#i didn't want them to just be in plain maid outfits and i thought that touch would make them look cooler ^^

[mintjeru]

i have no excuses for myself lol

✨ turning fanweek ✨

day 4 maid costume

open for better quality | no reposts

[lilac-5ky]

Takasugi reacting to his gf working at a maid cafe

A/N: I just had the weirdest idea ever. It’s late and I don’t even know what I’m thinking about anymore. I guess this is more on the crack side of things, but not an AU.

Warning: HEAVILY Inappropriate, but no actual smut. NSFW THOUGH! oh and no proofread, wrote this on my tablet whoops, you never know when random inspiration hits.

Due to the nature of his “occupation”, Takasugi spends the majority of his time away from Edo. You know that you are welcome to join him on his cause, but honestly, there wasn’t much you could offer. Unlike him, you weren’t a skilled fighter nor a bright strategist. You were just plain old you who constantly fluctuated between all sorts of jobs in an attempt to make a living.

It wasn't as if Takasugi wouldn't offer you a helping hand if asked. In reality, it was more of a "you striving to be independent" kinda thing. You didn't want to be the girl who relies on their partner for every single thing. Your pride wouldn't allow it, and so, to make ends meet, you stumbled upon your current part time job; a maid cafe waitress.

Other than the costume, serving drinks at such place wasn't much different than your previous jobs at bars or restaurants. All you had to do was live up to your customers' fantasies by smiling coyly and addressing them as master. It was that easy, and if you were being honest, the whole roleplay aspect rather excited you.

Fun work, flexible schedule, solid pay, nice environment and getting to bring home delicious snacks. There were only advantages to the whole thing, or so you thought until one day, Takasugi randomly showed at your doorstep. Somehow, informing of your new occupation had completely slipped your mind. Not just that, but he chose to visit minutes before your next shift began, leaving you with no other choice than to greet him dressed in your work outfit, a maid custom that consisted of a frilly skirt, tight corset, cat-ear headpiece, and, of course, thigh stockings.

Confused didn't even begin to explain his current expression. He simply stood idle by the frame, eyeing you from head to toes and then repeating it from the start. Takasugi was never big on pop culture and did nothing to keep up with the times, so naturally, seeing you dressed like that caught him off guard.

"Were you cleaning?", was the only logical explanation he could come up with.

"N-no, I was about to head out to work."

"You work as a maid?"

Once you sat him down and properly got to explain the nature of your job as well as the whole maid cafe concept, Takasugi seemed more puzzled than before. Holding onto the glass of water you offered him, he tipped it between his fingers, setting it onto the kitchen counter with a huff.

"Maid cafe… what's become of this country." He pondered with a scoff.

"Don't be so grumpy, Shinsuke. I bet there are far worse things plaguing the country that have nothing to do with maids or coffee." You said, standing by the stool he was sitting at.

"Fair point, though few things surpass the concept in stupidity."

"You know, business is blooming, meaning that there are many who'd disagree with you." You argued, placing both hands onto your waist.

"Don't compare me to those flabby nerds."

There was no point in keeping this conversation up. He was adamant on there being no meaning to the existences of such places and you couldn't convince him otherwise.

Unless, rather than telling, you showed him.

Before he could react, you took a seat upon his lap, snaking your arms around his neck. He was taken aback, though he didn't reject your advances. If anything, you could tell he was rather intrigued by your sudden embrace.

"Welcome home, master. I missed you."

Takasugi sighed once again, ignoring your comment along with your welcoming smile, choosing to redirect his attention to the ceiling. He always acted like that, though it was too early to tell whether this was beyond him or not.

Chuckling at his reaction, you squeezed him closer, resting your head against his own.

"How can I be of service today, master?" You whispered in his ear without letting go.

"By shutting the hell up." He exclaimed in a gentle tone that contradicted his words, though soon enough, you were able to address the reason behind his hostility, or rather feel it poking at your thighs.

"Are you sure you don't find the concept exciting in the slightest?" You asked, purposely rubbing yourself against his hard on.

You could feel him tense up even more, with his one hand trailing down the small of your back to hug you back. Four months was a long time to be apart from him, and whether he admitted it or not, he'd also missed you. Even when he was annoyed at your comments, his body reacted to yours perfectly as if not a single day had gone by.

"Not even by a little bit?"

"Are you deaf? I told you, I have no interest in such things."

"Someone seems to be in disagreement though." You pulled away from him, gesturing at the tent in his yukata with your eyes.

"This…" Takasugi paused, clicking his tongue. "This definitely has nothing to do with your stupid maid job." As he said those words, a faint yet noticeable blush spread upon his cheeks, one he seemed to be completely unaware of.

The way he acted certainly tempted you to skip work. If it wasn't for your shift, you'd have no issue spending the rest of the afternoon like this, doting over his endearing expressions. Stupid maid job indeed.

"Y/N, if you have the time to fool around with sleazy middle aged men and horny brats, then why not spend that time fooling around with me?” Takasugi suggested as if he’d peered into your thoughts.

Without awaiting your answer, his hand dropped lower onto your back, joined by his second had around your bum. The hem of your skirt was lifted all the way up for his fingers to slide across your bare skin, tugging at the string of your garter lightly. You didn’t expect him to go this far considering his initial reaction, though you couldn’t complain about the attention you received.

“Four months has been too long, has it not?” He continued with a smirk, the kind that made you question who was seducing whom.

Except of, this wasn’t part of your original plans. All you wanted to do was prove him wrong, yet you’d found yourselves one step away from humping one another against the kitchen counter. Screw being late, if he kept this up, you wouldn’t make it to work at all!

“If someone heard you, they’d think you are jealous of said sleazy middle aged men and horns brats.” You teased, attempting to alleviate some of the tension between you.

In an instant, a dark look clouded his green eye as he shoot you one of his deadliest glares.

“Oi, when did I ever say I was jealous? Stop misreading my w-”

Before he had the chance to finish his sentence, you dived forward, shutting his mouth with a kiss. Groaning against your lips was the only objection Takasugi brought up as he reciprocated your affections. Pressing you harder against him, you could tell he wanted more than what you could offer him at the moment, with his teeth tugging at your bottom lip and his tongue ushering you to deepen the kiss, yet you knew that going as far would be dangerous. For now, all you could do was pepper the corner of his lips with small pecks and then pulling away.

“I’ll see if I can cut my shift short, so please wait here till I’m back. After all, I promise to save my special treatment just for you… my master.”

“You should know better than making me wait for too long, Y/N.”

His expression softened ever so softly as he relaxed his grasp, involuntarily letting go.

“Expect to lose the outfit the minute you get home.”

[bakutae]

meeting the prince

- a royalty au for the @bnhabookclub event

pairing: prince! shouto todoroki x maid! reader

context: where a lowly maid cross paths with a prince unintentionally

author's note(if any): oh my gosh fey @k-atsukidayo thank you so much for beta reading this fic and editing it as well! i really appreciate it

"Remember to keep your heads low while attending to the guests at Prince Shouto’s birthday party today. Do not communicate with each other while you’re working or you will be sent to the queen, as usual."

A low buzz reverberates around the room as the maids begin to whisper amongst each other, drowning out the silence that was present just moments ago.

You glance at the girl next to you, who is kneeling on the bumpy floor, just like you. You don’t know who she is, what her name even is, since maids are not supposed to communicate on the job and are expected to just work and attend to the needs of the royal family.

There was a time a young lady had been too talkative during the queen's celebratory banquet. An electrifying wave runs through your spine as you recall how she had been exiled to another kingdom. Your eyes close for a second, remembering how the poor girl's parents were begging the queen to spare her, since she was, after all, still young and had so much life to explore and learn.

However, the queen had refused immediately. After that, the parents of the girl went missing. There were many rumours as to what had happened to her parents. But the queen had sent soldiers patrolling the village and whoever who spoke about the girl or their parents were, once again, banished to another kingdom.

Your eyes flutter open and you clench your fists, and you can't help but feel that justice was not carried out promptly for her. But your thoughts are soon gone, since now you have to listen to the lecture that the head maid, Reina, has to present or it’s off to the queen you go.

The talk has lasted for so long that your knees are starting to ache, the rough floor scratching your knees from the friction. The color of your skin becoming flushed, the pressure of gravity on your body and the density of the floor being too much as you bite your lip, an attempt to lessen the growing pain.

You then try to move, hoping that it will bring you some form of relief. You wince. It is clearly a bad idea and you glance at your delicate knees, promptly deciding to ignore what else Reina has to say.

The warm sunlight shines in from the tiny square hole at the corner of the room, flickering deliriously right onto you. You squint, the bright beam beam of light beginning to hurt your eyes and you brush a calloused thumb over your knee.

Though your thumb is already quite rough, your knees are worse. The scabs from the previous time you had from a previous meeting, that also lasted for too long, had peeled off a little too early, and red flesh stares right back at you. You then try to tug your skirt down further, hoping that it will give your knee at least a little bit of protection, ignoring the intolerable feeling of exposed flesh the more you tug at it.

You could always just change your skirt, though, you simply don’t want to. Your eyes dart from maid to maid, and you notice that all their skirts cover their knees well. It's just you, the black sheep amongst the others.

You don’t want to bow every time you see someone important; you just don’t understand the concept behind it. Sincerity always seems to ooze out of the others when they bow a perfect ninety degrees, and it disgusts you.

You don’t like how the guests at the parties look down at you, knowing their place and asserting their dominance through eye contact. Especially when some of them would purposefully spill a cup of tea on the floor, and you would have to clean it up, though you don't usually attend to them.

But, unfortunately, you have to simply bite your tongue and hold back. For without the title as a maid, you would be known as nothing but a lowly peasant. You'd rather settle for a maid than being nothing but a peasant.

Your hands slowly move from your skirt to your pocket, gripping the lock of hair that your mother had briefly given to you before passing away because of an incurable illness. Your fingertips caress the smooth chunk, treating it with utmost care, careful to let it not tangle up.

The skirt belongs to your mother, from when she was a just maid, like you, until she met your father, a humble cobbler, and decided to resign from her job and had you.

Your heart aches at the thought of your deceased mother and tears soon threaten to spill from the corners of your eyes. Bile rises to your throat, causing you to splutter and choke.

Silence.

You realise that all of the maids, including Reina, are staring at you incredulously. Some shake their heads and click their tongues at you. Irritation begins to replace what once was sorrow, and you are about to give them a piece of your mind when-

"Y/n, we've talked about your attitude multiple times. Anymore of these nonsense coming from your mouth and I will definitely send you to the queen and you will be dealt with. Understand?"

Your large eyes meet Reina’s beady ones, which have a dangerous undertone to them. And, you break off the eye contact immediately, biting your lips instead. You know better than to say anything rebellious now, and you subtly nod. It seems to satisfy the head maid, and she promptly dismisses the group.

Soon, one by one, the maids begin to return to their housing quarters to change into a new set of clothes, nothing too fancy, just plain, brown, cotton covering their thin bodies and they begin to part ways.

You are assigned to the ballroom, as usual, where you have to attend to all the guest's needs at all times and give out the champagne to newly arrived ones, while maintaining eye contact with the ground, to exude ‘submission’, or so you’ve been told.

Before you could even take any steps further, a sharp voice calls out to you.

“Y/n, where do you think you’re going? I have told you just now haven’t I? You will be training our new addition. Guide her, ensure that she will not cause trouble for the royal family.”

Your eyebrows raise inwardly. As you turn your head around ever so slightly, you catch sight of a girl hiding behind the head maid.

She watches you with uncertainty in her eyes. She can’t be much older than eighteen. You look at her suspiciously. What is a young girl like her doing here? Her gaze wavers and she looks down, taking a handful of her skirt in her hands.

You force a warm smile and step towards her, while asking her to follow you. She scurries over to you, glancing over her shoulder in the process, as if to look at the head maid for assurance. The head maid nods and leaves.

You bring her to your room, a small place, your haven, you call it. The familiar, musty smell fills your nose and you take a deep breath and sigh. It does sound gross, but you had been living in this room for a few years now, and have gotten used to the scent. You’ve come to like it.

The brick walls are crumbling off, covering the floor with a thin layer of dirt. You observe the girl for her reaction. She scrunches her nose in disdain and fans her nose, perhaps hoping that the smell will go away.

The room has a sleeping bag and a tiny wooden closet. It is livable in there, though, quite limited to necessities. You crack open your closet door, getting a fresh change of clothes for you and the girl.

“So, uh, why’re you here?”

You ask, hoping to get some knowledge about her, to know what to expect while training her. However, she keeps quiet, hands clasped together and placed delicately in front of her hips and head looking downward.

Waiting a few seconds, you and her soon fall into an uncomfortable silence. You briefly close your eyes and look up, irritated at her. This was why you hate to train anyone here.

She takes a step forward, which catches you off guard, and you take a step back. Unsure of what else to do, you look at her, taking in her facial features.

Her golden brown hair is messily tied up in a loose bun, and her eyes. Her eyes are a rare shade of grey, seeming so much like marble under the moonlight, drawing attention to you. They seem to glow under the moonlight, her orbs are wobbling with emotions with emotion and you feel the need to envelop her in a hug. You don’t know why, you just feel the need to. You control yourself, shaking your head slightly, an attempt to control yourself.

She has a birthmark surrounding her lips, another interesting feature that you caught on now and didn't when you first met her.

Before you can admire her face any further, the bells at the castle ring. You freeze instantly. The bells signify that the guests from other kingdoms are arriving, which means that the maids should be at their positions at this moment.

You curse under your breath and toss her the dress, telling her to wear it. You, too, unbutton the fabric of your clothes and change quickly, enjoying the new soft fabric touching your skin. Then, you carefully grab the lock of hair and transfer it into your pocket.

You proceed to turn around, hoping to at least give her some basic respect and privacy. Staring out of the stained glass from your room, you watch as ships begin to paint the once calm ocean with dots of color.

A small smile creeps onto your face. How would it be like to be on one of those ships? you wonder, a faraway look in your eyes, the girl in your room long forgotten. You itch to gently caress the fabric with your rough hands, feeling the soft delicate fabric on your skin. You feel like a completely different person. It’s almost as if you have a new persona. Your eyes slowly take in the sight, enjoying this new outfit. Then, you turn to look at yourself in your small mirror next to the window, wanting to see how it appears on your body.

You have a plain brown attire, far different compared to the guests’ lavish colored ones. Your fingers find refuge in your pocket as you let out a self-deprecating laugh and frantically shake your head. This is your kismet, how could you stand a chance against it? You chide yourself internally. But, then, you jolt, suddenly remembering the ringing bells.

Glancing behind you, you are reminded of the apprenticeship of the girl, the dreaded task. Holding her dirty clothes in hand, she’s just standing beside you in silence, as if she doesn’t want to interrupt your thoughts. You silently take a mental note of that. She, unexpectedly, is rather considerate.

You then reach out a hand to her, and she takes it. Confused, you stare at her. You mean to take her dirty clothes, not her hand. You look at her, then at the clothes. Finally understanding, she slowly removes her hand from yours, her cheeks gradually glowing a shade of pink as she passes you her dress.

Pretending to disregard the previous ordeal, you throw the dirty clothing in the clothes basket and step out of your room, taking big steps at a time. You have completely lost track of time. This is the first time you’re late, and you have no idea what to expect upon arriving at the ballroom.

Quietly slipping into the ballroom, it seems that everyone is too preoccupied in their fun to notice you and the other girl arrive. Scurrying over to the bartender, you hand her a tray of champagne, and motion for her to give it out to guests. She gracefully nods, and moves into the crowd not long after.

Finally alone, you take a good look at your surroundings. The band is playing up an instrumental piece, reflecting off the four walls and ringing throughout the room. A chandelier hung proudly in the centre, radiating such warmth and joy to the atmosphere.

Your eyes trace over the walls, a glittering silver, so bright and shiny you feel the need to shield yourself from their glare. A group of women walk past you, with flowing, intricate designs on their gowns, beautiful shades of pastel. The faint scent of roses fill your senses and it brings you serenity.

Hearing their low chatter and occasional laughter, you felt incredibly out of place. Right, you never had a place here to begin with. The ambience around you makes you feel a little bit better. But you still couldn’t help but sigh.

Trying to get those negative thoughts out of your head, your hands reach out to a tray as well. As you ready yourself for the task, a cold hand touches your shoulder.

“Why are you late?”

You jump in shock, newfound adrenaline suddenly coursing through you as you gulp slowly and turn around. That high-pitched, piercing voice could only belong to one person: Reina. As you expected, it is her. Panicking internally, you tell her the first thing that comes to mind: your trainee had constipation and you had to wait for her.

Reina’s eyebrows rise in suspicion, and you pray that she wouldn’t see the small bead of cold sweat roll down your forehead.

Not telling you anything else, Reina walks away. Perhaps that is a good sign, since she didn’t rebuke you. Your chest heaves, a small sigh of relief leaving your lips. You heartbeat slowly returns to normal, that is, until you catch the sight of Reina speaking to the queen. Suddenly anxious, you worry about what Reina had told the queen. You hope it’s not your lack of punctuality.

You don’t know why. But at this pivotal moment, it did not matter. But you hurry toward the door of the ballroom impulsively, and instantly regret it. Small feet thumping the ground with a quick tempo, you contemplate to look behind you. And, after much thought, you do.. You watch in horror, as the queen’s gaze is seemingly fixed on you. You can feel her anger.

You know you should have said something when Reina instructed you to mentor the girl. Peeking at the scabs on your knees, you cringe as the pain soon begins to take over your body and lessens your speed. Muttering profanities under your breath, you still push on. From the corner of your eyes, you can see royal guards coming after you.

You know that if they caught you, your punishment wouldn't be just banishing to another kingdom. Shivering as you think of all sorts of gore, you see the door opening inch by inch. You tug at the door as it opened with a creak. Before closing it, you hear the queen scream in pure rage.

The fear completely paralyzes you, and the more you think about running away, or simply moving a bit, the more you feel discouraged and utterly terrified. You hear the queen yell “SHOUTOOOOOO,” and the ballroom becomes dead quiet. You don’t know whether to feel relieved or not since she isn’t calling for you. You think, maybe, something more important has her attention. It is the least of your worries for now, though.

Running along the dimly lit corridors, you find the need to squint, everything in front of you a complete blur. You have no idea where to go, or what you are supposed to do. You surprisingly feel...free.

With no one to control you at this moment, you could roam around the castle to your heart's desire, but you decide against it. You fumble around, placing a hand on the wall to guide you along the way. You then try to find ways to be able to see better. By rapidly blinking, you realize that doing so makes out the outline of your surroundings.

You then see light coming from a corner. You halt, peeking over the wall to see someone coming up with a flashlight. Palms clamming up, you lean against the wall, as if that would do anything. But anything to calm your pounding heart, right?

As you pray that it isn’t any royal guards, you wish fervently that you’d suddenly disappear or turn invisible. Streaks of red and white fill your vision and you frown, confused. Isn’t that…

“P-prince Shouto?” You whisper, almost hoping that he would not hear you.

His heterochromatic orbs widen as if he hadn’t been expecting anyone in these dark hallways. He shines the torchlight toward your face, and you squint from the exposure.

“I’m not going back.”

Tilting your head to the side, you raise an eyebrow. Your eyes flicker over his face, and you accidentally make eye contact with him. Averting your eyes away, it then hit you. You are of close proximity with the prince. Instinctively, you bow. Your hair falls over your head, coming undone. You are still in disbelief that you are face-to-face, less than five feet apart from the prince and-

“Stop with the act. I know Mother sent you after me.” Voice ice cold, he glares at you, with some degree of hatred in his eyes.

Eyes widening, you open your mouth, then quickly close it, not knowing what to say. Frantically neatening up your hair that had been messed from bowing, you whisper. You hope that it will convey your vulnerability.

“I really don't know what’s going on. I’m just a lowly maid who was late for my ballroom duty and the queen looked like she was about to kill me so I just left the ballroom fearing for my life and I’m still fearing for my life. Please don’t-”

Your hands fly to cover your mouth as you fearfully look at Shouto. Then, you mentally reprimand yourself for saying too much and wasting the prince’s time. Deciding that you should probably be on your way, you quickly bow and turn around, taking a step forward.

“Are you trying to run away?”

Shouto’s voice calls out to you a few seconds later. You freeze, not knowing how to answer his question. If you say yes, would he bring you to the queen? If you say no, would he tell the queen about you?

It then hits you. Perhaps… the prince was trying to run away too? Since you did hear the queen yell Shouto’s name. Slowly turning around with a panicked, crooked smile, you reply.

“Yes.”

With your job considered gone and reputation tainted, there is clearly no place for you here anymore.

“Well, great. Me too. Let’s run away together.”

“W-what? What would your mother think? Shouto, think-”

When you stopped yourself, Shouto raises an eyebrow, urging you to continue. 

“I’m sorry for speaking to you informally, Prince Shouto.”

Bracing yourself for any scolding, you force your eyes shut. Nothing comes after that. You try to open your left eye, and Shouto is looking at you, rather amused.

“You have no idea how funny you look right now. Also, honestly speaking, I don't care much for the respect aspect. We’re about the same age, right? What’s there to respect?”

Opening your mouth to protest, you place a finger in the air.

“But I’m just a lowly maid and you’re a prince and I shouldn't be talking to you in this way because I’m kind of like a peasant and you’re like, so amazing and royal and high class and all that and-”

“Gosh, do you ever shut up?”

His ice cold expression is gone and is replaced by a warm smile. You never thought you would see him smile. Since, after all, whenever you had attended to him on any occasion, his eyes would be devoid of any emotion, lips awfully straight with a constant uninterested vibe.

“I guess not,” you respond playfully.

“Besides, this is fate isn’t it? Who would have thought that we’d meet each other here? Look at it as a fortunate stroke of serendipity, you can’t control your destiny you know?”

You are in a daze, still in shock, as Shouto half-drags you along with him, trying to find his way out of the castle with the torchlight lighting the way. No idea where he is going, you decide to trust Shouto wholeheartedly. It then hits you.

This isn’t right.

Both he and you know that you, a lowly maid, and him, a royal prince, together would be a force to be reckoned with. It may even cause all hell to break loose. But realistically speaking, what can you do in this situation?

It may be a mistake; but it’s going to be a beautiful one. You are going to make sure it is a beautiful one. Besides, Shouto is right.

What chance do you stand against kismet, really?

taglist: @bnha-homeroom

[hopeless-lovex0]

I HAVE A DREAM (PART 6)

Kim Hongjoong Fanfic

Warning: Angst. Cheating. Heartbreak. Cursing. Fluff.

Hello fellow Atiny and Kpop stand, I wasn’t able to post Wednesday nor Thursday and I know some of you guys were looking forwards to read part 6 but without further ado here is part 6 of I Have A Dream 🥳🥳

She woke up to the sound of rain lashing down on her rooftop, the silence of the house being disturbed by the harsh water droplets falling from the dark sky.

The vibrations of thunder shake the small two-story house and emits a loud creak from within the place. Y/N tensed up for a second fearing that the small place would cave in on itself but then lightly chuckling from how crazy that would be.

She laid there a couple more seconds before hearing her alarm clock, the irritating ringing causing her to flinch from how unexpected it was. Sluggishly she lifts up her hand and slams it against the annoying piece of technology, the force of her hand causing the alarm clock to fall to the bedroom floor.

Letting her hand hang over the side of the bed she lays there a couple of minutes contemplating whether she should get up and go to work wanting to stay in the comfort of her warm covers the rest of the day, but then she realizes that Mrs. Park would scold her if she didn't take care of herself. Moving under the sheets she lets go of the pillow she was cuddling against and finally sits up, the darkness of the room making her think it's still night.

She hears the continues pitter-patter of the rain hitting her window making her turn towards it. She HATES the rain, the dark clouds surrounding the sky and the heavy feeling it drags along with it. She hates the memories that somehow always make their way back to her.

It was raining when she found them together, the rain falling down on her when she was breaking down somehow causing her to lose herself for a couple of days. The worse days of her life she would say, she was scared of how much she had changed after that night barely able to recognize herself in the mirror.

After a week she was finally able to come down to earth and take care of herself, she'll be damned if she let a man break her down. The thought of her baby also served as a motivation to her, wanting to give birth to a healthy baby and live in the small house she resides in now.

The room across her turned into a nursery after living in the village for a month. She felt the happiness of having a baby creep up on her letting her know that she was going to be alright with or without a man.

Shaking her head, she carefully steps out of the warm mattress, watching her step for the fallen alarm clock. Stumbling towards the dresser she opens it and takes out an outfit for the day, making sure that the clothing complimented each other or else Mrs. Park would roast her being the fashionista she is.

Setting her clothes down on her bed she walks towards her bathroom and turns on the showerhead, placing her hand over the water to make sure the temperature is just right for her. Feeling the warm water trickle down her hand, she turns towards her sink and takes her toothbrush and toothpaste figuring that she should just shower and brush her teeth at the same time as to save time.

Washing down her body with a little bit of struggle from the small baby bump she sighs to herself, the thought of her struggling with a much bigger belly to clean herself makes her huff in defeat.

Finishing up her shower she slowly steps out the tub and takes the white fluffy towel placed next to the curtain. Patting herself down she wraps it around herself and walks out the bathroom towards where she laid down her clothes.

She slipped on her comfy dark jeans and white long sleeve sweatshirt, the outfit was plain but still stylish as to not upset Mrs. Park with her lack of fashion.

Walking down the stairs, she steps over to the main entrance towards the shoe cubert. Kneeling down, she carefully opens the bottom of the cubert and takes out a pair of dark blue rain boots. Cleaning everything up she walks towards the small white couch near the exit and sits down with a huff, all the walking around making her lose her breath.

Leaning back against the couch she sits there a couple minutes rubbing her stomach before she sits back up and tugs on the rain boots knowing that her ride will be here anytime soon.

As in cue, honking comes from outside her house and Y/N curses out loud, quickly and carefully scrambling to get her belongings and to not keep the person outside waiting. Once at the door she shoves everything inside her purse and takes the raincoat next to the door as well as her keys not wanting to be locked out her house later on.

Once outside she locks her door and then walks towards the car parked in front letting the big water droplets hit her raincoat, too lazy to open up her umbrella.

She opens up the passenger door and quickly sits down wanting to get out of the rain already. “ Woooow look at you! The wet dog look is amazing on you!” She hears someone say on her left, snorting out and rolling her eyes at the driver.

She turns towards Kyung Mi, the villages teacher and lightly punches her in the arm already getting used to her teasing knowing she means no harm with her comments.

“ You like it? I got inspiration from you after that one time you fell in a puddle.” Y/N snickers out watching as Kyung Mi begins to turn red from embarrassment. “ HEY! You know we never talk about that okay! It could hurt my reputation around here.” Kyung yells at her not wanting to remember such humiliating memory.

“ What reputation? You take care of little kids who drool and slobber all over you and on occasions piss on you.” Y/N laughs out causing Kyung Mi to roll her eyes but she doesn't miss the twitch from her upper lip letting her know that she's holding back a smile.

“ Yeah laugh all you want but in a couple months you'll be getting slobbered and pissed on too.” Kyung says as she points towards Y/N baby bump. “ Yeah well, I can't wait for those times because at least I’ll finally have my baby with me.” Y/N says as she taps her stomach causing Kyung Mi to coo at her from the driver's seat.

“ Okay you cheesy momma bear stop with the cute stuff, you'll make my cold heart melt.” Kyung says but still gives her a small smile letting her know that she’s happy for her. “ Did you hear the big news recently?” Kyung asks her and Y/N shakes her head in confusion.

“ You know that big house a couple ways away from the town square?” She asks her and Y/N hums in acknowledgment while looking out the window. “ Apparently, there's a group of people moving in today. My neighbor said that he saw tons of people working on furnishing it and getting it ready yesterday.” Kyung says as she drives towards the town square where they both work at.

“ Really? Didn't someone say that the house was for celebrities or something since it's so expensive to rent?” Y/N mumbles out confusing plastered all over her face. “ That's why is such a big deal, apparently the people moving in are celebrities! Can you believe that!?!?” Kyung exclaims out loud startling Y/N at the same time.

“ What if they are cute! I can finally find myself a hot and rich girl Y/N! I can move out of this place and I'll take you with me. How amazing would that be!!” Kyung says excitingly taking one hand off the steering wheel and placing it on Y/N’s shoulder slightly shaking her as she talks.

“ Don't get your hopes up MiMi, it's probably just a bunch of old businessmen wanting to take a break.” Y/N chuckles out while patting Kyungs hand that is still placed on her shoulder. She hears Kyung sigh out and watches as she nods her head “ You're probably right, but that doesn't mean there won't be a cute assistant or even maid so I'll take what I can get.” Kyung says as she smiles at Y/N causing both of them to go into a fit of giggles.

Feeling the car stop, Y/N looks up and sees that they are parked in front of her job which seems to already be opened as the lights from inside are on. “ Don't worry, you'll probably find a nice girl to settle down with sooner or later.” Y/N says as she turns towards Kyung and pats her on the head causing Kyung to snort out a laugh.

“ Okay fashionista I believe you. Now go and have fun at work and call me later on if you need a ride home in case it's still raining okay?” Kyung says as she watches Y/N exit the car. Turning around Y/N gives her a thumbs up and watches as Kyung finally drives off towards the village's small school.

With a deep sigh, Y/N turns around and walks towards the boutique already expecting Mrs. Park to shove down some food down her throat in order to keep her healthy. As she walks closer she hears Mrs. Park’s loud voice coming from the back of the room and she shakes her head not once regretting ever applying here. Walking towards the back she prepares herself for a day filled with clothing and pampering.

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They had left earlier than expected, the big bus taking them to Incheon arriving earlier in the day. From fear of having to pay more than they were told staff immediately rushed to getting every single boy in that bus and making sure their luggage was placed in the bottom portion of the bus.

In under an hour, they were able to get everyone on the bus and help with some last-minute packing before they finally set out towards Incheon.

The bus was quiet apart from some constant shuffling from some of the guys who had gone back to sleep, the rain combined with the smooth driving lulling them back into dreamland. Towards the back of the bus sat San, staring out the window as the rain fell heavily from the dark clouds.

He wanted to sleep, the heaviness from his eyelids and warmth that wooyoung was providing from beside him causing him to yawn but he couldn't. Mind wrapped up with the thought of her.

How was she doing? Was she taking care of herself? Is the baby okay? Does she know the gender? Constant unanswered questions floated inside his head and caused him to lose sleep multiple times throughout the 3 months that went by.

Turning to look towards the rest of the guys he located the one he was currently thinking about. Two rows away from him sat hongjoong, leaning against the window knocked out and snoring loudly against it causing it to fog up. San glared in disgust, how could he sleep so soundly after what he had done, sleep so calmly knowing that he ruined Y/N’s life and could have potentially ruined her trust in men altogether.

He glared at him with pure fire in his eyes and as if Hongjoong felt the intensity of his stare he watched as Hongjoong stirred and slightly woke up turning his head lightly then snapping his head back once he realized it was San who was staring at him.

Letting out a scoff San finally removed his stare from Hongjoong and continued to look out the window. He felt his body relax from the calming atmosphere and with that he lets his eyes close, letting sleep envelop him like a blanket.

. . . . . . . . .

“ San... San Hyung wake up, where here already.” San hears as he feels himself being shaken awake by wooyoung. Lifting his head from where it was resting against the window he catches sight of the big almost mansion-like house resting on top of a small hill.

Gathering his things, he shoves his phone into his pockets and lifts himself off the seat noticing that wooyoung decided to stand there and wait for him. Walking out together, San notices that he was probably the last one to exit the bus as the rest of the guys are already running towards the house in excitement and also in fear of getting wet from the small drizzle of rain.

Shaking his head, he begins to walk towards the house with wooyoung in toe. Up close the house is actually smaller than it looks like from down where the bus is parked but nonetheless still a decently big place. Arriving at the doorway he notices all their luggage stacked up against the left side of the big entrance and he quickly walks towards it wanting to take a shower and eat.

The rest of the guys seem to have the same idea because all at once they rush towards the mountain of suitcases and bags to last them a month startling the manager that would be staying with them.

“ Now, this is a big place but you guys will still have roommates just to make sure you guys spend more time together okay?” Says the manager and the guys grumble curses under their breaths seeming to have been looking forward to getting their own room which won't be happening now.

They wait as the manager takes out a clipboard from his bag and begins to call out names. San waits for his name to be called then immediately feels his body turn cold when he realizes that the only person left to room with is Hongjoong.

“ Okay last but not least San and Hong-” begins the manager but before he could finish San harshly interrupt him. “ No. I won't room with him so either you give me my own room or change roommates with someone else.” He says and he doesn't miss the way Hongjoong flinches from his tone.

The manager begins to stumble over his words, never have seen San tense up like he did just now and how hostile he was towards Hongjoong. In his mind, he prays that this break can somehow rekindle their friendship.

Seonghwa noticing how flustered the manager got from the situation decides to speak up not wanting to make him or the rest of the guys uncomfortable. “ I'll switch roommates with San, wooyoung and him can get a room together and I'll stick with Hongjoong.” He says and watches how the manager lets a breath out of relief and nods his head multiple times.

Not being able to stand the tense air the manager quickly turns around and begins walking towards a long hallway calling the boys after him and leading them into their rooms.

Once they are all finally settled in their big rooms, they all begin to unpack wanting nothing more than to eat, take a long hot shower and sleep. San is still tense from the situation and Wooyoung seems to notice because he grabs San by the shoulders and takes him back towards the front entrance.

“ Come on, let's go get some food and clear your head while we're at it. I'll let the manager know so we don't get in trouble.” Wooyoung says as he shoves his feet into his worn-out sneakers. San doesn't seem to hesitate and does so as well wanting to get out and relax for a while.

Grabbing ahold of some umbrellas they both exit the big house and begin to walk towards the path leading to the town square. San mindlessly walks after wooyoung not knowing where they are going. “ Where exactly are we going?” San asks and they walk a couple minutes in silence before wooyoung answers him.

“ I woke up before you on the way here and I did some research on this place. It's a pretty small village, only about 4,000 people live here but that's good since we won't be recognized. I also saw that they have a really popular restaurant around the town square. Good food and good service so that's where we are going.” Wooyoung says and San only hums in acknowledgment trusting that wooyoung knows his way around from just google maps.

Walking for a couple more minutes they immediately know they are in the town square from how light up and lively the place is even if the weather isn't the best at the moment. Walking deeper into the town square, they get looks from the locals and hear as they start to whisper but none seems to recognize them probably just talking about a new face in town.

They continue to walk before they stop in front of a small restaurant filled with people, the small establishment bustling with life. Walking up towards the door they are immediately surrounded by the smell of meat and kimchi making their mouth water from the scent. They scan around the place and quickly realize just how packed it is, the whole place filled with various families and couples.

“ Should we just order to go? ” Asks wooyoung and San quickly agrees, not in the mood to be surrounded by people. They step up towards the small counter and greet the little old lady sitting behind it before they start to order, knowing that if they just get for themselves the rest of the guys would kill them so they place a big order for everyone.

Being told that the order would take 30 minutes max, they decide to sit against the bench located in front of the window and wait for their food. They sit there in silence but San can see from the corner of his eye that wooyoung want to say something, opening then closing his mouth multiple times.

Finally gathering his thought wooyoung begins to speak. “ You know we can't keep this up right...?” He says and San lets out a sigh from the question. “ I know... I want to forget about it and go back to the way it was but I-.. I don-...” San stumbles over his words not knowing how to express himself, wooyoung seems to sense this because he carefully places his hand on his shoulder and San brings his hand up to grip onto his hand letting him know that he appreciates the gesture.

“ You are the only one who knew how I felt about her and how much I suffered in order to let her be happy with hongjoong. I saw how happy she was with him and how in love she was and it broke my heart knowing that it would never be me and then he does that to her. ” San says not missing the way his voice starts to quiver.

Taking a deep breath he begins to speak again. “ It felt like a punch in the face after she texted us and I wanted nothing more than to take her pain away. I should have let her know, even if it wasn't my place or yours we let her get hurt by not telling her sooner and it honestly breaks my heart.” he says and wooyoung brings him into a hug knowing that San needs to let everything out.

“ And then we found that pregnancy test and it just felt like someone took my heart and ripped it into pieces. Can you imagine the excitement she went through when she found out she was pregnant? She always said that she wanted kids, and the minute she finds out she might be having one everything else just went downhill.” San says as he grips onto wooyoung, wanting to be held by someone.

“ I LOVE her wooyoung, and I'll travel the whole world to find her again and be the one to mend her back together. I want to be the one who she calls home and lays asleep in my arms at night. I want her child to call me dad because I know damn well I can be a better one than hongjoong.” he sniffs out, trying his hardest to keep himself together in public.

“ I know you will and I want you to know that I support you 100%. Y/N deserves the whole world after what she's been through and I know that you are the only one who can give it to her.” wooyoung says as he pats San on the back wanting to comfort him as best as he can.

They sit there in each others embrace for a couple of minutes before San finally pulls away, lifting his trembling hands and wiping under his eyes to get rid of the tears that managed to slid down his face. Chuckling to himself he shakes his head and turns to look at wooyoung. “ Hey.. Thanks man I really neede-.... Wooyoung..?” San begins to say but stops once he notices wooyoung’s flabbergasted expression. Lifting up his hand he waves it in front of his face and that seems to snap him out of it.

Wooyoung stutters out something but can't seem to form a proper sentence, noticing San’s confused expression he slowly lifts up a shaky finger pointing at something across the street. San turning around as he had his back towards the window looks at what wooyoung seems to be pointing at before his heart stops completely.

Across the street where a small clothing boutique stands in place are two women talking animatedly under the cover of the store, trying to shield away from the small drizzle of rain. They watch as the older lady of the duo leans forward to place a kiss on the other woman's cheek before leaning down towards her stomach and kissing it as well.

That's when San finally takes her whole appearance in having been staring at her face the whole time. The swell of her stomach causing her white long sleeve sweatshirt to stretch out, letting everyone know that she is currently pregnant.

They both stare in awe as they watch the older lady walk away with a final goodbye and other one walk the opposite direction opening up a big clear umbrella and holding it above her head.

Watching her walk away snaps them back into reality and wooyoung seems to gain his ability to speak again, whispering out the name of the girl they just found “... Y/N..?” he says and San turns around to look at him still too shocked to speak.

They stare at each other for a couple of seconds before the old lady at the register calls out their names letting them know that their food is ready. Scrambling to pay for the food they both exit the restaurant and rush back towards the house knowing what they have to do. Arriving there in under 10 minutes from how fast they were running as well as how close it was they burst through the doors startling the people who are present at the kitchen across the entrance.

“ GUYS COME HERE RIGHT NOW!” Yells out wooyoung and from the sound of his voice, the guys seem to know it's urgent as they rush out the kitchen all already dressed in their PJs.

“ What happened?!?!?” asks SeongHwa as he sees how shocked they are from their facial expressions, San not even uttering a word out just staring into space.

“ We found them.” San says, sounding like he's out of breath and all the guys stare at each other in confusion. “ Found who..?” asks Yunho and wooyoung grabs his shoulder in excitement.

“ We found Y/N!”

Wooyoung screams out and the rest of the guys gawk at them, minds immediately going blank from the information just thrown at them.

“ What do you mean you found Y/N?!?!? You mean to tell me you saw her here? At this location?!?!” Mingi utters out too surprises to even raise his voice. Wooyoung nods his head rapidly and they all fall into silence.

“ Wait! San said them..? Does that mean that she is actually pregnant..?” calls out yeosang and the rest of the guys snap their heads towards the dancing duo, eagerly waiting for one them to answer. They watch as San lifts up his head, the same flabbergasted expression on his face and he nods slowly causing the rest of the guys to gasp out in shock.

They knew there was a possibility of that pregnancy test being positive, they just didn't expect it to be true.

They all stand in silence taking all the information in before San jumps up in a hurry startling the rest of guys from how fast he got up. “ Guys... Where's Hongjoong...?” He asks and the rest of the guys tense up quickly losing color on their faces.

“ He left a couple minutes after you guys left, he was mumbling something about being alone.” Jongho says and the rest of the guys curse out. “ What direction did he go?! Did you see where he went!?!?” Wooyoung fires at him rapidly, not liking where this is going.

“ He walked the same direction you guys went, towards the town square, but instead of going all the way into the center he walked towards the little village houses.” He says and San and wooyoung completely freak out.

“ FUCK.” yells out San and the rest of the guys flinch from how mad he sounds. “ What?!? What's wrong with that?!?!” calls out SeongHwa and they watch as San spins around to look at them.

“ That's the direction Y/N was heading!” He growls out and the guys feel a cold shiver go down their spins, not liking what's about to happen.

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Hongjoong pulls his black puffy jacket closer to him, feeling shivers all over his body from how cold the night is the rain not doing anything to help it as well.

He knew that he should have brought an umbrella or put on more layers to keep himself warm, but the tense atmosphere around the house revolving around him and the guys was suffocating and he just had to get out of there.

He walked down the path leading towards the town square but instead of going all the way into town he branched off into the road leading to the village houses. When they were close to arriving he woke up from his deep slumber and watched all the little houses filled with families, along the way passing a small park and that where he was standing now.

Walking in the rain, he quickly found an empty bench to sit on and rest. He inhaled the fresh air the village provided feeling different from the air polluted city, and he lets the water droplets hit his face. He watches as a couple runs for cover from the rain, having their hands covering their faces so the rain won't hit them. He watches as they finally find cover under a house and burst out giggling leaning against each other and finally giving each other sweet pecks on the lips causing Hongjoong to wince at the sight.

Looking away he feels his throat clench up and his eyes to water but he stops himself from crying. Ever since he did what he did, he has never hated himself more than the day she left, every day he would sneakily go to her abandoned apartment not wanting the guys to know. He would lay on her side of the bed and grip onto her pillow, sobbing loudly not wanting her fragrance to leave the plush fabric. Even going as far as buying the same perfume she would wear and spraying it back on her pillow, trying so hard to keep the memory of her in his thoughts.

It was hard every day to live without her and Hongjoong never realized this after she left, taking everything he loved about her with her. Not knowing if she was pregnant or not he prayed that he could find her before she possibly gave birth, wanting to be apart of her and his child lives again.

Humming seems to break Hongjoong out of his thoughts and he swears he's heard that hum before. It takes him a minute to remember the song being hummed before he jumps up in a hurry and wildly looks around the park wanting to find the source of the humming.

The song is familiar to him only because it's the song SHE always used to sing, telling him that her mother used to sing it to her when she was younger and since then has stuck as a little tradition.

Snapping his head towards the road he sees a figure walking closer and once they walk under the light located in the entrance of the park he feels his brain stop working.

Walking calmly under the slight drizzle of rain is Y/N rubbing her belly bump and humming to it causing Hongjoong to stifle a sob. “ It is real then.” he thinks to himself as he sees her in all her pregnancy glory. She seems to be glowing and the baby bump makes her 10x more beautiful to him, knowing that the child she is carrying is his.

Snapping out of his thoughts he sees a car pull up next to her and his heart starts to race watching as the person rolls down their window.

“ Y/N you little snake!” yells the person inside the car and Hongjoong relaxes a little knowing that the person inside is a woman.

Watching as Y/N walks towards the car, he hears her laugh out loud and it makes his knees wobble from hearing her laugh again.

“ Hey Mimi, what are you talking about?” questions Y/N and the person inside lets out a huff. “ I told you to call me if you needed a ride back home! What the fuck are you doing walking in the cold rain dumbass! Don't you know you could get sick! Are you trying to get sick? What about the baby? I swear I'm like your mother taking care of you!!!” Rants out the girl inside and all Y/N does is let out another laugh and walk towards the passenger side.

“ Get inside right now and you're staying over tonight okay? I gotta make sure that you don't get sick and endanger my godchild!” the female who he now knows as Mimi yells out before opening the passenger door and gesturing Y/N to get inside the car.

He begins to panic once he sees that Y/N is about to walk away from him once again and he starts to walk towards the car weakly calling out to her. He's too late as he watches Y/N close the car door and the car speed down the road leaving him behind in the park.

“ Y/N...!” he finally screams out her name and runs after the car but stumbles on his way out the park falling to his knees and reaching out a hand towards the car, watching as it moves away further from him.

Hearing someone call his name, he turns around to see the rest of the guys running towards him. San being the one leading the pack of overgrown children, they finally stop in front of him watching as Hongjoong breaks down again mumbling one name that causes the guys to look at each other.

He's calling Y/N’s name.

[paladinwife]

For the wedding asks, anything that you didn't get yet for El or Shamir! (Is this a cop out? Yes. Do I care? Nope, I wanna see more wedding stuff) [of-saints-and-demons]

@of-saints-and-demons Oh my god

Going to put this beneath a cut because this is going to be huge

Edelgard:

2.) What theme are they going for? Outdoorsy? Tropical vacation? Maybe a club theme? 

Honestly I guess it doesn’t really have a set theme? It’s a royal wedding with some traditions that go along with that, but other than that it doesn’t have a strong theme.

3.) Who spends the most time picking out their dress/suit? Do they want something simple, or do they want something custom and extravagant? 

Oh my lord, they both take a while to get their clothing because they’re so intricate. Hers, because she is the emperor, is closer to traditional royal wear. It’s a red dress, and quite intricate. Mine was… more up in the air. It ended up being a white dress, with a thick, fluffy skirt. Something like you’d expect for a Disney princess. 

4.) What dessert do they choose? Cannolis? Ice cream sundaes? A classic cake? What flavour do they pick? Is there more than one dessert? 

It’s a poorly kept secret that El loves sweets a lot, so she definitely had some strong opinions on the cake. She didn’t want something boring or overly sweet. It ended up being a light rose flavor. The soft pink color also worked perfectly.

5.) How many people do they both invite? Immediate family and a few close friends, or cousins, second cousins, and A’s aunt’s best friend’s sister? 

As a royal wedding, it’s a fairly big event! However, she doesn’t really plan on inviting just stuffy nobles out of obligation - absolutely including my Eagles friends. Instead, she absolutely invites the Black Eagles Strike Force and all of her other comrades. In an ideal world (like that AU my friends are working on cough) this would definitely include my friends’ Lions and Deer self inserts and their loved ones. As long as they can behave themselves, of course!

6.) Who are the groomsmen/bridesmaids? How many are there? Are they all matching exactly or do they have a few personal touches to their outfits? 

It’s the Black Eagles Strike Force! Generally their outfits match, but they accessorized themselves. Most of them left their outfits plain, with the notable exceptions of Ferdie (who in my mind is wearing a matching accessory with @duchess-aegir) and Dorothea.

7.) Who is the best man and/or maid of honour? 

Things get confusing again because we’re both girls and it didn’t make sense to have to divide it by gender! So El picked Hubert and I picked Caspar. Hubert takes his duties as best man super duper seriously and Caspar is just happy to help.

8.) Who’s walking down the isle? Who’s walking them? Does either of them start to get emotional as they see their future spouse for the first time in a day? 

The original plan was to have us both walk, but that was a little bit too “Oh, you’re approaching me?”. So she walked first and I came down after. She did tear up a little, but she’s generally good at keeping her cool. I also teared up a little and only just kept it together.

9.) Does anyone object or not approve of the marriage? If so, are they shunned and kicked out for speaking out against their love? 

Oh my god. I think Hubert would end them if they even considered it.

11.) Best man’s / maid of honour speech. Is it all sappy and serious, or does it have some humour and sweetness to it? Are they nervous? Are they proud? 

Hubert actually put together something pretty serious and heartfelt. I think it caught everyone off guard. Caspar was much more disorganized, but he’s genuine to a fault. It’s easy to see how happy he was about the whole thing.

13.) Do they immediately leave for their honeymoon the day after, or do they push it to perhaps the week after to prepare and just live their life as a newly wed couple? Where is the honeymoon taking place? How long do they stay? 

We decided to give it a day to recover after the wedding (and the night after) so that we could prepare to travel. We end up going somewhere sunnier in the southern part of the Empire. Finally, she can have some time to relax and just be with me! It lasts maybe a week or so, not including travel time.

14.) Do they enjoy opening their gifts or do they just ask for money to buy their own things? 

Edelgard didn’t ask for either. She didn’t feel right doing it as empress and only wanted people to enjoy the wedding. This didn’t stop most of the BESF from bringing gifts, though. She was really touched by them being so thoughtful, I think.

15.) How do they wake up every morning after, knowing they’re married to the person they love the most? 

She’s so happy. Happier and more comfortable than she’s ever been. Which is all I want, really.

16.) When they grow old together, will they reminisce about their wedding day? Perhaps they dig up some old photos to look at. Will they try and see if they still fit into their suits/dresses? 

I don’t think she tries to fit into the dress again, but she takes very special care of the keepsakes. The dresses are carefully preserved, and any pictures are treasured dearly. She treasures the memories dearly and likes having a physical reminder of them.

Shamir:

1.) Who proposes? Where do they propose? What does the ring look like? Do they both have engagement rings?

It was Shamir, basically out of a “couldn’t handle it anymore” feeling. She didn’t exactly plan where, it was more a matter of just getting me somewhere alone. It ended up working well, though, because the resulting place was a balcony with a nice view of Garreg Mach. The rings match, both silver bands with black gemstones embedded. They’re understated, but she likes it that way.

3.) Who spends the most time picking out their dress/suit? Do they want something simple, or do they want something custom and extravagant?

She isn’t terribly concerned with what she wears. She prefers something on the simple side. I, however, am a bit more willing to go with something more frilly, and I’m more careful choosing what I wear. The end result actually kind of works well because of the contrast between our outfits.

5.) How many people do they both invite? Immediate family and a few close friends, or cousins, second cousins, and A’s aunt’s best friend’s sister?

The wedding is tiny, basically very close comrades and friends only. She didn’t want a huge ordeal, just being able to celebrate this with the people she values the most. 

6.) Who are the groomsmen/bridesmaids? How many are there? Are they all matching exactly or do they have a few personal touches to their outfits?

There really isn’t a wedding party beyond Catherine and Manuela! It’s just such a small event, there didn’t need to be more.

8.) Who’s walking down the isle? Who’s walking them? Does either of them start to get emotional as they see their future spouse for the first time in a day?

There was a lot of confusion about this, and Shamir was almost ready to say there’s no need to walk down the aisle. Instead we ended up coming out together, hand in hand. She kept a fairly calm face, but her hand was shaking.

9.) Does anyone object or not approve of the marriage? If so, are they shunned and kicked out for speaking out against their love?

Oh my god, I think Shamir herself would end anyone who even considered it.

12.) How do they do on their first dance? Is it all quiet and romantic or do they just try to have a good time, laughing and dancing through the room?

I’ll be real with you, Shamir has absolutely no clue how to ballroom dance. It’s not exactly something one picks up as a traveling mercenary. Instead she just focuses on me instead of how well she can dance. Somehow, though, it ends up as just the right kind of intimate moment to make her smile a bit. Besides - I don’t mind leading.