#wedding arch hire

[eventhiresydney]

Planning Your Next Event? Here's Everything You Need to Know About Event Hire Services in Sydney

Organizing an event can be both exciting and overwhelming. Whether it’s a wedding, corporate gathering, or casual outdoor party, having the right equipment and setup is crucial for a successful event. Thankfully, party hire sydney services make it easier than ever to access everything you need. Let’s dive into how hiring the right equipment can elevate your event and why Event Hire Sydney should be your go-to provider.

1. Create Comfort and Style with Chair Hire

Seating is one of the most critical aspects of any event. From weddings to conferences, ensuring your guests are comfortable is non-negotiable. Chair hire sydney services provide a range of options, including elegant chairs for formal events and practical solutions for casual gatherings. The right chairs not only improve guest comfort but also add to the overall aesthetic of your event.

2. Set the Scene with Table Hire

Tables are more than just a functional necessity; they serve as focal points for conversations, dining, and activities. Whether you’re planning an intimate dinner or a grand reception, Table Hire Sydney offers versatile options to match your theme. Their selection includes everything from picnic tables to banquet setups, ensuring your event’s needs are fully met.

For outdoor events, picnic table hire is a popular choice. These tables provide a relaxed and rustic vibe, perfect for family reunions, festivals, or casual parties.

3. Add Elegance with Wedding Arch Hire

Nothing frames a wedding ceremony quite like a beautifully designed arch. A wedding arch creates a stunning backdrop for exchanging vows, and wedding arch hire sydney offers a range of styles, from traditional floral designs to modern geometric structures. These arches are an ideal addition to both indoor and outdoor ceremonies, ensuring a picture-perfect moment.

4. Amplify the Fun with Speaker Hire

No event is complete without the right sound system. Whether it’s music, speeches, or announcements, quality audio makes all the difference. Speaker Hire Sydney provides professional-grade equipment that’s easy to set up and delivers crystal-clear sound. Perfect for weddings, corporate events, and parties, the right speakers ensure your audience stays engaged and entertained.

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The right lighting can transform your event space, creating an ambiance that matches your theme. Whether you’re hosting a wedding, gala, or dance party, lighting hire sydney offers a variety of options. From soft, romantic lighting for weddings to dynamic and colorful lights for parties, you’ll find solutions that enhance your venue’s appeal.

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Final Thoughts

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[eternalarchesblog]

Elevate Your Wedding Decor with Eternal Arches: Buy Wedding Arch Online

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[jinjeriffic]

DCxDP Persephone 2.0

(Somehow, even when I come up with an angsty scenario it turns into zany comedy hijinks. Send help.)

Cassie, Tim, Kon and Bart are hanging out, just chilling, when a glowing green minotaur pops out of nowhere and yoinks Wonder Girl into another dimension.

Obviously, Cassie is so not down with the whole kidnapping thing, so she starts beating up all the Greek mythological monsters in sight. Soon enough, Pandora pops out of the woodwork and orders everyone to stand down.

Pandora: *sigh* I ordered you to escort her here, not drag her kicking and screaming. Ugh, it's impossible to hire competent help these days. Come child, we have much to discuss.

Cassie: Uh, it's an honor to meet you ma'am, but why am I here?

Pandora: It's quite complicated I'm afraid. To make a long story short, a few years ago the tyrannical ghost king was defeated by a young ghost hero, and by right of conquest the crown passed to him. However, since he has not yet reached the age of majority a regency council was put in place until he is old enough to be formally crowned.

Cassie: What does that have to do with me?

Pandora: You see, your father, Zeus, wishes to make an alliance with this new power...

Cassie: Oh no

Pandora: ...and so he has offered your hand in marriage to the young prince, as he once did Persephone's to Hades.

Cassie: That fucking asshole!

Pandora: And the regency council has accepted on the prince's behalf.

Cassie: *cracks knuckles* So, what's your opinion on patricide?

***

When Cassie meets Danny, she fully expects him to be some pompous asshole.

Danny: I am so fucking sorry!

Cassie: Huh?

Danny: *wrings hands* I'm sorry you got dragged into this mess! This was not my idea! But the council are a bunch of stuck-up jerks who think this is for the good of the realm and...

Cassie: So the wedding is off?

Danny: Well... unfortunately Clockwork is the one who floated the idea? And he only gets directly involved if it's like, end of the world kind of stuff...

Cassie: Who's Clockwork?

Danny: The Master of Time. He uh, helped me prevent a potential future where my soul got merged with that of my arch-nemesis and I miiiight have wiped out all life on Earth. But uh, that timeline is gone and you don't have to worry about it!

Cassie, muttering: Chronos?

Danny: So I think we might be stuck with each other, unless you have an idea on how to get out of this?

Cassie: Well my friends are bound to come rescue me, so...

Danny: Stall?

Cassie: Stall.

Queen Dora, popping in with a dozen handmaidens, a measuring tape and hundreds of dress and fabric samples: ~ Who's ready for a makeover? ~

Cassie: Oh gods just kill me now

***

Cassie and Danny both go full Bridezilla in an effort to delay the wedding, nitpicking everything from the clothes to the flower arrangements.

Cassie: I am not wearing some poofy monstrosity to my wedding. I want a tux! If anyone's gonna wear a dress it's gonna be him.

Danny, posing in front of a mirror: What do you think, can I pull off a mermaid cut?

***

Eventually, they can stall no more and the day of the wedding arrives. Zeus is there to give her away as the father of the bride. Cassie tries to stab him with the cake topper.

The wedding proceeds, they are standing in front of the Observant who is officiating. Cassie is glaring murderously at Zeus. Danny just looks resigned. Suddenly, there's a loud screech and a bang. The team has arrived to crash the party...!

...by literally crash landing the stolen Specter Speeder on top of Zeus.

*smash cut to a flashback of Tim reading the Drs Fentons' research and breaking into Fentonworks*

Tim, Kon and Bart pop out of the smoking wreckage.

Tim: We object!

Observant, outraged: On what grounds?!

Kon: Wonder Girl can't marry the ghost prince, because... because I'm marrying her!

Tim and Bart: Wait what?

Danny: Oh thank fuck *rips off his veil and dress and chucks it at the Observant* Cassie, do you want to marry Superboy?

Cassie: I do!

Danny: Then by the power vested in me by the Crown and Ring, I now pronounce you Super and Wonder. You may kiss the bride or whatever.

Cassie dip kisses Kon in front of the assembled ghost citizenry. Tim and Danny disappear into a broom closet during the wedding reception. Bart demolishes like 90% of the buffet by himself.

***

In a dark room, Clockwork is repeatedly watching Zeus get pancaked in slow motion and chuckles to himself.

Roll Credits

[mashtatosworld]

calm in the chaos

summary: you give birth to your first baby

You should have known when Jiyong walked into the room with a beret perched on his head and a set of fine paintbrushes in the other, that today was not going to go as planned.

You had thought you were going to start painting the nursery.

You had been excited, even, having selected a range of pink shades together weeks ago. You’d imagined the two of you working side by side, getting messy with paint, making this space a home for your little girl.

But instead, you found yourself sitting on the nursery floor, your maternity dress rolled up over your stomach, as your husband carefully dragged a paintbrush across your swollen belly.

You sighed, watching him dip the brush into a soft pastel colour before sweeping it over your skin. "Ji, why are we doing this again?"

He didn’t even look up, his lips pursed in deep concentration. “She gives me inspiration.”

You arched a brow. "She?"

“Our baby,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I’m waiting for her to tell me how she wants the room painted."

You blinked. "You don’t know what colour you want the nursery to be?"

He had a vision board, a Pinterest board and even hired interior designers to help plan the nursery. But in the end, the two of you went to the store and picked out your favourite swatches of pregnancy safe paint - of which he was now painting on your stomach.

“I thought I did," he admitted, sticking a tiny flower to your belly, right where he had just painted. "But then I realised, I should wait for her input."

You stared at him, bewildered. "She’s going to decide?"

He nodded sagely. "Of course."

You sighed again, shaking your head. "And how exactly is she going to do that?"

At that exact moment, a small but firm kick pressed against your stomach, right where he had been painting.

Jiyong grinned, eyes wide with excitement. "Ahhh, see? She’s choosing!"

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Or maybe she’s just done with you poking her all the time.”

He ignored your teasing, his expression turning softer, more thoughtful. He ran a hand gently over your stomach, his wedding ring cold against your skin as it grazed the painted surface.

"I feel so connected to her already," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your belly. "I think she’s going to share my artistic vision but have your beauty." His eyes flicked up to you, filled with so much love it made your breath catch. "She’s so lucky."

Your heart melted, and you reached out to touch him, feeling closer than ever. "We’re the lucky ones, Ji."

He smiled, rubbing a hand over your belly again before picking up another flower petal and sticking it carefully to your skin.

After a few more strokes of paint and some deep, artistic pondering on Jiyong’s end, you finally asked, "So… now that she’s chosen the colour, can we start painting the nursery?"

Jiyong froze, slowly pursing his lips. His expression instantly shifted from serene to guilty.

You narrowed your eyes. "Jiyong."

He cleared his throat. "Well… we could… but, you know, it's a lot of labour, and - "

"Ji."

"And you're pregnant, and I just - ”

"Ji."

"I don’t want you moving around too much!" he finally blurted, eyes pleading. "It’s not safe!"

You stared at him, incredulous. "That’s why you’ve been delaying? Because you don’t want me painting?"

He nodded quickly. “I mean, you are involved! You’re growing our princess!”

You threw your hands in the air. "Jiyong, come on. I want to help. I’m not going to break!"

He hesitated, clearly torn between his need to protect you and his desire to make you happy. After a long pause, he finally sighed in defeat.

“Fine.”

"Thank you."

"But only sticking flowers to the wall," he warned. "No climbing ladders. No stretching. No actual painting. Just decorating."

You rolled your eyes but took what you could get. "Deal."

He'd been like that your whole pregnancy.

You weren’t allowed to carry anything. Not a grocery bag, not the laundry, not even your own shoes if he was feeling particularly protective. The man had damn near wrestled a glass out of your hand once, insisting it was too full and too heavy - until you nearly bit his head off.

After that, he reluctantly allowed you to lift a drink or your phone. But everything else?

Off limits.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

An hour later, the nursery was transformed.

The walls were coated in the perfect shade of soft pink, the door dotted with tiny, delicate flowers. Jiyong had even painted a subtle mural on one wall - gentle brushstrokes forming a dreamy, almost ethereal heart. It was beautiful.

You both stood in the centre of the room, looking around in awe.

It suddenly felt real.

This wasn’t just a room anymore. This was your baby’s room. The space where you would rock her to sleep, where she would wake up every morning, where she would play and grow.

Jiyong took your hand in his, his grip warm and steady. He gave you a small, almost disbelieving smile. “This is really happening, huh?”

You squeezed his fingers. “Yeah.”

Briefly, you were pulled back to when you first met him. At the time, you'd been too afraid to even look him in the eyes. And yet now you would touch your stomach and wonder if your baby would have those same, curious eyes...

He pulled you into his arms, holding you close.

You closed your eyes, resting your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.

The three of you - already a family.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You should have known.

You should have known when Jiyong didn’t touch a single drop of alcohol all night - not even during Youngbae’s toast.

You should have known when he stayed practically glued to your side all night, his hand permanently resting on your belly like some kind of monitor.

And you should have known when he kept looking at you with that knowing little smirk every time you shifted uncomfortably.

But you?

You were in denial.

Sure, there had been some cramping earlier that day, but that was normal at nine months pregnant. It was not the start of labour.

No way. Not tonight, of all nights. Not when you were supposed to be enjoying Youngbae’s big concert, surrounded by your closest friends.

So, you pushed through.

You swayed lightly in the VIP section, singing along with Hyorin. And you breathed through the discomfort when Jiyong leaned in, murmuring sweet nothings against your temple.

And then the concert ended.

You were all backstage, congratulating Youngbae, when a sharp pain rippled through your stomach. Your hand immediately shot out, grabbing the nearest thing - which happened to be Jiyong’s forearm.

You squeezed, fingers digging in.

Jiyong didn’t even flinch.

Instead, he sighed, tilting his head with that same knowing smirk. "Right, jagi - your contractions are within five minutes. It’s time to go to meet our baby."

Silence.

Then -

“WAIT, WHAT?!”

Every single person in the room turned to stare.

Youngbae, still towelling off his sweat, froze. Hyorin’s jaw dropped. Daesung, mid-sip of water, choked violently.

"Is this really happening?!"

"How could I have not noticed?"

"I'm going to be an uncle again?"

Jiyong rolled his eyes. "Yes, ok, she's in labour. Time to go. Let’s move."

"Yah!" Hyorin smacked your arm. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"You can't smack a pregnant person!" Daesung jumped in, standing in front of you like a personal bodyguard.

You tried to protest, but another contraction hit, and all that came out was a pained groan.

"What are we waiting for!" Youngbae ushered, grabbing his wife as Daesung threw on his jacket.

"This isn't an afterparty." You muttered, shuffling out of the room with Jiyong at your side as the others followed closely behind.

"We were there when you met, we'll be there for this too."

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The car ride was complete chaos.

You were wedged in the back between Hyorin and Daesung, who were gripping your hands like they was the ones about to give birth.

Youngbae was in the passenger seat, throwing out directions that he believed was the fastest way to the hospital.

"Take a left here! Hyung! Hyung! You missed the turning," He instructed Jiyong, his maps up on his phone. "Go right here! No! Jiyong!"

Your husband ignored his frantic shouting as he continued straight ahead. "I know the way." He'd been studying every route to the hospital since you entered your third trimester.

Daesung, squished in the back, was losing his mind. “Drive faster! Why are we not driving faster?! This is an emergency! Run the light!”

Jiyong stayed silent.

Completely calm. Not panicked. Not frantic. Not hovering.

He just gripped the wheel, eyes steady, jaw set. Cool. Collected.

Which only made it worse because nobody expected this.

“Why is he so quiet?!” Daesung hissed from the back.

"Maybe he's in shock!" Hyorin whispered back. "Youngbae fainted when I had our son."

"Hey... I was tired and simply closed my eyes," Youngbae muttered in return. He then looked to his bandmate with wide eyes. "You're not going to faint right? Tell me and I'll grab the wheel."

Jiyong rolled his eyes. “I’m perfectly fine.”

"That makes it weirder, Jiyong!” Daesung exclaimed.

You let out a strangled groan as another contraction hit, gripping Hyorin’s fingers like a vice.

Jiyong found your eyes in the mirror. His voice was calm when he spoke.

"Breathe, jagi," he murmured. "We’re almost there."

Everyone else was in full-blown meltdown mode, and yet he was here, anchored, pulling you back down to earth.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

By the time you got to the hospital, Jiyong immediately sprang into action.

The moment the car stopped, he was out, grabbing the hospital bag from the trunk - which he had secretly packed without your knowledge.

Meanwhile, the rest of the group spilled out of the car like a panicked clown parade.

"Move, move, move!” Youngbae yelled like it was a military drill.

Jiyong opened the door for you, helping you out carefully, and wrapped an arm around your waist as he guided you inside. The others trailed behind, all talking at once -

"We’re here for the birth!”

"She’s having the baby right now!”

"We need a wheelchair!"

"I can still walk Daesung.” You declined even when he nearly tripped you up, trailing closely behind at your heels.

Jiyong ignored all of them. He was only focused on you.

Hyorin was on the phone with your mother, giving her updates in hushed tones. Youngbae was already calling Jiyong’s mom. Daesung, pulled out his own phone, not one to be left out.

"I'm calling Seunghyun," He muttered.

Another contraction hit. You clenched your jaw, voice shaking. "Ji... I’m scared."

And just like that, his entire demeanour softened.

He turned to you, his hands framing your face as he rested his forehead against yours.

"I know, baby," he whispered. "But you’re going to be okay. I’m right here."

And somehow, that was enough.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The moment you were wheeled into the delivery room, the chaos of your friends faded.

It was just you and Jiyong now.

He never let go of your hand.

Not once.

Through every contraction, every moment of pain, he was there. Whispering reassurances. Kissing your knuckles. Smoothing your hair.

"You’re doing so well, jagi."

"Just a little more, my baby."

"I’m right here."

And when your daughter finally entered the world - when her tiny cries filled the room - Jiyong let out the softest, most broken breath.

The doctor placed her in your arms, and Jiyong just stared.

He looked at you, his eyes wet, his lips trembling. "She's here," he whispered. "You did it."

You nodded weakly, exhausted beyond words.

And Jiyong - your calm in the chaos - just broke.

Tears streamed down his face as he cupped your daughter’s tiny head, his hands shaking. "She's perfect," he whispered.

You smiled sleepily, watching the love in his eyes as he gazed at your little girl - the masterpiece he had been waiting for.

The one he'd been waiting for his whole life.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

a throwback to the birth of baby diva! i thought i should post this before Angel arrives - which is not long now!

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[sim0nril3y]

The Honeymoon

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: Fun, fun, fun on the honeymoon, need I say more? Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), very soft, very fluffy, very smutty, p in v sex, honeymoon sex, breeding kink, wife kink all things good, feral Simon, canon-typical swearing.

You weren’t sure that you’d seen another time where Simon was more relaxed than on your honeymoon. Whilst the wedding had been exceptionally small and intimate, he’d spare no expense on the honeymoon. Mykonos, three weeks. There was a private beachside villa which also had the most amazing pool, Simon had hired a car for the time you’d be there, he’d organised everything perfectly. “Nothing less for my perfect wife.” He'd told you, railing into you passionately from behind as you gazed out over the balcony that first evening.

In ways that his sex-drive typically fluctuated back home, there was something about being here that seemed to send it sky high. Maybe it was all the beautiful beachy outfits that you were wearing, or maybe it was the way you lounged under the bathing sun, or maybe it was that ring that lay so prettily on your left hand now. It was official, you were his and he was yours and everyone fucking knew it. Whenever he’d see that piece of jewellery sparkling under the sun he had to have you, he was practically insatiable. It didn’t seem to matter where you were, lounging on a sunbed by the pool, walking through the streets home from dinner, even shocking you in a vineyard tour where he snuck you away into a nearby cupboard to have his way with you.

After an evening of good wine and even better food the two of you returned to the villa. You collapsed back onto the sofa, beginning to remove your strappy heels whilst Simon made himself busy pouring a couple more glasses of wine. “’ere, Mrs Riley…” He saunters towards you, looking mouth-watering in his thin linen shirt, very few buttons keeping it together now. “Thanks.” You say softly, throwing one shoe aside and accepting the glass from his hands as he took a seat on the artsy coffee table in front of you, carefully taking your other ankle into his hands and lifting, stroking your calf in a soothing way as you leaned back and let out a low sigh.

Those meaty fingers were so delicate as they began to untie the straps of your heel, unravelling them slowly. “Y’look a knockout, babe.” He mentioned, voice soft and eyes cast down to remove your shoe, pressing the pads of his thumbs into the arching arch of your foot causing a moan to pull from your throat. “Fuckin’ glowing…” He mentioned, you bit the inside of your cheek. “My beautiful fuckin’ wife…” Then those dark eyes drifted up your frame finally coming to a stop on your face. “Show ‘er to me.” Simon’s voice was a low drawl, needy having being away from your precious cunt for more than a few hours. “Si~” You purred. “Jus’ quick…”

Slowly you licked at your lips before being unable to fight your smile, fingers curling tightly around the hem of your dress before dragging it up to display your naked pussy to his hungry eyes. “No knickers?” His voice was dangerous low, eyes no longer on your own and watching your cunt, you shook your head. “All night?” Another shake whilst raising your leg to plant a foot on the sofa beside you, spreading yourself further to his wonting eyes. “Dirty fuckin’ girl…” Simon muttered. “Y’killing me here.”

A tender giggle pulled from your throat, leaning your head back, your left hand drifting down as two fingers traced over your cunt lips, spreading them, gliding across your slit and all the while your wedding ring gleamed and glistened. Simon watched, his mouth popped open just slightly, ragged breaths escaping. “Fuck me.” He whispered, watching eagerly as those two fingers sunk into your wanting walls. “Fuck~” You hiccupped softly.

Simon shuffled closer, watching as your fingers pressed in and out of your walls with a quiet ‘shlck, shlck, shlck’ all the while. “Good girl.” He breathed, falling to his knees, pressing a few wayward kisses to your thighs as he leaned close. “Pretty fuckin’ wife.” It seemed as if he was talking to himself, pushing down his trousers and his cock bobbing out, painfully hard, cum dripping from the tip. “Gonna let me fuck you?” He asked then, looking up at your pleasure filled face, brows pinched, breaths low and pulled from deep. “I know, I know. You wanna cum. Let me help.” His lips ghosted over the back of your hand as those fingers buried deep. “Let your husband help.”

To say that Simon was obsessed with calling you his wife and himself your husband was an understatement. It was beginning to sneak into almost every conversation, but especially in the throes of passion. Simon had you pressed into that sofa moments later, fucking you deep, calling you his pretty wife, his perfect wife, his beautiful wife, loving his wife’s beautiful cunt, feeding his wife her husband’s cock because she needed it. God, if it didn’t drive you wild too. There was something so unhinged yet so tender about it all that really made you both crave it.

And when he finished there was a promise on his lips. “Knock you up.” It was a faint growl but you heard it clear as day and you wished for his words to come true. He pumped you full, seated inside of you for a good long while as if allowing his seed more time to truly take hold, but during that time his words were sweet and his lips were warm against your skin, whispering the most beautiful and endearing things.

This was the place you wanted to stay forever, this was the Simon you always wanted to love.

Masterlist | Ask | 26-05-2024

[marzipanandminutiae]

concept: Gothic Literature Child Protective Services

because no, you cannot have a child raised by their parents' arch-nemesis. and no, a haunted Asylum of Horrors is not a suitable environment for them even if they're not a patient

marriage licenses are not to be issued to those of dubious age- you may be over the consent line in 1857, young madam, but you met this man two days ago and he's 20 years your senior, so very few people even in your own time would look kindly on the union. I don't care if "it's true love;" you have the life experience of a sea anemone and you are going right back to school while your swain returns to his Accursed Castle escorted by a few sharp-eyed werewolves

Lonely Psychic Children Play-Group meets every Wednesday and Friday regular (Adolescent Division is Monday, Wednesday, and Friday just for extra safety), so nobody has to forlornly call into the unknown for companionship. all kinds of riffraff out there

(Lonely Isolated Siblings Play-Group is Tuesdays and Thursdays)

there's a corps of carefully-vetted governesses-for-hire who are all aroace and quite unafraid of ghosts, so they won't be distracted from their charges by any Brooding Ruler of the Manor, living or otherwise. or any other phantoms hanging about

sex ed and gender-related classes are free and frequently offered, covering topics like Consent and You're Not Dying; You're Menstruating (Also It's Not Divine Judgment Upon You For The Sin of Eve) and Sometimes You Burn With Strange Lusts For The Pretty \Kitchenmaid And Vow Never To Wed A Man, And That's Fine and You Don't Have To Drink That Unholy Potion- Puberty Blockers Are Well-Researched And Safe; Here Is A Clinical Referral And Please Notify Us of Your Correct Name And Pronouns When Ready

and of course they have. Ways. of dealing with unfit parents...

[mumms-the-word]

BG3 Wedding Season Tag Game

Inspired by @lewdisescariot's post about Spring/Summer being wedding season, I present to you an unofficial Wedding Season Tag Game!

It's time to create your special day. Your favorite companion or NPC has proposed to your OC, or your OC proposed to them, and now it's time to plan and throw a wedding! The first list is about the details, while the second zeroes in on specific moments!

Tag a friend and challenge them to answer some (or all) of the prompts on this list. There are 31 prompts, so you can also use the prompts as a daily headcanon/art/fic challenge. Use the prompts however you like! If you want to share your stuff with a shared tag, you can use the tag #bg3weddingseason

✨Details✨

Wedding, or something else? - What do the characters think about weddings or marriages? If not a wedding, would they acknowledge their relationship in a different kind of ceremony?

Proposal - Who proposed to whom? Were there rings or other gifts involved?

Bachlor/Bachelorette parties? - Do the characters get a bachelor(ette) party before the big day? Does anything crazy happen?

Pre-Ceremony Events - Are there any special events, ceremonies, rituals, or preparations the couple must do before the wedding day? Ritual cleansing, asking a parent for the character's hand, mehndi/henna painting, little pre-ceremony games or challenges, etc?

Formal or informal affair? - Is the wedding elaborate and grand, or simple and sweet? Is it a tenday-long series of parties or is it a quick vow exchange in front of Withers?

Venue - Where is the ceremony and/or reception? Inside? Outside?

Timing - What time of year are they getting married? What time of day?

Traditions - What traditions are involved in the ceremony/reception? Is there a mix of traditions from either partner?

Decor - What kind of notable decor is there at the venue? Do they have something like an arch, a carpet aisle, fairy lights in the trees, or other elaborate decorations? Did they choose to decorate at all?

Flowers - What flowers or other natural elements do they have as part of their decoration, if any? Are these flowers significant?

Bouquet or no bouquet? - Does someone carry a bouquet, or do they choose to carry something else? Or do they walk down the aisle with nothing at all?

Music - Is there music at the ceremony or the reception? What kind of music? Do they hire an orchestra, band, or half-decent bard to serenade them?

Outfits - What is the married couple going to wear? Is there special significance in the outfit choices, colors, jewelry, etc?

Rings - What do their rings look like, if they choose to exchange any?

Vows and Unity Ceremonies - Does the couple exchange vows? Do they complete any kind of "unity" ceremony, like handfasting, planting a tree together, etc?

Wedding Party - Are there bridesmaids, groomsmen, attendants, special witnesses? Are they dressed a certain way or positioned in a special spot?

Going Down the Aisle - Does anyone escort the character walking down the aisle? Do they go alone?

I Now Pronounce You... - Do your characters change their last names, keep their last names, arrange for a specific kind of name? For example, "Mr. and Mr. Dekarios" or "Lord and Lady Ravengard-Cliffgate"?

Guests - Who else is there? Are there any special details about how the guests are arranged, what they are wearing, or what they are doing?

Food - What kind of food and drink is being served at the reception? Is there a lush feast or simple fare? Is there a wedding cake or some other kind of traditional wedding food?

Dancing - Is there any dancing? Elegant waltzes or all-out party-hard tavern music dance parties?

Ending the Night - How does the reception end? Is there a big send-off, or does everyone quietly fade out as the night turns into dawn?

Honeymoon - Does the couple take a honeymoon anywhere?

✨Specific Moments✨

The Night Before - Write about the night before the wedding. Are your characters nervous? Excited? Do they see their partner or keep away?

Getting Ready - Who helps your characters get ready? Are there any sweet, funny, bittersweet, or adorable moments that happen?

The First Look - Write about the moment when your married couple sees each other in their wedding outfits for the first time.

Ceremony - Write the scene where they exchange vows, complete a unity ceremony, exchange rings, or etc.

First Dance - Does your couple have a first dance? What is that like for them?

Private Moments - Every couple needs a private moment away from the big day. When does your couple escape the festivities, before, during, or after the ceremony/reception, to have a private, quiet (or perhaps not so quiet) moment?

Reception - Does anything specific happen at the reception? Drama, a sweet moment with a parent or other companions, cake-smashing, games, a surprise?

First Night, Morning After - Write a specific moment or detail about their first night together as a wedded couple, and/or what it is like for them to wake up the next morning as a wedded couple.

Different cultures around the world have different wedding expectations, ceremonies, events, and so forth, so if you find that this list doesn't let you explore those ideas, feel free to adjust the prompts to suit you and your characters more!

Enjoy and have fun!

[bigtreefest]

For The Title For A Fake Fic ask game:

June Bride with Steve Rogers.

Thank you so much for sending this in! Honestly, I probably would have done this prompt for someone else, but here’s what I’ve got for Steve!

Based on this ask game

June Bride

Steve rogers x reader

The scenery was so you. Bright, flowery, perfect. Everything had been meticulously planned out, he watched it in real time. The rehearsal dinner went off without a hitch, and even Steve was in awe of the the wedding planner crew that you had insisted on hiring. Including under his own leadership, he’s never seen a team work that seamlessly.

The weather was good, too. Not excessively hot or cold. Just like how you had told him you wanted it to be years ago as the two of you laid, holding each other close under the stars. The same night you first said you loved each other.

Steve stood at the end of the aisle in his suit, clearing his throat as his eyes began to mist. From next to him, Bucky patted his back and gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze as the bridal music began.

The second you were in his sight, you were a dream. White dress like a fairy tale, flowing in the wind behind you, veil fluttering in the same majestic way. Your bouquet was flawless, just like everything else, as you took steps to the beat of the music, looking out to the sides at your friends and family, locking eyes with him as you approached the alter. It was like watching an angel march towards him to offer eternal heaven, a lifetime with you.

Except once you got to Steve’s side, you kept going. Your polite smile moved past him, up the few steps underneath the flowering arch, to hold hands with your fiancé, where you truly beamed. A beautiful June bride, just like you always said, but not his. Not anymore.

[notablenotions]

Ma-Chapter 1

Radzig watched from the stone-framed arch of the great hall, arms folded across his chest. His gaze fell upon Hans Capon striding across the courtyard, radiating the smug joy of a man freshly wed. Likely a good wedding night, or something less… innocent. Radzig didn’t care. Hans’s marriage was Hanush’s concern — a political knot tied neatly with noble fingers. What mattered to Radzig was the alliance it cemented, the power it secured.

What unsettled him — though he’d never admit it aloud — was the boy trailing after Hans like a loyal hound.

Henry.

His son.

Her's.

I wouldn’t trail after another like that. Radzig thought coldly, and then paused, the corner of his lip twitching at the hypocrisy. He had followed once, hadn’t he? Long ago, in a different life, when fire burned in his veins and bloodshed felt like glory.

Unlike Capon, born swaddled in silks, Radzig’s lineage had given him only a name and a rusted coat of arms. Nobility in name — peasantry in all else. His father, a man more suited for a plough than a sword, left him one gift: skill at arms. Radzig sharpened that skill into a blade and aimed it at the throat of fortune.

He had once been wild, reckless — no title, no coin. Just ambition. Banditry was not beneath him, for it brought wealth, power, men who hungered for more. He’d carved a path through the lawless lands, a scourge of minor lords, a storm gathering under a black banner. Hanush had noticed. A fourth son himself, clawing for recognition. Together, they struck at fate’s throat.

But blood draws blood.

Lords who’d ignored him grew nervous. They hired sell-swords — ruthless bastards, well-paid and well-armed. The battle was swift and merciless. Radzig alone survived, a specter among corpses. His arms laden with stolen loot, he stumbled through forest and field, desperate, hunted.

Then… the gods smiled.

A cart creaked along the road, its driver cloaked and small. A young man? No. Even from his vantage, he saw her curves beneath the ill-fitting garb. A woman. Alone.

Radzig leapt from his perch, raising his hands in feigned surrender. A humble soldier, separated from his garrison. His voice was honeyed steel.

“Good lady,” he said, bowing slightly, “I’ve lost my way. A noble creature such as yourself must have been sent by God Himself.”

Words came easily then. Women often bent beneath his charm, entranced by his sharp tongue and rough grace. He’d meant to rob her. Kill her, if needed. He was not above slaying a maid to survive.

But then he saw her face — unhidden now by the flimsy disguise of a male farmhand. As she lifted her chin, the brim of her weatherworn hat tipped back, and for the first time, the veil was torn away.

Radzig stopped.

Time seemed to stretch thin, suspended like a sword poised mid-swing.

Her face — sun-kissed, yet smooth as fine silk — held a natural grace no courtly lady could mimic. Her lips, full and blushed like a rose bathed in morning dew, curved not in shyness, but in quiet challenge. High cheekbones framed a face neither soft nor hardened — it was the face of a woman who had lived, and yet refused to be bowed by the weight of life. Her eyes — God, those eyes — dark as storm-touched velvet, stared back at him with the calm precision of a hawk circling prey. Yet there was more — an elusive spark, ungraspable, like the glint of steel just before it strikes.

And Radzig — who measured men in threats and allies, who saw the world in paths and outcomes — lost all sense of the map.

His thoughts, sharp as blades, dulled in that instant. It wasn’t lust. It wasn’t strategy. It was… something else. Something raw, dangerous. The poets — damn them — might call it love at first sight. He’d have laughed at the idea.

He didn’t laugh now.

Then she spoke — her voice like a knife wrapped in velvet.

“Well,” she said, cocking an eyebrow, arms folding across her chest. “You’re certainly something. But not what you claim.”

Radzig blinked, lips parting, ready to launch his practiced tale of being lost, of needing aid. But she wasn’t done.

“Soldier? Please. A soldier walks like he’s tethered to orders. You move like a wolf — loose, looking for a kill, or worse, coin. Your clothes? Fine, but worn where a sword would hang — no garrison posts their best in half-torn leather. And that charming little bow? That’s the bow of a man who thinks he can take what he wants with a smile.”

Her tone held no fear. No trembling. Only amusement and confidence, woven together like steel and silk.

Radzig — for once — was at a loss. He hadn’t misjudged. He’d underestimated. She’d seen right through him, with sharpness that rivaled any blade he’d crossed.

“And yet,” she added, stepping down from the cart, closing the distance between them without flinching, “you come to me all humble, hands raised like a repentant saint, expecting me to swoon or yield.”

Her eyes narrowed, glinting with something dangerous. “Tell me, wolf, do you often hunt women on lonely roads? Or did you simply think I’d be easier prey than the men you crossed?”

Radzig felt his heart pound — not from fear, but something far more volatile. Respect. Intrigue. Desire, yes, but sharpened by something deeper. She wasn’t prey. She was a mirror — a reflection of everything he fought to bury. Strength. Independence. Cunning.

And against all reason, he laughed. A low, rumbling sound, torn from somewhere deep in his chest.

“You’re wasted on farm work,” he said, the mask falling away for just a breath. “You see too much.”

She tilted her head, a sly smile playing at her lips.

“And you talk too much. If you want to rob me, get on with it. But I warn you — I bite.”

He should have robbed her. He should have taken what he needed and disappeared into the woods, forgotten her like the rest.

But Radzig Kobyla, bandit, swordsman, noble-born rogue — had just met the one person he couldn’t forget.

Not then.

Not ever.

---

“How do you bite with no teeth?” Radzig gestured lazily to his sword, then to her empty belt, smirking at her lack of one.

Christ. What a clumsy retort. The words stumbled from his mouth before he could catch them — rare for him. She’d unsettled him, and he hated it. He tilted his head, sharpening the smirk into a baring of teeth, like a wolf showing fangs. Something’s in the air.

Thick. Unyielding. Carnal.

She felt it too. He could tell — a flicker of her eyes to his lips, a subtle catch in her breath. It burned between them, searing. He wasn’t a man to miss chances.

He stepped in close, hand threading through her hair, grabbing the back of her head and claiming her lips in a desperate, searing kiss. It was everything — fire, hunger, chaos. His blood sang, and if she struck him down now, God strike him, he’d die happy.

He didn’t mean to get stabbed.

But the pain hit — sharp, slicing into his side like fire. He gasped, breaking away from her lips with a grunt, eyes dropping to the needle-point dagger embedded between the seams of his leather. Precision. Damn her.

He collapsed, vision blurring. The world spun and blackened, but sound still reached him — mocking, chaotic.

A rustle. Heavy footsteps. A groan, low and rasped like a drunk waking from sin. “Fuck, can’t a man of the Lord rest?”

More noises. Steps growing closer.

Then her voice — a melody of mockery, sweet and lethal.

“Godwin, we wouldn’t be in this mess if you hadn’t been bedding the old Lord’s wife, you lecherous bastard.”

Radzig couldn’t see. But he heard everything — the rummaging of hands, the jingle of his coin taken, his pride stripped. Fair play. He’d have done the same.

“Fuck, Anna… he’s a fucking lord.”

Anna.

The name echoed in his mind, rolling on his tongue like a whispered prayer.

---

He jolted awake, warmth pressing against his back — a fire crackling nearby, the cart beside him. He lay on a makeshift bed, pain dull in his side but fading. A shadow loomed over him.

An older man — robes of a priest, face flushed and reeking of alcohol. Thick, heady. He made Hanush seem like a monk.

“Good, you’re awake,” the man slurred. “Now — which house you from, lad?”

Radzig stared, mind still spinning, tongue dry. All he could say was, “Anna…”

The man cleared his throat. “Odd name for a lad.” He grinned wide. “I’m Father Godwin. My travel companion and I found you hurt on the road. Thought we’d look after you. Kind souls, aren’t we?"

Radzig almost laughed. A priest lying through his teeth — a divine comedy.

He glanced toward the voice that still rang in his ears.

“He had some good stuff, Godwin,” Anna said, stomping over, hands brimming with the contents of his pockets, coin gleaming. “Should fetch enough to get us to Prague.”

There she was — no elegance, no pretense. Just raw, uncut beauty wrapped in ragged strength. Radiant. Enrapturing.

“Ah, the wolf rises,” she said, eyes gleaming with triumph. “Told you I bite.”

Radzig’s gaze fell to the stolen coin in her hands.

“Consider this our fee for saving your life,” she added, chin high, daring him.

He smirked, pushing himself up with a wince, limping toward her. “Ah, my fair lady,” he murmured, voice smooth as silk, “you saved me indeed… though I find your point moot, given it was you who nearly sent me to God’s door.”

She didn’t flinch, eyes narrowing as he cornered her. Close now, close enough to feel her breath.

He lowered his voice, letting it brush against her like silk and steel. “Careful. You’re playing with wolves, love.”

She smiled — not sweet, but sharp. Defiant. Unyielding.

“Perhaps I should’ve handed you to God, milord,” she said, voice honeyed with venom. “After all… what good is a nurse if she starves first?”

Radzig grinned. Pain and all, God help him, he was going to enjoy this.

---

Giving Ma the story she deserves! I'm still sick and stuck in bed 🤕 so here's another drabble.

[onydung]

Cloudy

Arthur Shelby x F!Reader 

Synopsis : Arthur married you on the basis of business but he can’t help but feel insecure as his new wife avoids his gaze.

Note : I don't drink and have never been in a relationship so im unqualified to write about it but whatever

Masterlist

GRAMMAR BAD, DON’T EAT ME!

Arthur’s drunk again. A celebration was held in honor of another company milestone at The Garrison this time with the entire Shelbys and Grays present along with their most loyal allies and employees. All was present except for you. 

You were supposed to be Tommy’s so-called ‘gift’ to Arthur. Another way to say he had done a deal with another family that needed their girl married to a man, just like the Lees. Except, Arthur deem himself not as lucky as his younger brother with his bride. You were unusually quiet, never even smiling at your own wedding. 

Deep down Arthur knew this would happen. His father always told him that all a woman's good for is to comfort men thus he never really tried to court any, only finding comfort in hired women. It bites him in the ass of course, seeing his younger brothers building a family with the women they love while he drinks and rots away at the pub. He was never really the smartest one of the siblings. 

On the night of the wedding he opt to getting drunk and banging other ladies at the reception. A part of him just wanted to let out steam but the other part wanted you to react but you never did. When the news hits you all you said to him was  ‘Good for you?” with a confused look on your face. He almost thought you were mad, what kind of reaction is that? It’s like you're treating him like a co-worker just having a normal conversation about what they did during the holiday. 

He could never get mad at you though, you kept his house tidy,cooked warm dinner when he got home, and never complained when he came home drunk or bloodied. Often times he would see you occupied in craft or reading only glancing at him when necessary. It hurts his pride to be ignored by his own wife but overtime he starts to treat your indifference as normal as he continues to visit brothels to try to mend his broken ego. 

Now he’s walking wobbly on the lonely streets back home to his stone faced wife. The dark skies are whirling all around his eyes and the pouring rain louder then usual assaults his ear drums. How many bottles of whiskey did he drink to get this drunk? He lost count, all he wants to do is to shut his eyes. 

When he arrives home it's already past midnight but the light from the windows are still bright. He opens the door seeing you reading a crimson covered book without lifting her eyes off the pages. 

“Y/N! You should pay attention when someone enters a room, we have enemies” slurring through his words he tries to get rid of his now soaking weighted coat. 

You arch your brows in question, “I know what your footsteps sounds like, if you were an intruder I would have shot you by now”. He huffs, thinking how typical for you to say that like you know everything. In his frustration, he aggressively tries to shake himself off his soaked clothes. His eyesight only seeing the pooling wet floor under him, thinking how typical of him to be  this foolish. 

A fuzzy towel ruffles his hair trying to dry it from the rain water. You had stood up to help him dry off, and undress him to his underwear. He’s too drunk to even freak out about being naked in front of her, just relieved to be separated from his soaked clothes. 

“C’mon I still have some warm water left” you hold his rough hands guiding him to the bathroom where a tub of warm water awaits.

“I was going to soak in it after I read in case you come home in the morning” you let him soak in the warmth of the water, as you began to lather his body with soap diligently covering every crevice of his body like you had done this multiple times before. 

“Why do you do this?” his voice low and rough 

Your brows arch again at the question, “What? Why wouldn’t I?”

He snapped his head towards her suddenly “Cause you hate me” his voice was weak and tired, his eyes were clouded almost like he wasn’t even looking at you. 

You can feel your heartbeat fasten. Arthur was well known to be an outgoing and loud person, seeing him be this quite worried you especially his eyes. Those eyes you see countless times when you would tend to your depressed and hateful father. 

After a couple seconds of them staring at each other, a splash broke your trance. 

“DO YOU PITY ME WOMEN?? IS THAT WHY YOU AVOID ME EYES? DO YOU SEE THE DEVIL IN ME TOO?”  his eyes widen in anger at you, his own self hatred consumes him as he stared back at your dumbfounded look 

Hoping Arthur didn’t see you finch at his sudden burst of sound, you take a deep breath before answering “I don’t hate you” your voice firm yet soft trying to convey your sincerity. 

Shame washes over him realizing he just yelled at the person who’s trying to help him. His eyes avert yours “Then why didn’t you smile at our wedding?” 

A sudden cold air struck your lungs as your own eyes widened. This marriage had been an unexpected thing in your life but you never hated it, so why DIDN’T you smile? Your rough hands wrapped around itself as you try to answer his question logically “This marriage is just a contract between our families. I didn’t see the need to look happy at a work event” 

A burst of laughter echoes through the room. “A work event ey? This is just work to you” you can feel the pain in his voice, despite being arranged to marry you he still hope to be a happy partner with you. 

Only now did you realize that you had been hurting his feelings. You thought you just had to do basic marital obligation for him, not once did you realize that you needed to put work onto your own feelings with him. 

“Forgive me Arthur. I’m…I’m what you call inept in these kinds of emotional things.” 

His hands wave at you dismissively “I don’t blame you luv. I’m not as smart or attractive as my brothers. I get it now” the water’s started to grow cold 

“I think your plenty smart and attractive Art plus your the first born” you slowly try to continue to wash him

“What does that have to do with anything?” his faces the wall, not wanting to look at you 

Being bold, you took his chin gently to face you “How did you figure they grow up to be so smart? Or healthy? Or attractive? Was it your dad who left you every night?”

HIs eyes widened at your words

“You were the one who worked with your Aunt to make sure your siblings can at get the education they need and put food at the dining table. You were the one who took the blame whenever your father came home drunk. You were the ones to look after your brothers back at the army so they can arrive safe back home.” your hands instinctively slither around his hands warming them as the water of the tub starts to grow cold. 

“I’m the oldest too” 

A silent understanding bloomed between you two. You helped him clean up and as he get dressed you cooked him a meal before bed. During that time you two go on through the routine without talking but with the air feels lighter than it did a day ago.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been avoiding your gaze Art” 

“I was being dramatic, I should have talked to you instead of getting drunk” his mind now a bit more clearer as he lay in the comfortable mattress 

“As long as your safe and honest with me I think I could excuse anything you do after all you are a Shelby I would have already ran away if I wasn’t prepared” 

“Is that why you avoid me all this time? So you don’t get hurt?”

“Part of it is yea but the other part is just I never really had any experience with a romantic partner before” you get in under the blanket with him 

He chuckled “That’s just a fancy way of saying your a virgin"

“I don’t want to hear that from someome who calls himself the devil like some hormonal teenager” as you try to wave him off and prepare to sleep he grabs your arm, forcing you to meet his gaze 

“Kiss me. Prove to me that your willing to try this thing and not just saying promises for the sake of it” frim and anticipating your reaction his once cloudy eyes are clear and bright 

You breathe in to compose yourself “Fine”  Hesitantly you close your eyes tight, pursing your lips like a goldfish as it finally makes contact with his own thin lips. When you lean back to see his reaction you see a mischievous smile like he finally got the upper hand on you. 

“What a prude!”

[galesdevoteewife]

#bg3weddingseason Masterlist

Tag a friend and challenge them to answer some (or all) of the prompts on this list. There are 31 prompts, so you can also use the prompts as a daily headcanon/art/fic challenge. Use the prompts however you like! If you want to share your stuff with a shared tag, you can use the tag #bg3weddingseason Original post from @mumms-the-word

♡ I am making this ASK GAME too!! Please feel free to drop any number in my ask box !! Additional questions are most welcome too !! ♡ Or I will just slowly fill up the unpicked numbers anyway muahhaha!!

✨Details✨

1. Wedding, or something else? - What do the characters think about weddings or marriages? If not a wedding, would they acknowledge their relationship in a different kind of ceremony?

2. Proposal - Who proposed to whom? Were there rings or other gifts involved?

3. Bachlor/Bachelorette parties? - Do the characters get a bachelor(ette) party before the big day? Does anything crazy happen?

4. Pre-Ceremony Events - Are there any special events, ceremonies, rituals, or preparations the couple must do before the wedding day? Ritual cleansing, asking a parent for the character's hand, mehndi/henna painting, little pre-ceremony games or challenges, etc?

5. Formal or informal affair? - Is the wedding elaborate and grand, or simple and sweet? Is it a tenday-long series of parties or is it a quick vow exchange in front of Withers?

6. Venue - Where is the ceremony and/or reception? Inside? Outside?

7. Timing - What time of year are they getting married? What time of day?

8. Traditions - What traditions are involved in the ceremony/reception? Is there a mix of traditions from either partner?

9. Decor - What kind of notable decor is there at the venue? Do they have something like an arch, a carpet aisle, fairy lights in the trees, or other elaborate decorations? Did they choose to decorate at all?

10. Flowers - What flowers or other natural elements do they have as part of their decoration, if any? Are these flowers significant?

11. Bouquet or no bouquet? - Does someone carry a bouquet, or do they choose to carry something else? Or do they walk down the aisle with nothing at all?

12. Music - Is there music at the ceremony or the reception? What kind of music? Do they hire an orchestra, band, or half-decent bard to serenade them?

13. Outfits - What is the married couple going to wear? Is there special significance in the outfit choices, colors, jewelry, etc?

14. Rings - What do their rings look like, if they choose to exchange any?

15. Vows and Unity Ceremonies - Does the couple exchange vows? Do they complete any kind of "unity" ceremony, like handfasting, planting a tree together, etc?

16. Wedding Party - Are there bridesmaids, groomsmen, attendants, special witnesses? Are they dressed a certain way or positioned in a special spot?

17. Going Down the Aisle - Does anyone escort the character walking down the aisle? Do they go alone?

18. I Now Pronounce You... - Do your characters change their last names, keep their last names, arrange for a specific kind of name? For example, "Mr. and Mr. Dekarios" or "Lord and Lady Ravengard-Cliffgate"?

19. Guests - Who else is there? Are there any special details about how the guests are arranged, what they are wearing, or what they are doing?

20. Food - What kind of food and drink is being served at the reception? Is there a lush feast or simple fare? Is there a wedding cake or some other kind of traditional wedding food?

21. Dancing - Is there any dancing? Elegant waltzes or all-out party-hard tavern music dance parties?

22. Ending the Night - How does the reception end? Is there a big send-off, or does everyone quietly fade out as the night turns into dawn?

23. Honeymoon - Does the couple take a honeymoon anywhere?

✨Specific Moments✨

24. The Night Before - Write about the night before the wedding. Are your characters nervous? Excited? Do they see their partner or keep away?

25. Getting Ready - Who helps your characters get ready? Are there any sweet, funny, bittersweet, or adorable moments that happen?

26. The First Look - Write about the moment when your married couple sees each other in their wedding outfits for the first time.

27. Ceremony - Write the scene where they exchange vows, complete a unity ceremony, exchange rings, or etc.

28. First Dance - Does your couple have a first dance? What is that like for them?

29. Private Moments - Every couple needs a private moment away from the big day. When does your couple escape the festivities, before, during, or after the ceremony/reception, to have a private, quiet (or perhaps not so quiet) moment?

30. Reception - Does anything specific happen at the reception? Drama, a sweet moment with a parent or other companions, cake-smashing, games, a surprise?

31. First Night, Morning After - Write a specific moment or detail about their first night together as a wedded couple, and/or what it is like for them to wake up the next morning as a wedded couple.

Ahhhh sweeeet summer time project!! I am so exciteeeddd!!! Thank you @fantasyfictionfables for tagging me and @mumms-the-word for creating the wonderful detail prompts!!! Also, open tag, as always! please consider yourself tagged by me if you'd like to play!! ♡♡♡♡

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: I just finished the TokRev manga and hoh my gawd. So fucking good.

18+ MDNI UNDER THE CUT, PLEASE 18+

C/W ::: F.reader (engaged) x Photographer Hanma, cheating, like, purposeful, sneaking off to do it shit, F->M oral, P->V unprotected sex, taking pics during sex. Scummy bride doing scummy/yummy things with Hanma.

PART II

PART I (Thank you, Kaz!)

FreelancePhotographer!Hanma

You hire him to take pictures of your bachelorette party with all your girls.

You get some amazing shots of the girls posing together and some even more risqué ones of you on your own.

Hanma is trying to be respectful and professional throughout the evening. And even when he's flirting with you, even when you catch him sneaking a few shots of your fat ass in that skimpy dress, you don't do anything but give him your most provocative cat-got-the-canary-grin.

You're (not so) secretly hoping he'll keep those for his own private use.

Despite the smutty nature of some of the photos, they're incredibly beautiful.

He pulls you to the side to go over some of them with you so he can "move things around on his memory drive to be able to take more pictures."

You two go to the back room of the rented out restaurant and he opens up his laptop to show you what he's got so far and show you a few that he thinks aren't up to par that he tells you he wants to delete.

And that's when you see them.

The ones of you.

You look amazing in those photos. Your body looks so sexy and your confidence is shining through.

But it's the ones of you alone that have you drooling. You're not even posing, but you're standing in such a way that it shows off your curves, your legs, and your ass. And Hanma captured it all perfectly.

As you two go through the pictures, he keeps telling you how gorgeous you look and how he couldn't believe his luck to be able to capture you in such a natural way.

You blush and flirt with him as you compliment him on his photography skills.

Then, he shows you one of you where you're bending over the table in the back room, sticking your ass out in a way that makes you look and feel like a model.

And that's when you realize it's time to tip him.

You ask him if he likes photographing you and he says he loves it.

You grin and start to slowly unzip your dress, telling him that you think he should take a few more of you.

He agrees, saying that he would love to take some "private shots" of you.

As your dress falls to the floor, you turn around to face him in nothing but your panties. He takes a few more shots of you before you drop down to your knees in front of him.

You unbutton his pants and pull out his already hard and leaky cock, wrapping your lips around it and taking it deep into your mouth.

Hanma moans as he keeps taking pictures of you sucking his cock, even as he starts to thrust into your mouth.

He pulls out and grabs you by the hair, pushing you onto the chaise as he positions himself between your legs.

He reaches down and rubs his fingers against your pussy, making you moan as he slips two fingers inside you.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he thrusts his cock into your pussy.

Hanma fucks you hard and fast, taking pictures of where the two of you connect as he does.

You can feel yourself getting close to cumming, and as you start to moan and arch your back, he pulls out his cellphone and covers your pudgy little stomach with his cum.

The flash from his phone is blinding you as you lay there on the lounge. You can feel his cum dripping down your tummy, onto your cunt, and you smile as you realize he got the perfect shot.

You don't know if you'll ever see these photos again, but you hope that Hanma keeps them for himself.

You hired him to take pictures of your bachelorette party with all your girls and he did a fucking amazing job.

So good, in fact, that you've already booked him for your wedding.

Taglist ::: @kazutora-kurokawa @arlerts-angel @darkstarlight82 @viburnt @katkitkats

[larryatendoftheday]

This year I craved stories that transported me somewhere else. So in addition to my usual weakness for angst, I sought out fics with surprising plots and excellent world-building. These were the ones that really stuck with me. Thank you to these creators and to everyone who shares art or writing or creates fic rec lists. You have been and will continue to be a fantastic gift to so many. Thank you <3

Note: The fics in this list were published in many different years. They are not in a particular order. The main pairing is Louis/Harry unless otherwise noted.

Party Lines by nonsensedarling @absoloutenonsense Explicit | 25k | Phone Sex Operator

Several of my all time favorite fics are phone sex operator AUs, and this fic is an iconic addition because Louis isn’t even actually a phone sex operator. He’s pretending, and he gets attached. Full of sexy, sweet, and funny dialogue and the appropriate amount of suffering and uncertainty, this fic will transport you to an excellent alternate universe.

War Of Hearts by BoosBabycakes @boosbabycakes28 Explicit | 80 k | Enemies to Lovers / Non-traditional ABO

I live for a well-executed enemies to lovers arc, and this is it. Believable, sweet, funny, angsty, and oh so satisfying to read. Alpha Harry doesn’t fit his gender’s stereotypes, especially in private. His arch-nemesis Louis knocks on his dorm-room door in the middle of a pampering self-care night and sees the side of Harry that he keeps hidden. What follows is a fantastic gAyBO story about repressing, exploring, and accepting your true self. There is a strong cast of OT5 and related people that keep you laughing and believing. Honestly, I need to re-read this right now.

Men of Steel, Men of Power by Stria (Asia117) @nooradeservedbetter Explicit | 58k | Political Revolution / ABO

Get ready to be absolutely consumed by this parallel universe and the angst-ridden reality of Louis, pretend alpha and head of security, and Harry, feminine alpha and new-hire. There is enjoyable intrigue, mystery, crying, sex, political philosophizing, and some spy movie shit as Louis attempts to right wrongs and push back against those in power. OT5 pop up in surprising and satisfying ways. However, perhaps most notable to me was the attention to detail in how Louis deals with pretending to be a gender he is not. (Perhaps don’t read while in your gender dysphoria feels but do read to feel seen.)

what's left of my halo's black by LiveLaughLoveLarry @loveislarryislove Explicit | 22k | Friends with Benefits / Angst

If you love pain, this fic is for you. A heartbroken and emotionally damaged Louis manages his problems—such as being a wedding planner and the impact of his abusive ex--by secretly fucking his coworker Harry. It turns out this doesn’t actually solve his problems, though, and new issues emerge from what was supposed to be a simple friends-with-benefits arrangement.

turn me up by turnyourankle  Explicit | 3k | Hanky Code PWP | Louis/Luke Malak

I found this while searching for @1dhankyfest content, and I love it. There’s something about unabashed gay sex culture that revives my soul.

Paint Me In A Million Dreams by green_feelings @greenfeelings Mature | 112k | Fake Dating / Enemies to Lovers

Hollywood actor Harry Styles is gutted when the man he can’t stand gets the Scorsese role he wanted. It gets worse when their teams conspire to set them up in a fake relationship to promote the film. I read this fic in the first days of 2023, so the details are a bit blurry in my memory. I know I loved the enemies to lovers arc, the strong Ziam subplot, and Harry obsessing over his unavailable crush (which isn’t Louis). In my comment, I wrote, “My heart absolutely ached with the pining and angst, and the sexual tension was so palpable.”

Gonna Dream of How You ... by therogueskimo Explicit | 4k | PWP / Canon-compliant

This canon-based fic was so steamy and tender. Photos of Louis performing in a tanktop get Harry going. What follows is some long-distance edging and fun. It features soft Dom Louis and desperate Harry and just really hits all the right notes in my opinion.

Almost Misheard by tommokat @tommokat Teen and Up | 4k | Friends to Lovers / ABO

This is a comfort fic. It’s got hilarious fluff about best friends who realize what their inner alpha and omega knew all along. (The rest of the gang might be in on the secret too.) I’m almost amazed by fics that manage to pull me in with believable characters and storylines without any angst, and this one delivers on every front. You’ll be grinning the whole time.

Coax the Cold by MediaWhore @mediawhorefics Mature | 86k | Mermaid / Historical AU

Professor Tomlinson is fascinated by the occult. When a circus advertises a unique sea creature, he decides to go undercover as a janitor to get close. He plans to write the paper that will finally prove he was right about the existence of fantastical creatures. This author expertly builds the world of this fic – 1800s Britain, academia, and freak shows. I loved the believable cast of characters (OT5 and more!) and the stakes that are set, including the horrid antagonists.

fondre ton absence by scrunchyharry @scrunchyharry Teen and Up| 41k | Amnesia / Historical AU

Harry and Louis childhood best friends who grew up and discovered love together in a quiet village. Harry manages asthma and chronic illness that often leaves him homebound with his books, but Louis always keeps him company. Their simple life is turned upside down when Louis is drafted in WWI and does not return home. Then, when Harry finally finds him, Louis doesn’t remember anything. This story was a tearjerker but so beautifully written. I adored that portions of the story were told in letters and that Harry often referred to literary works. Bonus: This fic has amazing visuals by whenthebodiesspeak.

be a good boy, Harry by stretchmybones Explicit | 1k | PWP / Pet play

Harry wants to play, but Louis is busy watching football, so he asks Harry to wait. I haven’t stopped thinking about this domestic and sexy little slice of life since I read it in January of 2023. My comment said “simple and perfect,” and I still agree.

The Heart's Home by homosociallyyours @homosociallyyours Teen and Up | 10k | Squiddry

Someone wrote the Music for a Sushi Restaurant fic of my dreams. Half-man, half-squid, with the voice of an angel, Harry is quite the catch. Louis, an exhausted and lonely restaurant employee, is tasked with keeping an eye on the special find. This story was so entertaining and sweet. It filled me up with good vibes and left me happier than I started.  

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I always include my favorite fic that I published that year at the end of these lists. I didn’t publish much, but I really enjoyed this one.

In His Rightful Place by larryatendoftheday @larryatendoftheday Explicit | 2.7k | PWP

Harry reunites with Louis and gets to reclaim his role as the person who fucks his boyfriend best.

[cybershock24601]

Venture Bros au Rookanis just has something special to it because Lucanis is definitely the one dropping Rook off at work every day (everyone pretty much agrees Rook should not be allowed behind the wheel of a car ever) dressed in a button down shirt, pressed slacks, and a sweater he knitted himself, exchanges a quick kiss and a goodbye with Rook and almost always has to remind her to grab the home cooked lunch he made for her, and then driving off. Then depending on what his work schedule is, shows up 3 to 5 hours later dressed in an elaborate crow themed costume to arch Emmrich.

Usual routine is Lucanis and Davrin fight a bit (it's an excellent work out for them both), Henchman 23 also known as Taash ends up essentially just play wrestling with Assan, and Rook's in the background cheering on - and making risque comments about - her man ("why are you cheering for the bad guy, Rook?!" "you can't honestly expect me not to cheer for my fiance. be reasonable, Davrin"). It's a very different arching experience than what Lucanis usually does but he just got tired of having to hire new guys every time Davrin and Assan would tear through them so he might as well just bring his best minion, do a little song and dance and call it a day.

It stays like that up until Rook and Lucanis' wedding that gets ruined because Illario decided that this would be the perfect time to reveal he turned coat to work with the Peril Partnership and launch a surprise attack against all the unarmed (a truce was called for the wedding) Guild, OSI, and supers in attendance. And also just because he wanted to ruin rookanis' wedding because of very canon derivative reasons with Lucanis and because Illario and Rook just do not get along.

The incident pushes Lucanis to the point of quitting and he ends up working as a freelance assassin for the OSI and is so much happier doing simple, straightforward wet work rather than all that showy supervillain crap. Don't get me long, Lucanis still has a flare for the dramatic but now it's because he wants to rather than because he has to which makes all the difference.

Rook and Lucanis also end up moving into Emmrich's manor with him, Bellara, and Davrin because since Illario is no longer part of the Guild, Guild regulations no long apply to him which means there is nothing stopping him from arching Rook despite her being classified as Emmrich's sidekick and their apartment got trashed and the manor is already well equipped to deal with super villain attacks. (Taash also ends up crashing on Emmrich's couch because they're just not sure what to do with themselves anymore now that they're not a henchman)

Illario's decision to arch Rook is two fold. Reason 1 being he and Rook have always had issues even before the wedding incident and now they pretty much outright hate each other. Reason 2 is because bothering Rook bothers Lucanis way more than actually attempting to arch Lucanis would. It's a win - win for Illario. Well, except for the part where Illario and Hezenkoss (both very big and dramatic personalities) keep overlapping their arching attempts and have egos too big to even think about teaming up or even coordinate arching times so instead they keep ruining each other's plans.

[fallincloversims]

Josie’s nerves finally settled as she watched the ceremony, and as the new Mr and Mrs Pendleton walked away from the wedding arch hand in hand, she realised that maybe she should try to enjoy herself. It was so rare that they made it out of Chestnut Ridge, after all. She should let her hair down.

Morgan: Y’know Livi hired some nannies, right? There’s a kids’ area upstairs.

Josie: Really?! Mmm, I don’t know…

Morgan: Oh please, they’ll be fine! How often do you get a free babysitter and an open bar? Indi and Beau are already there so it’s not like they’ll be with strangers.

Josie: I guess…

[spot-of-tea]

Fics and ongoing works

Here is a current list of ongoing works that I'm currently working on.

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There's Something Wrong With Iggy Dragneel (TSWWID)

The youngest member of the Dragneel-Heartfilia family has always been a little bit... different. His looks leave some on edge while his taste in magic can be downright concerning. No one but his family really knows where he gets it from.

So when an old ghost appears, Iggy is the one that gets caught in the middle of old family drama.

Here is the masterpost for all the families

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The Dragneel Family Shenanigans (TDFS)

A man makes a last minute change of plans and hires Fairytail to look after his most prized artifact. In doing so he alters the entire course of history, unleashing something that cannot be contained.

Here's a link to the masterpost with all the fics

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One-shots and other works

So This Is What Home Feels Like (complete)

It is a, somewhat, quiet day in the guild leading Makarov to reflect on how the guild's resident arsonist joined them.

I see my future in your eyes (complete)

Lucy normally likes weddings, don't get her wrong. She should be thrilled to celebrate her best friends wedding with her right? right?! So why does she feel like the only person not having fun right now.

It's Raining, It's Pouring (complete)

Gray makes a series of terrible decisions that culminate in a job gone very, very wrong. He's just lucky someone was there to keep an eye on him.

Slayer's Week 2024 (complete)

A collection of writings for slayer's week. Featuring a different dragon slayer for each prompt

Febuwhump 2025 (complete)

This whole series, while part of a writing event, will have an over-arching storyline centred around Zeref and him coming to terms with his curse and ultimately becoming the monster we all know and love.

If any of the links don't work or don't send you to the right place just let me know so I can fix it.