her hand before she saw JD pull a card out of his pocket, and when she did she became enraged, threw her hand at JD and stormed off

Once they went do putt-putt golf when they were on vacation, and every time it was Duke's turn she would 'accidentally' knock Chandler's ball away from the hole

Chandler ended up chasing her around the course, swinging her club at her

They ended up getting kicked out

Duke doesn't do these things because she hates Chandler or because she's trying to be malicious, they're meant as silly harmless things which are meant to get a laugh out of the four of them

While Chandler does get ticked off she gets over it really quickly because she knows that this is just Duke's way of showing love, despite how weird of a method it is

And Duke goes after Chandler instead of the others because Mac wouldn't take it well and would probably start thinking that Duke hates her and start crying, and Veronica wouldn't get agitated and would probably join in, and that's not the reaction she's looking for

Heather McNamara:

Her biggest hobby is probably Pokemon

I honestly wouldn't even call it a hobby, its one of her special interests

Mac is autistic and because of that she tends to hyperfixate on certain things, and Pokemon is one of them

She lives and breathes Pokemon

She will play the games over and over again, dozens of times each

She's the kind of person who tends to plan out her team before she starts playing, and she keeps a record of every team she's ever used

She also nicknames all of her Pokemon

We would be here all day if I listed all of her teams, so I'll just list her first ever team, which was when she played through X Version when she was 8 or 9

There was Fluffy the Delphox, Majesty the Pidegot, Tiny the Blastoise (he was tiny, just not so much after he evolved), Chan-Chan the Lucario (Lucario reminded her of Chandler, both being strong and protective), Shiny the Ampharos and Rainbow the Xerneas

She's literally memorized the Pokedex, ask her about any Pokemon and she could tell you their type, how/if they evolve, both the national and regional dex numbers, what prominent trainers use them, and so on and so forth

Her bedroom is covered in hundreds of Pokemon plushes, to the extent that she cannot sleep in her bed because of how covered it is

It's not like she slept in that bad anyway, why would she when she could sleep with her wives, but even if she wanted to sleep in her own bed she couldn't

She's trying to collect at least one plush for each Pokemon, but it's hard

They make plenty of merch for Pikachu and the starters, but most pokemon aren't so lucky, having only a singular one made years ago

She searches comic-cons, Ebay, really shady websites that promise to send stuff directly from Japan if she puts in her social security number and the last 3 digits on the back of her credit card, but she has very little luck

She also bought those giant plushes from the Pokemon Center, the Spheal, Mareep and who can forget the giant Furret *insert Furret walking music here*

She's watched the entire anime at least twice, which is no easy feat with its 1200ish episodes, not including movies and specials and all that other crap

Another one of her special interests is My Little Pony

(Just a heads up, I know very little about MLP, I'm just gotta try my best here)

Its another piece of media that she was exposed to at a very young age and became enamored with

It was a world she could turn to to escape her mother, one where problems were solved with the power of friendship and where everything turned out alright in the end

Even once her mother fucked off and Mac found an actual real friend, she still enjoyed watching the show

Her favorite Pony is Fluttershy bc she's yellow and the most kind (I think)

She'll still watch the show from time to time

Its her comfort show, if she's upset or agitated or whatever she'll go to her room and put in a DVD

She collects the plushes from the show just like with Pokemon, but thankfully there are only 6? ones

She got really upset when Generation 4 was canceled and she thinks that Gen 5 is stupid and looks terrible

Mac loves animals

Imagine that scene from Frozen where Kristoff sings that Reindeers are better than people but replace Reindeers with animals and Sven with Munchkin and you have Mac's outlook on life (aside from her wives of course)

Her volunteer work at the animal shelter is mostly done so she can play with all the animals

Duke doesn't really like furry creatures and while she's ok with Munchkin and JFK she only barely tolerates Heather Catler so there's no way she can get any more pets, so she gets her fix while doing volunteer work

They are always in need of help, no matter the circumstances there is always more work to be done then there are people to do it, so they are extremely thankful for her help

The animals at the shelter all love her, mostly because she sneaks them treats

She'll do what she needs to do and spend the rest of the time playing, petting, snuggling, just generally doing whatever with all the cats and dogs

Animals also seem to just like Mac

Maybe its her bright friendly demeanor or because she knows how to handle animals, but most will just come up to her and be friendly

She spends a lot of her free time doing research on animals

Before adopting Munchkin she spent several weeks watching videos and reading articles on the best way to care for a rabbit and what she could do to ensure that he lives the most enriching life

While she has less control at the shelter, she still did her research to see what the animals would like best and what to avoid

Veronica Sawyer:

Veronica has a spending problem

She calls it a hobby but its a problem

Her parents weren't exactly the richest growing up, so the transition to having seemingly endless money was a hard one

A hard one for the four of their's shared bank account which now has to deal with Veronica constantly buying shit

But fr Veronica was initially hesitant to spend any money that wasn't hers

She had grown up in a household where money was tight sometimes and they couldn't always afford to waste money on non-essentials, but now she's in a situation where her wives told her to just buy what she wanted

They have a shared account that all of their credit cards are linked too, which Chandler is in charge of paying off

Once she got over the initial awkwardness she started spending like crazy

The main target of her urge is pokemon cards

Its like gambling for her, and no matter how many times Chandler tells her that it would be easier and cheaper to just buy the cards she wants outright Veronica will still buy packs

Every time they go to a store with Pokemon cards Veronica will buy some

She doesn't even know how to play the game, she just buys packs

She has literal boxes upon boxes of commons sitting in her room just collecting dust

Its not limited to cards, she'll also buy funko pops, anime collectibles, books and the like

The Heathers collect all these things too to some extent but the sheer amount Veronica buys is crazy

Its not a financial issue for the Heathers, they have more than enough, its a space issue

Veronica's room is simply not big enough to hold everything, and Chandler refuses to have any of her "nerd shit" in places where guests could see

Its gotten to the point that Veronica's room is less of a room and more of a closet or storage unit

One of the things she spends money on had become its own hobby

Veronica is one of those adults who spends just a ridiculous amount of money on LEGO

She of course had some as a kid but it was a rare treat and not something she was able to get very often, so now that she had money she buys whatever she wants

The LEGO store at the mall knows her by name with how often she comes in and lets her know of any deals or promotions that are coming up

She buys all of those really big expensive sets and puts them on display in her office

Her favorites are the Colosseum and the Eiffel Tower

Fun fact: The Lego Eiffel Tower is only 7 Inches Shorter than Duke

She's 5'3 and the set is 4'8

She had to build it in the living room because of how much space it was taking up, and as it grew taller and taller Duke became even more flabbergasted

She could not believe that she was almost shorter than a fucking LEGO set

At the LEGO store you can build your own minifigures and one time she made one for each of the Heathers and herself

Chandler said that she thought it was stupid but Veronica caught her admiring it and smiling not even 5 minutes later

She also has a pretty big passion for anime

It was something she got into during high school, not because of anyone or anything, mostly just because she was interested

She's watched almost all of the major animes and many of the lesser-known ones, and she tries to share this love with her wives

One time she decided to sit down and watch all of One Piece without taking a break

She stayed on the couch for almost 2 weeks, only stopping to go to the bathroom, refill on snacks, and sleep for a few hours

Besides those times she was basically cationic and the Heathers began to get really worried

She only stopped and rejoined the world of the living when Mac started crying

Her favorite kinds of anime are those that are really messed up

If it doesn't have some kind of twist or premise that makes you wanna vomit then she probably isn't gonna enjoy it as much

Things like Neon Genesis Evangelion, Serial Experiments Lain, Psycho Pass or Devilman Crybaby

Of course watching these shows does not help her sleep problems but she's a bad bitch she don't care

She has to watch these kinds of shows alone

One time Duke came into the living room while she was watching one of the many disturbing scenes in The End of Evangelion and from the way she looked you'd think she'd just come back from Vietnam

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Alecto the Ninth News

Part One

Alright friends. We are all chomping at the bit for any Alecto news at all. So here is what I've compiled from interviews, podcasts and AMAs. Sources are linked and screenshots have alt. text.

I've also included a little commentary or speculation on some points but ultimately that's not the focus of this collection.

Under the cut because I feel like it's going to get long.

So many screenshots, it turns out I'll have to split it into 3 posts.

If you enjoy this post please reblog so more people can see it!

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I'm making this post on mobile, so forgive any wonkiness. Also tumblr ate this post once already *screams into the void*

• The book starts with Harrow in Hell. A reference to the Harrowing of Hell. Based on the presence of a porn mag I'd guess it's her own little river bubble inside Alecto but still just speculation.

Source: Tamsyn reads to us! Video with written description

• There is a wedding of some sort. Possibly other excuses to dress up the characters in formal ware. Some people have expressed concern that this was referencing the N- and C- wedding in Nona, but nope. We have confirmation that it is in book 4.

Source: Twitter

The next series of screenshots are all from the same tor.com interview: TM on Lyctorhood and Genderfuckery.

• This first one again confirms allusions to the harrowing of hell/ the decent of Christ. For those out of the loop the tldr:

The harrowing of hell is an Old English and Middle English term referring to the period of time between the Crucifixion of Jesus and his resurrection. In triumphant descent, Christ brought salvation to the souls held captive there since the beginning of the world.

A lot of speculation has gone on around about Harrow and her role in freeing the souls trapped in the river/reviving the river from whatever is poisoning it. [ *cough*JOD*cough*].

Also another reference towards formal outfits for the cast. So at least the wedding if not multiple formal functions.

• The question of Harrow and Gideon's souls will continue into Alecto. Looking forward to info on how enmeshed they've become and/or if they can be separated.

• I mean this quote is infamous by now. Which of our faves is it in reference to? All of them?

•I feel like we haven't seen enough about the differences between rebirth [a la Paul and Nona] vs Resurrection [Gideon/Harrow?! Someone else?] So while not a direct promise of anything in Alecto, I feel like the implication is there.

•The next two screenshots are about the Alecto cover, which is complete[the first from the above interview:]

•and the second is from an AMA from Aug. 5 2020

• The cover is definitely done since she was talking about it in 2020 and reaffirmed right before Nona’s release. I feel like they are waiting until they have a better idea of a publishing date before release. Maybe we'll get news in Q4 after the Nona paperback release and excitement dies down?

• From the same 2020 AMA. As this is pre-Nona, it could be possible that the heist mentioned deals with Gideon's body [either the Houses heisting it from BOE which happened off screen or the heist of Gideon's body from the barracks]. But I included it just in case that isn't what is being referenced.

• Same 2020 AMA: Again this could be covered in Nona as being what the John chapters were about, but also maybe not.

Source: TazMuir tumblr post from April 2020

• Another infamous quote at this point. Definitely feels like this is about the 'Third Most Toxic Polycule' of Harrow/Gideon/Ianthe and maybe Alecto is in this loop as well. With all the references to weddings and relationships I'm wondering who out of these four is marrying who...[maybe it's someone totally different, but my money is on someone in this situation]

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[keeppushingthelimits]

Illusions - Max Verstappen & ?

Hello & Welcome

I hope you enjoy

Comment & talk to me baby

I don't know who the other man is yet, any ideas?

w.c : 1,141 (credit to gif maker) (don't steal my work)

The smell of Kennedy’s expensive perfume hits you long before you see her. You know she must have arrived shortly before you, and her signature Tom Ford perfume fills the space and invades your senses, clouding your already scattered thoughts.

The man clad in his server tuxedo leads you through the luxurious space, smiling and making small talk, gesturing his hands toward the bar while he tells you about their specialty drinks. It’s almost fate, you think, because God knows you need one.

After a few more smiles and nods, you make it to the reserved table. It’s on the edge of the vast space, but it sits in front of a wall of windows. It shows off a beautiful afternoon, with sunlight filtering through sheer curtains, casting a warm glow on the table adorned with polished silverware and delicate china.

Sitting there, with a halo of light surrounding her, is Kennedy, digging through one of her Birkin bags. She flashes her eyes to you as you close in, and a broad smile dons on her signature red lips. She’s quick to her feet, and you can tell she chose her tallest heels for this special brunch occasion. She pulls you into a tight hug, squeezing the breath out of you.

“About damn time,” She lets out. “I thought I would have to drink all the bottomless mimosas myself.”

You bark out a laugh as you part, setting down your own bag on one of the empty chairs. You remove the light coat from your frame as Kennedy sits back down, eyeing your choice of outfit and subtly nodding her head.

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” You answer her, meeting her stare fully for the first time.

When your eyes connect to her dark blue hues, she takes you in, baring into the depths of your soul. She knows you better than you know yourself, and you’re hoping the facade of normalcy you’re putting on is convincing.

“I always understand when you have to cancel, you're a busy woman.”

Here it comes.

“So,” Kennedy sips her mimosa and smirks. "How's Max and the wedding plans? Did the planer fix the fuck up with the flowers?”

A sizeable dry lump forms in your throat, and your stomach tightens into uncomfortable knots. You avoid the question for a brief moment and take a sip of your drink. The sugary concoction coats your throat as it slides down, and you wish you could stay silent forever. The moment of unease stretches, and you can almost feel Kennedy grow more impatient with the ticking seconds.

“Yeah, they fixed it.” You break, forcing a smile.” Everything's great, Max is great.”

The words taste bitter as they leave your lips, but the lie lips easily. Kennedy's corner of her mouth twitches, but she takes the answer. Only for a moment, though, before she searches your face again and raises an eyebrow

“Come on, (Y/N), you have to give me something here. I want all the details about my best friend's wedding.”

You swallow hard again and take another drink. Then another.

“Max is wonderful," you say, your voice cracking imperceptibly. "We're just dealing with the usual pre-wedding stress, you know?"

Kennedy nods, but you don’t miss how her eyes shrink slightly in suspicion. She knows something is wrong, but thankfully, she assumes you’re telling her the truth and that the stress is about the wedding and not the actual terrible truth.

You feed her a couple more details to derail the beast, and she’s gone off your scent as a server comes to the table. A few minutes later, the food collection comes, and between your bits of some slightly dry chicken, the conversation drifts through floral arrangements and the upcoming bachelorette party. You finish your plate, pushing it to the side as you deeply discuss the possibility of flying into Vegas for one night. You find your lips being too dry for your liking, so while Kennedy rants about which clubs have the best VIP section, you lean over to grab your Dior gloss from your bag.

“Jesus, is that a hickey?” Kennedy's voice is laced with disbelief.

You quickly swat your hand up to the side of your neck, shocked that you could have missed something like that, so you try to play it off.

“What? No, of course not.”

Ken begins laughing so hard that a snort lets itself escape. She continues her fit until she's clutching her side, and a few older ladies at neighboring tables give her dirty looks.

“Oh my god, I didn’t know Max had that in him.” She lets out another giggle. “You better hope his mother doesn't come to lunch here today; she’d have a stroke.”

You don’t find her remotely funny, and you wish for nothing more than her to drop it. But knowing your best friend, stopping your utter humiliation isn't an option, and the tension building in your chest keeps growing as she pokes at it.

“Enough, Ken, please.” You finally snap.

Kennedy ceases her laughter and sits straighter in her chair, a confused, then slightly hurt, look crossing her features.

“God, (Y/N), I’m just having fun. What's up with you today? You have a massive stick up your ass.”

You scoff at her and roll your eyes. You know she’s right, but you don’t want to give her the satisfaction, and you’re not about to apologize. Instead, you return a stern look, and she raises an eyebrow.

“Seriously, (Y/N). Are you pissed that Max had to go to that extra safety demo this weekend instead of staying back to help?”

You shake your head rapidly. That isn't what's bugging you. In fact, you were thrilled when he told you about the impromptu trip. You were fucking ecstatic.

“I’m fine, Ken; I’m just in a mood. Is that a crime?”

She rolls her icy eyes back at you.

“It is a crime when you're supposed to be having the time of your life. You’ve waited so long for this and have been acting weird for a while.”

That statement gets you.

“What do you mean?” You grit out between clenched teeth. “I have been the perfect little bride to be for everyone.”

Kennedy is quick to stick it to you. “Maybe with other people, not with me. You don't want to talk about the wedding. You don’t want to talk about Max. Like, what the hell? I’m your best friend, and we are supposed to be doing this together.”

Her face starts growing red as she continues. “Are you mad at me? Did I do something?”

“No.” You almost break down, knowing you have to tell her. “You didn’t.”

“Then what?”

It rises in your throat, and you know your entire world is about to burn.

“I’m cheating on Max.”

[lunarriviera]

another thrilling spirealm update

henlo my friends yes it's that time once again where i tell you what is happening on the bizarrely named drama "the spirealm," i am at episode 25 having shotgunned it all weekend and i have thoughts, opinions, and a gabillion screencaps of ruan nanzhu looking stricken, i finally had to stop taking them because he has the exact same face of devastated yearning in all of them and i was filling up my cloud drive. spoilers ahoy! [parts one and two are here if you even care]

as just mentioned, ruan nanzhu spends his time looking either 1) icily indifferent (when people who aren't qiushi are talking to him and/or dying in front of him, to his vast annoyance) or 2) torn asunder by pangs of desire (whenever he's staring at qiushi, who's babbling obliviously about science or clues or absolutely nothing of any importance whatsoever). here is a representative screencap but he has this look on his face pretty much continually, like he's just been hit by a car. a car of love.

it makes me put my head in my hands and scream quietly, i haven't seen a BL actor who understood the assignment this well since zhang xincheng or maybe even z1l. (who all clearly not only read the novel but underlined it, highlighted it, and stuck in colored post-it notes.) when not busy with adoration, he swans around being magnificent in a frockcoat like he's edward rochester, while lin qiushi trails behind him wearing a fit he got out of the goodwill box in his college dorm.

in spite of being besties with a literal fashion icon, at no point does it ever seem to occur to lingling "hm maybe i should dress a bit more formally for my imminent demise inside the doors"—no, instead he proudly wears his ratty sweatshirt with holes in it. which i sort of think might belong to huang junjie. idk maybe qiushi trusts it, and feels safe in it, hey look at that i made it sad.

massive power couple energy. also notice how their outfits are exact black-and-white negatives of each other, the harper's bazaar wedding photoshoot would have been so goddamn lit.

taking a brief moment for a shoutout to this guy. chen fei i don't even know what your fate will be but i already know you deserved better. not only do you patch everyone up with your veterinary knowledge, but i have seen your unrequited love. it did not go unobserved. you would have been a great partner, you're unimpressed by everything and drink your soy milk with chilling apathy. i'm real sorry the theatre gay didn't love you back. you're too similar i guess.

back to lin qiushi who has the worst case of main character energy since harry freaking potter. somehow the game is about him??? he has trauma??? none of this was in the novel and i'm just pretending it's not happening until it becomes impossible to ignore. in the meantime he continues to sympathize with door ghosts because he's just that nice of a guy. (EXCEPTION: nanzhu literally murdered two competitors bc they threatened his darling, and lin qiushi helped him cover it up. i was appalled for like 5 minutes then i shrugged. it's a cutthroat game, the doors change people. also it's like captain mal used to say: if someone tries to kill you, you kill 'em right back.) i have big Theories about what is fixing to happen but for now i will end by relating that lin qiushi has gone into a door alone, because he wants to butch up and be a better partner for ruan nanzhu. and that would be a great idea and super helpful except that nanzhu IMMEDIATELY WENT OUT OF HIS MIND WITH BLIND TERROR. outwardly of course he gives no signs of this (other than hiring someone to protect his fragile boyfriend, which, if lingling figures this out, ruan nanzhu will be sleeping on the sofa forever).

here he is pushing food around his plate miserably at lingling's funeral pre-solo-door party. everyone is having such a fun time.

and here he is standing in front of the door waiting like a dumb wounded animal. i have a feeling if lin qiushi doesn't emerge at 15 minutes on the dot, nanzhu will simply expire on the spot, like a wolf separated from its mate. maybe that's the end of the spirealm JUST KIDDING, we still haven't gotten to the part where they're on either side of a different door wailing at each other. i really need lin qiushi to stop being such a cheery equanimous little frat boy and START SUFFERING, can we get some mutual pining up in this bitch. (also i need his hair to change in the traditional BL post-wedding hairstyle alteration because i can't remember at this point if huang junjie even HAS a forehead under that vast curtain of bangs)

to sum up, we've had a) sexy handfeeding of lychees b) tender cat fur removal from face and c) stalking your pretty boyfriend aggressively against the wall so you can…offer him a packet of disinfectant. in the novel of course nanzhu bites him and yes xia zhiguang absolutely knows that's what he's supposed to be doing here, we love to see it.

oh and also d) "i'll protect you. i'll protect you forever."

SOON: THE THRILLING CONCLUSION. IT'LL BE SO FUCKING SAD. PS unrelated to any of this but the OST SLAPS and i sing along every time now, that opening song is an unskippable cut scene of a banger

PS gonna be sad when [redacted] dies, he's a real card. and that other person dies too. and that third person. shit it's about to get messy

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

A Dieter Thing Happened on the Way to the Colosseum

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 1, 347

Summary: thanks to a certain trailer, you have some inspiration to bring back to Dieter

Warnings: saucy suggestions, mild swearing, Ancient Roman history, talk of roleplay, Dieter being Dieter in a Roman costume

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Arms wrapped around you as soon as you got out of the car. Very soft inviting arms.

“Hi Dieter.”

“Hello, my beautiful almost wife. In less than three months I can say hello to my beautiful wife.”

He did this every time, and it was still adorable.

“I have stuff to get out of the car,” he wasn’t letting go quite yet. “I picked up your wedding suit.”

That got him excited. He grabbed everything that was in the trunk of your car and skipped inside.

You couldn’t help but smile; you never knew anyone as excited as your fiancé for your upcoming wedding. He took delight in picking out his wedding suit. Dieter decided on a navy-blue suit with an inlay of dusty pink imprinted with roses.

“Uh, honey cakes, this isn’t my suit,” he walked out holding up something that wasn’t his wedding suit. It was a costume an actor playing a Roman general would wear in an epic historical film. You just stood there dumbfounded.

“This isn’t for the wedding, is it?” You shook your head. “Wait, is this a roleplay thing?”

You managed to squeak out a maybe.

Dieter stared at you in amazed confusion. “You’ve never expressed any interest in Ancient Rome before. My horror film knowledge is very limited but I’m pretty sure there isn’t one.”

“There should be one. It would be amazing, like Prey.”

“Alright, what’s happened?”

“It was the trailer.”

“What trailer?”

“Trailer for Gladiator 2.”

“They made a sequel to that?”

You nodded, “I wasn’t that interested, but it was all anyone talked about at work, so I watched it and…”

“And…?”

“It was hot.”

“Come on, no trailer could be that hot.”

Cue one slightly historically inaccurate teaser trailer later…

“Okay, that was pretty hot.”

“I told you.”

“Hang on,” he gave you that classic cheeky look. “You just want me to show off my knees.”

“Well, you have nice knees. They’re much cuter than mine.”

“I love your knees. Especially when I have them over my shoulders,” he grabbed said knees and draped them over his legs which caused you to slump against his chest.

He nuzzled close, “So, what did you have in mind for roleplay?”

“I have no idea. I don’t remember much from high school history.”

“Well, we only need to know the basics. Obviously, I’ll be a Roman general and you can be my Roman wife.”

“So far, so good.”

“I could be coming back from a battle and then you could help me wash off in our pretend Roman bath.”

“I’d love to have a bath,” you already imagined soaking in the hot water.

“You can help wash off the dirt from my battle.”

“Then we’d have slow-motion sex like in that Zack Snyder film?” you were trying to decide which bath salts you’d like in your bath.

“Almost, but the Battle of Thermopylae was in 480 BC and the Colosseum wasn’t built until around 80 AD.”

“You’re such a nerd.”

“I know.”

You couldn’t help but kiss his nose, “It’s very sexy.”

“So should I role around in some dirt?”

“Don’t you have some fake dirt?”

“It won’t wash off that easily.”

“I can pretend I had a pre-wash before soaking in our Ancient Roman bath.”

“Oh, speaking of Rome; pizza.”

“Pizza?”

“Please tell me they had pizza in Ancient Rome.”

“They weren’t as fancy as today’s pizza but yes they did.”

“I really want some pizza.”

“And would that be before or after the roleplay?”

You made a noise like you were starting to get a headache, “I don’t know, my brain don’t work. I’ve been problem solving all day and now it’s just,” you then made a noise like a splat.

“Oh, you’re poor brain.”

“I’m sorry I’m not being helpful here.”

He kissed that spot between your eyebrows which calmed your mind. “Just tell me what it is you’d like to do.”

“All I want is to soak in the bath, have pizza and you in sexy Roman outfit.”

“And that’s all you want?”

You nodded, snuggling further into his softness.

You must have dozed off because the next thing you knew, Dieter was gently waking you up.

“Hey,” he spoke softly. “Pizza is going to be here in five minutes.”

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you stretched as you asked, “You ordered pizza?”

“Yup, you should run yourself a hot bath.” Before you could question him, he kissed your cheek. “You deserve a hot bath.”

“I do,” and you wandered off to the bathroom.

The hot water was the perfect thing for a long day. You closed your eyes and took a long breath of the rose scented bath salts.

“Thy pizza, my lady.”

You opened your eyes: before you was Dieter dressed as a Roman general kneeling down with a box of pizza.

“This is what you wanted wasn’t it?” he seemed uncertain.

“Me in a hot bath with you in a sexy Roman outfit and pizza?” you let out an adoring whimper. “It’s everything I wanted!”

“I’m glad,” he opened the box. “I should start wearing skirts, show off my knees.”

“It does suit you.” He took some time to admire his figure in his costume.

“Dieter, I love you and I cannot wait to be married but…”

“But pizza?”

“Pizza!”

He took out a slice and held it out to you. You took as big a bite as you could manage without burning your mouth but with pizza it was always going to happen. Thankfully, your experience with cheese helped prevent such burns.

“Fuck, hot,” Dieter not so much. Once he recovered from pizza cheese burns, he took a stool and sat down. You noticed he was rather lacking in a certain something.

“Dieter, are you not wearing underwear?”

“Well I can’t go wearing a loincloth can I?” he waggled his eyebrows and took another bite of pizza. “So you think I should I be in a horror film set in Ancient Rome?”

“You know I’d watch it.”

“Something like a Roman troop come across some ancient aliens? Please those so-called historians?”

You hummed in thought after another bite of pizza, “I think something like vampires or werewolves would work better.”

“Werewolves could work. There’s the myth that Rome was founded by Romulus and Remus, and they were raised by a wolf so, I don’t know, there could be some cult or something that turns out to be werewolves.”

“Please, someone write that film so you can be in it.”

“And you can do the werewolf makeup.”

“I’d love to do an Ancient Roman werewolf!” you shifted your legs seductively in the bath. “So, are you going to join me?”

“I’d love to but I’m keeping this on for a while.”

“Oh?”

“For starters, I look good in it. Secondly, it was a bit fiddly to get on. Got some weird looks from the pizza guy.”

“I can help you take it off.” The rose scent was getting to you.

“You will eventually. But just think of me as a Roman general, just back from battle missing his beautiful Roman wife. He’s not going to waste time taking off his armour before making passionate love.”

“Can you move in that?”

“I can move the important parts.”

“I like those important parts,” you had enough of pizza. You leaned out of the bath and Dieter offered you more pizza, but you took his face in your hands and kissed him deeply. He gladly leaned in.

“I can’t wait until we’re married,” said Dieter. “Then I can carry my actual wife to bed rather than my pretend Roman wife.”

“The pretend stuff is nice until then.”

“At least the sex is real.” He stood up and held out his hand. “Now, let’s get those sexy knees over my shoulders.”

“Your shoulders are so broad in that outfit.”

You stood up as if to step out of the bath, but your eager fiancé scooped you up in his arms.

“Dieter, I haven’t dried off.”

“Don’t worry, I put towels down on the bed.”

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle @cevans-is-classic @glshmbl @cupcakehp @gswizzsstuff @grogusmum @readingiskeepingmegoing @kirsteng42

[shaadiwish]

Check Out These Outfit Ideas For Brides To Slay At Pre-Wedding Lunch & Soiree. Head To ShaadiWish For Latest Trends And Ideas.

[lividcryptid]

Sooooo fun little thing I wanna do for myself:

What are some flowers that you believe would fit the sinners? A friend gave me Indian Blanket and Iris for post Canto 5 ishy and Butterfly weed for Pre Canto Ishy, but I wanna know flower suggestions for other characters now! I just like flowers haha

(I’m making more hypothetical Limbus Company flower themed keychain designs btw that’s why I’m asking)

Other idea: Formal attire or wedding attire. Yeah. That’s the second part of this post cause I’m a sucker for pretty outfits and women in suits (totally an invite to send me outfit suggestions for the sinners I will not mind at all)

[animeomegas]

Okay. Uchiha weddings with this new head cannon, I feel like the like pre-wedding night for an omega getting married would be the omega parent just having a like spa day in a sense.

Fancy bath, the MOST complicated hair wash routine and then painting the nails with gorgeous patterns, intricate and lovely (you know henna? I feel like those kinda patterns would be used for a Uchiha Omega's wedding nails)

And then the morning of the wedding is hair being done up in a gorgeous style showing how lovely the Omega's hair is, an equally gorgeous wedding outfit that shows of their beauty and status and hours of makeup to perfectly show off all their lovely features

Obviously this could be more angsty I'd you worded it right but I want some sweet wholesome stuff cause a wedding is supposed to be the happiest of someone's life. (I keep popping in now I need to give myself a little symbol -3-)

Yes! LOVE LOVE LOVE!!

I adore the idea of the pre-wedding ritual being a spa day. Kind of like a hen do, but with family only. The omega gets pampered so hard, omg.

What if the Uchiha clan had their own onsen! And it was booked out especially for pre-wedding events!

The omega gets all sorts of skin treatments, massages, and as you said, the most complicated hair routine ever, with deep conditioning masks, and about a thousand washing rituals.

Wedding nails would be a really important tradition. I like to think there's a special wedding colour for nails, maybe red? And maybe those in the wedding party have an accent nail in red, while those getting married have full red nails.

I like the idea of a design similar to henna, kind of like a border around the nails if that makes sense.

Wedding hair for Uchihas is like a science and an artform all at once. Here are some styles that I've been imagining:

But with more jewels or flowers in it.

Or maybe this, but a bit neater:

And for short hair maybe this, with each part artfully placed:

I love these headcanons about Uchiha weddings! Thank you for sending some in!! <33

[hoardlikegoldenirises]

*leans casually on wall* hey,

i will take ANY excuse to design an outfit, especially wedding outfits, idk why— I just think they're fun.

there were originally two tuxedos involved in this (on the hair timeline drawing), with Flash's white and Peter's blue, but as I was editing my notes I ended up moving some stuff around and shunted Flash's transition forward by about a year and a half because it made more sense to happen around the time they get married instead of nearly 2 years later...

So like any reasonable person, I thought to myself, "oh boy! time to spend four days on a wedding dress!" (the drawing didn't take four days, i just spent a lot of time looking stuff up)

💐

closeups and thoughts under the cut:

in my head the top part of the dress is at least partially some kind of soft, flexible fabric, like a stretch satinet or whatever, or one of those really soft matte stretchy fabrics, but i honestly wasn't sure how exactly to handle that considering I'm not a tailor myself... like there should probably be a waist seam where the top meets the skirt, though probably hidden by the embroidery at least a little bit... though i guess it could also be that there is a layer of already-embroidered georgette over the top of a slip...

i did not hand draw this embroidery by the way. i almost tried. and then after .5 seconds i said, "oh this doesn't look good and i don't know what i'm doing." so then i used some brushes in clip studio paint and colored in colors i liked and added some beads that are basically not visible at 100% zoom (lmao)

they're there, i swear. i just think it would be cute if there were some very small beads adding a bit of sparkle...

Anyway, I just thought the flowers and colors would be nice. And I know you're probably thinking "huh, where'd they get sheer fabric that's only embroidered on part of it?" considering all those pre-made fabrics w/ the flowers all over... or "where did they get that dress custom-made? did one of their friends pay for it?" to which normally I would say "yeah lol they know at least a half a dozen rich people" but in this case... Well, this is a wedding that involves Peter. and Peter is nothing if not extra, impulsive, romantic, and a masochist—

Peter hand-sewed the entire dress, including the embroidery.

I figure, if he can embroider spider webs onto his suit then surely he can handle this ,as long as he has something to go off of. the dress itself isn't exactly the most complex, except maybe the skirt part falling in a specific way, so this is just another idk how many hours for him to spend futzing around with a needle and thread and insisting he can finish it in time. point in favor, because he does, but only because they have to postpone the wedding from March to May for other, unrelated reasons LMAO

also i just think it's romantic... and i like the idea of him making things with his hands all the time... he takes up woodworking a year or two before this iirc lol (the reasons for that are more morbid though... 😅)

anyway, i wanted the skirt to look nice in a wheelchair without getting in the way of things like the brake grips or the push-rims, so Flash can still move herself around (esp since she doesn't have handles on the back of her wheelchair lol) so that was another thing i was looking at pictures of. I really like georgette so I think it's probably layers of georgette, but drawing that is... hard.

probably looks a little more like this?

but plain ivory obviously, not plaid. drapey with a soft hand, not too fluffy or stiff. probably a satin slip or something underneath.

elegant... backless... I mean if Peter is the one designing it (though presumably Flash has SOME input, I mean, she's the one wearing it) how could he possibly resist the opportunity? (i just think backless dresses look nice) (also it shows off her back muscles, probably)

lmao

as it says in the pic, i figured this should be designed so it's comfortable to sit in and doesn't get tugged around a bunch but I will be honest. i did not have a lot of luck trying to research that so I gave up. I'm sure there's a way to do it but I have no idea how to draw it so I'm handwaving it along with the mysterious missing waist seam LOL

but also it's a wedding dress and most wedding dresses are wildly inconvenient even if you have absolutely no disabilities whatsoever.

at least she doesn't have to go commando...

though i'm sure going to the bathroom is a real nightmare lol

the bouquet and the veil are both on the back of the wheelchair—this was already true even before I decided Flash was gonna use this as an opportunity to be way more girly than usual, but it's still true here too. Though I did end up changing the flowers cause I realized I didn't like what I had, so the final bouquet is a mix of peonies, flowering dogwood, and some kind of wildflower that would be in season in May. Plus the red ribbon to match Peter's accessories.

oh and there's Flash's makeup too. Simple, not too dramatic. I don't imagine her ever being a red lipstick and dramatic eyeshadow kind of person, whether at a wedding with colorful dress or not, but some lip gloss and a little bit of shimmery eyeshadow that you can barely see sounds nice... maybe copper mascara or whatever but nothing dark.

her hair is also not super complicated or fancy, and she has no jewelry or anything like that, aside from the engagement ring... just a nice low bun with some pretty wisps 💞 Courtesy of MJ almost definitely!!

And the yarmulke is for a multitude of reasons. "Technically" Flash is not "legally" a woman at this point, isn't even out to her family yet (lol. lmao.) and hasn't legally changed her name yet either (she's going to after they get married), and I don't even know what the rabbi would think (i mean, i'm sure they've discussed by the time the wedding happens lol) but women wear yarmulkes these days too (these days is... 2014... btw), and Flash will have converted like 4 years before the wedding already (for reasons unrelated to Peter) so it's important to her... so, ultimately, regardless of requirements or level of reformness, I think she just wants to wear one.

Peter gets one too.

isn't he handsome?

lbr he probably wouldn't have even thought about it if Flash didn't bring it up. too busy thinking about what color of tiny beads to sew onto her dress XD

I DID loosely base some elements of Peter's tuxedo on the one from the iconic PeterMJ wedding cover—

—but mostly in ways I probably would have done anyway (dark blue tux... red cummerbund... etc.) (actually now that i think about it, the comic tux is probably meant to be black, huh) and I didn't want to make it actually the same so I gave him a pleated shirt and I didn't use a carnation for his boutonniere. Instead, dogwood (to match the bouquet obviously)—all the flowers I picked I'm PRETTY sure are in-season in May in NYC. as if they couldn't just go to any random garden and get some damn roses but I wanted to be more specific.

Peter doesn't make his tuxedo XD He also doesn't buy or rent it—Johnny Storm is the one in charge here because he insists, Peter. It's a special occasion!! He'd never let his best friend who he's totally not a little bit in love with wear a rental tuxedo to his own wedding! God Forbid. Peter eventually allows him to do so under the stipulation that Johnny keeps it tasteful and classy and "not too expensive."

Which to Johnny means "expensive silks and wools."

he's probably wearing suspenders. i didn't bother drawing that.

also these fucking shoes

NO idea if Peter keeps these. I only came up with them today. He was just gonna wear normal shoes before... but again, this is tasteful a la Johnny Storm. But Peter doesn't usually have occasions to dress fancy so having weird pseudo-spat dress boots is like. "What do I even do with these?" ("Wear them!!!")

I almost made the top part white (thus, pseudo-spats) but I think that kind of requires more of a white tie look... it looks nicer black. and hides his spidey-tighties (except he's not wearing his costume under this). Snaps, too! easy on, easy off!

(vaguely based on (these shoes) btw but not 100%)

wedding rings 💍

i already drew the rings a while ago (though i did slightly modify the coloring) so that's still the same. the engagement ring is essentially Flash's very first step into admitting who she wants to be... Peter doesn't even have a proposal planned, he just asks one day over breakfast lmfao but Flash has to think about it a lot so by the time Peter gets a yes (after a serious conversation with Flash about it) Flash is also like... can I have a ring??? and Peter is like OF COURSE (and actually he did have some money saved for this but he didn't know what to do...)

he'd probably make the ring himself if she asked—he doesn't though, they get it from a jeweler. it's... not cheap but it's less than $1000 at least? benefits of being very small and discreet.

Peter probably also offers to get himself one so they're equals here esp since power dynamics is part of the serious conversation and why Flash has to think about his proposal, but it's just not practical for Science Teacher Spider-Man to have an engagement ring and also they do not have money for that many rings.

in my notes Peter is wearing his uncle's wedding ring btw 🥹 i don't think they have Richard and Mary's rings so that's probably not an option. so, resizing Uncle Ben's ring instead.

anyway...

that's everything

here's Flash again, look how pretty she is

normally she just wears comfy athletic clothes and no makeup lol

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

What Would They Think?: Vergil X G/N Reader

SUMMARY: The both of you are lying together in bed; however, Vergil can't sleep. As he sits there with only his thoughts to keep him company, his mind wanders aimlessly until he finds himself thinking about his parents--or rather, what his Father and Mother would have thought of you.

BEGINNING NOTES: G/N reader. Pre-established relationship 🌻🌻🌻 >I don’t know but I wanted some sappy fluffy(?) Vergil. Also, in this he is wearing the outfit I referenced in his H/Cs (linked here)--so that’s how he has a tie lmao >Since Sparda doesn't exactly have a cannon personality, I tried to figure out how I wanted him to sound--forgive me if it is rough. Just to be clear: Sparda is NOT hitting on the reader--you’ll know what I mean when you see it. It is an old-fashioned way of showing respect and stuff, not romantic. >Also, I come from a family that (used to) hug a lot so there is hugging between family members--I know that some folks don’t hug much so I thought I would add a note about it lol.

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     Warm. A comforting feeling you had gotten used to when sleeping. The snug feeling of toned arms wrapped around you; the sounds of light purring and breathing, only added to the cozy space. It was strange how someone so stoic and curt could be reposeful with you. He brought you peace and you brought him the same: keeping at bay his insomnia and nightmares. 

     Tonight, however, the man of your affections lay awake staring at your sleeping form. He ran one of his hands gently up your arm then lightly pet your head. Vergil involuntarily shook ever so slightly, fearing that he would wake you or that, perhaps, you would fade from his arms like a dream. 

     Thoughts like that made him feel foolish. Here you were laying happily on his chest and he couldn’t shake the fear of this not being real; that all this is just a desperate daydream from a man trapped in his Hellscape of a mind. A gust of wind would come through and you’d be gone and he’d be back in the Underworld, alone. No one in their right mind would lay with him this way, not after what he’s done; and yet, here you are. Completely unaware of the world around you, enveloped in his arms; trusting him not to harm you as he has to so many others.

      A slow steady breath left Vergil’s body as he pushed those thoughts away: not wanting to dwell on such depressing thoughts. He allowed his eyes to close and relaxed his body the best he could. Mindlessly his brain wandered through many different topics, unable to rest. Eventually, his mind ended up on the topic of his family--or rather, his parents. 

      “I wonder,” Vergil thought, “What would Father and Mother think of you?”

     He scoffed at his thoughts, how stupid a question. They are dead. Gone. Never coming back. So, why would he think about something that can never happen? 

     Despite this, Vergil couldn’t help but entertain the idea,  “Father would be surprised that I did not wed Nero’s mother; not taking her hand despite what happened. However, your excitement to learn about him and the history of Hell would surpass that sore point.”

     The eldest son smiled, “You interacting with Father… that would be a sight to see--you already find Dante and me intimidating. The look you’d give me upon seeing him. You would've hid behind my coattails upon meeting Sparda--would he have found it as amusing as I?”

     He indulged himself further as his smile widened, letting his mind picture things. What life could have been if not for that one day, if not for his arrogance as a young man, if not for his time apart from himself; if life had been normal.

==

     It was mid-December. His parents had invited you both to their home for the holidays. Although you had been dating for quite some time, it would be the first time that Vergil had brought you home with him. 

     Upon arriving, you commented on the size of the home, “I knew that you were well off, but this is much more than I expected…”

     Vergil laughed, “It is even better inside, I assure you.”

     The both of you entered the house. It was cozy; a gentle smell of firewood with undertones of cinnamon adorned the air. There were cute holiday decorations all around: Eva must have decorated with Nero and Dante already. A loud thud of boots drew both of you out of your thoughts; in front of you, stood Dante--who jumped off the stairs and down onto the foyer’s wooden floor. 

     The youngest brother wasted no time in squeezing his twin in a large bear hug; which, Vergil protested quite loudly by shoving Dante off of him. A warm smile found its way to your face as you watched the pair. Even though it had only been a week since Dante had seen Vergil, he always acted as if it has been decades since they had been together. 

     You noticed Nero come out from the doorway on the right--wearing a God-awfulsweater. He had his phone out and took a picture of the unknowing brother’s reunion embrace. 

     Nero pocketed his phone, “Glad you two made it,” he stepped further into the room, “was worried you got lost or something.”

    Vergil, finally free from Dante’s grasp, shook his head and sighed, “Our flight was delayed, forgive us for our untimely arrival.” 

     Nero laughed, “I ain’t the one who needs to hear that--swear Grams was gonna have Gramps start a search party to find you two.”

     Finding that Eva was so worried about Vergil made you bite your lip to stifle a laugh. Dante, however, decided to help you further by turning his attention to you; giving you the same bear hug he gave Vergil. 

     You swear you could hear every joint in your body crack from his grip, “Too-- Tight--”

     Dante loosened his grip slightly; still making sure to constrain you--his signature way of showing platonic affection, “Whoops, sorry; forgot you ain’t like us.”

     Although your grip wasn’t anywhere near as hard as his: you squeezed as hard as you could back, “ It’s alright--nice to see you too, Dante.”

     You could feel Vergil seething upon seeing Dante so close to you; however, before Vergil could bark at Dante, Eva walked out and stood by Nero. 

     She was finely dressed in a dark--almost black--red dress with a snowy white-blue shawl draped around her shoulders. Her golden hair had begun to grey in the middle--a reminder that she was just as human as you. 

     She walked over to Vergil and gave him a warm hug, rubbing small circles on his back, “I was worried you weren’t coming--”

     “I wouldn’t dare break my word,” Vergil leaned into the hug as he felt pangs of a happy sad feeling pull at his heart, “It is good to see you, Mother. Have you been keeping well?”

     “Yes, even better now that you are here,” Eva leaned back, her eyes creased at the edges as she smiled.

     Vergil widely smirked; he turned and stuck out his hand, asking for you to come over to him. You left Dante’s hug and grabbed the eldest twin’s hand, sheepishly coming to stand next to him.

     “Mother, this is my partner,” Vergil took on a strangely shy tone, “The one I have been telling you and Father about.”

     Eva smiled opening her arms for a hug, which you did not object to, “It is good to meet you, Vergil has told us much about you,” although you knew she was being nice--you couldn’t help but freeze a bit at what she said, “You make him quite happy, you know?”

     “M-Mother..!” Vergil’s face was bright red with embarrassment as he stiffened his posture.

     Eva let go of the embrace, “It’s true Vergil--you have been much better since they came around.”

     Vergil sputtered, trying to find a response. Nero and Dante were both laughing at him; only adding to his inability to think.

     A loud voice called from the landing on the staircase, gathering everyone’s attention, “Vergil, my boy, I’m glad you made it.”

     The man began to descend the rest of the stairs; it was Vergil’s father, Sparda. You swallowed hard and, unknowingly, began to move back a bit. 

     If you looked up the word “ Intimidating ” in the dictionary, you’d find his picture: he was around 7 feet tall (2.13 m) and wore very fine dark-velvet clothing. Upon his face sat a brass monocle which helped emphasize his piercing blue-eyed stare. Although he was much older than anyone else present; he didn’t look older than his late 30s. His hair was slicked back (just like Vergil keeps his, you noted) and you realized that the twins were spitting images of their father. 

     “Father,” Vergil formally bowed his head.

     Sparda stood in front of his eldest son with a raised brow, “What’s with such formalities? You are here on holiday, are you not?”

     “I am, however, I thought it best to--”

     Without letting Vergil finish, Sparda pulled his son into a large bear hug--just like Dante did earlier. Unlike Dante’s hug, however; Vergil allowed his father to clasp him tightly and even reciprocated by lightly wrapping his arms around the large man. 

     After a few moments, Sparda broke the hug and held Vergil by his shoulders, “You look good; your partner must be treating you well.”

     Dante busted out laughing once more. Nero snorted trying to hold back from laughing at his father’s wide-eyed red-faced expression. You also had gone quite red in the face at the comment.

     Sparda’s gaze found its way to you; who had backed up to stand a few feet behind Vergil. He let go of his son and walked over to you. His stature was beyond impressive; his height alone made you feel minuscule. What happened, however, left you abashed.

     Sparda, Vergil’s father, The Legendary Dark Knight was kneeling in front of you. His hand was outstretched asking for one of your own. Curiously, you obliged putting forth one of your hands. He grabbed it and gently kissed your hand. It was clear by your expression alone you were confused and very embarrassed at such a motion; especially since, in every regard, Sparda is of a much higher “respect” than yourself. 

     “It gives me great pleasure to welcome you into our home,”  he stood back up, “Vergil has told us much about you. You seem to keep my son on his toes, not an easy feat--I assure you.” his voice reminds you of Vergil’s, but less sharp; more smooth like Dante’s (It is truly bizarre how much the boys really are just their father split in twain), “Finally having a face to the name of Vergil’s affections is quite nice.”

     You had no response--what could you say? It blindsided you how overly cordial Sparda was being: Here you thought Vergil was overly formal, especially when you first met, but his father blows that out of the water. 

     “Sparda, dearest,” Eva broke the silence, “Perhaps you are being a bit too formal with Vergil’s lover?”

     The behemoth of a man turned to his petite wife, “Hm? Oh--” he turned back to you smiling, “Forgive me, it has been quite some time since a new person has entered our home; let alone a partner of my son's. I have not upset you, have I?”

     You shook your head and sheepishly mumbled, “No, I don’t mind--just didn’t expect it.”

     A loud bang came from the doorway behind Eva and Nero; Nero pivoted quickly as Eva followed.

     Dante jogged following the pair, “My damned fuckin’ dog--”

     Sparda laughed and shook his head; addressing both Vergil and you, “Your room is ready upstairs--it is your old bedroom. Once settled, please join us downstairs it is nearly supper time,”

     “Of course. Thank you, Father.” Vergil nodded and with that Sparda headed through the door that everyone else had gone. 

     You followed Vergil upstairs, your bags in hand. The house was huge inside and was easy to get lost in so you made sure to stick close to your lover. Once in the room, Vergil shut the door behind you both; letting out a sigh. 

     “You will have to forgive Father, he is old-fashioned that way,” Vergil turned towards you making his way over.

     Sitting on the edge of the neatly made bed, you looked up at your boyfriend who was now in front of you, “It’s okay--was kinda nice, if I’m honest. Reminds me of how you were when we first met.”

     Vergil laughed and leaned down towards you, hugging you--rather awkwardly due to the position, “They both seem to like you very much. Do you--” he pursed his lips, “What do you think of them--if you do not mind me asking?”

     A loving smile appeared on your face, “They seem very nice; you are a lot like your father. Given’--” you pushed back on him slightly so you could look into his eyes, “I am glad you aren’t so damn tall.”

     Vergil rolled his eyes slightly and leaned in giving you a gentle kiss. He felt your hands wander over his body. A tug on his tie pulled him closer to the kiss; both of you pushed against each other, each kiss filled with a sweet loving feeling.

     If Vergil were to die right here and now, he would die the happiest man on Earth--or in any other place that may exist. You both shared a laugh--life couldn’t get better than this.

==

     “--Vergil?” a voice pulled him from his utopian dream state. 

     Brought back to reality, Vergil looked at you in confusion. You were wide awake, sitting up, grasping Vergil’s shoulder intensely. 

     “What-?” Vergil’s voice cracked, and that’s when he realized what had happened: he had been crying. His face was damp, his skin clammy, and his pulse was racing. 

     You removed your grip on his shoulder and firmly grabbed one of his hands, “You started moving around a lot and I got worried when you wouldn’t wake up…”

     His eyes softly examined your face; you were wide-eyed and had a look of distress. He felt guilty that he woke you and made you worry, “I am alright love. It is nothing to worry about,” Vergil squeezed your hand trying to show his sincerity.

     “You sure?” your thumb mindlessly began to glide over his fingers and knuckles, “I won’t push you to talk but,” the two of you tenderly locked eyes, “if you want, you can tell me Vergil--you know I am always here for you.”

     A pang of sadness twinged at his heart; he knows that you mean it and yet, he was hesitant. It wasn’t the first time that something like this has happened; night terrors are nothing new for the eldest twin, however, this wasn’t a nightmare. Rather, a sad dream of what can never be. 

     Swallowing his fear, Vergil closed his eyes and took a slow shaky breath, “Okay,” he sat up fully and you followed suit, “It was about you-- or us-- or,” he stumbled over his thoughts slightly agitating him, “about my parents…”

     Upon seeing his growing frustration; you sat close to him and intertwined your arm with his, holding his hand again.  

     Your touch grounded Vergil’s mind a bit, allowing him to continue, “It was about my parents… meeting you,” he felt a lump begin to form in his throat, “It is foolish, I know; however, I do wish you had met them,” Vergil forced the sad feeling back down by closing his eyes as hard as he could and letting the crown of his head hit the headboard, “They would have loved you--you would have liked them too, I feel. It-- It is a trivial thing to cry over, I know,” he opened his eyes staring at the foot of the bed his voice not much louder than a whisper, “Sorry, I did not mean to wake you.”

     “Vergil,” you leaned into his shoulder, “don’t apologize--there’s no need to…” you gently placed your other hand on top of his--holding his between both, “What you’ve been through, especially with your family life, is far from normal and,” you could feel him staring down at you; however, you just continued to look at his hands, “it’s okay to cry and be upset--to mourn what you have lost. It’s okay to be sad over things like that, okay?”

     You heard his breathing hitch; you knew he had started to cry again. This was the first time Vergil had ever mentioned his parents in this way--only ever telling the stories of his Father’s glory days and such. If you acknowledged it, Vergil would stop and freeze up again; so, you just gently rubbed his hand and sat with him. 

     A few minutes passed as your lover’s breathing calmed into a normal state. You heard him take a slow shuttering breath as he attempted to re-ground himself. 

     “Vergil,” your voice was meek and you pushed your head slightly harder into his shoulder, “Can- can I ask you something?”

     He moved his head and placed it upon yours, “I don’t see why not.” his voice was a little hoarse but it confirmed to you that he had stopped crying.

     “What were they like?” 

     “Who?”

     “Your parents; Eva and Sparda… If you don’t want to talk about them that’s okay, I just was curious.”

     He exhaled audibly through his nose and smiled, “They were…” he leaned his cheek on the top of your head and looked down at your hands, “They were complete opposites and, yet, they were seemingly made for each other,” his voice trailed off as his hand tightened around yours, “Father and Mother did well raising Dante and me, for the eight or so years…” 

     You felt the sadness in Vergil’s voice; to be so young and to have no one but yourself, you couldn’t imagine the pain that he had endured--not to mention everything else that had happened. 

     Vergil continued, “Father was similar to Dante; however, he was more mature and less brain-dead.”

     You tried to hold back a chortle at the sudden jab at Dante but were unable to.

     “It is semi-ironic,” Vergil stopped leaning on your head as he sat back up straight, “Dante is like our Father: and V was much like my mother.”

     Sensing Vergil’s mood beginning to shift to a lighter one, you raised a brow, “So… Eva was an emo poet?”

     Vergil looked over at you and scrunched his face in thought, “Perhaps, in some regard; she did marry and start a family with a devil. However,” your eyes met his own, “she was very much a gentle soul with a burning fire behind her convictions in life… and she also liked cats.”

     You laughed but stopped upon seeing Vergil’s emotionless expression, “What?”

     “When explaining it like that,” he broke eye contact and looked down as a ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, “I suppose you have met both of them, in some regard.”

     “And I enjoyed interacting with both; although,” you took one hand and set it on his cheek, “if that’s how you’d describe your Mother--I think all of you fit that description just fine. You are a very gentle and kind man; well, at least to me anyway.”

     Vergil let out a breath of amusement and leaned into your hand, looking you in the eyes, “Only for you, my love…” he kissed your palm meekly and whispered into it, “Maybe I am more like my parents than I thought.”

     You giggled in response--and at the feeling of him slightly tickling your palm with his breath. His eyes moved to yours again: they were filled with a coy-loving softness that he only could or would allow you to see. 

     Vergil and you exchanged sweet nothings as you slowly laid back down for the night. Deep down he knew that you were the right choice; he may not believe in fate or soul mates but you make him want to. Vergil held you as tightly and as close as he could as he drifted back to sleep knowing that he will never be alone again.

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ENDING NOTES: Won't lie--I had a hard time finding how to end this, so sorry if it is kind of abrupt lol 🌻🌻🌻 The next story I have (almost) done is going to be another Vergil sappy story thing… So stay tuned for that! (It's a doozy) 🌻🌻🌻 Figured maybe I should share this here since I haven't posted much. Hope y'all like it! Please let me know if you have any thoughts or comments; I am still relatively new to Tumblr so I am still getting a grasp on things lol

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[avengedbiologist]

A celebration is about to happen on Tracy island, one like no other.

@thunder-pride

Today was unlike any other, the island was bustling, and for once in a good way. As Jeff sat on the balcony, watching his sons messing around on the beach, he smiled, it was rare to see them so carefree but it didn't stop the butterflies in his stomach, he didn't think he would be so nervous a second time, heck he didn't think he would be having a second one. He looked at the clock, 12:47pm.

'Probably should get ready.' He stood up and walked to the mirror in his bedroom. 'Wouldn't want to be late to my own wedding.'

Jeff smiled, he had said it for months, his wedding, but today was the day. He changed into his floral button up shirt, one that matched his soon to be husband's attire, and cream trousers. He stared at his reflection, was it enough? Was he enough?

There was a knock at the door followed by a quiet 'Dad…'

'Come in.'

The door opened revealing Alan, his youngest.

'It's time.'

Jeff took a deep breath then stood up and walked slowly towards the door, apparently Alan thought it too slow and grabbed his arm and began to drag him down the stairs and outside.

He wasn't sure what blinded him, the sun or the array of bright flowers down the homemade aisle, clearly Tintin's work, she definitely knew a lot of her father's tricks when it came to flowers. He was so in awe of the decor he didn't even notice his mother sneak up behind him.

'You ready?'

'Well there's no going back now.'

Alan smiled at his dad one more time before joining the rest of the family on the benches, which were also covered in flowers, as well as his sons, as Alan sat down Scott had placed a clunky flower crown on his little brothers head, they all matched… in fact most of them did, everyone had one on bar him and Kyrano. He smiled and then finally turned his head to look down the aisle, he could see Kyrano stood with Tintin, he was turned away and Tintin looked like she was calming him down, glad to know he wasn't the only nervous one. Jeff made eye contact with Tintin and she immediately spun her father around. Kyrano immediately looked up and saw Jeff and smiled. Kyrano was wearing a traditional Malaysian outfit, partially pre owned parts mixed with newer elements. The fabric around the man's waist matched Jeff's shirt, a genius idea from Tintin.

Jeff felt a tug on his arm, it seemed like he was getting tugged around a lot today, it was his mother.

'Come on then.' she smiled.

Jeff watched her wave her arm towards the previously unseen Virgil, who was sitting at the piano that had somehow been moved outside without him noticing. Virgil nodded before beginning to play the piano, it wasn't the usual wedding song though, Jeff couldn't put his finger on it, it was only later he found out it was a slowed down piano version of 'Shooting star'.

Grandma and Jeff began to walk down the aisle, it was a relatively short aisle but it was enough, he looked at all the smiling faces of his sons, Brains, Tintin and even Braman had turned up, he didn't think Braman cared about this kind of stuff, then looked forward, to the smiling face of Kyrano.

As the men got closer together their smiles widened. Grandma kissed Jeff's cheek before letting go of his arm and letting him step towards Kyrano and hold his hands. The two men stared into each other's eyes, their love for each other growing by the second, it was their day, surrounded by the people he loved.

This day was perfect, and if this is how his new future starts, the future is going to be amazing.