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[sdr2lovemail]

Hi there!

I finally got around to request something for Bill ^⁠_⁠^

Could I get some Bill Cipher x reader headcanons during weirdmageddon? How would it look like being by his side as his s/o? I love this yellow triangle so much-

Have a nice day / night! <3

Being Bill Cipher's partner during Weirdmageddon! (GN Reader)

Notes: I'm surprised in all my time of being in the gravity falls fandom I've never written anything for it. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Unhealthy relationships

It’s all reliant on if we’re talking about canon Bill or a more fanon version where he’s capable of love. So I’ll write both!

Canon Bill would keep you around more as a plaything than a partner. A trophy, if you will. He’s taken over the world, the Pines were out of his hair, and all he needed now was a prize! And that little prize would be you! 

He will poke, push, and prod every one of your buttons until you give him a reaction. Getting angry towards him won’t do anything for you. It’ll just bring him to provoke you more.

Bill would give his henchmaniacs free rein to torment you as long as no fatal harm comes to your body.

Any privacy you thought you had is nonexistent. There are eyes everywhere. Literally!

Now, there’s another side I could imagine. It's a side that’s nicer but still nowhere near friendly. If you were a possible disciple of his, wanting to help him start the end of the world, you’d be treated slightly better. 

You’d be more like a servant than a trophy. He would give you more freedom in a way. Like sending you to do tasks that he can’t be bothered to do.

“Hey, disciple. Go run to the never ending forest dimension and send Mother Nature a message. She still owes me something.” There wouldn’t even be time for you to respond before he whisks you away with a snap of his fingers.

Now, moving on to a more romantic version of Bill!

Having been betrothed to the strongest being in the universe, you’ll be absolutely spoiled. Anything across the multiverse is yours. Bill can make it happen!

While he doesn’t need to sleep, he’ll set up a room just for you in the Fearamid. Ever seen a triangle-shaped bed? Well, now you have! The room would be decorated in the gaudiest decorations a demon could think of. I hope you like the color gold, you’ll be seeing it in your nightmares. The room would be soundproof as well. The party isn’t stopping just because Bill’s human needs some rest.

Affection with Bill won’t be typical by human standards. Rather than hugs and gentle touches, he’s a lot more aggressive. Punches on the arm, slaps on the back, and heavy-handed head rubs are more his style. But maybe if you beg, he’ll let you kiss one of his surfaces.

Trips to another dimension are always a fun date idea! You’ll be introduced to species and lands beyond your mortal comprehension. See anything you like here, go ahead and take it back to the Fearamid. What you want is yours to take!

Bill likes to go all out and party. He’s throwing the biggest and most chaotic wedding you’ll ever attend. Any guest that doesn’t bring a nice enough gift is either getting thrown into the worst dimension possible or turned to stone.

Good luck taking that ring off your finger, you’re bound to him for all of eternity!

[haztory]

[Rain, for good luck.]

⤷ johnny "soap" mactavish x f!reader; wedding fluff (w.c 1.5k)

a.n: i cannot stop thinking about a wedding with johnny. here you go

It’s a simple affair, probably at your own insistence, probably in theme considering the equally simple proposal. A presentation of a ring on an early Tuesday morning in your kitchen, your hair messy, sleep still on your breath as you brew two cups of coffee for you and him. He’s on his knee, then. Smiling wide in his sleep shorts, more sure of this than he could have ever been sure of anything. 

The notice of marriage is sent to the registrar that week, a date for your elopement picked for six months later. 

You’re able to squeeze a booking for a country estate beside a lake and it's perfect. Only immediate family and a few of your closest friends are in attendance, the same for Johnny. Your friends bunking in rooms together with his friends, your families closer than they have ever been before, laughter filling the estate as they all come to celebrate the weekend of your wedding. The smile never ceases from Johnny’s face and despite the chaos that comes with the whirlwind decision to get married (and the endless teasing accusations of a hidden pregnancy, of which you vehemently deny and he seems to smugly not deny), Johnny has never looked more content. 

The day of is an exciting blur, beautiful nonetheless. Cloudy, but the sun beams brightly behind them as a slow breeze sways through the estate. You awake in your bridal suite alone until you’re quickly joined by the number of women who flit and bounce through your room in elation. Your bridal party fusses over your makeup, adjusting pieces of your hair lightly to fit the style you want, crying tears of joy all the while. Your dress lays elegantly pressed in its protective sleeve on the neatly made bed, your shoes sitting beside it. 

It’s a snapshot of a moment, delight tangible and permeating. It breathes through the room, light and airy, the anticipation of it—of marrying him— an addictive high that you inhale with deep breaths and hold steady within the locket of your heart. Your dress sits, almost beckoning you into its awaiting caress; Into the future that waits for you in the love and embrace of the man who could hardly delay until dawn broke before asking you to be his forever. You reach for it, letting the long awaited hold consume you—it’s a sweet and dreamy becoming. The softness of the built love enveloping you in the tendrils of its blossoming, and your mother remarks with a teary smile that you are glowing.

You’re walking down the aisle an hour later. Johnny stands at the end, dressed in the ceremonial regimental uniform, and the smile—the same smile that’s been plastered on his face the whole weekend since you arrived at the estate, the same smile that greets you every morning and night—falters in place when his eyes land on yours. It turns watery, and the breath that he takes upon seeing you is heavy. He’s quick to wipe his eyes with his thumb, but you see it even from the distance. 

You’re married soon thereafter. Pledges exchanged, vows uttered sacredly to one another as only those who matter look on you. Even then, it feels like it’s just you two; You and Johnny standing beside the lake as nature sings her blessing into the union, and grants permission for man to kiss his bride. And you’ve kissed Johnny before, many times before, and yet, this one is different. It stills earth and life to this moment; all that could be transforming holy within the second, transcending beyond this plane of existence and into the next. A formidable, stilling, precious moment. 

You become his, he becomes yours. Forever. 

Even when a light drizzle of rain falls upon you in the seal of the kiss, the sky turning a darkening gray in a split second, nothing tramples the becoming. As rain falls harder and your guests run back into the stone house with screeches of shock and surprise on their tongues, you and Johnny fall into a suspended laugh. 

��We should go with them.” You tell your husband—husband— as your veil sticks to you like second skin now from the wet and the point in your heels begins to sink into the mud of the grass. 

“Let’s stay out here.” He tells you, one arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him, the other hand cupping the side of your face. Droplets drip down his nose in the downpour, but the grin grows even wider as he leans forward for another kiss, “I wan’ tae enjoy my wife.”

Shared kisses turn feverish in a slow burn, Johnny pulling more and more from the depths of you as his hold tightens and you both stand alone to bask in the luck of your joy. Eternity could be spent out here, and you suppose maybe that’s what marriage is all about. Only when you are called inside by your respective families—”Get oot o’ the rain, ye eejit lovebirds!” His sister had yelled— do you return to the realm of mortals, of simple reality. 

Singing, and dancing, and speeches, drinks spilled and stomachs clenching in on themselves as full bellied laughter turns to painful wheezing. Johnny’s sisters crowd around you, blubbering at how grateful that their bawbag of a brother caught someone like ye, your parents charmed evermore as Johnny sits beside them and talks their ears off about the the history of this particular part of the country, and you catch from the corner of your eye two shared friends of yours finally making their move on one another. Caught in the wistfulness of romance, they lean close to one another and you make a mental note to tell Johnny that he now owes you ten foot massages.

The reception is the gateway to the rest of your life—and it's wonderful.

The party goes well into the night and when you return to your bridal suite, Johnny is in tow. Your heels are held in his hand and his suit jacket is draped over your shoulders. Giggles peter out into tired sighs and he flops onto your bed with little reservation when you open the door. 

“We should consummate.” He mutters to the ceiling, eyes closed as you unlace his dress shoes and tug them off. He heaves a great breath of relief when they’re off of his feet, “Lemme make a real woman out o’ ye.”

“How romantic.” You laugh, tossing his shoes to the side before falling on top of him, nuzzling your own tired head into the crook of his neck, inhaling the faded scent of his cologne and the warmth of his own musk. His hand caresses your back, following a familiar pattern of tracing onto your spine. “Think I was already a real woman before you met me, though.”

“Aye, ‘s probably why I liked ye so much.”

You hum amusedly and sweet silence befalls the two of you. Slow breaths of honeyed happiness that dips into the steady cadence of welcome sleep. You’re halfway to dozing off entirely when he pats you gently, whispering about a bath. He takes the lead, unzipping your dress and laying it with considerable care on the bed before drawing yourself and him into the shower. He washes you both as you lean against him, the warm spray and the soothing strokes of his hands on your neck, your shoulders, your back, lull you deeper into him, deeper into the embrace of sleep.

You awake the next morning to the filtered light of gentle sunlight in your eyes. It’s hard to fight the stickiness of slumber, especially since you know that you have nothing pressing on the agenda for today—but in the stretch of your body against the sheets warmed with rest, your foot touches that of another; And you realize, you haven’t woken up alone this time. 

Your husband—husband!—sleeps soundly beside you; His hair is pulled in tufts that you know he’ll soon shave back to his signature mohawk come deployment time, deep breaths exhale from his slightly open mouth, the sheets tangled between his legs as one rests in the cool air of the room and the other lies next to yours underneath the duvet. 

It’s quiet in the estate, hardly anyone awake or moving just yet as you sit up in your bed, surveying the state of the room in the glow of a peaceful morning. Johnny’s suit is crumpled by the bathroom floor, your bouquet and other gifted flowers decorate the surfaces around the suite, and your dress lays worn and loved at the foot of the bed, white chiffon spilling over his exposed foot and onto the footbed. 

This is the rest of your life. An eventful night; a romantic sight. Youthful longing and late-night fantasies suddenly forgotten worries as they are fulfilled in this moment alone.

You fall back into the bed, attaching yourself into Johnny’s side and breathing him in. 

“Still need to make an honest woman o’ ye, Mrs. MacTavish.” A glance upward reveals that his eyes are still closed. You fix yourself into him deeper, wrapping your arm around his bare chest as you lay your head against him. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in tighter. 

“‘m counting on it, Mr. MacTavish.”

He smiles and you both return to the homecoming of sleep as rain begins to tap gently on the windows of your life together.

(Rain, for good luck.) 

[strawberrytoki]

Wedding season

(Spencer Reid x reader)

Summary: You and Spencer get invited to a friend's wedding who happens to have a secret agenda: getting Spencer to confess his love for you.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Warnings: none!

Word count: 1,990

a/n: I love this song so much y'all, highly recommend listening while reading.

Perfectly assembled bouquets of carnations, baby's breath, and most notably, white tulips, elegantly wrapped with dainty threads of sage green ribbons adorned the carefully set tables, on which sat calligraphed name cards placed on lace table runners.

It went without saying that your friend Lily, the bride, gave the best wedding planner money could buy a run for their money. She was nothing short of a visionary, and the picturesque venue she orchestrated proved just that. It was nestled in the heart of a serene garden and every avid pinterest enthusiast mom within a 5 mile radius would drool at the sight.

The two of you always talked down on white-themed weddings because of how overdone they were, but as the years went by, you both started to incrementally understand the appeal, they were flexible, and easily customizable. She was able to add her own personal flair by adding in a little splash of sage green. That splash, excluding the ribbons, was your attire. All the bridesmaids were dressed in sage dresses, and the groomsmen with ties to match.

Everybody and their mother was rushing to get married, considering wedding season was about the wrap up. It made sense, the weather wasn't as hot and there was a wider variety of vendors to choose from, so you should be surprised Lily was able to pull this off with the traffic but she was a very plan-oriented person and she expected you to mirror that. Hence, you knew exactly what to expect out of this day, down to the seating chart. What you weren't expecting, though, was seeing Spencer Reid there. The two of you had been coworkers for a while now, and found yourselves becoming close friends over time. You enjoyed his company, and loved how the eccentric ramblings he'd go on seemed to have no end.

The gears in your head started turning, trying to find an explanation as to why he was here, you didn't mind of course, you just found it odd how you weren't aware he was coming, especially considering how the guest list was practically printed on the back of your eyelids. Spencer was also more your friend than he was Lily's, they were acquainted, but not to the extent where he would show up to her wedding unannounced. Besides, it wasn't something he would do anyway. The most logical explanation was that he was a last minute addition so he wasn't accounted for, it still didn't make sense considering Lily's nature, but that's what you decided to chalk it up to for the time being.

He was clad in a well-fitted suit and had his hair styled in groomed chocolate waves that complimented his features. You noticed that he didn't forgo his staple converse shoes and mismatched socks, which amplified his endearing, awkward appeal. You weren't blind, Spencer was undeniably charming, and there was just something about him in a suit that had you weak in the knees. You developed a small, benign crush on him over the period of time you'd known each other, but you didn't want to jeopardize the friendship the two of you had.

"Hey, Spence." You walked up to him from behind, nudging him on the shoulder. He swiftly turned around, greeting you with a wide smile, a smile you didn't see yourself getting tired of in the foreseeable future. "Y/N!" Spencer embraced you in a warm hug, you never got over how healing his hugs were. "You look beautiful, by the way." You smoothed out your dress and smiled at him, "Thanks Spence, you clean up well yourself." A downward smile took over his face, indicating that he appreciated the compliment. "Lily really knows what she's doing, this place looks like it was cut out of a Pierre-Auguste Renoir painting." Spencer mused.

"Uh huh" you slowly nodded, pretending you had the slightest clue what he was talking about. You appreciated the obscure references he always made, and found yourself learning a thing or two every time he opened his mouth. You also loved how he was never condescending whenever he shared what he knew with others.

The two of you started taking a stroll around the garden, watching the guests slowly pour in, and stare in awe at the venue. Although it wasn't your wedding, you felt a sense of warmth inside, knowing the blood, sweat, and tears your friend poured into making it all happen and witnessing her efforts finally come to fruition.

The ceremony was about to commence, and you took your place near Lily, and gazed at your friend, who made the most radiant bride. Tear-provoking vows along with promises of unconditional love and commitment were made. Despite the immersive exchange of love and feelings, your mind couldn't help but selfishly drift to your own. You caught yourself staring longingly at Spencer. You were always realistic when it came to your feelings and never allowed your mind to wander, but this wedding seemed to put things into perspective, and for a fleeting moment, you cut yourself some slack and allowed yourself the luxury. It felt like a juvenile playground crush and you liked the giddy, fuzzy feeling it gave you, so you let it diffuse.

Telling yourself you didn't want to confess your feelings for Spencer because your friendship was at stake seemed to be the pseudo-truth you liked to tell yourself to sleep better at night, but you had more self-awareness than that. Deep down, in a cold chamber was the unvarnished reality, uninviting and chill, that you resisted accepting. You were worried Spencer didn't feel the same way you did about him. The idea of laying out all your cards on the table and coming clean was horrifying, and getting rejected by someone you deeply cared for was sure to leave a gash you knew would never heal.

Ironically, the often anxiety-inducing uncertainty offered you a warm embrace you didn't want to leave. Every now and then, though, you had the slightest temptation to leave that embrace, and wondered what it would be like to take the chance. High risk, high reward right?

The crowd of guests started making their way to the reception venue to get seated, and you followed suit. While making your way to your table, you noticed Spencer sitting next right next to your seat, which, again, caused you to raise an eyebrow. If you remembered correctly, you were supposed to be seated next to Elle, who was all the way in the back.

Not thinking much of it, you decided to take your seat next to him anyway, and the two of you began chatting away. Shortly after, your conversation was cut short by the newlyweds' toast announcement, and Lily was going first.

"Ladies and gentlemen, friends and family, I'd like to thank all of you for celebrating this incredibly intimate, special day with Tony and I." She looked down at her now-husband with a vibrant glint of adoration in her eyes, and he looked up, mirroring the same glint.

"To all our loved ones who have made an, I'm sure, arduous commute to get here, I cannot put into words how grateful I am to you. I'd also like to express my love and appreciation to my ever so dependable A team, my lovely bridesmaids." Lily then shifted her eyes to your direction, and she didn't need to verbally announce her gratitude, as her glistening and smiling eyes did the work for her. Spencer looked at you and smiled as well.

"-so I can only pray that everyone here gets to experience the overwhelming love and devotion I'm feeling right now." She looked over at you again, this time with a mischievous grin on her face, and spared Spencer a glance as well. "-and in that spirit, I'd like to make a toast." She raised her glass, and continued. " Here's to hoping the celebration of our union can lead to the conception of new ones- maybe even between some of our own guests here tonight." She made sure to look directly at you and Spencer for what felt like an hour to really cement her message, and several of the guests turned their attention to the two of you. Spencer was no idiot, he probably caught on to what she was implying. He didn't seem as flustered as you were, though.

Subtle.

You felt like your skin was too hot to contain your insides, like there were a million fire ants crawling all over your body. To add fuel to fire, you also felt Spencer's gaze on you, you weren't directly looking at him, but through your peripheral view, you noticed that he looked worried, like you were going to detonate at any second.

Abruptly, you got off of your seat and sprinted without a destination. After any sense of motor control you had was yielded, your legs were in autopilot mode and you allowed them to take you anywhere that wasn't here. Lily was going to cut her announcement short and chase after you, realizing that maybe her method was too overstimulating for you. She then noticed Spencer scrambling off his seat to go after you, so she let the two of you be.

Your feet finally halted at the secluded but well-kept greenhouse overlooking the venue from faraway. You still felt like a fool but your skin did start cooling down a little bit after isolating yourself. You just needed to sort your thoughts out because they were going at about a thousand miles a minute. You realized you weren't going to be doing much of that though, since a part of the reason for this debacle followed you here, and was out of breath.

"Y/N." He choked out, in multiple syllables between pants of short breath.

You slowly brought yourself to face him, but still couldn't look him in the eye. "I don't know what that was that Lily just pulled but-"

"No, Y/N wait." Spencer cut you off, he then inched closer and tilted your chin to face him. "I'm sorry you were put on the spot like that- I wasn't aware that was how this was going to go down."

"This?" You questioned, and he looked hesitant to come clean. He then looked down in what resembled defeat. "Lily invited me here but didn't tell you, I guess she wanted this to be a surprise. The plan was for this to be...seamless, but I suppose we took a little detour?"

You still looked very confused, as the spiel he just went on didn't answer any of your questions.

"Y/N, I'm deeply and agonizingly in love with you, and I suppose Lily discerned that, and offered me an opportunity to tell you how I feel. Of course, I jumped at the chance without realizing that I wasn't aware of the mechanics or how we were going to go about it and for that I am so sorr-"

You were in immense shock, to the point where you almost felt like he was going to change his mind so in an attempt to preserve this moment, you quickly wrapped your hands around his neck and pressed a kiss to his lips. It took him a moment, but he gently held your waist and kissed you back with just as much fervor.

The two of you finally separated, each of you holding on to the other as if they were going to slip away.

"I'm in love with you too, Spencer." The adorable flustered flush that painted his face made this entire shitshow worth it. You figured you eventually had to make your way back to the reception, since you felt like you owed Lily an apology (and an expression of your gratitude). A part of you felt bad for fleeing the scene back at her toast, yet a part of you was grateful for her often blunt approach to things.

[suguwife]

reader and gojo’s wedding was just before the story started.. so, what did their wedding look like? I rlly wanna know what they wore and how the venue looked even if it doesnt mean much for the story😣

I love u for this question honestly I love aesthetics sm even if it doesn’t mean anything much for the story.

It was an old money wedding full of wealth, since both of them come from a lineage of power + influence. Guests filled with intimate family members, some influential figures and friends

An elegant + classy European styled wedding in a large mansion venue

Bridal wear, I imagined reader wearing an off shoulder laced wedding dress that hugs tight on the waist, loads of intricate designs in the dress and the back end of it dragging on the floor with a matching veil with real white diamond jewellery

Makeup - glowy, long lashes, innocent look. Hair - natural updo with her front strands let out in soft waves

- and for her entrance song I imagined an orchestra + violin playing Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey (link)

Satoru would’ve just worn a black suit with a tie and loafers, his hair slicked back with one strand hanging out over his forehead waiting at the altar for her with a bored face, he kept that cold face on when she walked down the aisle too but his lips were slightly parted from how beautifullll she looked

[skzpixiekaifei]

Happy Wedding, my love// happy ending saga

Part 1 - Part 3

CW: none! Just a whole lotta fluff and the two being unserious in their wedding

Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura, @palindrome969

December 21st, 2024 

It wasn’t every day two idols got married, especially ones that were considered to be the nation’s power couple. But today was that day. The day when many people tuned into the news and livestreams to see the two get married.  

Kai paced a hole through the floor of the bridal suit, her brother looking at her confused. He never knew the type of stress brides got on their wedding day. Her bridesmaids had gone to get pictures with the groomsmen, so it was just her, Bo, and Yuqi, Yuqi being her maid of honor. 

The wedding was taking place in a large greenhouse, keeping the people warm from the chill that was winter in South Korea. The large building held several of their closest friends and biggest celebrities. Yuqi and the rest of (G)-Idle were her bridesmaids, while Lisa and Wonyoung were the last two. The boys were Changbin’s groomsmen while Chan was the best man. Ateez, the rest of Blackpink, and almost half of the industry was on the guest list. The rest of the guest list was family on Changbin’s side, making the wedding have roughly seven hundred people attending. Even JYP and his family were attending, that was how big the wedding was being promoted. 

Along with the upscale wedding, came her dress. It was a slight mermaid style, the skirts flaring out after her mid-thigh. The dress from the thigh up weighed 5-10 lbs. itself. It was adorned in jewels and beads, making it hard for her to breath, the corset back not helping her case. Her hair was styled into an elegant updo, the front two strands of her hair freely flowing and curled to frame her face. Her makeup was simple, a nude look with peach lips to enhance her natural beauty. On top of that, her neck and ears were adorned with sapphires and diamonds, making her look like one of those dolls. The necklace, thankfully, wasn’t too gaudy, putting just the right amount of interesting texture to her look. 

Yuqi got a buzz from her phone, and she cursed. “Kai, baby, it’s go-time.” Kai internally groaned. She wasn’t ready yet, she doesn’t think she’ll ever be ready. She took a deep breath, linked her arm with Bo’s, and made her way to enter. Yuqi had quickly gone to walk down with Chan on her arm, giving her a look of encouragement. It reminded her of that day in February, not too long after their engagement. 

“Who's the best man?” Hyunjin asked Changbin, days after the announcement over Instagram and Dispatch. 

“I don’t know.” Changbin commented, braiding Kai’s hair, who was fast asleep with a glass of soju. 

“It’s going to be me, obviously.” Han snorted, making heads snap towards him. 

“Ain’t no way, it’ll be me.” Feliz said, and it became a huge argument between the seven members. Changbin watched them, amused, already having an idea who it’ll be. 

Kai stirred, making the men freeze. “What’s going on?” She yawned, making Changbin glare at the men who woke her up. 

“Just because of that, Chan will be my best man.” Changbin told the seven, picking the one that was least responsible for waking Kai up. 

Chan fist bumped, which led to the members wrestling and dog piling over Chan. 

Kai snorted at the memory, her nerves melting away as the music filled her ears. It was the instrumental version of Butterflies, making her crack up slightly. She met Changbin’s eyes, and they couldn’t stop the giggles that left their mouths at the sight of each other. 

After a quick couple seconds, she stood under the altar, hugging Bo after he went to sit down. The officiant, BoA, started the ceremony. The two had to hold in their laughs whenever they looked at each other, feeling shy whenever they made eye contact. 

“Now, repeat after me.” BoA instructed Changbin, who nodded diligently. She started telling the vows, pausing every now and then to let Changbin repeat after her. After his set, she turned to Kai, doing the same thing she did to Changbin to her. The two held bated breaths, until it was said they could kiss. 

The two went in for a kiss but instead of kissing, they bonked their heads together. This caused the two to burst out laughing. She cradled his head while the two laughed, trying to rub away the red mark while their wedding party couldn’t help but laugh as well.  

After a few seconds of the wedding party being anything but serious, Kai eventually landed a kiss to his lips, getting cheers from the crowd. She pulled away and continued laughing, making her wheeze from how tight the dress was. 

The two walked back down the aisle while their wedding party was following, bouncing and jumping up and down, like it wasn’t supposed to be serious, to hype the couple up. Security quickly crowded the guests into limos to transfer them over to the reception. Kai continued to rub the red mark on his forehead, before kissing it to make it feel better. Changbin chuckled, before kissing her deeply, making her squeak. 

She sighed happily, wrapping her arms around his neck before the limo lurched, the two falling to the floor with a laugh. Changbin quickly helped her up, pulling her into his lap. 

“My husband, ever the gentleman.” She snorted, Changbin kissing her cheek and making her giggle. 

“Call me that again,” he said. She smirked, before doing so. After each time she called him her husband, he would reward her with a kiss in a different place on her face.  

The two soon settled into a comfortable silence, ready to spend the rest of their lives together like this. 

BONUS!!: The pics that inspired Kai's dress (Can you tell these two have plagued my mind??)

[rootedinrevisions]

Chasing Us: Part 4

SUMMARY: Tyler and Hannah put their little act on display at the welcome dinner as they talk and socialize with the other wedding guests.

WARNINGS: NONE

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

PART 1 I PART 2 I PART 3

TAG LIST: @omgbrianab I @shanimallina87

Tyler finished rolling up the sleeves of his olive green linen shirt, glancing at himself in the mirror to make sure everything looked presentable. He wasn't one to get dressed up often - his usual attire leaned more towards practicality than style - but tonight was different. This wasn't just any evening; this was the first official family gathering where he and Hannah had to convince everyone that they were a couple.

He adjusted his gray chino shorts, making sure they sat right, and then leaned against the edge of the dresser, waiting for Hannah to finish getting ready in the bathroom. The low hum of voices from downstairs drifted up through the open door, reminding him that they didn't have much time.

The door to the bathroom creaked open, and Tyler looked up, expecting Hannah to step out. When she did, he found himself momentarily speechless.

Hannah stood in the doorway, her dress a soft, grey-blue satin that shimmered under the warm light of the room. The dress hugged her figure in all the right places, the slit at the side showing just a hint of leg as she shifted her weight nervously from one foot to the other. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in soft waves, and her makeup was minimal but elegant, accentuating her natural beauty.

For a moment, Tyler forgot to breathe. He'd seen Hannah in countless situations - windswept and muddy from storm chasing, hunched over laughing over a shared joke, even frustrated and exhausted after a long day - but this was different. This was the first time he'd seen her dress up, and she looked...stunning.

Hannah noticed the way he was staring and shifted uncomfortably. "What?" she asked, her voice tinged with nervousness as she smoothed the fabric of her dress. "Is something wrong?"

Tyler quickly shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts. "No," he replied, his voice a little softer than usual. "Nothing's wrong. You look...amazing, Hannah."

Her cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment, and she gave him a small, appreciative smile. "Thanks," she said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You clean up pretty well yourself."

Tyler chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Well, I had to step up my game for tonight. Didn't think my dirty boots and jeans would cut it."

They shared a brief smile before the moment passed, the weight of the evening ahead of them settling back in. Tyler cleared his throat and offered his arm to her. "Shall we?"

Hannah looped her arm through his, grateful for the small gesture of support. "Let's do this," she said, trying to muster up as much confidence as she could.

As they made their way downstairs, the sound of laughter and conversation grew louder. They entered the kitchen and dining room area where the rest of the family was already gathered. The table was adorned with a charcuterie board spread - an array of cheeses, cured meats, fruits, and crackers - alongside an impressive selection of drinks.

Emily spotted them first and waved them over with a wide grin. "There they are! The happy couple!"

Hannah's heartbeat skipped a beat at the words, but she forced a smile and squeezed Tyler's arm lightly, hoping he wouldn't notice how nervous she was. Tyler, ever perceptive, felt her unease and moved his arm to place a gentle hand on her back as they walked towards the group - a move, that while meant to to comfort her, also had the added benefit of making their relationship appear genuine to anyone watching.

They were soon surrounded by family members, each eager to catch up with Hannah and get a chance to get to know Tyler a little more. Her parents were the first to approach her dad immediately enveloping her in a warm hug. "There's my Hannah Banana," he said fondly, using the old nickname he used to have for her.

"Hi, Dad," Hannah replied, her voice slightly muffled against his shoulder. When he finally released her, she turned to her mom, who was already beaming at her.

"Honey, it's so good to have you here," her mom said pulling her in for a hug. "And we're so glad you brought Tyler." She glanced at him with a warm smile. "You know, I was just telling her dad the other day about how Hannah used to pretend to be a storm chaser when she was little - always running around the backyard with a toy microphone, giving weather updates."

"Mom," Hannah groaned, her cheeks flushing. "You don't need to tell him that."

Tyler chuckled, clearly enjoying the story. "Sounds like she was practicing for the real thing. Must have always been a natural."

"Oh, she was," her dad chimed in, grinning. "She'd get all dressed up too. Raincoat, boots, the whole deal. We had to drag her inside when it started getting bad."

"Those were the good times," her mom added, laughing softly. "And now look at you, all grown up and become a storm chaser for real. And now she's bringing one home too. I guess we should've seen it coming."

Hannah smiled, embarrassed but touched by her parents' memories. Tyler caught her eye and gave her a small, reassuring smile, clearly unbothered by the story.

"Well," Tyler said, smoothly transitioning the conversation, "I'm just glad I get to be here with all of you. I can see where Hannah gets her charm, and her beauty." He said before looking at her mom.

Her mom smiled, clearly pleased. "We're glad you're here, Tyler. You two seem to make a great team."

Hannah shot Tyler a quick, grateful glance, relieved that the interaction had gone so smoothly. He responded with a subtle nod, his hand gently resting on the small of her back as they moved on to greet the next group of relatives.

Hannah and Tyler wandered over to where Emily and Matt were standing. Emily greeted them with a bright smile, her eyes twinkling.

"Hannah, I was just telling Matt about when we were younger."

Hannah rolled her eyes, but couldn't suppress a smile. "Oh, great. Which stories were you tell him about exactly?"

Emily laughed and turned to Tyler. "Well, when we were kids, Hannah was absolutely obsessed with rodeo cowboys. Every summer, she'd drag me to the rodeos, trying to get pictures with the riders and maybe even a little autographed cowboy hat. She had the biggest crush on them, especially if they had that classic cowboy charm."

Tyler's eyebrows shot up in interest, and he grinned at Hannah. "Is that so? I didn't realize I had competition."

Hannah gave him a mock glare. "Oh, please. That was years ago."

"It's funny you should say that, Emily. Because I used to compete as a bull rider back in the day." Tyler replied, still smiling.

Emily's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? That's incredible! It must've been fate for you two to end up together, then."

Hannah looked at Tyler, a mix of surprise and amusement in her eyes. "You never told me that."

Tyler shrugged, still smiling. "Just didn't come up in conversation. I did it before I went to college. But I do have to say, I can see why you were so keen on rodeo cowboys."

Emily nudged Hannah playfully. "And here I was, thinking you were just destined for a lifetime of awkward attempts to impress cowboys at rodeos."

Hannah laughed, shaking her head. "I guess sometimes fate has a way of working things out."

The playful banter continued, and Tyler and Hannah found themselves easing into the evening, surrounded by laughter and stories from their pasts. It was clear that despite the pretense, there was a genuine connection forming between them.

As the evening wore on, the charcuterie board became a centerpiece of the gathering, with various cheeses, meats, and fruits laid out for everyone to enjoy. Tyler and Hannah were making their rounds, chatting and sampling the assortment. Tyler picked up a piece of cheese, turned to Hannah with a playful grin, and held it out to her.

"Care for a bite?" he asked, making a show of offering the cheese.

Hannah laughed and playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh, sure. Why not?" She leaned in, and Tyler carefully fed her the piece of cheese, his fingers brushing her lips briefly. The touch was light but lingered, and Tyler's eyes met hers with a twinkle of mischief.

Her family gathered nearby and watched the interaction with amused smiles. Emily leaned into Matt, whispering, "Aren't they adorable?"

The evening continued with drinks flowing and the atmosphere growing more relaxed. As the night went on, Hannah had a few drinks, and her earlier nerves had started to dissipate. She was enjoying herself more, laughing and chatting with everyone. Tyler stayed close, making sure she was comfortable and having a good time.

At one point, while reaching for another piece of cheese from the board, Hannah took a small misstep. She started to lose her balance, and Tyler instinctively reached out to catch her. He steadied her with a firm grip around her waist, pulling her gently back into him.

Hannah looked up at him with a slightly embarrassed but grateful smile. "Thanks for saving me. I guess I'm a bit clumsy tonight."

Tyler's grin was warm and reassuring. "No problem. Just doing my job as your 'boyfriend.'"

The moment was tender and genuine, and her family took note of how Tyler's touch was both protective and caring. Hannah's mom watched with a smile, nudging her husband with her elbow. "They really do seem to fit well together."

The evening continued with more mingling and laughter. As the night grew later, Hannah found herself leaning into Tyler more, feeling comfortable and content. Tyler occasionally brushed his hand against her back or lightly touched her arm, and each time, it seemed to reaffirm the connection between them.

When the time came for everyone to gather for a toast, Tyler and Hannah stood together, their arms casually brushing against each other.

Hannah's dad, holding a glass of champagne, stood up and cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the guests. His face was beaming with pride and happiness.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, "if I could have your attention for just a moment."

The chatter quieted, and everyone turned toward him. Hannah glanced up at Tyler, who gave her a reassuring smile, sensing her nervousness.

"I want to start by thanking each and every one of you for making the journey here to celebrate this special day with us. Your presence means the world to Emily and Matt, and to all of us."

There was a murmur of agreement and appreciation from the crowd. Hannah's dad continued, raising his glass a little higher.

"Tonight is not just a celebration of Emily and Matt's love, but also of the love that surrounds us all, both old and new," he paused glancing over at Hannah and Tyler.

Tyler glanced at Hannah, who looked pleasantly surprised by the inclusion of their relationship in the toast. Her eyes met his, and he gave her a warm, encouraging smile.

"To love," Hannah's dad concluded, "both old and new. May it continue to grow and thrive in our hearts."

Everyone raised their glasses in unison and took a sip, the air filled with a collective sense of joy and celebration. Tyler gently squeezed Hannah's hand, their earlier flirtation now blending seamlessly with the warm and genuine atmosphere.

As the toast ended and the guests resumed mingling, the warmth of the evening seemed to envelop Tyler and Hannah. Her family continued to observe their interactions, clearly impressed by the way Tyler's care and affection for Hannah were evident in every touch and glance.

As the evening wound down, one by one, the guests began to say their goodnights and retire to their rooms. The warm glow of the lanterns and the soft chatter of the remaining few added to the cozy, intimate atmosphere.

Hannah and Tyler lingered a little longer, enjoying the final moments of the night. But soon, they too decided it was time to call it a night.

"I think we should head up," Hannah said, giving Tyler a tired but content smile.

Tyler nodded. "Yeah, let's get some rest."

They said their goodnights to those still gathered, exchanging a few last laughs and hugs, before making their way back up to their room. As they walked down the hallway, the sound of distant waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing backdrop.

Once inside the room, Hannah sighed, stretching her arms above her head. "I'm going to hop in the shower quickly," she said, glancing at Tyler, who had already begun to unbutton his shirt.

"Sounds good," he replied casually, continuing to undress as she headed into the bathroom.

The sound of the shower running echoed faintly in the room as Tyler finished undressing, standing shirtless in the dim light. He began to gather his things, getting ready to take his turn in the shower.

A few minutes later, Hannah emerged from the bathroom, her hair slightly damp, dressed in a pair of soft pajama shorts and a loose-fitting tank top. She froze for a second as her eyes met Tyler's bare chest. She hadn't seen him like this before, his muscles well-defined, his skin tanned from the countless hours spent under the sun during storm chases. She felt her cheeks flush as her gaze lingered longer than she intended.

Tyler caught her staring and smirked, "What?"

Hannah quickly looked away, a bit flustered. "Nothing. I just...didn't realize you were ready for your turn."

Tyler chuckled softly, not pressing the issue. "Well, I won't be long," he said as he headed into the bathroom, the door closing behind him.

Hannah let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding and sat down on the edge of the bed, her thoughts racing. Why had she stared? This was Tyler-her friend and coworker. He was just doing her a favor by coming along as her plus-one. But the image of his bare chest kept creeping back into her mind, and now the thought of him in the shower, just a room away, sent her heart racing. She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts aside.

After what felt like an eternity, the bathroom door opened, and Tyler stepped out, now dressed in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. He looked comfortable and at ease, a stark contrast to the turmoil in Hannah's mind.

Tyler grabbed a pillow from the bed and pulled a throw blanket from the foot of it, making his way over to the couch. He arranged the pillow and blanket, then laid down, stretching out to get comfortable.

"Goodnight, Hannah," he said, turning his head to look at her with a gentle smile.

"Goodnight, Tyler," she replied, slipping under the covers of the bed.

The room grew quiet, with only the sound of the ceiling fan gently whirring above them. As they both settled in for the night, Hannah's mind kept wandering back to the evening's events, the unexpected attraction she felt toward Tyler, and the strange, uncharted territory they were navigating. But for now, she closed her eyes, hoping sleep would come quickly and calm the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in her head.

[more-cardigan-than-woman]

Just for the Weekend 8/10

Summary: You and Jason go to a wedding.

Pairs: Reader x Jason Todd

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Fluff, swearing.

Part 7

Jason and yourself take your seats to the left of the makeshift altar. Your eyes sweep over the large garden adorned in even more flowers, twinkling lights and golden ribbons than you knew possible. The afternoon sun streams through the palm trees that Jamie and Sunny have chosen for their backdrop and as the western wind blows through you can almost feel the magic in the air. Weddings are always like this, you think, full of magic and love.

Jason's arm rests naturally around the back of your chair. Your brain is still going over the last few minutes, the kiss, the casual way he held your hand as you walked down to the garden. It's a lot to process, but you don’t want to ruin it by talking about it or over thinking. So instead you clasp your hands together and wish that the weekend would never end.

The chatter of the other guests quiets down as the celebrant announces that the bride will be arriving soon. Jamie spots you in the crowd, looking so happy in the dress they’ve chosen, the dark, deep forest green almost black against the sun, the crisp white shoes peeking from underneath. You give them a big thumbs up, noticing the tears already forming in their eyes as the pianist starts to play a slower version of "this is what dreams are made of".

The bridesmaids all look lovely in their soft lilac gowns of all different styles, the large sunflower bouquets with colourful wildflowers woven through, they look like a trail of beautiful fairies. The pianist rounds the chorus and you start to weep at the sight of Sunny. Her golden dress glitters with every step she takes, a large pointed tiara on her head, her hair held in soft waves behind her, she looks every bit the fairy queen of the procession. Peering back at Jamie you see they're full on crying at how etheral Sunny is.

"Here," Jason says, pulling out his pocket square and handing it to you, "don't want to ruin the makeup."

You give him a small smile, dabbing under your eyes and taking his hand in your free one, giving him a little squeeze, "Thanks for coming," you whisper.

Leaning over to press a kiss into your hair he whispers, "best decision of my life."

The ceremony is short, Jamie and Sunny exchange vows and suddenly they're walking down the aisle and inviting everyone to cocktail hour while they have their pictures taken.

"I'm just going to go touch up my face," you excuse yourself, "will you be ok by yourself?" finding yourself in need of a minute to compose yourself. You have so many questions for him, for yourself. At the very least you need to wipe the dopey ass smile from your face. You can’t seem to shake it, can’t stop hearing those words he whispered in your ear.

"Yeah, I'll go find Margie. She was great. Wait," he says as you start to walk off. "I forgot," he kisses you, a short simple peck on the lips but it makes your tummy do somersaults.

Jason spots Margie almost immediately, her bright pink suit giving her away almost as much as her height. She's at a table alone, drinking what looks to be sangria, "bit sad to drink alone at a wedding don't you think?" He asks, taking the seat opposite her.

"On the contrary, keeps me out of trouble." She smirks, downing the whole glass and pouring herself and Jason another. "Drink with me then, tell me about how you managed to sweep my little dear off her feet."

"I was actually wondering if I could ask you something," he takes a drink and relishes the sweetness.

"Want more stories about her rambunctious youth?"

"I would like to know what he, Jonathan, said to her last night,"

"Want to go hit him yourself?"

"Something like that,"

"No need for that, she defended you well."

"What?"

"She didn't tell you? Oh, he was saying terrible things, but our little spitfire wasn't having it."

"Wait what?" He can't seem to wrap his head around it. You hit…you hit the guy because of him?

"Poor dear, she lets him say the worst things about her, but the second he started on you," She pauses, "well you saw what happened."

"I thought she- that he-"

"She really loves you, ya know, I can see it in the way she looks at you."

"I- "

"You're very lucky, she's a special kind of woman."

"That I do know," he agrees, finally hearing something that doesn't sound insane. Why would you do that?

"Now be a good lad and go get me more sangria."

"Yes ma'am."

Jason's mind spins as he goes over what he just heard. So you did it to defend him and not yourself. He can barely believe that anyone would care, but then she said… was it true? Did you love him? Until yesterday you could barely stand to be in the room with him.

Then there was the kiss, that kiss on the balcony that made his stomach spin and his knees go weak. And the little kiss before, he can barely believe this is happening. He's not going to screw this up. He can't. Shit, after a few kisses he doesn't think he can go a day without feeling your lips on his ever again.

"Hello there handsome," you say, grabbing the glasses from the bar, "Margie already got you doing her evil bidding I see,"

"Yeah, how'd you know?" He answers, looking at you kind of weird, in a good way. Like he's got stars on his eyes.

"Sangria, always was her drink of choice."

Xxx

"Can you see my name?" You say as you peer at the seating chart.

"Yeah, right here. It says second prettiest woman at the wedding,"

"Second?"

"Well, the bride obviously has to be first," he jokes.

"Thin ice, Todd. You're on thin ice," you playfully glare at him. His hand falls to your lower back as you walk to your table. You try not to think about how right this feels, how perfect he feels beside you. Instead zoning in on the small table which is obviously designated as the old school friends table. You thank Batman that Jonathan was sent home, you do not want to deal with him.

"Can I ask a favour?" Claire says as she sits down next to you, "just while Lizzie is fixing her hair?"

"Depends on the favour," you can see Jason from the corner of your eye peering around you. Is he worried that maybe this will be round two? Sure, you were a bit envious, or a lot. But you had never felt the urge to hit her. The issues you have with Claire have nothing to do with her and everything to do with you and your own expectations.

"Could you sign this for me?" She pulls out from her purse a copy of your first book, "I've been meaning to ask for ages. But we just never seem to bump into each other."

"I didn't know you read my book,"

"I tried, but romance really isn't for me. Lizzie though, she loves them and it would really mean alot-"

"Give it here, have you got a pen?"

"Yeah," she hands you a golden marker from her purse, "I know it's not a great time to ask, but I really appreciate it. She’s going to be thrilled."

"It's really no trouble, " you smile signing the interior cover, "Dear Liz, I hope Claire brings you as much joy as Red brought me,"

"Thank you, she's really going to love this," she grins like a kid in a candy store. "It really means a lot,"

"You're welcome," you beam back. Never in a million years would you have imagined that Liz of all people would be a fan. She's never said anything, though you suppose with avoiding them at all costs you probably didn't deserve to know. A nudge on your shoulder pulls you from your thoughts, "yes?" You turn to Jason who's just looking at you with confusion and wonder, "why are you looking at me like that?”

"Red? I thought your first book was about Finnley and Felix? "

"How do you know that?" You narrow your eyes at him.

"I told you, I dabbled. I may have read one or two of your books, "

"One or two? But you know the names of the two love interests by heart?"

"Maybe, I read them more than once,"

"You did not,"

"Enough about me," Jason attempts to change the subject. You did not need to know that he had read all your works, except one apparently, "Who's this Red? And how is there a book before The Prince Problem?"

"Oh, that's the official first. But The Red Viper is my first unofficial book. I published it myself in college under a pseudonym. I just wanted to see how it would go. It sold pretty well, I just didn't think any of my friends aside from Jamie had read it."

"Then how did she know it was you?"

"Easy, I released free coupons for copies in my newsletter a few years ago, Liz must be on my mailing list.”

“Free?”

“Yeah, I do that sometimes. There’s no point charging for something like that."

"A huh, and has Dick read this book?"

"Jason, are you telling me you think Dick can read?"

"Good point,"

The night drifts on, speeches are told, cakes cut and dinner eaten. All the while Jason sits close, both of you touching, your knees, your hands, your shoulders, always touching. It's easy and it doesn't even feel fake anymore. Not that it ever really did to you.

The band picks up after the newlyweds first dance and the lead singer invites everyone to the dance floor. You feel reluctant, but with how pleasant the conversation has been between Claire, Liz, Jason and yourself, your mood has gone from nervous to joyful.

The band starts to play your favourite song and you find yourself tugging Jason onto the dance floor behind you.

He's certainly not his brother when it comes to dancing, but he manages to keep up with you. His hand never leaving your waist as you move to the music together. “What kind of move do you call that?” you ask when he starts twirling his arms around.

“Whirlybird?’ he laughs back, grabbing your arms and spinning them above your head, “Might not look cool, but it’s fun,”

His hands slide down your arms, taking your wrists and wrapping them around his neck as you stay to sway together.

“You know you’re a lot more fun,” you start when he spins you under his arm, “when you don’t spend your days glaring at me,”

“And you’re more fun when you don’t run away from every room I enter,”

“I never did that,” he stares down at you, “ok, maybe once or twice,” he raises his eyebrows, “Or a few times,” you press your hand on his chest, “in my defense, you did stare at me like I was robbing you.”

“You were,”

“I was not trying to steal your brother,” you roll your eyes.

“Oh love,” he brushes his nose against yours, “You were stealing something much more valuable than my big brother,”

“Oh yeah like what?” you tease, “Your bike?”

“Sweetheart,” he leans down, “You wouldn’t be fast enough to take her,” his breath in your ear, “And you still don’t know how to ride,”

“Fair. Maybe I can get Dick to teach me when I get home?” the choking noise that comes from Jason's throat makes you snort, “What? He’s been asking for ages,” you wink coyly, drawing yourself from his hands and giggling when he turns you back in.

“Let me teach you,” his hand slides up from your back, his fingers brushing up the back of your neck,

“You going to glare at me while you do it?”

“Only if you run away,”

“Will you chase me?”

“Would you like me to chase you?” his fingers push into the soft skin of your neck tilting your head up.

“Maybe,” you reach up onto your tiptoes, grinning from ear to ear, your lips touching his. His hand grows firmer on your neck, deepening your kiss, you wrap your arms tight around his back.

“That a shiver there love?” he laughs into your kiss, his other arm wraps around your waist, “Do it again,” he hoists you up, your feet dangling above the floor as he kisses you again.

The night gets later and despite how drunk everyone around you seems to be getting, you and Jason are too busy enjoying yourselves on the dance floor to have the time. "Last song," the singer announces, "how about something a bit slower?"

The band starts out slow and you hear the man's voice lower as he starts to sing Adele's make you feel my love.

Jason pulls you close, his hand holding tight on your waist, bringing yours up to his shoulder, "wanna see what Alfie taught me?" He winks and you give him a small nod, "follow my lead,"

He steps back, gliding you along the dance floor, his eyes never leaving yours and a bright smile on his lips. The hot and horny feelings leave you as you feel something deeper and stronger pulling at your chest. Like a string being tugged from your heart and wrapping around where your hands meet, connecting you both together. The world melts away as you get lost in his eyes and the feel of his strong hand on your back.

“Spin,” he says, stretching your arm out as the song reaches it crescendo and you spin out, your dress fanning out around you and when your back in his arms he drops you into a deep dip, his large hand on your thigh, his full form leaning over to meet your lips, his tongue dives into your mouth and you think you might just feel whole for the first time in your life.

Part 8:

AN: Last update for a bit. I'm off to Sydney to hang out with my fam.

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[petitelepus]

FOX'S WEDDING, PART 12

KITSUNE!RENGUKO KYOJURO X FEM!READER

Summary: It's your older brother's wedding day. Not only does he get married, but you get to introduce Kyojuro to your parents and he has a surprise for you.

Warnings: Kissing

A/N: Female Reader, Kitsune Kyojuro, Kitsune Senjuro, Kitsune Rengoku, Monster Musume!AU

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A week went and the day of your older brother's wedding came. The wedding was held at this lovely old-style bed and breakfast outside the city, in the middle of the beautiful nature. From what you read, they were famous for their lovely nature walk paths.

You, Kyojuro, and Senjuro had arrived at the place before the rest of the wedding guests, mainly because you were family to the man of the hour and the fox brothers were your dates. Well, Senjuro wasn't a date, but you didn't want to leave him alone in the house while you and Kyojuro were at the wedding.

You had your own room where you could change clothes and stay for the night if you decided to stay and not leave right after the party. An offer you had taken because if you were going to be standing in heels the whole damn day you might as well rest after that properly.

It was an hour until the ceremony and you and the fox brothers were in your own room getting ready. Kyojuro was helping his little brother tie his maroon bowtie while you were getting ready in the bathroom with a stylist, courtesy of your older brother. When they were done with Senjuro's bowtie his older brother focused on his own maroon tie.

Finally, you were ready and stepped out of the bathroom the brothers turned to look at you. Kyojuro's eyes widened at the sight of you in this maroon wrap dress with your hair and makeup done perfectly.

"How do I look?" You asked and your fiance smiled, "You look gorgeous!"

"I look awful, but you know what they say?"

"No, what do they say?" He asked in genuine confusion and you giggled, "Never outshine the bride, or groom in this case."

"To me, you're the prettiest person here," Kyojuro said and you blushed softly, about to deny it but someone beat you to it.

"Listen to your man woman!" The stylist said cheerfully as she packed her makeup case, blow dryer, and straightener.

"You look great!" She took one look at you before leaving to prepare the rest of the guests. You sighed once she was gone and you were about to object but before you could do so the younger fox spoke.

"It's true, "Senjuro said as he shyly stepped forward and smiled a little, "You look beautiful big sis."

You wanted to object, you really did, but it was three against one so you groaned as your blush grew stronger. "Fine, just, let's go see my brother get married and then stuff ourselves with food."

"Sounds delightful!" Kyojuro smiled before asking, "Am I going to meet the rest of your family?"

"Probably and I'm pretty sure that my brothers mentioned you to my parents." You said as you picked the small bouquet meant for you to carry and grinned at the brothers, "Let's go."

The three of you left your room and followed the wedding guests to the garden where the ceremony was being held. Thanks to your relationship with the groom, Kyojuro and Senjuro got to sit pretty close to the front row, close to your family.

As your brother's bridesmaid, you were standing by the altar with your eldest brother and groom's best friends, priest, and such, waiting for the man of the hour to walk down the aisle and get the ceremony started.

"You look nice." Gold whispered to you, but before you could reply, he continued, "Your fiance also."

"Thanks," You nodded, "Did you tell mom and dad about him?"

"Are you kidding? It was the first thing I did when we left your place." You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was being playful but knowing him you were 100 percent sure he really had told your parents.

"Jackass."

"Crybaby."

The wedding music started and you all straightened and smiled as the grooms were being escorted down the aisle. Brams came first in a nice suit and his dark brown beard braided, followed by your brother who was being escorted by your father. As your dad let go of your brother, he patted his son on the shoulder and smiled, "I'm proud of you son."

"Thanks..." Silver was still quiet, despite this being maybe one of the most important days of his life. Your dad went to sit on the front row next to your mother and the ceremony started.

While the priest talked you took a glance at your fiance and his little brother who were sitting there surrounded by your relatives. Senjuro watched the ceremony diligently, interested in your Western ways of getting married, but Kyojuro's eyes were on you. You tilted your head and smiled at him and he smiled back happily.

You looked at your brother and his fiance and you imagined yourself and Kyojuro in their place, staring at each other just as lovingly as Silver and Brams looked at each other. One day you and your fiance would get married also and seal your relationship for good.

"Now, the grooms have written their own vows to each other that they would like to share." The priest said and Brams laughed, "Aye, something short and sweet like I!"

The wedding guests laughed and you smiled also. You were happy to see that your brother's soon-to-be husband had good humor. Even the priest chuckled as he looked at the grooms, "If you may?"

"Aye, I'll go first." Brams nodded as he looked at your brother and smiled, "My love, I remember the night we met like it was yesterday."

"Funny, because I remember you being drunk as a skunk." Silver grinned and the whole wedding party chuckled and some laughed a little louder. You felt your eyes widen in shock. Was your quiet brother actually joking?

Brams smiled, "Aye, ye were the most handsome man in the whole pub and I just knew I had to talk with ye. By Gods, the cold shoulder ye gave me was enough to freeze a blacksmith's forge!"

People laughed and this time you did so also. That sounded more like your brother. Brams also chuckled happily, "Ay but I knew that if I tried, I could get ye and here we are today, standing here before our family and friends as we tie the knot and join our lives together forever."

Your brother nodded, "My turn?"

"Aye," The dwarf smiled, and your brother cleared his throat.

"Brams, you make me happy. You're handsome, funny and the life of the party, and I can't help but wonder what you saw in me that night in the pub." Silver smiled, "But I'm glad for what you saw because that lead us here."

"Of course!" Brams nodded and your brother's eyes softened, "Thank you for not giving up on me. I know I can be a handful, but-!"

"Yer my handful, love." The dwarf said as he squeezed his human groom's hands, "From this day onwards, ye are mine and I am yers."

Both grooms smiled happily and the ceremony moved forwards to the point where your brother and Brams were about to exchange their rings. You watched happily how your brother slipped the ring to his loved one's ring finger and how Brams did the same to him.

"I now pronounce you husband and husband! You may now kiss each other!" The priest said and your brother leaned down and he and his new husband kissed. You wished it would be the first of their many similar love-filled kisses.

Everybody cheered and clapped and you smiled as you watched your brother genuinely smile as he walked the aisle together with his husband. It was time for them to take pictures so the guests started to mingle with each other, your family, and being excited to meet Brams' family and so on. You immediately went to Kyojuro and Senjuro and both brothers smiled as you approached them.

"That was a beautiful ceremony!" Kyojuro exclaimed happily and Senjuro nodded beside his brother, "The vows were very nice."

"They were." You nodded, "I'm happy because Silver looked happy, like genuinely happy."

"Darling!" You flinched as you heard your mother's voice and you turned just in time to be hugged by her, "Hi mom-!"

"It's so good to see you again!" She exclaimed happily as you nodded as you hugged her back, "I'm happy to see you also-!"

"I heard from your brothers that you are engaged also!" She smiled as she pulled away from the hug, "Who is he, or she, and are they here with you?"

Looks like your brothers didn't tell exactly everything to your parents. You cleared your throat and smiled as you carefully looped your arm around your Kitsune fiance's arm and he automatically stepped to stand proudly next to you.

"Mom, this is Kyojuro. He is my fiance." You smiled as you pulled Senjuro next to you also, "And this is his little brother Senjuro. We all live together."

"My, you have many tails!" Your mother was awed as she offered her hand to Kyojuro and introduced herself. Your fiance smiled as he shook your mother's hand, "It's a pleasure meeting you, ma'am!"

"Honey, who is this?"

You all looked and your father joined your company. As soon as you two made eye contact, you smiled and waved, "Hi dad."

"Sweetpea." Your father nodded and Kyojuro acted before you could and shook your father's hand, "It's an honor meeting you, sir!"

"Likewise." Your father nodded and then frowned, "Who are you, again?"

"My name is Rengoku Kyojuro and I'm engaged to your daughter!" Kyojuro exclaimed excitedly and you were both happy but also horrified that he just blurted it out like that.

"I see." Your father nodded and you swallowed nervously as he looked at you, "We don't see you for months and you are suddenly engaged?"

"I..." You swallowed and shrugged, "Stuff happened?"

"Are you pregnant?" Your father asked and you blushed furiously, absolutely horrified that your own father would ask that, "No!"

"It's okay if you are, you don't need to be embarrassed-!" Your mother was saying but you interrupted her to prevent any more false assumptions from happening.

"Oh my God, why everyone assumes I'm pregnant!?" You covered your beet-red face with your hand and shook your head, "No, I am NOT pregnant, there is no way that is possible!"

"I see." Your father nodded, "Good."

"Oh my God...!" You were so embarrassed, standing there between your curious parents and good-willed fiance.

"So Rengoku, was it?" Your mother turned to look at the Kitsune who nodded, "Rengoku is my family name! You can call me Kyojuro if you want to!"

"I see!" Your mother nodded, "What do you do for a living?"

"I'm an heir of the Rengoku family!" Your fiance replied and your father squinted his eyes at him, "So you are jobless?"

"Dad!" You snapped and your father shrugged, "Sweetpea, I'm just worried. If you are going to get married and have kids then how are you going to support your family with your salary only?"

Uh oh.

"Aah, actually... I don't have a job currently?" You looked aside so you wouldn't have to see the shocked looks in your parents' eyes.

"What?!"

"Since when?!"

"It doesn't matter, we are doing just fine so can we please drop the conversation?" You were almost begging at this point for the conversation to be over, but your parents weren't looking so sure about you or your way of living.

"I assure you, my family has money!" Kyojuro suddenly exclaimed, "But if my future parents-in-law want, I will happily get myself a job!"

"K- Kyojuro?" You blinked, shocked as you looked at your fiance who smiled at you, "If it proves to your parents how much I love you then I don't mind doing it!"

Your father nodded, "A real man works to provide for his family. I'm happy to see you are taking it seriously."

"I love your daughter with my whole heart!" Kyojuro nodded, "And I'm willing to do anything for her happiness!"

You blinked as you took your fiance's words into your heart. How sweet and thoughtful he was. He really loved you.

Your parents shared a look and you swallowed nervously. Finally, your mother smiled, "What a relief, we were worried for a second when we heard about you two from your brother!"

"I see your boyfriend is serious about this." Your father nodded, "It's assuring to know that my only daughter is being taken care of."

"I promise, I won't let anything bad happen to her!" Kyojuro exclaimed and you smiled as you grabbed his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Your fiance smiled at you and you grinned back, feeling more stable and safe than ever before.

The wedding after that went as assumed. You and your family took some photos with the grooms before it was time for all the guests to gather for the cake cutting. You could almost see the drool running down your fiance's mouth at the sight of the three-layer cake. Thank God for Senjuro used his magic to silence Kyojuro's shouts of TASTY.

The first dance was cute and intimate, just what you expected of your older brother and his new husband. You and Kyojuro danced a couple of songs together, but as the wedding approached its ending, you couldn't wait to get back to your room.

"I'm so tired! I'm never speaking to someone ever again!" You cried out as soon as you made it inside your and the fox brother's shared room.

As soon as you stepped inside, you went and collapsed on your and Kyojuro's bed, face first and giving zero care if you ruined your mascara or any other makeup on your face. Kyojuro and Senjuro followed you and closed the door behind them before they started to loosen or take off their tie and bowtie. 

"The wedding was nice!" Senjuro smiled and his older brother nodded, "Hm! The ceremony was both intimate and funny!"

"That will be me and you one day, standing there before our relatives and friends..." You said but then you quieted down as you thought, "Or do you want a traditional Japanese wedding?"

"I'm happy no matter what as long as I get to marry my beloved bride!" Kyojuro exclaimed and while you were happy to hear that, you couldn't help but think about his side of the family also.

His father and mother were both royal Yokais from Japan, wouldn't they want to see their son get married according to the traditions?

"What about your parents?" You asked, "Wouldn't they like a traditional wedding?"

"Hm! Father would no doubt want one, but knowing our mother, she just wants us her sons to be happy!" Kyojuro nodded and you copied him, "Should we invite them here?"

"We can if you want!" Your fiance said but you frowned, "I want to hear what you want Kyojuro. You don't need to agree with me in everything, you are allowed to have wants and needs also."

"Hm!" Your fiance nodded and you hoped you weren't too straightforward to appear rude... But he didn't seem to mind it one bit. "Then, if it's alright with you, I would love to include my parents in our wedding ceremony!"

"Then let's!" You smiled, "We just need to decide when we are holding the wedding."

"Do you have any date in mind?" Senjuro asked as he took off his black jacket and you hummed thoughtfully, trying to come up with a date... But as you tried to do that, you remembered that your brother had just married his own fiance and somehow your mind wandered into your left hand and empty finger.

It wasn't like you and Kyojuro were a regular couple and you weren't sure how proposing happened in Japan, but you felt a little sting when you thought about not carrying proof of your love with you.

"I don't know, I think I'm going to need more time to think about it." You sighed, suddenly feeling like you were trapped in this darn ugly dress of yours, "Ugh, I'm going to change into something more comfortable, if that is okay with you guys?"

"Please, make yourself comfortable!" The foxes nodded and you grabbed your hoodie and pants you had been wearing before you had to put the dress on before going to the bathroom to change and wash off your makeup. While you were there, the brothers looked at each other.

"Did you see the look in big sis eyes?" Senjuro asked and Kyojuro nodded, "Hm! I did!"

"Are you going to do something about it?"

"Hm!" The older Kitsune nodded, "I will!"

"What?" You called from the bathroom, "Did you say something?"

"Nothing, my beloved!" Kyojuro called, "I'm going outside for a moment! I'll be right back!"

"Okay!"

After you changed and came out of the bathroom Kyojuro was gone, but you didn't think much of it. Maybe he had to get something to eat since he couldn't eat his usual portion back at the wedding party. When you asked Senjuro he said that his brother had some things he had to take care of.

You accepted his reply and made yourself comfortable on your and Kyojuro's shared bed, browsing your phone and secretly looking at the different wedding venues around the country and secretly some places in Japan. After doing that for half an hour or a full hour, Kyojuro returned.

"My beloved bride, may I steal you away for a moment?"

"Sure?" You blinked and got up from the bed, but Kyojuro quickly shook his head, "You will need shoes on!"

"Are we going somewhere? It's almost dark out there already?" You asked and the Kitsune grinned happily, "Yes!"

"Are you going to tell me where we are going?"

"No, I'm not!"

"Okay...?" You were suspicious but you decided to trust him as you asked, "Are sneakers okay or should I put heels back on?"

"Whatever makes you feel most comfortable!" Kyojuro replied and you nodded, "Sneakers it is."

As you reached for your shoes, your fiance glanced at his younger brother who was reading a comic book he had brought with him from home, "Senjuro, do you manage if we go out for a moment?"

"I'll be fine so there is no hurry for you two to come back." The young fox smiled and the older one nodded, accepting his brother's reply.

After putting your shoes on, you followed Kyojuro blindly and you soon found yourself outside where your big brother's and his dwarf husband's ceremony was held. Someone had already cleaned all the seats away and the altar was the only thing left from the wedding held just hours ago.

"Kyojuro, what do you have in your mind-?"

"Just follow me, my beloved!" He said and you were confused but followed him as he lead you to one of the nature paths that lead into the forest surrounding the bed and breakfast.

"Kyojuro, I'm not wearing anything that would suit a nature walk. Also, I can barely see ahead of me." You complained, but your beloved Kitsune smiled, "We are almost there!"

"Where?" You asked and suddenly you stepped into an opening in the middle of the trees and you gasped. There were some sort of eerie lights floating in the air surrounding you two, creating this magical glow around the two of you.

"Kyojuro, what-?" You were asking, but he smiled, "I summoned some will-o'-the-wisp to help me!"

"They are beautiful," You murmured in awe as you watched the lights gently dance around the two of you. "Wait, help you?"

Kyojuro smiled as he gently grasped your hand, "My beloved, you do know that I only want your happiness?" He asked and to his joy, you nodded.

"I couldn't help but notice how you looked at your brother's engagement ring when he visited last week to announce his wedding to you." He said and you panicked a little.

"Ah, I was only admiring it, nothing else!" You hurriedly defended your actions, but Kyojuro just smiled, "I had a feeling you would like a ring of your own..."

"No way-!" You gasped as Kyojuro got on one knee before you and you panicked so hard you smiled and laughed, "Kyojuro, I'm wearing a freaking hoodie with a ketchup stain on it and sweatpants!"

"And you look beautiful!" He exclaimed as he reached for his pocket and pulled out a small dark box. You couldn't believe this was happening. You covered your mouth in shock as he snapped the box open and you saw this gorgeous lotus ring with a huge crimson ruby in the center, surrounded by smaller rubies.

"Kyojuro...!" You gasped and the fox smiled, "I know we are engaged, but I wanted to make it more official in the eyes of others!"

Carefully, he picked up the ring and looked at you, "My beloved bride, will you do me the honor and stay with me until it's time for you to become my dearest wife and the lady of the Rengoku household?"

"Kyojuro...!" You almost sobbed as you smiled and nodded, "Yes! Yes, I will!"

The Kitsune was all smiles as he offered his hand to you and you gently placed your left hand over his so he could slip the ring on your finger. It was a perfect fit, just like the two of you were.

"May every person who ever sees this ring on you know that you belong to me!" Kyojuro exclaimed in joy, and you couldn't help but giggle a little bit.

"I belong to you?" You grinned, "What am I, a cat?"

"At least as cute as one!" He laughed as he stood up and you were nearly startled by the loving look in his gorgeous eyes. "I truly love you..."

"And I love you..." You murmured back happily and you were both all smiles as you kissed, surrounded by dark forest and eerie ghost lights.

[princesse-de-ravenclaw]

Champagne Problems (i)

summary: Y/N Y/L/N has everything: a wealthy family, a famous last name, and the most eligible bachelor in the wizarding community as her soon to be husband. What happens when she’s reunited with a forbidden friend from the past?

tw: angst if you squint??  

word count: 3,990

Y/N Y/L/N thought she had everything. A lavish lifestyle, many admirers, a hefty inheritance, and a wealthy man she was promised to marry. Granted, she didn’t know him very well, and had only spent a few minutes with him here and there, he seemed nice enough- definitely the kind of fellow she could learn to fall in love with. Y/N couldn’t really care less about falling in love, anyway. She’d never experienced it, never wanted to. Maybe she would fall in love with her fiancé, maybe they would only go through life together as partners in society. Either way was fine with her. As soon as she said “I Do,” she would gain even more money and an even higher social status. This marriage would make her basically royalty in the wizard community.

An engagement party was being thrown, and all of the noble wizard families were invited to celebrate with Y/N and her fiancé. Y/N’s parents had Amelia Rosehart, the most famous stylist in the Wizarding world, come to create a gown for Y/N for the evening and style her hair and her makeup. “Nothing but the best from here on out!” They declared jovially. They were the most excited for the marriage, as being tied to the Williams family would bring them an even higher social standing as well. They had decorators come in to enchant the ballroom, and caterers apparating in from France- the only event that would be more extravagant than the engagement party was the actual wedding.

Guests started arriving right as Y/N finished getting ready. The elaborate chime of the doorbell began as Amelia put the finishing rouge on Y/N’s lips. The dress was gorgeous- champagne colored, coated intricately with rhinestones. It had a v-shaped neckline with delicate spaghetti straps and fell beautifully into a modified a-line. It really was a masterpiece. Her hair was put into an elegant half-up do with a thin hairpiece made to match her dress, and her eyeshadow was painted on with shimmering neutrals and the most beautiful eyelash extensions money could buy. All of this topped off with a deep red lipstick, Y/N looked like something out of a work of art. Looking in the mirror, she could hardly recognize herself. Reckon I ought to get used to looking like this. This is what the future looks like, Y/N told herself. She held her chin a little higher, looked at herself one last time, and then headed downstairs to greet the first guests to arrive.

Of course, the Williamses were the first to arrive. Mr. Williams, Gerald, was not a tall man. He was rather stout with white hair and white mutton-chop sideburns, and a very stern face. He was extremely interested in politics, and completely unafraid of voicing his opinions. Y/N had only met him twice and she knew to hold her tongue around him. His wife, Margaux, emitted an aura of elegance that was unmatched. Her hair was a light brown, peppered with grays that she wore proudly, unlike Y/N’s mother who fussed over every little silver hair that showed up on her head. Margaux Williams was a beautiful woman, who looked much more youthful than her actual age, but there was something about her face that radiated wisdom and knowledge, she seemed to have lived a thousand lifetimes. Together, they seemed like royalty.

Peter Williams looked like his mother, but in a charming, boyish way. He had short blond hair, naturally wavy and styled back with a copious amount of gel. He had big eyes, a deep blue in color that always seemed to sparkle. He was always clean shaven, with a sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones. He was tall, with an athletic build, and Y/N couldn’t help but notice that he had the whitest teeth she’d ever seen. He was handsome, there was no denying that. Peter was the poster child for perfect boys- he had graduated from Durmstrang the year before, played quidditch from his second through seventh years, and since completing school, he had taken a job at the ministry of magic, just as a formality, of course. It was evident that he didn’t need the money. He was polite and cordial, as far as Y/N knew. She had only spent scattered minutes with him up until now.

“Mr. and Mrs. Williams, Peter, it’s lovely to see you. Please, come in,” Y/N bowed her head politely before stepping aside to let her soon-to-be family enter. “Mimkey will take your coats,” Y/N informed them, motioning to the house elf standing to the left of the entrance. And thus, the small talk began. The weather, Y/N’s upcoming school year, how marvelous Peter was doing at his job in the ministry. It was all very charming and polite, and Y/N wondered for a moment when she would actually get to know these people, other than exchanging small pleasantries. She supposed it wouldn’t matter, maybe she would go the rest of her life only exchanging shallow chitchat with these people, and that was fine. She had been tutored in small talk since before she started at Hogwarts, it was nothing she couldn’t handle.

Shortly after the Williamses arrived, more guests began to show up, and the evening began. Extravagant gifts were brought and set on display: rare wines, expensive candles, intricate bouquets of flowers, among other things. It was all very posh. Y/N tried to greet everyone when they arrived, but after the tenth family showed up, it became nearly impossible. Everyone wanted a chance to chat with the happy couple. As soon as one person was done asking questions, another person would come in and swoop Y/N and Peter away to answer more. Questions about the wedding, did they have plans for a honeymoon yet, were they already thinking about children, it seemed like they answered the same handful of questions hundreds of times over and over. Y/N wondered if Peter was as tired of answering them as she was, and he was just doing a good job of not showing it, or if he actually didn’t mind it at all. If the former was true, Peter was even better at handling formalities than Y/N was. She added that to a mental note of assets that Peter possessed. She was sure that would come in handy in their future.

After a particularly intrusive conversation about their plans for having children, Y/N couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. She was only 17, she wasn’t ready to have children yet. These people were expecting her to finish her 7th year at Hogwarts and immediately get married and start having babies. Her whole life, she knew that when she graduated, she would be married to Peter and her life as a Williams would begin. She had never stopped to think that that meant that she would have to become a stay at home mother at 18. Y/N excused herself from the conversation to get some fresh air. She kept a polite smile on her face as she passed guests, and swept a glass of champagne off of one of the trays that was being passed around as she made her way to the main staircase.

Y/N rushed upstairs and down the hall to the second floor balcony. Thinking she was alone, she let out a deep sigh and gulped down half of her glass. “Small talk can be exhausting,” a voice spoke up, causing Y/N to jump and nearly lose her glass. She knew that voice. She hadn’t spoken to him since they were 11, but his reputation at school preceded him. “Jesus, Sirius, what are you doing out here?” she asked, “What are you doing here at all, actually?” Y/N and Sirius were the best of friends when they were children. The Y/L/N’s and the Blacks were close, but when Sirius got sorted into Gryffindor and started rejecting the Blacks’ family values, Y/N was forbidden from being friends with him, as her parents didn’t want him to taint their perfect proper little girl.

“I was invited. You sent the letter to the whole Black family,” Sirius shrugged. “I assumed they wouldn’t bring you, seeing as none of them really speak to you,” Y/N told him honestly. Sirius cracked a playful smile, “Are you trying to tell me I’m not welcome here?” Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile back. “Of course you’re welcome here,” she told him, “But if any of my family sees you and tells you to leave, I didn’t tell you that.” Sirius leaned over and clinked his glass to hers. “You’ve got a deal,” He smiled. “Anyway, I’m out here because I simply cannot stand any of these people,” Sirius answered Y/N’s previous question. “What’s got you out here avoiding your own party?” he asked. “I-ugh- I am not avoiding my own party! I just-“ Y/N sputtered, but Sirius just quirked a brow at her.

“Look,” Y/N sighed, “I can handle the ungodly amounts of small talk. It’s boring, and even a little bit stupid, but I’m good at it, and I can do it. But in there... these people are planning my whole future out for me and I don’t have a say. I always knew my options were going to be limited, I knew that I was going to have to marry Peter and I accepted that. But now that it’s so close, I’m being pressured to drop everything I’ve been looking forward to, just to become a housewife. And a mother. A mother! Can you imagine, me? Leaving school, immediately getting married and then having a baby at 18? I don’t know, I guess I always thought I would have some time to live my life at least a little bit before I had to give everything up,” Y/N shook her head before gulping down the rest of her glass of champagne.

“Yeah, I can see where that might get to be a bit unbearable,” Sirius agreed. “It’s just... I don’t know. I want this. Of course I want this. I just, wanted other things too, I guess. And before tonight I thought I could have it all, but I suppose that was unrealistic to think,” Y/N told him. Sirius could tell that Y/N was ready to change the subject, so he didn’t press. “Well, on the bright side, you look ravishing,” Sirius gave her a wolfish smile. Y/N laughed and rolled her eyes, “Thank you.” It occurred to her then that Sirius’s comment might have been the first genuine compliment she’d gotten all night. Of course, she looked good. With how much money her family had spent on her dress, hair, and makeup, she would certainly hope she looked good. But everyone that had complimented her throughout the evening, it was all about how nice the expensive things looked. The expensive dress, the expensive shoes, the professionally done makeup. Sirius was the only person who had actually complimented her, not even Peter had done that. Sirius didn’t care about all of the fancy extras, and Y/N knew that.

“Earth to Y/N?” Sirius asked, snapping Y/N out of her thoughts. “Sorry, I just...” Y/N trailed off, shaking her head. “Where’d you go?” Sirius tilted his head slightly to the side. “Just...” Y/N sighed, “Just thinking about how shallow all of these people here are. Everything is about money,” she admitted. Sirius nodded silently. He knew, as much as he tried to reject it, he grew up in the same community she did. “And don’t get me wrong, I like money. I enjoy being wealthy and all of the privileges that come with it. But that’s the difference, isn’t it? I know that they are privileges, perks, I understand that I’m fortunate enough to be born into a wealthy family. I’ve seen how some of the kids we go to school with live. I know that I’m lucky, and I never intend to let that go to my head, or forget that it could have easily been me that was born into a lower middle class family. Everyone here, they just take it all for granted. They’re so entitled, they think that they actually deserve everything handed to them on a silver platter. It’s just...” Y/N trailed off.

“It’s sickening,” Sirius finished for her. “It makes you want to take them by the shoulders and shake them and yell ‘get your head out of your arse! You are no better than anyone else, money means nothing in terms of character.’” “Yes, exactly!” Y/N exclaimed with a laugh. “How exactly did you come to have the ideals of a decent person when you grew

up surrounded by all of this bullshit?” Sirius asked her, almost incredulously. “I guess I just like other people too much,” Y/N shrugged. “Most of them go through school only talking to people in our community. I talked to everyone, made friends with everyone, heard everyone’s stories. I guess I took a little bit from all of them and became my own person,” Y/N stared up at the night sky. “Kind of, my own person,” she corrected herself. “Mostly, your own person, I think,” Sirius told her, “I think you’re just holding onto this one last thing that’s going to keep you here forever,” he said honestly.

“No, you’re right. There are so many things I disagree with, so many things I don’t care about. But I love my family, and this is what they’re asking of me, so this is what I have to do,” Y/N nodded, almost to convince herself. Sirius stayed silent. “I um, I ought to get back in there. I can’t be a very good host if I’m hiding out here, can I?” Y/N laughed lightly. “No, I don’t suppose you can,” Sirius smiled, and Y/N thought she saw a bit of disappointment in his eyes. She shook the thought out of her head and turned to walk back inside, but paused at the door. “Hey, Sirius?” she asked, turning to him. “Yeah?” he replied. “Do you think.. do you think it would be okay if we said ‘hi’ to each other, like in the halls at school?” she asked sheepishly. Sirius chuckled and grinned brightly, “I think I would like that.” Y/N grinned back. “Me too. Have fun, don’t get thrown out,” she quipped. “Can’t make any promises. You try not to get brainwashed in there,” he gave her a wink, and with a smile, Y/N returned to the party.

After another hour or so of mingling, it was time for dinner to be served. Y/N was grateful for all of her training in hosting, as she was able to mindlessly chatter away while her mind was lingering on her conversation with Sirius. She discreetly looked for him, while everyone was gathered to eat, but if he came inside for dinner, he was seated in a different room, because Y/N didn’t see him. Peter didn’t talk much, only answered questions he was asked directly, and Y/N did the same. Their parents did most of the talking, and for that, Y/N was grateful. The longer she sat at the dinner table, the more drained she felt. After dessert was served, Margaux clinked her spoon to her glass and everyone fell silent. “Everyone, if you would please gather in the ballroom once you have finished your dessert. Peter has an announcement he would like to make,” She announced. “Mimkey, will you please relay the message to the guests dining in the other rooms?” Y/M/N instructed the house elf. “Of course, master. Mimkey will go now!” she exclaimed, running off to the next room.

Y/N knew what was about to happen. She swallowed her nerves and dabbed her mouth one last time before gracefully standing up, pushing her chair in, and making her way to the ballroom. She stopped in the hallway for just a moment, looking in a decorative mirror to check her makeup one last time before the main event. It was in pristine condition, of course. Magical makeup was charmed to not budge, only coming off with a charmed facecloth. Y/N knew that, but she enjoyed the opportunity to stall, if just for a few seconds. As she made her way down the hallway that lead to the ballroom, Y/N found her thoughts drifting back to Sirius. She wondered if his parents dragged him here to save face and show a united family, or if he had snuck in under the guise of his family’s invitation. Of course, if he had snuck in, he would have to have a reason for why he even wanted to be there. He said himself, he couldn’t stand these people. Why would he want to come to a formal party and be surrounded by them? No, his family must have brought him along.

Once all of the guests were gathered in the ballroom, all but one, it seemed, Peter cleared his throat. “I appreciate everyone’s attendance tonight, it means a lot to my family as well as the Y/L/N’s. As you all know, Y/N and I have been promised to each other since we were children. We have spent the last few months beginning the process of planning for the wedding, but we missed one important step that I would like to take tonight,” He announced. Peter gracefully sank down onto one knee and pulled a dark blue velvet box out of his pocket. “Y/N Y/L/N, we were chosen for each other long before we got the chance to meet. But now that we have met, and had the opportunity to spend some time together, I would like you to know that I am choosing you, for myself. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?” Peter took the ring out of the box and held it up to Y/N.

The wave of “awww!” and “oh, how sweet!” reminded Y/N that this whole evening was about theatrics. It was all fake, of course, all for show. Tonight was the most amount of time they had spent together, and they had been so busy talking to guests, they barely had the opportunity to talk to each other. But of course, the show must go on, so Y/N put on the most dazzling smile she could. “Yes, I will,” She agreed, loud enough for all of the guests to hear. Everyone broke out in a polite round of applause as Peter slipped the ring onto Y/N’s finger and stood up. The photographers were ushered to the front of the crowd to take pictures of Y/N and Peter, and from then on, the night was a blur.

Soon, the Williamses and the Y/L/N’s were waving the guests goodbye, until they were the only six people left. “Darling, the adults have planning to do, why don’t you take Peter to the conservatory, show him all of those plants you’ve been working on?” Y/M/N suggested. “Of course, mother. Peter, come this way,” Y/N offered Peter her hand, and he gently took it, letting her lead the way through the massive house to the room with glass walls. The pair were silent until they reached their destination and Y/N spoke up. “This is our conservatory, although over the last two years, I’ve turned it more into a glorified plant room,” Y/N announced. “I wouldn’t call herbology a passion of mine, but I do enjoy taking care of the plants when I’m stuck at home for the summer,” she admitted. Peter gave a small smile and a light nod. “Due to how delicate some of the plants are, this room is always strictly off-limits to guests, but I guess you’re family now, so...” Y/N trailed off. Peter squeezed her hand gently before letting it go.

“They’re lovely,” he assured her. The two were silent for a few minutes as Peter walked around, admiring Y/N’s plants. “I got a dog,” he finally spoke up. “I’m sorry?” Y/N raised an eyebrow. “When I was in school,” he clarified. “I didn’t have the patience for plants, so I convinced my parents to let me get a dog,” He told her. “I know how insufferable summers can get in between school years. You go on a vacation for two weeks, and then your father is expected back to work and you’re stuck sitting at home for the next six weeks. It’s painfully boring,” he admitted. Y/N laughed, feeling almost relieved that he could relate to her. “Yes!” she exclaimed. “I can’t believe they let you get a dog, I tried that when I was thirteen all the way to when I was fifteen and my mother would not budge. She refused to have a ‘smelly, loud, fowl beast’ in the house,” she shared. “I had so much energy, all the time. I think they just wanted me out of their hair,” Peter told her. “During school, I had quidditch and parties, and whatnot to keep me occupied but when I came home, there just wasn’t enough to keep me active. I would have so much pent up energy, I thought I was going to explode,” Peter laughed fondly.

“Damn, if I had only been more hyperactive,” Y/N joked. “That’s the key to it, should have known,” Peter shrugged playfully. “No, in all honesty it’s okay. For me, it was more about companionship. I would feel terribly lonely at times, and I just wanted a friend to have around at all times. Eventually I talked her into letting me get a cat, but I had to train it not to jump on the counters. Do you know how hard it is to train a cat?” Y/N laughed. “That sounds like one of the most difficult things I’ve ever heard,” he agreed, and then he spoke up softly, “I didn’t know you had a cat.” “Oh, uh, yeah. Her name is Desdemona, after the character in ‘Othello’. Her nickname is Mona,” Y/N told him. “Didn’t know you liked Shakespeare, either,” Peter admitted. “Don’t get me wrong, he had a few plays that I wouldn’t care to read twice, but for the most part, yeah, he’s brilliant,” Y/N smiled faintly.

“Excuse me if this is out of line, but...” Peter hesitated. “Isn’t it just a little bit ridiculous that our parents threw this whole party with the expectation of us to act like we know each other at all? I’m prepared to marry you, and get to know you in time, but all of these theatrics? For what?” he asked. Y/N couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “That’s... not out of line at all,” Y/N assured him, “I’ve been asking myself that same question all night. But... It’s really comforting to hear that you feel the same way.” “I don’t know about your parents, but mine love a good dinner party,” Peter suggested. “Oh, mine do, too. They love to play the role of welcoming hosts. But I have a good feeling your parents just like to have an excuse to brag about you,” Y/N told him. “What can I say?” Peter shrugged dramatically. “They were blessed with the perfect child,” he declared. “Yeah, alright. Don’t get too far up there on your high horse,” Y/N laughed, nudging him playfully.

“Peter, it’s time to say goodbye!” Margaux’s voice rang down the hall, herself and Gerald appearing in the doorway moments later. “I’ll be seeing you,” Peter smiled, and Y/N smiled in return. “Peter!” his mother scolded, “That is no way to leave your financée!” Peter stood facing Y/N with his back to his mother. He playfully rolled his eyes to Y/N and she had to stifle a laugh, before Peter obeyed his mother and took a few steps toward Y/N and leaning down to press a kiss on her cheek. “Have a good night,” he told her. “You, too, Peter. Goodnight, Mr. and Mrs. Williams,” Y/N called to the family. “Goodnight, Dear,” Margaux replied, and with that, the three of them left and the night was finally over.

[thetoaddaddy]

@super-kame-love ❤️ for a wedding thing

I’m thinking summer wedding. Which means outside venue! Probably Aina’s farm since its scenic and has a fair share of pretty places to get hitched.

Probably somewhere close to the house. With one of those big outside entertaining tents without the sides. While that does sound real simple those tents can be set up to be very pretty. With string lights that are a mix of plain and something like a paper lantern assortment for lighting. Wedding colours of forest green, white, and wood tones to accent the area

Something more natural in terms of decoration. Like table runners of woven twigs and candles in simple glass jars. An assortment of more unassuming but still very pretty and meaningful flowers. Things like honeysuckle, tulips, and daisies.

Attire wise if we’re thinking of keeping the more traditional style but keep the more laid back style of them both as a couple I propose: The more modern simple white and red kimono with small colourful flowers embroidered along the the sleeves, neck and chest area in a sorta concentrated at the hems then scatter farther apart as it goes into the fabric. Jiraiya I imagine wearing something that more compliments the theme of the wedding over the overly formal attire of ur average groom. Dark green and white, but worn more trim and proper. Wedding party can be more modern as it usually is(dresses and suits), beige and white so to not blend into the nature around them. Guest dress code can be kinda lax, I imagine something more fruity. Flowers in the hair and anything that doesn’t match the wedding party.

Something calm and slow for the aisle walk. Like harps or a guitar, a gentle melody to walk down to. Custom vows. Jiraiya probably won’t get through his without getting choked up. In short it would be all the things he never really says to her but is always feeling. A sentimental man under a facade of taking what she does for granted.

Reception a bit more out towards the fields. Can crank the tunes and get rowdy. First dance to something more unplugged and minimal. Like the acoustic version of I like me better. Or something like that.

Instead of the big shared wedding party table it’s just them at their own table. No real open mics or toasts. Just a nice celebration. Lasts pretty long.

[apersonshapedcomputer]

(I have clawed my way through another semester to bring you part four of my hero x villain story! They now have names. There are new characters with actual speaking roles. There is ✨Fashion✨.

beginning, previous chapter)

Phase 3: Walk walk, fashion baby~

"You know, I kind of wish we were the same size right now, because this room calls to my inner child's need to play dress up."

Dawn was bouncing from mannequin to clothing rack, trying to take everything in at once. The nature of my work meant that I needed to have an extensive array of outfits to choose from. Some of these outfits were scattered across different safe houses I own, but most of them could be found in The Closet. I built The Closet to be a costumer's dream.

Three floors. Temperature controlled. Organized by color, style, and event. And of course, there was Deji.

Deji was a tall person, never seen without a fantastic outfit and meticulously decorated afro. The day's look appeared to be small lights, turning their hair into a glorious halo of stars, and a comfortable maxi dress in black and midnight blue. I took a moment to appreciate their artistry.

"Rhe, sweetness, you brought me a new doll to play with!" Deji exclaimed.

Dawn turned to us, concerned. "Uh, doll?"

It was too late for him. Deji pounced, measuring tape in hand. Their rich, low voice filled the room with questions like "Are there any fabrics or textures that you can't stand?" and "Do you know how to walk in heels?", as they gently poked Dawn into optimal measuring stances.

"Deji, this is Dawnstar, as I'm sure you already know. Dawn, this is Deji, expert tailor and fashionista." I sidled over to a lectern on one side of the room. It had a tablet built into it, allowing the user to view a catalogue of every item in The Closet, as well as a detailed archive of fashion history and trends. Directly in front of me was a short pedestal surrounded by mirrors, reminiscent of a high end dressing room in a bridal boutique. I began to scroll through color pallets and fabric types as Deji herded Dawn over to stand on the pedestal.

"What sweetness fails to mention is that I'm her *oldest* and *dearest* friend," Deji playfully intoned, "and I got to bear witness to *all* her awkward stages growing up." I shot them a frosty glower, to which they simply blew a raspberry at me.

How dare they bring up my dark past.

"Rhetoric? Control queen, stone cold poker-face, no hair out of place *Rhetoric* had *awkward phases*? *Plural*?!" Dawnstar seemed to no longer be perturbed by Deji's maneuvering, too delighted at the concept of me having once been... cringe. "I know she can be dramatic, but even when she's going full ham it's in a weirdly graceful way?"

"I too, am human, and have thus have on occasion made questionable decisions. I have since trained myself out of my more... troublesome tendencies or overly emotional reactions." I knew that he was very aware of my levels of self control, having seen me once stare down a Strorix Game-Master during the Deathgame incident, without balking. The Game-Master looked away first.

I smoothly pulled out my phone and pull up the official wedding invitation he received, slaying that conversation before Deji could talk about my version of an emo phase.

"The noise from our confrontation has died down a bit, but there are still a few mentions of it here and there. This is perfect, given that we have only two-and-a-half weeks until the wedding. That should be plenty time for Deji to work their magic on our outfits."

Deji snorted, "*Plenty* she says. Plenty! Two whole outfits in less than two weeks, and for the event of the *year*!" They devolved into aggrieved ranting as they finishing taking measurements.

I began to read the wedding invitation aloud, to drown out their griping.

"Together with their families, Lady Rong Shih and The Rockin' Sorcha Darrow invite Dinari "Dawnstar" Seidu-Tinio, along with a guest, to share in their wedding celebration." A second page lists location, time, and preferred style of dress.

"They seem to be following the "no shirt, no shoes, no service" policy rather than any real dress code, which leaves us plenty of room for creativity."

I looked back at Dawn to find him staring at me, eyes wide and his lips slightly parted. "You... I don't think I've ever heard you say my actual name before."

Oh, that was interesting. I decided to see what happened when I pushed this particular button.

"Well *Dinari*, you've never used my given name either. I'm starting to wonder if you even know it."

He made an interesting choking sound as I practically purred his name, it was even better than when I used pet names with him.

"W-wha? I mean- of course I know your name! It just- I got so used to calling you Rhetoric, and then Rhe - though that was more to try and mess with you early on and it didn't really work - but I *do* know your name, *Ms. Rhea Rivera*."

That... Alright, maybe I understood his reaction to the use of his name now. It felt... intimate, hearing that from him. Unlike him however, *I* was able to keep from showing much of a reaction. It did take me a half second longer to respond than normal however.

"Good, it would be rather embarrassing if we were to show up to the wedding and you started fumbling when introducing me to your ex. Hmm, the nickname Dawn suits you though... Perhaps Din as another nickname? Darling Din?"

A whirring sound interrupted any response he might have made. While we had been bantering, Deji had been using their portable controller to get clothing and fabric samples delivered to the dressing room. A panel of the wall smoothly opened up to allow a clothing rack to slither its way in. With the bounty of cloth and accessories came an excited giggling sound.

Perched atop the front of the serpentine rack was a 4 year old child, who's appearance could be summed up as Glitter. Glittery beads in her hair, glittery shoes, a slightly less glittery jumpsuit, and a cape decorated with glittery stars and planets.

Inanna was Deji's daughter, and she had made The Closet her playground. With all the poise of a queen, she skillfully kept her balance on the rack-turned-steed as it finished encircling the room. She quickly slid off her mount, little legs kicking in the air briefly before plopping down onto the carpet. I widened my stance and braced for impact.

36 pounds of gleeful child barrelled into me. I used her momentum to spin us both as I lifted her up to rest on my hip.

"*Titi*, I picked my clothes today! Look look look! I'm sparkly! I match Mr. Sparkly. Hi Mr. Sparkly!" She eagerly informed me on the state of her dress before waving her arms at Din. Such a well spoken and *loquacious* child.

"I see sweetheart. You may be the sparkliest child I have *ever* seen." I shot Din a look, and flicked my gaze towards the excitable little disco ball in my arms. He seemed to get the hint, and I could practically see him activate a mental switch labeled Child Mode.

"Hi there! Loving the outfit, I *wish* I had your sense of style when I was your age."

Inanna preened at his complement. "You know," Din tapped his chin, "I think I might just be able to help you add a little more bling to this situation!" With a twist of his fingers some of the light in the room bent around Inanna. Disco ball was an apt assessment, I needed to squint a little as Din's powers caused her outfit to light up in a stunning, multicolored display. Her squeal was precious, and near deafening.

I set her down as she began to wriggle, and she happily began to spin around. Din's face as he watched her toddle about was... soft. How dare he look so sweet?

I turned back to the tablet and started pulling up my dossier on Din's ex, Ezekiel Gray. My dislike for the man predated his relationship with Din, as his nosiness had resulted in unwanted scruitny on a few of my earlier schemes.

"Deji, I'm going to need you to scrap any designs that include bright yellows, beige, or salmon."

They turned their head towards me, owl like, a look of disgust on their face. "I'm insulted that you think that I would ever put you in *beige*."

"Right, right, my apologies for the insinuation. What color pallet would you recommend, oh great sage of fashion?"

Din raised his hand. "I vote watermelon!"

Both Deji and I paused to consider this.

"That..." I squinted, pondering viability of a watermelon color combo.

"...could work." Deji completed the thought.

They immediately start digging through the rack of clothes, quickly gathering items in pinks and greens. "Rhe, be a dear and punch in the codes for black beads, small black buttons, and white shoes please?"

I dutifully typed in the codes before grabbing a pink sleeveless top that had caught my eye. It had a high collar, though with a teardrop cut-out below where the collar bone would be. The color wasn't quite right, but I was sure that was an easy fix.

I sauntered over to where Din watched in fascination as Inanna used her kiddie tablet, creating outfit sets for her stuffed animals. He looked down in curiosity when I held the shirt up against his chest.

"Ooh, that's soft!" He delightedly stroked the top.

"This, with black accessories around the waist. And looser pants to even things out." I didn't need to turn to know that Deji had heard me.

Din seemed amused by my instructions. "At least I know I'm in good hands when you pick my outfits. I'll look good, *and* be comfortable." He was making that soft face again, but at me this time. That odd, warm and gooey feeling appeared in my chest again.

He liked the clothes I pick out for him.

He felt *comfortable* in them, and thus around me when I was taking care of him. And I... I felt more relaxed around him as well...

I'd been silent for 2.73 seconds, it was time to redirect before he noticed the effect that his damned dimples were having on me.

"As if I would be caught dead with my date looking uncomfortable because some scratchy clothes." I sniffed in mock disdain, turning to hand off the shirt to Deji. "We must be the most photogenic and comfortable looking people at this wedding!"

Inanna's head snapped up at my words. "Wedding!?" She looked to be vibrating with sudden excitement, looking like a puppy who just heard the word "treat".

Deji chuckled, "Now you've done it." The child began to emit a sustained, high pitched squeal. It was rather impressive, and I distantly wondered what kind of effect it would have on people with enhanced hearing. Still squealing, she began to flick her gaze between Din and I.

Oh dear. "Not *my* wedding sweetheart. Those heroes, the ah, magic sword lady and rockstar lady are the ones getting married."

One would have thought I had set fire to her plushy collection from the look of devastation on her face. "B-but... Uncle Sparkly...?" Her lip was wobbling. Those were *tears* in my precious niece's eyes. I thought fast, knowing I had a window of mere seconds to prevent the calamity.

"It's not my wedding *this time*. But you know," I rested my cheek on one hand and gazed thoughtfully into the distance, "I *could* bring back pictures for you, so that you can get inspiration for planning a wedding for me one day."

Her eyes widened at the prospect of event planning. She either did not catch, or did not care, that I had not specified a timeline or spouse; the joyous glint was back in her eyes, and she snatched up her tablet once more. "I'ma start now! You gotta have the *best* wedding, and then give me a little cousin as a present so I can dress them up." With that reveal of her plans for my future she bounded off to get a snack.

I was both immensely proud and slightly leery. Proud, because she clearly knew what she wanted and had no qualms about arranging the lives of people around her to fit her vision. Leery, because she was now locked onto the goal of marrying me off and drafting my hypothetical offspring as her dress up dolls.

Ah well, at least she wasn't crying.

Deji cackled from beside me. "HA! You know she's never gonna let that go right?" Still snickering they turned to Din, who was once more sporting an impressive blush. "Sorry hon, looks like you're trapped! Don't worry though, Rhe comes with perks. I'll give you the -*snrk*- the family discount on designs."

Din somehow went even redder at the mention of "perks". How cute.

I smiled a bit as I began to corral Deji back into finalizing our outfit designs. I'd give Din a bit of time to breathe before using this as teasing material. Even as we spent the rest of the day comparing the merits of different fabrics, debating appropriate amounts of glitter, and discussing ideal positioning of hidden pockets, an idle daydream began to take form in my mind. Nothing quite solid yet. Just a faint vision of wedding cakes, quite evenings spent in pleasant companionship, and a sly child with a disarming pair of dimples...

[lucky-clover-gazette]

this is our get-along fic

two years after shadow and vio's evil takeover, the gang reunites for dinner. this is a multi-chapter continuation of the oneshot "thank darkness for that," which introduces a corruption-type au that's actually super chill. definitely read the one-shot before following this one!

chapter 1 of 7: the darkest timeline (3400 words)

Shadow nods. “You know, we’ve really been making strides on our emotional intelligence lately.”

“I suppose we have.”

“Of course,” Shadow muses, “we’ve been normal-type-intelligent from the very beginning, so it’s no wonder they made us kings.”

“Shadow. We made us kings.”

“A very intelligent move on our part!”

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Life is good in the darkest timeline.

It’s been two years since Shadow and Vio took over the world, and just shy of one since their royal wedding. They’ve faced many challenges during their time in power—multiple assassination attempts, conflicts over royal traditions, and semi-regular sleepless nights, just to name a few. But they’ve also changed the world for the better, having bridged the Dark and Light worlds and restored entire natural regions of Hyrule. Not too shabby for a pair of former villains who took the throne at age nineteen.

“I don’t like the decorations,” Vio says from on high, presiding over the Royal Event Planning Committee as they put the final touches on the banquet hall. Originally Vio had wanted to host the dinner party in a more intimate space, but Shadow had  worried that the already stressful situation would quickly get claustrophobic. So they settled instead on their throne room, with its stainless marble flooring and sunlight pouring through stained glass. They oversee the preparation from their thrones, one of which is hardly ever used, as Shadow has always preferred to perch on Vio’s armrest rather than occupy his own seat.

“Oh no,” Shadow coos, playing with Vio’s flowing shoulder-length hair. Neither he nor Vio wear their crowns outside of special royal occasions, opting overall for more casual styles of dress. Of course their clothing is still made from the finest materials, created specifically for them by Hyrule’s most talented artisans from Ordon to Eldin.

Vio wrinkles his nose at the silver and gold garlands being strung around the columns. “It looks tacky.”

“Okay tastemaker, what would you prefer instead?”

Shadow’s just poking fun, but there’s an edge to Vio’s expression. He’s been like this for the past week, ever since they got the RSVPs from their four anticipated guests. Shadow knows why, of course, but he’ll never fully understand Vio’s feelings on the matter. Given the way they’ve been affecting Vio, Shadow’s almost grateful for that. Only almost, though, because it tears him up when he can’t bear even some of Vio’s pain. They got here together—they’re both equally responsible for the good and bad consequences of their plan. It’s not fair that Vio seems to suffer more for it, at least inside his own head.

“Hey!” Vio shouts out, startling one of the committee members.

Shadow grabs a bit of Vio’s hair and gently pulls. “Vi, can you please just relax—”

Vio ignores him, casting a disapproving glance at the dining table. “That needs to move.”

It takes Shadow a second, but he’s pretty sure the committee member’s name is Fletcher. He’s been making it a priority lately to learn as many names as possible, under the diplomatic guidance of his new royal advisor.

“Thank you, Fletcher,” Shadow adds with an apologetic shrug. Fletcher looks from Vio, to Shadow, to the table, and cringes.

“So sorry!” they shout, grabbing another committee member to help them move it.

Shadow sighs and disentangles his hand from Vio’s hair, using it instead to rub his back. “You know you’re freaking out for no reason, right?”

Vio’s gaze stays fixed forward, but his voice is soft. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

The table’s new location seems to appease him, even though Shadow’s the one who ideally needs it out of the sunlight. And he doesn’t really, anymore, because he’s been living in this world for two years, and it is possible for a Dark Worlder to gradually adjust. Shadow does appreciate the thought, though, especially given the legislation he’s trying to pass mandating accommodations for Dark Worlders in public spaces.

Shadow kisses Vio’s forehead and Vio hums. “I know I’m being… prickly,” he says. “I’m sorry.” He cups a hand around his mouth and repeats his apology across the hall, startling Fletcher yet again. Now it’s Vio’s turn to cringe.

“They all get why you’re stressed,” Shadow reassures him. “It’s not exactly the kingdom’s best-kept secret that the ex-Heroes and ex-Princess have issues with our reign. They tried to murder us at our wedding like four times.”

“Five,” Vio corrects Shadow, because accuracy apparently matters when it comes to botched assassinations. To be fair, it very much does, and if it were up to Vio the first attempt would probably have been a success.

“Five,” Shadow confirms. “Point is, I’m sure they don’t blame you for being on edge. I personally think it’s good that you’re nervous, because it means you really do care about winning back their favor.”

Vio shakes his head. “You make it sound too transactional. It’s not about making me feel better, or getting forgiveness or whatever. I don’t deserve that, especially for the things I’ve done in the past.. I just… I wish things could be different now.”

“And in some ways they are, but you already know that.”

Vio groans and rubs his temple. “It was easier when they all hated me, and we believed they always would.”

“Welllll,” Shadow draws out the word, “it’s not too late to call it off.”

Vio shakes his head, as Shadow had fully expected. He’s got a pretty solid understanding of his husband’s psychology at this point, and suspects that giving Vio the option to back out would actually help him feel more certain moving forward.

His husband—Shadow still gets stuck on that. They married at twenty, which is apparently young in Hylian culture, but given the circumstances Shadow still thinks it had been right call. It’d made all the sense in the world to him at the time, because honestly he couldn’t imagine ending up with anyone else, and their specific marriage came with fun new titles and further reinforcement of their dominion over Hyrule.

But still. It’s weird to be married so young, especially considering the way the world must view them. Shadow worries that their titles and married state will make him and Vio even more disagreeable to Vio’s former allies. He wonders if they could ever fully believe that Vio loves Shadow implicitly, that he sees Shadow worthy of loyalty sworn above all else. By all means, it makes no sense, and Shadow doesn’t exactly blame them for doubting his value in Vio’s life or Hyrule’s leadership. He is still a creature of darkness, after all.

But this whole dinner party isn’t about Shadow, or his own silly insecurities. He’s happy, truly, and his life is good—certainly better than anything he could have imagined before meeting Vio. They both may have had to do some objectively evil things in the past to create the world they now rule, but really, it’s not a bad world at all. No worse than it had been prior to Shadow’s initial siege on Hyrule Castle, and certainly better than it would have been under Vaati or Ganon’s control. There is always that nagging question of what would have happened in a world where Vio and Shadow had worked with the others to defeat Vaati and Ganon, but in all likelihood that would have resulted in the Hero reforming and Vio ceasing to exist. So, as Shadow had once put oh-so-eloquently: like, fuck that world.

“Hey,” Vio nudges Shadow’s shoulder. “You’re being quiet. What are you thinking about?”

“Just how glad I am that we’re here, together,” Shadow says with a soft smile. “Sappy, I know. I should be working on my tough evil persona for this dinner. It’ll make you look like the good one in comparison.”

“You should be exactly who you are,” Vio says, leaning up to give Shadow a kiss. “And I’ll be who I am. And whatever they think about that… well, at least we’ll know we tried.”

Shadow nods. “You know, we’ve really been making strides on our emotional intelligence lately.”

“I suppose we have.”

“Of course,” Shadow muses, “we’ve been normal-type-intelligent from the very beginning, so it’s no wonder they made us kings.”

“Shadow. We made us kings.”

“A very intelligent move on our part!”

Vio looks up at Shadow, and it’s like the stress of the day has completely left him. “You’re so…”

Shadow allows Vio to cup his face, handling him with a reverence that sends chills down his back. “Yeah. You too.”

“Your Majesties!” interrupts an all-too-familiar voice. “The preparations are just about finished. Your guests should arrive in approximately fifteen minutes.”

Vio and Shadow exchange an uncertain glance, but it only lasts a second.

“Thank you, Tingle,” Vio says. “Oh, and others!”

“Thank you, everyone,” Shadow echoes with a big thumbs-up. “It looks beautiful in here.”

And it does—a long dining table set out in the center of the hall, bathed in partial light and perfectly set for fine dining. It’s fancy enough to reinforce the fact that they are still the ones in power, but not as intimidating as their wedding had been.

“Please alert the guards,” Vio instructs Tingle, “and have them meet our guests at the front gate.”

Shadow frowns. “Won’t that send the wrong message?”

“Five assassination attempts,” Vio reminds him. “I want us all to trust each other, but I also don’t want either of us dead.”

“You really think they’d try to kill us now?”

“I think it’s going to take effort and time to repair the trust between us all, and I’m not risking our lives in the meantime.”

Tingle looks from Vio to Shadow and then shrugs. “Guards at the gate, I’ll let ‘em know. Then I’ll start on the soup.”

And with a tiny bow he’s gone, leaving Shadow and Vio to wonder if they ever actually requested soup in the first place.

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Life sucks in the darkest timeline.

Blue crosses his arms as he trails behind the group, wordlessly following the main path towards Hyrule Castle. Red glances back at him as Zelda and Green push ahead, only causing Blue's scowl to deepen.

"What are you looking at?" he asks his kind-of-roommate and kind-of-boss, who has dressed himself entirely in handmade items from the Castletown Crafts boutique. Combine that with Green's crisp button-down and Zelda's business-casual dress, and it's like they've all forgotten that their hosts are the same cretins who destroyed their lives two years ago. Blue rolls the sleeves of his t-shirt above his biceps and messes with his own hair, going for maximum disrespect towards their most regal and exalted hosts.

For what feels like the millionth time in the past two years, Blue wonders how the others manage to be so consistently untroubled by the state of the world and their lives. It's like they don't even take Blue seriously anymore, ever since the group's embarrassingly futile attempts at rebellion during the royal wedding. From the way Red, Green, and Zelda act now, you'd think they only had that one shot—and since they blew it, they had no choice but to just give up trying at all. Now Green teaches kids how to ride horses on the ranch he shares with Zelda, Red sells handmade goods to the residents of Castletown, and Blue works the register because has literally nothing better to do with his time.

"Come on Blue, keep up!" Red calls out, walking backwards to simultaneously engage with Blue and match pace with Green and Zelda.

Honestly, of the three of them, Blue is positive that Red pities him the most—why else would he have offered him a job, or a room in the apartment above the shop? Why else would he be calling out for Blue when he clearly is unhappy to be here, and vocally disgusted by how easily the others fell for Vio and the shadow monster's ruse?

When invitations to a dinner party with the Kings of Hyrule showed up at the shop and ranch, Blue had been shocked by the others' simple acceptance. They all RSVP'd yes almost immediately, with no ulterior motives or senses of resentment or anger. Green and Zelda showed interest at best and mild suspicion at worst, while Red was actually excited by the prospect of a possible truce between the six.

Blue pities them all, actually, for deluding themselves into thinking they're happy enough to consider forgiving the people who quite literally ruined their lives.

And they may not take Blue seriously anymore, but he is deadly serious about one thing: 

Vio and Shadow Link are going to regret inviting him into their home.

They've had their fun for the past two years, turning Hyrule's heroes into a mockery of their former selves—but this darkest timeline has a time limit. Even if no one else cares to bring them to justice, Blue will make sure of that.

"Bluuuuuue," Red calls out again, almost tripping on a topiary as he refuses to look where he's going. Blue scowls and picks up the pace, because he really is not in the mood to see Red eat pavement at the moment. He'd probably ruin his hand-knit sweater, and get all sad about it, and it'd just be a whole thing.

"Okay, I'm here," Blue mutters as he joins Red's side. "Look where you're going, or you're gonna end up walking into the moat or something."

"Oh, I do hope they've kept up with moat maintenance," Zelda says as they advance along the stone path. "Water acidity should ideally be monitored on a weekly basis."

Green shrugs. "Landscaping looks great. I'm sure someone's looking after the water features too."

"I wonder how much turnover there's been in the maintenance staff, especially given the influx of Dark Worlders available for hire..." 

This is stupid, Blue wants to yell at the top of his lungs. You are all being so stupid right now.

But then Red reaches for his hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze, and Blue feels his rage subside by at least thirty percent. Normally he doesn't like people touching him, but Red's been doing this since their time in the ice cavern two long years ago, and at this point it's just kind of muscle memory for them both. Blue is about to engage in physical combat with a customer? Red squeezes his hand, and he's fine. Red is about to cry because he's too allergic to pet a cute dog? Blue squeezes his hand, and he's fine. They don't acknowledge this strange behavior they share, and that's just fine with Blue. He's got much bigger things on his mind, like finally avenging himself and the friends he has repeatedly failed to protect.

He's not trying to be an asshole, but it's just like, doesn't someone need to be? Doesn't someone need to stand up to these evil tyrants and finally put them in their place, even if the others think it's an overreaction? If Blue has to be the perpetually unhappy outcast to see justice finally done, it truly is a small price to pay. And, besides... his life isn't going anywhere good in this timeline, anyway. If he's going to crash and burn, he might as well take Vio and Shadow Link down with him.

"Blue, you can stop walking now."

Green stops him in his tracks, just inches away from the iron castle gate. The four step back as two guards open it from inside and smoothly intercept their entrance.

"Welcome to Hyrule Castle, esteemed guests," one of the guards says with a flourish towards the building they all know very well.

"Give it a rest Devon, it's me," Green says, causing Zelda to elbow him in the ribs.

"My apologies," she tells the guards. "You may have met a version of Green Link in the time before my... voluntary abdication."

"Voluntary," Blue mutters under his breath. Zelda ignores him.

Red stands on his tip-toes as he strains to get a look beyond the gate. "Can we go in now? Is Vi—uh, the King ready to see us?"

Guard Devon nods. "Both Kings of Hyrule await your arrival in their throne room."

"Ah yes, because only good things happen in throne rooms when those two are involved," Green says, and Blue appreciates his aimless snarkiness. Green might not be actively plotting Vio and Shadow Link's downfall, but he definitely isn't as forgiving towards them as Zelda and Red seem to be.

The guards exchange a mildly confused look, and it strikes Blue that they probably have no idea what Green is even talking about. They only know their Kings as benevolent rulers, uniters of the Dark and Light worlds, a sweet married couple with a checkered but overall justifiable past. Definitely not a pair who nearly committed Green's murder, or scared Blue and Red half to death so the Poes could kill them to full death.

"You can enter in just a moment," says the other guard. "We just to quickly ensure that you're not carrying any weapons on your person."

"Oh!" Red exclaims with a jolt. "Nothing on me, just gifts for the hosts!"

"You brought gifts?" Blue asks, incredulous.

"Just little things. Crafts, handmade, you know."

And Blue could say more to that, but he's cut off by Guard Devon. "How about you, any weapons we should be worried about?"

"Just these hands," Blue responds with a cheeky grin.

"We did bring our Four Swords," Green tells the other guard. "Not to fight or anything, it's just kind of an instinct at this point, y'know?"

"I understand, but we still need to confiscate those."

"No way!" Blue exclaims, holding his sword to his chest. "This is just part of their latest plan, to steal the swords from us so we can't fight back!"

Green looks from the guard to Blue, appearing genuinely conflicted. "You... may be right about that, Blue."

"No," Zelda says, plucking Green's sword out of his hands and passing it to Guard Saige. "He's not."

"And how would you know that?" Blue demands as Red willingly hands over his Four Sword. If Zelda has an answer to his question, she doesn't give it.

"I don't have a sword," she tells Guard Devon instead. "May I enter?"

"Yes, Pr—Zelda. Ma'am."

"Just Zelda is fine, thank you."

Green follows her past the gate, leaving only Blue to surrender his weapon. He doesn't even need it or anything, but it feels deeply wrong to just hand it over to the enemy.

"I'm not doing it," Blue says, rolling the sword's hilt in his hands. From behind the guards, Red frowns.

"Blue, please? We really need you here with us."

Blue doesn't know if Red is a secretly a master manipulator or just unfathomably earnest, but either way his appeal works. Blue needs to get inside the castle anyway, and if this is what it takes, it's...

"Fine," Blue groans as he hands his Four Sword to Guard Devon. "You better give it back at the end of the night."

"Once you leave the castle, yes," Devon confirms. "I will now personally deliver your weapons to a secure location, and Saige will show you to the throne room for dinner."

Green snorts. "I mean, I think we know how to get there... but I'm guessing you don't want us wandering the halls unsupervised."

"We were explicitly instructed to prevent that from happening," the guard named Saige says matter-of-factly as they lead the group inside. "The Kings of Hyrule are very serious about possible threats of furniture theft."

"Oh, I'm sure they are."

As they're led through the familiar castle halls, Blue finds Red at his side yet again.

"Thanks for giving up your sword," Red says with a shy smile. "I know that wasn't easy for you, but I really do think this evening will be good for us all."

And Blue can't bring himself to say something mean in response, not when it's Red being so patient and so kind. So he settles for a stiff nod instead.

"I hope you're right," he says, and it is the truth. Not the truth Red wants to believe, but the truth nonetheless.

Because if Blue gets his way, it will be a good evening for them all—in fact, the best one since their false triumph against Vaati and Ganon. He just has to play his cards right, hide his intentions just like Vio had done so remorselessly two years ago.

Blue can be remorseless, too. And now he's successfully made it inside the castle.

It's only a matter of time before the Kings of Hyrule fall.

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Studios for Pre Wedding Shoot

Introduction

When it comes to capturing the special moments before your wedding, a pre wedding shoot is an excellent way to create lasting memories. These shoots allow couples to express their love and excitement while showcasing their unique personalities. Choosing the right studio for your pre wedding shoot plays a crucial role in ensuring that the photographs turn out just the way you envision them. In this article, we will explore the various aspects of studios for pre wedding shoot, including the importance of such shoots, factors to consider when choosing a studio, themes and decor, props and accessories, professional photographers, wardrobe and styling, preparing for the shoot, post-production, budget considerations, and essential tips for a successful pre wedding shoot.

Importance of Pre Wedding Shoot

Pre wedding shoots have gained immense popularity in recent years. These shoots allow couples to break the ice with their photographer, get comfortable in front of the camera, and develop a rapport that will reflect in the final images. It is a chance for couples to celebrate their love story and capture beautiful moments before stepping into married life. Pre wedding shoots also provide an opportunity to experiment with different themes, locations, and outfits, creating a diverse collection of photographs that reflect the couple's unique style and personality.

Choosing the Right Studio

Selecting the right studio is crucial for a successful pre wedding shoot. Consider the following factors when making your decision:

Location: Choose a studio that is conveniently located and offers various backdrop options. Whether you prefer an urban setting, a natural landscape, or a specific theme, ensure that the studio provides the desired location or can simulate it effectively.

Size and Facilities: The studio should have enough space to accommodate your vision for the shoot. Ensure that it offers amenities such as changing rooms, restrooms, and comfortable waiting areas for any guests you might have.

Lighting and Equipment: Good lighting is essential for capturing stunning photographs. A studio equipped with professional lighting equipment, reflectors, and diffusers will enhance the quality of your images. Inquire about the studio's equipment and ensure it meets your requirements.

Studio Themes and Decor

Studios for pre wedding shoot often provide a range of themes and decor options to suit different preferences. Whether you envision a romantic vintage setup, an elegant modern backdrop, or a whimsical outdoor garden, discuss your ideas with the studio and explore the possibilities they offer. A well-decorated studio can elevate the overall aesthetics of your photographs, making them visually appealing and unique.

Props and Accessories

Props and accessories can add an extra touch of creativity and personalization to your pre wedding photographs. Many studios offer a variety of props, such as vintage cars, bicycles, flowers, balloons, or customised signage. Discuss your preferences with the studio and inquire about the availability of props that align with your vision for the shoot.

Professional Photographers

Choose a studio that employs professional photographers with experience in pre wedding shoots. Skilled photographers will understand how to capture your best angles, guide you through poses, and capture genuine emotions. They can provide valuable suggestions and creative ideas to make your shoot memorable.

Wardrobe and Styling

The choice of wardrobe and styling significantly impacts the overall look and feel of your pre wedding photographs. Discuss your attire preferences with the studio and inquire if they provide professional styling services or recommendations. It's important to select outfits that complement each other and the chosen theme, ensuring a cohesive aesthetic throughout the shoot.

Preparing for the Shoot

Preparing for a pre wedding shoot involves several aspects:

Makeup and Hair: Consider hiring professional makeup artists and hairstylists to ensure you look your best on camera. Communicate your desired look and discuss any specific requirements with the artists well in advance.

Poses and Expressions: Practise various poses and expressions with your partner to feel more comfortable during the shoot. Explore different postures, holding hands, gazing into each other's eyes, or sharing laughter. This will help create natural and candid moments that reflect your genuine emotions.

Post-production and Editing

Once the pre wedding shoot is complete, the photographs go through a post-production phase. This includes selecting the best images, retouching, colour correction, and adding any necessary effects. Discuss the post-production process with the studio and inquire about the turnaround time for receiving the final edited photographs.

Tips for a Successful Pre Wedding Shoot

Consider the following tips to ensure a successful pre wedding shoot:

Communication and Collaboration: Clearly communicate your expectations, preferences, and ideas with the studio and photographer. Collaboration is key to ensuring that the final results align with your vision.

Planning and Organization: Plan the shoot well in advance, considering factors such as the date, time, and weather conditions. Create a timeline for the shoot and discuss it with the studio and photographer to ensure a smooth experience.

Relax and Have Fun: The most important aspect of a pre wedding shoot is to relax, enjoy the moment, and have fun with your partner. Let go of any inhibitions and allow your natural chemistry to shine through in the photographs.

Budget Considerations

Budget considerations play a significant role in selecting a studio for your pre wedding shoot. Discuss the pricing options with the studio and ensure they align with your budget. Consider the package inclusions, additional costs, and any customization options available. Remember that investing in a good studio and professional photographers will result in beautiful memories that will last a lifetime.

Conclusion

Studios for pre wedding shoot provide an ideal setting to capture the love and excitement of couples before their wedding day. By choosing the right studio, considering factors such as location, facilities, themes, props, and professional photographers, you can ensure a memorable experience and stunning photographs. Remember to plan, communicate, and collaborate with the studio to achieve the desired outcome. With careful preparation, a relaxed mindset, and the willingness to have fun, your pre wedding shoot will be an unforgettable experience that beautifully documents your love story.

FAQs

How long does a pre wedding shoot typically last?

The duration of a pre wedding shoot can vary depending on various factors, including the location, number of outfit changes, and the complexity of the desired shots. On average, pre wedding shoots can last anywhere from 2 to 6 hours.

Can I choose multiple locations for my pre wedding shoot?

Yes, many couples opt for multiple locations to add variety and capture different backdrops. Discuss this option with your chosen studio and plan accordingly.

Do studios provide costumes and props?

Some studios offer a collection of costumes and props that you can use during the shoot. However, it's recommended to inquire about their availability and discuss any specific requirements beforehand.

Can we bring our own photographer to the studio?

Most studios have in-house photographers who are experienced in pre wedding shoots. However, if you have a specific photographer in mind, it's best to discuss this with the studio and inquire about any additional charges or policies regarding external photographers.

How much does a pre wedding shoot at a studio cost?

The cost of a pre wedding shoot at a studio can vary depending on factors such as the studio's reputation, location, package inclusions, and additional services. It's recommended to inquire about the pricing options and discuss your budget with the studio to find a suitable package.

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Elevate Your Look with Glamour Girlz: Your Ultimate Accessory Destination

Welcome to Glamour Girlz, where we believe that every detail counts when it comes to enhancing your personal style. Whether you’re preparing for a special occasion or simply looking to add a touch of sparkle to your everyday look, we’ve got you covered. Our extensive collection of hair accessories and unique gifts is designed to help you make a statement and find the perfect piece for any event.

Discover the Magic of Hair Accessories

At Glamour Girlz, our hair accessories are more than just functional—they're a way to express yourself. Here’s a peek at some of our favorites that can instantly elevate your hairstyle:

Summer Wedding Headbands: Planning to attend a wedding this summer? Our headbands add a romantic and elegant touch that’s perfect for both brides and guests.

Padded Headbands: For all-day comfort and style, our padded headbands are a must-have. They’re perfect for keeping your hair in place while staying chic.

Crystal Headbands: Looking to make a bold statement? Our crystal headbands are sparkling and eye-catching, ideal for any special occasion.

Velvet Alice Bands: Soft and luxurious, velvet alice bands bring a touch of elegance to any outfit.

Faux Fur Headbands: Stay cozy and stylish with our faux fur headbands, perfect for adding warmth during the colder months.

Pearl Headbands: Classic and timeless, our pearl headbands are the perfect choice for formal events or whenever you want to add a touch of sophistication.

Girls School Headbands: Cute and practical, these headbands are great for keeping hair in place during school activities.

More Than Just Headbands

Our collection extends beyond headbands, offering a wide variety of accessories to complement any hairstyle:

Floral Hair Clips: Add a touch of nature to your look with our delicate floral clips.

Ponytail Hair Clips: Secure your ponytail in style with clips designed to keep your hair looking flawless.

Banana Hair Clips: A retro favorite making a comeback, perfect for a stylish and practical solution to hold your hair.

Hair Claws for Thick Hair: Strong and sturdy, our hair claws are designed to manage even the thickest hair with ease.

Crystal Jaw Clips: For a touch of sparkle, our crystal jaw clips are both functional and dazzling.

Jeweled Hair Claws: Add a bit of everyday glamour with our jeweled hair claws.

Vintage Hair Accessories: Classic designs that never go out of style, ideal for a timeless look.

Luxury Hair Claws: High-end options that provide both elegance and function.

Velvet Hair Scrunchies: Gentle on your hair, these scrunchies are perfect for a comfortable and stylish hold.

Perfect Gifts for Every Occasion

At Glamour Girlz, we understand that finding the perfect gift can be a challenge. That’s why we offer a wide range of unique gifts that are sure to delight:

Adorable Baby Booties: Perfect for celebrating new arrivals with a touch of cuteness.

Me To You Tatty Teddy Bears: These charming bears are a lovely way to show someone you care.

Dog Jumpers and Costumes: Get your furry friends ready for Halloween and Christmas with our adorable costumes.

Brooches and Calendars: Elegant brooches and practical calendars make wonderful gifts for everyone on your list.

Why Choose Glamour Girlz?

We pride ourselves on offering high-quality accessories that cater to every taste and occasion. Whether you’re looking to upgrade your own style or find the perfect gift for someone special, our diverse collection has something for everyone.

Explore Glamour Girlz today and discover how our accessories can help you express your unique style and make every day a little more glamorous. Visit our store or shop online to find the perfect pieces that will elevate your look and brighten your day!

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Elevate Your Wedding with iCanvas: Premier Wedding Photo Booth Hire Sydney

Your wedding day is a once-in-a-lifetime event filled with love, joy, and celebration. To make it truly unforgettable, consider adding a touch of fun and excitement with a photo booth. At iCanvas, we specialize in Wedding Photo Booth Hire Sydney, providing you with a unique and memorable way to capture every special moment of your big day.

Why a Photo Booth is a Must-Have for Your Wedding

1. Entertainment for All Ages

A photo booth is more than just a trend; it’s an interactive experience that engages guests of all ages. Whether it’s the little ones striking playful poses or the grandparents sharing a heartfelt moment, a photo booth brings everyone together for a fun and relaxed experience. It creates a lively atmosphere and keeps your guests entertained throughout the event.

2. Instant Memories

One of the standout features of a photo booth is its ability to provide instant photo prints. Guests can walk away with high-quality photo strips that serve as lasting mementos from your wedding. At iCanvas, we offer customizable print templates, so you can add your names, wedding date, and a personal touch to each print, making each photo a unique keepsake.

3. Candid and Fun Shots

While traditional wedding photography often focuses on formal poses, a photo booth captures candid, unposed moments that reflect the true spirit of your celebration. The relaxed environment allows guests to let their hair down, resulting in natural and enjoyable photos that showcase the fun and excitement of your wedding day.

4. Social Media Integration

In today’s digital age, sharing memories on social media is a big part of the celebration. Our photo booths come with digital sharing options, allowing guests to instantly upload their photos to platforms like Instagram and Facebook. This not only extends the enjoyment of your wedding but also creates an online gallery of memories that you and your guests can revisit and share.

5. Customizable Experience

Every wedding is unique, and so is our photo booth experience. From themed backdrops and props to personalized photo templates, we offer a range of customization options to match your wedding’s style and theme. Whether you’re going for a classic, modern, or whimsical look, our photo booths can be tailored to suit your vision perfectly.

What iCanvas Offers

High-Quality Equipment

At iCanvas, we use state-of-the-art equipment to ensure that every photo is of the highest quality. Our photo booths are equipped with professional cameras and lighting, delivering clear, vibrant, and high-resolution prints. We are committed to providing a seamless and enjoyable experience, ensuring that your guests receive beautiful photos every time.

Extensive Customization Options

We understand that no two weddings are the same. That’s why we offer extensive customization options for our photo booths. Choose from a variety of backdrops, props, and photo templates to create a photo booth experience that aligns with your wedding theme. Our team works closely with you to ensure that every detail reflects your personal style and preferences.

Professional and Friendly Service

From setup to takedown, our team at iCanvas handles all aspects of the photo booth rental process. We manage delivery, setup, operation, and removal, ensuring that everything runs smoothly on your big day. Our friendly and professional attendants are available to assist guests and address any issues, allowing you to focus on enjoying your wedding.

Instant Prints and Digital Sharing

Our photo booths provide instant prints, so guests can take home a physical memento of your wedding. Additionally, the digital sharing feature allows for immediate online sharing of photos, creating an online gallery where guests can revisit and share their favorite moments.

Tips for a Successful Wedding Photo Booth Experience

1. Choose the Perfect Location

Place your photo booth in a high-traffic area where it will be easily accessible and visible to guests. An inviting setup with clear signage will attract guests and encourage them to participate. The photo booth should be a central feature of your reception, drawing people in and adding to the festive atmosphere.

2. Offer Fun and Engaging Props

Props are an essential part of the photo booth experience. Provide a diverse selection of props that match your wedding theme, from elegant accessories to playful items. This encourages guests to get creative and adds an extra layer of fun to the photo-taking process. At iCanvas, we offer a wide range of props to suit any wedding style.

3. Promote Your Wedding Hashtag

Create a custom hashtag for your wedding and display it near the photo booth. Encourage guests to use the hashtag when sharing their photos online. This not only enhances the fun but also creates an online gallery of wedding memories that everyone can enjoy and share.

4. Personalize Your Photo Prints

Take advantage of our customization options to create personalized photo templates. Include details such as your names, wedding date, and a special message to make each print unique. This adds a personal touch and makes the photo booth experience even more memorable for your guests.

5. Ensure an Attendant is Present

Having an attendant on hand ensures that everything runs smoothly. Our professional staff will assist guests with using the booth, suggest poses, and handle any technical issues that may arise. This ensures a seamless and enjoyable experience for everyone involved.

Conclusion

Adding a photo booth from iCanvas to your wedding is a fantastic way to enhance the celebration and create lasting memories. With our high-quality equipment, extensive customization options, and professional service, you can trust that your wedding will be both fun and memorable. Whether you’re planning a classic, modern, or themed wedding, iCanvas Photo Booth Hire Sydney is here to help you make your big day truly unforgettable.

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Discover the Elegance of the White Corset Dress with Sleeves: A Timeless Classic at Dioste

Introduction

Fashion is an ever-changing landscape, yet certain styles remain eternally chic. One such piece that has gracefully endured through the decades is the corset dress. Combining historical charm with modern sophistication, the white corset dress with sleeves stands out as a symbol of elegance and refinement. At Dioste, we celebrate this classic garment by offering a curated selection of these stunning dresses, each designed to highlight your unique style while ensuring you look nothing short of spectacular.

The Allure of the White Corset Dress with Sleeves

The white corset dress with sleeves beautifully merges two quintessential fashion elements: the structured corset and the graceful sleeve. The corset component is celebrated for its ability to sculpt and define the waist, creating a flattering silhouette that accentuates your natural curves. The addition of sleeves adds a layer of refinement and versatility, transforming the dress into a versatile piece suitable for various occasions.

Versatility Across Occasions

One of the key advantages of the white corset dress with sleeves is its versatility. This dress is perfect for a range of events, each requiring a different touch of elegance:

Weddings and Formal Events: The timeless white corset dress with sleeves is an ideal choice for weddings, whether as a bride or a guest. The white hue symbolizes purity and sophistication, while the corset design provides a flattering fit that enhances your figure. Long, flowing sleeves or delicate lace options add an element of romance and grace, making it perfect for ceremonies and receptions.

Seasonal Gatherings: The beauty of this dress lies in its adaptability to various seasons. For spring and summer events, consider a design with lighter, sheer sleeves that offer a breezy feel. In contrast, autumn and winter call for longer, more substantial sleeves, perhaps adorned with intricate detailing or velvet fabrics, ensuring you stay warm while remaining stylish.

Special Occasions: From milestone birthdays to elegant dinner parties, the white corset dress with sleeves makes a bold fashion statement. Its classic color and sophisticated design ensure you stand out in any setting. Pair it with understated accessories to let the dress take center stage, or go for a more glamorous look with statement pieces depending on the event.

Styling Tips for the White Corset Dress with Sleeves

Maximize the impact of your white corset dress with sleeves with these styling tips:

Accessories: Keep accessories minimal to let the dress be the focal point. Opt for simple, elegant pieces such as delicate pearl earrings or a sleek bracelet. For evening events, a touch of sparkle with a silver or gold clutch can add a hint of glamour.

Footwear: The choice of footwear can elevate the overall look. For formal occasions, classic heels in nude or metallic tones work best. For a more relaxed event, elegant ballet flats or stylish ankle boots can complement the dress beautifully.

Hair and Makeup: A polished hairstyle and makeup can enhance the elegance of the white corset dress with sleeves. Consider an updo or soft curls for a sophisticated look, and opt for a neutral makeup palette that highlights your natural beauty. Soft, classic tones will ensure you look effortlessly chic.

Why Dioste is Your Go-To for White Corset Dresses with Sleeves

At Dioste, we are passionate about curating high-quality fashion pieces that reflect both classic elegance and contemporary style. Our selection of white corset dresses with sleeves is crafted from premium fabrics, designed to provide both comfort and durability. Each dress is meticulously made to ensure a perfect fit and exceptional style, allowing you to enjoy both luxury and practicality.

Conclusion

The white corset dress with sleeves is a fashion staple that transcends time, combining historical allure with modern elegance. Whether you're attending a wedding, a special event, or simply want to add a touch of sophistication to your wardrobe, this dress is a perfect choice. At Dioste, we offer an exquisite range of these timeless pieces, ensuring that you look and feel exceptional on any occasion. Embrace the grace and versatility of the white corset dress with sleeves and make a statement of elegance and style with Dioste