#one of the wedding traditions we did was the groom and his family dancing to the mandapam where the wedding would take place

[theghostofashton]

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[sorchathered]

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A/N- hey all! This is my submission for @ohtobeleah ‘s Galentine’s party!! I’m so excited to see everyone’s posts and concepts, make sure you check out the submissions under her tag!

Summary- A collection of memories and mood boards documenting you and Jake from engagement to wedding day.

Pairing- Jake Seresin x oc!reader (callsign Storm)

Warnings- language, drinking, smut.

“We can leave the Christmas lights up til January, this our place we make the rules”

It was January 5th now, you knew the chances of Jake being home for Christmas were slim but secretly you’d hoped he would be. He’d begged you not to spend the holiday alone his mother insisting you come to Texas so you’d flown out and spent two fantastic weeks with his family. They had welcomed you with open arms, taking you to all of Jake’s old haunts and involving you in their family traditions. You’d never been close to your parents so the overwhelming love you received from the Seresin family was something you’d never experienced before. You’d gotten to talk to him sporadically over the holiday but you could tell he was heartbroken he couldn’t be there with you. The time went by too fast and before you knew it the 5th had arrived and you were stepping off your plane in San Diego, Coyote was waiting to pick you up and you couldn’t wait to get home to your own bed. You’d put up a small tree with some lights before you left just to keep the seasonal depression at bay, but as you unlocked the door to your shared home you were met with what could only be described as a winter wonderland. The house was covered in lights, decorated ornately with paper snowflakes and there in front of a brand new 8 foot Christmas tree was Jake. He grinned his thousand watt smile at you as you dropped all of your bags and launched yourself into his arms.

“Hey Stormy girl, did ya miss me?”

You let out a watery laugh as you began to sob in earnest, he held you close and pressed kisses into your hair, reassuring you that he was home and this was real. When you finally settled he sat you both down on the couch in front of the massive tree, you were still in shock that not only was he here but he had somehow managed to transform your house into Santa’s workshop.

“What is all this baby?” You whispered against his lips, he’d never been big on Christmas but he knew you loved it so the thoughtfulness and effort put in after a nearly 3 month deployment was not lost on you.

“We didn’t get Christmas together darlin’ and I know being apart has been hard as hell these past few months” he stands up now, walking over to the tree to pick up a small gift you hadn’t even noticed. You gasp as tears well up in your eyes, Jake Seresin is down on one knee surrounded by a literal Christmas wonderland, and he’s about to ask you for forever. “Yes!” You blurt out, causing a belly laugh to erupt from him.

“You didn’t even let me ask sweetheart”

“You can but my answer is still yes, I just want to be yours, forever and ever.”

He closes the distance between you to slide his grandma’s engagement ring on your finger, kissing you in the glow of the twinkle lights.

“My heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue, all's well that ends well to end up with you”

A joint bachelor/bachelorette party at the hard deck, all the boys had suggested strip clubs and hookers but Jake just wanted a night with everyone they loved and to maybe get you a little tipsy so he could proposition you for a hookup in the bathroom. You were dancing with Phoenix and a few of your other girlfriends, dressed in the tiniest white dress with a bedazzled cowboy hat and veil that said bride on the front. He didn’t think he could love you more than this moment; eyes full of joy and singing “Don’t stop believing” at the top of your lungs. He’d even let you convince him to wear the ridiculous groom t shirt you’d gotten him, taking all the jesting in stride even though he secretly loved it. He’d always give you whatever you want.

You were a spitfire when you wanted to be, always first to defend him if some cocky asshole got mouthy, he had been an absolute dick to everyone around him for years but since that first dagger squad mission he’d been trying his damndest to make amends.

That was one of the many ways he’d known you were the one, you’d been dating quietl after you and Rooster’s failed engagement had crashed and burned over a year before. During a particularly stressful training day the two had come to blows, both of them ending up in the infirmary as Rooster continued to pelt insults his way. Jake was trying to take it in stride but your temper could only take so much. You were professional but vicious in your descent on him, refusing to let Bradley Bradshaw and his unresolved emotional baggage dismantle all the work Jake had put in to better himself. You’d been a champion for him no matter what and he wasn’t used to anyone having his back, it took his breath away just how much you believed in him.

Watching you now he felt his heart swell, and he couldn’t sit in his chair any longer; the need to hold you carrying him across the room, spinning you into his arms with ease.

“Hi sugar, think I could steal you away for a few minutes?” He whispered in your ear, pressing soft kisses to your neck as he dipped you to cheers from the crowd. You threw your head back giggling and took his hand to drag him through the throngs of patrons to the quiet hall that held the bathrooms.

You knew what he wanted, he was always looking for an opportunity to get you wrapped around him, often joking he might have a bit of a kink for getting you off in public spaces but really he was just insatiable when it came to you, especially when you were dressed in what he thought may be the world's smallest dress and rubbing your body all over his.

Placing you on the side of the sink he ran his hands over you now, sliding a hand between your parted legs finding you obscenely wet and he chuckled; maybe he wasn’t the only one that got hot and bothered over hooking up where anyone could find you.

You gasped at his touch and pushed your hands into his hair, needing him to kiss you and he was all too willing, tasting your tongue as you moaned into his mouth, the prettiest sound he ever heard. He pulled your tiny scrap of underwear to the side and pressed his fingers into your dripping core, watching you grind down onto his hand, whispering filthy things he knew you’d be mortified if anyone heard and God he lived for it, you were his dirty girl behind closed doors all for him, only he got to see you like this. You were teetering on the edge now, suddenly removing his fingers from you with a smirk as you protested, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and chest heaving while you begged for him to stop teasing and fuck you. He didn’t have to be told twice, letting you wrench his belt buckle open and unzip his jeans in record time, sliding home into your velvet heat, I love yous breathed out into the humid air of the bar bathroom. He chased your mutual highs quickly, knowing eventually someone would come looking for you, desperate cries pouring from your pouty pink lips and coming hard as you pulsed and fluttered around him, both of you bathed in ecstasy in the dim dingy light. As the two of you attempted to become presentable you were startled by the creaking of the bathroom door, Javy poking his head through and shaking his head with a raucous laugh.

“We’ve been taking turns guarding the bathroom, would you two heathens wrap it up? We’ve got celebrating to do!”

You both couldn’t hold in your laughter, they knew you too well, bracing yourselves for the onslaught of teasing for skipping out on your own party to hook up.

Drinks were distributed, a new game of pool was started and as you gazed at Jake across the room you couldn’t help but be proud of who he had become. He was honorable, steadfast and in fact too good to be true. You had both been damaged and jaded from past mistakes and relationships but had somehow healed each other becoming the best version of yourselves. You’d do it all again if it meant you ended up here, with your magnetic force of a man. Loving him was like coming up for air, he was Christmas morning and birthday wishes on lit candles and technicolor fireworks on the Fourth of July. You couldn’t wait to spend forever loving him.

“You’re my, my, my, my Lover.”

As you sat in the dressing room of the venue overlooking the harbor you were brought back to the night of Penny and Maverick’s wedding just a few years ago. You had come back to San Diego for their nuptials still heartbroken from your failed engagement with Bradley. Over the course of the long weekend you had found love again in the form of your best friend, the man you were finally about to marry.

Sometimes it still felt like a dream, you were afraid you would wake up one morning and still be single and heartbroken in your tiny apartment in Pensacola, but fate had stepped in and brought the two of you together. It hadn’t been easy, you were in tears more often than you’d like to admit when you first started dating long distance, and then deployments apart caused even more strain.

When you were finally promoted to Lieutenant Commander 10 months into your budding romance your superior told you there was an opportunity to fly again at top gun but this time with a new crew. So you and your front seater Viper decided to take the leap and head to Fightertown. Jake couldn’t believe it when he had a knock on his door that Sunday night to find you with all your luggage on his front porch, bottle of champagne in hand asking how he felt about a roommate.

It had been two years since then, both the dagger squad and red knights could be seen mingling outside and you felt your heart swell at how lucky you were to be surrounded by so many amazing friends.

Jake was all nerves on the opposite side of the venue, couldn’t seem to keep his hands from shaking as he tried to put his cufflinks on. Javy swatted his hand away and took over, shaking his head and handing Jake his whiskey to finish up.

“What are you so worried about? Stormy’s in dude, you two were made for each other.”

Jake knew he was being ridiculous, his family loved Stormy, all of his friends did too, he just wanted everything to be perfect for her.

“I’m not worried about her leaving me numb nuts, I just want it to be everything she hopes it is, I’ve checked the weather 100 times today and if it rains I swear-“

“Jake, she’s not just excited about the fairy tale wedding; she’s excited to marry you. The rest of it will turn out perfectly because you two will be together, the rest is gravy bud.”

Jake wondered to himself when Javy had gotten so smart, but he had to admit his wingman was right about one thing, being with you forever was the thing that mattered most and Jake couldn’t wait to start it with you.

As you walked down the aisle you could barely hold it together, Jake was already tearing up when you reached him taking his hand in yours it took all the restraint you had to not go ahead and kiss him. It was everything you had ever dreamed of and even if it had just been the two of you and a justice of the peace that would’ve been enough, because the end result was forever with the love of your life. Jake’s brother-in-law, a preacher back in Texas had been asked to be the officiant and when he finally announced you man and wife you couldn’t get to your love fast enough, pressing your lips to his as he made a show of dipping you for the crowd.

Later that evening in the glow of the harbor lights you were swaying to the music with your husband and you couldn’t put into words how perfect this night had been. He pulled your face close to his as he sang along with the band, and you had to kiss him again, it felt like every cell in your body cried out to be loved and touched by Jake Seresin and you knew without a doubt he always would. No matter where the two of you went he would do everything to love and protect you, and you would always do the same. Forever.

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[boozles]

Day Twelve: Wedding You Wish You Had An Invite To

Okay, so I wanted to play around with this and do two canonical weddings (ie. weddings that were actually on screen) and two that we know would happen in a couple’s future.

My first canonical one would be Sky & Prapai’s wedding in Wedding Plan (and Love in the Air). Like you see in the show, it looked so elegant and classy, and just so perfect for them as a couple. However, I think the afterparty would be poppin’! I like to think they would have prepared a choreographed dance like you see on IG/TikTok, and the party would be so much fun. Rain would be drunk and crying and threatening Prapai that if he ever hurts his best friend his body will never be found, and Phayu would have to carry him back to the hotel room. I just think it would be a fun affair!

My second canonical wedding that I’d like to attend would be Karan and Achi from Cherry Magic. It looked like a small but beautiful event, and you just know that dance floor would have been packed. Rock and Min would be tearing it up all night, and can you imagine how much fun it would have been to hang out with Pai and fangirl over Karan and Achi? Also, did you see how good that cake looked?!

My first non-canonical wedding would be Akk and Ayan from The Eclipse (obviously). I think Alk would be a groomzilla and Ayan would just do everything to keep him happy. They’d have Kan and Thua as their best men, with Wat as the photographer. I think it would be a gorgeous beach front affair, with just their friends and family, before having the after event along the beach with a small band and lots of drinks and dancing and laughter. It would be so full of love and just. Ugh. I love these boys so much.

My second non-canonical pick would be Phaya and Tharn from The Sign. We all know how insane it would be; Tharn would want everything perfect and proper, traditional and romantic. Phaya would literally do everything to make it work, but the after affair would be party central. Yai would be drunk and crying and telling everyone that will listen how much he loves the grooms, whilst Sand pats his head and apologises to everyone. Thongthai would be dying of embarrassment as Khem tries to seduce him on the dance floor, and the grandmas would sit laughing and drinking sherry as they planned a girls only trip for after the wedding.

[better-call-mau1]

Congratulations! You’re being smothered with a completely random headcanon about Mandalorian marriage customs rescued! Please do not resist.

The Rite of Riduurok Akaanir, aka “Lover’s Quarrel”

Alright…so I gotta be honest and say that even though I can’t remember how exactly this headcanon came to me, I’ve been carrying it around for years, ever since first watching Rebels and shipping Sabezra 😅 …and at this point, I feel like it’s burning a hole in my head, trying desperately to get out, so I’m gonna save myself the expense of reconstructive cranial surgery and just share it:

Mandalorians like to fight. Actually, they don’t just like to fight, “weapons are a part of [their] religion,” or at least their culture—and for many, their entire lives are built around that. In the case of the Children of the Watch, strict adherence to a No-Living-Being-Can-See-You-With-Your-Helmet-Off orthodoxy even gets in the way of basic interpersonal behavior, like eating a meal together. The implications of that are…interesting…and not in a “wow that’s cool!” way…more like a “kark, that’s depressing” way.

Basically, I started to wonder how the “BAM! BOOM! BAM! BOOM! BLOW STUFF UP AND KILL THOSE FORCE-WIELDING MANIACS!” portion of Mandalorian culture (so…most of it?) intersects with intrinsic parts of human…wait, nope, sorry Grogu sentient life—namely romantic intimacy. (Paz Vizsla has, presumably, not taken his helmet off in decades…and he has a son who’s probably 12ish years old, tops…so do you think he ever stares at his kid and tries parsing out his own features to get an idea of what his wife looks like?) It’s an extreme example from an extreme sect, but there’s application to Mandalorian society as a whole. Where does love fit into a worldview or galaxy-view, I guess where conflict is a core tenet? When do individuals stop existing as warriors and start existing as people? Do they ever?

Anyway, the point is that on its face, the cultural dogma doesn’t seem to leave much room for authentic social and romantic intimacy, especially the latter since, ya know, the beskar has to come off both literally and figuratively in order to procreate. It’s difficult for me to see how the necessity of physical and emotional vulnerability can coexist with the rest of Mando culture—so let’s just leave it at that.

But for a civilization to survive as long as Mandalore has without totally disintegrating, those intimate relationships have to exist, and there’s plain evidence that they do. For all their problems, the Wren family clearly loves each other, and we even get a glimpse of some soft Alrich/Ursa PDA in “Heroes of Mandalore.” Then there’s Bo-Katan, who still cares deeply for her sister despite…well…joining a terrorist faction to help overthrow her. That says something, right?

Wrapping my mind around how authentic love can exist in a fictional warrior society really got me thinking—so much so that I headcanoned a ritual (Riduurok Akaanir, “Lover’s Quarrel”) to help myself work it all out.

The general idea? On Mandalorian wedding nights, the bride and groom have a private duel. A duel to the death? Maybe if it’s an arranged marriage and one party really wants out and I’m gonna speculate that Bo-Katan widowed herself at least four times before running off to join Death Watch.

More commonly, though, it’s just a playful act to embody love transcending conflict. Alrich Wren, for example, isn’t a traditional warrior, but Ursa didn’t assert her superior combat prowess on their wedding night by firing a wrist rocket at his face something Bo-Katan probably did to a few of the short-lived husbands Satine picked out for her. (“Parry this, you kriffing casual.”) Instead, I’d like to think Alrich and Ursa went through the basic motions of a hand-to-hand duel, not necessarily to prove who’s the better warrior, but as an intimate prelude to the actual consummation of their marriage—almost like a mutually disarming dance. (Could it be light-heartedly competitive? Sure! As the first Mando to perform the Riduurok Akaanir with a Jedi, Sabine would go all-out to make sure she doesn’t lose to Ezra! 😆) When the dance-duel ends, they set aside their warrior identities to become something more: husband and wife. It’s like a way of saying, “As Mandalorians, what we do is fight, but we’re more than mere weapons. We fight so we can love. We wear armor to protect ourselves, our homes, and our families. It’s an important part of who we are, but we’re ultimately made of flesh and blood, not cold beskar.”

So that’s the point of Riduurok Akaanir, a term I came up with using this nifty English to Mando’a online translator (before I just called it “Wedding Night Fight” in my head). It’s not supposed to be a blanket explanation—but intimacy and vulnerability don’t have clear utility in a warrior culture, and this is my best attempt at bridging that perceived gap.

If you made it down this far without dozing off, enjoy this Sabezra incorrect quote! 😁

Fenn Rau: I trust that Sabine briefed you on Mandalorian wedding customs?

Ezra: Yep! I know exactly how not to get myself killed before officially becoming a married man.

Rau: The trick is not getting yourself killed *after* becoming a married man. Did she explain what happens on the wedding night?

Ezra: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Rau:

Ezra:...yeahthatsnotreallysomethingIneedorwantSabinetoexplaintomeandKanankindofgavemethelowdownbackduringmyJeditrainingdayssoIthinkIknowwhattodobutthanksanyway.

Rau: Kanan taught you about the Mandalorian ‘lover’s quarrel,’ then? His instruction was even more thorough that I imagined. Or maybe he always knew you and Sabine would end up together.

Ezra: Sorry, did you say...?

Rau: The Rite of Riduurok Akaanir is usually non-fatal. Sabine seems to be genuinely fond of you, so I’m sure you’ll survive to see the sunrise.

Ezra:

Ezra:

Ezra: Oh kriff.

[evita-shelby]

Only joys will come

Part iii to nights on the January and Through the Window.

For @runnning-outof-time for her Tales from the Flower Garden(3k follower celebration).

Gif by @chimestims

(Also Grace is a total bitch in this one, i love writing her as a total bitch btw)

Tommy had refused her that night at the church, she had poured all her charm into him, and he spurned her.

‘Might not mean anything to the likes of you, but I don’t throw away something good for a cheap fuck.’

A cheap fuck.

He had compared her to Lizzie Stark and all those working girls who hang around the Garrison.

She, the only real lady in this pigsty!

So, she called the station and told them about the kidnapping.

The Shelbys were all in on it, as were the women ---to call them ladies would be an insult to those deserving of the word--- and their usual colorful cohorts.

And just like that, police set upon the groom like vultures on the dead.

Leaving her window too.

But it had come to naught, everything cleared up when it was explained.

And because they can’t arrest him for anything until they have proof, they let him go.

A simple misunderstanding, one that has the police laughing and joining the festivities when Thomas and his family explain the situation.

“They don’t have fun at weddings in your neck of the woods?” Polly Gray sees through her in a way she hates.

Grates her when her dark eyes focus on her as she picks her apart in seconds.

The all-knowing gaze of a witch, Ada had said with pride.

“We’re civilized people.” Grace said with a shrug.

“So are we.” Ada comes, not as the groom’s sister, but as the bride’s friend.

“How did you enjoy your kidnapping, love?” he asks as they reunited after her fake kidnapping.

Tommy wasted no time in letting you walk from the chair the womenfolk of his family had set you on for the game and instead grabbed you by the waist and kissed you as sweetly as he had done the night before.

He had paid Ada with a pair of gold earrings that were their mum’s, danced with his two nieces at Esme’s request and glared at Polly who made him sing some song beginning with the letter of your name.

If someone had told you that he and his family had nearly been arrested for supposedly wanting to abduct you last night, you wouldn’t have believed it.

You had been terrified for him, the last thing you had imagined happening at your doorstep, if truth be told.

“I can’t imagine going another day without you.” You had said as he had made his way down your window.

“Get your sleep, you aren’t getting any tomorrow, Mrs. Shelby.” He gave you a wink and you giggled like a teenage girl before seeing two coppers try to arrest him before he had even finished climbing down.

Grace had been overheard by Harry that night, reporting the Shelbys for ‘planning an abduction’ to the coppers on the telephone in the snug.

‘Who knows what else she’s told them.’ Polly had said as she looked at the mousey looking broad with suspicion and disgust.

You had assumed she was just ignorant of the traditions the Shelbys still held dear even after they stopped traveling like the other Romani Traveller families did.

Rich girls like her tend to be on the stupid side, you had said in Grace’s defense.

Tommy had disabused you of that notion when he told you about her throwing herself at him the night after Freddie’s arrest.

Always the one to see a person’s true nature, always coming to your defense when girls used you to get your brothers’ attentions.

“But we aren’t going to let her ruin our day, your big day, love. I’m going to marry you come hell or high water,” he had promised you, kissing your hands as they shook from fright even after the problem had been settled.

And he had, the two of you not giving a shit that your makeup couldn’t quite cover the circles under your eyes or that his right hand was wrapped in a bandage because he punched the coppers who tried to take him in.

No more sneaking around, no more being quiet because your mum will hear, no, all that ended when you became Mrs. Thomas Shelby in a seemingly bleak November morning.

“Only joys will come to us, love.” he says as carries you into the January where he vowed he’d be loving, kind and true the night you decided to give him a second chance.

[forgottenvalentina]

OOC | Vasilievan-Nation Wedding Traditions

So first off let me say I am acting purely as a researcher for this bc lbr this is probs the only Vasilieva wedding we’ll see in-game, given that even if Valentina or Sonya were to marry in-game it’d probs be w the traditions of their husbands etc and, while Valentina did have a Vasilieva marriage in the past, I don’t have any particular thoughts or feelings abt it, so you guys go wild w what you’d like/wouldn't like w any of this, its just meant to be helpful ;DDDD

Grooms pay a ransom to the brides family to take her

Usually there’s a wedding week or so not just a wedding day

Actual ceremony takes place on first day w feasts etc ongoing all week

for the ransom, the guests and participants divide, not by family, but by gender, save for the bride's father who stays w her

the bride arrives fully veiled between her parents, and the groom appears w a fully veiled female family member (of the bride, I'd assume, but it almost sounded like it was one of ~his family members? it had clearly been translated into english tho and idk if i understood correctly) beside him, w the men symbolically exchanging veiled women after the ransom is paid. the families often haggle before the exchange w random money and gifts often being exchanged between both parties before an engagement is reached

the bride and groom exchange gifts, w the bride often giving the groom a needle or a whip, and the groom offering the bride a scepter and a ring in return. if she accepts he then swears publically to marry her in exchange for her fidelity

the groom's mom carries an axe (valentina: !!!!!!) through the gateway, indicating the beginning of the wedding

[ After the wedding service, a matchmaker, known as Zerca, welcomes the young couple with sodium and bread and kolacz pastry. Dancing and honey alcohol are common through the celebration, together with the ceremony durable until start. ]

a shaman was generally present to cast knucklebones and thus predict the future (but roderick is NOT down w this so idk if that part would be secretly done or not)

getting married in may is considered bad luck w summer being the most popular wedding time (mostly due to the weather there tho)

obv this doesn't apply to cassimir/eithne but i thought it was interesting esp bc valentina might use it to cry foul if they're going w this side of tradition (valentina: the smotret' did NOT go well this part of both the bride's and the groom's family does NOT approve!!!!) : [ In the distant past, a wedding was the culmination of a long process that started with matchmaking – svatovstvo, which often coincided with . It wasn’t always the groom who came to the bride’s house to propose in the first place, as this could also be done by his representatives, svaty. They paid a visit to the bride-to-be’s family late at night and made the offer allegorically: for example, by saying something like “you have the goods, we have a buyer.” The next stage was called smotriny (from smotret’ – to see or to check out), when the groom, the bride, and their families could get to know each other better and pay each other visits. Only if everything went well was the engagement finalized and both sides started to discuss the wedding details. It was called rukobitie (from ruka – hand, and bit’ – to hit or to slap) because the fathers of the groom and the bride shook hands to conclude the agreement. ]

"Nowadays, the wedding is seen as a happy occasion, but in the past, one could easily confuse it with… a funeral. Not because the event was considered tragic per se, but because it meant that the bride symbolically died as a young girl and entered a new stage of her life as a married woman. Such an approach was especially widespread in the Russian North; in this case, the wedding, as well as the devichnik (bachelorette party), was accompanied by sad songs and weeping." (rosie: we are LITERALLY mourning rn, eithne!!!!!!!)

karavai a rough round bread is shared "the groom and the bride take a bite of it and whoever ends up with the biggest chunk is supposed to be the head of the family. In the past, however, the ritual was much more complex: it started with baking the bread in a special manner – with rituals like placing the bread into the oven three times before leaving it there, then hiding the karavai from everyone until the right moment, and finally sharing it in a specific order while singing." (open ur mouth WIDE, eithne!!!!)

"the guests at the wedding saying “Gorko!” (“Bitter!”) until the bride and the groom kiss. The premise behind this ritual is that the guests pretend their drinks taste bitter, so the newlyweds should “sweeten them up” by kissing"

got some clarification on the ransom! [ "Once the groom arrives at the bride's home, he must pay a ransom for the bride...it starts with the groom bringing...money or jewelry for the bride. At this point, the bride's parents present a woman or man who is not the bride, but is veiledso the groom cannot see the face. When the groom realizes it is not his bride, he asks for her, but the bride's family will demand a more significant ransom to be paid. Upon satisfaction with the ransom given, the bride's family gives away the actual bride to the groom." ] and [ A fun (but somewhat outdated) tradition is the bride's family members and bridesmaids "kidnapping" her and holding her for "ransom." The groom must complete a series of tasks meant to show his love (and embarrass him slightly). At the end, he must pay the ransom ] (this is rosie's favorite part ;D)

there is an exchange of rings at the betrothal but not at the wedding, instead the bride and groom are crowned "The priest leads the couple into the center of the church, where they stand on a piece of new, rose-colored fabric, symbolizing their entry into a new life. The bride and groom each publicly profess that they are marrying of their own free will and that they have not promised themselves to another." family members hold the crowns over their head while prayers are said/blessings are given, and finally the couple shares a cup of wine

everyone then processes (idk where ig just around the twon of malconaire, in this case?), symbolizing the pilgrimage of life, before returning at which point the officiant wraps his stole around the hands of the couple, and leads them three times around the holy book before they are crowned

they wear their wedding crowns for eight days (roderick: he's taller AND he has a crown????? ;DDD jkjk)

they then walk around the town w family and close friends, receiving well wishes etc AGAIN, this time tho usually ahorse/in a carriage rather than afoot.

there's usually a doll decoration to catch the well wishes of the witnesses, which is afterward washed and kept by the couple for good luck in their married lives

after the gorko toast, the second toast is made to the parents (valentina: finally, things are about me again)

"Afterward, the new couple steps onto the floor for the first dance of the night. The guests dance, sing, play games, and make toasts as the night goes on. For the next several days, the family continues to eat, drink, and celebrate. It is traditional to have an entertainer (tamada) who organizes the games, dancing, and ensures the guests get to know each other and are looked after."

"Traditionally, brides in Russia did not wear white and instead wore red, a joyous and festive color reserved for weddings. Bridal attire consisted of a sarafan, a sleeveless vest with shoulder straps, worn with a blouse underneath, as well as an ornamented headpiece decorated with rounded beads and gold thread"

guest attire is generally formal but modest "Women typically cover their heads with a scarf, and longer dresses or skirts"

so yeah!! there's more out there but here's some stuff for inspo!!!

[theroyalsims]

BREAKING: SHANG SIMLA HAS A NEW EMPRESS! KENJI AND ALICE WED IN HISTORIC “HYBRID” WEDDING

It’s official! Alice and Kenji walked out of the Grand Palace as man and wife!

Their Imperial Majesties Emperor Kenji and his new wife and newly-minted “Empress Alexandra” tied the knot in a modified and modernised royal wedding ceremony. 

Originally, Shang Simlan royal weddings last for three days, including the pre and post-wedding festivities. The main ceremony is officiated by the High Priest of the Church of Shang Simla, and the bride, the groom, and their guest wear traditional Shang Simlan garb. However, Kenji and Alice’s wedding ditched the traditional robes. Alice was shown wearing a champagne-coloured dress sans the typical veil royal brides tend to wear. Kenji, meanwhile, looked dapper in his tux. 

(Above: The couple tied the knot at the Grand Palace, pictured above.)

The decision to not wear traditional Shang Simlan outfits was reportedly due to the backlash that the Palace received when it shared photos of Kenji, Alice, and Princess Hanna during the most recent Plum Harvest Festival. While majority of the locals found the photo to be quite lovely, especially since it was the first time Alice was photographed wearing the traditional royal dress, quite a few people did complain that it was improper for a Westerner - a blonde and blue-eyed foreign Princess - to wear royal robes when she was not yet a legitimate member of the Imperial Family. Some even claimed that it was a form of cultural appropriation, because it seemed like Alice was wearing it as a “costume” like a common tourist.

The subject of cultural appropriation is a heated topic in Shang Simla nowadays, especially following the release of a certain pop star’s music video. The video shows the singer wearing an altered low-cut and mini-skirt version of a traditional Shang Simlan dress while dancing seductively. The artist has been declared a persona non grata in Shang Simla, and both the song and the music video has been banned in the country. 

(Above: The Shang Simlan Palace received flak over this photo which showed then-Princess Alice wearing traditional royal robes.)

While we missed out on the traditional dresses, Alice and Kenji did stick to some of the traditions. They were wed by the High Priest, and took part in the exchange of cups, where the bride and the groom pour each other a cup of rice wine as a symbol of devotion. The couple also walked under the Arch of the Generals. Twelve soldiers, each representing all the provinces of Shang Simla, formed a sabre arch which Alice and Kenji walked under. The tradition is reportedly done to show the provinces’ continued loyalty and allegiance to the Emperor and Empress. Also, a post-wedding banquet will be held tomorrow before the couple will be sent off to their honeymoon. 

The foreign guests included the King and Queen of Arendahl, The Queen of Sulani, The Crown Princess of Tartosa, The Crown Prince and Crown Princess of Glimmerbrook, and Henley’s Grand Duke and Duchess. As for the bride’s family, her two daughters and their husbands were all in attendance, but the little ones were notably absent. Queen Emilia, of course, was present, with Prince Jacques and Crown Princess Anya in tow. Prince Leonard was reportedly too ill to fly abroad and attend. 

(Above: Two royal families united by love. [L-R, back row: Prince Jacques, PM Khari Chegeya, The Duke of Fjord, Princess Mikka, an Prince Chan; front row: Crown Princess Anya, Queen Emilia, Olivia Dorsey-Chegeya, The Duchess of Fjord, Empress Alexandra, Emperor Kenji, Princess Hanna, Princess Haneul, and Princess Rojie)

For the groom’s part, the Dowager Empress was reportedly present during the ceremony, but skipped the photos. The ageing matriarch of the Shang Simlan Imperial Family has been in-and-out of the hospital this past year and even had to undergo emergency surgery over the holidays. However, Kenji’s sisters were present. Kenji’s elder sisters, Princesses Mikka and Haneul, were in attendance, as well as his youngest sister, Princess Rojie, who came with her husband, Prince Chan. Of course, Princess Hanna, Emperor Kenji’s only child, was also present for her dad’s big day. The little royal looked beautiful in a powder blue floral coat. 

(Above: Here comes the bride, all dressed in...NOT white. Empress Alexandra wore a simple yet beautiful dress which perfectly highlighted the breathtaking tiara she wore for the occasion.)

The bride looked beautiful in a vintage-inspired, champagne coloured dress. As expected, no veil was worn (considering this is the bride’s second wedding), but we did get a tiara debut! The new Empress wore an impressive diamond and ruby tiara straight from the Shang Simlan royal vaults. It was the perfect “topper” to her elaborate updo! We’re hoping to see more of this sparkler soon because it’s such a stunning piece! The bride also carried a bouquet of red Shang Simlan tulips, interspersed with Brindleton blossoms as a nod to her home country.

The Shang Simlan Imperial court earlier announced that the former “Princess Alice” (whose full name is Alexandra Olivia Caroline) will be styled as Her Imperial Majesty The Empress Alexandra of Shang Simla. Her daughters, Olivia and Emily, will not be receiving any courtesy titles. 

Who would’ve thought that The Queen’s little sister, poor old Princess Alice, would one day be an Empress!? We’re sure she’ll do wonderfully!

Congratulations to the happy couple! 

[marialightwood-chase]

My Princess- A Percabeth Story

WARNING! Fluff immediately followed by angst!! A LOT OF IT!!

Percy POV

I stared at Annabeth as she glided across the floor. Her satin white dress had accents of gray and a few green ones as well. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun that was so effortless it looked like it took a lot of time. In reality, her hair and makeup took a total of 20 minutes. I walked over to her. “Wise Girl, may I have this dance?” I asked 

“Seaweed brain, you have always had EVERY dance. “ she said both teasingly and affectionately. We began to swing to the music. Then, it stopped only for Leo to be holding the microphone. 

“Okay, the best part of every wedding is the speeches of the wedding party and the family of both the bride and groom. As your DJ, I’ll start. My name is Leo Valdez and I am a son of Hephaestus. I am one of the seven, and the seventh wheel as Nemesis said. I also have had the pleasure of knowing Water Boi and Owl Head since they were 17 years old.  So, my advice is Percy, don’t ever leave Annie again. And Annabeth, stay smart and loyal. “ After that, Piper took the stage. 

“ Annabeth, the first time I met you, I was a scared girl who thought her boyfriend hated her and you were a worried girlfriend who had been searching for her boyfriend nonstop for three days. You were my first friend, like, Girl friend. Not saying you don’t count Leo, but it’s not the same. After we got back from our quest, we became great friends, but you were missing something, or rather someone: Percy. I saw it. You two are truly made for each other. If there were soulmates, the two of you would be such a pair. “. Pipes finished with a curtsy and handed the mic off to Grover. 

“FINALLY, the two of you are getting married. I saw the writing on the wall all the way back when we were twelve. It killed me to not lock the two of you in a four square foot room until the pair of you got together. But, I am glad I didn’t. Zeus only knows what would have happened had I done that. I take that back. He doesn’t know. No one does, not even the Fates. Can’t wait to babysit the next 12th legion the two of you are gonna produce together.”

A few more speeches, one from Estelle, one from my dad and the last one from Athena herself. Her parting words were “the only reason Jackson has my blessing is that he pulled 12 all nighters to be able to pass his SATs. “ that freaked me out. 

I danced with Annabeth again and after she had the traditional dance with her father, I gave her the newest pet name by saying “Good job, my princess. “. She blushed, then retaliated by giving me a new name “thanks, Oceania. “ I punched her in the mouth with my lips at that one. She returned the favor, pulling me closer and kissing me harder. 

“You’ll always be my Princess” I said when we broke apart. She smiled, and kissed me again. 

“Of course, Seaweed brain. “

*not my art*

Annabeth POV

Five years later

I walked to the front of the crowd, only marginally prepared for the event about to happen. I was dressed in a black and gray version of the white dress I wore five years ago. I still couldn’t believe this. I believe he’ll show up, like he did last time, won’t he?  He’ll not realize that he was gone. 

But in my heart I know he is truly gone. 

I watched the snake sink his fangs two inches into his leg. 

I watched the venom overtake him. 

I watched his heartbeat slow. 

I watched him take his last breath. 

I heard his last words. 

I watched him die. 

“Life will never be the same without you, Sea-“. I couldn’t even finish the sentence because as soon as I saw his lifeless body, I wept. Because life would never be the same. He wouldn’t wake me up, calling me wise girl and princess. I would never get to leave blue leftovers in the fridge when he went to his early morning ocean conservation meetings. He would never again argue with me whether Beauty and the Beast or The Little Mermaid was the better Disney movie.  

I leaned down, and gave him one last kiss, placing on his finger his ring that we agreed should be kept safe until he dies. His ADHD could cause him to loose it, he stated. Now, I placed the celestial bronze engraved sea glass ring on his finger. 

I now completely understand what Pipes felt when Jason died. 

I promise to never remove my ring, because I’ll only be his princess.  “I promise, I’ll always be your princess”.  

The worst part of all, is that he will never know that………that I’m pregnant. Pregnant….with twins.

*not my art*

[fleurcareil]

East Manitoba: Winnipeg

After leaving Kenora and driving into Manitoba, the forest gives way to the Prairies and quickly there's no tree in sight! The famous big skies were blurred though from yet more smoke so not getting the pretty views but rather feeling like the sky was leaning down... 🤔

After checking in at the AirBnB, I went over to Harman's parents' house where I had stayed in 2017 when I was here for a canoeing trip & of which I have great memories so it was fun to go back & meet his parents again! The house was decorated for the upcoming wedding celebration and full of relatives that had come in from all over, and it was great to see Harman and meet his wife Ankita and their little boy Mir... they were married 3 years ago during covid but couldn't celebrate it with friends & family so now it was the occasion to have everyone together. When I received the invite, I hadn't made any plans yet for the roadtrip so this was a perfect event to plan my trip around!

As anyone knows who's been to one, Indian get-togethers tend to be quite chaotic 😁, so had fun conversations over delicious (& not too spicy) appetizers but darted home at 11pm before dinner was served 😅

Next morning, I did the first car wash since the trip started so now the car looked slightly less dirty (although it will need a power wash to remove all dead bugs 🥴), and then I went downtown to the Forks going back to what I loved most when I was here previously; lunch at the Commons Market and then a visit to the Human Rights Museum, going progressively from dark to light to its Tower of Hope. I had stayed here for 5 hours last time, learning a tremendous amount about Canadian human rights issues that as a newcomer to the country I was not aware of, so wanted to revisit now I've lived here longer and became a Canadian citizen. Every nation has skeletons in the closet they prefer not to talk about, but it's important to be aware of all history, the good and the bad, to truly appreciate the place you call home and be more socially aware of how governments take care of its people. I would dare other countries to follow suit with a similar place of human rights education & reflection!

On the way, I ran into two familiar faces; my old Sumach street in Toronto and Mahatma Ghandi, who I just read a book about 😃

I had been instructed to show up early for the wedding ceremony, so I donned the dress that I had sent in advance to Harman's mum to keep it clean from camping smoke and dirt 😆 and made my way to the pretty gardens of The Gates on Roblin by 4.30pm.

As for a traditional Indian wedding, we danced in the courtyard while the groom made his entrance (with their little son as the best man 😍) and then attended a lovely ceremony followed by a reception, delicious dinner and fun dance party. I got no pics apart from the video-booth below as I was too busy enjoying and meeting interesting people while shaking my best Indian moves 🤣 on the dance floor... it was a really fun night! 🤗

[atlantaartisticweddings]

Atlanta Wedding Photographers capture Beautiful Day at Historic Wedding Venue

This week’s Atlanta wedding photography blog is Jessie and Matt.  They had been planning their wedding for over a year.  Jessie and Matt are great planners and so the big day went smoothly.

The wedding venue is Wild Flower 301 in Greensboro, Georgia.  The historic venue was built on property purchased by the University of Georgia in 1803 in the hopes of making it a UGA campus, however the towns folk had other ideas and the property was sold to a mill owner who built the southern mansion that is there today.  The 5,000 sq. foot estate sits on 2 acres of English style gardens offering on-site accommodations, alongside an additional 7,000 sq. foot wedding venue includes bourbon gardens, first look platform, a private 2 story Newlywed’s Cottage, and Magnolia Terrace. This makes for an ideal backdrop for wedding photos.

I arrived early to survey the property since I had never been there before.  The wedding planner was there and gave me a brief tour of the Wild Flower Estate.  

Tara, the second photographer, arrived and started working with the ladies. They were getting their makeup done by Bombshell Creations upstairs in the main house.   I started on the detail shots of the flowers from Best Life Designs, the in house florist at Wild Flower.  Also at the same time the Dj from Dj Connection was setting up for the ceremony and reception.

Once Jessie was ready I got Matt and got him ready for the first look in the garden on the right of the house.  I oriented him so he would be facing away from the front entrance.  Matt anxiously stood there while Jessie came to meet him for the first time in her wedding dress. She lightly tapped him on the shoulder and turned around.  He was in awe of his beautiful bride.  They then shared letters that they had written each other for the wedding day.  Once they composed themselves we started on the other photos.  

We did a few posed photos with individuals and family.  One of the photos the couple shared with me had a bottle of champagne in it so I brought a bottle of champagne for a fun group photo.  I took the group to the ceremony area and gave the bottle to Matt then told everyone to line up behind him.  He opened the bottle of champagne and shook it, spraying the champagne at the camera.  It was a joyous start to a wonderful day.

When we finished the bridal party went inside the mansion and the guests started to arrive.  They entered through the side garden entrance by the road.  They were greeted with a polaroid camera to take photos with and some cool drinks to take with them to the ceremony area.  Once everyone was in place the bridal party lined up and entered.  Then Jessie’s father escorted her down to Matt who was already on the stage next to Jessie’s brother who performed the ceremony.  It was very sweet with vows written by the couple. Within a few minutes they were pronounced husband and wife.

Everyone went to the reception hall, located in front of the mansion.  Inside there was Melissa Munger a wedding artist who paints your wedding the day that it happens.  Everyone strolled around her canvas and was impressed with the work of art that captured the couple.

While the guests were in the reception area the bride and groom went to the Bourbon Garden.  In the garden Jessie and Matt buried a bottle of bourbon a year before when they visited the venue.  Burying a bottle of bourbon at your wedding location is a southern tradition that is supposed to bring you good luck and great weather on your wedding day.  I must say that they could not have had better weather on the day of their wedding.  They recovered the bottle of bourbon and took a toast to celebrate.

The reception was unique just like the couple.  They had doughnuts and baklava for the dessert table.  For their first dance Jessie changed to a fun spring outfit with custom bridal Air Jordans.  Friends and family celebrated their love by dancing and toasting to the newlyweds.  It was a beautiful ending to a beautiful day.

Thanks for checking out this Atlanta wedding photographers blog! I hope you enjoyed the read and found it interesting! Make sure you keep coming back to our blog to see what the Atlanta wedding photographers at Atlanta Artistic Weddings get up to! If you’d like to contact me go to the contact page and drop me a line at https://www.atlantaartisticweddings.com/contact-atlanta-wedding-photographer. I would love to hear from you!

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[ebdanon]

(part 2) My dad caught COVID on the plane back. Which meant he couldn't attend the wedding-related "meetings" we planned with the parents. Which made him unbearable. Both sides were trying to make the whole thing as cheap as possible (the parents pay for weddings here)- the cheapest menu, venue, music, everything. I don't remember a lot of things from the planning. But at one point they got so overbearing and trying to undermine everything we just gave up. In our country, the bride's parents buy the wedding ring for her husband, and vice versa. We were so sick of their behavior, that we decided to get ridiculously expensive wedding bands since both sides wanted to show off how much money they had. Because they rushed everything, we ended up married 6 weeks after the proposal. There were about 30 people, all of them mandatory for weddings (there would have been more people if no one was in a rush but not everyone can get a last-minute plane ticket). I managed to get all of one friend to attend, my husband had no friends. Because the parents planned the guest list and we said only the core mandatory people, his parents didn't even ask if he would be inviting any friends. My parents paid for my dresses for the few different official events with the in-laws that tradition demands. My husband's parents (who again, knew about this for a year and a half already, were complaining they were running out of money) got him nothing. Official events include family dinner at my place, and family dinner at his place - only parents and siblings and their partners. Then we did the church ceremony with the 30 people, with a lunch at a restaurant afterward. The actual marriage certificate we got two weeks later on our actual anniversary, and we had lunch after with the 10 people in attendance. The restaurants were shitty both times. Since we lived out of town and were busy with work, our parents had to check which places we could book for the set date. They made a list of the cheapest places in town, and they're all cheap for good reason. Terrible interior, bad service, cheap food, and barely any space. They also made a list for the music, and did the same thing again - listed the cheapest bands which had like three people in them. Thankfully we handled the photographer so the photos were amazing. I worked with a florist for the decoration which made the place a bit nicer, but still pretty shit.

I never wanted a traditional wedding. I just wanted to skip the dumb and outdated traditions, get a marriage certificate, and have a small gathering at a nice venue. Well, we skipped most of the traditions. The traditions I hate include the young unmarried men in the family hiding the bride in her house and only giving her up in exchange for money from the groom and best man. There's shit like dancing on tables, a couple of other "money in exchange for the bride" things, and copious photos of the bride giving gifts to her future in-laws family members. After the wedding, everyone goes back to the groom's house where the bride is supposed to dip her finger in honey. oil? (I forget) and draw crosses on the door to her new home, and then the party continues. My MIL insisted I do that one, my FIL filmed it and sent it to my parents. Because no one went to the groom's house because we weren't doing that part.

I remember one conversation I had with my narcissistic grandma the day before, who insisted we still do all that "giving away the bride for money" in the restaurant itself. This is the same woman who pretended to have a psychotic break a week before the wedding and spent a few days in the hospital. We know she pretended because the doctors told us as much, but they still kept her for "observation" to calm her down. She pretended she didn't recognize anyone or anything, but was magically fine when my uncle called her up.

And then I was married and we spent the rest of the month living with my in-laws (as per tradition) to get all the documents sorted and get the marriage certificate. My parents gave us a huge chunk of money as a wedding gift, and his parents promised us half of the house they own (I have a recent story on this I'll share another time) as the other half would go to their daughter.

Living with them was when I learned how big my MIL's drinking problem was. She would go on these screaming rants about how my parents were master manipulators and planned everything how they wanted it to be, screaming at my husband for being weak-willed and getting fucked over according to her. My husband and I would go over to my parents, and the next day my MIL would be screaming about how we went over to get instructions on how to fuck up everything. It was even worse when she was drunk. We got everything with the documents sorted and got the hell out of dodge as soon as we could to our apartment. And we didn't speak to each other for a month and a half after that. Just trying to decompress and destress from the shitstorm we went through. When we finally started talking to each other again and started to relax, we spent a couple of weeks going over the shit that went down, which was stressful again. Finally, we went back to normal, the stress went away, and we both got incredibly sick. It was like the high adrenaline from the stress was keeping us going until we took a breather and we both crashed. While mine was a chronic flare-up, my husband's was a brand new thing and we spent the next four months going to over 40 doctors to figure out what it was. That's a whole 9 shitty shitty months that were supposed to be incredibly happy. We had tons of plans that we had to put off or completely cancel due to the drama from our families. And when the dust settled, and they tried to reminisce about the "wedding", all I told them was that I was just grateful to be invited. Because none of it was for me. The only things we got to organize were the photographer and the florist. It was like the random small tasks you would give to someone because they have free time and those things aren't too big of a deal so they can't fuck them up too badly. I only have a vague idea of why they were rushing everything - our original plan was to get the certificate and buy people lunch, we'd do the church ceremony and everything else at a later time when venues would be available, which was likely months later. We were planning on moving abroad, so everyone was likely panicking that we would never get married in a church if we didn't do it then and there. But these are just assumptions from throwaway things I've heard since then. Our travel agent actually had the dream little wedding that I had wanted a week after we did. The location, music, decor, menu, hell, even everyone's outfits and the weather, everything was perfect, just how I wanted it to be. I just wanna say I'm happy for her, even if I couldn't, I'm happy someone else got to do that whole idea. And I'm sure it took months of planning which we didn't have for some mysterious reason.

Oh, and as soon as the photos of us were shared online, I started getting phone calls from people asking if I was pregnant because it happened so fast. I started joking that I would start sending people my used tampons to just avoid coming up with an explanation of why the rush happened.

Speaking of pregnancy I just remembered, that as soon as we walked out of the church, my and his parents wished us a happy life and a baby as soon as possible. I laughed and told them that would require some sort of higher power because it was medically impossible at the time, and my dad said "Accidents happen".... Both sets of parents knew I had issues with my hormones that basically make me infertile until they're fixed. And I'm keeping some of them in check with birth control. So even if I stop taking it, I'm still infertile, I just don't get periods without birth control. But sure, accidents happen lmao

That's as much as I could summarize and remember, this happened almost two years ago. I'll be sharing more MIL-specific lore as soon as I can.

can i fist fight your entire family? ill pay for my flight too because holy FUCK??????????

[narrie]

Bye what was she saying while talking shit what was her problem 😭

bro it's a long story 😭 basically my cousin married the brother of her sister in law so she already KNEW that family and i also knew that family and i neverrr would've thought anything bad about them. the only negative thing i knew was that the parents were against my cousin (her brother) and the daughter getting married for the longest time bc of their ethnicities (he's afghan and she's iraqi and they wanted her to marry an iraqi as well) which is why it took like over 10 years for them to get married 😐 anyway, they got married and so did her 2 other sisters and the older brother. my cousin was marrying the last child, who was not only the YOUNGEST one but also the youngest SON - if u catch my drift lmao his fam but especially his mom was just being awfullll during the whole wedding planning bit and didn't let my cousin control barely anything even tho it was HER wedding bro they kept butting heads. it's like tradition that the wife/wife's family pays for the engagement party/henna night and the husband/husband's family pays for the wedding but they didn't even offer their help with the henna night planning even tho her side (including me) helped a lot with the wedding lol so on the henna night me and a couple other bridesmaids were STRESSING and a lot of shit went wrong while the groom's THREE sisters (my cousin doesn't have any sisters) just stood there and did nothing lol that was already weird to me bc i thought they had a good relationship with my cousins (except her sister in law did raise concerns about the wedding but that's a different story). 3 of the braidsmaids were sisters and also iraqi and family friends of the groom (which is how my cousin met them) and then towards the beginning of the henna night (my cousin wasn't even there yet) one of these sisters came to me and went "hey i have to tell u smth, the groom's mother is going to every table and talking shit in arabic about the bride" 😀 she was saying stuff like how my cousin isn't what was she expected of a bride, how she's extremely stubborn and she needed to teach her and control her, and she was way too "free" and all this horrible shit. omfgggg a GROWN ass woman!!! and ON her henna night, 2 days before their wedding are u crazyyy and technically they already were married since they had their islamic wedding almost a year before omfg boy moms bro!!!!!!!!!! and then the whole night she was lich rally terrorizing us and the bride, e.g. bc the bride made her entrance with HER family, the mil wanted to have her son do an entrance with HIS family even tho my cousin had planned for the bridesmaids to change into traditional afghan clothes and come in with candles while they, as a COUPLE, followed us. and like SHE planned the henna night since she was 1) paying for it and 2) no one from his fam offered their help. but the mil wouldn't hear it and she deadass made my cousin sit there while his fam made their entrance and danced with him (they DEADASSSSS didn't dance with her ONCE that night) bro . we had also practiced a traditional afghan dance that we were supposed to perform with the bride but when the mil heard about it she didn't allow her to dance with us bc "that's not appropriate" ???? bro and we tried to talk back to her for sure while keeping the drama from my cousin but u know brown culture, talking back to someone older is disrespectful yada yada and no one wanted to create even MORE drama 🫠 sm more shit happened, like the mil went up to those 3 sisters who were bridesmaids and said shit like "why are u friends with her, why are u wearing these afghan clothes, u should be wearing iraqi clothes, stop catering to her" like WHAT!!!!! insane stuff bro and then on the wedding even more of this shit went down oooofffff

[thesnapshotcafe]

Wedding Photography, Videography and Bridal Hair Styling & Makeup Service to a British-Hong Kong Couple in Liverpool, England

We have provided wedding photography, videography and bridal hair styling & mother of the bride makeup and hair styling service to a family-oriented British-Hong Kong couple in Liverpool.

This is a wedding with a mixture of Western civil ceremony and modernised Chinese traditions. We have provided nearly 13 hours service. Firstly, we started our hair styling and makeup process in the early morning when the bride, her bridesmaids, mother and close family friends stayed in the penthouse of an apartment building.

After that, we started photography and videography service for the door game session. It was fun, but also touching, especially when the groom telling his bride how much he loves her. It was not very easy to capture the door game, as it started in a narrow corridor.

During the door game, all other relatives came to the building to witness the Chinese tea ceremony and celebrate the family. Many of the relatives gave the couple golds and red packet of money as a gesture of good will and prosperity.

The bride then changed into her white wedding attire in the bridal room in Royal Liver Building, where the ceremony took place. It locates near the coast with beautiful view of Liverpool. Such an iconic tall building with big windows, that made us imagine we were in one of the Batman movies.

During ceremony, the groom cried a lot, and his wife also joined to him because of the emotional atmosphere there. We also took very romantic couple shoots at the Royal Liver Building balcony and lobby after their ceremony is done.

Lastly, we went to Chung Ku Liverpool Restaurant to do their banquet photo and video shoot. The bride's father and brother was in Manchester Lion Dance team. It was the first time we witness the family gave such a beautiful performance for the newlywed. Before the banquet started, the family and professional dancers did the traditional Chinese Lion Dance in different sets of props. The whole process last nearly 1 hour.

Chung Ku is a huge Chinese restaurant with 2 floors near the sea. The whole 2 floors were full with around 200 guests. The food was superb. The couple told us this restaurant is the best one around the area with fresh sea food. The guests were so impressed with the banquet.

In between the Lion Dances the beautiful bride has also changed her wedding dress into red Qipao again. We changed her hair style again and helped the change again when she changed into evening dress. It is a traditional for brides and her family to change into multiple gowns. Traditionally, Chinese brides have to wear 5 gowns on her wedding day. It was a symbol of luck.

This couple loves to join couple contest. On their special day, they have prepared a special dance performance as their first dance too. After the banquet, speeches from the two fathers and couple, all the toasts and cheers, also cake cutting, the most exciting part of the night came. The couple has sent us a video of their rehearsal before their wedding. They did the dance quite nicely with some romantic and fun actions. We did enjoy watching it again and again during our video editing process.

So the day has finished with the party, and the guests took boxes of take away of the wedding cake pieces and left over from the banquet. It is important not to have food waste, and no one wants to waste these delicious food. The bride sent us a message the next day, saying our organisation was very good. We think they did plan very well and paid attention to details. We wish them all the best and a happy married life ever-after.

Feel free to take a look at their photos, highlight and feature videos on our Facebook page, website and Youtube & Vimeo channels.

Thank you

我們在利物浦為一對重視家庭的英藉香港新人提供婚紗攝影、錄像和新娘髮型設計以及新娘媽媽妝髮造型服務。

這是一場融合了西方儀式和現代中國傳統的婚禮。 我們提供了將近 13 小時的服務。 先由清晨的化妝過程開始。早上的過程都在一頂層公寓舉行。

之後，我們開始為'玩新郎'過程提供攝影和錄像服務。 這很有趣，但也很感人，尤其是當新郎告訴他的新娘他有多愛她時。 捕捉遊戲並不容易，因為它從狹窄的走廊開始。

在'玩新郎'過程，所有其他親戚都來到慶祝，預備即將舉行的中式茶禮。 許多親戚們給了這對新人黃金和紅包，以示祝賀新人的未來。

隨後，新娘在皇家利物大廈的新娘房換上了��色的婚紗，婚禮也在那裡舉行。 它位於海岸附近，可欣賞到利物浦的美麗景色。 如此具有大窗戶的標誌性高樓，讓我們想像我們在其中一部蝙蝠俠電影中。

儀式中，新郎哭很多，他的妻子也因為現場氣氛感動而哭了。 儀式結束後，我們在皇家利物大廈的陽台和大堂拍攝了非常浪漫的婚紗照。

最後，我們去了中橋酒家拍他們的宴會照片和視頻。 新娘的父親和哥哥是曼徹斯特舞獅隊成員。 這是我們第一次看到一家人為新人獻上如此精彩的表演。 宴會開始前，家人和專業舞者用不同的獅子道具表演了中國傳統的舞獅表演。 整個過程持續近1個小時。 中橋酒家是一個大的中餐廳，有 2 層，靠近海邊。 整整2層樓滿了大約200位賓客。 而食物很棒。 這對夫婦告訴我們，這家餐廳是該地區最好的餐廳，提供新鮮的海鮮。 賓客們對宴會印象深刻。

舞獅表演期間，新娘換上了紅旗袍。 我們又換了她的髮型。我們也在她換上晚禮服為她再次改髮型。傳統上，中國新娘在婚禮當天必須穿 5 件禮服。 這是幸運的象徵。

這對情侶喜歡參加情侶（舞蹈）大賽。 在他們這特別的日子，他們也準備了一場特別的舞蹈表演。 酒席過後，兩位父親新人的致辭，大家舉杯歡呼，還有切蛋糕，當晚最精彩的環節來了。 這對新人發我們一段他們在婚禮前排練的短片。 他們跳得很好。 在我們的剪接過程中看他們的舞蹈一次又一次，也不覺厭倦。

第二天新娘給我們發了信息，說我們的組織很好。 我們認為是他們確實計劃得很好並且注重細節。 我們祝愿他們一切順利，婚後生活幸福美滿。

歡迎在我們的 Facebook 頁面、網站以及 Youtube 和 Vimeo 頻道上查看他們的照片和錄像。

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[sirthisisa-wendys]

Objections: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you go to a wedding as the maid of honor for your best friend, so you have to keep things proper. But there's always room to have a little fun, right? (a piece for the Gangland Collab hosted by @semisgroupie)

wc: 2.5k

tw: NSFW

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Flustered.

That's one way to describe how you're feeling while everyone is running around and making demands. You're barely dressed when the bride - and your best friend - comes into your shared hotel room with a red face.

"Y/n, my shoes won't buckle!"

You stoop to help Mizuki silently, hoping she would calm down after your assistance. But then she begins to complain bout how awful the wedding rehearsal had gone the night before, where only two out of the four groomsmen had shown up. The best man had even sat the rehearsal dinner out, claiming to have a wicked hangover—a likely story.

"There," you state, standing up and pulling your blush-colored dress straps over your shoulders.

"Thanks, y/n. Don't know what I'd do without you."

And you carry Mizuki's flowers as she rushes across the courtyard to the church, her hands full of tulle skirt. And you adjust her veil when it slips off her hair a little. All the things her mother would have been there to do, you're there for instead. Because that's just who you are.

The groom and the groomsmen have already descended the aisle, and you hand Mizuki her flowers as her father approaches her in the church's lobby. His tattoos are covered by the long-sleeved suit and buttoned-up shirt, but you know Mr. Magahara would show his tattoos if he could.

"You're the best maid of honor," he mentions, and you smile, giving him a wink.

"Wouldn't give this up for the world."

As you walk down the aisle alone, you smile at all of the family members present on Mizuki's side, knowing each and every one of them by name and function. You take your place across from the groomsmen standing behind the groom and eye the best man - a tall, black-haired fellow - with curiosity. His black eyes flick to you for a moment, linger on your appearance in the blush silk, and then turn away just as quickly as if you no longer existed. But Mizuki is coming down the aisle, and you turn toward her, placing your best "I Want to Be Here" smile on your face.

The wedding vows and ceremony passes in a blur, and before you know it - she and her white-haired groom are wedded. As they leave, you walk back up the aisle beside the best man, secretly wondering why he couldn't just suck it up the night before, but you keep your thoughts to yourself as you wait for the golf carts purchased to take you all to the reception.

"Y/n, you and Geto will get in the next one," Mizuki claims and zips off, facing the crowd while her dress flies around her and Gojo. You turn to the man as he sits in the driver's seat of the white golf cart, and he pats the seat next to him. His cuffs roll up just a bit to reveal a red and black tattoo outline when he does so. You look back up at his face, and Geto raises a brow - noticing you noticing his tattoo.

"I don't bite..." he offers, shrugging. Other people are going past you and the stationary cart as you assess the Yakuza member, but after what feels like forever, you decide to get into the cart, and he starts it up before taking off at a crawl. "Often." Before you can respond, he floors the pedal down on the golf cart, and you scream, holding onto the side rails for dear life.

It would be just your luck. You're stuck in a golf cart with a bona fide crazy man who is in the Yakuza.

When he finally pulls up a the barn, you step off the cart, dizzy, but you feel no more inclined to throw up than you did before. However, Geto gets out of the vehicle and loops your arm through his, guiding you towards the repurposed barn like a gentleman.

"Wasn't so bad, was it? Maybe four-and-a-half stars out of five?"

"Out of ten," you mutter, earning you a hearty laugh.

_____________________________________________________________

You're six toasts in and a little unsteady on your feet when Geto turns to you, watching you eat the cupcake offered to you moments before. He places his hand on his chin, examining you in the dim lighting of the venue like he did at the church.

"What?" you wonder, mouth full of icing and cake.

"Just watching you eat that cupcake. Maybe I should've gotten one, yeah?"

"Yeah," you muse, sucking some icing off of your index finger. "They're fucking amazing."

"I bet..." You think you hear him groan in his throat, but you can't be sure, so your attention goes back to the people on the dance floor, and you thumb over to the crowd.

"You don't like dancing?"

"Eh," Geto shrugs, watching the groom sway to the slow song with his bride. "No one's ever asked me to dance with them before." You stand from your chair and offer Geto your hand, praying he wouldn't embarrass you by not taking it.

"Well, Mr. Geto, may I have this dance?"

The man looks at your hand, then back up at your face, as if you were joking. But you continue to stand there, palm up, until he finally takes it, leading you to the dance floor. He pulls you into a traditional slow dance hold - one hand against your waist, the other holding your hand out - and you look up at him, laughing.

"You can dance!"

"Never said I couldn't," he chuckles, smiling down at you. "Just said I hadn't." After a few moments of this, the song changes to something fast and exciting - definitely a song that makes you want to shake your ass a little. At first, the mafia member is caught off-guard by the song, but he dances along with you, mouthing the words to the song.

"You acted like you've never been to a party before," you mention, and he shakes his head, his banging flopping back and forth.

"Always rolled up in the back and watched the festivities."

Your entire perception begins to shift, and for some reason, your cheeks heat up under his gaze. It's the alcohol, you consider. It has to be.

But as you move closer to him and Geto takes your hips in his hands, you know you won't be able to escape this evening unscathed. The DJ changes the song to a sultry and seductive song, and you follow the beat, rolling your body under the firm grip of the hands on your body. Your fingers creep up Geto's suit and rest on his chest, eyes following and resting on his face. He leans down and exhales in your ear, and you tilt your head back, hair tickling the back of your neck.

"Fuck..." he breathes, and you stifle a moan when his hands creep up to the top of the back of your dress. "Y/n, I don't know if I can keep dancing with you like this... Makes me think about--"

"Don't," you whisper, feeling the need grow in your stomach. "Don't say it. We just met, and I can't... I shouldn't..."

"I'm renting a hotel room tonight and heading back into town in the morning," he adds, ignoring your plea. "Maybe we could..." Geto leaves the ending open, and you close your eyes, hissing as he grips your ass.

"You're making a scene."

The sound of Mizuki behind you is enough to startle the both of you into sobriety. You look back, and Gojo and Mizuki raise their brows at the two of you simultaneously.

"If you're going to fuck each other, don't do it here. Go on," Gojo smirks, jerking his chin at you. "Get out of here."

Neither of you needs any more permission to take off and go back to the hotel.

"Get your things and meet me on floor ten."

You fumble with the keycard as you stumble into the hotel room you shared with Mizuki. Nothing but the thoughts of being under Geto fill your mind as you throw your things into a bag and rush up to the tenth floor.

Geto is standing in front of the elevators and scrolling on his phone, his black jacket slung over his shoulder and tattoos on full display from his forearms to his elbows. Shit.

He notices you immediately and holds his hand out for your bag, then walks you to a room at the end of the hall. The plush carpet beneath you makes you a little unsteady on your feet, but you keep your composure and step into the room behind him. He sets your bag on the couch in the room, sighing and placing his jacket over it before walking over to where you are, still standing at the now-closed door in anticipation. He tilts your chin up and smiles, leaning in for a kiss without speaking.

And you give him exactly what he wants, pressing your back against the door as Geto runs his hands over your body slowly, deliberately. "You've been driving me crazy all night long," he muses, pulling away from you and tapping your nose with his index finger. "But now I've got you right where I want you."

"Wait," you murmur, head hazy, already drunk on his essence. "I don't even know your first name."

"Suguru," he whispers against your lips. "But I go by Su."

And before you know it, you're moaning that name over and over again, his head between your legs and hands on your thighs. You can see all of his tattoos from his back to his hips, and for a moment, you're lost in the intricate patterns and swirls and animals. Your hands are tangled in his hair, and he moans when you tug slightly on it, pushing him into your cunt a little more.

"Please, Su..." you beg, and he answers your request by sucking on your clit and flicking his eyes up to watch your face change. "Oh my god." Your rock your hips against his face, and he hums loudly, bordering on a growl while his tongue flicks back and forth. "Ah!" Your orgasm arrives faster than you thought it would, catching you off-guard and making your back arch.

Suguru grabs your hips and repositions you so he's still eating you out as you cum. And when you're done, he pulls away slowly, licking his lips and peeling his pants off.

"That's a good girl," he mutters, pushing your legs up and grasping his hard length. "You ready for me?"

"Yes, please," you whine, and Suguru slides his cock up and down your pussy before slapping it with his cock head a few times.

"Wet as fuck," he groans, then slides into you, barely getting his cock past your entrance before easing up. "And tight as shit. Damn, Satoru owes me ten bucks."

You're about to ask what the hell that means, but he slides back into you, and the thought evaporates. "Oh, Su!" The man slides back out, then in, gaining a few inches each time. His hips meet yours with a slap of skin, a rhythm he maintains as your own personal initiation begins.

"Keep those hips still for me, kitten." You obey, moaning in time with his thrusts and watching his cock pump in and out of you with a milky, white ring of your cum forming at the base. "Look at that... You're creamin' all over my cock." All you can do is moan in response, feeling your body flush under his gaze. Lithe fingers dance around your collarbone before sliding back down to your breasts, toying with your nipples carefully.

"Can we..." You gasp as he leans down and swipes his tongue across your breast, the sound of your moans and groans cutting through the static in your head.

"What'd you say?"

"Can we--" Another gasp is pulled from you when Suguru tugs your right nipple with his teeth, delivering a shock of pain and pleasure.

"You keep stopping mid-sentence, kitten. Spit it out." All this time, he hasn't stopped thrusting into you, and you frown a little, trying to recall what you wanted to say.

"Su, can we please -- ah!" Suguru drives a hand toward your clit and rolls it between his fingers.

"Baby," he chastises, smirking playfully. "Didn't they teach you to finish your sentences in grade school?" You huff in response, and Suguru laughs, pulling his hand away and leaning over you. "No, really. What is it, y/n?"

"Can you fuck me from behind, please?" Suguru's brows raise, and you swallow hard, feeling him pull out slowly.

"Be my guest," he encourages you, and you flip over, scooting to the edge of the bed eagerly. Suguru slaps each ass cheek once before entering you again. "Go ahead," he murmurs, and you bounce back onto his cock, taking control. You look back at the Yakuza member and bite your bottom lip, feeling your climax build.

"Feels so fucking good, Su," you whisper, and his mouth parts at the way you look. "So damn sexy..."

He slides out of you almost instantly, pushing you onto the bed and mounting you from above. "Trying to make me cum, huh? I know your little tricks. I've got something for that." He doesn't sound displeased at all, just a little surprised, but his reaction no longer matters as he pounds into your little cunt as hard and fast as he can, pushing your hips into the bed over and over again. A hand crawls up to your neck, and Suguru latches his lips onto your earlobe, traveling lower while he fucks you so hard that the headboard begins to shake.

"The h-headboard," you cry out, but Suguru pays you no mind, keeping you in place while he thrusts into your abused cunt until you tip over the edge, choking out a sound between a wail and grunt.

"Good girl," he whispers in your ear as your hand scramble to find purchase among the silken sheets and pointless pillows. "Cum for me... just like that." A ragged inhale triggers his climax, but you're still riding your high as he rocks into your cunt, filling you with his cum. You both lay on the bed, recovering with deep inhales and exhales, and a soft moan or two.

"Shit," you breathe.

"That was fucking amazing." Suguru stays inside of you but pulls you onto your side so he's spooning your body carefully.

"You're in the Yakuza," you whisper. "Does this mean I can never tell anyone about what we did?" Suguru laughs loudly, shaking your body as he holds you.

"Everyone watched you and I leave, I don't think there's any confusion about what we're doing. And even if they didn't Gojo will tell them for sure." You groan, but Suguru pulls you in closer. "Don't worry, y/n. I won't let them embarrass you. I'll make sure to let them see you with me on dates, too."

[glimmerglanger]

Good evening.

I dont know if your talking promps right now, but I just reread Convergence Zones and was suddenly hit by the image of Cody finding out about slow-dancing and deciding he'll learn how to dance so he can do something romantic for Obi-wan.

OHHHH that's so cute. Also, this one, uhhh, got away from me a little bit. Set ~1.5 years after the end of the story.

~~~~~~

Cody kept in contact with Adlee after all that happened in Utapau.

She’d found him, in fact, contacted him over one of his social media accounts in the aftermath of that disaster and apologized for pepper spraying him, though it had done him no serious harm.

He forgave her - it had not hurt him - and, besides, she had gotten him to Obi-Wan before he fell off the side of a cliff. They spoke regularly - her work interested him and he knew much about the time period she wanted to study - and he grew to consider her a friend as the world returned to normal.

It was still something of a surprise when, one day, nearly a year and a half after the end of the Convergence, she messaged him to invite him to her marriage.

He stared at the message for a moment, until Obi-Wan nudged him in the side and said, “Darling, I’ve told you, you have to ignore trolls.”

“It’s not a troll,” Cody told him, and then turned his phone so Obi-Wan could see the message.

“Ah,” Obi-Wan said, an eyebrow rising and his mouth curving into a smile. “That’s wonderful news. Give her my congratulations. Do you want to go?”

Cody considered the question and then said, “Yes. She says I can bring a…plus one?”

Obi-Wan snorted a little laugh, looking over again from polishing his sword. “Someone to go with you,” he said. “A friend or partner of your own.”

Cody nodded. “It’s in six months,” he said. “I’ll tell her we can make it?”

He didn’t know exactly why that made Obi-Wan smile at him so softly, but it did, Obi-Wan agreeing that they should certainly plan to attend and then, with a tilt of his head to the side, advising, “Ask her if she’s registered anywhere for presents? I’m not entirely sure how that works in Utapau.”

Cody nodded, sending the questions, and thinking about marriage as she replied back and forth.

He had seen a few marriage ceremonies in the past. The priests did not marry as a general rule, but they did perform ceremonies, couples traveling to the temple to have the appropriate words said over them.

Cody and his brothers had been fully permitted to watch those ceremonies, where entire families arrived clad in silvery clothing with brightly colored scarves and jewelry wound all around their bodies.

Some of the marriage parties had been joyous, exultant affairs, the groom’s family enthusiastically playacting the ritual of stealing the bride away from her family. Others had been more somber affairs, with barely any concessions made to ceremony.

Cody had vague ideas out how marriage ceremonies worked in the present. He’d seen a few on television programs, but also knew well enough that the television often got such things wrong, and so he fell to researching.

It seemed each culture had different rituals. Cody looked through article after article, focusing on the traditions practiced in Utapau, even after Obi-Wan went to bed, pleading exhaustion after another long day.

The ceremonies looked beautiful, with several days of feasting and…a significant amount of dancing.

Cody watched some clips of dancers moving around each other in intricate patterns, tracking the movements. Some of the dances were very energetic, while others were very slow, couples holding one another close while swaying to the music.

It seemed everyone did it. Which was something of a concern, because he had never danced at all.

#

Cody studied more about dancing over the coming days. Apparently, it was quite a large part of marriages in Utapau. Apparently, it was considered quite romantic. Apparently, it was good luck for couples to dance at weddings, especially for close friends.

He watched more videos online and then searched for classes in the area that could teach him how to appropriately perform the dances. He found, unfortunately, a disappointing number of Utapaun dance instructors in Coruscant, namely, none in his area.

But that was alright.

Adlee sent him videos from other weddings and then, when he asked more questions - because imitating the movements he could see in the videos only helped so much - put him in touch with an Utapaun man she knew who owned a dance studio.

The man spoke no Common, but that mattered little. Cody taught himself their language while Obi-Wan slept one night, so they could communicate, and received instruction over online video.

The man told him about each dance, going beyond instruction. So many of them had distinct purposes in the reception. The placement of hands during the dance said so much about your feelings regarding your partner, about your intentions, about the hopes you had for the future.

Cody absorbed all of the information, knowing very well what he wanted to convey when dancing with Obi-Wan.

By the time that her wedding approached, the instructor had declared him a perfect student, looking bemused over the video call and musing that he wished all his students were so dedicated to learning.

#

Obi-Wan wore his special occasion robes to the wedding. “It’s somewhat expected,” he said, when Cody raised an eyebrow at him, belting his sword around his hips, tunics neatly in place, robe not yet over his shoulders. “Everyone likes a uniform, and I am a Jedi.”

Cody, as one of the bride’s friends, was apparently supposed to wear specific clothing, a loose and blousy shirt of brilliant orange and a wrap about his legs in brown, with yellow-gold thread making patterns around the bottom, close to his knees.

Adlee had told him that she understood if he preferred pants, that she understood Coruscanti fashion mores differed from those in Utapau. She’d laughed, sounding startled, when he told her that he’d only worn what the Coruscanti considered skirts before he’d woken up in the present.

He still found them less restrictive than pants.

And he enjoyed the way Obi-Wan looked at his legs when the fabric moved around, brushing his thighs.

#

The ceremony itself only lasted for around an hour.

The marriage celebration, afterwards, would last for a few days, starting with a meal and then the dancing. Cody felt a burst of warmth in his chest when he sat down at his assigned seat in the reception tents to find a platter with several unfamiliar stones neatly arranged.

Adlee had slid little cards beneath each one, telling him where they’d come from and what she thought they contained.

He kept one, sliding it over to Obi-Wan who placed it into one of the deep pockets in his robe with a fond smile, and ate the rest.

He knew no one at the party, really, but Obi-Wan had a skill at speaking to anyone and before long had their entire table listening to a story, expressions rapt. The meal passed in a blur of conversation, and Cody straightened when the first notes of music began to play through the air.

Around the room, people began standing, and Cody pushed his chair back, waiting a beat before offering a hand down to Obi-Wan, who had not moved. “Hm?” Obi-Wan asked, glancing up at him.

“It’s time to dance,” Cody told him, and Obi-Wan blinked at him, before smiling and taking his hand.

“I had no idea you were a dancer,” Obi-Wan said, his hand very warm as they fell in with the crowd, heading to another tent, this one wide open, with a high ceiling and a smooth floor. A live band stood near the middle of the space, on a raised platform.

“I’m not,” Cody told him, because he wasn’t, he just wanted--

To tug Obi-Wan around, so Cody stood close behind him - a position not all the dancers took to start, only the ones who wished to convey a position of support and commitment to their partner - touching Obi-Wan’s left arm to coax him to lift it, and hearing Obi-Wan suck in a little breath as Cody ran a touch up the underside of his arm to clasp his hand.

His other hand he settled on Obi-Wan’s hip, and Obi-Wan made another little noise, more felt than heard, and placed his palm over the back of Cody’s hand.

He glanced over his shoulder, started to say something, and then the music swept up.

Cody realized only as they took the first steps - Obi-Wan just a little halting - that he perhaps should have asked if Obi-Wan knew these dances. He’d--assumed so, because he’d gotten used to Obi-Wan just knowing things about the world that he had to research.

But Obi-Wan was not from Utapau. He’d come from Stewjon and then lived for years in Coruscant, only visiting other countries to fight their monsters for them. That left little time for learning to dance, but--

Obi-Wan kept up with the steps as long as Cody provided some guidance with his hands and body, letting Cody lead him through, making a single, surprised sound when the music swelled, and Cody - wanting everyone in attendance to know exactly where Obi-Wan stood in his regard - lifted him, spun, and put him back on his feet.

“Force,” Obi-Wan panted, as they ended up face to face, and close, “you are a dancer.”

“No,” Cody said, sweeping his hand down Obi-Wan’s back. “I just--wanted to dance with you.”

There seemed something different there, a distinction in his mind, anyway. And the words made Obi-Wan’s expression go soft and infinitely fond. “You’ll have to tell me how you learned, later,” Obi-Wan said, “for now, I should focus on keeping up.”

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Call of Duty: Wedding Headcanons

Price:

+it was a rather simple wedding.

+The After party was killer tho

+Booze everywhere, a big bottle of Prices Favorite whiskey.

+you wore a very flowey dress that wrapped around your figure nicely.

+yall played some oldies at the reception.

+let's just say it was crazy and definitely memorable. For the most part.

+atleast before you were wasted.

Soap

+OUTDOOR WEDDING IN THE SCOTTISH COUNTRY SIDE

+it was a rather big wedding. Not only does soap have a large family but also the 141, family friends. Not to forget your family.

+lots of food for sure.

+his family was a bit iffy about it not being in the church. But you both made sure the local pastor was doing the vows.

+the reception was rather tame due to your families being there. Still memorable tho.

+back in the hotel room with the  best men as well as the maids were fun! They got tipsy. You and soap were fucking hammering yourselves.

Ghost

+if it was his choice he would of passed on having a wedding.

+you nagged him otherwise. Saying "you cant rob me of this experience simon! I wanna feel like a princess!"

+he tried to say how you are already his queen. While you are flattered your opinion doesn't change.

+yall settle with a small wedding with your immediate family and the 141 were invited. At you favorite Gazebo.

+he refused to take off his mask

+despite it all he wrote custom vows that made everyone awe and you, cry. (Of joy)

+you also did custom vows and explained how much this meant to you. Thanking him.

+yall didnt have a reception but you both just got takeout, went into the hotel,  and enjoyed eachother first moments into this new way of life.

+yall tease eachother saying mr./Ms. Riley back and forth.

Gaz

+GAZ WANTED A FUN WEDDING

+Man he went all out for the reception.

+games, amazing food, amazing venue and service. The reception was def the most expensive thing ever.

+he wanted his first moments after marrying you to be unforgettable and damn they def were.

+you both are the couple to shove eachother into the cake. (He started it)

+yall didnt really drink much but there was booze available.

+you can bet the 141 are teasing him the entire time for his generally bashful nature.

+gaz made the mistake of letting Price say the best man speech. Story after story more of his will to exist left his body.

+yall didnt do a slow dance. Nah nah nah nah. Yall point out some hard s h I t

Roach

+BABY BOIIIIIII IS GETTING MARRIEDDDDDD

+you could hear the boys going off in chants from your dressing room.

+I mean the baby is getting married you didnt blame them.

+so... you didn't have anyone to walk you down so yall thought it be funny to do a think.

+so you were the at the altar and he with Price was walking down the aisle.

+you can over hear the best Ken singing "her come the groom, here comes the groom"

+It was so bizarre and fitting that no one dared questioned it.

+you both agreed on having a very small reception. Wanting to save most of the money for the honey moon.

+the reception was dance, photos, food, speech and that it.

+most likely to do a disney wedding let's be honest here.

Adler

+very traditional wedding in a church.

+you both didnt bother with a reception. Yall just invited them over for some booze, some smokes, and a tad bit of catering.

+your dress was a beautiful, slightly puffy floral imprinted gown. Of course long sleeved.

+adler surprisingly made custom vows. You actually didnt know he was gonna do that. It was touching.

Park

+park isnt fond of big social gatherings. And so yall just went to the courts.

+all that mattered to her was she could spend of the rest of her days with you.

(For specifically female readers)

+having the courts to fucking agree was a fucking bother. And so, with some bribes and Parks whose choice of words yall were able to get the lisence.

+cold war times were rough as shit but who gives a flying fuck.

Lazar

+you did the wedding in his tradition. And he was very happy you agreed.

+he takes his culture very seriously.

+Learning all the proper manners and events was definitely a culture shock of and experience. But you had not only Lazar but some really nice ladies helping out.

+very colorful wedding you both had.

Woods 

+yall had your wedding in the Philadelphia. In the family homes back yard.

+his entire family was present and so was yours.

+they have a huge fucling tard.

+speeches were spent as wood would tightly curl himself into a ball tighter and tighter with every speech.

+"one time I rember frank went into the front and tripped over some wagon and fell right in and rolled off into the sunset! Man we chased for atleast a mile" (cues the chronic laughter from you.)

+karma is a bitch. And he laughs at your stupid family stories.

Mason 

+private wedding with you close family and Masons family. Woods was also invited

+you two got married cause you were already pregnant. Not like you didnt want to anyways.

+the music consisted of 50s tunes played by a local jazz band you enjoyed.

+mason really did spoil you with the wedding. Got everything you desired. To the tiniest decor detail.

+you fav part was you slow dance since mason is just such a sweetheart. And an amazing dancer.

+"PUT YOU HEAD ON MY SHOOOUUULDDEEER, HOLD ME IN YOU ARMSS, BABBBYYYYY"

+Yall are both teasing eachother the entire reception.

+you both had to help wood home since he was bloody fucked.

Hudson

+To everyone's surprise he actually had a big wedding. You both had large families so it made sense.

+yall know he do a church wedding. He may be a war criminal but he still a man of god.

+his best men which were mason, woods, adler and one other you were unaware about were crying not of joy but of sadness of losing one of "The Boys"

+in his vows he apologized for his dumbass best men.

+you found the whole thing funny and knew Hudson still loved those guys to his grave. Tho he may never show it.