#the case of the curious bride

[rachelkaser]

Masonry Monday: The Case of the Curious Bride

Rhoda Reynolds will do almost anything to keep her colorful past from her husband and, more importantly, her tyrannical father-in-law. But she won't kill, as she insists when the blackmailer who knows her secret is murdered with her ring in his hand. No believes her . . . except Perry Mason.

Who's Who

Perry Mason's client: Rhoda Reynolds, a wealthy wife whose past indiscretions have come back to roost

The victim: Arthur "Artie" Kane, a blackmailer whose wealth of knowledge angered more than one person

Suspects: Carl Reynolds, Rhoda's husband, who keeps insisting he trusts his wife despite being dominated by his father C. Philip Reynolds, a rich man who doesn't want a mysterious nurse with a past as his daughter-in-law Dr. Michael Harris, Rhoda's friend, who knows about the blackmail and sends her to Perry Mason for help

The Setup

Carl Reynolds kisses his beautiful wife Rhoda goodbye before heading to work, while a smarmy-looking man watches from a nearby car. Later, he scares Rhoda while she's alone in the house. She tells the man, Artie Kane, that she can't afford to give him the $2,000 he's demanding of her. He gives her until 2 am the next morning to raise it and tells her to bring it to his apartment, even hinting that the former nurse should drug her husband. He also calls her bluff when she starts to call the police.

Elsewhere, Carl watches his father Philip Reynolds skeet-shooting. The elder Reynolds refuses to give his son the $2,000 he's asking for, dong the whole "when I was your age" schtick. Reynolds adds that they've only had each other since Carl's mother died when he was four, but they've fallen out since Carl married Rhoda, whom he knew little of. Carl says he thinks Rhoda married him out of sympathy, as she was once his nurse. Reynolds believes she's after their money and says Rhoda's a little too close to a Dr. Michael Harris. He says neither of them will get his money while they remain together.

At the Beverly Hills Doctors Hospital, Rhoda meets with Dr. Harris, an obstetrician. They discuss Kane's blackmail, and Dr. Harris urges her to tell Carl the truth, believing he can handle it, but Rhoda says his father's the problem. Dr. Harris makes a covert pass at her, saying she should have married him, but Rhoda's not biting. Finally, he gives her the address of Perry Mason's office, saying that, if anyone can help her, the lawyer can.

Enter Perry Mason, Attorney at Law

Rhoda arrives at Perry's office as "Mrs. Crocker" and starts tell him she's here to ask a question on behalf of "a friend." Rhoda says her "friend" was married for a few months to a grifter eight years previously in Seattle. Her husband was supposedly killed in an car accident in Kansas later. Perry accurately guesses that she's since married again and her first husband has now turned up, noting that they used the "money for a fake funeral" dodge. Now comes the big question: Is her second marriage valid?

Perry tells her that, unfortunately, her second marriage isn't valid. She should divorce her first husband and marry her second husband again. "Mrs. Crocker" nervously asks if there's any way her friend can persuade her first husband to leave her alone, but Perry attempts to call her bluff and tells her that "her friend" needs to make an appointment if she wants advice. Rhoda leaves, and Perry tells Della he made a bad call not helping her more. Unfortunately, they can't just wash their hands of it: "Mrs. Crocker" gave Della a $50 retainer, and Perry has to find her now.

When Della goes to sit down, she realizes Rhoda left her purse in the office. Since Rhoda's a client, Perry searches the purse for identifying information, which includes a telegram with Rhoda's real married name on it. Perry calls Paul in and asks him to find out about "Artie," the man who sent Rhoda the telegram telling her not to forget the time of their "date" that night. Paul immediately picks up the phone and obtains the address. Perry arrives at Kane's rooming house, and speaks with a neighbor who says Kane has drunken parties. The building is listed as For Sale.

As he's about to leave, a blonde woman walks out, telling Kane she's giving him a deadline of some kind and that she's working at the Onyx. Perry speaks with Kane, who's wary of the lawyer. When Perry asks about Kane's marriage to Rhoda, Kane immediately picks up the phone to call Rhoda. He hands the phone to Perry, and Rhoda tells Perry to stop interfering and hangs up. Perry picks up a very loud alarm clock and Kane refuses to talk to him, but Perry says that's fine -- he's done all the talking, now he expects Kane to ponder his words.

The Murder

Carl Reynolds is asleep in bed at 1:45 am, with a cup of tea next to him. Rhoda sneaks out, but as soon as she leaves the room, Carl springs up and watches her leave. She runs to the garage and gets her car, then drives off. At 2 am, Rhoda drives the car up to a service station with a flat tire, and the serviceman offers to change her tire for her. Rhoda arrives at Kane's apartment at 2: 10, to his fury, and tells him she wasn't able to raise the money in time.

He decides to take her wedding ring as compensation instead, whether Rhoda likes it or not. There's a ring of the bell, but Kane ignores it. Rhoda grabs a poker from the fireplace to defend herself, but it's not enough to fend off Kane, who attacks her. Their tussle is loud enough to wake the nosy neighbor's dog, and the neighbor calls the police, saying that, "Somebody's getting killed!" The next morning, Paul reads about the "bludgeon killing" in the newspaper, which shows Kane's body, with a large diamond ring in his hand.

Della notes that the ring, which is also pictured, was the same one on the finger of "Mrs. Crocker." Perry says that he doesn't represent Rhoda, as she technically fired him yesterday, but the case against her looks rough. Perry says that Tragg probably has her in custody right now, but Della will take that bet: Rhoda herself is on the phone. Perry speaks with Rhoda, who says she's at the Doctors Hospital. He tells her he's on his way and to stay where she is. He asks Paul to get him the police reports on the killing and to identify the Onyx blonde he met coming out of Kane's building.

In Summation

I'll be honest, this is one of those cases where the motive and guilty party are not all that hard to figure out. I'm still not going to spoil it, but there's only person in the case with a stronger motive than Rhoda to commit the murder.

Case under review, please return later...

[frommybookbook]

I've now done a vertical tasting, essentially, of The Case of the Curious Bride. I recently read the novel and then re-watched the television episode and tonight I watched the 1935 movie version. It was so interesting to see what each adaptation kept from the source material and what it cut. Book!Perry does a lot of manipulation of the press and crafting sympathetic stories for his clients and this book is a perfect example. He's also a clever bastard who makes sure evidence is presented to juries in ways that are, if not the most objective way possible, at least highlight the subjective nature of the police and the district attorney's office. The TV episode focused on one of these angles of this story (the evidence) and the movie focused more on the other (the press).

Overall, these early movies are just a trip. They're just ever-so-slightly pre-Hays Code and in contrast to the show this difference is all the more glaring. They're cheeky and flirty, like the novels, and wildly funny. The show is still my preferred adaptation, but these definitely beat out the HBO series in my book, and probably even the radio plays.

[chippedcupwrites]

"That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying "As you wish," what he meant was, "I love you." And even more amazing was the day she realized she truly loved him back."

[meirimerens]

[cringaria]

[foundfamilyhq]

Hey, just a quick reminder that we only accept four (4) new submissions per series. We've aleady had several series going over that and seeming to be submitted by the same person, so I'll have to delete every character after that

[jolieeason]

WWW Wednesday: March 20th, 2024

WWW Wednesday is a weekly meme Sam hosts at Taking on a World of Words. The Three Ws are: What are you currently reading? What did you recently finish reading? What do you think you’ll read next? Here is what I am currently reading, recently finished, and plan to read from Thursday to Wednesday. Let me know if you have read or are planning on reading any of these books!! Happy…

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

a list of some autumnal movies/series 🍂

i am nothing if not an organised little goblin who can not stop themself from making a good list. this is just in case you want something with that fall vibe but can't think of any. just close your eyes and point somewhere on this little list, or even put the numbers in a generator and go with whatever the result is ♡

winter | spring | summer

🥧 ‧₊˚ ⋅ movies ⋅˚₊‧

nosferatu (1922) 

sabrina (1954)

the creature from the black lagoon (1954)

psycho (1960)

rosemary’s baby (1968)

the rocky horror picture show (1975)

halloween franchise (1978-)

friday the 13th franchise (1980-)

an american werewolf in london (1981)

dark crystal (1982)

a nightmare on elm street (1984)

ghostbusters (1984-)

ronja rövardotter (1984)

clue (1985)

princess bride (1987)

the witches of eastwick (1987)

elvira mistress of the dark (1988)

dead poets society (1989)

when harry met sally (1989)

ghost (1990)

the witches (1990)

death becomes her (1992)

hocus pocus (1993)

addams family values (1993)

interview with a vampie (1994)

the craft (1996)

the first wifes club (1996)

the scream franchise (1996-)

halloweentown (1998)

practical magic (1998)

you’ve got mail (1998)

the blair witch project (1999)

sleepy hollow (1999)

chocolat (2000)

amelie (2001)

the lord of the rings franchise (2001-2003)

scooby doo (2002)

school of rock (2003)

mona lisa smile (2003)

peter pan (2003)

pirates of the caribbean franchise (2003-2017)

north & south (2004)

pride and prejudice (2005)

the descent (2005)

just like heaven (2005)

the devil wears prada (2006)

the lake house (2006)

penelope (2006)

el orfanato (2007)

juno (2007)

ratatouille (2007)

bridge to terabithia (2007)

the edge of love (2008)

twilight (2008)

the curious case of benjamin button (2008)

julie & julia (2009)

jennifer’s body (2009)

dorian gray (2009)

coraline (2009)

true grit (2010)

the cabin in the woods (2011)

jane eyre (2011)

wuthering heights (2011)

perks of being a wallflower (2012)

the odd life of timothy green (2012)

hotel transylvania (2012-)

the conjuring franchise (2013-)

what we do in the shadows (2014)

the riot club (2014)

as above so below (2014)

john wick (2014-)

the age of adaline (2015)

the witch (2015)

far from the madding crowd (2015)

the edge of seventeen (2016)

paterson (2016)

20th century woman (2016)

the love witch (2016)

mary shelly (2017)

murder on the orient express (2017)

get out (2017)

a quiet place (2018 + 2020)

the guernsey literary and potato peel pie society (2018)

on the basis of sex (2018)

knives out (2019)

ready or not (2019)

the lighthouse (2019)

little women (2019)

the gentlemen (2019)

emma (2020)

ammonite (2020)

the dig (2021)

fear street trilogy (2021)

good luck to you, leo grande (2022)

the batman (2022)

fresh (2022)

bodies bodies bodies (2022)

mr malcom's list (2022)

totally killer (2023)

slay (2024)

🧦 ‧₊˚ ⋅ series ⋅˚₊‧

moomin (1990-1992)

twin peaks (1990-1991)

x files (1993-2018)

buffy the vampire slayer (1997-2003)

gilmore girls (2000-2007)

supernatural (2005-2020)

vampire diaries (2009-2017) / the originals (2013-2018) / legacies (2018-2022)

downton abbey (2010-2015)

the walking dead (2010-2022)

once upon a time (2011-2018)

american horror story (2011-)

teen wolf (2011-2017)

peaky blinders (2013-2022)

outlander (2014-)

how to get away with murder (2014-2020)

the magicians (2015-2020)

izombie (2015-2019)

poldark (2015-2019)

critical role (2015-)

stranger things (2016-)

ghost files / buzzfeed unsolved (2016-)

lucifer (2016-2021)

shadowhunters (2016-2019)

anne with an e (2017-2019)

the good fight (2017-2022)

riverdale (2017-2023)

manifest (2018-2023)

killing eve (2018-2022)

succession (2018-2023)

you (2018-)

a discovery of witches (2018-2022)

the chilling adventures of sabrina (2018-2020)

dickinson (2019-2021)

virgin river (2019-)

carnival row (2019-2023)

the witcher (2019-)

the umbrella academy (2019-2024)

sanditon (2019-2023)

good omens (2019-2025)

the haunting of bly manor (2020)

i’ll be gone in the dark (2020)

queens gambit (2020)

the great (2020-2023)

shadow and bone (2021-2023)

the nevers (2021-2023)

wednesday (2022-)

interview with the vampire (2022-)

vikings valhalla (2022-2024)

lessons in chemistry (2023)

my lady jane (2024-)

[tributary]

everyone loves when an american talks british politics, so here’s some thoughts on the curious case of shamima begum: british teenager who went to syria to become an isis bride, committed crimes as an enforcer for isis, and now wants repatriation to the UK, which the US is pushing for and the UK is resisting.

begum was old enough to know better than to join isis, and i don’t have sympathy for that choice. but stripping her of her british citizenship on the grounds that she is eligible for bangladeshi citizenship by descent and therefore would not be rendered stateless is obscuring the fact that she does not have bangladeshi citizenship and is now stateless. i’m not concerned with her well-being so much as the precedent this sets in creating a two-tier system of citizenship. if you’re theoretically eligible for any other citizenship, your citizenship is not secure—which could be a problem in the wrong circumstances for the many brits with, let’s say, an irish grandparent (1 in 3? 1 in 4?) who could claim irish citizenship but don’t currently have it.

i think if the UK lets begum back into the country the labour party probably loses the next election.

[lxgentlefolkcomic]

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Dialogue transcripts:

Panel 1

Watson: Speaking of new friends, I daresay the group was as queer as the case! It seems to me you didn’t even find the invisible fellow the most curious of them.

Holmes: Ah, you noticed that, did you?

Panel 2

Holmes (voiceover): Indeed, they’re quite a peculiar gathering… many traits to spark the curiosity.

Panel 3

Watson: That aside, I am glad you were able to meet Irene Norton again, under less dubious circumstances.

Holmes:  As am I. That wasn’t my proudest moment, was it?

Panel 4

Holmes: I’m relieved that she has asked me to stay in touch.

Watson: Oh? So she and her husband are settling down in London?

Panel 5

Holmes (voiceover): They are; and she has stated, quite firmly, that I owe them a proper wedding.

Panel 6

Holmes: I have composed a list of venues to suggest to the bride. Do help me compose my reply?

Watson: Of course! Let me fetch the writing-paper…

Panel 7

Holmes (voiceover): Dear Mrs. Norton, I am writing to tell you…

Caption: End Interlude 1

[novaursa]

Between Pride and Fire (dragon bride)

- Summary: It was a challenge of the hunt that drew the lion to you, but it was your fire that made him yours.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Jason Lannister

- Note: Be aware of unspecified time jumps.

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Previous part: to secure an alliance

- Next part: gold wedding

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @punk-in-docs @barnes70stark

The Red Keep was bustling with activity as preparations for Rhaenyra’s tour of the realm were underway. Servants darted through corridors with armfuls of gowns, jewelry cases, and travel provisions, their hurried footsteps echoing off the stone walls. Rhaenyra, however, had other plans. Clad in a flowing crimson gown, she strode purposefully toward your chambers, her curiosity piqued after hearing of your foul mood all morning.

Pushing open the door without knocking—because, after all, why should a sister knock?—Rhaenyra found you sitting by the window, sunlight streaming over your figure. Your posture was poised but rigid, and in your hand was a letter sealed with an unmistakable lion sigil. Your expression, as Rhaenyra would later tease, was a mixture of mild irritation and reluctant intrigue.

“Well,” Rhaenyra began with a smirk, crossing the room and plopping herself onto the chaise opposite you. “Is that from who I think it is?”

You glanced up at her, raising an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you be busy preparing to charm half the realm?”

Rhaenyra waved a dismissive hand. “That can wait. This is far more entertaining. Is it from Lord Jason?”

You sighed, setting the letter down on the small table beside you. “Yes.”

Rhaenyra’s smirk widened. “And you’re sitting here sulking because…?”

“Because it’s Jason,” you retorted, though your tone lacked its usual sharpness. “And he’s incapable of writing a letter without trying to annoy me.”

Rhaenyra leaned forward, her grin turning conspiratorial. “Well, now I have to know what it says. Read it to me.”

You gave her a pointed look. “If you’re so curious, you read it.”

Rhaenyra didn’t need to be told twice. Snatching the letter from the table, she broke the seal with an almost gleeful flourish and began to read aloud, adopting an exaggerated, mock-dramatic tone.

My Dearest Princess,

The days since your departure have been colder than I imagined, though the weather in the Westerlands remains warm. Strange, isn’t it, how the absence of a dragon can chill even the sunniest of skies? Perhaps it is because my nights have grown unbearably quiet without the sound of your sharp tongue to keep me awake. I miss it terribly—and other parts of you even more.

Rhaenyra paused, raising an eyebrow at you with a grin as your cheeks began to flush. “He’s already off to a bold start,” she teased.

“Rhaenyra,” you warned, your voice sharp.

Ignoring you, she continued.

The Rock feels emptier without you, though I take comfort in the knowledge that you will soon return to me. The thought of you walking these halls again, wearing my colors and, perhaps, little else, is what keeps me warm at night. I trust you haven’t forgotten how I ensured the chill never reached you during your stay?

Rhaenyra’s eyes widened in delighted shock, her grin practically splitting her face. “Oh, this is rich,” she said, barely stifling a laugh. “I knew something was amiss during that visit, but I didn’t think—oh, this is better than I could have imagined.”

“Rhaenyra!” you snapped, snatching at the letter, but she pulled it away, standing as she continued reading with exaggerated drama.

I have already begun preparations for your arrival. The chamber we will share has been expanded and decorated to suit a woman of your beauty and fire. I only hope it meets your high standards—though I suspect you will enjoy it far more than you’ll admit. Perhaps we can make some... adjustments together. I look forward to your opinions and, naturally, your company in bed.

Until we meet again, my fierce little dragon, know that your Golden Lion waits impatiently.

Yours (as you will soon be mine),

Jason

By the time she finished, your cheeks were burning, and you were torn between slamming the window shut and throwing yourself out of it. Rhaenyra burst into laughter, doubling over as she clutched the letter to her chest.

“Oh, gods,” she wheezed, wiping tears from her eyes. “I knew he was insufferable, but this… this is beyond anything I could’ve dreamed.”

“Give me that,” you snapped, lunging for the letter, but Rhaenyra danced out of reach.

“I can’t believe you let this happen!” she exclaimed, still laughing. “No wonder he was so smug at the feast. You and Jason—oh, Father would be scandalized if he knew.”

“Rhaenyra,” you growled, finally snatching the letter from her grasp and crumpling it in your fist. “If you breathe a word of this to anyone—”

She raised her hands in mock surrender, though her grin didn’t falter. “Relax, little sister. Your secret is safe with me. But you can’t blame me for enjoying this.”

You glared at her, your mortification only deepening. “I can, and I will.”

Rhaenyra’s laughter softened, though her teasing smile remained. “Oh, I’ll enjoy this for years. But,” she added, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I’ll admit—he clearly adores you. In his ridiculous, Lannister way.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands as Rhaenyra left the room, still chuckling to herself. The crumpled letter in your hand was proof of Jason’s audacity—and your growing inability to deny the way he made you feel.

King Viserys I Targaryen sat at the head of the table, his mood noticeably light. A goblet of wine rested within easy reach, though it remained untouched as he leaned forward, his hands clasped and his expression one of uncharacteristic excitement.

Around the table sat the usual councilors: Otto Hightower, his ever-serious expression fixed on the king; Maester Mellos, his pale robes neat and his demeanor calm; Lord Tyland Lannister, impeccably dressed as always, with a faintly bemused expression; and Lords Jasper Wylde and Lyman Beesbury, both attentive but quietly observing.

“Gentlemen,” Viserys began, his voice ringing with enthusiasm. “I trust you’re all aware of the arrangements for my youngest daughter’s upcoming marriage.”

There were murmurs of agreement, though Tyland’s eyes darted to the king with a hint of apprehension.

Viserys continued, “Lord Jason Lannister has been a most gracious host to us during our visit to the Rock, and his request to prepare the castle for my daughter’s arrival was... detailed.”

Otto Hightower cleared his throat delicately. “Jason’s attentiveness is commendable, Your Grace. However, detailed how?”

Viserys chuckled, waving a hand. “Oh, nothing untoward, Otto. He merely asked for a small contingent of Dragonkeepers to be sent ahead of the wedding, so they might ensure that Morrath, my daughter’s dragon, has proper accommodations.”

Lyman Beesbury, always prone to fretting, leaned forward slightly. “A wise precaution, Your Grace. Dragons are magnificent but unpredictable creatures. Morrath’s presence will undoubtedly raise questions of safety for the people of the Westerlands.”

“Exactly,” Viserys said, nodding. “Jason has suggested repurposing one of their old mines as a dragon lair, but he understands the importance of having trained Dragonkeepers oversee the process. I intend to grant this request.”

Jasper Wylde, who rarely spoke without purpose, leaned forward, his expression thoughtful. “Your Grace, this decision not only ensures the safety of the people at Casterly Rock but also solidifies the alliance. The presence of a dragon in the Westerlands will be a powerful symbol of the bond between the Iron Throne and House Lannister.”

Otto Hightower nodded slowly, though his expression remained cautious. “It is a wise gesture, Your Grace. However, we must also consider what precedent this sets. Sending Dragonkeepers so far from King’s Landing is unusual. It may lead other great houses to expect similar allowances should future alliances involve dragons.”

Viserys waved a dismissive hand, his jovial mood undiminished. “Bah, let them expect what they will! Morrath is not just any dragon—she is bonded to my daughter. This is a unique circumstance, and the realm will see it for what it is: the Targaryens strengthening ties with one of our most powerful vassals.”

Lord Tyland Lannister finally spoke, his tone carefully neutral. “The gesture will not go unnoticed in the Westerlands, Your Grace. My brother will undoubtedly ensure that Morrath is treated with the respect. The presence of Dragonkeepers will not only safeguard the dragon but reassure the people of Casterly Rock that the Targaryens are invested in their well-being.”

Viserys smiled broadly, clearly pleased. “Well said, Lord Tyland. This marriage is a cause for celebration across the realm. A Lannister and a Targaryen united in matrimony—it’s a match for the ages!”

Lyman Beesbury frowned slightly, his voice hesitant. “Your Grace, while the match is indeed prestigious, might there be concerns about consolidating too much power between the Iron Throne and the wealth of House Lannister? Such alliances often draw envy... and unrest.”

Viserys’s expression softened, and he leaned back in his chair. “Envy, perhaps. But unrest? No. This marriage will strengthen the realm, not weaken it. The Westerlands will gain the strength of a dragon, and my daughter will gain a powerful husband. House Targaryen and House Lannister will stand as one.”

Otto Hightower interjected, his tone measured. “The benefits are clear, Your Grace. However, we should be mindful of how this is perceived by other houses, particularly the Tyrells or Baratheons. They may view this as a shift in favor toward the Westerlands.”

Viserys nodded thoughtfully, though his tone remained firm. “Let them view it as they will. The union of my daughter and Jason Lannister is not about favoritism but stability. And the realm needs stability more than ever.”

Maester Mellos, who had remained quiet until now, spoke in his soothing, measured tone. “Your Grace, I can arrange for a team of dozen Dragonkeepers to depart within a fortnight. They will be briefed thoroughly on their duties and the significance of their presence at Casterly Rock.”

“Excellent,” Viserys said, clapping his hands once. “See to it, Maester Mellos. I want no detail overlooked. This wedding must be perfect.”

The king turned to Tyland, his expression warm. “And you, Lord Tyland, will see to it that your brother does not overdo himself in his preparations. Jason’s enthusiasm is admirable, but he must save some of his energy for the wedding itself.”

Tyland inclined his head with a faint smile. “I will ensure my brother’s preparations are both thorough and... contained, Your Grace.”

Viserys laughed, his booming voice echoing in the chamber. “Good! Now, gentlemen, let us continue our discussions, but mark my words: this marriage will be a turning point for the realm, a symbol of unity and strength. House Targaryen and House Lannister together will ensure peace and prosperity for generations to come.”

The councilors nodded, though not all with the same level of enthusiasm. As the discussion shifted to more mundane matters of trade and taxation, the weight of Viserys’s words lingered in the air—a testament to the importance of the upcoming union and the power it would bring to the realm.

The vast chamber of the Dragonpit was illuminated by shafts of sunlight streaming through the high, cracked arches, casting a soft glow over the polished black scales of Morrath, your dragon. She was a magnificent creature, her massive wings folded elegantly at her sides as she rested on her haunches. The faint amber undertones of her scales shimmered like molten metal in the sunlight, and her eyes, a piercing shade of amber, watched you with an intelligent, almost knowing gaze.

Morrath exuded grace with every movement. The curve of her long neck as she lowered her head to meet your gaze was almost feline, her lithe body coiled with restrained power. Her talons, sharp enough to cleave stone, tapped lightly against the ground as she shifted her weight, the sound echoing softly in the cavernous space. A low rumble emanated from her chest as she leaned forward, nuzzling your shoulder with surprising gentleness.

“Easy, girl,” you murmured, resting a hand on her warm, smooth scales. The contact was grounding, comforting even, as you tried to collect your thoughts.

Your entire world was about to change. The prospect of becoming Lady Lannister loomed over you like a stormcloud, and despite your best efforts, the weight of it was inescapable. Casterly Rock was a far cry from King’s Landing, and the idea of leaving everything familiar behind—your family, your home—left a knot of unease in your stomach.

Morrath, as though sensing your turmoil, let out a soft, trilling sound, her tawny eyes narrowing slightly.

“I’m fine,” you told her quietly, though the words felt more like an attempt to convince yourself. “It’s nothing.”

You moved to the saddle strapped securely to her back, running your hands over the leather straps as you prepared to mount. The physical task offered a welcome distraction from the whirlwind of emotions inside you. But as you placed a foot in the stirrup and reached for the saddle horn, a wave of dizziness washed over you.

The world tilted sharply, and before you could regain your balance, you fell backward with a heavy thud against the stone floor. The impact knocked the wind from your lungs, and for a moment, you lay stunned, staring up at the high arches of the Dragonpit as the sound of rushing footsteps filled the air.

“Princess!” a voice called, alarmed.

A group of Dragonkeepers hurried to your side, their expressions a mixture of concern and caution. Morrath let out a sharp, guttural growl, her head snapping toward them protectively, but a quick gesture from you calmed her.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, sitting up with their help. “It was just a moment of weakness, nothing more.”

The eldest of the Dragonkeepers, a man with graying hair and a steady voice, knelt beside you, his brows furrowed. “Your Grace, you fell hard. Are you certain you’re unharmed?”

You nodded, though your head throbbed with a dull ache. “I’m certain. I’ve been having headaches lately—that’s all this is.”

Another Dragonkeeper, a younger woman with a soft gaze, exchanged a worried glance with her elder. “Your Grace,” she said cautiously, “perhaps it would be best if you returned to the Red Keep. Flying in your current condition may not be wise.”

You hesitated, glancing toward Morrath, who watched you intently, her eyes filled with what you could almost swear was concern. The idea of grounding yourself felt like admitting defeat, but the throbbing in your head made it hard to argue.

“I don’t need to be coddled,” you said, your tone firm but lacking its usual sharpness. “But… perhaps you’re right. Morrath and I can fly another day.”

The elder Dragonkeeper helped you to your feet, his grip steady. “Your Grace, it’s not coddling to prioritize your health. Your dragon will wait for you.”

Morrath let out a low rumble, almost as though she were agreeing, and you reached out to stroke her snout one last time before turning toward the exit.

“Fine,” you said with a sigh, brushing off the dust from your gown. “But tell no one of this. The last thing I need is my father fretting or my sister teasing me.”

The Dragonkeepers bowed their heads in unison. “As you command, Your Grace.”

As you left the Dragonpit, Morrath’s gaze followed you, the faint rumble of her breathing a steady reminder of the bond you shared. Despite your frustration at your own weakness, you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was amiss. The throbbing in your head, the unease in your chest—both seemed to echo the changes coming in your life, changes you weren’t sure you were ready to face.

You reclined on a chaise near the hearth in your chambers, a book resting forgotten in your lap. The persistent, dull ache in your head made it impossible to concentrate, and your mind kept wandering to the events of the day. The memory of your fall in the Dragonpit was a fresh embarrassment, one you hoped would quickly be forgotten by the Dragonkeepers.

A soft knock at the door broke your thoughts, and you sat up straighter, instinctively smoothing your gown. “Enter,” you called, your voice calm but weary.

The door opened to reveal Maester Mellos, his pale robes swishing softly as he entered. In his hands was a small tray bearing a vial of tonic and a cup of water. His expression was neutral, though his sharp eyes flicked over you with a hint of concern.

“Your Grace,” he greeted, bowing slightly as he approached. “I heard of your fall earlier today. The Dragonkeepers were most discreet, but such news finds its way to me nonetheless.”

You sighed, gesturing for him to set the tray on the small table beside you. “It was nothing, Maester. A moment of dizziness, that’s all.”

Mellos tilted his head, studying you with the quiet intensity of a man who had seen far more than he ever spoke of. “And yet,” he said gently, “your complexion is paler than usual, and your headaches appear to worsen. You’ve had these afflictions since childhood, yes?”

You nodded, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “They come and go. Today has simply been... trying.”

He poured the tonic into the cup of water, stirring it with practiced precision. “The fall, the headache, the pressure of your upcoming nuptials—it is no wonder you feel unwell. But I wonder if there is more to it. Perhaps I should examine you further.”

You waved him off, taking the cup from his hands. “There’s no need for that. Truly, Maester. I’m certain it’s nothing but the strain of the wedding preparations and the thought of yet another journey to Casterly Rock.”

Mellos frowned slightly but said nothing as he watched you sip the tonic. The bitter taste curled your lip, but you drank it down, setting the empty cup back on the tray.

“You’ve always been reluctant to linger in the care of the maesters,” he said quietly, his tone almost amused. “It is a trait you share with your father.”

You gave him a faint smile. “Perhaps, but my father would claim he has the strength of a dragon to see him through anything.”

“And you, Princess?” Mellos asked, his brows lifting slightly. “Do you not also have the strength of a dragon?”

“Of course I do,” you said, your voice firm despite the lingering ache in your temples. “That is why I do not need further examinations or treatments. I simply need to rest.”

The maester studied you for a moment longer, then inclined his head. “Very well, Your Grace. But should your symptoms persist—or worsen—you must inform me at once.”

“Of course,” you replied, though you had no intention of calling on him unless absolutely necessary.

Mellos gathered the tray and turned toward the door, pausing just before he exited. “Remember, Your Grace,” he said, his voice low, “even dragons must tend to their wounds if they wish to keep flying.”

You didn’t respond, watching as he closed the door softly behind him. Alone once more, you leaned back against the chaise, the weight of his words settling uneasily in your mind. It was easy to dismiss your headaches as a lifelong nuisance, a mere inconvenience. But something about today felt... different.

Pushing the thought aside, you closed your eyes, willing the tonic to take effect. Rest would help. It had to. The upcoming journey to Casterly Rock and your wedding loomed ever closer, and the last thing you needed was to appear weak when you arrived.

The nursery in the Red Keep was a quiet, sunlit space, filled with soft laughter and the cooing of a newborn. You sat on a cushioned stool near the window, cradling the tiny, swaddled form of Helaena Targaryen in your arms. The infant blinked up at you with wide, curious eyes, her tiny fingers occasionally clutching at the air.

Aegon, now a lively two-year-old, darted across the room with a wooden dragon in hand, his laughter bright and unrestrained. Alicent sat nearby, her face serene but tired, her hands busy with some needlework. Despite her fatigue, her eyes never left her children for long.

“It suits you,” Alicent said softly, glancing up from her embroidery to watch you with the baby.

You raised an eyebrow at her. “What does?”

“Holding a child,” she replied, her voice warm but laced with a quiet hope. “One day, perhaps, you’ll have your own to cradle.”

You looked down at Helaena, her tiny face so peaceful, and for a fleeting moment, the thought didn’t seem so foreign. But you quickly shook it off, forcing a faint smile. “Perhaps,” you said, though your voice was noncommittal. “For now, I’ll settle for borrowing yours.”

Alicent chuckled softly, her gaze softening as she returned to her needlework. “Helaena seems content with you. You’ve always had a way with children.”

“Perhaps because I’ve been surrounded by them my whole life,” you teased, glancing pointedly at Aegon, who was now attempting to climb a chair with his dragon in tow. “Speaking of which... Aegon, get down before you fall.”

The boy pouted but obeyed, sliding off the chair with an exaggerated sigh and returning to his play on the floor.

Alicent smiled faintly, but her expression shifted as her eyes moved back to you. She tilted her head slightly, her brows furrowing. “You look pale, Y/N. Paler than usual.”

You stiffened slightly, keeping your attention on Aemond as you rocked him gently. “It’s nothing,” you said quickly. “Just a headache, nothing more.”

Alicent didn’t look convinced. She set her embroidery aside and leaned forward, her voice quiet and full of concern. “You’ve had those headaches for years, haven’t you? Are they getting worse?”

You sighed, meeting her gaze with a small, forced smile. “I’m fine, Alicent. Truly. I suspect it’s just the strain of everything—the wedding, the preparations, the journey to Casterly Rock. It’s all... a bit much.”

Alicent’s frown deepened, and she reached out to place a hand gently on your arm. “Perhaps you should tell your father. He would—”

“No,” you interrupted, your tone sharper than you intended. You softened it immediately, lowering your voice. “Please don’t say anything to him. The last thing I need is Father fretting over me like a child.”

Alicent hesitated, her hand lingering on your arm. “Are you certain? He would want to know if you’re unwell.”

“I’m certain,” you said firmly, shifting slightly to adjust Helaena in your arms. “I just need rest, that’s all.”

Across the room, Ser Criston Cole and Ser Lorent Marbrand stood at their posts, their expressions unreadable as they exchanged a glance. The tension in the room wasn’t lost on them, and though neither spoke, the shared look between them said enough: they were both keeping note.

Alicent sighed, clearly torn, but finally nodded. “Very well,” she said softly. “But if it becomes worse—”

“It won’t,” you assured her quickly. “I’ll be fine.”

For a moment, the room was silent except for Aegon’s playful chatter and Helaena’s soft coos. Alicent seemed to let the matter drop, though her eyes lingered on you with a lingering trace of worry.

You handed Helaena back to her, rising to your feet with a grace that belied the fatigue you felt. “Thank you for this, Alicent,” you said, smoothing your skirts. “Spending time here has... helped.”

Alicent smiled faintly, cradling Helaena close. “You’re always welcome here, Y/N. Family should look after one another.”

You nodded, though the weight of her words felt heavier than usual. With a final glance at the children, you left the nursery, acutely aware of Criston and Marbrand’s watchful eyes following you as you walked away.

Jason Lannister sat at the head of the long oak table, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation. The room hummed with the low voices of his advisors, each man waiting for his turn to report on the progress of the preparations for the wedding.

Jason leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming lightly on the table. “Well, gentlemen,” he began, his tone confident, “we’re nearing the day when my dragon will arrive at the Rock. Let’s hear it. Are we ready?”

The first to speak was Maester Ronnel, a man with a sharp, analytical mind who had taken over many of the logistical details. “My lord,” he said, his voice measured, “the mine designated for Princess Y/N’s dragon has been fully converted. The workers finished reinforcing the walls and clearing additional ventilation shafts three days ago. It is secure and large enough to accommodate her dragon comfortably.”

Jason nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Good. And what of the feeding stations and access routes? Morrath will be ill-tempered if everything isn’t precisely as she requires.”

“Those have been attended to as well,” Ronnel assured him. “Fresh livestock will be delivered weekly, and a dedicated team of handlers is being trained to assist the Dragonkeepers upon their arrival.”

Ser Garreth, one of Jason’s most trusted knights, spoke next. “The Dragonkeepers are expected to arrive in two days, my lord. They’ll inspect the mine themselves and oversee any final adjustments.”

Jason raised an eyebrow. “Two days? Good. I want everything perfect when they get here. The princess is not someone we can afford to disappoint—nor is her dragon.”

There were murmurs of agreement around the table, though Lord Meryn, one of the older advisors, shifted uncomfortably. “Forgive me, my lord,” he said cautiously, “but I must voice a concern once again. The presence of a dragon at Casterly Rock, while undoubtedly impressive, will bring a degree of... unpredictability. There will be whispers, and perhaps fear among the smallfolk.”

Jason leaned forward, his expression hardening slightly. “Fear?” he echoed, his tone sharp. “A dragon is not something to fear, Meryn—it’s a symbol of power. Of strength. Morrath’s presence will solidify this union and make it clear to all of Westeros that the Rock is untouchable.”

Lord Meryn inclined his head, though his expression remained cautious. “Of course, my lord. I simply mean to say that we must tread carefully. The Targaryens’ dragons are both a blessing and a weapon.”

Jason smirked. “And like any weapon, it’s all about how you wield it.”

Tywin’s younger brother, Tyland, who had returned temporarily from King’s Landing to assist with the preparations, chimed in. “You seem very confident in your ability to wield such a ‘weapon,’ Jason. Let’s hope your future wife agrees.”

Jason shot his brother a grin, undeterred. “Oh, she’ll agree. By the time she steps foot in this keep, everything will be exactly as she expects. The mine, the chambers, the wedding itself—it will all be perfect.”

Maester Ronnel cleared his throat. “Speaking of chambers, my lord, the expansions and redecorations are nearly complete. The Princess’s preferences, as conveyed by her maids, have been incorporated wherever possible. The Targaryen sigil has been included alongside the Lannister lion in several key pieces of decor.”

Jason nodded approvingly. “Good. I want her to feel at home here. This is as much her domain as mine.”

Ser Garreth leaned forward slightly, his expression curious. “My lord, if I may ask... Are you not concerned about her adjustment? The Princess is leaving the Red Keep, her family, her dragonpit—it’s a significant change.”

Jason’s grin widened, and he shrugged. “Oh, she’ll adjust. She’s stubborn, but she’s also strong. And she’ll come to see that this—” he gestured broadly, encompassing the grandeur of Casterly Rock, “—is where she belongs.”

The advisors exchanged glances, some nodding in agreement while others remained silent. Jason stood, signaling the end of the meeting.

“Continue your work,” he said, his voice firm. “When the Dragonkeepers arrive, ensure they’re well-received and given everything they need. And remember, gentlemen: this wedding isn’t just a union—it’s a declaration. House Lannister and House Targaryen, united in fire and gold. Let the realm take notice.”

The men stood as Jason strode from the chamber, his confidence unshaken and his mind already racing ahead to the day his princess would arrive to claim her place at his side.

The courtyard of Casterly Rock was a spectacle of splendor, every detail meticulously prepared for the wedding that would forever link House Lannister to the Targaryen bloodline. Banners bearing the lion of Lannister hung from every high wall, their golden threads catching the sunlight. Garlands of flowers adorned the stone archways, their vibrant colors contrasting against the somber gray of the castle’s ancient stones. Lords and ladies from across the realm, dressed in their finest silks and velvets, milled about, their chatter filling the air with an excited hum.

Jason Lannister stood at the forefront of the welcoming party, resplendent in a tunic of deep crimson embroidered with gold thread. A heavy cloak trimmed with lion’s mane fur draped over his shoulders, and a golden brooch shaped like a lion’s head held it in place. His hair, meticulously combed and shining in the sunlight, was a perfect reflection of his confidence. His green eyes scanned the horizon, the faintest hint of anticipation breaking through his usual calm demeanor.

Around him stood his trusted advisors and notable figures from the Westerlands. Beside them, the Dragonkeepers—clad in their dark, somber robes—waited in formation. The air was filled with both excitement and trepidation; the sight of Morrath, the Princess’s dragon, would be a moment few in the Westerlands had ever experienced.

Ser Garreth, standing to Jason’s right, leaned closer. “You look nervous, my lord.”

Jason smirked, adjusting his cloak. “Nervous? Hardly. I’m simply eager to greet my bride.”

“And her dragon,” Garreth added with a chuckle.

Jason’s grin widened. “Ah, yes. Morrath. I trust she’ll find the mine to her liking. Though, if she doesn’t, I’m sure the Princess will let me know in no uncertain terms.”

The men around him chuckled, but Maester Ronnel cleared his throat, stepping forward. “My lord, it is not just Morrath who must be impressed. The eyes of the realm are upon us today. This is more than a wedding—it is a declaration.”

Jason nodded, his expression turning serious for a moment. “I know, Ronnel. House Lannister is hosting the blood of the dragon. Let them see our strength, our wealth, and our ambition. Let them understand that we are not just the Rock—we are unyielding.”

As if on cue, a ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd, drawing Jason’s attention to the southern road leading to the Rock. The royal procession was approaching. Carriages painted with the red and black of House Targaryen rolled into view, flanked by knights bearing the king’s banner. Armored Lannister guards moved to attention as the grand procession made its way toward the gates.

Jason stepped forward, his smile widening. “Here they come.”

The carriages were an impressive sight, but the real spectacle came from above. A shadow passed over the courtyard, and gasps rippled through the gathered crowd as Morrath descended from the skies. The black-scaled dragon, her wings shimmering with amber undertones, was the epitome of grace and power. Her eyes glowed as she circled once before landing with a ground-shaking thud near the welcoming party. The heat radiating from her was felt, and the faint scent of sulfur lingered in the air.

Jason held his ground, his heart pounding as he took in the sight of the magnificent creature. The Dragonkeepers moved quickly, bowing their heads in deference as they approached to guide Morrath. Jason’s gaze shifted upward, and his breath caught as he saw you dismount with practiced ease. Dressed in Targaryen red and black, with hints of gold embroidery tying your attire to Lannister colors, you were a vision of fire and elegance.

Garreth leaned closer, his tone hushed. “Well, my lord, there’s your dragon and your bride.”

Jason smirked, his eyes never leaving you. “And what a sight they are.”

You strode forward, your expression composed but regal, a subtle nod to the confidence Jason had come to expect from you. Morrath let out a low growl, her gaze sweeping over the gathered crowd before she settled, her massive body coiling gracefully.

The royal carriages arrived moments later, King Viserys stepping out with a broad smile, followed by Queen Alicent and their children and servants. The king greeted Jason warmly, clapping him on the shoulder. “Lord Jason, your hospitality is unmatched.”

Jason bowed slightly. “Your Grace, it is an honor to host you and your family on this most joyous occasion.”

His gaze flickered back to you, his smile softening. “And, of course, to welcome my bride.”

You met his gaze, raising an eyebrow but offering a small, polite smile. “Lord Jason,” you said, your tone cool but measured. “Your preparations are... grand, as expected.”

Jason chuckled, leaning closer as he lowered his voice. “Only the best for you, Princess.”

Viserys, oblivious to the tension in your exchange, clapped his hands together. “Let the festivities begin! Today, we unite fire and gold—two houses that shall shape the realm for generations to come.”

The crowd cheered as the gates of Casterly Rock opened to welcome the royal procession. Jason fell into step beside you, offering his arm. As you hesitated briefly before taking it, he leaned closer, his voice low enough for only you to hear.

“Welcome home, Princess,” he murmured, his grin both charming and infuriating. “The Rock is yours now.”

You didn’t respond, but the faint blush on your cheeks didn’t escape his notice, and Jason couldn’t help but smile as he led you toward the great hall, the weight of the moment settling over you both. This day would mark the beginning of a new chapter—not just for House Lannister, but for all of Westeros.

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Ok If you two lovely, talented and hot pieces of amazing human beings don'tmind i have some questions for you and @jackofallrabbits! I'm curious How would the boys from Charm Brought It Back would react to y/n having tattoos? I'm just imagined them being enamoured about seeing the various patterns on their skin? I am myself a bug fun of Celestial themed tattoos ( Sun, Moon, stars) but also I have a little dear napping on my side. I'm just curious what would they think about them.

Also how would they reacto to Y/n changing their hair colour? Or any piercings?

I'm really hyped about the concept of characters getting to know the world and new standards around them.

Do they like music? I keep thinking about it how music is such a big part of my life, and how back in old days it wasn't so easy to have it! We have music in shops, buses, hell! We have it in our pocket all the time, from classical music to newest pop piece. And before to hear some music you had to wait for some festival or an event in a tavern you would see it as a luxury. So I wonder how would they react to Y/n showing them it on the phone. Or just Y/n swaying in the kitchen singing to the instruments

I love your Au! You both are incredibly talented and I'm feeling like you are unstoppable together haha!

Love you, have fun creating those masterpieces and thank you for sharing them with us!

YOU'RE SO SWEET! Of course, ask away!!

Tattoos would fascinate the witch boys! Sun especially enjoys art and would find Y/N just lovely with all the ink on their skin. He'd love to trace the lines of the tattoos while admiring his bride. Moon and Eclipse will kiss their tattoos and let Y/N know how pretty they are. If their bride is willing, Eclipse would like to add some tattoos of his own design of little sigils to keep them safe from harm.

Piercings are very pretty as well to the boys. Changing hair color is so fascinating to them and beautiful. They would love to see their colors on their darling love if that's the case!

Oh, the boys adore music! Sun especially since he's a dancer. He would love to sway and step to any music playing—even in a grocery store. Moon loves music more. He was always on the outside of festivals and celebrations, and the faintness of the music made him yearn for more. Now that Y/N shows him all kinds of music just from their strange little device, he can play everything he likes while he's cooking soup! His singing voice is also very lovely, and he will sing away. Moon will join in on any song that Y/N happens to be singing and he'll ask for a duet even if Y/N is terribly shy about it.

[riminiscensce]

WEDDING DAY

CHARACTER … neuvillette

SYNOPSIS … neuvillette starts to learn more about wedding ceremonies all because of you

NOTES … my last post about this man wasn’t enough

CONTENTS … sfw , angst , you’re called as bride , not entirely proofread

Word count … 1491

Neuvillette doesn’t know much when it comes to wedding customs.

Throughout the past years he remained in Fontaine as the Chief Justice, he had never attended a ceremony wherein people vow their amour for the one whom they devote their love to. It wasn’t like he never received an invitation for an occasion as such, he just never had the time nor the knowledge on how to.

The closest Neuvillette got to a marriage was a few that regarded an offensive case that he had come upon to adjudge in court. Not really a flattering way to introduce the concept to him.

But ever since you’ve been engaged, Neuvillette always found himself ogling at the perfectly sized ring around your finger. How can he not? It always glistened so beautifully underneath any light’s dazing glare, it was hard not to look at it when you were the one now in possession of it. Neuvillette always feels a sense of wistfulness whenever his eyes catch it, a poignant smile following after.

He is truly happy, he tells himself that.

The engagement was an open window of opportunity for Neuvillette to learn more about this custom, no longer looking at it from the perspective of crimes and judgment, but more on a sentimental view.

Neuvillette knows weddings are a big deal, especially in a city filled with romantic concepts of culture and history. From the charmingly expensive wedding closet, to the tasteful selection of cookery that was specifically made for such a matter, it was something the people of Fontaine always enjoyed preparing for.

Expectedly, many people will also attend. Not only your friends and family, but most likely some people who have worked in the Palais Mermonia with Neuvillette. You and him have known each other for a long time, the people were curious how a wedding with the Chief Justice’s aide will turn out. For what sounded like a mere canard, it started to become true.

Then Neuvillette caught you while you were carefully folding shut an envelope in your hands, soon sharing it to the melusines just outside of his office. The wedding was one of the things that stayed in the melusines’ mind throughout the week. He can’t help but smile at your gesture, welcoming the melusines he cares for, he didn’t even need to tell you about it. The friendly bunch always expressed their excitement whenever they would pass by Neuvillette.

Then one of them gave him the envelope you made, his eyes carefully scattering over the soft trails of elegantly trailed ink once the paper inside had been unfolded. It was kept simple yet opulent, something Neuvillette realized that he really liked. He wonders if you made it specifically for his own preference, likely not, perhaps it was just the standard way of arranging an invitation for wedding ceremonies; Neuvillette didn’t know.

He decided to keep a copy of it in his office, something to be kept as a reminder for when he has the time to reminisce in rue in the future.

The next thing Neuvillette knew about was the buffet. A wide selection of delicacies of the city and even of other regions. It was him who joined you on the day when you were to meet with a chef about your own preference for the food. You sat beside him in a lavish room with two servings of pastries on the glossy table.

For the rest of the time, it was you who mostly decided. Neuvillette didn’t want to influence much on it, though he gives his own opinion whenever you would kindly ask him what he personally thinks.

Neuvillette found himself to be amused whenever you’d have such a difficult time picking on which would end up on the wedding. You didn’t have the heart to pick only a few when there were many choices to choose from on the table. That was when Neuvillette suggested picking everything.

At first, he thought he must have done something wrong when your face of shock made itself apparent to him. But it wasn’t until you expressed your bashfulness at this, considering that it was Neuvillette paying for the food. In the end, he insisted, treating this as one last gift from him before the wedding.

The next thing he heard you were going to check upon was your wedding gown. That time, Neuvillette didn’t come with you to the tailor, he figured that your dress was something to save for the actual occasion itself.

After you had gone, Neuvillette was left to muddle over his own attire for the ceremony. What should he wear? It would have to be something equally as attractive as your gown, though not as much as he doesn’t want to be the main focus of the wedding. That should be you.

Then the day finally came.

It wasn’t until then that Neuvillette found out that the bride and the groom were to not see each other before the actual ceremony started. It was Furina who told him that, as well as the melusines who kindly helped him get ready for the event. That morning, Neuvillette finds himself unable to see you.

When he was getting ready, that was when Neuvillette learned a lot more about weddings. How the order of people would be lined up, who comes after who, certain roles like bridesmaids and ring bearers. In a way, he took the time to learn about it as much as possible that time, maybe because he has already decided this would be the last time he’d entangle himself with a custom like this.

“You look extra fancy today, Monsieur Neuvillette!” One of the melusines greeted him, they were already making their way to the front entrance. “We’re so happy for the bride! You must be really happy too!” Yes, he truly is.

A few family and friends of yours greeted him by the entrance, surprised and honored courtesies were exchanged. You still haven't arrived yet, perhaps only after everybody is inside will you get there. Other guests started to greet him politely, expressing how his presence in this wedding was one that many of the people will forever remember. Though Neuvillette thinks this was rather an exaggeration.

Then the music inside the venue started to play, it was something Neuvillette liked as well. He realized that you must have taken his suggestion on having the venue to be indoors rather than outside. Everyone knows how unpredictable Fontaine’s weather can be, this helps a lot. He likes it this way as well, not just because of his own preference, but for convenience’s sake.

He wouldn’t want to ruin the wedding with heavy rain coming down, befalling on every corner of the land. As much as Neuvillette doesn’t want it to happen, he can’t help but feel a forlorn as the corner of his eyes catches the other attendees. He could feel a pensive bubble building up in his chest, wanting to escape through his throat in a form of a quiet cry.

Then you arrived. That was when Neuvillette could feel how misty his eyes had become. But no tears fell, rather it was rain. This continued as you walked down the aisle with a bundle of flowers native to Fontaine. He was thankful that the music was able to cover the heavy pounding of the rain outside, relief also washed through him when he realized no eyes would fall on his figure; every attention was on you.

The wedding vows and the slipping of newlywed rings was something that passed by so fast in his eyes, though in reality, Neuvillette didn’t intend to pay full attention to it. But he felt like he needed to watch you promise your everlasting love. He felt like he needed to as your friend. At the same time, he desperately didn’t want to feel like a weep would break out anytime he would breathe.

Before he knew it, it was finally time to take pictures. An image to be kept for whenever you would reminisce in revelry in the future.

He heard the shuffling of your family and friends around, he was also included in by the other guests and the melusines. He even wonders if he’s proper enough to be suited for a wedding picture. Neuvillette smiles before the bright flash of the camera flickered before the sound of the device snapping.

Finally, it was time for the bride and the groom to take their own picture.

Neuvillette smiles. Something he found odd considering he wasn’t included in the picture this time.

What was the sound of the camera snapping and the people cheering, only the sound of heavy rain was what Neuvillette could hear during that time. What was accompanied by a whimsical ballad of the piano’s romantic notes, only a tearing sonance befriended Neuvillette. It was neither a longing breath nor a regretful grieve, it was only something that the heart could make.

rimi’s notes

haven’t posted in a while because I was focusing on my senku fic omg but like I just had this idea for neuvi and wanted to write it

tbh i started to drop genshin and hsr and focused on my other hobbies so that’s also why 😭

hearts / reblogs / follows are very much appreciated !

[flamingpudding]

Fictober23 Prompt: 18 - "We can't do this on our own."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: T

Warnings: Slight mentions of DannyXBruce ship

A/N: Inspired by the comments and Reblogs of Prompt 17. I advise to read that one first before reading this, also posting this early because I won't have the time to do that tomorrow. Credits for inspiring this continuation go to @charlietheepic7 and @noxcheshire

After the babysitting disaster Dick had sworn Tim and Damian into secrecy about. The bat-sibling had quickly warmed up to the phantom children and invited them several more times to visit them at the manor. Damian had even doubled his efforts in getting along with them, still believing they were his half siblings, despite Bruce having tried to explain to them in private that this wasn't the case.

Of course that didn't mean that Damian wasn't butting heads with them at all, in fact they were only sitting together like this now because Damian and Dan had gotten into a fight about whether or not Phantom was an adequate partner for Bruce. Dan appeared to have taken offense to that in some form and declared that Bruce was the one not suited to be with his Mom.

The fight ended with Dani, five years old little girl Dani, kicking down both Damian and her own brother, before proceeding to sit on Dan while loudly yelling that he was risking their entire plan of setting up their Mom with Uncle Bruce so Auntie Valerie would stop trying to be their Step Mom. Which brought them back to their current situation of the five of them sitting together in the main hang out room.

Dan grumbled inaudible, arms crossed and glaring at the bat children assembled before him. Dani giggled, nudging her big brother's leg. "Don't go nonverbal now!"

"Nonverbal?" Dick couldn't help but question, causing Dan to snarl at him while Dani still smiled very brightly at them.

"Big Brother sometimes only talks in growls and snarls. Auntie Jazz said it's got something to do with what he's been through. Mom says big brother isn't socialized enough yet." The boy only growled, glaring at them while he pulled the little girl into a hug and made her sit between his legs, making Dani giggle once more grinning bridely. The two Phantom children were seated on a loveseat together now in the general hang out room of Wayne Manor. Dick, Tim and Damian sat across from them on the couch.

The bat kids exchanged glances. Bruce can try as he might, there was no hiding the relation he had with the Phantom kids. There were too many things that added to the fact that the kids had to be Damians half siblings.

Damian looked rather disgruntled, arms also crossed as he turned to return Dan's glare with the same intensity. "Father, may have been trying to hide you from us but his attempts at gaining Nightingale favor are just as pathetic as the excuses he has been giving us in regards to our relation."

Tim arched an eyebrow. "I was not even aware that Bruce tried to flirt with Phantom at all."

Dick patted Tims shoulder in mock condolence. "I have seen the Phantom-Batman dynamic since my days as Robin… It was horrible and painful to watch. Jason can attest to that."

"Mom is as dense as a neutron star." Dan muttered looking away from them.

As if realizing something Dani blinked a couple of times before staring wide eyed at Dick and pointing with one hand at him. "You're the menace Robin! You're the one that asked Superman to throw you high into the air so you could do flips! Mom even said that you asked him once if he could phase you halfway through a wall or turn you invisible to scare your rogues!"

Both Tim and Damian stared at their older brother unimpressed.

"I guess that did happen. Well back to topic!" Dick tried to deflect which sort of worked. But more because Tim got curious about something.

"I don't get how you guys know about us but we didn't know about you two at all. Phantom never mentioned either of you before, not even when he came to visit as Danny. Before we were told about him being Phantom." Tim muttered, completely ignoring Dick as he turned his attention to the two kids. The two children in turn exchanged knowing looks.

"Mom and Auntie Jazz were worried that big brother would get PTSD seeing the Justice League. That's why Uncle Bruce and Superman are the only ones who really knew about us." Dani explained looking up at her older brother who suddenly sported a feral grin, showing off suddenly very sharp appearing teeth. "Though Superman learning about us was more a spur of the moment than intentional telling him."

"Mom was so mad at him." Dan mentioned his sharp teeth glinting as he exchanged a feral look with his sister. It sent a shiver down the batkids' back, making them remember that the kid mentioned he had apparently murdered all of them before. The image of little ten years old Dan standing in a sea of blue fire and laughing like a maniac crossed their minds for a brief moment before they pushed the memories of the babysitting disaster into the depths of their minds again. "He would have beat him up if Uncle Bruce didn't stop him. Instead Mom put Supes through the lecture of a lifetime using us as his how-it's-supposed-to-be example."

"Oh and we met big bro J when Frostbite helped with his treatment!" Dani added clapping her hands together all cutely while her brother on the other hand ended up growling. "He still owns me a spar."

"That… explains nothing." Tim retorted, eyes narrowed at the two kids who only shrugged refusing to explain any more than they had.

Damian meanwhile ended up glaring at nothing as he crossed his arms muttering something about punishing Todd for having been in cahoots with his father and keeping his younger siblings from him. Dick smiled, their youngest apparently really like the thought of having two younger siblings of his own now.

"Can we please get back to topic? About these two trying to set up Danny and Bruce?" Dick tried once more, he really wanted to know more about this whole 'we attempted to set our mom up with Bruce' deal the two kids had going on.

"What is there to question, Richard? My half siblings appear to want for my father and their mother to be together." Damian huffed with his attention being on his eldest brother he did not notice the confused look Dani gave the older boy before looking at her own brother only for Dan to sport a mix of a feral and mischievous grin the girl soon returned when a look of understanding crossed her face briefly.

"So are you guys going to help?" Dani looked at them with big baby blue and pleading eyes. Dan gave them a red eyed glare as if daring them to disagree with his sister. "As big brother said Mom is a neutron star! We can't do this on our own. But now that you guys know you can help!"

The three bat-kids exchanged a look, though it appeared as if Damian had already made a decision on that matter the moment he learned that Phantom was the mother of his half siblings. Dick grinned, pulling out his phone. "If we are going to do this then I am calling in the cavalry."

In other words Dick was going to call in all their siblings as back up. They had been discussing making Phantom, aka Danny Nightingale, a more permanent fixture in their lives before after he had helped Jason. Now they had even more reason to do so with two baby siblings added into their lot.

[charliedawn]

Can the slashers meet Eddie Gluskin? I am just curious you don’t have to if you do not want to. And have a good day or night😊

Warning: MY KNOWLEDGE OF EDDIE GLUSKIN IS ALMOST NONE EXISTENT AND THIS IS AN INTERPRETATION OF WHO I THINK HE IS. PLEASE. DON’T COME AT ME.

Eddie Gluskin AKA "The Groom"

- 46 years old

- Patient with OCD and post-traumatic disorder. Obsessed with finding himself a wife. Abused physically and mentally as a child.

- Very tall and muscular man, middle-aged, with a black slicked back disconnected undercut hairstyle which is neatly combed down and light blue eyes.

- Eddie's face is covered with red scabs, skin peelings and he has a severe case of subconjunctival hemorrhage in both eyes, the right more so than left.

Face claim for him: Cillian Murphy.

VERY DANGEROUS. APPROACH WITH CARE.

Once you read his file, you frowned as you learned that Eddie Gluskin had been abused at a young age. You already felt bad for him. You knew that the first thing that man would need once entering St Louis was to have his personal space as patients with post-traumatic disorder needed to be handled with care—especially the first few days. Hence, you decided to keep his arrival a secret from the slashers at first, as to not frighten him. You were walking towards the entrance with General McCain and a couple of his men when you were made aware he had arrived.

"Be careful. He has already killed two guards in Mount Massive Asylum not a week ago. He is a tough guy."

You chuckled and shook your head.

"Don’t worry, James. I know how to handle tough guys…"

James nodded with a small smile on his face before he opened the door for you and you entered the room where a handful of policemen were waiting. They were surrounding a man who was chained down to the bench he was sitting on. The man was quiet and his eyes were facing down to the ground. You took a few steps forward before making your way through the policemen to reach the patient.

You stood before him.

"…Eddie Gluskin I presume ?"

The man remained silent for a while before he slowly raised his eyes to look at you.

"…"

He didn’t speak a word. He just started staring at you before you smiled and decided to introduce yourself.

"Y/N L/N. But, you can call me Nurse Y/N. Pleasure to meet you." You extended your hand forward and Eddie Gluskin stared at it for a moment. You chuckled awkwardly as you realised he couldn’t really shake it as he was chained up.

"Oh. Right. Sorry about that. I—" You were cut short when you felt a pressure on your knuckles and your eyes widened as you realised that Eddie Gluskin had just kissed your hand.

…

He then looked up at you with a smile and finally replied.

"Pleasure shared…"

You blinked twice in astonishment before you quickly retreated your hand and Eddie simply smiled at you. Little did you know…You had just unintentionally became Eddie Gluskin’s next 'wife'.

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First time meeting the slashers:

Freddy *appears wearing a wedding dress* : "Heard you were looking for a wife ?"

…What did you expect from the simp master himself ? Of course he would shoot his shot. Eddie is hot. In the way that he is tall, muscular and could rip Freddy to shreds…Of course Freddy would simp for him.

Eddie likes him, but only because he finds him amusing. Eddie chooses his wives upon various very strict criteria. Unfortunately, Freddy wouldn’t make the cut.

Freddy *looking at Author* : "Hey ! What’s that supposed to mean ?!"

When Brahms met Eddie, they both did not really talk much. However, after Eddie spent a little more time around Brahms, he started finding his company enjoyable…

Let’s be honest here.

Brahms would be the perfect bride for Eddie. Brahms is sweet, attentive and touch-starved. So, Eddie would surely like him.

But, I think Eddie would also see him as a child so maybe he wouldn’t try anything, but they would hit it off pretty quickly as two very distinguished gentlemen.

Alpha male standoff.

Eddie Gluskin is the same height and bulk as Michael, which means in Michael language: danger. Michael is like the daddy of the slashers. He protects them. So the first thing that would go through his head would be:

Should I be worried about that guy ?

And the answer is yes.

Eddie Gluskin also noticed the chain of power around St Louis and immediately noticed that all the slashers respected or didn’t mess with Michael. And you—his precious future wife—dared to spend a lot of time around Michael.

So, they wouldn’t really like each other.

Pennywise once pranked him by pretending to be you and Eddie kissed him. Eddie genuinely thought it was you and was so happy…until he opened his eyes and saw it was Pennywise.

…

He punched Pennywise in the face so many times that it took 6 nurses to get him off Pennywise.

Penny bit Eddie Gluskin’s arm because of what he did to his brother.

…

He liked the taste.

Jason met Eddie Gluskin when he was tending to his frogs. He was in the garden near the pond when Eddie came and sat down next to him. They started spending time together and Eddie even started helping him with his frogs.

They became friends—which is quite a feat considering Jason’s trust issues.

…Father Paul’s face after Eddie Gluskin came to him for the 11th time to ask him to officialise his marriage to you. (Give the poor man a break. 🤣)

Even though, A: You’re not aware of it.

B: Eddie Gluskin is mad.

And C: Father Paul is obviously no longer a priest.

But he still does it every time because A: He is bored, and B: Eddie doesn’t leave him alone unless he somehow convinces him that he would so…

[michimonie]

Just wanted to get this idea out of my head for once and out there.

So, way back when I first made my Haunted Mansion x Ducks crossover illustrations, I originally had plans for a whole series.

It was going to be a ton of illustrations based on the second movie. (For the record, I've never seen the original ride, only the movies).

So, here's the full list I was originally going to do, in case anyone was curious (also, sorry, I don't remember all the character names):

THE LIVING

Daffy as the spirit photographer (duck dodgers could be the hero he talks about? Or superior Duck since he seems to be unknown)

Tina Russo as the "single mother who bought the mansion"

Plucky (90s) OR Huey Duck (2017) as the kid

Fethry (or Bugs Bunny) as the priest

Daisy as the medium

Von Drake as the wacky historian

THE DEAD

Scrooge as the Top Hat Ghost (though Glomgold would be perfect for personality)

Donald as the Mariner / Sea Captain

Melissa Duck as Hatchaway (bride with the axe)

Shirley as Madame Leota (she literally has the powers)

Gladstone / Magica as the lovers

HDL as the hitchhikers (maybe? If huey isn't the kid)

Maybe I'll still get around to this in the future, but we'll see...