#wedding dress wheelchair

[reshinless]

❝ 𝐜𝐮𝐳 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 ❞ hsr x reader 𓆩 𓇼 𓆪

pairings. dan heng, caelus, sampo, welt yang, gepard, blade, jing yuan, luocha x gn!reader

a/n: i miss getting silly little reuqests like this . send me requests guys (if u snet a req b4 its not in the swag askbox anym sighhh), reupload from old blog!!

warnings:oh no SEX AND NSFW AAAHHH, breeding kink caelus, jing yuan, and blade, bc yes!!. kinda bdsm w blade, praise kink w jing yuan, degrading kink w blade, kinda sadist sampo, belly bulge 👍👍, fingering BUT NOT IMPLIED FEM READER 🤬🤬

dan heng is more than happy to be yours, legally, and to be the man to put a ring on your finger. has waited his whole life for this moment, to see you walk down the aisle and everything. and nothing more than finally carrying you in his arms to the bedroom of your newly built house. but having your hands pinned to the bedframe, as his cock is so brutally penetrating your hole, and he can't help but praise you for being such a good pet and taking all of him in you. the endless thrusts you felt that kept coming, and your hole so easy to work himself in and out from all the cum from the rounds that happened hours ago, it felt so endless in your mind, but dan heng couldn't help but indulge himself into you, because you're finally his, and he's finally yours. more under the cut.

caelus thought he was foreign to this kind of stuff, like no one would ever would love him like that back. but he's here now, and you are too. picks you up bridal style on the way up stairs, ripping your wedding dress off. (not rly, just takes it off you, but lets just say he did) all he wants is to literally fill your precious hole up with his seed :(( can't help but go another round, because his stamina was just too much for you to handle, but all it did was turn him on more! the way his cock made such a cute mark on your tummy.. he couldn't help but cum at the sight of how your poor hole will remember the shape of his cock, and his alone.

sampo..? i'm surprised someone actually married him, anyways! kind of rough with it honestly, still type of guy to just ravage himself in you. taking his sweet time, especially when you were so close.<3 your expression, and the way you were just whimpering, and begging for him to just harshly thrust into you to finish it up. all he could say was "i wanna make this night extra memorable for you, and me~!", wants to be begging for his cock to just shoot his warm seed into you already.

welt yang.. all i gotta say is that he's overjoyed, over the moon that he got married to someone as amazing, stunning, to be his world, his everything, the person he'd start a family with. but before all of that, ever since you both started your relationship, he promised himself, that on the night of your marriage, that's when he'd give you the time of your life. a time where you'll always remember. remember the way his huge cock would just be so rough with you aa, just wants you to get every drop of his cum till your belly bulge that he put inside you is so full of his seed, or that your hole will always remember the shape of his dick muahahahshhdkfjvi

gepard my man! already planned it out, knows exactly how the night will go, maybe.. but whatever happens tonight will be according to a plan. probably saved his virginity for this moment, he.. he's tried reading about it, just lets the night go as it is... i guess.. but dear god he really did not hold back, as soon as you gave the go sin that he could go as rough as he wanted, bro wouldn't hesitate AT ALL. just wants to see you so full of his cum it hurts mfmfjfjfjfn. he's jerked off to this moment before too, and the way you just take all of him in, he loves ot so muchh! will breed you like crazy, no joke, even if you're a guy, bro will say he's gonna get you pregnant. anyways, he'll be soft and gentle w u in bed if you want, but if u ever say to go faster, good luck in that wheelchair next day ‼️‼️

blade?!? getting married?!? damn!! very rough, lowkey forgets about you when he's at his climax. but he didn't really plan for it, just let the night play out. oh i have to say this but silver wolf is the flowergirl, kafka is maid of honor, and nanook walks him down the aile. anyways, bro doesn't hesitate to just absolutely breed you, be honest cause i know this man wants kids. and you will have them, don't give a fuck if you a man, he will breed yo ass. licks up the excess seed that didn't, or couldn't fit in your hole that was already so full of his seed. thank you 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥‼️

jing yuan!! oo he is probably the same as gepard, will plan it out, but probably won't go to plan at all. and probably has read smutty books too, just in case. and wow that really helped because just as long as you ask bro to go faster, he will non stop breed you 'till you have like 3 generations of heirs for him. jokes aside, but he would breed you so bad. just needs to see your hole so full of him that it's too much, and won't fit anymore! probably makes you sit on his face once or thrice after all those rounds of pounding you too ;3

luocha.. hmm, if you think about it really hard, lowkey dislikes the idea of sex at the wedding night, but we do not think about it really hard, he does it anyway!! he is the type to know all your spots, all the right places to make you cream on his cock over and over again, cuz bro is a doctor. and would finger you like crazy while making out before the actual intimacy. bro is so careful with you like you are as fragile as glass. his kink is just your whole body. everything about you, your curves, your thighs, your neck, he wants everything, and thats why he'd do it on the wedding night of his!!!

for america i say for AMERICA!!!! (i dont live in the us anym)

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[abiatackerman]

The days we've waited for

Event: @levievent "Levi Month 24"

🤍Day 19: Post-war: Marriage🤍

Canon universe! Postwar Levi Ackerman X Reader! Slight Angst! Fluff! Cozy wedding! Sweet Romance! 1K Words!

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People say "Good days always come after the bad ones" but Levi never believed it. From his birth until the "War of Heaven and Earth", his life was mostly bad.... No, "bad" is not the right word to express the days. He should use "traumatising, painful, terrifying" because they sound more appropriate. All he experienced was cruelty, all he saw was his comrades friends and family dying.....

But it seems like people were right after all....

He sighs looking at the mirror in front of him. He's wearing nothing but a casual black suit with a casual shirt. Casual shoes, pants and as usual his cravat. You insisted on it.... You didn't want Levi to wear anything which would make him feel uncomfortable.

Right.... It's you after all who's probably the only person in this world who cares about his "comforts".

And today is the day he's getting married to you....

To the woman he only loved, to the woman who supported him throughout his whole cruel life.

He sighs and rolls the wheel of his chair to move it where he kept "The" box. "The" box where he gathered all of his comrades (as much as he could) badges. He rumbles through the box trying to find out the badges written Erwin and Hange's names behind them.

He still remembers how annoyed he was with Erwin for putting you in his squad, how pissed he used to get whenever Hange would ship you two.

But now, he wishes he could thank them properly. He wishes he could see Erwin's gentle chuckle and hear Hange's loud yapping....

They would have felt so happy if they could have attended this marriage. Hange probably would have cheered so loudly that all the guests would have felt annoyed by her screaming.

He caresses the badges and puts them in his pocket. He smiles a little.

He will now feel that Hange and Erwin are just with him. Along with Furlan and Isabel. Also his mother since his cravat is made of her clothes.....

He moves his wheelchair towards the door and sees Armin opening it.

"Oh captain, you're ready? Everyone's waiting."

He says gently as he starts to guide Levi's wheelchair to the aisle. He's gonna be Levi's main man at this ceremony. You suggested it, knowing he sees Erwin in Armin, and he will never deny it.

Armin stops and places Levi's chair on the stage where the priest is waiting. He smiles gently at Levi and Levi nods. He looks around and his face softens noticing the whole arrangement. Everything is white, decorated with flowers only. Simple and gentle like it's nothing special but still there's a vibe which can calm everyone's nerves down.

The brats worked hard.

He was about to thank Armin but stops as one of your friends starts to play violin. Just like Levi you wanted this marriage to be cozy and simple. Not too many people, just you and him, and both of your loved ones. But that's not what Levi is thinking about.

His mind goes blank as he sees you in the white dress. In your wedding dress. Nothing too gorgeous but you're looking like an angel in it. The flower crown on your head just makes you look prettier. As soon as you see him you smile widely like a kid and Levi can't help but chuckles too.

He thought you would leave him. No, he wanted you to leave him. You are beautiful, physically capable and a woman who deserves someone better than him. He kinda feared you're gonna leave him but to his surprise you yourself proposed to him, saying you want to spend your whole life annoying him, spending time with him.

He takes a deep breath as you release your dad's hand and walk towards Levi. Gabi hands you Levi's ring and Falco hands Levi yours. As the priest asks if he's willing to take you as his wife he vulnerably answers yes but your response was so fast and immediate like you couldn't wait anymore. Everyone laughed.

As the priest addressed you both husband and wife and you two change your rings. You immediately sit on Levi's lap, cup his face and kiss him as gently as possible. Finally losing your emotions you start to cry like a baby and Levi's eyes start to tear up too.

"Shut up, doll. You're making it look like I've forced you to do this. You're making me look like a bad person."

He says in a soft voice and pats your back as you sob.

"I'm just so happy! Can you imagine? No more fighting, no more sacrifices, no more deaths, no more life risks. Everything from now on is me and you! Us! I can't believe it!!!!!"

You hug him still sitting on his lap and buries his face in your hair. Sighing contently he speaks softly.

"Shouldn't we cut the cake? Everyone's waiting. And it's already weird that the bridegroom is in a wheelchair, don't make it weirder by keep crying and sitting on this damn wheelchair during your whole marriage day."

Levi says teasingly and you smile slyly and lean towards him more to whisper in his ears.

"We will make love in this damn chair tonight! And no, I won't hear any excuses. I'm your wife form now on so you'll have to listen to me."

You say smugly and stand up as everyone starts to calp with soft smiles on their faces.

"Who's gonna clean up the messes?"

He asks, squeezing your hand and looking at the crowd.

"Me. Don't worry I'll treat you like a princess from now on just like you used to treat me. I'll make you happy just like you will make me happy too."

Seriously, life can't get any better.....

[hungharrington]

Wedding planning!steve would be his sassiest form I fear </3

oh my god wedding planning!steve… he’s constantly standing with his hands on his hips, eyes narrowed, bitchily staring as he tries to figure out what’s wrong with the table set-up— he politely takes over half of the jobs because he knows how you’d both like things done even tho you guys literally hired a person for those things lol like he juggles the seating plan for a whole month, trying to get it perfect because dustin can’t sit too close to eddie or they’ll get into cahoots but they need to be at the same table and max needs to be close to the wheelchair entrance and he just wants it to be perfect! and you guys go to at least FIVE different cake tastings because “we wanna make sure we get the best one, babe!” but you can tell he’s just really enjoying doing all the fiancé activities over and over- and when you like, sorta nervously ask him to promise not to smash the cake in your face because you’ve seen it happen countless times he’s all doe-eyed like “honey i would never- i don’t even want to do that to you oh my god, of course i promise not to,” and he’s so attentive with helping pick out the bridesmaids dresses even though you guys just get a lil tipsy on the champagne at the shop and he gets a little misty-eyed and you’re like “steve? what’s wrong?” and he’s like hiding his face in his hands all blushy from the alcohol and smiles giddily, “i’m so just excited to marry you,” and you have to force yourself not to have a silly makeout right then and there. he makes a thousand “can you believe they said yes?” jokes but in an utterly adoring way to every different planner involved and he’s somehow so sassy and yet so unbelievably sincere about how much he cares about the whole thing :’)

[m-jelly]

Hello author. If you allow me, I have an idea for a fanfic. It will tell the story of the post-war wedding of Levi and the readers. You will do the details, descriptions of the beauty and colorfulness of the wedding perfectly. But the main feature of the wedding is that among the guests there will be ghosts of deceased scouts. They watch the wedding and rejoice for them.I've been dreaming about this kind of fanfiction or fanart for a long time, ever since the end of the manga. My English is bad

A magical day

Levi x fem!reader

Canon world, romance, marriage, wedding, mention of ghosts, fluff.

It's wedding day. You and Levi enjoy a blissful day as you finally marry each other. While you enjoy a sweet moment together after officially marrying, Levi sees all his friends and loved ones watching him.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a

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The wedding was a simple event with only a small number of guests. When it came to attention, you and Levi didn't like it. So, something small and simple was set up for the two of you. You both wanted something small and intimate with each other.

You'd chosen the perfect spot together, it was a large field with views of the lake and vast forests. White seats were lined up with a path made of flowers. At the end of the flowers was an archway made of wild and simple flowers.

Everything set up reflected the two of you so perfectly, the two of you were just simple people deeply in love. Not many people had been invited to the event, mainly because there weren't many people the two of you knew, but you preferred the small event.

Levi sat in his wheelchair as his heart throbbed in his chest. To say he was nervous was an understatement. Even though Levi knew you loved him with everything in you, he was still nervous that you wouldn't turn up.

As soon as the music played he gazed down the path to see you smiling in your gorgeous white dress moving closer. He was so excited when you walked closer to him with a bright smile. Desire filled him causing him to rise to his feet. He stumbled up and then limped towards you.

You hurried closer to Levi. "Levi."

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. "Mine."

You giggled and hugged Levi tightly. "Mine." You pulled back and cupped his face. "Are you okay? Is your leg hurting?"

"I'm okay. I just had to meet you."

You carefully walked him back to his chair. "Sit, my love."

He sat down and huffed. "You worry too much about me."

You took a seat next to him and hugged his arm. "Always. It's because I love you."

He hummed a light laugh and enjoyed how relaxed the wedding was. He leaned over a moment and kissed your cheek. "I love you so much. You showed me how beautiful life can be. I had little regard for my own worth, but you made me feel like I'm worth a fortune."

"Levi, you're worth more than anything in this world."

He tapped his forehead against yours. "You are the most precious thing in this entire world."

The two of you cuddled up as the ceremony continued. As soon as Levi was given permission to kiss you, his lips were on yours. He wanted to marry you the moment he knew he was in love with you. He rose to his feet and stood before you and kissed you once more.

He held you against him and looked at the crowd. It warmed his heart to see people still cared about the two of you, but then something changed. At first, he thought there was something in his eyes, but then the vision became much clearer and standing among your guests were people he never thought he would see again.

It started with a few of the cadets he'd lost and a few people he had worked with in the past. Next to appear were the vets he was close to, the last of those vets was Erwin. Furlan and Isabel had the biggest grins on their faces as they seemed much closer to you and Levi. Finally, Kuchel stood there with tears in her eyes looking so proud of her son.

"Levi?"

He gulped hard as you called for him. "Yes?"

You rubbed his chest. "Are you okay?"

He pulled his gaze away from his old friends and family to look at you, his new family. "I'm perfect because I have you." He looked back to see they were all there still. "I see them, all of them."

You kissed Levi's cheek. "I know they're proud of you."

He leaned and kissed you. "And they think you're incredibly beautiful."

You giggled. "And they think you look handsome."

He tapped his forehead against yours. "It makes me happy to see my old family, but I have my new family right in front of me."

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

i’ve never requested anything from anyone so i’m a lil nervy butttt…

i’d love a relationship arc with the one and only soap! i love him and his lil mohawk! like he’s stationed wherever and he meets then falls in love with a native citizen who works closely with the military and their relationship from when they first meet to first date to first kid to marriage (100% doesn’t need to be in that order btw)

everything you come up with is 🤌 so i know it’ll be good!🤍🤍

—Life Snaps By In Flashes

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╰┈➤ ❝ [A collection of memories from the second he laid eyes on you. All flashing past in the soft buzzing of the overhead lights.] ❞

It was by some dumb luck that he’d locked eyes with you that day, decades ago now, but he carries that memory with him like a dog with a bone. Stuck under the glow of the overhead lights, Soap calls them all forward—the good, the bad, the moments of peaceful nothing. 

It had been on an OP, out in the field on surveillance for another threat. You had served him a coffee at a cafe, given that kind smile, and he had been gone far before he had been called to move in. Johnny was surprised at how fast it had happened, but he had always been easy to gather affection from, truthfully. 

And when he had found out that you were an informant? Beautiful, smart, and reliable? He had half stuttered his way through a fake confident question for your number, and you had happily agreed with a smirk. You told him it was because of his honesty—the intentions clear on his face from the moment you’d walked through the door of the military base, written intel under your left arm and a recorder in your right palm. 

He thought you were perfect from only one glance, and he had never thought otherwise. 

Of course, there were fights, and disagreements about the job and the safety of each other. That was fair—it was natural. That was life, and what would the purpose be unless to prove that the two of you loved with all of your souls? 

The first date was common, nothing fancy—a nice, casual supper at a restaurant that would be frequented far into your older years. Everyone there would end up knowing your names, the owner himself being invited to your wedding. 

Oh, the wedding. Johnny can call that forward as easily as air. Or, at least, as easily as air used to come to him.

You, in that dress, staring at him and walking down that aisle. Everything else had blurred that day, and all he could care about was how you looked at him—standing just ahead with your hands in his shaky ones; his lips quivering as he pushed out a shocked laugh.

“You look…amazing, Bonnie. Lord, you’re just perfect.” You had laughed at his hushed whisper above the muttering of the officiant, eyes glassy. Johnny had tried to stifle his hoarse inhales as you called him handsome right back. 

From then came the next journey—kids. Many of them. Johnny had as big of a family as he and you had always wanted; adventures and hardships. Football games and music shows, painting exhibits, and movie nights where everyone was snuggled together. His blue eyes staring at you over the heads of your brood. 

Every night he would thank you for it. Every night.

The years drew and drew, retirement and the kids going off to Uni—leaving and getting married themselves. Wrinkles. Graying hair.

Until here. 

Until muscles broke down and you needed a wheelchair, Johnny a cane. Until the kids had thought it better to make his office into an at-home care room for the two of you—a live-in nurse down the hall.

The kids had visited yesterday with their own little ones. The older ones had known, of course, just by looking. Smart devils, Johnny had called them when they were just tiny things. And they were. 

You and him had raised some damn smart little devils.  

Johnny had snuck into your room tonight, his heart hurting him and his mind understanding. He slipped into your bed and you both shared it one last time as you weakly kissed his pale cheek, him nuzzling his head into yours and muttering a low ‘I love you’.

You had passed not three minutes ago.

As he always had been, Johnny was loathed to leave you waiting for him. So here, with those overhead lights, he lets his eyes dip closed, and he swears that a soft hand brushes his cheek, calling him home. 

Outside, the crickets creek, and the stars blink. The wind slips through the curtains of the open window, swaying them in a dance only they know.

Johnny does as he always did before he fell asleep, and it came as easy as letting that final breath go.

“...Thank you.”

[mysticfics0]

Day 2 Public Sex!!!

Synopsis: The two of you were out at a party and when rubbing your clit from under your dress wasn’t enough you two would have a wild time in the washroom 

Warnings: Public sex (duh), penetration, cream pie, oral sex, clit play, smut

MINORS DNI!!!

Most people thought of your husband Hiromi  would be a pretty controlled man. But oh how wrong they were.

If only they could see how he was fucking you against the sink in the wheelchair access washroom, his cock kissing your cervix with every deep thrust. Your mouth gagged by the very underwear you’d used to tease him.

How’d you get here you might ask? Well tonight was the wedding of your sister. A grand event being held in a fancy hotel where everyone was staying too. After the ceremony came the reception where the bar was amazing. You were almost immediately drunk. 

But because of that you were also teasing Hiromi. Sitting in his lap all pretty while grinding so no one else could tell, flirting with the bartender and even flashing your panties. While you drank another drink at a table with two of your friends and Hiromi. Hiromi played with your clit under the table. Until you whispered in his ear “Bet you’re too much of a pussy to put a finger in.”

Hiromi excused you two and you headed to the washroom, god was this good feeling. He wasn’t even rushing. First teasing, then eating and finally actual penetration. Not a single step missed. And now he pushed your face up against the mirror while he rammed into you.

Like he was trying to prove a point. “Gonna put a baby in this belly” he’d said as he finally blew his load deep into your womb after he’d brought you to many orgasms. Boy did you love your husband and boy did he love you. “I hope it’s a girl” left your lips.

A bit better than yesterday but still not my best work! :(

[lisaloutwo]

The idea of going to a mobility scooter fitting. Imagine crossing the immobility boundary and being rewarded with a personalized scooter. Sitting in a test seat to see if your shelf ass is supported, make sure it’s wide enough to allow your thighs to swell with more intoxicating fat. Make sure your belly has enough clearance for the handles to drive around. The salesperson asking what kind of suspension do you need as a growing girl. Choosing a color to express yourself. Making sure it has snack and drink storage so when you are out you are never hungry or thirsty. Ensuring it’s not too high off the ground so you can step onto it. Imagine having a stand up assist like a recliner so your bloated body can get up without help or be transferred to a wheelchair. It could be an event like a wedding dress. Taking some friends and family to the meeting to see your blob self be weighed measured and tended to as you submission to feedism becomes whole.

I love this so much, unbelievably hot

[chiefdirector]

Ghosts | Charles Xavier | X-Men

No.25: “why didn’t you save me?”

There was many things wrong with the scene in front of Charles but three stood out to him the most.

First being that he and Erik were in the same vicinity and were not actively trying to bring each other to ruin. It had been a long time since they had been together amicably, if the circumstance had been different, Charles may have even enjoyed this change in dynamic.

Second was that he could feel his legs. He could feel the ground under his feet and his hand brush his thigh. He could walk through the sandy beach away from Erik and towards the figure in the distance. He could stretch, and run, and be free from the confines of his wheelchair. This he did allow himself to enjoy. It had been so long since he had felt such freedom so he allowed himself the pleasure to walk towards the figure despite the fact that they faced away from him.

It was this figure that broke the illusion for him. In his mind he could justify him and Erik getting along, despite their history together, Charles could see a day in the very, very distant future that they would see eye to eye, at least on some matters, again. And the motion in his legs was explained by that experimental serum that Hank had been working on. The possibility of his legs being restored fully was such a far fetched idea after all.

But seeing her again was unexplainable.

Charles had held his wife in his arms when she died. Even through the excruciating pain of losing his legs, he held her. The same shrapnel that paralyzed him had lodged himself into her heart.

It took Charles months to come to the realisation that Erik did not mean to harm her, but by then he was long gone. Eventually, everyone began to move on with their lives. Hank was the only one left by Charles' side; Charles had spent many nights wondering why Hank stayed, he was a shell of a man without her by his side.

By the time he approached, Charles was so captivated by her presence that he didn't notice the sound of the seagulls had stopped or the smell of the salty ocean had had faded into nothing. It was only him and her left in their own little slice of paradise.

"Hello my love," He tentatively said, willing himself to move closer but finding that his legs would once again refuse to respond to his command.

"Charles." She acknowledged, her back still to him. From this distance Charles could see the intricacies of the lace of her white dress. When she was alive she never tended to wear anything so delicate, not even on her wedding day.

"You're not supposed to be here." He whispered, still stuck motionless before him. "You... you died."

"You let me die." She turned around, and for the first time since Charles buried her did he look at her once beautiful face. But now it was covered in blood cuts he could only assume were made by loose flying shrapnel. The front of her dress was only ripped and stained. She still looked like an angel, only now she looked like she had fallen from Heaven. "Why didn't you save me?"

Charles went to speak, but couldn't find the words. Or the breath. He almost began to choke but the oxygen eventually rushed back into his lungs. This peace of mercy was accompanied by God or whatever higher power in play taking away his ability to stand. Charles felt himself crumpled to the ground, once again paralysed. He thought back to the oddness of Erik's presence and whipped his head behind him to find the man but only saw black.

When his head turned back to his wife, he was greeted by the same oblivion. He tried to move forward but he couldn't move. He crumpled to the ground again and closed his eyes, hoping that he darkness would consume him like it did to his wife. But it didn't.

When he opened them again, he was greeted by the same wooden walls he knew all too well. The clock on his bedside table stuck three a.m precisely. Charles just shifted to his side, knowing that sleep would not come for him again, at least not any time soon.

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[moodymelanist]

A Nessian drabble idea: Cassian waking up from anesthesia forgetting who Nesta is and is immediately starts flirting with her because she's so beautiful.

omg YES. this is so them thank you for sending this in I’ve always wanted to write one of these. I’ve also never had my wisdom teeth removed so sorry for any inaccuracies there LOL

Nesta had been hanging out in the waiting room for about an hour when someone finally called her name.

“Nesta Archeron?” one of the nurses called. Nesta quickly gathered her jacket and purse and got up to follow her.

“How’s he doing?” Nesta asked. Cassian had finally taken the plunge and gotten all four of his wisdom teeth removed in one go, and while Nesta knew this was a routine enough procedure, she was still a little antsy about her husband using anesthesia.

“It went well,” the nurse replied, leading Nesta into what looked like the outpatient area. “He’s recovering now. The anesthesia should be wearing off in the next few minutes if it hasn’t already.”

The nurse ran through a list of symptoms to watch out for and general tips to help Cassian’s healing process. Even though Nesta knew she’d be getting a thick packet with all these instructions, she still did her best to commit them to memory. This was her husband they were talking about; she wasn’t going to take any risks with him.

By the time the nurse finished explaining everything, they’d made it inside Cassian’s recovery room. He looked a little funny with his cheeks all swollen and a bandage wrapped around his face, but Nesta was too glad everything had gone well to really make fun of him.

That didn’t stop her from snapping a picture, though. Just because she didn’t intend to use it to tease him later didn’t mean she didn’t want one.

“Hey,” Nesta said softly as Cassian’s eyes fluttered open. “How are you feeling?”

“Hey,” Cassian said back, drawing out the word long and slow. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine,” she managed to reply without laughing. He was clearly still feeling the anesthesia, and she was going to enjoy him being loopy for as long as it lasted. “You ready to go home?”

“With you?” he asked, his face lighting up.

“Of course with me,” she responded with a fond roll of her eyes.

“It must be my lucky day,” he answered, trying to pull his lips into a smirk and failing miserably. “Going home with the most gorgeous woman in here.”

“We go home together every night, you idiot,” she told him with a huff of laughter. “We live together.”

“Then I guess it’s my lucky night every night,” he fired back, though some of the effect was lost by how drowsy he sounded.

Nesta and the nurse exchanged amused glances before they started to prep to get him out of there. Thankfully Cassian was still dressed, so they just had to get him to stand so he could sit back down again in the wheelchair.

“Come on, big guy,” Nesta said, pulling the blankets back from Cassian so he could get out the bed. “Time to come home with me.”

“But…” Cassian trailed off, his face twisting into the most adorable pout as he caught sight of her left hand. “You’re married.”

She stared at him a little incredulously. Was he fucking with her, or was this just the anesthesia? “Yes?”

“I’ve been flirting with a married woman,” he groaned, bringing his hands up to his face and immediately regretting it. “Oh, God, I’m a homewrecker.”

“Jesus Christ,” she muttered under her breath, trying and failing to hold back her laughter. She gently pulled his hands away from his face and tapped the matching gold band on his left hand before raising her voice to add, “Cassian, look. You’re married too.”

“That’s even worse,” he groaned once he noticed his own wedding band. “Holy fuck. I’m a homewrecker and a cheater.”

“No, you doofus,” she replied, still laughing. “We’re married to each other.”

Cassian’s face looked like Christmas had come early. “Really?”

“Really,” Nesta confirmed. “It’ll be six years this October.”

“Oh, wow,” he breathed, completely awed. He reached out and grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together with a dopey look on his face. “Let’s go home, then.”

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[zerothisnero]

Why is this probably the funniest thing I've drawn with the two so far tho-

Trying to get my brain rolling again for Ben arg art

This is all I got rn 😔✊️

[beesmygod]

i couldnt find where i parked at the huge mall in my dream last night and i needed to put my wedding dress in it and go home. but bryan cranston rolled up in a wheelchair to help me bc he knew where i parked, and then i woke up. malcom in the middle era cranston, not breaking bad. he was in a wheelchair because he had plant roots growing out of his kneecaps instead of calves, for some reason. great guy. very friendly

[pastelraccoons]

SuleMio Week 2024 Day 3: Wedding

(If you'd rather read this on AO3, you can do so here!)

Suletta couldn't stop her worried hands. Her fingers gripped the armrests of her wheelchair enough to make them creak beneath the pressure. She stared down at her feet and looked over her pristine white dress.

She wore a bright red corsage on her wrist. The sweet scent of the flower drifted up and tickled her nose. She brushed her fingers over one of the soft petals in an attempt to pull herself together.

Come on, Suletta, she thought to herself. She took in a slow, deep breath. I know you're nervous. I know you want today to be perfect for Miorine. It will be.

She closed her eyes in an attempt to gather her thoughts. Without warning, the nearby piano kicked up into the Bridal Chorus, which immediately snapped her back to attention.

Suletta looked up the aisle, past all of their guests, and ignored their low mumbling. The large wooden doors at the end of it creaked open, and her breath got stolen all at once.

Miorine stood in the doorway. A long, opaque veil obscured her face. Her pure white dress had been broken up by intricate lace patterns of the same color. That same lace was made into gloves that covered her hands and forearms. She held a beautiful bouquet of flowers in her hands by her abdomen.

Even though Suletta couldn't see Miorine's face, butterflies fluttered wildly in her stomach. They kicked up into high gear once she started walking slowly down the aisle. She nervously twisted the skirt of her dress atop her lap. Her heartbeat picked up when Miorine finally stopped in front of her.

Suletta could barely make out her peaceful expression past the veil. Miorine kneeled in front of her and lowered her head slightly. Suletta took a deep breath and held it to steady herself before she reached out to grab the edges of the veil. Her hands shook a bit when she finally revealed Miorine's face.

Everything became still all at once. The butterflies finally settled down. Her heart calmed its frantic thudding in her chest. Everyone's hushed whispers fell silent. She could finally breathe easy again.

Suletta felt tears of happiness well up in the corners of her eyes. She gently cupped Miorine's cheek and brushed a thumb against it.

“You look beautiful,” she whispered.

A light pink blush dusted Miorine's face when she smiled. It took all of Suletta's willpower to not try and kiss her then and there. The officiant politely cleared their throat to signal them to get in place.

“Sorry,” Suletta whispered.

She pulled her hand from Miorine's cheek so she could stand opposite of Suletta. She gladly took hold of Miorine's hands instead as the officiant started their speech. She knew they were saying something important, but it didn't fully register in her ears. She was too focused on Miorine to care.

Suletta shared her vows, nearly crying again when Miorine repeated them to her. If she was being honest with herself, she was waiting for a single moment.

The officiant finally turned towards Suletta.

“Suletta Mercury, do you take Miorine Rembran as your wife; in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?”

Suletta took a deep breath before finally saying the words she wished to say for so long.

“I do.”

“And you, Miorine Rembran, do you take Suletta Mercury as your wife; in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?”

Miorine squeezed Suletta's fingers and stared straight into her eyes. An air of seriousness thinly masked the obvious joy hidden there.

“I do,” Miorine finally spoke.

A hush fell over everyone when the rings were presented. Simple gold bands sat atop a velvety pillow. Suletta carefully plucked one from it and held it like the most valuable treasure known to man. She took Miorine's hand and slid the ring onto her finger.

A slight tinge of embarrassment settled in her chest when Miorine took hers to slide the other ring on her hand. She was sure Miorine could feel the nervous sweat on her palms. If she could, she didn't show it.

The officiant soon smiled, closed the book in their hands, then bowed their head slightly.

“Then you may kiss the bride.”

Before Suletta could even register what was happening, Miorine knelt down in front of her. She felt one of her hands lace their fingers together and rest on one of the armrests of her wheelchair. She rested the other on her shoulder. Miorine then quickly closed what little distance was between them in a kiss.

Suletta didn't care about the congratulatory clapping surrounding them. All she saw in that moment was Miorine and the feeling of her soft lips pressed to hers.

Miorine's hand on Suletta's shoulder moved up to cup her jaw. Suletta placed her free hand on top of it just to keep her close. Everything felt so right in that moment.

Suletta begrudgingly broke off the kiss to press their foreheads together. Miorine's clear silver eyes stared back at her. Her heart swelled with sheer bliss. The tears finally spilled over when she finally realized that they were well and truly wed.

All she could do was smile and laugh. No words would come to mind. Though her true thoughts and feelings seemed to reach Miorine as she followed Suletta’s example.

Suletta brushed the tears from Miorine’s cheeks, and she sniffled herself. She opened her mouth to say something, but still nothing came out. Instead, she just pulled her into another kiss.

A kiss filled to the brim with an “I love you.”

[queen-haq]

Fic: Grudgingly Yours (Part 1)

Summary: You are a general surgeon, working in a hospital that’s slowly sucking the life out of you when one day you’re given the offer of a lifetime. 

A.K.A  - An arranged marriage fic :)

Pairing: Billy Russo x You

Rating: R

Masterlist (contains links to my other stories and this one)

Part 1

You stared at your husband, noting the tightening of his jaw, the way his beautiful face glared back at you with utter disdain. His dark eyes brimmed with hate and condescension, ready to eviscerate you at any moment. He was dressed in jeans, an olive knit top and a leather jacket - not a tux or suit - because this may have been his wedding day but that certainly didn’t mean he was going to put in any fucking effort. Of course his casual outfit didn’t deter from his good looks. Dark hair slicked back, darker eyes, and a chiseled face that made him look like devil himself. He was one of the richest bachelors in the country and the eldest son of a prominent New York family, so he could have had anybody – but it was you who was marrying him and he wasn’t happy about it. No, he was fucking pissed and everyone attending the ceremony saw it. But you didn’t care. What he felt didn’t matter, because he was your ticket out.

 “Do you, William Russo, take Y/N to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death?”

 Billy didn’t respond, and a stunned silence fell across the room. With every second that passed, the tension in the room grew. It seemed to you like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for him to say no and make his escape. You kept your face blank, but cast his grandfather a quick glance. The old man may have looked deceptively frail sitting in his wheelchair, but you saw his steely gaze, mirroring the man across from you, and knew instinctively there was no way anyone would defy the head of the family. To do so would mean losing all of the wealth and privilege afforded by the Russo name and your soon-to-be-husband was much too smart to give it all up.

 “Sure.”

 Not ‘yes’, not ‘I do’, but ‘sure’. A lazy, insolent drawl of a response. So very much like him. And it would’ve made you snicker if you weren’t required to put on an act for everyone.

 The officiant turned to you, and repeated the same question.

 It was your turn to pause. For a moment sheer panic surged through you. What the fuck were you doing? Is this really what you wanted? To tie yourself down to the kind of guy you absolutely loathed?

 “Why me?” You asked, wondering once again.

 Alistair Russo, Billy’s grandfather, had made the offer a week ago with a deadline of today to get back to him. True to his word, the man was now sitting in your office after waiting several hours for you to get out of a surgery you’d been performing.  

 “You saved my life. And this is how I repay that debt.”

 You quirked your eyebrow. “Saving you was my job. I would’ve done that for anybody.”

 “But I’m not just anybody, and I don’t like being in people’s debt.”

 You exhaled a long breath, leaning back in your chair. You’d been in surgery for more than 7 hours. You were tired and desperately needed some sleep. All you wanted was to crawl into bed but you couldn’t because you still had several hours left on your shift. And now here was this rich, old fuck back to tempt you with an insane plan that had already kept you awake for too many days. “Fine. Pay off my student debt and we’ll call it even.”

 The old man gave you a condescending smile. “That’s not how this works.”

 You smiled back. “So it’s not really about being grateful, is it? There’s a reason you want me to marry your grandson so why don’t you just spill it.”

 Alistair cocked his eyebrow, his expression cold. “This marriage is meant to be a consequence of his actions.”

 “In other words, punishment.”

 “Something like that. My grandson has a brilliant mind but he’s too busy cavorting with leeches to make something of himself. He was given many chances in the past to rectify his behaviour but now we’ve reached the stage where this can no longer continue. He needs to take responsibility for his actions.”

 “So why not marry him off to one of your society people? I’m sure there are plenty of women who would love to get with him.”

 “Billy is a charmer, Ms. Y/N. He’s also a master manipulator. I need someone brilliant who won’t fall for his charms.”

 Ah, false praise. it was obvious where Billy learned his tactics from. “You still haven’t answered my question, Mr. Russo. You could get anyone to help you with this plan, but you came to me specifically. Why?”

 There was a short pause, as if Alistair was contemplating his words carefully. “As I said, this marriage is meant to be a punishment, not a reward. You are not the kind of woman he’s normally seen with.”

 You smirked. There it was. “I’m not his type. And this marriage is intended to embarrass him.”

  Alistair cleared his throat, seemingly uncomfortable with your abrasive assessment. “This is not meant to be a lifelong commitment. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain. All you have to do is stay married to him for a period of three years, and after that you’ll both be granted a divorce. I will pay off all of your debt, and after the termination of the marriage you will receive a lump sum of $5 Million.”

 “10 Million,” you countered.

 Alistair quirked his eyebrow. “That is a lot of money, especially considering the benefits you would already be receiving You would be married to someone handsome and wealthy, with no need to work.”

 You learned forward, balancing your elbows on your desk. “Maybe not in the hospital anymore, but I would still be working. Your Billy sounds like a massive pain in the ass and I’m guessing it’s not going to be easy to keep him in check. Because that’s essentially why you’re hiring me, isn’t it? To control him and make him the man you want him to be.”

 “I have no such expectations from you, Ms. Y/N. You will never wield that much power over my grandson.” Alistair’s voice was filled with cold disdain. “You have over $500,000 in debt. While you make a decent income, it’ll take you years to pay it off. I gather your plan is to stay in this hospital so you can benefit from the loan forgiveness program but that will take ten years and from what I can see, this is not an environment you enjoy working in.”

 Bastard. He had honed in on your exact weakness. What you really wanted was to work in poor communities like the one you had grown up in where there was a desperate need for good care, but your debt prevented you from being able to pursue what made you happy. Instead you were stuck working in a hospital with a toxic work environment where leadership only cared about revenue, and it was sucking the soul out of you.

 “While I won’t offer you $10 Million, I will do something else. I understand your brother’s business is failing. If you agree to this offer, I will ensure there is an influx of cash into his business. That should keep him out of trouble for the next little while.”

 You took a deep breath. “He can’t know the money is connected to me. He won’t accept it.”

 “And my grandson can not know this marriage comes with an expiry date.”

 You ran your fingers through his hair. “Understood.”

 Alistair Russo finally smiled, and it was not a pleasant one. A cold shiver ran through you, like you’d just made a deal with the devil. “And just in case you start dreaming about a lifelong marriage with Billy and tying yourself to my family permanently, please remember I will destroy your career, any chances of you ever working anywhere in this continent, and I will end you and your brother. Are we clear?”

 “We’re clear.”

  It was Billy’s tight squeeze of your hand that brought you out of your reverie. You took a quick glace around the room. There was only Billy’s immediate family and three of your friends in attendance. No one wanted this marriage, not even you, but you had to play the part.

 “Should I ask again?” the officiant asked.

 “I do,” you replied in a loud voice, sounding much more confident than you felt.

 Billy shot you a look of disgust before returning his attention back to the officiant. While the rest of the ceremony passed in a whirl, you kept your mind on what mattered the most. You. You were doing this for yourself and for your future, fuck everyone else.

 ***

 You made your escape to the honeymoon suite while the party was on full swing in the reception area. Today had been a long day after a series of long weeks and all you wanted was to sleep. Working the crazy hours you did meant no time to unwind or disconnect, it was always go, go, go and just for a little while you wanted to sit and breathe and not think about the choices you made and what it meant for everyone. You just wanted to breathe.

 Today was your wedding day, something most women dreamed of, but to you it meant nothing. It was simply a means to an end. And you didn’t even have a choice about the date, it was what Alistair picked after you and him had come to an agreement and signed the proper documents. Hell, you didn’t even know how he’d conned Billy into the marriage. You met the man twice before today, and both times he’d looked at you like you were nothing. He had a taste for tall, slim, beautiful women, like most of the world, but you were the farthest thing from that. You were short, curvy, more cute than pretty, and you were fine with that. But seeing the look on Billy’s face today when you walked down the aisle in the last-minute white dress you purchased, it was clear he wasn’t.

 Whatever. That was his problem. You just had to suck it up for three years and then you were free.

 You strode over to where the champagne bottle was stored and poured yourself a glass. You closed your eyes, enjoying the taste as the liquid washed down your throat. It was fucking heaven. Probably the best champagne you ever tasted.

 “You made the biggest mistake of your life tonight.”

 You whirled around at the sound of a stranger’s voice, only to see that it was Billy standing a few feet away. His leather jacket was now gone, bringing attention to the way the knit jersey moulded over the lean muscles of his arms. He was tall, too tall, not at all your regular type.

 Sighing, you took a sip from your flute. “Have I?”

 “You think you can fuck up my life and get out of it unscathed?” The threat on his voice was palpable, his dark eyes growing more wild as he approached you.

 For the first time you felt dread in his presence, a tight ball of fear slowly unfurling in your stomach with every step he took towards you. But you were a fighter, always had been, and you knew showing fear was inviting death. Jutting out your chin defiantly, you glared back at him. “This is a marriage, not a prison sentence.”

 “It’ll feel much worse than prison by the time I’m done with you.”

 “Don’t know why you’re pissed at me. Your grandfather wanted this, Billy,” you reminded him.

 “You didn’t have to say yes.”

 “And turn down my chance at marrying the William Russo?” Taking on a melodramatic tone, you pressed your other hand to your chest. “Impossible.”

 He closed in on you, removing every inch of personal space as his hand wrapped around your throat. Panic surged through you but you reminded yourself to stay calm. You still had the champagne flute in your hand. If he made a move, you wouldn’t hesitate to smash it on his head. “I’ll make you regret every fucking minute you spend with me.” His voice was a hoarse growl, dangerous, meant to frighten you. And it did. He frightened you, even more so when he applied pressure to your throat.

 Growing up the way you did, being attacked wasn’t new. The neighbourhoods were rough, there were always gang wars going on and while you tried your best to stay out of it, inevitably the wrong people would be pissed off and there would be fights. Which meant you had learned to control your fear a long time ago.

 In an instant you shattered the flute against the table behind you and held the remaining jagged figure to the corner of his neck. A piece cut into his skin but you maintained careful control not to dig it in too much. “Two can play at this game, Russo. Hurt me, and I’ll destroy your pretty face.”

 He didn’t back off, but the pressure around your throat loosened. For the longest time he simply stared down at you, as if burning your face into his mind. You wondered what he was thinking, planning, but his expression was blank and completely impossible to decipher.

 The same hand that was clutching your throat now moved up your neck, and you swallowed an audible breath when his thumb roughly wiped the red lipstick off your lips. “A pig in makeup is still a pig.”

 His words were meant to hurt you and destroy your confidence. Except you found yourself breaking into sudden laughter. You couldn’t help it. It was hilarious. He backed off right away, staring at you with a curious expression as you giggled and struggled to catch your breath.

 The audacity of men, they were all the same. Threaten them and they always went after women’s looks, as if being insulted for your looks was the worst thing imaginable.

 “What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you high on something?” Billy asked, his forehead furrowed with concern.

 Placing the half-broken flute on the table, you shrugged your shoulders. “No, Billy. I’m not.” You tipped your head to the side, staring up at him with a smile on your face. “You think insulting me is going to hurt me? I’ll go running because you called me a pig? That’s not how this works, Billy. You and me, we’re married.” It was your turn to close the gap between you two. “Committed to each other. Legally. Because that’s what your grandfather wanted. And that means I’m here to stay.” You’re not sure what possessed you to do it, but you stood on your tip-toes and reached up to grasp his face, pulling him down so his lips were merely an inch away from yours. Your same lips he bruised pressed against his while you kept your eyes firmly on him, making sure to stain his face with the lipstick the way he did you. “Our fates are tied now, husband. There’s no getting out.”

 Billy watched you intently, his eyes fixed on you with an unwavering gaze designed to intimidate you. “If I go down, so will you. And you’re the one who has everything to lose in this fight.”

 A slow smile spread across your lips, and you noticed how his eyes followed that smile, the way he smoldered at you even as he tried to figure you out. “Bring it on, husband,” you murmured, loosening your grip on him.

 He stood still, his gaze piercing through you, not moving away. And then suddenly he jerked back, as if finally realizing there was nothing physically connecting the two of you and he really was free to walk away. Turning his back to you, he stormed out of the suite and slammed the door behind him.

 Chuckling, you started cleaning up the broken pieces of glass.

 To be continued...

Um, yeah, so thoughts?

[ninjaturtlemaniac]

hi there! after reading your post about john dory and sable’s wedding, it got me thinking about sable’s parents! i was just wondering if because of their age sable’s father walked her down the aisle? if there was one on the stage they got married on? how did sable’s mom feel when she learned sable wanted to wear her old wedding dress? and would it be nice for them to have grandchildren?

ps i love your sable x john dory content it gives me life 😭🩷

Your Sable and John Dory questions give me life ❤️

I shall name her parents 🤔 ... Pearl and Stew

"Stew, that Troll looks like Queen Poppy."

"She does look like Queen Poppy! Do you think anyone's told her she looks like Queen Poppy?"

"I'll ask her"

(It is Poppy)

Sable's parents are both in wheelchairs. For the ceremony they were parked in the front row.

Stew was ecstatic they got the best seats in the place.

Rather than come down the aisle. Sable came from backstage.

So Stew couldn't walk her down the aisle, but he did manage to stand long enough to do the Father Daughter dance.

JD picked up Pearl and danced with her.

It was Pearl's idea to get her old wedding dress. They had a time limit and Sable just planned to wear a nice dress from her closet.

Pearl's like "No no no, this is unacceptable Sable. You will wear my wedding dress."

"Okay Mom that's a great idea but where is it?"

"In a box."

"What does the box look like, Mom?"

"Stripey. Yellow and stripey"

"Where's the box?"

"It was in the study last time I saw it."

Everyone follows Sable to the study.

"Noooo not that study, Sable. You can be so silly. It's in the other pod."

"What other pod, Mom?"

"We couldn't bring very much with us when we escaped. Had to leave many things behind."

John Dory - "We're going to Bergentown, go go go!"

As for grandchildren, Sable sorta half jokes about trying to convince her parents that Rhonda is their daughter.

They see through it straight away.

"Sable, I know your father and I are getting on in years but we know an Armadillo Bus when we see one!"

"Next you'll be trying to tell us that Bergens aren't trying to eat us anymore. Pffftttt"

When they can't get a straight answer about grandkids from Sable, they turn to John Dory.

John Dory has to reaaaallllly hold himself back from saying something like "We're trying tirelessly, every single night to give you grandchildren. We're exhausted!"

Instead he says "When it happens, you'll be the first to know."

This usually keeps Pearl and Stew happy.

"Thank you for taking care of that. I wish a simple 'no' would suffice but they really just won't accept when I tell them that having kids just isn't for us."

"Yeah....not for us."

[jamneuromain]

Wild Child Chapter. 2

Series Summary:

As the granddaughter of the sole Duke in your country, you know that you were going to marry some douche prince, because it is the only way to solidify the grasp the future king has on the Upper House. On the flight home, you come up with a brilliant plan to defy your upcoming matrimony.

Bringing a random man to your grandfather's place, and say you have a boyfriend already.

"Is there anything else I should know about? Before I meet your family?" Ari cocks his head to the side, watching you adjusting your cerulean Valentino dress when you wave your hand dismissively.

"Just say we're in love and help me get out of marrying this D-bag."

Ari Levinson x You

#i didn't know he is my fiance-douchebag-prince

#when i did, it was too late

“Where’s mom?” On returning home, you asked your father, who was pacing in his study.

“Forget about that woman. Alcohol?! And shameless flirting?!!” Your father barked at you, “I sent you to study for your degree, not whoring yourself out for some peasant on the plane.”

“If I may, father,” Your lips twitched, forming a quick smirk, but hiding it as soon as your father glared at you, “if he is a peasant, he’s a peasant in the first class. Isn’t that what you commented on the son of the minister?”

Keeping your tone as plain as possible, you bit the inside of your cheek from laughing.

“You don’t fucking talk back to me, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” Your father roared with all his fury. Clearly, his little pea brain has gone through your logic and was reminded of the failed attempt to marry you to Timothy Sullivan, the son of the Minister of Foreign Trade.

“Yes, father.” You murmured. Lowering your head to watch your shoes.

These are very adorable high heels. Black, elegant, lady-like.

You wonder if you could tell the designer to add a couple of daisies on it, to compliment the black velvet surface. It’d better be daisies with thin pedals and-

“You WILL be marrying the prince, and I don’t fucking care whether we have to tie you to a wheelchair or send you to the psychic ward to accomplish that!” He hissed right into your face.

He was way too worked up, a few drops of spit landed on your face as a result.

You didn’t even flinch.

“LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!” He shouted.

You raised your eyes, looking at him, right in the eyes you inherited from.

There were veins pumping on his forehead, and his neck. Your father had aged. Older than the blurry image your memory had shown you. A few strands of his hair turned grey, Wrinkles, saggy skin, and cloudy eyes.

And a smell of grease, sweat, and … the stench of men.

The stench of old age and death crept up to him, clawing him from head to toe.

He was aged, old, and there was only so much that he could do, as he desperately tried to wrap you in his fingers.

“Yes, father.” You answered like a robot.

He breathed like a broken bellow. You could almost hear his lungs expanding and contracting, sounding as if he was trying to breathe with phlegm blocking his windpipe.

Looking into your eyes, he looked stunned.

“No funny tricks, you hear me?” He grunted, collapsing onto his chair, and drinking down from his mug. When he spoke again, his voice grew softer, “I know you weren’t pleased with this … deal, but it could benefit our family, benefit you, and just think, that the heir of our kingdom is your husband and your future children … If I were you,” He reached for your hand and patted it in a comforting sort of way, “I would have married him.”

Now, you really couldn’t help yourself. Because-

“I don’t remember the prince ever saying anything about not being gay.” You commented dryly, “Considering your enthusiasm, why don’t you go marry him?”

That earned you the punishment of grounding for a month. Which, on the other hand, helped you realize that you only have a month before the wedding.

No TV, no Internet, no phone.

But your father was “kind” enough to deliver some books per your requirements, You were carefully examined by the security guards before entering your bedroom, having all electronics taken from your possession,

A few people came to visit.

Your aunt, the prince’s aunt, and two Countess who had met the prince in person.

They came bragging and persuading you to marry the prince, because he is tall and handsome, the Prince Charming of forty million dames in your country,

Sure.

If this Prince, Ari Levinson, is handsome, pigs could also fly and bats could miraculously regain their eyesight.

You had learnt how aunties could manipulate the facts and create someone who sounded perfect and flawless many years ago.

Truthfully though, if he sent your mother, you would consider the possibility of accepting this marriage (though you doubt you’d have other choices). Bringing in these blabbing mouths only furthered your irritation towards Prince Ari, as he could well come here and face you like a man with balls.

Meals were brought to your door. Shoes and credit cards were taken from your room. Your sleeping chamber was on the second floor, and your father made sure you wouldn’t jump from the terrace by planting thorn bushes on the ground below.

He even banned you from attending the late Duke’s funeral, and snorted, “Don’t even THINK about running away.”

Where could you possibly run to? You had no money, no transportation, and nowhere to hide.

And by now, it has struck you that the funeral was only a scam to lure you home.

Considering that your grandfather did pass away, half a scam.

The true intention was to get you married. It always has been. But the fact that your grandfather died sped up the process, as there was no more guarantee that the “Duke” title would stay in your family. Your father needed to marry you to the prince, before the royal family regrets their decision to abandon your family and select another girl to marry Ari.

However, you didn’t plan to run.

Not yet, anyway.

A week after you returned home, you were hauled out of the mansion for the dress fitting.

Two bodyguards pinned you between them, squeezing the life out of you when you arrived at the shop Priester’s Bridal, feeling like you were turned into two-dimensional.

“Guys,” You shooed them to the doorstep, crossing your arms for good measure, “a little privacy when the bride is about to try on her wedding dress, please.”

It would be your wedding and you wanted it to be the way you wanted.

A sparkling dress, a shiny diamond ring, a small church with stone walls and altar…

“Please, gentlemen?” You cocked your head to the side. You had never used your title or your power upon anyone, but for once, you wanted to be left undisturbed, “All I’m asking is for you to turn around. Or I will tell my future husban how you followed me into the changing room.”

There was only one exit in and out of this wedding dress shop, and your bodyguards (more like the bodyguards sent by your father to keep an eye on you) blocked the door with their large frames and had their backs to you without another word.

The owner of the shop welcomed you with a warm smile and a firm handshake, “Ms. Y/L/N, right? I’m Lana Priester, and I will be assisting you with your dress fitting. Please follow me to the changing room.”

The shop took up almost half a block, with floor-to-ceiling windows that put almost every wedding dress in the shop on display. Thick silver curtains cut the shop into halves. With the first half, the half that could be seen by pedestrians on the sidewalk, and the second half, which was completely closed off to unauthorized personnel, including large mirrors, a huge leather couch, the owner’s office in the corner, and a changing room to the left.

Lana kept stealing glances at you. Making you wonder if serving the future Queen was too much of a responsibility for her.

As she held the heavy curtain for you to pass through, you asked in a low voice: “Is the wedding dress ready?”

Lana let out a small gasp of surprise, “Of course, it is, Ma’am. We’ve had this dress ready for two weeks now. I personally designed it based on your measurements given by your father.”

Ah. So it is ready. You closed your eyes for a second, feeling the surge of anger travelling through your veins. You had never given your measurements to anyone, let alone your father. They – your family and the royal family - had been planning it for over a month by now, while your grandfather’s death gave them the perfect excuse to bring you home.

And you took the bait, like a fool.

You changed into the wedding dress with the help of a few sales assistants. Long, white, lace edges that prickled your skin, with puff sleeves that end mid-arm.

You looked like a fucking clown from the Victorian Era.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, after stepping out of the changing room, for one briefest of moments, you could almost laugh.

For how ridiculous and pathetic you looked in your wedding dress.

For the fact that you were going to marry a man you had never met.

Though if you laughed, you would, no doubt, be thrown into an ambulance and locked up in the psychiatric ward.

“Could I have a say in some minor changes … for example, we lose the lace and the puff sleeves?” You glanced at Lana in the mirror, your fingers uncontrollably scratching your skin because of the itching lace.

Lana hesitated. She didn’t say “Yes” or “No” in an instant, rather, she darted her eyes elsewhere – you guessed she was asking for help from her employees in silence.

The corner of your lips twitched, but you pressed the cold sneer back where it came from.

“Well?” You crossed your arms, “I am the bride, am I not?”

“Yes … Yes, but - ” She waved for the sales assistants to get out of earshot before whispering, “It’s your father’s order to design such a dress…”

Lana seemed nice. You regretted your decision to pull her into your “royal” mess in the first place.

“Forget it.” You smiled humorlessly, “It’s a nice dress. And I doubt four weeks would be enough.”

It was hideous.

The small excitement you had in your heart of at least getting a nice dress for your once-in-a-lifetime wedding burst like a bubble.

Some fucking bride you were, not being able to have a say in your own wedding dress.

“What seems to be the problem?”

A low timbre ghosted your ears.

Your vision blurred, but you were fairly certain that a handsome man approached you.

A dazzling blue shirt, popping two buttons at the collar loose. Bulging everywhere because his muscles could barely be contained in the tight fabric. Rolling up his sleeves, the man stood before you. A smile on his lips that could make the sun blush.

Fuck.

You exhaled softly.

You’d rather marry this handsome guy than the pussy prince.

No, pussies can push babies out of women's bodies, the prince was even lesser than a pussy because you were sure that he couldn’t give birth to kids.

Lana cleared her throat, piping up nervously, “Uh - Miss. Y/L/N here wants to … make changes to her dress.”

To Ari’s eyes, you were fucking gorgeous.

But what the fuck was wrong with that dress and whoever designed this?

Searching through your memory, you matched the familiar face to the man on the plane: “Oh! You … we met on the plane to Ancetol.” Feigning a gasp, you widened your grin, “You work in the jewellery industry, right? Fancy seeing you here.”

“Y/N!” Ari faked his surprised expression. He had been watching you from the surveillance camera in the tiny owner’s office. It took him great strength to act like an Oscar-winner, “Yes, the plane. Guy. Guy Thomas. I own this place.” He re-introduced himself, since you had clearly forgotten his name.

You extended your hand to shake his, but he took it gently and kissed the back of your hand softly.

Fuck, he’s got long eyelashes.

Those said eyelashes fluttered, revealing those crystal blue eyes, “How may I be of assistance?”

Warmth travelled from your throat to the bottom of your stomach. Blood soared to your face, which you hoped he hadn’t noticed.

“I was wondering if I could make changes to this … dress.” You said curtly.

“Your- Um, Mr. Thomas,” Lana spoke up behind you, “This dress is ordered by her father, Mr. Y/L/N.”

Ari rubbed his thumb. He was used to twirling the family ring on his finger, but the empty touch reminded him that he had put it in his pocket, because of the obvious lion with a spear and a shield as the family crest on the large golden ring.

“Grab a pen and paper,” He ordered Lana to re-design your dress, “This time, I will personally oversee the designing.”

As Lana scurried to gather what was needed to redo the dress, Ari led you to sit on the large couch, while asking the sales assistants to bring you a bottle of champagne and two glasses and “the ring selection”.

“The ring selection?” You couldn’t help but ask, as you were notified next to nothing on this shopping tour of yours, “I wasn’t aware that I would be choosing the ring.”

“The engagement ring.” Ari explained, “It has been paid along with the cost of the dress. I - ” He remembered that he was “Guy”, nothing more than a business owner, “The royal family paid for everything. I think they want you to wear it, now that you were engaged and about to be married.”

“Ah.” You let your gaze fall elsewhere.

You would be picking the most fucking expensive ring from this store.

And asking for your dress to be made of entirely diamonds.

“You don’t look happy.” He commented all of a sudden, earning a curious expression from you. “You don’t look happy.” He repeated, “Why is that?”

He seemed genuine.

“Give me one reason that I should be, I challenge you.” You took a glass from the sales assistant’s tray, sipping on the bubbly drink, grinning, “Although, I should probably warn you that my lawyer will ask you to sign an NDA after we talk.”

“Don’t care.” He murmured, before turning to you. His interest spiked, “First of, aren’t you marrying the prince, which, according to rumors, soon to be crowned king after the wedding?”

“You mean marrying a man I have completely no idea of, and he didn’t even show up, or get down on his knees?” You rolled your eyes to the back of your head, “Puh-lease, they say that marriage is the grave of love. I’d say this marriage buries all possibilities of love.”

Ari scratched his nose when he heard you mention about “not showing up”, technically he did … just not as himself. Taking a drink from his own glass, he ventured for a second guess, “But I’m sure that you could do something real and … I don’t know,” he pushed his hair to the back, feeling short-breathed, “charity. Go to hospital, visit sick children, support kids getting education, stuff like that.”

You sigh. “It takes years to land those projects, not to mention that every move I make will be vetted by the royal family. They could easily kick me out if they don’t need my father – no, my late grandfather’s title anymore.”

That coincided with what his mother, Queen Olivia, had said. They only needed you for the connections to the Upper House. Which, of course, he would fight tooth and nail for you to remain your position as the future queen. He doubted whether another girl from the noble family could be half as entertaining as you.

"Why not just quit? Quit this all." Ari gestured to the dresses on the mannequin.

Your eyes darted towards the door, where two bodyguards were still doing their duty, preventing you from escaping. "Do you think we'd still be talking if I had a choice?"

“Would it be better if you take the title? Not your father? That’d help you stay in the royal family?” Ari asked as a last resort. If he could do anything to help you, he would.

“Sure.” You drained your class, calm as ever. “But you've forgot one thing.”

You had considered it before, even asking your father about the possibility. To which he answered with a slap on your face and called you a dumb bitch.

“Which is?”

“Ballenian law stated that noble titles could only be inherited by men.”

He shut his mouth.

The long history of Ballenia was filled with kings.

He should have known. He should have noticed.

"Miss. Y/L/N?" One of the sales assistants lingered by the jewellery counter near the wall, "Your rings are ready."

Having three trays brought to you, you carelessly pointed one that looked most beautiful - also the one with the largest diamond on it.

"Let me help." Ari muttered, dismissing the assistant, pinching the diamond ring between his fingers, and carefully slipping the dashing ring on your middle finger.

It fitted. Perfectly.

Your glass had been refilled with champagne, so you raised your glass into the air, "To the fucking royal family."

Ari's glass clicked with yours.

You presumed he didn't dare to say so. So you let out a small giggle and allowed your tiny piece of freedom - the buzzing alcohol to indulge you for the moment.

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Random Alenoheather Headcanons:

*might include ones from my previous post but it will have new ones* *Also Alejandro is NOT put into the drama machine also might be a bit Alejandro biased/centric he is my favorite character*

While Heather and Noah go to work/school respectively Alejandro stays in a house left to him by another family member who he is close with (he got disowned by his parents after getting hurt in the world tour finale and being in a polygamous relationship/marriage)

Heather was able to get her own talk show

Noah is a twitch streamer and computer programmer

Their relationship starts during world tour Heather basically threatens Noah into an alliance with her (he isn’t threatened by her but he knows it’s smart to aline with her. She overhears him in the confessional and catches him when he’s walking out of it)

The romance starts with Alejandro flirting with Heather but he also starts to flirt with Noah the same way and it confuses the both of them and they think he’s up to something(when in reality he has a crush on both of them)

Noah and Heather confront Alejandro about said flirting down in the cargo hold of the plane

Noah makes it to the merge (gets double eliminated with Duncan in the Serengeti episode because Chris is an asshole votes as follows: Alejandro, Heather and Noah all vote for Duncan but Duncan, Sierra and Cody all vote for Noah because Duncan believes that he’s the true “brain” behind Alejandro and Heather’s schemes since they got him caught by Zeke)

Heather(she feels incredibly guilty for what happened to him)and Noah take turns nursing Alejandro back health after his accident once he gets out of the hospital. They both would visit him and would apply the creams for his burns, oils to help his hair grow back properly as well as his various doctor and physical therapy appointments)

Once he makes a full recovery they go on their very first date to a drive in movie theater in Noah’s van similar to this van from Ed, Edd’n Eddy (x ) they spend more time making out rather than watching the movie)

Alejandro occasionally uses a cane or a wheelchair as his legs get tired faster now Noah calls it his “pimp” cane as it as the head of a bull as the handle.

They date for two years and Alejandro proposes to the both of them (he proposes on Valentine’s Day for the cheesy-ness of it all. Heather and Noah both find it cliche yet charming even though they don’t say it)

Alejandro becomes an actor and his family catches wind of it (he gets a major roll and wins an Oscar).

They have a small private wedding (Owen much to the dismay of Alejandro and Heather , Izzy who’s with Owen,Duncan and Courtney who are friends with Alejandro and Heather respectively all come to the wedding as Owen his Noah best man and Duncan is Alejandro’s while Courtney is the maid of honor. Tyler and Lindsay show up too. The “audience” has Noah’s large family, Alejandro’s older brother Carols and his wife their daughter is the flower girl and a few aunts and uncles of Alejandro’s family including the one who left him the house. Heather does not invite her parents her grandfather is the one to walk her down the isle)

Heather’s wedding dress (x)

Alejandro and Noah’s suit(x) they decided on matching suits

They go on their honeymoon at a beach house in Spain that his brother Carols allowed them to use.

Heather takes two pregnancy tests giving them to Noah and Alejandro on Noah’s birthday in little boxes

Alejandro doesn’t understand slang so Heather and Noah say it just to fuck with him