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Poses "Strangers in Love"

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Fatherly advice

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Morrigan and Ione at the wedding reception looking gorgeous!

I had to do one kiss picture

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🖤 Tides and Thrones — The Wedding Ceremony

The court waited. The wind stilled. Ione stood beneath the altar, all sharp lines and royal grace—trying not to show how hard he was breathing.

Then she appeared. Morrigan. Black silk, blood-red hair, a crown of thorns. No smile. No hesitation. Just power in heels and storm in her eyes.

She didn’t look away. Neither did he.

Their vows were careful. Controlled. She promised strength. He promised respect. Neither offered softness—yet somehow, it was there anyway.

When the officiant called for the kiss, Ione asked, “Can I?” A nod. One kiss. Quiet. Careful. But it shook them both.

Morrigan turned to the court with practiced ease. Ione just tried to remember how to breathe.

Up next: crowns off, tension high. The ceremony’s over, but Selene’s not done playing. Eryx swore to protect her— ...he just didn’t expect it to involve surviving her mouth. 😈 Stay tuned. It's getting intimate.

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🖤 Tides and Thrones — The Wedding Ceremony

Selene stood barefoot, mischief in her eyes, lace clinging like it had secrets. Eryx looked like he might forget how to breathe.

“I vow to try my best,” he said softly, “even if I don’t always understand you.”

Selene smiled. “I vow to be too much, always barefoot… and not break your heart. Unless you like that.”

Then she kissed him like no one was watching. And Eryx? He kissed her like he’d never stop.

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Next up: dark lace, sharp eyes, and a love that refuses to be soft.

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🖤 Tides and Thrones — The Wedding Ceremony

Selene stood barefoot, mischief in her eyes, lace clinging like it had secrets. Eryx looked like he might forget how to breathe.

“I vow to try my best,” he said softly, “even if I don’t always understand you.”

Selene smiled. “I vow to be too much, always barefoot… and not break your heart. Unless you like that.”

Then she kissed him like no one was watching. And Eryx? He kissed her like he’d never stop.

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Next up: dark lace, sharp eyes, and a love that refuses to be soft.

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My red gen couple - Peter and Jennifer

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Aw the plum siblings

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Then— She appeared. Selene stepped onto the aisle barefoot, her heels swinging lazily from two fingers as if she’d ditched them seconds before arriving. Her gown was white lace—tight. Scandalously tight! She moved like she was gliding—bare toes sinking into the sand like she owned it.

Her blonde hair was twisted into a romantic updo, loose strands framing her face. On her head sat aher silver crown—elegant, feminine, deceptively innocent.

Every step was slow. Deliberate. Daring.

She smiled straight at Eryx.

He froze.

Absolutely, completely froze.

Eryx stood beneath the altar, pale and wide-eyed, hands twitching at his sides like his brain was screaming run, but his body had forgotten how to move.

“She’s going to ruin me,” Eryx thought, as she walked toward him like the tide itself—unavoidable, unstoppable, breathtaking.

And gods help him… he kind of wanted her to.

Selene said “Let’s get married”—but Eryx didn’t know that meant “Brace yourself.”

Next: The Vows. The chaos. The kiss… and of course smut....

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Looooove

visual identification://_booting_mother.exe 🏜️

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Then— She appeared. Selene stepped onto the aisle barefoot, her heels swinging lazily from two fingers as if she’d ditched them seconds before arriving. Her gown was white lace—tight. Scandalously tight! She moved like she was gliding—bare toes sinking into the sand like she owned it.

Her blonde hair was twisted into a romantic updo, loose strands framing her face. On her head sat aher silver crown—elegant, feminine, deceptively innocent.

Every step was slow. Deliberate. Daring.

She smiled straight at Eryx.

He froze.

Absolutely, completely froze.

Eryx stood beneath the altar, pale and wide-eyed, hands twitching at his sides like his brain was screaming run, but his body had forgotten how to move.

“She’s going to ruin me,” Eryx thought, as she walked toward him like the tide itself—unavoidable, unstoppable, breathtaking.

And gods help him… he kind of wanted her to.

Selene said “Let’s get married”—but Eryx didn’t know that meant “Brace yourself.”

Next: The Vows. The chaos. The kiss… and of course smut....

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Are you still using Discord so i can Yap with you 🥰🥰

Sorry nope, it's up there because it has all the past stuff. I'm only here 😍💪

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I'm so excited for Wisteria's story!!

The night before the wedding - Wisteria and Ceto - Meet Archer

Plum Gen

Wisteria stood on the balcony, arms folded tightly across her chest, watching the moonlight paint silver streaks across the courtyard below. The night was too quiet. Too still. Her skin buzzed with frustration.

Down below, Archer Moon wrangled horses shirtless again—of course. Smirking. Flexing. Making it look like some theatrical rebellion. She almost laughed.

But then—she sensed him before she saw him.

Ceto.

Leaning in the archway, shadowed by stone and moonlight. His hair was down, brushing his shoulders, still damp from patrol. He wore grey joggers and a white shirt that clung to him in places it shouldn’t.

Wisteria didn’t turn. “If you’re here to lecture me, save your breath.”

“I’m not,” he said quietly.

She glanced back. “You always watch me like that?”

“Only when you’re about to make a mistake.”

She stepped toward him. Barefoot. Robe barely tied. Voice low. “And what mistake would that be, Commander?”

Ceto’s jaw twitched.

“You know this can’t happen,” he said.

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “So dramatic. I just wanted company.”

His eyes flicked down—at the robe, the bare skin, the shadows between them.

Then he stepped back.

Of course he did.

Wisteria’s voice turned sharp. “Still pretending your loyalty outweighs everything else?”

“It’s not pretend.” His voice was hoarse. “You’re not just anyone. You’re—”

“I’m tired of hearing that.” Her shoulders dropped. “Good night, Ceto.”

He hesitated like he might say more. But then he gave a small, pained nod… and left.

She stayed rooted on the balcony, throat tight, heart pounding.

The air in the hall was warmer, buzzing with torchlight and the faint smell of spiced cake. Wisteria descended the staircase with deliberate calm, every step controlled, every breath heavy.

She spotted Archer Moon lounging on the bench, shirtless (again), polishing an apple on his jeans like he lived in a tavern, not a royal castle. His boots were kicked off. He looked up, saw her, and smirked.

“Well, well. If it isn’t Her Royal Moodiness.”

Wisteria narrowed her eyes. “You’re not supposed to be in here.”

“Neither are you,” he said, biting into the apple. “But here we are.”

She walked past him. Then doubled back, stopping in front of him with a tight glare.

He gestured lazily at her robe. “Let me guess. Commander Killjoy pushed you away again?”

“Shut up, Archer.”

“I’m just saying, for a girl raised in a palace, you sure like chasing unavailable men.”

She stepped closer. “And you sure like mouthing off for someone who works with horses.”

He grinned, leaning forward. “What can I say? I’ve always had a thing for sharp-tongued sea girls.”

Wisteria didn’t flinch. “You think this is flirting?”

“I think this is you, looking for trouble.”

“I think you overestimate your importance.”

His grin deepened. “Nah. I think you underestimate how often you end up standing right here. With me.”

The air stretched between them.

Thick with unsaid things. With tension. With heat neither of them acknowledged.

She looked him over slowly. “Get some sleep, Moon. You’ll need it.”

And then she walked off.

Didn’t look back.

Didn’t need to.

Because she knew he was watching her all the way up the stairs.

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Ready for the wedding! Ah doesn't Selene look gorgeous

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The morning of the wedding - Eryx

Plum Gen

Eryx stirred before dawn, the sky outside still a muted grey, tinged with violet. The ocean breeze crept through a crack in the window, cool against his skin. He lay still for a moment, listening to the hush of the castle. No guards. No waves. Just silence.

The kind that comes before something begins—or ends.

What do you say to the girl you’re about to marry?

Eryx wasn’t sure. But she’d already said enough with one look.

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The night before the wedding - Wisteria and Ceto - Meet Archer

Plum Gen

Wisteria stood on the balcony, arms folded tightly across her chest, watching the moonlight paint silver streaks across the courtyard below. The night was too quiet. Too still. Her skin buzzed with frustration.

Down below, Archer Moon wrangled horses shirtless again—of course. Smirking. Flexing. Making it look like some theatrical rebellion. She almost laughed.

But then—she sensed him before she saw him.

Ceto.

Leaning in the archway, shadowed by stone and moonlight. His hair was down, brushing his shoulders, still damp from patrol. He wore grey joggers and a white shirt that clung to him in places it shouldn’t.

Wisteria didn’t turn. “If you’re here to lecture me, save your breath.”

“I’m not,” he said quietly.

She glanced back. “You always watch me like that?”

“Only when you’re about to make a mistake.”

She stepped toward him. Barefoot. Robe barely tied. Voice low. “And what mistake would that be, Commander?”

Ceto’s jaw twitched.

“You know this can’t happen,” he said.

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “So dramatic. I just wanted company.”

His eyes flicked down—at the robe, the bare skin, the shadows between them.

Then he stepped back.

Of course he did.

Wisteria’s voice turned sharp. “Still pretending your loyalty outweighs everything else?”

“It’s not pretend.” His voice was hoarse. “You’re not just anyone. You’re—”

“I’m tired of hearing that.” Her shoulders dropped. “Good night, Ceto.”

He hesitated like he might say more. But then he gave a small, pained nod… and left.

She stayed rooted on the balcony, throat tight, heart pounding.

The air in the hall was warmer, buzzing with torchlight and the faint smell of spiced cake. Wisteria descended the staircase with deliberate calm, every step controlled, every breath heavy.

She spotted Archer Moon lounging on the bench, shirtless (again), polishing an apple on his jeans like he lived in a tavern, not a royal castle. His boots were kicked off. He looked up, saw her, and smirked.

“Well, well. If it isn’t Her Royal Moodiness.”

Wisteria narrowed her eyes. “You’re not supposed to be in here.”

“Neither are you,” he said, biting into the apple. “But here we are.”

She walked past him. Then doubled back, stopping in front of him with a tight glare.

He gestured lazily at her robe. “Let me guess. Commander Killjoy pushed you away again?”

“Shut up, Archer.”

“I’m just saying, for a girl raised in a palace, you sure like chasing unavailable men.”

She stepped closer. “And you sure like mouthing off for someone who works with horses.”

He grinned, leaning forward. “What can I say? I’ve always had a thing for sharp-tongued sea girls.”

Wisteria didn’t flinch. “You think this is flirting?”

“I think this is you, looking for trouble.”

“I think you overestimate your importance.”

His grin deepened. “Nah. I think you underestimate how often you end up standing right here. With me.”

The air stretched between them.

Thick with unsaid things. With tension. With heat neither of them acknowledged.

She looked him over slowly. “Get some sleep, Moon. You’ll need it.”

And then she walked off.

Didn’t look back.

Didn’t need to.

Because she knew he was watching her all the way up the stairs.

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