The Norwegian Bunad and Wedding Attire
You might have heard of the traditional folk costumes of Norway; the bunad. In case you aren't familiar, here are some examples;
These are mostly worn for special occasions; constitution day, confirmations, anniversaries, christmas celebrations, graduation day, and of course - weddings, which is what this post will be about!
For Norwegian weddings, it's most common to see the bride wearing white and some guests wearing their bunad. There is however bunader that are designed for the bride to wear, which is the bunad I will be showing you today; brudebunad! (trans. bride bunad)
Keep in mind that bunader are very region-specific, and traditionally you wear the bunad of the place you grew up, or alternatively where one of your parents is from (there's also people who inherit their bunad from relatives; like me!). Some brudebunad consist of the regular bunad but with added jewellery and a crown; others have a specific brudebunad. Many are custom made or reconstructed from known older bunader.
Now, on to the brudebunad;
I'm starting us off with the bunad that my mom wore; Romsdalsbunad, from Møre og Romsdal. (that's her on her wedding day in the picture!)
2. from Hallingdal, Buskerud
3. from Hardanger (general)
4. from Sørre Valdres
5. from Voss, Vestland
6. from Nordhordland, Vestland
7. from Ålmli, Aust-Agder
Hope this gave inspiration, whether it's for your Norwegian characters who are getting married or for a fantasy people who is inspired by Scandinavia!<3
If I got any of them very wrong, please let me know!
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Indecent Proposal (An academic rivals to lovers fanfic) - Tim Drake x Latina!Fem!Reader.
Sinopsis: Being a scholarship student at Gotham's most expensive school is not easy, especially when your academic rival, your nemesis, who coincidentally is the owner's son, decides to make you a rather usual proposition.
Tropes: Academic rivals-to-lovers, contract/bet, he loved her all this time, everyone else sees it except them, opposites attract, etc.
A/N: Hi guys! I hope you had enjoyed the holidays! So, just to warn you guys, the uptades may become more sparse due to the return to school, but I will continue doing my best to update at least once a week :/
Also, I just wanted to say that I'm very gratefull for every interaction from you guys ❤️
They keep me motivated to keep writing and I simply love to know what you guys think about Indecent Proposal. It makes me feel like we're all on the same boat, I don't know how to explain it lol.
Anyways, tysm for evething!
(Also, this chapter's song is just because it has been playing in my head non stop because of TikTok. I WANNA BE SAAAAVED)
For those of you that want to read some chapters ahead, feel free to acess my AO3 account here.
Warnings: Alysanne lightly fantasysing with Daddy!Batman (but to be fair, let he who has never sinned cast the first stone,I know I'm not going to be the one.)
Wordcount: 1715.
Chapter thirteen
Chapter Fourteen: Pictures Don't Lie
When you arrived at the studio, Aly was already in their costume, making the last adjustments. You couldn’t help but smile. They looked fucking stunning.
— There she is! — Aly exclaimed as you sat on one of the armchairs, waiting — The it girl of the moment.
— It's good to see you too, Alysanne — You said, taking your shoes off. Fabio’s n°1 rule: never wear shoes while trying on your custom-made clothes — Where’s Fabio?
— I have no idea, I think he said something about grabbing some pins — Aly said, looking at themselves in the mirror — I personally think he meant I’m skinny. Your costume is in the change room, he asked for you to try it on so that he would be back in a minute.
You got inside the change room and saw the beautiful white dress. You could easily be mistaken by a minimalist bride in this dress. The silk was so soft and shiny… the draped bust would make your breasts look even more amazing. You wondered what Tim would think when he saw you in this dress. You giggled like a child, wondering how much this dress cost. Aly loved to pamper you.
— You’ve already hidden your lover’s face from me, don’t hide the dress too! — Aly exclaimed from the outside. You finished putting the dress on and after a good five minutes trying to strap the wings to yourself alone, you got out of the changing room and asked Aly to help you. They helped you and you got to the mirror step to see it better — If i were a woman, I would envy you so much.
You laughed at Aly’s comment.
— I’m serious! — They exclaimed — You’re the only person I know that can make a romantic costume look hot without shortening your skirt or lowering the neckline.
— Thank you, Aly — You said — You’re also rocking. You look simply amazing. The jewellery pieces will compliment the look so much you definitely are going to get Paris Hilton’s blessing.
— Oh, I’m sure I will — They said, smiling — It would be very dumb of her not to choose me as her successor. I mean, I’m thin, I’m blonde and my tan comes straight from Aruba.
— Good that you know — You said.
After you guys took some photos for Aly’s instagram, they started to question you.
— Why don’t we call your Dilf Playboy so that he can see how you look good? — They asked, seated on the armchair beside you. You laughed.
— He is our age, Aly — You tried to guide the conversation — And I can’t show him.
— Why not? Is there anything of yours he hasn't seen yet? No slutshaming obviously.
You laughed loudly.
— Yes, Aly. There are parts of me he hasn’t seen yet — You said — And he is a cheesy motherfucker. Would try to match costumes with me, and then everybody would know about our… thing.
— You can just call it a relationship, you know?
— We are not dating. It’s purely physical.
— Maybe for you and that cold heart of yours — Aly pointed, fidgeting with the hem of their gown.
— I’m not cold hearted — You answered, a bit offended — I just… have more important things. And I don’t want to be in a relationship with him. Things are good the way they are.
— You're really not telling me who your mysterious twink is?
— No, I’m not — You said — At least for now. Maybe after this thing between us end, we can talk shit about him.
— “I’m not cold hearted”, she says — Aly said and rolled their eyes.
You spent some time in silence, watching tv. And then the reality show got interrupted by the news with an interview with Batman.
— Turn the volume up! — Aly exclaimed, worried, since the images were near their father’s work. You did as they asked.
“... The source of the explosion is already being investigated by Red Robin and I, there are no fatal victims and everything will be alright”. Your mind vented. Red Robin. There has been a while since you heard about him. Good to know he is alive. Aly, with a very confused look, turned their head towards you with a devious grin.
— What? — You asked.
— I know why you don’t want to tell me who you’re secretly shagging — They said, leaning towards you. You arche done eyebrow, confused — You’re fucking Batman! — Aly exclaimed as they heard the dark knight voice on the TV. Oh fuck, it was scary how Tim could mimic it almost perfectly — Does he fuck you with the mask on? How big is it?
— What?! No! — You exclaimed, laughing — That man is clearly in his forties, Aly, he could be my father. I’ve told you, he is our age.
— Look, of all the people in this world, you’re the one I’ve least expected to try to gaslight me…
— I’m not, Aly, I swear on my mother’s name.
— I heard his voice, little Y/N. It's Batman!
— No, he’s not! He just is really good at imitating voices — You tried to explain, but Aly wasn’t easily convinced.
— Oh, so he didn’t tell you then — Aly said — I really am a great detective!
— Aly, he is a highschooler — You said, holding their hands — If he was Batman, he would fail every fucking class, and as hard it is for me to admit, he is kinda smart.
— I demand proof.
— What do you want? To see his fucking driver’s licence? Birth certificate? His report card?
— A picture of him will do.
You sighed. There must be a way out of this. You went through your secret gallery, where you kept the pictures you’ve taken together while you engaged in physical activities (you honestly thought it was a bit risky, but you had nothing to lose if these pictures were stolen. Well, maybe your dignity, but at this point you were pretty convinced you’ve already lost it), but they all showed his face or his stomach scar, and Aly had a fucking great memory. They would know it was Tim the second they saw his scar.
— Give me a sec.
You went to the balcony and called for Tim.
— Missing me already? — He asked, his voice echoed. Where the fuck was he that had echo?
— Are you in a cave? — You couldn’t help but ask — Your voice is echoing.
— Oh, I'm in the manor’s gym — He answered.— How can I help you, darling?
— I need a picture of yours — You said, biting your lip nervously — A picture that shows you’re not an old man and that at the same time doesn't show any of your recognizable features.
— That’s a very specific request. May I know why?
— Aly thinks you’re a sugar daddy — You admitted, after a sigh — They’re convinced you’re an old man and I want to prove them wrong. If I don’t, they’ll mock me for eternity.
— You really do hate the idea of having a sugar daddy, don’t you? No one has pampered you enough?I can change that… — He said and you could imagine the grin on his pretty face. Smart ass.
— That’s not the point, Playboy.
— I’ve got you, darling. Remember that picture of us in your bathroom mirror, the one you’re wrapped your legs around my waist?
— The one I asked you to delete? You’ve kept it. Obviously — You said, laughing. You would be mad at him for keeping that picture, but it saved you right now.
— Sorry, I didn’t plan on keeping it, but you look so fucking pretty there that I couldn’t help it.
— That’s okay. Just send it to me, please.
— Sent already, darling.
— Thank you, Playboy.
— You’re welcome, love.
— Bye.
— Kiss you later.
You hung up and walked back into the room. Aly was on the mirror step again and Fabio was back with the pins.
You got in Tim’s chat and opened the photo.
He was right, it was a good photo, but you didn’t want him to have it because of the way you looked at him in it. Too intimate. He was standing with his back turned to your mirror, his wet hair kinda messy and some water droplets sliding on his bruised back. You were being held by him, your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands cupping your ass (gently squeezing, actually, but no one could tell it by the picture), one of your hands grabbing his shoulders, your red nail polish in contrast with his fair skin. You were the one holding the phone and, with your hair wet and slight back, you looked at his smile with flustered cheeks and a sweet smile. Too fucking intimate.
At least, neither his face nor his scars known to the public were showing.
— If you ever say he is old again, Alysanne Taylor Lewis, I’m going to beat your ass — You started getting closer to them. Aly got the phone from your hand and you were not worried that they could get out of the photo and try to discover his identity. You trusted Aly.
— Damn, y/n, you are aggressive in bed — They said, zooming in on Tim's bruises — Nobody would bet on that by looking at your face… always the quiet ones…
— I didn’t do it — You laughed — He got in a fight with his brothers.
— Romeo? — Fabio asked, looking at the photo too. Aly nodded — His back seems incredibly familiar. Weird. I know these measures from someone…
— Maybe you’ve tailored something for him — Aly said, giving your phone back to you — She calls him “Playboy”, so he is certainly on your client’s list.
Fabio looked at you.
— I have no idea, maybe he is — You said, looking at the picture again. Even though Tim was filthy rich, you couldn’t picture him wearing hand made suits. The boy literally showed up at your house wearing jeans and a Flash merch sweater.
— That look on your face — Aly said — Are you sure you’re not in love with him?
— Shut up, Alysanne.
— Maybe Red Robin finally found his match in the competition for your heart. Who would say, a hero and a twink… I guess you don’t really have a type.
You didn’t answer, as you kept looking at your face on the picture before deleting it.
You were not going to let him crawl his way into your heart.
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