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[asa-do-your-thing]

Mine is the Vengeance

18+ MINORS DNI (Dark)Aemond Targaryen x F!Reader (/OC, hair colour is mentioned), mentioned Aegon x F!Reader 3.8k Warnings: DEAD DOVE I REPEAT DEAD DOVE, dubcon, noncon, blowjob, cunnilingus, P in V sex, smut duh, derogatory language, sexism, parent-child incest mentioned, as always no proofreading no nothing

Time had seemed to slow around you. Biting back tears, you flinched every time Queen Alicent took another section of your dark locks to braid them sweetly up onto your head, creating a beautiful updo. Two moons had passed since you’d been married, and it was common knowledge that Prince Aemond Targaryen had only ever touched you on your wedding night, refusing to interact with you more than he had to, only the two of you and Queen Alicent knowing why.

It was not your fault, you thought to yourself and sighed. You were not to be blamed. Though still, you had to be grateful that he stepped up the way he did. A true Prince, you thought with a tiny sneer.

“‘Tis alright, my dear, he can be peculiar about your… previous duties to King Aegon. It is now in your responsibility to give him a son, seeing as… the realm does not have a clear successor. To keep the peace, you’ll gift Prince Aemond a little son, so that Jaehaera can marry someone befitting her position,” Alicent whispered soothingly, yet the frigid coldness of her voice did not soothe you at all.

Ah yes, having to give your husband your body, because your rapist is burnt and broken beyond repair, so no heirs may follow. Wonderful. Wonderfully splendid news indeed. Though, with a resigned nod, you accepted the Queen Mother’s dubious advice and flinched as she pinned your veil into your braids.

“Now you look beautiful enough for him. Go now, child, and do what must me done. And oh, before I forget it - do give him one of the smiles that enraptured King Aegon so. You know, he told me that that was the reason why he… paid you such attention. He always used to ramble on about your smile. Now go, child, go, and show Aemond how pretty you can be.”

With a lingering trace of hesitation, you rose from the stool, your royal dress rustling softly against the stone floor. The reflection on the grand mirror struck you; you were a vision of pure elegance and regality, every inch the consort of a prince. As you walked towards the door, Alicent's words rang in your ears, "...show Aemond how pretty you can be."

The long hallway leading to your marital chambers seemed like an endless path. It was as though each step echoeed back into the silence, reminding you of your duty and what had to happen for you to walk this shameful path. Aegon, drunk. Aegon, sobbing. Aegon calling you ‘Mother’ while he held you down onto the mattress.

Aegon, who had screamed at you. Aegon, who after having received an earful by the Hand, Lord Otto Hightower, rashly betrothed you to Prince Aemond. Aegon, who caused all of your and Aemond’s misery. Though… it was your misery, first and foremost. Aemond never had to cry because Aegon had ripped him up because he was too drunk and eager. You clutched the delicate fabric of your gown, feeling knots in your stomach. Swallowing hard, you lifted your hand to knock on the door.

Prince Aemond sat his desk, engrossed in scrolls bearing news of the current situation across Westeros. Alliances, Troop movements and such things. He looked up as you enter, his violet eyes betraying surprise before he quickly masked it with hateful indifference. His gaze travelled over your form, taking in your carefully arranged hair and the gown that fell around you like a dark green waterfall.

"Are we receiving guests?", he asked with a hint of sarcasm in his cold voice. Your heart fluttered uneasily but summoning all the courage you had left, you flashed him a radiant smile - one that was reportedly fondly spoken about by King Aegon himself. Maybe… maybe he’d play along, just this once…

"No," you replied softly, moving closer to where he sat. "I just thought... perhaps..."

You trailed off, aware that your cheeks were red with embarrassment. He regarded you for a moment longer before sighing and setting aside his papers. He stood to his full height and stepped closer to you, glowering down from his not insignificant height.

“Did the Queen Mother send you?”

Clenching and unclenching your fists, you nodded gently. “Yes, my Prince. I was to, well I still am to… fulfill my duty.”

The Prince looked down at you with a blank face, before disgust took over his fine, Targaryen features. Stepping ever closer to you, he held you by your wrists and looked you over, like cattle in the markets.

“Hm. Wouldn’t it be the greatest way to show my dear brother, the King, that I despise what he had done by just not touching you? Hm? So that I’ll be the next in line? Hm. I doubt that the Queen Mother really wished for me to bed you. Maybe you are just such a harlot that you’ve decided that you neded to get your fill again, now that my darling brother is burnt and crippled?”

His words stung, every syllable colored with venom. Your eyes welled up, threatening to spill over with unshed tears. Your heart clenched as he let go of your wrist. You turned away from him, unable to bear the scorn etched on his face.

“No,” you whispered lost in the silence of the room. “I am not a harlot,” you affirmed more firmly, turning back to him, your chin held high even as your eyes betrayed an ocean of hurt. “You know I am not. You know exactly what the King has done. Does that truly make me a whore? And I came here because it is my duty. Whether you choose to fulfill yours or not is up to you.”

Aemond crossed his arms over his chest, appearing unmoved by your heartfelt plea. But you saw something flicker in his eyes, a spark of understanding perhaps? It was quickly extinguished by a cold hardness that made you shiver despite the warmth of the room.

“Your duty?” he echoed, his tone laced with mockery and bitterness. “What a pleasant duty it must be for you – first my brother and now me?”

He began pacing around the room, looking more like a caged beast than a prince. You watched him quietly, feeling small and insignificant beneath his irate gaze.

After a long silence that felt like ages, Aemond stopped before the hearth, its flames casting ominous shadows on his face making him appear more dragon than man. He finally said in an eerily calm voice, “I will take you, then. Take you in every way known to man. You’ve been a whore once, so why not be a whore now? Give me my damned son and then you can go and fuck my corpse-like brother again for all I care.”

The words hit you like an ice-cold gust of wind in winter's heart. The world seemed to crumble around you as you grappled with the gravity of his words.

“My Prince, Prince Aemond,” you implored softly. But a single glare from him stopped your protest. “As you wish, my Prince.”

Silence between the two of you spread as the two of you stared at each other, not quite knowing what to do now.

“Take off your clothes, but be slow. With every piece of clothing that you lose you shall tell me what my brother had done to you. Tell me all about yourself and your wonderfully wretched body, my dearest Lady Wife,” he murmured and sank into a chair with a small smirk, pouring himself a cup of wine.

You felt like a deer caught in the glare of a predator, frozen and terrified. But this was your duty, as painful and degrading as it was. Each slow inhale and exhale felt like a shard of ice piercing your lungs as you reluctantly began to unlace your dress from the back. As the fabric loosened, you began to speak, each word echoing sharply in the silent room.

"His hands...he was rough with them," you started, trying to keep your voice steady. "He tore at my clothes with an eagerness that scared me."

The room was silent except for your voice and the soft rustling of fabric. The first layer of your dress fell to the ground, pooling around your feet. You could feel Aemond's gaze on you, cold and unyielding.

"He pinned me down in the council chambers...," you continued, paling slightly at the memory. "His breath stank of wine... he didn't even look at me... not really. I was two and ten, I’ve not even flowered then."

As you spoke, another layer fell away. You stood before him shivering slightly, feeling naked despite being partially clothed, your veil tickling you softly.

Your eyes met Aemond's gaze and for a moment, there was silence - a tense void filled with resentment, hatred – but also a seed of understanding that seemed to have sprouted from his icy demeanor.

“He didn't care about me... I was just an object to him,” you whispered, stepping out of your last dress, standing there like a doll, which some girl used to dress up, as you stood there in your shift, your hose and your luxurious headdress. “He always wanted me to tell him that I loved him. All while he was fucking me, scraping my face against stones, letting me bleed.”

Aemond’s eyes widened slightly at your statement while his jaw clenched tight. He downed the rest of his cup in one go and sat onto the bed, motioning you to come forth.

“That sounds like you were not a whore at all… but your gasps and moans were heard all through the Red Keep. Why did I always have to listen to your moans, never your sobs? Why did I even have to see you bouncing on his cock, tits out as if you were on the street of silk?” He asked slowly and bent you over his knees, methodically rolling up your shift to bare your arse to him.

All the heat rose to your face in embarrassment and anger as you tried to lie down in a more comfortable position, or, preferrably, to wriggle out of his grip completely. All you got, in return, was a hard slap against your supple arsecheeks. “Aemond! My P-prince! What are you-?”, you yelped, but were cut off by another rough spank.

"That's 'Prince Aemond' to you," he said, his tone firm. "And you will speak to me respectfully or you won't speak at all."

You bit your lip, forcing back the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes as your face burned with shame. But under his gaze, you found the strength to continue.

"My... my moans," you choked out, swallowing dryly. "They were not of pleasure but of pain. The King... He... He enjoyed making me cry out..."

Another slap made you gasp with surprise, your body jerking under the sudden pain, your headdress jangling at the sudden motion. You glared at him, your eyes aflame with anger and hurt. But he remained stoic, his face impassive as he stared back at you.

"You were there in the shadows, watching... listening," you said bitterly. "Did it bring you pleasure too? Hearing my cries? Seeing my discomfort? Pumped your fist while I bled?"

Aemond didn't respond but his grip tightened on your wrist and for a moment his face hardened.

"Am I expected to believe that?" he asked softly. "You expect me to believe that it wasn't consensual? That you weren't enjoying yourself? You looked so serene. Like the statue of the maiden in the sept…"

His words were like a knife in your heart and you jerked away from him only to be pulled back into place by a strong hand on your shoulder.

"Look at me, woman," he commanded, forcing your head up so your eyes met his. There was a strange look in his eyes now – not quite apologetic but no longer filled with rage either. “Tell me that you’ll look at me the same way and that you will not be complaining, chattering or crying. I want you to be as serene as you were back then.”

Bile rose in the back of your throat but you nodded slowly, getting up, but yelped as Aemond ripped your shift off your body, leaving you there in your bejewelled veil and your stockings. Not for long though - he pushed you down onto his bed with a force that knocked the wind out of your lungs.

“Tell me you want me too. Tell me that you’ll be as wanton for me as you were for him,” he whispered into your ear, his long silver hair brushing over your shivering, naked form. “Don’t deny it, I know you liked it, just as you’ll like this… But I’ll be gentle, I’ll treat you like a Lady…”, he mumbled on as he fumbled with his doublet.

Was he… was your sick, twisted husband truly trying to get himself to forget that you were here against your will? That you would never truly give yourself to him or his brother?

You did not immediately reply and received another slap, this time against your mound, making you yelp. “I… uh… yes?”

"Good. That's a good girl," Aemond purred, his eye flashing dangerously in the candlelight as he worked the buttons of his doublet. "Remember, you're here to please me. You're here to make me feel like the king my brother is."

His words stung, but you chose not to respond. Instead, you lay stiffly on the bed, your eyes fixed on an intricate pattern on the ceiling, trying desperately not to think about what was about to happen.

"What happened with my brother... It doesn't matter now," Aemond said softly, interrupting your thoughts. He dropped his doublet onto the floor and moved to unbuckle his pantaloons. His eyes ran down your exposed form greedily. "I will make sure that it is different. I will make sure you enjoy this."

His hands roamed over your body — fingertips barely skimming your skin, followed by gentle caresses and soft strokes that made you shiver despite yourself. He was true to his word: he was gentle — at least so far.

"Stop it," you whispered, your voice breaking as you pulled away from him and covered yourself with your arms. "Please."

Aemond's brows furrowed in confusion — or perhaps frustration — as he looked at you questioningly.

"I said I want... I want you too," you lied through gritted teeth, forcing a smile onto your face. You had to keep him appeased — keep him from hurting you any further. "But I want you... naked too. Show me how I should touch you."

Your plea seemed to surprise him as he quickly rid himself of the last articled of clothing. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, such a wanton little wife I have. Laying there with Jewels and a modest veil covering her hair… wanting to touch me. Alright then, Lady Wife, touch me,” he tutted and pushed you back up onto your knees, his finger pressing against your chin. “And do keep your wonderful smile while you try and take me with your mouth.”

You looked down at Aemond, the glow of the draping curtains casting shadows along his chiseled body. Forcing a shaky breath through your lips, you nodded and gently wrapped your hand around his hard cock. The contact made him hiss and you glanced up through your lashes to see him watching you intently, a peculiar look in his eyes.

"Well? Don't just sit there," he growled, his fingers tangling in your hair, playing with your veil. You swallowed hard against the knot in your throat before you lowered your head down onto him, his swollen, leaking tip staring at you teasingly as you wrapped your lips around him, quickly bobbing up and down along.

But Aemond had different ideas. He guided you at a leisurely pace, drawing out the experience as he muttered deeply under his breath. His thumb brushed against your cheek, wiping away a tear that hadn't fallen yet.

"Slow down," he murmured. "I want to enjoy this." The way he spoke to you was as if he truly believed that this was what you wanted too. It was like he was coaxing you along, encouraging you like one might a timid horse.

You could feel the heat radiating off him as he pulsed subtly under your touch, his fingers relaxing their grip on your hair as if he was trying to fight against the pleasure coursing through him. His other hand fumbled for something on the side table - a small vial of sweet smelling oil - and tilted it into his palm.

"Open," he commanded softly. As much as you didn't want to obey him, fear of punishment had you complying immediately. He slowly poured the warm liquid into your mouth before pulling back slightly to watch it run down your chin and onto your heaving tits. It tasted nice, at least, you thought. At least he hadn’t hurt you too much. At least, you thought with an embarrassed blush creeping up your cheeks, it felt… okay. Not good, not great, but there had been a certain head between your thighs. Maybe it had just been the lewdness of the situation.

"That's a good girl," Aemond purred in your ear, his voice thick with lust as his cock twitched against your cheek. "Now, back to it."

You swallowed him deeper this time, taking him all the way down, your nose brushing against his pubes. He moaned approvingly, his grip on your hair tightening again as he started bucking his hips into your eager mouth in short, shallow thrusts. Your mind drifted away as you thought of anything but what was happening: the feel of sea breeze on your face, the smell of wildflowers blooming on the hills of your home, and the sound of your mother singing one of her lullabies.

Aemond's breathing became ragged and uneven above you. "I'm close," he panted, warning you just before hot, sticky seed shot into your mouth. You didn't stop until he told you to pull away, gasping for air as you wiped your face and chest with the edge of the bedspread. There was a tense silence between you both before he finally spoke up again.

"Get on all fours and spread yourself for me," he said simply. “I wish to taste you.”

As you were unpinning your veil, you felt Aemond’s big, sleek hands on your shoulders as he shook his head. “No, keep that on. I want to fuck my little doll - the doll Mother has dressed, the doll my brother has played with. But now you are mine. My pretty doll. Taking me so innocently…”, he rambled once more as he lowered himself between your trembling thighs.

Were men not supposed to be spent after their release? What was he doing to you?

You braced yourself as best as you could against the intrusion, trying not to whimper as he spread your lips apart. His tongue lapped at your clit, teasingly at first, then firmly, compelling you to arch your back and cry out in both pleasure and pain. His fingers plunged inside of you simultaneously, stretching you impossibly wide while his tongue continued its ministrations on your overly sensitive button.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked smugly, his voice full of satisfaction. "Tell me you like it."

"I... I-I," you couldn't help but moan as he pressed his face against your core harder, his tongue leaving a trail of fire along your sensitive folds.

"Say it," he growled against your thighs, his cock hardening once more against your thigh.

"I... I like it," you panted. "Oh.. oh Gods Aemond - I like it. Just like - mmph!”

His finger pushed into you to the hilt, curling and stroking inside until you were trembling on the edge of climax. "Say my name again, whore," he demanded low.

"Aemond," you gasped out, panting for breath. "I - I like it Aemond!"

He chuckled darkly against your core, his tongue flicking over your clit furiously as his fingers moved in and out of your wet channel. The waves of pleasure crashed over you like a tsunami, rendering you helpless underneath him until your back arched from the mattress and you cried out his name once more, clenching around his invading digits.

He pulled back just as quickly as he'd started, leaving you panting and drenched with sweat. "Good girl," he praised, wiping his mouth with the back of his forearm before capturing your lips in a searing kiss, forcing his tongue roughly into your mouth. As much as you hated to admit it, your body responded to him regardless of what your mind thought of him; juices slicked between your thighs as he ground against your core, hardeness poking your soft flesh.

You hated it. You loved it. You hated him. You loved him. You -

"Now let's see how tight that cunt really is," he growled against your ear before roughly rolling you onto your stomach, spreading your legs apart and plunging his length inside with one smooth motion, placing your veil over your hair in a way his mother used to do in the sept.

You could do naught but squeal and moan, trying your hardest to push him out with your cunny while tears formed in your eyes. Did he not promise to be gentle? But if you were to complain, what would he do then? What was he doing now? Your mind raced incessantly.

Would he also want to call you Mother? Suckle on your teats after he was spent? Or was he different to Aegon? Aegon would’ve finished minutes ago, you thought nervously. Why was Aemond toying with you like that?

He pulled back, almost fully before slamming in again, mercilessly repeating the motion until you were begging for mercy. "Aegon was right," he grunted as he pounded into you, grunting with each thrust. "You are tighter than a maiden!"

The mention of his brother's name sent daggers through your heart and spurred you onwards. Your walls clenched and unclenched around him, desperately trying to force him out.

"Yes," he moaned, interpreting your actions as pleasure instead of pain. “That's it my pretty doll, squeeze me tighter... tighter! Show your husband how good you can treat him!”

With a final grunt, he released his seed inside you, collapsing on top of your trembling frame. "You're mine now, doll," he panted, spent but still hard inside of you. "Mine and only mine. Put on a cloak and go show yourself to Aegon in his sickbed. Show him my dripping seed. Tell him that you’re mine." A few seconds passed before he pulled himself out of you and turned away. “I’ll see you in a month, if your blood has come again. If not, well… Fare well, until you can hand me my heir. Good night.”

[moonlightsolo]

yawnyewla | broken-hearted

summary: the tipani clan, located deeply hidden in the jungle, the people are perhaps the fiercest warriors amongst the extrasolar moon— and you are one of them. you’re an indigenous na’vi, who has recently wedded her best friend, eyturi— but all in one day, everything you’ve ever loved is snatched right out of your hands. on a leisurely flight with your mate, you’re ambushed by the rda, and separated from your ikran and eyturi, causing you to free fall into the jungle below you, right into omatikaya territory; the one place you do not want to be.

pairing: neteyam sully x fem!na’vi reader

warnings: mention of character death, blood, violence, injury, arguing, overall sadness :’( #sorry

note: i’m starting anotha series for y’all <3 u better read it and leave feedback my ego is starving

the bond between a na’vi and their ikran is unlike any other. never to bond with another na’vi, they are like a swapxì- a family member.

to fly is to be free; to be free is to be connected to the all mothers spirit. 

the wind flows through your hair, and the beads that adorn your braids rustle from the gust. you let out an ecstatic laugh, leaning back with your arms extended away from you; mimicking the wings of the bird beneath you. 

your gaze drifts over to your companion soaring beside you, the wide smile on your face mirrors the expression of your mate— eyturi, that is. 

the tipani warrior has been your best friend since the beginning of time. once you both became of age, the na’vi man swooped in to court you before any other man could. resulting in him bonding with you alongside eywa—making him your lifelong mate. 

you have never been happier in your life.

eyturi points at the floating mountain you’re growing closer to. he sends a wink your way as his ikran gains speed to cut in front of you, soaring directly under a waterfall cascading off the island. 

his ikran flaps it’s large striped wings, sending a mist of water directly over your head. the coolness of the liquid chills your heated skin, but you gasp from the shock of it nonetheless. 

your mate peers down at you from above, cackling as he holds his stomach from his laughter. your eyebrows knit in the middle with a determined smirk, “you will pay for that!” your grip tightens on the reins as you fly upwards to him. 

his eyes gawk at your beauty as you ascend in the air, a proud grin on his chiseled face. even knowing you his entire life, your beauty is still extraordinary to him. 

you admire his armor, made from the shell of the mighty txursum, “are you just going to sit there and stare, ma tìyawn?” he questions sassily with the nickname that makes your knees go weak. 

just as you’re about to respond with a witty comeback, something dark emerges from behind one of the islands in the sky. your bloodstream runs cold— the sky demons, they’re here. 

eyturi notices the change in your demeanor, following your gaze to the target that has taken your attention away from him. the sound of the powerful engines of the aircraft grows louder as it barrels toward the both of you. 

“we must fight!” he shouts, “eyturi! it is too dangerous!” you cry out in distress, “we must for our people! for pandora!” he hollers and yips, as he pumps his weapon into the air and takes off toward the gunship. 

you let out a vicious hiss directed at him, “aaah!” frustrated with him from not listening to you. you reach behind your back to slide your bow in front of you before taking off to follow him. 

“yi-yi-yi-yiaah!” you cry out piercingly, eyes squinted menancingly. 

eyturi swoops in upside down over the top of the gunship, taking out the passenger pilot with an arrow. 

his ikran glides down the side of the ship, and disappears behind the side of the mountain to dodge the bullets flying at him. he appears over top of the rocky side, sending another arrow at the sky demon. it hits the one wielding the side gun and pierces the demon right in the chest. 

you soar right on his tail, eyes peering into the inside of the ship as another sky demon replaces the dead one. the gun cocks as it reloads, his finger freely presses against the trigger to send multiple rounds at the two of you.

eyturi circles the plane, dodging one of the engines as the pilots attempts to squash him into the rocky side of a mountain. he’s thrown off guard by the sudden movement, twirling around the ship to the other side. 

you dodge the fire coming from the other side of the ship, twirling and darting through the air frantically.

the ship takes its attention off of you as eyturì bolts beside it with his bow loaded with an arrow. you spin your ikran around to head back and help him, but it’s too late. 

a dreamwalker reloads another round into the gun, the loud click rings in your ears. a devilish smirk is plastered on their face as he the bullets fly right into the chest of eyturì. 

“no! no, no, no!” you cry out in pain as your eyes witness each bullet tear through his torso. his cold eyes trail over to you as he slips off the side of his ikran, breaking the bond with his animal. you let out another heart wrenching shriek as his body tumbles into the jungle below. 

the banshee beneath you whines from your shared pain, screeching and chittering. hot angry tears stream down your cheeks, the droplets smear the red and black war paint drawn onto your skin. 

before you’re able to properly mourn, the ship turns to beeline straight towards you, “come on, keyè! we have to go!” you sob at your banshee. she squaks and darts the opposite way. 

the whirring engines grow closer, and you can hear the shouting of a foreign language coming from demon bird. you drop down under the floating mountains, skimming the tops of the clouds. you swivel your waist to turn around while keeping your knees forward. 

plucking your last arrow from the sack hanging on your shoulder, you notch it into place against the string. sucking in a sharp fearful breath when the gun points downward at you from above. 

it’s now or never— you let out a guttural, bloodcurdling scream as the gun unloads rapid fire shots at you, and the arrow is released from your grip. 

keyè barrel rolls in the sky in order to take the full damage of the bullets to protect you, using her own body as a shield. your throat releases another pained howl as your sister is shot, feeling the burning pain inside of your own chest. 

the banshee releases the bond with you as she plunges toward the ground, “no! keyè!” you cry out after her, scrambling in the air as you free fall 

an explosion lights up the sky above you, sending a wave of heat over your descending body. your eyes stare in shock as the fireball engulfs the side of the mountain, sending shrapnel and debris down to chase you. 

you did it— you hit the engine…

the air whips beside your ears powerfully as your body is helplessly pulled to the ground. you must try your hardest to focus on grabbing the branches, it’s your only hope, but it’s harder than it seems. 

once you pass the treeline, your body is repeatedly striked by splintering wood as you tumble through the branches. your hands scramble to grip onto something to soften your blow, but you’re falling too fast. 

panic ensues when your brain quickly realizes you failed to break the fall. the ground is suddenly closer than it seemed, and your body slams into the ground with a loud crack, landing on your side atop of a log. 

your lungs punch out a pained wheeze, and a raspy sob. your sight fades in and out, but you can see the firey debris barreling towards you. 

with a loud shout, you slide your weak body off the side of the log, landing in a bed of plush grass with another painful thud. it’s a pain you’ve never felt before; it’s blinding, and inconsolable. 

you’re gasping for air as the pain sizzles at your nerve-endings, obliterating your muscles and bones. the debris from the ship lands beside you, barely missing your body— but somehow, you don’t seem to care if you were to be impaled. 

you can feel your consciousness slipping away from you, “eywa… please let me die a warriors death. let me join eyturi…” you manage to shakily murmur before you succumb to the darkness. the grip on the grass loosens as your hands fall limp 

—

“come on! we shouldn’t be out this far! dad is going to have us by our necks!” kiri whines in protest, but still continues to follow her brother and her human friend through the foliage.

“bro, we have to…” lo’ak’s voice fades as he steps a foot over a log. his eyes spot the familiar blue skin of a na’vi laying asleep in the small clearing of grass. you’re surrounded by shards of metal from the gunship that exploded, the one their dad specifically told them to stear clear of.

“dude… is that a na’vi?” spider mumbles from behind him, almost in shock as he looks over his two friends anxiously. 

lo’ak creeps forward slowly until he is fully over the log. the boy approaches your body apprehensively, his head twisting as he examines you, “no lo’ak!” kiri hisses at him, “you have to call it in to dad!” 

the sully boy squats down to your level, leaning forward to get a closer look. he admires the spiked hard-shelled armor that is formed to your shoulder, and travels across your chestpiece. he takes note of the striped paint that is now slightly smeared over your body. 

“i’ve never seen her before. she is definitely not one of us…” one of his hands reach out to press on a point under your jaw to seek out your pulse. 

“wait- she’s alive!” he calls out, his round eyes dart over the two standing off to the side. his other hand rises to his throat, pressing on his comm device to activate it. “dad, we found a girl… not one of us, but she’s hurt.” 

“is she alive?” his father answers, jake sully, the olo’eyktan of the omatikaya clan. 

“barely.” lo’ak huffs as he monitors your breathing. 

“where are you?” jake sully questions with a harsh tone. 

lo’ak shakes his head and takes a deep breath before replying, “just outside of camp… in the forest.. under hallelujah mountains.” lo’ak murmurs, his ears droop when his dad sighs in his ear. from obvious disappointment of lo’ak not listening to his previous orders to stay out of the area.

“wait, father! i’m close to his location, i’ll go.” lo’ak’s older brother, neteyam, joins in on the conversation. 

“alright, boy. go, and bring them all back to camp.” jake mumbles, and the conversation is cut. 

lo’ak’s shoulders slouch in annoyance as he stands up, “neteyam is coming.” he grumbles as he keeps his eyes trained on you.

kiri and spider decide since you’re unconscious, it should be safe enough to join lo’ak in the clearing with your body, “the paint… i’ve never seen anything like it. what clan is she from?”

“i don’t know, but i know she doesn’t look like you guys.” spider laughs almost nervously, and scratches the back of his head. 

kiri is squatted down beside you, one hand perched in the grass between her legs to steady herself. she leans forward, almost nose to nose with you as she admires the art on your skin. 

“and the armor. we don’t have anything like this.” her fingertips gently pokes at one of the spikes protruding from the shoulder plate. 

the loud flaps of a creatures wings stir up the brush of the forest, indicating neteyam has arrived. lo’ak is leaning against the trunk of a tree, crossing his arms over his chest as he waits for his brother to come to the rescue. 

neteyam sully, the eldest of the sully siblings. (otherwise known as the golden boy and the mighty warrior) he swiftly lands the ikran in the vegetation beside the clearing, leaping off of his animal to jaunt over to the others. 

he stops in his tracks as he absorbs the scene in front of him, “for some reason, i didn’t actually think you were being serious.” he stifles a chuckle in his throat as he takes a few steps toward you. 

he leans over, placing his hands on his knees as he analyzes your face, “she’s pretty beaten up. are you sure she is alive?” he asks as he slides himself between you and kiri. 

“yeah, bro. she’s alive. i checked.” lo’ak rolls his eyes, and unsheathes his knife to play with the tip of the blade in his fingers. 

neteyam continues to reach down to seek out your pulse to double-check his brothers work. the faint beating of your heart pumps against his index finger, “alright… okay.” he huffs out as he nervously talks to himself. he bends down fully, experimentally shaking at your shoulder to see if you were somehow just asleep. 

he admires your face for a moment, glancing over your skin and a cut that cuts into your cheekbone and through your eyebrow. you seem as if you’re around his age, so you must have made iknimaya… so where is your ikran?

when he tries for the third time, your eyes continue to stay shut. he decides to pick you up, and he slides an arm under your knees. his other arm supports the back of your neck and shoulders as he hoists you into up with a grunt, “i’m heading back to camp. you guys need to get out of here, we don’t know if there’s any thing else out here.” 

“fine.” lo’ak bites back, and storms away in the direction where he left his ikran. kiri gives neteyam a sympathetic look as she passes him, and spider nervously eyes you in his arms as he follows close to kiri. 

neteyam sighs into the warm air before making his way back to his ikran. the animal chitters softly, which causes your muscles to flinch in his hold. he stops in his tracks to look over your body, making sure you’re really unconscious before climbing onto the saddle. 

once you’re laid in his lap, one of his hands wrap around the leather string of the reins, “come on, let’s go home.” he mumbles to the animal, making its wings expand to take off. the banshee flaps his wings to gain momentum as it ascends into the sky, breaching the tree-line as it travels farther into the blue sky. 

the ikran coasts through the air, drifting around other floating islands as she makes her way back home. 

the feeling of cool air whipping past your face makes you smile, but it’s soon turned into a grimace from the pain that awakens inside of your body. you let out a soft groan as you wiggle against something sturdy, yet still soft underneath you. 

your eyes flutter open, instantaneously blinded by the brightness of the sky. maybe, you’re still falling to your demise, or maybe you’re still riding on keyè… through your blurry vision, a pair of round amber-colored eyes meets yours; a male na’vi, but you can’t make out their identity. is it eyturi?

“it’s okay. i’m going to help you.. stay with me!” his deep voice is soothing to you, but it rings deafeningly in your ears.

with the last bit of your strength, you raise your hand to cup his cheek, “ma muntxatan…” your voice croaks out. 

neteyam freezes from the nickname, shocked to his core. something flutters in his abdomen as he takes in what just happened— you called him your husband, your mate.. he almost catches a smile on your paled lips before the darkness clouds your vision, and your body goes limp in his arms once again. 

“ah shit- come on, tawmi. let’s go! yah!” he shakes the reins, urging the ikran to go faster. 

the high camp is located in a cave system that is only accessible to ikran’s through a crevasse in the rocky floor. the animal lands inside with a loud screech, alarming the people that neteyam has arrived with you. 

his father, the olo’eyktan, is standing off to the side speaking to a group of na’vi before turning his attention to the arrival of his son. 

“neteyam!” he shouts out as he strides over to the boy who is already walking up to him. his eyes look over the badly bruised and cut up body in his arms, “woah… okay. gimme her. we gotta get her to norm.” he opens his arms for neteyam to transfer you over to him. 

you whine in your sleep from the pain of being moved, which makes jake rush off even quicker towards the med bay. 

neteyam strides just as quick on his fathers heels, taking a step back when you’re laid down in an empty cot. “norm! over here!” he calls his friend over who rushes to your side with his modern equipment. 

the sully boy stands off to the side, his worried eyes taking in every little thing. he grimaces at the needle being stuck in the crook of your arm, and watches when medicine is pushed through the tube connected to you. 

jake works on unlatching your constricting armor pieces, which reveals even more deep bruising and cuts. norm is handed a retractable tablet from another na’vi, that opens up into a handheld x-ray machine. he scans over your body once you’re rid of your armor, examining your bones that show up on the screen. 

“her top left ribs are definitely broken, and i don’t see any internal bleeding. she just took a nasty fall. most likely has a concussion…” he puts down the x-ray to open your eyelids and shine a light into them, “but no obvious signs of brain injury.” 

“what can you do for her?” neteyam steps forward, his eyes flitting between his father and norm. 

“wrap it and ice it. give her some pain meds and hope for the best.” norm replies as he glances at jake. 

neteyam sighs in disappointment, wishing there was something else he could do for you; for some reason, there’s a little voice inside of his head urging him to protect you. 

“neteyam, go find your brother and sister. make sure they get home safe, ‘kay? your grandmother is coming, so we got this handled here.” jake shoos his son outside of the medical tent. 

the boys tail flicks out of his frustration and his ears flatten on the side of his head. he doesn’t understand why he is forced to go seek out lo’ak, kiri, and spider. they were the ones stupid enough to not listen, and he knows they’ll make it back on their own. 

the boy huffs and turns on his heel to walk out of the medical area. on the way back to his ikran, neteyam runs into his mother and grandmother walking together towards the tent, “mother!” he calls out and jogs to meet her halfway. 

“oh, neteyam.” she looks over her son for any injury before telling the tsahìk to continue on, “what is this girl that i am hearing about?” 

“lo’ak found her in the forest with kiri and spider,” his mother hisses at that sentence, obviously angry from her youngest son disobeying orders, “i was already scouting nearby, so i went to help him. she’s alive, but barely.” he shakes his head stressfully, running a hand over his face. 

“maitan…” she hushes her son, and places her hands on his shoulders, “who is she?”

“i don’t know. she is from a different clan, but she’s wounded, mother.” neteyam gulps anxiously. 

“your grandmother is a skilled tsahìk, she will heal her in no time-.” neytiri is cut off by a loud guttural scream coming from the med bay. 

neteyam and his mother rush back toward the tent, the sound of crashing metal and screaming worsens as they get closer. 

“hey, hey! calm down! we’re not going to hurt you!” jake sully has his hands up in the air as surrender, his eyes widening as he dodges another flying object aimed at his head. 

“you must calm down! be quiet!” mo’at yells at you from the side of your bed, but her voice falls upon deaf ears. 

“no! you are dreamwalker! a sky demon! get away from me! leave!” your voice screeches loudly as you chuck another item at norm’s avatar, “go! get outta here!” jake screams at his friend, who practically shits his pants and sprints out of the tent past neteyam. 

neteyam and his mother watch from the archway in shock from your feral demeanor. 

you leap up from your spot on the cot, squatting like a rabid animal as your wild eyes search for your weapons, “where am i? where are my things?!” you shriek. 

“bring me back to my people!” you grasp a fallen bowl from the tsahìks healing ritual to use as a weapon. you eyes dart over the people around you, chest heaving with exertion with your arm raised; ready to bash anyone in the head with the stone bowl who dares to come near you. 

then you see him. the bright-eyed boy from your dream, the one who saved you. 

the memories from before whirl back into your brain, sending a wave of nausea over your body, and the adrenaline is sucked from your body. your mate, your ikran… 

your balance falters slightly from your legs trembling under your weight. you topple back onto the bed with a sob, rolling onto your side as you painfully weep, “no, no… eyturi…. keyè…”

everything you have ever known has been torn apart in the span of a few hours— now to you your life is meaningless. why must eywa bring you back to pandora? why couldn’t she grant you a warriors death like you prayed for? 

neteyam watches as his grandmother pricks a sharp object at your skin, which somehow sedates you for the time being. your cries slowly fade away as you’re overtaken by sleep; he will never question the tsahìks ways, but it always confuses him. 

neytiri rushes to her husbands side to make sure jake is okay, checking him over as she angrily scolds him. 

neteyam takes a step inside the chaotically strewn room, minding his step as he weaves through the various pieces of equipment that litter the floor. 

“she is hurting very deeply. she has suffered a great loss, neteyam.” his grandmother softly breathes out as her watchful eyes gaze over your sleeping body. 

“what happened?” he pries slightly, eyeing his grandmother through his peripherals. 

“i do not know, but she is mournful. she needs guidance to seek her lost spirit.” she murmurs. 

neteyam watches how your muscles twitch as you come back to reality. how your nose scrunches up when you softly sniffle, and your body that begins to writhe on the rough fabric of the cot. 

you hiss, weakly baring your sharp fangs at the intimidating na’vi that surround you. then your eyes are back on his. 

the hardened expression on your face softens when you see him, turning glossy as more tears fall from your eyes. 

“i’m the olo’eyktan of omatikaya. i swear to you, that we are only trying to help.” he steps forward with his palms facing you, a sign of peace. 

“om-omatikaya..?” you answer as if you’re confused, “you are toruk makto?” you question with a wince. 

“yes, toruk makto!” jake exclaims with a grin, “that’s me.”

“i must to go back to my people.” you wheeze out as you grasp at your side, pawing at the darkened spot on your ribs. 

“you have to heal yourself first. we can do that here, but we need you to cooperate- to trust us.” jake steps toward you hesitantly. the memory of  how you were throwing things at his head still replays in his mind. 

“how will i trust you if i’m surrounded by dreamwalkers and demons?!” you hiss, which makes you grimace and your breath hitch from the pain. 

“they’re our friends. they’re not bad people.” jake tries to reason with you, but he’s met with an angry growl. 

“the tipani do not trust them. we do not engage in any sort of relationship with them.” your voice grows softer before you let out a hoarse cough. 

“the tipani..” neytiri speaks up as she steps forward, sliding around her husbands back to stand in front of him. 

“your people are great warriors…” her strong voice fades out as her mind works to put everything together— the armor, the paint, and the healed scars that litter your blue skin, “known to be the fiercest hunters.” 

you smile from her words, a genuine grin as your eyes flutter back over to the sully boy in the doorway. neteyam feels his chest heat up from your eyes on his, but he pushes the feelings down just as quick.

your body goes lax as you’re suddenly consumed by sleep, eyes fluttering shut. another symptom of whatever his grandmother pricked at your skin. 

“we must let her rest. everybody leave her here with me, i will take care of her.” mo’at looks over your resting body from beside your bed, but nobody makes any movement to leave.

“now! leave!” her voice demands, making everyone scatter out of the room like mice. 

“neteyam, one moment.” she calls to her grandson, making him stop in his tracks to turn her way.

“i see that she trusts you, more than any of us. once she awakens, you must look after her. to make sure she doesn’t…” her hands motion to the mess in the room, “…do this again.” 

neteyam sharply inhales through his nose and curtly nods at the tsahìk, “of course, grandmother.” 

“good. now go to your parents, i need to finish here.” she pats his upper arm as he passes her. 

neteyam walks out of the hut, glancing back one last time to peer at your sleeping form. the boy sucks in a worried breath before disappearing around the corner. 

his legs take him towards home, to his family’s hut in the middle of the camp. when he nears the entrance, he can hear his parents arguing, but it’s more like a disagreement than anything.

movement over to the side startles him, making him squint at the darkness beside the hut. he spots his siblings off to side eavesdropping, “neteyam!” his little sister tuk whispers harshly and motions with her hand for him to come. 

neteyam’s forehead crinkles in confusion as his eyes dart from his siblings and then to his parents inside. neteyam almost falls to the ground when his father abruptly looks his way, but he rolls to the side out of sight. 

small hands belonging to tuk attempt to help him up as he stands to his feet, “you okay?” kiri whispers from behind the little girl.

“yeah, yeah. i just hope he didn’t see me.” his voice is quiet as he breathes heavily. he boldly peeks around the side of the hut to look inside, only to see his parents are still busy talking to each other. 

“jake! my mother, the tsahìk, knows what she is doing! you should trust her!” neytiri hisses at her husband. 

“honey, i do trust her! it’s just that i don’t think we should be harboring this.. this girl. we should give her back to her people, to her clan! they’re going to come looking for her!” jakes voice raises, making his wife snarl in annoyance. 

“you do not listen!” her strong voice rumbles as she paces, “she is hurt, ma jake! she needs us—the omatikaya…” she speaks more softly to him, “we don’t even know where her clan is. they disappeared when those demons returned.” 

neteyam listens closely to his parents conversation with his eyebrows knitted together. 

he wonders why his father wishes for you to leave; maybe it’s because of your behavior, and how you threw multiple objects at his head. he knows his dad is protective, especially when it comes to his family. 

“let’s find neteyam. see how he feels about it.” he hears his dad speak out his name. his ears flatten and his eyes dart frantically over his siblings, “go, bro! or they’ll find us too!” lo’ak ushers him quietly from behind kiri, before stepping up and pushing him forward into the opening. 

just before jake starts to walk out of the hut, neteyam strides inside like he wasn’t just listening to their conversation. 

“um- everything okay? do i need to leave?” he questions stupidly as he busies himself to rummage for fruit in a basket. 

“yes, maite.. everything is okay. your father just wants to ask you something.” his mother speaks with her arms crossed over her chest, obvious frustration on her features. 

the woman motions with her head for jake to continue.

“your mother and i were talking about the girl your brother found, and i’m not entirely sure if it’s safe to keep her here.” jake stands tall with his hands on his hips, his eyes nervously dart between his wife and son. 

“well, grandmother seems to trust her.” neteyam points out, which makes his mother puff of a small bit of air through her nostrils— almost as if she is amused with his answer. 

her eyes stare daggers into the side of his fathers face, which just makes neteyam mentally laugh, “and she put me in charge of her once she is awake.” he takes a bite of the fruit in his hand.

both of his parents swiftly turn their heads to look at him with wide eyes, “she, what?” his mother is the first to speak. 

“she told me that the girl trusts me or something… i’m not sure.” he trails off as he chews, and crosses his arms over his chest as he looks over his parents. 

“well, if the tsahìk says so…” neytiri sharply eyes jake from her peripherals, “then your duty is to look after her.” neytiri curtly nods at her son, but jake let’s out an exhale. 

“do you think her people will come looking after her? will she put us in danger?” his father continues. 

“it may be a possibility, but she’s hurt, sir. you even saw that. she’s badly injured, and we can’t let one of our own out there by herself in that condition.” neteyam tries to calm his dad’s worries, but it seems to send him into a spiral. 

“do you think she had anything to do with that explosion earlier?” jake continues to ask questions, and neytiri scowls and slaps her hands down on her thighs out of annoyance. 

something clicks in his brain, as if a lightbulb turned on and shined a light over the subject, “yes, possibly… when i was bringing her back here, she said something to me about a mate, and then she passed out… again…” neteyam’s eyes look off to the side as his mind works through every scenario.

“because if she had something to do with it, that means the rda are getting closer to us and-.” jakes rambling is cut off by neteyam’s voice. 

“look… father, i’ll speak to her and see what i can get without upsetting her too much, and whatever i hear i’ll bring directly back to you.” neteyam nods softly, and stands up straighter with his shoulders pushed back. 

“okay, boy. yeah, that’s a good idea.” jake rubs his temples with one of his hands over his forehead, “go get some rest, i’ll go find your siblings. it’s gettin’ late and we all need some sleep…” 

jake takes a step towards the exit, and suddenly the group appears around the corner. all three of them yawn in sync as they shuffle inside as if they weren’t just eavesdropping. neteyam sees right through their facade, trying his hardest not to laugh at them.

tuk walks up to neytiri, while the other two tiredly wave and scurry into the pods that branch off from the main living area. 

neteyam takes that as a cue to head to bed to avoid any more questions from his parents. 

all he can think about is you— how badly wounded you are, and the cuts and bruises that litter your skin. he prays to eywa that his grandmother works her magic to heal you. he feels torn between whether to help heal his father’s mind, or to help you… 

the boy tosses and turns throughout his sleep, unable to find a comfortable position— or maybe it’s just his restless mind. he can’t stop thinking about how the previous events of the day played out, and he can’t stop picturing you in his head. 

he swiftly sits up out of his hammock and presses his feet to the floor; he must go see you. the sully boy silently sneaks out of his pod, and creeps toward the exit. he pushes back the drapes of fabric to duck beneath them, stepping outside. 

he takes a sharp breath of fresh air as he slithers throughout the silent village, but when he grows closer to the med bay he hears muffled sobs. 

neteyam peeks past the entrance, only his eyes visible if you would look his way. the first thing he spots is your back faced towards him, and notices that your entire torso is wrapped in a white bandage. you’ve been stripped of your jewelry and armor; the gauze covers your entire chest, even your breasts. 

his grandmother must’ve sedated you enough to allow norm to wrap you up— he wishes he could have seen your reaction when norm came back, oh to be a fly on the wall. he makes a mental note to ask him about it later. 

the light in the tent is dim, casting a golden hue over your trembling body. his own heart tugs at the sight before him, wishing he could go up and comfort you— but he doesn’t want to scare you. you have obviously been through a lot. 

neteyam takes a step back from the entrance, but runs right into a pile of crates stacked behind him. he attempts to rebalance himself, but his legs trip up and sends him hurtling towards the ground. 

your soft sniffles halt, the sound of the cot squeaks under your weight as you move, “who is there?” your shaky voice calls out. 

the boy sighs loudly, mentally cursing himself for being so clumsy. he pushes himself up from the ground to stand to his feet, his ears droop in embarrassment as he rounds the corner. 

you’re now sat up in the bed, with one arm wrapped around your side, gripping the spot where the pain thumps at your ribs. 

your fierce gaze softens when you see the omatikaya boy, “oh… it’s you.” you breathe out as your eyes examine his stature in front of you, “what are you doing here?” 

neteyam clears his throat and stands awkwardly in the doorway, “i’m just making sure you’re okay, but i seemed to have- uh.. gotten lost back there and tripped.” he admits with a chuckle, and scratches the back of his head as he glances to the side. 

your eyes can’t help but run up the expanse of his lean body when his arm raises, admiring how the skin stretches taught over his chiseled muscles. your eyes are quick to dart away from him when his eyes turn to you. quickly, you lay back down in the bed from your sat up position, letting out a pained breath as you lower your back to the cot.

your eyes stare up at the weaved ceiling, tracing each fiber that interlopes with each other, “i’m fine, but i appreciate you for coming to check on me.” your voice bites back in response. 

he takes a few more hesitant steps toward you until he is an arm length away from the bed. his eyes look over the smeared paint on your skin, and the multiple cuts that seemed to have been stitched intricately.

“do you need anything?” he asks softly, his eyes run down your torso before worriedly settling on your face. 

your eyes shift to stare at him, an unreadable expression on your features. you’re unsure why this boy cares for you so much— you are a stranger, an intruder to the omatikayan people. 

“i wouldn’t mind a blanket…” your soft voice breaks the silence as your eyes refuse to acknowledge your request. 

a grin breaks out on neteyam’s face and he curtly nods.

his round eyes search over the room, before spotting the corner of a brightly colored knit fabric. he scurried over to the other side of the room to pull the blanket out of a container, not caring as the lid tumbles to the floor. 

neteyam hurries back over to you, and your hands outstretch to recieve it. he tsks, and shakes his head, “no, no. you need to rest. let me.” he hushes as he carefully drapes the fabric over your lower half and torso, and tucks it underneath your arms. 

he can see the tip of your tail wiggling underneath, which almost makes him chuckle. “there ya go.” he grin proudly for himself as he looks up at you. 

a soft flit of light flickers over your expression, which fills his chest with hope that you’re warming up to him— but it disappears just as fast, and your eyes return to the ceiling. 

“thanks.” your voice exhales out. 

“of course,” he clears his throat before continuing, “if you need anything else, i’ll be back in the morning.” 

you almost let out a laugh at his words, but you stop yourself. you wonder why is this boy so kind to you; you’ve done nothing, but try to attack his people, and insult everyone in the room. you decide to hum and nod in response, instead of laughing. 

you have absolutely no energy to speak to him, mentally and physically. your thoughts are consumed by memories of eyutiri, keyè, and the events that led to your life falling apart before your eyes. 

neteyam takes your silence as a cue to leave, giving you a soft tight-lipped smile— which you, unfortunately, don’t pay any mind to. he turns on his heel, and ducks under the entrance.

it feels as if his mind is even more clouded than before he decided to check up on you. he assumed coming here would help, but it seemed to do the opposite. 

somehow, neteyam feels even more determined to break down your hard exterior; to make you feel at home, to help you along your healing journey, and to finally get to the roots of what happened to you.

he wants to know everything.

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First court marriage then there will be big luxurious wedding party . It's a royal wedding !!!! You'll look like a powerful person . That's your day and you're just not ready to share it with anyone . Your Future Spouse can be famous or has fame to their name . Many people will make posts of your wedding photo viral in social media .

Extra information :- owl , Tik tok , China , Sushi , Pens and highlighter , Baby cradle , Red hair , Green and black eyes , 5 ' 6 - 6 ' 0 in height , garters , stockings , statement jewelry , diamond bracelet / heirloom , summer and June .

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Big fantasy wedding ceremony . There will be a huge celebration in your wedding . You'll look so gorgeous and luxurious on that day . You're manifesting a successful huge ceremony . I'm seeing many expensive gifts being given to you . A presence of child / children will be there too. Maybe you'll own a pet by then whom you treat like your own child.

Extra information :- Swan , Sunflower , mesh net , Zari works , minimal jewelleries , boots , blonde highlights , peach and white colours , grandparents , 2211 , 1818 , Name starting with R , S , W , U , 2009 , 1998 , 25 .

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Cute destination wedding is going here. Small amount of people are going to join your wedding . It's like a magical sacred union of two matured person. This wedding is going to be so intimate and exquisite. I'm seeing nature is included in your theme . Like beach , waterfall or ocean is present by your side. You'll look like an angel straight out of a fairytale .

Extra information :- Candles , fairy lights , cars , potluck , hotpot , 444 , piano , fluffy dresses , braids , ace of spades , Middle of the night by Elley Duhé , tulips , Netherlands , old photos , X , D , G , H , Ticket .

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Okay this is giving me destination wedding vibe !! It maybe a small wedding but this is going to take place in different place than yours . I'm seeing a very vintage vibe from here . You'll be radiating so much that day. A sense of pride is in the air. People will be talking about this for a while . Many of your family members will be shocked to see that you're finally getting married .

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Pretty Lace

Kinkmas Day 03

Warnings: Lingerie, Thigh Fucking, Alien Genitalia, Breeding Kink, This is Mostly Fluff

A/N: I have never seen lingerie in person before, so I am hoping that I did decent on this one 😅

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Tsu’tey and I have been courting for over two years, a common occurrence for the long-lived Na’vi. Because of their longevity, the Na’vi do not mind long courtships because once they mate before Eywa, it is for life. Now, early mating is not rejected or rare either, as long as it is announced and the proper rites have passed. One of the main reasons Neytiri and Jake’s mateship was such a scandal is because they hadn’t announced their courtship or allowed her parents to prepare Neytiri for the before and after party. Similar to a human wedding, there is a great gathering of the clan, where the Olo’eyktan and Tasik give their blessings and prey to Eywa for blessings upon the union, with their parents by their side, the following day after the completion of their mateship, a party to celebrate their union, they are the largest parties for the Omatikaya. The day our courting was announced, the clan celebrated, glad that Tsu’tey was finally looking to mate. The party started before eclipse and didn’t end until after dawn. While my avatar form was stuffed with food and fermented drink, my human body was starved when I awoke from the linking pod. My avatar form was sleeping off the hangover whilst I cared for Tsu’tey, who swore off excessive drinking between heaves. 

“Now, what has you smiling, Yawntutsyìp?” Tsu’tey asks me from his spot on the floor, restringing his bow.

“Just remembering our courting party, mostly the morning after,” I tease at the end.

“Ba, that morning was awful. Why would you find amusement in that?” He asked, his nose scrunching in distaste. 

I laugh softly as I walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck as I kiss his cheek, “Because that was the first I got to take care of you. Before that, it was a challenge for me to care for you. You would doge any of my attempts while trying to care for me. It meant a lot for me to help you then, and it helped afterward, too. You would let me start doing things for you, bringing you foods, restringing this damn bow for the millionth time,” I trail off, as Tsu’tey placed his bow to the side and wrapped his large arm around me. 

“I guess something good did come of that morning then. However, I did not realize that I was that bad,” Tsu’tey admits, rubbing his chin on my head.

“You literally refused to use the spare cleaning cloth that I brought and instead chose to walk covered in ikran dung through the village to the waterfall to bathe,” I leaned back to look at him flabbergasted.

A beautiful purple blush speckled at his cheeks, “That was an exceptionally bad day. I hoped to impress you before giving you a gift to initiate courtship. Instead, I made a fool out of myself.”

I giggled at him, amused by the truth, “I only thought of you as being foolish when you walked through the village and even refused your own mother's help,” I shook my head at the memory; that was how his mother and I met, watching Tsu’tey refuse any aid and storm away to bathe. 

She had invited me to her kelku for tea, and she told me many stories about Tsu’tey and his stubbornness growing up.

“Well, I, um, I didn’t want to seem incapable to you,” He stuttered out as his face became a deep shade of purple.

“I love you darling, but you must admit, you were quite stupid then,” I laugh as I stroke a finger down his nose before cupping his face.

Tsu’tey’s laugh merges with mine, “You are right, Tìyawn, I really was an idiot,” his hands smooth over my body, and his finger dips under my dress.

“I’m glad to see we're on the same page,” I smile as I bring our lips together.

Tsy’tey pulled me closer, bringing us chest to chest, as my other hand tangled in his braids. Our lips moved in tandem as we reconnected, bringing ourselves closer after a long day apart. As Tsu’tey’s hand traveled up my shirt, I backed away from him, both of us panting from lack of breath. 

Tsu’tey looked at me confused, wondering why I backed away when things were just starting to heat up.

“I have a surprise for you,” I explained coyly. 

His expression is now one of eagerness as he leans forward, intrigued.

Slowly, I move my hands down over my chest and stomach, grabbing onto the hem of my dress and wiggling my hips as I pull it off, giving Tsu’tey a show. I hear a sharp intake of breath as Tsu’tey’s eyes dilate. Underneath my dress, I revealed a powder blue babydoll. It was all a beautiful floral lace with interactive patterns to match the stripes of my avatar. The top was slightly richer in tone with a plunging neckline that showed more than it covered. The sheerness of the garment revealed matching lace panties in a deep blue that matched the color of Tsu’tey’s stripes. This was finalized by a pair of white stockings that went right above my knee.

“What is this, Syulang? It is gorgeous,” Tsu’tey whispered reverently, licking his lips.

“Humans called it lingerie; it’s meant to be worn around your lover,” I explain bashfully.

Slowly, Tsu’tey reaches for me, gently running a finger over the lace of the babydoll, “I must say I think this is one of the only things Tawtute have gotten right,” he says distractedly, as his eye rake up and down my body.

“I’m glad you like it,” I stated gleefully, glad that my hundreds of hours from hand-crocheting lace didn’t go to waste, a huge relief for me.

“Yawntutsyìp, is this what you have been working on for the last year?” Tsu’tey asks me, bewildered.

I nod, glad he noticed my work, “Yes, I wanted something special just for us. "

“The material is so delicate. I will have to make sure it stays pristine,” Tsu’tey lays a kiss on my navel over the lace, “I cannot let something this important be damaged.

He moves his head, kissing lower, as I thread my fingers through his braids, tightening my grip as he reaches my core. Tsu’tey places a gentle kiss on my clothed clit, before the flat of his tongue licks from my hole to clit over the fabric. His tongue pushed the lace into my skin, creating a delicious friction. 

“Tsu’tey!” I gasp as electric pleasure flows through me. 

I feel his chuckle on my cunt, as he latches himself onto my pussy, sucking it into his mouth. The pleasure made my knees wobble, and Tsu’tey moved to hold me steady, letting go of my cunt, to rearrange me. He laid me on my back, lifting my legs, leaving my ass in the air. The babydoll fell, exposing my stomach, but miraculously still covering my tits as Tsu’tey stared at my clothed cunt. He then placed my feet on his chest as he fumbled with his central slit, easing out his cock into the open air. 

I moved to try and take off the babydoll, wanting to expose myself to him only to be cut off.

“No, Syulang, leave it on. I want to enjoy the gift even more,” Tsu’tey reached over me, grabbing the bottle of oil, “Do not worry about a thing. I will take care of everything. All you need to do is enjoy,” He purred. 

I lay myself flat on the ground, open to whatever Tsu’tey chooses to do. And I watch as he pours the oil into the palm of his hand before rubbing it onto his cock, making sure to cover each spine. He then moved to my open thighs, rubbing the oil all over them. I cocked my head to the side but did not mention my confusion, simply trusting him. Tsu’tey places his large dick between my thighs, squeezing my legs tight around him. Slowly he starts to thrust, and each spine on his cock rubs against my clit, making me soak my panties.

“You feel so good, Yawntutsyìp,” Tsu’tey groans as he continues his slow movements between my thighs.

I whine as a harsher thrust causes several spines to hit my clit repeatedly, “Please, Tsu’tey, more!” I beg.

Each thrust causes electric waves of pleasure to flow through my body, forcing me to arch my back even more. Tsu’tey’s arms wrapped firmly around my thighs before he began to move faster.

“Is this what you wish for?” Tsu’tey asks breathlessly, “Eywa, your thighs feel so good, and these pretty things covering your feet, I almost wish you would never take them off,” He growls.

I can’t help the small squeal that left my lips as the growl vibrated down into his dick, causing a sharp pleasure to flow through me. My thighs tremble at the feeling, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. The coil in my core was tightening, ready to be released.

“Does this feel good for you, too, Yawntutsyìp? My muntxate, that is what you will be soon, and the thought of it makes me want to breed you now. That’s why I cannot be inside you now, or I will mate with you here, with or without Eywa’s presence,”  Tsu’tey words were said with love and lust, and his spines hardened with every word that spilled from his lips. 

“Tsu’tey!” I screamed as his words were followed by harsh thrusts, bringing me over the edge.

My vision whited out as pleasure racked through my body, and my limbs trembled as wetness covered my body. When my vision cleared, I was panting harshly but was greeted by the sight of Tsu’tey cumming, his face contorted in pleasure, as rope after rope of cum, sprayed, landing on my thighs, body, and face. Gradually, as Tsu’tey’s high wore off, he laid my legs down, rubbing at my hips and thighs to make sure they wouldn’t cramp. From there, his hands traveled, rubbing his pearlescent cum onto my skin, marking me as his; finally, he curled around me, his tail flopping and wrapping around my side.

While I am slightly bummed that Tsu’tey’s mom won our bet, overall, I am happy with how this turned out because no matter what, I win, and after all, I did just get proposed to.

[greenpidge101]

No one asked but here are some fics I think nail the losers personalities

The Losers Being Dumbasses for * Fics Straight by curry_munch3r

These fics make me scream laugh

Description: This is basically just the fanfic format of those celebrity YouTube compilations. But with the Losers--what a twist, I know

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Nor Rivers Drown It by theparadigmshifts

I will forever hype this fic up, it’s one of my all times favorites

Description: "We promised to confide in each other, and cherish each other, and sustain each other, and all that jazz.”

Stan stares at her, blinks twice.

"And right now, that means going back to your horror-show hometown, and facing your trauma, and potentially killing a demon. Together.

Or: When Mike calls from Derry, Patty answers the phone instead.

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Or maybe there's plenty of time by Liilaac

Another one of my all time favorites, the relationship between Stan, Richie and Patty is everything

Description: A fix-it series in (hopefully) three parts focusing on Richie and Stan's friendship. What if Richie and Stan met again before going back to Derry? What would have changed and how would the situation have evolved? First part takes place before chapter two, second part during, and third part (hopefully) after.

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go west by ssstrychnine

If you love reddie you have to read this fic, it’s mandatory

Description: 1996: richie and eddie finish school, drive to san francisco, change their lives ft. hair braiding, a fake las vegas wedding, waterfalls, bumper cars, and approx. 3300 miles.

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[redriotingfornoreason]

If Smoker One Piece Had a Wife (pt. 2, I just figured out how to use gifs (super fun ✨))

So I think that like maybe two people liked my last post on this (shoutout to you guys) so I'm making another part (Yippee!!). I will probably add one more part after this, but I don't know yet. As always, enjoy.

Absolutely expects him to be a gentleman

Expects small gifts even if he only goes to take the trash out

Also to hold doors for her even if she insists on walking in front of him.

Expects him to throw his coat down over puddles (puddle is super small does not matter)

Expects flowers every once in a while.

Wears the pants in the relationship when it comes to the relationship (Smoker gets to be unofficial/official breadwinner)

Smoker does not remember anything about proposing, mainly because she told him to in the most indirect way possible.

Made him go ring shopping with her and told him to put it on her that night

“We’re engaged now. :3” “Huh???”

Plans wedding herself, doesn’t tell him shit about it.

Literally just saws “When you get home, put on the outfit I have upstairs and go to the dock.”

She had everything set up already

He was still late

Contrary to popular belief, Smoker does love his wife.

Keeps a picture of her in his jacket next to his heart

Probably has some dumb shit she said wrote on the back

“If you die, I’ll bring you back to life just to kill you again so you better not you fucker <3 – your favorite ankle biter”

Shows love through playing with her hair

Braiding it, but also just ruffling her hair when he’s thinking

When in bed, likes to pet her hair to sleep (helps both of them)

Keeps his wedding ring locked away when he’s at war so he never loses it. (His one real treasure when he isn’t with his wife.)

Takes pictures of things he think she would like just to show to her (could be a pretty waterfall, could be a rock just depends)

Weekly transponder snail calls because he does miss his wife a lot.

Tells her about the different things going on at the base, mentions the straw hats every once in a while (she does not know them nor does she care)

She just likes listening to his voice

Always falls asleep on call

Smoker knows this, but does it anyway. When he knows she is asleep, he says “I love you” before hanging up.

[mermaidgirl30]

This is Epilogue: Pt II for my fic Look for the Light but can be read as a standalone. I was not done writing sappy POV’s from Joel. He deserves to be happy, and I wanted it to be super romantic because I just love soft Joel so much 🥹 Joel on his wedding day is so OMG, I cried writing it 😭🥹🥰 (18+ Only)

Inspired by the one and only TS ✨

Joel’s POV

The summer came to an end as the hint of fall brushed over Jackson. Hot summer days turned into breezier autumn evenings. Deep orange, red, and golden colors encased the leaves as the crisp scent of October entwined with the end of September.

It was now September 28. Your wedding day. The one year anniversary of when you met the love of your life, Alyson Harper. The day your entire life changed forever. Because of her. Your special, sweet girl.

You were standing in the middle of the flower field that you planted for her. Deep purples surrounded you as the lilacs and violets swayed in the cool breeze, the afternoon sun rays shining down, making the flowers almost glisten in the warmth. Maria, Dina, Jesse, and a few other folks from town sat in the audience in white wooden chairs, patiently waiting to see you marry the girl of your dreams. Tommy was standing behind you, the wedding officiant, just waiting to marry you off. Who better to do it than your brother.

Ellie stood off to the side in her baggy jeans and Converse shoes as she twirled the rings in her hands carefully. You weren’t going to force her to put on anything fancy. In fact, you told everyone to just dress casual. Except you. You had to look nice today because today was the most important day of your life, and you wanted to impress Aly.

As you stood waiting, you fidgeted with your hands and tried to stop the nerves that raced through your body. You put one of your hands inside the pocket of your slick, black dress pants and pulled on your black tie that was pressed against your button-up white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to your elbows.

“Joel, stop fidgeting,” Ellie whispered to you in a harsh voice.

“Can’t help it,” you answered back as sweat covered the inside of your fisted palm.

“Just try to keep it cool. Aly’s about to be here. You’re fine. You look good so stop worrying. She’s gonna say yes,” she said with a small laugh.

Aly. You couldn’t wait to see her, couldn’t wait to officially call her yours.

You ran a hand through your slicked back hair nervously and brought it down to your mouth as you raked it through your scruff. You still couldn’t believe this day was happening. You were going to marry the love of your life.

Out of the corner of your eye, a ray of white caught your attention. You flicked your eyes up and gasped at the angelic beauty that was coming closer to you. You saw Aly walking towards you as she made her way through the thick brush of violets. Your heart stopped and your eyes went wide as your mouth dropped open at the vision that stood in front of you.

She was a ray of sunshine. An angelic presence that was sent down from Heaven just for you. And she was exceptionally beautiful. Your perfect treasure.

Your eyes slid over her as you took in her entirety. She was wearing a long, white satin dress that flowed effortlessly down to the ground. The thin, satin straps across her shoulders barely kissed her skin, and the whimsical material shined against the sunlight. Her hair was in long, flowing waves with lilacs attached to her waterfall braid. She was holding a small bouquet full of purple lilacs spilling over the sides, effortlessly gorgeous.

Her face was glowing as she smiled up at you with her deep red lips, blushing crimson as she walked up to you slowly through the crowd. Her vibrant blue eyes were staring intensely at you as those beautiful sapphires knocked the wind out of you. She looked just like an angel. She was an angel. Your angel.

You felt dizzy and disoriented as you watched her walk up right in front of you as you took her hand and brought her next to you, slowly turning to face her head on.

She was so goddamn beautiful. A perfect, delicate lilac that stood out amongst all the rest of the flowers. A flower that would never wilt or fade, not when she was with you. Because you’d keep her alive and thriving from the love and care you would forever give her. Your perfect, rare lilac.

“Hi,” she said nervously as she bit her lip, staring up into your awestruck face.

“Hi.” You gulped, looking at the stunning girl in front of you. “You look breathtaking, darlin’,” you breathed out as you drank in her beauty, barely able to keep your mouth closed.

She blushed and smiled up at you. “And you look so handsome, my love.”

My love. You’d never get tired of hearing that.

“You two ready?” Tommy asked.

The two of you nodded as the short ceremony began. Tommy started off by saying a quick introduction and got to the important part quickly. He read a few lines from a piece of paper, and then you said your confessions of love to each other, devoting yourselves to one another entirely.

Aly’s words sounded like a sweet melody as it carried through the wind. Saying how much she loved you and how she’d forever take care of you in sickness and in health, promising forever and pouring her heart out to you.

“Joel, my love, my favorite person. I can’t put into words how much you mean to me. You are truly the best man I have ever met. You’ve been so careful with me, so loving. You’re the only man for me. And I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. Because you saved me, in more ways than one. You are my everything. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving you,” she smiled as a tear fell down her face. You caught it just in time as you wiped it away with your thumb and caressed her cheek lovingly as you stared at her with admiration.

You leaked a few tears listening to her and quickly wiped them away as you said your speech next, promising forever and always to the love of your life in front of you, being completely vulnerable as your heart was now hers.

“Alyson, my love, my light. Thank you for loving me, for showing me what patience and selflessness was. You’ve changed me, showed me what it was like to live again. You pulled me out of the darkness and have been nothing but a ray of sunshine that never lets me fade away. You are the absolute love of my life. And I’m going to spend every day of my life showing you just how much you mean to me. Thank you for showing up to the Boston QZ, for I would be utterly lost without you. My love, my precious lilac. I love you,” you said with tears filling your eyes. Aly cupped your face and ran her fingers through your scruff, her blue, watery eyes beaming with love.

Ellie took the lilac bouquet from Aly and handed the rings to you as she went to find a seat, watching the two of you exchange them as you slowly slid the purple diamond ring onto Aly’s finger. She took the gold band from your palm and slid it on your left finger, promising herself to you.

“Aly, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Tommy asked as he flashed a smile to Aly.

“I do,” she responded as she looked up at you with a huge grin on her face.

“And Joel, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“You’re damn right I do,” you said energetically as Aly quietly laughed at you.

“Then I pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride!” Tommy announced excitedly.

“C’mere, baby,” you said as you pulled Aly to you, dipping her back in your arms as you leaned down and kissed her passionately, staying in her embrace for as long as you could.

The crowd erupted into loud applause as you pulled Aly back up and took her hand in yours. You placed your forehead on hers as you smiled down at her, giving her your best smile.

“Everyone, please welcome the newly wed Mr. And Mrs. Miller!” Tommy cheered as he loudly clapped behind you, the rest of the audience following after him.

“How ‘bout that? I can finally call you Mrs. Miller. My wife. Mine.” You were beaming from the inside as your chest felt like it was about to come out of your throat. You’d never been this happy before in your life.

“I could listen to you say that all day long,” she lulled gently against your ear as she grazed her hand through your scruff, sending electric vibrations through you.

“We’ve got plenty of time for that. C’mon, let’s get out of here.” You took her by the hand and led her through the crowd as the wind whipped gently across your face and carried over Aly’s silky dress, blowing up the ends of it just faintly.

You nodded at Tommy and waved goodbye to everyone else. It was time to go home. With your wife. Time for that honeymoon phase to kick in. Ellie was staying at Dina’s for the next week so you had plenty of alone time with Aly. And that was good because you were about to christen the entire house with her. Consummating and making sweet love to the love of your life in your forever home.

You lifted Aly up on Shimmer and sat her down sidesaddle. You hoisted yourself up and got into position on the saddle and then you pulled Aly to you, placing your arms around her and kissing her head gently.

“You ready to go back home?” You grazed your lips down her face and softly kissed her cheek.

“I’m already home. Home is where you are. That’s where my heart burns.” She smiled up at you and ran her fingers gently through your scruff in an affectionate way, making your heart quake with desire.

Home. She said home is where you are. And that made you want to completely surrender all of yourself to her. But you already had. You were hers, devoted and unwavering. Forever and always. Hers.

“I love you, my morningstar. My sweet girl.” You kissed her softly on the lips as you pulled her face to you as you tasted cherries and sugar, breathing in her deep lilac scent. Completely drowning in her already. “Let’s go home. So I can make love to my wife.”

She beamed up at you as you brushed your lips over hers again, then you took the reins and sent Shimmer on her way. She galloped through the lilacs and violets, sending a burst of fresh floral scents through your nose. You kept Aly close to your chest as you kept one hand running along her arm. Your fingers sliding up and down her as you breathed in her intoxicating lilac smell. You would never, ever get tired of this. Never tired of her. Never tired of holding her in your arms. You would keep her there forever. Till death do us part.

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When you got back to the house, you carried Aly in bridal style as you slammed the door and crossed the living room threshold, you and Aly laughing together in sync. You climbed up the narrow steps and went straight into the bedroom where you set her down gently on the bed.

“Can you believe it? We have the whole house to ourselves for an entire week!” Aly gleamed as she kicked off her heels and kept a hand tightly in yours.

“We’re gonna need an entire week ‘cause I’m gonna make love to ya on every square surface of this house,” you stated adamantly.

“Oh, is that right?” she asked as she laughed, sending a beautiful smile your way.

“Mhm,” you answered as you kneeled down in front of her and placed your hands on her thighs, on the silky white material of her wedding dress.

Aly ran her fingers through your slicked back hair, making some of your curls become disheveled. You groaned at her touch as her other hand hooked around your neck, pulling your face up to meet her lips as she leaned down and kissed you softly. Her lips were silklike. Creamy and glossy. And she tasted like summer.

When you pulled apart, you hooked a finger under her thin strap and tugged it down her arm, doing the same to the other. You slowly skimmed it down her body and let it drop to the floor, leaving her only in a white, lacy pair of underwear.

You trailed your eyes up and down her body slowly, committing to memory the picture of your perfect girl. Your gorgeous wife. Yours.

“God, you’re beautiful,” you said, gawking at the angelic vision in front of you.

She blushed and grabbed your tie, pulling you to her. She slowly untied your tie and threw it to the ground, carefully unbuttoning your white shirt and then pulling it off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap.

She ran a hand meticulously over your chest, gliding it all the way down to your belt as she unhooked it from the belt loops, guiding her hand to your zipper as she unzipped your pants and slid them down to the floor, leaving you only in your boxers.

“Joel…my husband, my darling.” She ran a hand over your scruff as you placed your hand on top of hers, leaning into her as you enjoyed the warmth of her touch.

“I like the sound of that. You callin’ me your husband.” You smiled at her and leaned your weight into her as you pulled her to the edge of the bed, where you could reach every part of her.

“My sweet husband…” she purred, sending waves of warmth into your chest, feeling like your heart was illuminating for the entire town to see.

“Oh, my sweet lilac. My gentle girl.” You placed a kiss gently on each cheek, then one on her soft lips, then down to her neck, sucking and nipping the further you went. She let out a soft moan as you found that sensitive spot on her neck that always got her.

Her hand explored the back of your neck as you went down lower, ghosting over her breasts with your hot breath blowing on them, making them pebble right before you. You leisurely ran your tongue over each, feeling them harden as she twisted her fingers into your messy curls.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby. Gonna make sweet love to my wife, Mrs. Miller,” you groaned low from your throat.

“Please,” she begged.

You teased at the waistband of her lacy underwear, her entire front already sopping wet underneath for you. Your eyes started to dilate as you felt your pupils expanding, turning darker. A burning hunger started in your throat and traveled down to your lower regions as you felt yourself start to harden. Wanting to bury yourself in her for hours. Wanting to feel her walls constrict and tighten as you made her come for you again and again.

You lifted her leg over your shoulder and started to kiss her ankle, her calf, her inner thigh unhurriedly. Wanting to tease until she was so wet that she couldn’t stand it. You wanted to lap her up and savor the sweet flavor on your tongue as you got lost in her.

You moved to her clothed center carefully as you placed a kiss on her drenched lace. You could feel a wave of slick drip down, and it just turned you on even more.

“Joel, please…” she begged, bucking her hips up in the air, trying to get some release from the tension.

“Don’t worry, baby. Gonna take good care of ya. Gonna make you feel so good.” You ran your thumb up her center, putting pressure right where her clit was. She groaned as you hit that sweet spot.

“Already so wet for me, sweetheart,” you praised, hooking your fingers over the lacy edges and pulling them down as you dragged them to the floor. You got in between her legs and pushed her thighs apart, getting in position to drink her down.

“This what you want? Want me to kiss you here?” you asked as you planted your lips against her wetness, smelling the sweet arousal pooling at her insides.

“Mmm yes, please,” she groaned. “Want your tongue, your fingers, your everything,” she breathed out in rushed breaths.

“Don’t worry, baby. Gonna give you everything. Gonna give you my all.”

You smirked up at her and then licked all the way from her dripping hole to the top of her folds. She dropped back on her elbows and watched you devour her nice and slow. You spread her folds and connected with her clit as you flicked meticulous circles around her, pulling her into your mouth as you sucked on her gently, sending pulsing vibrations through her body.

“Fuck, that feels good,” she moaned. “Don’t stop, please. Keep going,” she gasped out.

“I’m not gonna stop, darlin’. Gonna make you come so hard your legs will be shaking and squeezing around me,” you teased as you plunged two fingers inside her, hooking them just enough so you could hit that sweet spongy spot that drove Aly crazy.

“Oh, God,” she moaned as she squeezed her legs around you tightly.

You gave her your best smoldering eyes and continued. “Eyes on me love, that’s it. Such a good girl,” you purred as you brought your tongue back to her clit, gently massaging her most sensitive spots as another shot of slick ran down her dripping hole.

“Joel, I’m gonna…I’m about to…” she whined, squeezing her legs even tighter around your back.

“Let go, baby. Come for me,” you cooed. And that’s exactly what she did. She clenched around your fingers and then relaxed, opening up the flood gates as her slick went everywhere. Her moan was loud and desperate, and when she called your name it sounded like angelic music to your ears.

You lapped up every bit with your tongue and praised her, gently massaging her thighs with your hands, easing her from her orgasm. “Such a good girl. Did so good for me, sweetheart.”

She slowly sat up and reached for you as she tugged on the waistband of your boxers. You lifted an eyebrow in question of what she wanted. “Need you, please,” she begged.

“Such a needy girl,” you laughed. “You want me?”

“Yes, I want you. All of you, my husband,” she purred. She was smoldering the dark blues of her eyes at you, showing you just how much she needed you, and you about came undone at the sight.

She pulled down your boxers as your erection sprang free of its constricts, planting firmly against the base of your stomach. She reached up and softly stroked you back and forth, up and down, spreading your precum down your entire length. Her hands were like magic as heat started building at the base of your spine.

She leaned forward and slowly licked at the tip, swirling her tongue in all the sensitive places as she hit every single one. A low groan sounded from your throat as she took you in deeper in her throat as her head began to bob up and down, slow and steady, making that gagging sound as she took you as far as she could.

“Christ, feels so good, baby. Fuck,” you growled as she released you from her mouth. She tugged up and down as you heard the slick noises from her hands melt in with the stickiness of you.

Another bead of precum spilled down and mixed in with the rest of your slick, messy cock. You took her hand and stopped her as you gently backed her down on the bed, slowly spreading her thighs as you inched your way in between them, nuzzling your scruff against her neck, slowly kissing up and down her collar bone.

“Gonna make love to ya now, my sweet girl,” you whispered. “My angel.” You kissed her again, making your way up her neck and tugging on her soft earlobe. “My love.”

You ghosted your lips over her soft skin and to her mouth, gently kissing her as you brought your tip right against her folds. “My precious lilac.” You plunged your length into her and started nice and slow, pumping in and out as her walls clenched around you.

She bit her lip and wrapped her legs around your back, caging you into her as she reached up and raked her fingers through your tousled curls. And it felt so fucking good that you wanted to get lost in her, let her run her gentle fingers through your hair all night long.

You sped up your tempo and bottomed out in her as she whined and took her other hand and scratched it down your back, sinking her nails into you. And fuck it felt amazing.

You thrusted in and out of her, reaching that soft, spongy spot over and over as she moaned your name, squeezing her legs tighter around you as you knew she was almost there. So close for you.

“Let go, baby. C’mon. Here, let me help,” you cooed.

You took your thumb and pressed it hard over her clit, drawing tiny circles at just the right pressure as you felt her walls clench up around you.

“Fuck, darlin’. Squeezin’ me so tight, feels so good,” you groaned as you continued thrusting in and out, hitting that spongy area, and working at her clit meticulously.

“Joel, fuck, I…” she moaned as her eyes were fixed intently on you. Those dazzling, deep blues. The way she was looking at you was so intense, so loving. You swear you could see galaxies in those sparkling eyes. Could even see your own reflection in her eyes as she pined for you, burned for you, loved you.

“Go on, darlin’. Come for me, love,” you encouraged her softly.

One more press to her clit and she was done for. Her walls tightened up around you and then released as white slick coated your cock, dripping down the insides of her thighs.

“God, I love you,” you groaned as you cupped her face and kissed her passionately as you picked up your tempo and thrusted faster, harder into her.

“I love you, Joel,” she whispered against your lips. And that was it. That’s what made you come undone.

“Fuck, Alyson…” you growled as your jaw clenched tight. Your breath hitched as you thrusted once more and then spilled all of you inside her, feeling your seed fill up her tight walls as you stayed inside her for just a few more seconds. As you slowly slid out, you felt your seed spill out all over her thighs as the white, sticky substance coated over her.

You grabbed the closest thing you could find which was your boxers and cleaned her off, gently wiping all the slick from her thighs and center. You threw them over the edge of the bed and plopped down beside her on the mattress in exhaustion, pulling her to your chest as you took your hand and gently caressed her cheek, pulling her in for another kiss.

Her lips felt as soft as a rose petal, tasted like sugar and honey, something you wanted to drink down, consume for eternity. “Alyson, baby, I love you. I wish I could paint your eyes in the stars so I could stare across the ocean and still see those beautiful blue eyes. They’re like galaxies, and I can see my future etched in every single star. Your heart and mine entwined together, forever,” you hummed out as you tucked a brunette wave behind her ear.

She was looking at you with the most serene, loving expression you ever saw as her eyes sparkled and watered. “Joel Miller, my love, that has got to be one of the most romantic things you have ever said to me.” She smiled and kissed you again as she crawled on top of your chest and leaned on you, her eyes staring longingly into your soul, making your heart beat that much more for her.

“What can I say, darlin’. You bring out the soft side of me. I’m so immensely in love with you. Just call me a hopeless romantic now. Never been one until I found you. Then you changed me. Showed me what true love looked like. And it’s you. You’re the complete picture of love, and I’ll continue to show you every single day how deeply and desperately I am in love with you. My sweet girl.”

You brushed a tear away from your eyes and then caught a falling tear from Aly’s eye, gently caressing her cheek slowly. There was so much love in the room that your heart was nearly bursting at the seams. Tugging on you so hard, telling you that you were so in love. Because you were. You were in love with your wife. Your lover. Alyson Miller. That beautiful, delicate lilac that you’d love and cherish forever.

“Joel Miller, my husband. I love you, and I will forever love you,” she whispered as she planted a soft kiss on your lips.

“Alyson Miller, my wife, my sweet girl. From this day forward, you are my forever. My best friend, my partner, my one true love. And I’ll spend the rest of my days fully loving you and protecting you. You have made me the happiest man in the world, and I am so lucky that you chose me. My sweet, beautiful girl. My favorite lilac.”

You spent the rest of the night consummating your love and christening the entire bedroom, ending the night with her in your arms as you soothingly ran a hand up and down her back as she slept soundly wrapped up in your side with her head against your chest.

You languidly stroked her waves as your fingers ran up and down her scalp, breathing in that fresh lilac scent that fully intoxicated you. You laid there thinking how lucky you got, how absolutely blessed and fortunate you were. You got the girl of your dreams, the one thing that had been missing in your life all along.

It was her. Alyson. Your wife. The love of your life. She was your forever and always, your constant, your future, your everything. And you loved her. You loved her with every breath in your body. For she was an ocean of love, and you’d forevermore drown in her. Drinking in all her ecstasy as you intertwined with her soothing waves, crashing all your love into her. Just two souls colliding into one for eternity, never letting the other disappear into the dark abyss of the waters. You’d keep each other in the light.

Alyson was your light, your way home. She was your home.

Your love, your peace, your ray of sunshine.

And now, your wife.

Forevermore.

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[callmemana]

To Have & To Hold

I saw this post and I immediately had a thought of a lil story! I know that in the tags it originally said ‘icemav’ but whenever I see ‘Slider’ or ‘Iceman’ I think of these amazing women! I hope you enjoy!

Ron ‘Slider’ Kerner x Jade ‘Whiskey’ Rogers (OC) @mrsjaderogers

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Rachael ‘Dragon’ Kazansky (OC) @dragon-kazansky

It was a beautiful wedding, Dragon really out did herself for this celebration. The colors complemented each other and showed so much of both the couple’s personality. As the best friends of the bride and groom, Whiskey & Slider were in the wedding party.

Whiskey wore a purple bridesmaid dress, tight to the skin in all the right places and a slit starting at her right hip, hair up on her head and cascades down her back like a waterfall, curls delicately touching her shoulders.

Slider wore a black tux with a white undershirt, a boutonnière with a purple rose accompanied with small white flowers attached to his jacket on his left breast, black dress shoes shining in the sun on this wonderful San Diego day. He wouldn’t be Slider nor would Ice be himself without their aviator sunglasses.

As Whiskey helped Dragon get ready for her big day, the two women took shots and danced around to loud music. Laughter could be heard from the back room and the guests wondered what was the cause of it.

“You know, today might be a lucky day for Slider and you too,” giggled Dragon as she downed another shot. “Not possible! We wouldn’t do anything to take the spot light from you and Ice today! You guys deserve it for once, it can’t always be you and me gaining the attention from everyone all the time!”

Dragon rolled her eyes, “It’s always gonna be us babe, you and me against the world!” “True. They can try to break up the Chaos Crew, but it won’t work.” Whiskey said as she hugs Dragon. “Very, very true. Nothing can stop us.”

As they finished Dragon’s hair and makeup, they had one more hug before exiting the room and making their way to the doors to the alter. “This will be the last moments of you being Rachael Hunter.” Dragon wore a beautiful off the shoulder lace dress, tight in the bust, but flowed beautifully to the floor.

Her hair was curled and half up half down, with purple and white flowers braided loosely in between the three parts. Her makeup was just enough to highlight her natural beauty and show off her eyes.

“I know, I’m excited and nervous at the same time! But I’m mostly buzzed!” Whiskey huffed a laugh out at that. “You have no reason to be, you and Ice were meant to be together! I could tell the first day you met, you were each other’s forevers.”

“Jade, don’t make me cry! I’ll ruin all of our hard work!” “Oh please, you barely needed any makeup! You’re beautiful Rach! Now, dry those eyes, and get ready to face your husband!”

As soon as the doors opened and Tom saw Rachael, tears trailed down his face at her. She took the breath away from his lungs, she was perfect, inside and out. He couldn’t wait to finally call her his wife, Mrs. Rachael ‘Dragon’ Kazansky.

He knew by the smirks his friends were throwing his way, they would give him shit for crying later, but he didn’t care. Not with her in his eye-line. He felt someone knock his shoulders softly and looked over to see Slider, smiling at him, almost giddily.

The ceremony was filled with laughter as Hollywood and Wolfman threw the flowers as the ‘flower girls,’ and made it a show, and tears at the beautiful and deep words that the couple used to describe their love for each other. No one had any doubt that these two individuals would be together til death do them part.

At the reception, the wedding party made a grand entrance, as they do. It wouldn’t be a party without them causing trouble. Speeches were said, stories told, and cake smashed into each other’s faces, Rachael and Tom couldn’t have asked for a better day. As the sun began to set and the guests wind down with food and alcohol in their bellies, it was time for the Bride to throw the bouquet. Ladies from all around the room ran to the dance floor and hugged each other and jumped as they screamed excitedly.

Whiskey got up and jokingly nudged Ron too, as the couple made their way to the grouping, Whiskey and Slider stopped in the middle. Ron lightly pushes Jade as Dragon counted to three before granny tossing the bundle of flowers over her head with a smile.

The flowers went over the first row of ladies, before making it to the place were the couple were standing at. Whiskey made to jump, before realizing her currently footwear and decided not to. Ron had his arms out and hands opened to humor Whiskey as she watched him and giggled at his antics. When he felt a small amount of weight land in his hands, he looked at Jade with his eyes wide and mouth in the shape of an ‘O’.

Whiskey let out a full belly laugh at his face and as he lifts his arms up to celebrate his win, he accidentally hits another guest in the face with the flowers. She had to put a hand over her mouth to stop the laughter from coming out and catching the attention of the others in the room.

Dragon came into the group and with a smirk, “Oh my god Ron! You caught the bouquet, you know what that means! Ron and Jade are next!” “Haha, Rachael. I know you did that on purpose.” “You can’t prove that, it was chance. I didn’t even look!” Dragon replied, hand over her heart as if offended.

“But I know you, and I know that you have a devious little plan in that head of yours.” Ron wiggled his pointer finger at her accusingly,“you’re half of the Chaos Crew, your always up to something.”

“Whatever, the court of law says that your innocent until proven guilty. Do you have any evidence, Mr. Kerner?” Ron huffs, “No, I don’t defendant.” “Then as the judge of this courtroom, as it is my wedding, I hear by say that Mrs. Rachael Dragon Kazansky is found not guilty and now exempted from all wrong doing.” “Fat chance for all of the wrong doing you and my fiancée get into.”

Ron made his way back to Jade and gave her a sweet kiss before sitting back down and playing with her hand. As the night finally came to an end, the couples said their goodbyes as the newly weds would be gone for a month on their honeymoon.

“You know I love you right?” Jade rolled her eyes jokingly, “Of course I do Babe. You wouldn’t have caught the bouquet if you didn’t wanna get married so soon.” “Rachael threw it at me, I’m telling you!” “Ah, don’t blame the Bride Ron. You were pushing me out of the way.” “As a joke!” “Don’t fool yourself, you wanted it wayyyyyyy more than anyone else.” “I only got up for you!” “You hit a woman in the face with the flowers!”

“On accident! Jade, seriously, I don’t believe in the rules of catching that stupid bouquet of flowers. We’ve set our date, and when we finally do say our “I Do’s” just know that it came at the best of time or us. We don’t need to rush our wedding to show our love for each other because of flowers tossed over the Bride’s head on her day. Focus on ours, because I can guarantee, ours will be so much better.”

“I love you too by the way, but if you ever accuse my best friend of something she 100% did again, I’ll have to hurt you.” She kissed him lovingly, before they got into his car and drove home.

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[moonmausoleum]

The Ghost Bride in the Waterfall Pool

Inside of the lush green forest there is a small waterfall leading to what is called Bride’s Pool. Hikers have reported about seeing the ghost of the bride that drowned in the pool on the way to her wedding. 

Inside of the lush green forest there is a small waterfall leading to what is called Bride’s Pool. Hikers have reported about seeing the ghost of the bride that drowned in the pool on the way to her wedding.  What is it about beautiful waterfalls that conjure up ghost stories about drowned brides? Is it the wispy water that spreads out like a white braid vail? Even if the white veil bride isn’t…

[sheep33hallow]

UnWind(Zeus!Clark, Hera!Bruce)

Part 3 of Entrapment AO3

Tags: Greek mythology references, Possessive Clark, Heavy petting, Batkids are their kids, plus Jon, long haired!Bruce

Rating: M

Summary: Bruce: Giver of Life, lover of people and Queen of the Gods.

Word Count: 3770

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Bruce sits in the waters of the underground bath of their home. It's surrounded by dark stone, only lit up by the lights under the water. He turned the waterfall off, only wanting silence as he sat in the warm water to bathe.

He had already detangled his hair, a tie at the end of his dark locs kept it together as he worked on his nails next, finding comfort in doing his own manicure.

He needed a moment alone. Without the kids, without the constant chatter when he has to work, and even without Clark. Times like this, he sometimes wants to go back to being a stay at home parent who occasionally came out and did his Queen duties, but.

He paused in his act of cutting his cuticles.

It's nice to have so much attention as well.

When he was home, he started to forget himself, and the fact that he was a person with thought. He got into a routine, and expected others to follow it, others, mostly meaning Clark, and was upset when it didn't go as intended.

Now, he has so many options that he doesn't even think too deeply anymore. He flows in the way he used to. In the way when he didn't have kids, nor a kingdom to build. Minus, Jon and Cass, his children were pretty independent and can openly communicate their needs to him now, which he loves. He feels love now when he meets their needs, or he tells them no when he feels they can do it themselves, and he has no "peacock feathers in his basket" to properly assist them.

His "peacock feathers" are at their halfway point of filling up, the more he has alone time down here.

And Clark.

He resumed clipping his cuticles.

Clark is softer now.

Clark has never really been soft, even before they were wed, and he used to see Clark with his brothers in the field. Back then his braid used to be long enough to drag on the ground but he kept it up, tied with ribbons that matched his toga of the day. His mother used to tell him that Maidens don't cut their hair, and some part of him still believes that whenever he does work with current maidens and one had a buzz cut. He didn't realize how much of his mother was still ingrained in him because he wanted to ask the boy why his hair was so short as a maiden.

He refrained.

He's been around long enough to know maidens are still maidens even when their maidenhood is taken from them.

Also, short hair is just fun. Cass and Dick are maidens but then refuse to grow it long.

He groans at the thought of Dick as a child. Sweet, but mischievous. If Dick had enough hair to put into a ponytail, he would grab his craft scissors and cut it. He won't lie, with Dick being his first, and his Mother's influence, he would say some choice words to his son.

Eventually, Clark had to intervene and told Dick he looked good with short hair, and took Bruce on a holiday alone where Jason was conceived.

Jason.

Jason was enough of a distraction that all thoughts of maidenhood left his brain, and he was grateful Dick didn't burn holes into the floor when he had tantrums.

Dick didn't like Jason at first. He felt replaced, and even told Bruce he'd stop cutting his hair. After that, he hired his first nanny so he would be able to still have one on one time with Dick.

And now, Dick was in college, Jason created his own weapons as a creative outlet instead of destroying his bedroom, and he, himself, was focused on being Bruce.

It felt good.

He hears the loud groan of the heavy door being pushed open. Then footsteps that sound of medium size making they're way down toward the bath. On the final step there is a pause, and the face of his newest addition makes their presence known.

"Mama."

He should have known.

He puts the clippers down on the ledge of the carved stone. He walks over to the middle of the water, holding his arms out in case Jon gets a crazy idea and jumps in. He hasn't learned to swim yet, and he doesn't want the snake plushie Jon has in a tight hold to get wet. Bruce got it for him when he was still a babe in the crib, and it's been his favorite thing ever since.

"Jon." He softly reprimands. "You know not to come down here by yourself." When they made the bath years ago, when Dick was a baby, they had the door created with enough weight so none of their children could come down here without them, and drown.

They didn't exactly have Jon in mind.

The strength in his toddler sized arms concerns him some days, but his son has such a sunny disposition that it lessens his worries.  

"Here." His son puts a diamond in his wet hand as he stands over the ledge of the bath. "I made it for you."

His eyes widen, closing his hand around the gem. "I-I love it." He says, quickly to not make his shock seem like displeasure. "What is it?" He asked curiously.

"Ball. I threw it to Day Day outside." Then his son frowns. "It was black before."

"Coal. It may have been coal."

"No, ball." He stops his foot. A small crack in the marble from his impact. Bruce makes a mental note to contact the blacksmiths.

Bruce pokes his belly. "Yes,yes. Ball. I am sorry." He squeezes his son's cheeks with affection. "Do you forgive mama?" He says with a tone of baby talk.

His son happily nods. Reaching out for Bruce. "How about I get out?" Bruce suggests instead. His cuticles are evenly cut, and he can finish the manicure in bed later. He climbs the stairs out of the water.

Jon, the ever helpful boy, grabs a towel too small for Bruce and hands it to him. "May I have a bigger one too?" He says sweetly.

Nodding,he grabs a bigger one. Bruce pets his head as thanks. Jon takes his hand, as they climb the stairs. "Where is Damien?" Damien had karate practice soon.

"With Daddy. They left."

Bruce's face twists in concern. "Left? Left where?"

His youngest shrugs.

When Clark returned later, it was explained. Jon threw the piece of coal from a pile next to the grill at Damien to play. Damien caught it, and the intense pressure burned his hand while breaking two fingers. Damien ran away to find Clark as Jon picked up the "ball" to show Bruce.

He told Clark to have the diamond made into a bracelet for him.

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It's the annual time of the year when Bruce and his siblings, Selina and Harvey go visit their mother on her island.

Barda is the name she is known for, but she is always their kind mother to them. She is often seen with her rod in her grasp. Her huge intimidating frame towers over them as she sits on her throne when the three of them enter the room. Her signature toga made of silk in the colors gold and red cling to her body in an alluring way as her sleek black hair cascades down her back.

Their Father is off the island at the moment. They assume among the humans doing magic tricks in his human form.

When they enter the island, they change back in their traditional robes. Bruce in black, Selina in gray and Harvey in purple. Bruce can smell the residual underworld air on Harvey. His brother must have come back from visiting Dinah, and tormenting his son in law, Oliver.

The three siblings sit on the cushions in front of their Mother. She looks down at them with a smile on her face.

"Hello, Mother." They say in unison.

Her smile brightens. "My children." She sits up taller on her throne. "How is thee?"

Selina speaks first. "I am well, Mother. I remain in my maidenhood." She winks knowingly to their Mother. Bruce and Harvey resist their groans. "I am building a new villa in the Isles of Delos."

Bruce is proud of himself for not flinching at that.

"The location is to die for." Selina picks up a loc of Bruce's hair as she speaks. She runs her fingers through it. "But I say, I am finding I am spending most of my time in Themyscira." She lets the hair fall from her hands. "The female warriors are full of virgins who fight often."

"Virgins?" Harvey speaks up. He leans forward to look at his sibling, Bruce sits between them. "Virgins? Among an island of beautiful women who are incredibly intelligent?" Harvey speaks as if he is talking to a child.  

"There is no penetration on that island." Selina says confidently.

Bruce stays quiet, thinking of his friend Diana and her little lover, Steve. He's grateful his brother-in-law, Arthur's aquatic sight, cannot reach that island. That man is a gossip.

His fish too.

"You don't need a dick to be penetrated." States Harvey with an eye roll before sitting back in his proper posture.

"From the way, y'all act about it, I wouldn't think anything would be better than it." She says, an eyebrow raises in judgment as she looks her siblings over.

This is the reason Bruce talks to Harvey more. Selina believes so deeply in her maidenhood that she can barely recognize those who would give it up. Harvey wasn't born a maiden, and she didn't pay much attention to him as they grew up, but when Bruce was born a maiden, she felt like she had someone to cherish. Bruce gave love to his siblings equally, and felt nothing but love growing up. Yet, he remembers when he gave up his maidenhood for Clark, and stayed among the extra marital affairs, Selina didn't want to listen, and tried to dig her claws into Dick when he was first born.

The first century of his marriage was a lot, and it was mostly due to his own family, rather than Clark.

Before Bruce or Harvey could respond, their Mother intervened.

"Enough." She said with a slam of her rod to the ground. The echo vibrating around the room. "I grow tired of the squables of children." She shifts her eyes to Harvey. "And what of ye?"

"Oh!" Harvey fiddles with his robe. "The harvest is well. Dinah and the children will be visiting when the seasons change, and we will be able to get more progress done." He smiles softly as the thought of his only child. Bruce looks at his brother lovingly, knowing he gets the same look when he speaks of his kids.

"And I am pregnant."

Selina cannot hide her disgust, and Bruce cannot hide his shock.

Good Darkseid.  

"From whom?" Their Mother softly asks. Her voice shows nothing of her thoughts.

"He is a God of the Sea. Orm Marius."

Bruce's face shifts to disgust now. "Mera's brother?" Bruce says, the words tumbling out before he can stop it.

Harvey nods, rubbing his stomach.

"Does he plan to wed you?" Their Mother inquiries.

Harvey shrugs.

Selina snorts. "You sure know how to pick them."

Bruce smacks her thigh. Looking into her eyes to say  shut up.

She narrows her eyes gleefully at him, but listens.

Bruce knows this conversation will continue for months to come.

He'll need to call Mera after this.

Harvey wilts a bit. He chuckles humorlessly. "Yes. I know, but." He looks over at Selina. "I enjoyed myself thoroughly in making progress." He smirks.

Selina isn't bothered. "Yeah, in making yourself in poor standing. Where is Dinah's other half again?" She lifts her eye mockingly toward Harvey. "Oh yes, with their spouse, and that dick was old when you sat on that at the time."

Bruce watches as Harvey's jaw clenches, yet he gives no rebuttal.

Their Mother interrupts the tense atmosphere with her comforting presence. "Ye are welcomed to come back home for the birth. Father and I always love the things you produce." Their Mother gives a soft smile.

Harvey bashfully nods. "I will consider that Mother."

Bruce knows he is next when their Mother places their eyes on him. She lifts an eyebrow in wait.

Bruce blinks, thinking of what to say. Things have been good. No change has really occurred since their last visit. "The children have been asking for your and Father's appearance since Clark's Father, Izaya, visited recently."

Their Mother tsk'd.

She has disdain for Izaya.

They were once betrothed, but their Mother fell in love with their Father, and walked away causing a war to be broken out.

Bruce learned about it in school, for their Mother refuses to talk about useless people.

Their Father would only say it was an Old Gods problem, and for us New Gods to worry more about the present.

"When Father returns, we shall discuss it, until then, tell me of the children."

Bruce goes into explaining the lives of his children before dinner is served. The night is pleasant after that, and their Father returns shortly before they leave.

Bruce shares a long hug with his Father before he goes.

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Bruce is in his office checking on the applications for marriage blessings when Clark walks in.

He notices Clark looks quite nice today. Hair combed nicely with his signature curl in the front of his forehead. A short sleeve turtleneck sweater and slacks with freshly shined shoes.

Bruce himself is wearing an off the shoulder sweater and black denim joggers. The sweater is slightly cropped, so if he stretches you see his stomach. His stomach is one of Clark's favorite parts of him, so he is glad with the unconscious outfit he made today. Clark's visits to his office are always unexpected.

He used to ask Clark to give warning when he visited his business because he often has meetings, but Clark never saw an issue with his appearances, saying he, as king, could give marriage advice.

Okay……

Clark never gives advice though. If Bruce is in a meeting, he will sit in the corner and watch, waiting until Bruce gives him all of his undivided attention.

"How is my Queen?" Clark says, walking closer to Bruce's desk, he goes around the furniture to kiss Bruce. He kneels down next to Bruce, grabbing him by the waist of his chair and turning him toward Clark.

Bruce gives one last glance at his work before knowing it would be futile to resist.

He runs a hand along Clarks face. "I am well." He grasps the side of Clark's face, bringing it closer to his as he leans down. Another kiss, a deeper one for his King. "And you?" He speaks against Clark's lips, before backing up. Clark rested his hand on the back of Bruce's calf, running his hand up and down absentmindedly.

"I wanted to see you."

"You saw me this morning." He plays with Clark's front curl.

"And yet, it wasn't enough." He winks.

Bruce narrows his eyes. Something feels off. He waits before speaking on it. Bruce hums. Letting the curl fall.

"Did I say something wrong?" Clark inquires.

Bruce gets up, walking away from Clark's hold and over to the floor to ceiling windows. He crosses his arms and looks down at the city before.

Clark doesn't move from his kneeled position.

Without looking at Clark, he speaks. "How would you feel about taking the family to visit your Mother? I know she doesn't travel like your Father does, and I think it would be nice for her to see everyone."

Clark's mouth hangs open. "Why now?"

Bruce hums again. "Because, I like your Mother, Clark. Even if you don't have the best relationship with her, and she adores the children."

"Umm."

"Unless you have something else you'd like to share with me?" He looks back at Clark.

Clark shakes his head. "No, uh, no not at all." He stands up, walking toward Bruce and gathering him up in his arms from behind. He kisses Bruce's neck. "Anything for you."

A week later, they are on the island of New Genesis. The All Father greets them as they land in their private plane.

"My family." Izaya says boastfully as Cass and Jon run up to him. Jason gives his grandfather a wave, and Dick is helping Tim off of the plane.

Tim was on crutches after falling off the rock wall at school.

Damien copies Jason and waves as well.

Izaya comes over to the stairs of the plane as Bruce is walking down, he holds out his hand, and takes Bruce into his arms, swinging him around before letting him stand on his own feet. "And you're looking as lovely as ever." The older man says sweetly. Izaya brushes some hair from Bruce's face, getting a good look at him.

Bruce blushes. He's one of the rare men in their kingdom able to make Bruce feel flustered. "Thank you, All Father." He says softly. Though they don't get to speak long before he is tugged out of his Father in law's hold and into his own husband's.

"Son." He says, holding out his hand for Clark to take.

Using his other hand, Clark grasps his Father's. "Father."

After that, Izaya turns his attention fully to the children, and Bruce and Clark slip away.

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 Knowing the children and the luggage will be taken care of, Bruce and Clark walk around the land until they come across one of the ballrooms. The floor is a deep rich brown wood, tall elegant windows take up more space than the wall itself.

 The door is unlocked when the attempt to push the door open. No squeak of the handle meets them when they enter the room.

 It shuts softly.

 Bruce takes Clark's hand, tugging him with a childlike jog into the center of the room. Once there, he loosely throws his arms around his husband's neck, Clark lays his hands on his hips. Clark is in his modern clothing, but Bruce is in his toga. He doesn't like to be around his elders in his casual attire. The knot of his toga sits on one shoulder,  he's in a navy blue, the main color of Clark's ancestry. He feels happy and giddy, a care not in his mind as he sways side to side with Clark.

 No music.

 Clark's jaw is tight but he indulges Bruce. Bruce notices and yet, still does not care. For he follows his own vibes. He would still dance with no music by himself if Clark left him alone.

 Yet, his husband stays.

 Bruce spins him around a few times until Clark stops his antics by pulling him close, both palms pressed to Bruce's bareback.

 Bruce stops.

 He waits.

 Clark kisses up his neck.

 Bruce sighs with a pleasant shiver up his spine.

 Using his nose, he pushes the knot of the toga off of Bruce's shoulder. Leaving his upper half exposed as the rest of the toga is held up by ribbon.

 An easy tug to leave him bare.

 Yet, Clark does not touch it. The King drags his nails down Bruce's back, biting the flesh of his shoulder making Bruce feel trapped.

 Bruce drops his arms, taking hold of Clark's belt, tightening his hold with abuse of his skin from his husband. He feels delirious as Clark kisses his way down Bruce's chest, before taking the sweet bud of the Queen's into his mouth. He traps it between his teeth, tugging on it and licking it with tenderness.

 The nails leave his back, but Clark grasps the flesh of his waist into his hands.

 "Clark."

 Clark kneels down.

 His waist feels pinched but so good.

 "Clark." He babbles again.

 Clark pays him no mind, sucking the bud into his mouth. Losing the grip he had on Clark's belt, his hands open and close mid air as he has nowhere to put them.

 One comes close to his eye, the back of his hand rests against it, as the other gathers his hair in the back as a pseudo hair holder.

 Bruce tilts his head back, looking up at the ceiling. He counts the statues to starve off the on coming orgasm.

 His nipples have fed every child in their home. The constant usage over the centuries have left him sensitive beyond compare. A slight bend in his knees, the longer he stands.

 Clark kisses his way up back to standing. Bruce tilts his head back down, confused.

 He's panting.

 He knows his face is flushed.

 He bits into his neck, one of Clark's hands slips into the space between his skin and the remaining toga. Clark's fingers graze the beginning of his pubic hair, not pushing further down, just scratching along the first row of hairs.

 The other goes to his rump. Clark squeezes hard.

 Bruce takes it. He can handle anything the King gives.

 Bruce lets go of his hair, he takes his hand away from his face to cup Clark's face under his neck. He doesn't move his husband's face, Clark will only move when he is ready.

 He kisses his way the front of Bruce's neck, to his chin, and pauses when their mouths again in front of each other.

 Clark is looking at his mouth, he is looking at Clark. He sees the bags under his husband's eyes.

What is—  

 Clark kisses him. It's gentle. It's soft. Bruce continues to hold his lover's face. He massages Clark's cheekbones as they kiss. Bruce tries to slip his tongue into Clark's mouth, but Clark is faster and pushes his own into Bruce's.

 Bruce feels possessed. Trapped. Owned.

 And as Clark finally releases his hand from his wife's waist and rakes his fingers on the back of Bruce's scalp. Bruce moans into Clark's mouth.

 He feels protected.

 They don't stay longer after that. Clark re-ties his toga for him before they slip out of the back of the ballroom. Taking the precautions needed to not be caught.

 He hasn't seen his body yet, but he can only imagine the gossip that would spread if the nymphs or other Gods saw him.

 Clark is silent as they walk to their suite on the property, he has his hand laced together with Bruce. Every so often in their walk, Clark kisses the back of Bruce's hand.

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Discover 4 Perfect Bridesmaid Hairstyles

Discovering the ideal bridesmaid hairstyle can be a delightful journey.

Whether you're standing beside the bride at a glamorous ballroom wedding or a serene garden ceremony, your hair should complement your beauty and the event's style. Let's explore some stunning bridesmaid hairstyles that will make you look and feel your best.

Elegant Updos for Bridesmaids

Updos are timeless and elegant, perfect for bridesmaids who want a sophisticated look. Here are some chic updo options to consider:

Classic Chignon

The chignon is a classic updo that exudes grace and sophistication. It's a versatile choice that works well with various hair lengths and textures.

Smooth and Sleek: Ideal for formal events, this style keeps hair neat and polished.

Textured and Tousled: Perfect for a relaxed, bohemian vibe, this style adds volume and a touch of whimsy.

Romantic Braided Updo

A romantic braided updo combines the elegance of an updo with the intricate beauty of braids.

French Braid Bun: Start with a French braid that wraps into a bun at the nape of the neck.

Crown Braid: Braid the hair around the crown of the head, creating a halo effect that is both enchanting and stylish.

Half-Up, Half-Down Styles for Bridesmaids

If you want a balance between an updo and wearing your hair down, a half-up, half-down hairstyle is perfect. It combines the elegance of an updo with the softness of loose hair.

Classic Half-Up, Half-Down

This style is timeless and chic, ideal for any wedding theme.

Loose Waves: Create gentle waves for a romantic and effortless look.

Sleek and Straight: For a modern and polished appearance, keep the top section smooth and straight.

Braided Half-Up, Half-Down

Adding braids to your half-up, half-down style can enhance its beauty and uniqueness.

Waterfall Braid: A cascading braid that adds a touch of elegance to your look.

Fishtail Braid: This intricate braid provides a beautiful contrast to loose curls or waves.

Gorgeous Down Styles for Bridesmaids

Wearing your hair down can be just as glamorous as an updo. Here are some stunning down-style options:

Soft, Romantic Waves

Soft waves are perfect for a romantic and feminine look.

Beachy Waves: Create loose, beachy waves for a relaxed and natural look.

Hollywood Glam Waves: For a touch of old Hollywood glamour, go for big, voluminous waves.

Sleek and Straight

For a modern and sophisticated look, sleek and straight hair is a fantastic choice.

Middle Part: A middle part can elongate your face and add a contemporary flair.

Side Part: A deep side part can add volume and create a dramatic effect.

Unique and Creative Bridesmaid Hairstyles

Sometimes, stepping outside the traditional styles can lead to a truly unique and memorable look.

Boho Braids

Boho braids are perfect for a rustic or outdoor wedding.

Messy Braids: Create loose, messy braids for a relaxed and bohemian vibe.

Braided Crown: A braided crown can add a whimsical touch to your hairstyle.

High Ponytails

A high ponytail is modern, chic, and incredibly versatile.

Sleek High Ponytail: For a polished look, keep the ponytail sleek and smooth.

Curly High Ponytail: Add curls to your ponytail for a fun and playful style.

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May the Fourth Be with You Creative Wedding Shoot by The Atlanta Wedding Photographers at AtlantaArtisticWeddings

Every once in a while I get a request for a unique photoshoot.  About 3 months ago Samantha contacted me and said she wanted to do a wedding/star wars photoshoot.  She is having a small wedding at an air bnb with a few family and friends.  While they were there she wanted a few fun photos to share. 

Both Samantha and her fiance Matt are big Star Wars fans.  They are having their wedding on May the fourth which is a special day for Star Wars fans.  The date originated from the pun "May the Fourth be with you", a variant of the Star Wars catchphrase "May the Force be with you". Even though the holiday was not created or declared by Lucasfilm, many Star Wars fans have chosen to celebrate the holiday.  It is also known as Star Wars Day.  On their wedding day Samantha and Matt are going to sneak out of their wedding outfits and change into Star Wars outfits to surprise their guests.  It should be a hoot!

When it came to the day of the shoot I met Samantha and Matt with their family around the Mill at Stone Mountain Park.  There is a bathroom at the top where Samantha could change into her wedding dress.  . The dress was beautiful and was perfect for her.  Samantha’s hair was done with a lone Star War’s braid down the back. Matt came prepared in dress clothes and a vest. 

We started late in the day so we could get a sunset and start shooting at night with the light sabers.  The Mill area has so many options there.  The waterfall makes for a great backdrop. The Mill run next to the Mill is a fun little feature to shoot around also.  The whole area is a plethora of backdrops for photos.  Once we finished at the mill it was starting to get dark and Matt brought out the light sabers.

We moved to the stone quarry across the street from the mill.  I chose the quarry because it has a tunnel that runs under the train tracks that wraps around the mountain.  It is dark there and perfect for accenting the light sabers.  We started playing around with a technique called light painting.  It is where you have a long exposure with your camera and you can paint the light in your photograph.  The lightsabers were a perfect source of light for light painting.  The whole shoot was so much fun playing different poses with the light sabers.  It gave a very cinematic Star Wars vibe.

Congrats to Samantha and Matt and thank you for one of the most creative photo shoots that I have had in a long time!  May the fourth be with the both of you!

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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Sparkle and Shine: Unveiling the Magic of Hair Tinsel Trends

In the ever-evolving world of beauty and fashion, hair trends continue to captivate enthusiasts with their creativity and uniqueness. One such trend that has taken the hairstyling scene by storm is the enchanting world of hair tinsel. From adding a touch of glamour to everyday looks to becoming the go-to accessory for special occasions, hair tinsel has become a sensation among those seeking to express their style in a dazzling and distinctive way.

Understanding Hair Tinsel:

Stylists intricately weave a lightweight, metallic thread known as tinsel hairl, hair shimmer, or hair glitter into the strands of hair. This hair accessory has evolved from its origins in tinsel used for holiday decorations into a year-round fashion statement. Gifts of tinsel come in an array of colours, allowing individuals to personalise their look and create a dazzling effect.

The Allure of Tinsel Strands:

Tinsel hair tinsel strands offer a versatile means of expressing one's creativity and personality. Customise these strands to suit any occasion, whether you prefer a subtle shimmer or a bold, statement-making sparkle. With options ranging from classic metallic hues to vibrant and bold colours, individuals can effortlessly incorporate tinsel into their hairstyle to achieve the desired effect.

Trend Alert: Hair Tinsel Everywhere

As fashion influencers and celebrities embrace the hair tinsel trend, it's no surprise that it has gained widespread popularity. Images on social media platforms abound of individuals creatively incorporating tinsel into their hairstyles. From cascading tinsel strands that mimic a waterfall effect to carefully placed strands that highlight specific sections of the hair, the possibilities are endless.

How to Apply Hair Tinsel:

You can add hair tinsel hair to your hair easily at home or by a professional stylist. Typically, a simple knot secures the strands around individual hair strands, ensuring a secure yet temporary placement. The lightweight nature of the tinsel allows for easy movement and styling without causing damage to the hair.

Experimenting with Hairstyles:

One of the most exciting aspects of hair tinsel is its compatibility with various hairstyles. Tinsel can seamlessly enhance the overall aesthetic, whether you prefer loose waves, sleek straight hair, or intricate updos. Braids adorned with tinsel strands create a whimsical and bohemian look, while sleek ponytails take on a futuristic allure with the addition of metallic shimmer.

Accessorising for Special Occasions:

Hair tinsel has become a popular choice for special occasions such as weddings, parties, and festivals. Adding a touch of glamour to their look, brides are choosing to weave subtle gold or silver tinsel into their bridal hairstyles. Festival-goers are embracing the vibrant and bold colours of tinsel to complement their festive attire, creating a visually stunning ensemble.

The Rise of Tudkun Tinsel Hair:

A unique variation of the traditional hair tinsel is the Tudkun Tinsel Hair. This innovative approach involves combining tinsel with traditional tudkun braiding techniques, resulting in a fusion of cultural elements and contemporary style. The intricate patterns created by tudkun braids, paired with the luminosity of tinsel strands, make for a truly eye-catching and culturally rich hairstyle.

Maintenance and Removal:

One of the key advantages of hair tinsel is its temporary nature, allowing individuals to experiment with different looks without a long-term commitment. Maintenance is minimal, with the strands staying securely in place until intentionally removed. Removal is a simple process that involves gently unwinding the tinsel strands from the hair, leaving no residue or damage behind.

Maintaining the Sparkle: Tips for Long-Lasting Tinsel Elegance

Now that we've delved into the captivating world of hair tinsel and explored the myriad ways it can enhance your hairstyle, let's take a closer look at how to maintain that enchanting sparkle for an extended period of time. After all, who wouldn't want to enjoy the shimmering allure of tinsel for as long as possible?

Gentle Care Routine: 

To ensure the longevity of your tinsel-infused hairstyle, adopting a gentle hair care routine is crucial. Use sulphate-free shampoos and conditioners to prevent stripping the strands of their natural oils, which can help maintain the lustre of the tinsel. Avoid excessive heat styling and opt for heat-protectant products when styling with hot tools to minimise potential damage.

Avoid using harmful chemicals. 

Tinsel strands are delicate, and exposure to harsh chemicals can diminish their vibrancy. Use hair products containing strong chemicals cautiously and avoid chlorine, commonly found in swimming pools. Chemicals can cause the tinsel to lose its shine, which may affect its overall appearance.

Protect Your Strands at Night:

To prevent unnecessary wear and tear on your tinsel strands, consider protecting them while you sleep. Silk or satin pillowcases reduce friction, minimizing the risk of tinsel tangling or getting damaged during the night. Additionally, loosely tying your hair into a low ponytail or braid can help prevent tinsel breakage.

Mindful Styling: 

While tinsel is a versatile accessory that can complement various hairstyles, it's essential to be mindful of the way you style your hair to avoid unnecessary stress on the strands. When brushing or detangling, start from the ends and work your way up to prevent snagging. Opt for styles that won't cause excessive pulling or tugging on the tinsel, ensuring it stays securely in place.

Regular Check-ups: 

Periodically assess the condition of your tinsel strands. If you notice any signs of wear or if individual strands have loosened, consider replacing or reapplying them to maintain a polished look. Regular check-ups will allow you to address any issues promptly, ensuring your hair continues to radiate with the brilliance of tinsel.

Experiment with colour combinations.

Part of the joy of having tinsel in your hair is the ability to experiment with different colour combinations. Consider changing up the hues to match your outfit or the season. Whether you opt for a monochromatic look or a vibrant mix of colours, the versatility of tinsel allows you to express your creativity and stay on trend.

Conclusion

Hair tinsel has undoubtedly become a transformative accessory in the world of hairstyling, offering a dazzling array of possibilities for self-expression. From its humble origins as holiday decorations to its current status as a must-have fashion accessory, tinsel's journey has been nothing short of remarkable. The allure of hair tinsel will continue to shine brightly for the foreseeable future as individuals explore innovative ways to incorporate this trend into their hairstyles. So, why not add a touch of sparkle to your locks and let your hair tell a story of style and individuality?

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Unveiling Elegance: Indian Wedding Hairstyles

Indian weddings are renowned for their grandeur, tradition, and opulence. Amidst all the preparations and festivities, one aspect that holds a special place is the bride's look. Choosing the perfect wedding hairstyle is a crucial part of this process, as it can significantly enhance the bride's overall appearance. In this blog, we'll explore some stunning wedding hairstyles for Indian weddings that blend tradition and modernity to create a timeless, elegant look.

The Significance of Wedding Hairstyles

In Indian culture, hair is considered a symbol of strength and beauty. The way a bride's hair is styled carries cultural and emotional importance. It's not just about looking beautiful; it's about reflecting the bride's personality and the traditions she upholds. Here are some exquisite wedding hairstyles that capture the essence of Indian weddings:

1. The Classic Bun

The traditional bun is a timeless favorite among Indian brides. It's a versatile style that can be customized to suit various bridal looks. The classic bun can be adorned with delicate flowers, ornamental hairpins, or bejeweled accessories. This style keeps the hair neatly in place, allowing the focus to remain on the bride's face and attire.

2. The Half-Up, Half-Down Style

The half-up, half-down hairstyle offers a blend of tradition and modernity. It allows the bride to showcase her long, luscious hair while also keeping it under control. This style can be enhanced with braids, twists, or curls, and it pairs beautifully with traditional headpieces or veils.

3. The Timeless Braid

Braids have an eternal charm and can be intricately woven to create stunning bridal hairstyles. Whether it's a fishtail braid, a waterfall braid, or a simple three-strand braid, this style adds a touch of grace to the bride's look. Braids can be adorned with flowers, beads, or jewellery to match the wedding theme.

4. The Side-Swept Elegance

A side-swept hairstyle exudes sophistication and charm. The hair is elegantly swept to one side, creating a romantic and soft look. This style complements various bridal accessories, such as maang tikkas and jhumar headpieces.

5. The Floral Extravaganza

Floral hairstyles are a popular choice for Indian brides, especially for outdoor and daytime weddings. Flowers like roses, jasmine, and marigolds are woven into the bride's hair, adding a natural, fragrant touch. Floral hair garlands, known as "gajras," are often used to adorn buns or braids.

6. The Statement Updo

The statement updo is all about creating a striking bridal look. This style often involves intricate and artistic hair designs that showcase the bride's elegance. It's an ideal choice for brides who want to make a bold and memorable entrance.

Accessorizing Your Wedding Hairstyle

Adding accessories to your wedding hairstyle can elevate the overall look. Here are some popular options:

Maang Tikka: A central piece worn on the forehead, it's a symbol of blessings and honor.

Jhumar: A side headpiece that adds a regal touch to the hairstyle.

Hairpins and Combs: Decorative hairpins and combs can be used to secure the hair and add a touch of glamour.

Matha Patti: A forehead ornament that frames the face beautifully.

Nath: A nose ring that can add a unique charm to the bride's look.

Conclusion

In an Indian wedding, the bride's hairstyle is not just a part of her look; it's a reflection of her culture, traditions, and personal style. The wedding hairstyles for Indian weddings are a beautiful blend of classic charm and contemporary flair. They complement the bride's attire and accessories, creating a captivating and timeless look.

When choosing your wedding hairstyle, consider your cultural background, personal preferences, and the theme of your wedding. And, most importantly, select a style that makes you feel confident, beautiful, and ready to embark on your journey of love and togetherness.

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Varieties of Bridal Hair Styles a Hair Stylist Can Offer on the Day

A wedding day is one of the most beautiful moments in life and every bride wants to look and feel the best. When it comes to a bride’s beauty, the right hairstyle makes a huge difference. As a professional hairdresser, you have the opportunity to offer a wide range of bridal hairstyles to help the bride achieve her dream look on her special day. Here are some popular bridal hairstyle options that a bridal hair artist in Surrey and other places can offer. 

Classic Updo

The timeless elegance of a classic updo will never go out of style. Updos vary from simple and elegant to laid-back and romantic, making them a versatile choice for brides of all tastes. 

Romantic Waves

Soft flowing waves exude romance and are a popular choice for bohemian weddings and beach weddings. These hairstyles are often adorned with delicate floral accessories and bridal veils. 

Beauty of Braids

A bridal hair stylist in Ascot and other locations elaborate braided hairstyles such as fishtail braids and waterfall braids add sophistication and charm. Brides can choose a fully braided updo or incorporate braids into other styles. 

Half Up and Half Down

This style combines the best of both worlds, allowing brides to show off their beauty without having to tuck their long hair into their faces. Customise with curls, twists and accessories in Ascot. 

Bohemian Chic

Loose, structured and effortless hairstyles are perfect for brides who want a bohemian look. Incorporating flowers, braids and hairpins will add to the bohemian vibe. 

Natural and Minimalist

According to a bridal hair artist in Surrey and other regions, some brides prefer a more natural and minimalist look. It takes advantage of your hair's natural texture and adds subtle highlights to enhance its beauty.  

Wedding hair artists consult with the bride to understand her vision, dress style and wedding theme. Through preliminary trial training, brides can see how their chosen hairstyle will fit into their look. Providing these diverse bridal hairstyle options and tailoring them to each bride's tastes, brides can find the perfect hairstyle for their special day and give them the perfect look as they walk the Wedding Road. Therefore, professionals can feel your confidence and beauty!

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